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PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]22 points
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It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]8 points
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Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.8 points
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I have said this a few times before, but when it comes to cock and cum I am pretty insatiable. I live on the western slope of Colorado, there are a lot of people who travel through for multiple purposes. I view myself as a place for men to cum. It’s not a lack of self confidence issue or anything. I am very confident in myself. I just think my purpose here is to serve as an outlet for men to get their rocks off using my holes. Anywho, i work in a town an hour away from where i live. This town is much bigger with a little more of a gay scene. This town features a lot of business hubs and things like that. A lot of truckers come through here. Work has been super stressful lately but that doesn’t stop me from fulfilling my dump duties. I have recently decided to check out sniffies. Nothing is hotter than anon sex to me, again, i am just a place for men to cum. My sniffies profile features a shot of me taking a big cock at a local gloryhole in said town. I get a message from a blank profile that reads “need to dump, when can you be here?” I respond with “whenever you need.” Dude tells me just to head over to loves truck stop so i do. He’s hosting in his truck. We climb in the backseat and he orders me to take my pants off. I do just that. Im on my back and he’s shoving a spit covered 5 inch cock in my boi pussy. Stings a bit at first but nothing i can’t handle. He lasts a good 8 pumps before blowing his load. I clean his dick off and hop out. The parking lot is busy. Lots of truckers, families, assembly other cruisers. Im aimlessly wandering around all of the big trucks. A handsome bear type hops out of his truck and approached me. He asks which truck is mine. I admit that i was just admiring the scenery. He calls me a “lot lizard” and chuckles. I was unsure of what this meant but he advises me that he’s not complaining and asks if I want to hop in his truck. Of course I do. We hop in the back and he wastes no time shoving a fat cock in my mouth. He’s talking super dirty to me. Telling me I am a filthy slut just looking for cock. He starts fingering my hole and feels a bit of the previous guys cum leaking out. “oh you’re a fucking pig.” He tells me. I smile and reply with “mhm” he flips me over and shoves his cock in me. he only gives me a bout 6 pumps before tellling me he’s dumping inside me. i pull him in close to make sure every drop is in me. He tells me to get the fuck out so i do. I decide to check out the bathroom and see if anything is happening. lots of men stopping in to relieve themselves before continuing their trips. I luckily score the last stall. i strip down to just my jock and slowly peer in underneath to see the cock next to me. He’s standing there, just finishing up his piss with a semi. he starts slowly to sit down but notices me peaking. he drops to his knees without cleaning his dick off and slides it underneath. A few drops of piss still on his tip. I make sure to lick him clean before gargling on his cock a bit. he’s nice and hard now. I slide on to my back and position myself. He slides into my used hole with ease. He starts fucking me deep and slow. He must’ve forgot how busy this bathroom was. He very loudly exclaims “fuck bro, im gonna cum.” before he shoots his load in my slut hole. I clean him off and take the hour drive home with my boi pussy full and happy.8 points
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One of the most alarming things about the raft of abortion laws coming out of the red states has been their desire to criminalize things like crossing state lines to procure an abortion (i.e. that Highway Patrol officer pulls you over as you're driving from Texas to New Mexico if your pregnant and he thinks you might be going to get an abortion), or "aiding and abetting" abortion (which could be anything from donating to abortion funds to driving that pregnant friend to merely putting them up for the night along the way). On top of that, we're also seeing laws originally designed to evade Roe that enable private causes of action against those assisting in an abortion (i.e. it's not just the cops coming after you but well-funded private anti-abortion groups and individuals can sue you civilly; as far back as the 16th century the common law has generally determined that this is a terrible idea because it's so easy to exploit for profit and to settle scores). One only needs to look at very recent Irish history to see just how crazy this can get. And while Alito and Kavanaugh JJ. were at great pains to say that Dobbs doesn't strictly imply the end of Griswold, Lawrence, or Obergefell, given how they both flat-out lied to Congress about their positions of Roe, let's just say I take such assurances with a pillar of salt. We also know that Congress is hostile to pretty much anyone sex positive; viz. FOSTA-SESTA (i.e. the sex worker endangerment act) and have their eyes on going after porn as well (and First amendment guarantees from this Supreme Court don't exactly inspire much confidence, And, of course, let's not forget our events are being targeted by fascists. Though the cops did do their job. This time. So what can we do? It is absolutely unacceptable and indeed dangerous for our personal information to be beyond our own control online. Pinkwashing notwithstanding, total surveillance capitalism contains within it all the tools that radical right wingers and fascists need to identify us, locate us, impose their will on us, erase us, and kill us. Should they come to power, these corporations will have no problem with selling us out. Look at how they've acted in China. Ditch them. Ditch the internet as much as possible. Learn how to protect your private data and follow through and do it. Be politically engaged and active. If you're American, of course you should be enraged by what Republicans and right wing radicals and fascists are doing. But you should also be enraged by the Democrats, who have been exploiting this situation to fundraise and cement themselves in political office. Hold their fucking feet to the fire. Because, time and again we've elected them and time and again they've caved. Fight for those things that no-one else will. Porn. Sex workers. Fight to get rid of vice squads. Fight for drug decriminalization and harm reduction. Fight for all those things that make "normal" and "moral" people uncomfortable. Be willing to be the guy speaking up for unpopular causes. This is exactly what Pride is supposed to be about. So don't be embarrassed. Our motto should be WWLFD? (What Would Larry Flynt Do?) We need more out-of-the-box thinking. The Satanists using a form of legal aikido to convert religious freedom laws from attacks on us to assets? That kind of thing. Find a church that's dying and take it over in the name of Venus/Aphrodite and Cupid/Eros. A lot of our events are damn near religious experiences anyways. Let's formalize the process and do it out in the fucking open. Let's make pulling out your dick and rubbing one out a sacrament and demand that the high school football team engage in our kind of prayer, or go and pray for the souls of those poor benighted heathens. For that matter, why shouldn't Molly or K or whatever be part of our sacred rituals? There are already precedents for this elsewhere. Acquire and learn how to use a firearm. We are just as entitled to AR-15s as the bullies are. And guns ain't going away anytime soon in the US. So we've got to make the fascists afraid of us. We cannot count on the cops. Some of them are fascists and/or homophobes themselves. And even if they aren't, if you learn nothing else from Uvalde, it's that when push comes to shove, cops will save their own skin before going out on a limb to save you or me. I'm sure there's more. I'm sure this is controversial for some of you. Or maybe you've got more ideas. But one thing is clear: the radical right is out to get us and no-one else is coming to the rescue. We've got to look to ourselves.5 points
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A patient of mine suggested I should share my stories more widely, so I thought I'd try. This is what happened to me recently. I have more stories, if you like this. Hungry Cocksucker Carlo messages me pretty regularly, and luckily, about once every fortnight or so, we're able to meet up. He's an exceptional cocksucker, although he's not much for guys cumming in his mouth. Tonight, he messaged me at about 21:45, just as I was relaxing, and enjoying a toke or two of a joint. He asked if he could come over, and of course I said yes. About fifteen minutes later, he was at my door, announcing his hunger in his WhatsApp message. "I here. Pls fast I need suck." I'm not sure if I actually understand anything he tells me, either over text or in person. He's from South America, then spent time in Italy. English is his third language, and it shows. I went down and got him. Within thirty seconds of closing the door to my flat, he was on his knees, struggling to get my fly open. I'm not sure I've ever seen him this needy, and I pushed down my jeans and underwear, letting my cock free. I leaned back and let him go to work. As always, it felt amazing. His warm mouth nursed my dick and his tongue flicked across my slit, teasing me to stiffness. He took his time sucking me, pausing every few minutes to smoke a little bit of crystal from his pipe. Carlo isn't one of my clients; he's just a guy I play with on a regular basis. Still, he reminds me of many of the men I do work with with how much of his life revolves around his cock hunger and drug use. I'm not sure if he's ever serviced me sober, and of course, I've helped him get high many times. Tonight, he needed no urging from me to suck my dick or hit the pipe, and soon we were both enjoying a great blow job. I was in my favorite chair, and he was kneeling in front of me, bobbing up and down on my dick. Occasionally, we'd pause, long enough for him to smoke some, and for me to enjoy another toke. Then we'd both do some poppers, and he'd return to servicing me. We lasted a little under an hour, but then he needed to head home. As always, I was disappointed that I couldn't cum in his mouth. But it was still an amazing blow job. He put away his pipe, quickly got ready, and headed out. I jerked my dick for a while longer, before blowing my load.4 points
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Yes. It arises most often in places where closeted guys hang out. Bookstores for sure. Also sites that cater to anonymity like sniffies or doublelist. Yes. I've used a similar line when it's been appropriate. And I've also explained why that is. Maybe he gets turned on by getting bred by poz guys? Seems to be a fairly common fetish. Here's my approach to this question: When I first was coming out of the closet, waaaaaay back more than 30 years ago (back when being poz meant you were gonna die horribly), I was very fortunate to run into a guy who helped me overcome my trepidation about coming out. Back then, I wouldn't even walk through the local gayborhood for fear that some random passerby might see me and think I was gay. We actually met online, believe it or not (if you ain't ever used vi to compose an email, elm to send it, news to catch up on things, and irc to chat, then you're an internet n00b. Also, get off my lawn.) He took me out to dinner at a restaurant in the ghetto, then took me across the street to my first gay bar, then took me to his place for sex. Afterwards I told him, "Well, if there was any doubt in my mind that I was gay, you've completely dispelled it." And he also talked to me about HIV, how to protect myself, etc. In short, he did his best to help me along with coming out as an empowered and informed homo. I only saw him one more time after that. Can't remember much of anything about him really, except how kind and patient and caring he was with me. But I'm grateful for him to this very day. So I always try to play that role for others when the opportunity presents itself. I remember how scared I was back then, of other people finding out, of how my life would change, and yes, of dying. As soon as I made the connection in my head and "came out" to myself as gay, one of my first follow-on thoughts was that there was no way I'd ever live to see 30. This guy showed me that that didn't have to be the case. So I try to do the same for others who are just beginning to explore their sexuality. Very often, they don't know where to find answers, or even what questions to ask. Even in this day and age. There are times I don't want to. I get tired of being confronted with HIV stigma yet again. There have been times where my response to some guy rejecting me on sniffies because I'm poz has been to go on a bit of an educational rant in the public advertising area and work out my frustration that way. Do I have to? Yes, I think I do. I think we all have the obligation to care for each other. To help take that fear away. To help empower our fellow faggots. To show our peers that, you know what? Maybe your family is shit and your "friends" are homophobes and your neighborhood sucks, but here, in our community, I am going to look out for you and show you how to look out for yourself and most important of all, respect and love and care for you for who you are. That's the gay community I want to live in. Slutty and demented and nasty and piggy but also caring and respectful. So that's who I try to be.4 points
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Word had been spreading about me in my town but thankfully my identity had been kept secret. I had started secretly giving blowjobs and getting fucked through the hidden gloryhole in our bathroom at the local mall. It first started with one or two times but it grew into more. Being 18 and a freshman in college I felt out of place among all the upperclassmen. I also felt out of place among the other freshmen as well. Growing up my red hair and smallish frame got me picked on so i didn't make friends easily so i mostly kept to myself. Knowing I was gay and saw how the world looked ay the gay community just made me stay to myself even more but it didn't stop me from wanting to glance at the older guys in the gym showers and in the locker room. A few times I got caught looking but it was passed on just by a young guy wanting to see what an older guy looks like. From what I learned from what I saw in porn I have been using anything I can to re-create everything I had been seeing. I started using my hairbrush handle and when I felt I was ready for more I started looking for bigger things to put up my ass. I found a porn shop that had been far enough away from my college so I wouldn’t be noticed and found a few sizes that would do great things to my ass and make me ready for real cocks. When I felt I was ready, that's when I started leaving notes in parts of the school that only guys would see and told them that there is a time and place if they wanted to have a private release during the day. I had two free periods during the school day that were meant for studying but since I already had as much work as I could do I used those periods waiting in the bathroom stall for anyone who saw my notes and wanted to have some fun. The stall next to me opened up and I waited hoping this was the first of many to show up. Sure enough there were two soft knocks on the wall like I asked so it wouldn't be heard and I was excited for this. I lifted the panel keeping the hole hidden and as soon as I did there was an enormous cock with a thick head at the end. I had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches thick with a thick bush of black pubes. I licked my lips in wanting but then i saw written on the tip ass only no suck. I was upset that i couldn't taste it but i was more than happy to spread my cheeks and set myself on what was offered to me. I could hear the softest groan coming from the stall and knew this was going to be fun. The rhythm picked up as I got more and more used to his length and girth making it much harder to stay quiet for the both of us. The guy I guess heard me whimper louder and louder with him going faster making his balls slap loudly on my ass. We had to stop when we heard someone walk into the stall on the other side of mine. In fear I could feel the guy starting to pull out of me without filling my ass with his cum until we both heard the double knock on the wall and I began to feel him push back in. I lifted the second panel and there was a cock that wasn't as long as the one that was pumping into my poop chute but was thicker. Thankfully on the tip of this new member was written suck and swallow. I opened my mouth as much as i could and took as much down my throat. With all my practice at home with various objects I was able to take the whole thing without any issue thanks to not having a gag reflex. Whoever had their cock in my throat was loving it because he moaned loudly when I took the whole thing on my first try. I sat there as this guy fucked my throat without any mercy as the did the guy fucking my ass. Being pounded at both ends felt more amazing than everything I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn't think of any better way to lose my virginity than having two guys at once taking it on each side for the first time. I could feel it when both of these hung stallions were getting close to filling me up with their mature seed. I pushed back to make sure that the guy fucking me was as far inside of my ass to unload everything into it without wasting a drop as well as the guy i was sucking so i could swallow everything offered to me. The school bell rang signaling the first of my free periods were over and They slammed into me at the same time making me moan so much it brought them both overboard. I felt both cocks expand so much and unload everything into my body. I kept up my swallowing so I didn't lose any of the cum being poured into my throat. When both guys were finished and pulled out I set the toilet paper panel back down so neither of them had a chance to look in and see me. The guy who fucked me was the first to leave and shortly after that the guy i was sucking left too leaving me in my sex haze and i took the time to finger out the cum leaking from my un virgined and leaking hole to taste it. Once I ate all the cum from my hole I was hungry for more and felt empty without another cock inside of me. Once the warning bell went on signaling that everyone was supposed to be in class that's when i heard the double knocking coming from the stall that the guy who fucked me had just vacated so i was excited to know what was coming up next.3 points
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Part 4 I had just finished cleaning up Jake's cock. I did a better job this time not clanking his PA on my teeth. While the taste wasn't terrible, it did leave a funky taste in my mouth. Jake brought me another beer to kill the taste of my ass (my count Jake called it) but it had a weird taste all its own. I gulped it down quickly and Jake said good boy. My mind was a disorganized mess. I knew I should be upset at what had happened but yet I didn't refuse. I didn't consider myself gay but I did enjoy parts of it. His cock did feel good inside of me and that messed with my head. What the hell is wrong with me? He kept calling me "boy" which kinda made me laugh because although he never asked me for my name, which is Boyd, my nickname was boy growing up. While I was trying to think about this, the room seemed to spin again and I also got sleepy again. Must be the warmth of the fireplace. Jake kept himself busy for a bit, texting, trying to get ready for something? but I really couldn't concentrate. Jake seemed to notice I was fading a bit and said "time to get busy boy". I was still on the big bed and Jake just plunged one of his thick calloused fingers back into my backside. I yelped a bit and Jake covered my mouth with his again and said shhhh boy. Let daddy work his magic again. What I felt again was that burning in my ass which was really sore from his first go at me. I got really warm after that and the burning stopped. Jake said my count has really closed up but it was sucking his finger in. He hit that spot inside which made me quiver again. He added his second finger after applying more of that burning lube inside me. Seems like the more lube he added, the more I liked his fingers invading me. Once again I was pushing back on his fingers to get more inside me. Jake's fingernails seemed a bit sharp and felt like they would scrape and cut into me once in awhile. That definitely didn't feel so good. Jake said I was opening up good but this time he had me roll on my back. He he kissed me passionately and his scruffy face was turning me on against my smooth face. In a way, Jake was the man I always wanted to be. He was handsome, scruffy, confident, hairy, and he definitely had a big thick dick. He pulled another two syringes out of his side table and said he wanted us both to feel good. I objected as I said that I couldn't do drugs as I got tested being on the college wrestling team but he said not to worry about that because it was vitamin T, just a natural endorphin. I really didn't know what vitamin T was and he quickly tied off my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and he drew out a bit of blood. He looked down at me and smiled again and said "ready to blast off kid? I was about to answer when he emptied the contents of it into me and pulled off the tie. Immediately I started coughing and felt short of breath. My heart rate shot up and I felt flushed. I managed to catch my breath but then I felt incredibly euphoric and horny. Jake repeated the process on himself and coughed a little bit too. His eyes looked so dark. He lifted up my legs onto his broad shoulders and shimmied up close between my legs. He spit on my ass but he had put a fresh dip of Copenhagen in his lip and fuck did that burn! Jake said dipspit makes the best lube and I was gonna find out. He teased my hole with the head of his dick. Putting pressure on it but not really penetrating. It was driving me crazy. I knew I shouldn't want him to be inside but my cunt as Jake called it was wanting it bad. He spread my legs apart and kept a steady pressure on and he skin rolled back and his head gained entry. It didn't hurt as bad as the first time. He was using short little thrusts and sinking more into me each time. Wasn't long before I felt his wooly bush up against my ass. He just stayed there a few minutes and I felt him flexing inside of me. He changed the angle a bit and was brushing against something inside of me that made me quiver each time. I loved that feeling and started meeting his thrusts to make that quiver stronger. He let my legs drop down and I felt his hairy chest on my smooth on and his tongue invaded my mouth like his cock was invading my ass. I was in sensory overload. I was moaning in his mouth. His sweat was falling on me and I was also aware of his personal scent. It was masculine like him. It just turned me on more. He started picking up the pace and really jackhammering into me. My cock stayed semi hard but I was leaking clear precum which I had never really done before. He said " boy you have a real good cunt on you and if you are lucky I will have you pregnant by morning". I thought that was an odd comment as guys can't get guys pregnant. The sensations he was giving me was very intense and I started tingling inside. I felt an impending orgasm and just as I started it, my ass clamped tight around his cock and I started shaking. He got close to my face as I was orgasming and yelled down at me "Boy do you want my seed to make you pregnant tonight". I yelled back at him Yessir make me pregnant with your seed and he went through his own convulsing on top of me and inside of me. It took a bit for us to calm down after that, we were glued together by our sweat and my cum. His seed was deep inside me. I didn't hear anything but by the door, I heard a voice I recognized saying "Looks like I got here at the right time".3 points
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I just got fucked bare for the first time this weekend. I wrote a story on it...but it was super hot. I keep thinking back to it and am still scared, energized, depressed, horny, all at the same time. I hit up a guy on Grindr...we eventually met and I told him condoms only. Basically, he walked out. Then an hour later he came back again with a buddy and the two of them raped me. I mean it was pretty much consensual but the bareback part wasn't really. Anyway, been fucking and getting fucked with condoms since I was 16 and was always sucking and swallowing cock and cum. This weekend was the first time getting bare cock and cum in my hole. And the two guys both told me that they were poz after then finished breeding my hole. Fuck...I have not showered or cleaned out since Friday night when this happened and I haven't even jacked off wanting to save up my sexual energy as I figure out what is next. Damn, I am shaking now as I type this...so excited and scared at the same time!3 points
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I closed the door to my dorm room. Finally! Alone! I thought. My parents had their whole spiel about their baby boy going off to college, If they only new what I really had in mind. I'm a small town boy born and raised, corn fed you know. Brown hair, green eyes, 5'11 185 pounds, 32 inch waist, proud of my 40 inch chest and 17 inch arms. I wrestled in high school and did a little private gymnast training on the side, had a dream of becoming a Olympic medalist, but had to throw it away after I busted my knee during one competition. I'd gained a couple of pounds since I was out of training but was able to keep up with my therapy and get back in shape just before college in the fall. I was so glad to be away from home, because I knew for the first time I'd be able to do a little exploring. I knew I was gay since I started wrestling in junior high, but didn't act on it. Some people may have suspected I was gay since I never had a girlfriend, but I played it off that my parents were super religious, which wasn't far from the truth. So I was the regular good jock boy that everyone wanted but no one had. I had a bedtime until now! I locked the door, as my roommate hadn't moved in yet and I'd planned to be at the dorm a week early to have the place to myself. After plugging in my computer I began searching. I stripped off my shirt, took a couple of faceless body pose pictures and posted them to Craigslist, asking around for some tips about the scene in the area near campus. Soon the advertisement I posted received several responses containing pictures of cocks and asses, and asking me to fuck. I'll admit I jacked off to a few of them, but I really wanted to know where I could go to check out guys - aside from online. Finally I received and e-mail without pictures that read: Go to El Lobo Motel off the expressway. I immediately responded, asking for more info but received no reply. I looked up the place and found it on the outskirts of town. It literally seemed to be in the middle of no where, but there was a bar and a truck stop nearby. The hotel sounded very sleazy, but the bad boy in me gave in to curiosity. My heart raced as I stuffed a few twenties into my wallet, got into my truck and drove out to the motel, thinking in case I wanted to stay around I could have a place. I parked and walked inside to the front desk. The place looked deserted, and when I rang the bell, there was no sound. I rang it again, and I jumped when I heard someone in the back yell. "I HEARD YOU THE FIRST FUCKING TIME FAGGOT!" Out walked the man behind the voice. "Your car break down or something?" "Nah Nah...I actually needed a room." The guy paused and looked at me again. I guess I wasn't the usual type of clientele. "For how long?" he carefully asked. I couldn't help but smile - the sleaziness of it all was actually exciting. "For the night." "55...and I'll need a copy of your ID" said the clerk. I pulled out three twenties and my ID. He made a copy and wouldn't take his eyes off me. I looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact. "Room 5. Enjoy your stay" he said as he handed me a ten, a key, and unceremoniously disappeared into the backroom. It was 10:00 PM when I opened the door to the room I'd rented for the night. It smelled funny. Had a mirror on the sliding door of the closet. The mattress squeaked. I shrugged and changed into a tight black shirt which showed-off my chest. I was determined to get laid and headed to the bar to see who I could round up. This was becoming more and more of the type of adventure for which I had been looking; I was determined, just this once, to really lose control. I walked over to the bar walked to the door and was stopped immediately by a firm grip to my arm. Holding my arm was a bald Latino guy, with a full beard, maybe late 40s, wearing sunglasses. His arms and chest were bigger than mine and a beer gut over hung his massive looking legs. He was about four inches shorter than my height, but I knew could tell he meant business. "ID, kid." Without thinking it through, I handed it to him. "You're 21" he said as he handed it back to me. "No, I didn't think about...." "You're 21" he again stated. I paused as he picked up his sun glasses and smiled at me. "Yeah, I am," smiled back at him. "All right. Tell 'em you're with Joe. They won't ask you for anything." I smiled widely and walked into the dimly lit bar, where I immediately felt pairs of eyes studying me. The bartender walked up to me looking somewhat annoyed. pissed. "Joe says I'm cool" I immediately said when he reached me. The bartender smiled almost evilly. "Really now? What will it be?" "Just a beer" I answered, asking "What's the charge?" "If you're with Joe its free" replied the bartender, as he disappeared behind the bar for a second while I looked around. There were probably about twelve guys in the bar, all of whom were staring at me. Most of them looked in their later 40s early 50s, seemed uniformly heavy, tired, and possessing lots of facial hair. To be honest, I stood out like an Adonis. As I turned-back to the bar, the bartender handed me a beer and smiled, gave me a nod, and walked off. I admit I was hoping to find at least a few guys closer to my age, but then again I recognized I had not thought my plan completely through, but I figured, 'hell, maybe I can get a good blowjob out of one of 'em'. I took a swig of my beer and about then I noticed the Latino guy who carded me walk into the bar, and head directly over to me. All eyes were on him as he took the seat next to me, gestured to the bartender, who immediately placed two beers on the counter, upon which the Latino guy commented "You're not done with the first one yet?" to which I replied "Well, no, I'm not, but thanks for the beer, but aren't bouncers supposed to stay outside?" "Who said I was a bouncer?" he replied as he chugged down his beer in a few gulps. I began to get hard as I imagined him sucking down my cock with the same skill. He put the beer down and looked at me expectantly. I smiled and began to chug my beer. I wasn't as experienced drinker as was he, 'cause I honestly thought it was the worst tasting beer I had ever had, but by the same token, didn't want to insult the guy, particularly if there was any chance of getting a blow job from him. One or two more gulps later, I finished the beer, and without delay he handed me the second beer. I smiled a 'thanks' and took a gulp. Without a word the bartender handed him another. "I'm Joe" the Latino guy remarked as he held out his hand. "Riley" I responded and we shook hands. His grip was firm, and his forearms hairy. We made pleasantries and talked. By the time my second beer was halfway down I felt a strong buzz come over me. My speech was somewhat slurred and I couldn't stop smiling. I got up to pee, and nearly fell off my stool, head first. Fortunately Joe caught me by the arm. God, he was strong. His arms were huge and chest too. As he pulled me up, he said something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying, so I just smiled. He smiled back, put my arm over him shoulder, and began to assist me out the bar. As we walked/stumbled towards the hotel, I pulled out the key to my room and tried to guide him to the room, but had difficulty doing so. "I need a blow job so bad" I almost yelled as we finally found the room and he laid me on the squeaky bed. I heard him laugh. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt to show off make this daddy drool for me dick. When I looked at him he was sitting at the edge of the bed with a small green pipe. I never saw him light it but he blew white smoke into my face that smelled thick and bad. I coughed and asked what it was. He just smiled and told me to try some. I put my mouth around the end of the pipe and he coached me to wait till i saw the smoke then to inhale it and hold it before i blew it out. I did it again and felt a tingling sensation run through my entire body I let my head fall back and moan. Joe handed me the pipe and lighter and stripped his own shirt and pants off. He was built wide like a rock all over. His chest must have been a size 46 or bigger, his arms 19 inches, and his legs massive. A thick mat of hair covered his entire body (except for his shaved head). Through his boxers he stroked a fat bulge which I watched with interest as he massaged the bulge, watching it expand in his boxers. I kicked off my own pants and boxers showing off my nice seven inch cut dick stroking it. I was pretty smooth except for a small treasure trail which I kept maintained with very little hair. Joe walked over to me as I stroked and picked up the pipe and lit up and took a big hit then he held my head and moved in. His lips touched mine and he exhaled into me. I inhaled his breath and felt my whole body become tingly. As I exhaled his breath his lips found my neck and sucked. I let him lay me down on the bed as I felt his hand wrap around my dick and I felt Joe's muscular stocky hairy body climb over me sucking on my chest and travel down my abs and treasure trail. It all felt so amazing I was lost. I waited to feel his lips wrap around the head of my cock when suddenly I felt him lift-up my legs. I let out a loud hard moan when I felt a warm wetness press against my hole. His hands kept my legs pressed up as his tongue licked around and pressed back on my virgin hole again and again in pattern licking and pressing over and over. "Oh my god" I moaned as I let him move my hands under me knees while he continued his oral assault on my ass. He had begun to bite my ass cheeks and suck and tongue my hole. His tongue began to fuck more roughly, making me moan louder and louder. My head rolled. I never imagined more than a blowjob and here I was getting tongue fucked, while high on who knows what. "How's that feel?" he asked when he finally took a break. "Amazing" I stuttered and sighed. "Your turn then" and with that he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the edge of the bed revealing his enormously fat cock. It was about the length of my cock, but the girth was enormous. I wrapped my hand on it. It was hard as a rock and filled my entire fist. He moved my head down to his cock, brushing my lips and I opened them to feel his hugely thick cock stretch my jaw. He held my head and moved this cock in and out of my lips, until my jaw began to feel numb. Each time he withdrew, I spat-up drool, and snot flowed from my nostrils as I gagged and sputtered. Every now and then I could feel his balls slap my chin, and with each inward thrust I gagged more. This was not a 'polite' blow-job. Grabbing my hair, Joe then pulled my head off his cock, spat on my face, and then rubbed his cock head through his own spit. I was so drunk and high I could only grunt and moan. Every so often he would pause in fucking my throat, and hold a bottle of poppers to my nostrils, and ordered me inhale. The powerful fumes definitely helped me accommodate him, and soon enough I took the bottle and began taking hits of it on my own, feeling my head become dizzy and my face completely numb by the time he finally stopped face-fucking me. His cock and my face were both covered with sweat, snot, saliva, and spit-up from my gagging. Joe then yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and went back to aggressively eating my hole. My head was lodged against the mattress and head board, so I couldn't help but back my ass onto his face, but I was able to take occasional hits from the poppers he had given me. The effect of the fumes was to induce me to moan and grunt all the louder, and push back even harder. This was animalistic sex at its best. Then I felt something thicker pushing against my hole. Looking back, I saw he was stuffing a finger into my hole, and reaming me out hard and roughly. My ass was burning. Thinking I would ask him to take it a bit easier, I looked back again and saw he was holding open plastic bag containing a whitish powder in his free hand, and that he was stuffing some of the power into my virgin hole. Within seconds the powder made my ass eager for his assault, which caused me to arch my back. I was on my knees and backing-up onto his finger, my head looking up towards the ceiling while he finger fucked me. "That's it, you little muscle slut pup" I heard Joe say, as he added "Give Daddy your hole!" I was bounching on his finger pushing my ass back on it moaning and fucking when I felt a second digit push through my tight ring. "AHHHH" I groaned, feeling pain and pleasure all at the same time. He removed his fingers, flipped me onto my back, stuffing his dirty boxers into my mouth deep, then resumed pushing two fingers in and out of my ass. I watched his thick arm flex as he roughly continued to finger fucked me. I felt-up my body, tweaked my nips, and felt-up my muscles. I had ever before enjoyed pleasuring myself as much, and my cock had never before been harder. I don't know how long he pushed his fingers in and out of me, but it felt like forever. Then I felt him climb on top of me as his enormous dick pressed-up against my still very tight ass lips. "Oh yeah, boy, it's time to pop this cherry" he grunted. I tried to push him off, but was unsuccessful because I was still high, drunk and disoriented. I gotta admit, in retrospect, I can't even say I really wanted to push him off, at least not not all of me wanted to - at least a substantial portion of my brain was enjoying being used by a real man. Then I felt his enormous head pressing on my hole. Naturally his cock head wouldn't readily fit, but he didn't stop applying pressure. My eyes widened when I felt my hole begin to stretch and his cock began to enter into me. I screamed into his boxers as I felt my abused hole give way to further abuse, some of which was exciting, but the pain was real. He pushed consistently and I felt him entering me in slow motion as my hole stretching around the thick mushroom head, swallowing it centimeter by centimeter. He laid on top of me pushing and pushing continuously, adding pressure notwithstanding my screams and thrashings. Eventually, however, his balls rested on my ass cheeks. My hole was massaging his cock over and over as Joe's cock nested deep inside my body. Then I felt him flex his dick inside me, which seemed to encourage my ass to match his rhythm. I frantically took a deep hit of the poppers, which I sensed might help me relax, and doing so was a good call, as Joe began to pound my hole over and over unmercifully. He slapped my chest and face while he fucked me, grabbing my abs and hips and chest. twisting my nipples. lodging my legs open as his thick cock fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I could barely feel my hole close when he pulled out and shoved it balls deep back in, groaned as I moaned and (groaned). There seemed no end to his stamina. Then he pulled out and dragged me to my feet pushing my hands against the mirror on the door of the closet. He spread my legs and pushed in and I watched the reflection as he fucked me standing. He had his cell phone in his hand and was recording our session. I grunted and groaned a bitch in heat, my tight body fully controlled by the fat hairy Daddy. Finally he flipped me on the bed, once again on my back, my legs against his check, and he commenced to fuck me harder and faster. I looked in his eyes and could see when he blew his load, his cock deep inside my ass, as an enormous cum load shot into my ass. There, I said it: he came in my ass, and hardly a thoughtful, safe sex encounter - this was an utterly bestial experience, and as he began to come down from his orgasm, he grabbed my cock and jerked me once, twice, three times, at which point I shot my own cum onto my face, as his final dribbles of cum flowed into my ass. He pulled out, licked the cum off my body, pulled-up his pants, took the money in my wallet and walked-out of the room, leaving me there on the bed, covered in saliva, cum, and sweat. I opened my legs and saw in the mirror that my hole was gaped-open, red and bruised, about as wide as a those Kennedy half-dollar coins my Grandfather collected. I spent the next half-hour or so reliving the experience, and causing my hole wink in the mirror. Then the door opened and I saw the bartender from earlier walk in and begin to strip down. I could barely move when he climbed between my legs and felt his long thick cock nudge his way into my ass. He moaned as he fucked me and I watched him as if from a 1,000 miles away as he felt me up. He came quickly, and no more than twenty minutes later I jacked myself off. The next morning I got back to my dorm and laid down on my small bed. I touched my hole and grunted in pleasure, thinking about the cocks I had experienced, and imagined all the cocks I wanted to experience, all the things I wanted to try. Eventually I thought to check-out my computer to see if there were any additional replies to my Craigslist advertisement. There were a couple, but the one that really caught my eye was from the the guy who originally recommended the El Lobo Motel to me. His message said simply: Come back to the motel. Got three more guys who wanna fuck you. I packed a bag and went back to my truck.2 points
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I love to cheat on my husband. I’ll give or take loads on the side without him knowing. It’s such a turn on. We’ve played a little bit together but it’s always fun to do it without him knowing. Recently I’ve been withholding sex from him. Then I go fuck this hot bi married guy down the street. He’s always waiting naked and ass up. I walk in, rim his hole, sniff some poppers and slide my raw dick in. It’s so fun to pump him full of cum instead of my husband. Sometimes he breeds me too but he’s more of a bottom. Eventually when I do fuck my husband, I try to make sure I’ve fucked someone else. I love that he doesn’t know he’s cleaning someone’s ass juices from my dick. It makes me breed my husband even harder than normal. God I love being a slut!2 points
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I was due for a hall pass, so I planned one out for yesterday 2/17. My girlfriend and I are moving soon. While I will come back to Arizona periodically, I doubt I’ll have another hall pass on those trips. Since this is likely to be my last time hooking up in Arizona, I tried to plan out a big day. It was a good day, but it didn’t start out that way at first. After prepping at home and making plans with a guy nearby on Grindr, I drove over to his place. As I pulled up he told me AAA was there to fix his car. Then didn’t respond when I asked him if I should wait. 0-for-1. So I went over to Zorba’s. There were police in the parking lot, which freaked me out a bit. I’m thinking 0-for-2. Then I realize the police are there for a call next door—a shitty little motel—and I see them arresting a guy in his hotel room. I’m thinking that it might be possible they would stop in at Zorba’s afterward, but I say fuck it. Jacking off in a private room at a porn shop isn’t illegal. And I feel very strongly about my rights to privacy and sexual self-determination, so I say fuck it and walk in. The first guy I run into is a shorter, good looking middle-aged guy with a HUGE cock. Like the perfect penis. I suck him for awhile, and he fingers my hole. He can tell I’m already lubed up. He says he wants to fuck me, but first wants to see if we can find someone to fuck me while I suck him. We pull up our pants and walk around a bit, but we don’t find anyone unfortunately. As we’re waiting, he winks at me, and I smile and gulp. My throat is lonely. We go back into a booth and I immediately go to town on his cock. He cums soon after that, deep in my throat. I stay in the booth and keep watching porn for a minute while hitting poppers and glancing at the hallway. I can still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth. Another middle-aged guy walks in, also good looking, and we exchange blowjobs for a bit. He gets me hard (usually difficult for me to do with guys) and then turns around, wanting me to fuck him. I start getting softer and I tell him I’ve never fucked a guy before. He gets the message, says he understands, and then leaves. We’re both looking to get some cum in our holes. It’s been about 45 minutes at this point, and I have other plans the rest of the day, so I leave. Next I go to Modern World in Tempe. I haven’t been here in years. The last time I went the place was crawling with drug users loitering outside and inside in the hallways, so I dipped out quickly. I checked online and guys said it had gotten better since they instituted a $5 cover charge. And I’d never seen the gloryholes there, so I decided to check it out again. It was a very small crowd, and while the drug users were gone, it wasn’t a great showing. A smaller Hispanic guy who speaks only Spanish follows me into my room. He can’t get hard and wants to play with my dick, so I move on. I find the gloryholes, and I suck an older guy through one for a bit. But his cock—while thick—is short and he can’t get much of it through the hole. The walls between the gloryholes are surprisingly thick. This trip seems to be a bust, so I move on. Still not impressed with Modern World. Next, I go to Chute. Get there about 1 pm. I had made plans to meet up with a guy there, and I give him my room number when I get there, all of which turns out to be a mistake. He’s a tall older guy with a nice cock, his cum tastes great, and I’ve hooked up with him before. Today, I suck his cock, he sucks me, he rims me, he fucks me with a condom in several different positions, and then eventually cums in my mouth. All pretty good right? Not exactly. Older Guy monopolized my time there, basically wanting to hang out in my room and periodically fuck for three hours, occasionally stopping to check the stock market, his texts, and call his wife after their burglar alarm went off (false alarm). At one point, he’s fucking me doggy style and gets a text. He has me go forward onto my stomach while he’s still inside me so that he can reach up and grab his phone. We lay there like that for a good minute so he can check his text. Older Guy keeps pressing me to get hard and cum despite me telling him I have difficulty getting hard with guys. He’s very judgmental about my activities (despite many of those being the same activities he engages in, and despite telling me that he tests much less frequently than I do). At one point, we take a walk around the place, where we see a few guys who look attractive to me. He taps me after each one and gives me a frown and a head shake. So judgmental! Maybe the worst thing about Older Guy is that he clearly doesn’t respect my relationship. I’ve explained to him how my open relationship works and what the rules are, and that my girlfriend and I are moving out of state soon, and I won’t have another hall pass before we leave. He keeps saying that I’ll change my mind about hooking up with him again, and saying that some of our rules are not negotiable. I have to keep getting firmer with him, until I eventually tell him that nothing is negotiable and our relationship is my priority (something I shouldn’t have needed to say explicitly). I should’ve thrown in the towel earlier, but at that point he’s been in my room for 2.5 hours and has been talking about cumming for the past 45 minutes. So I keep leading him in that direction, and he eventually cums in my mouth. Afterward, Older Guy asks more questions about my relationship, and I tell him that while my girlfriend is a little embarrassed to have her family find out, I’m usually open to talking about our relationship with friends and family. He asks why I wasn’t embarrassed, with a tone that implied that I should be embarrassed. I should’ve told off Older Guy and kicked him out long before that, but I was a little worried about his reaction. After our last hookup, I had told him my real name and what I do for a living—I’ll need to be more careful about that in the future. Thankfully, he eventually leaves and allows me to move on with my day. But I’ve definitely learned a lesson—if a guy acts clingy, judgmental, and possessive, tell him to go fuck himself! I actually feel good about one thing involving our interaction however. Around 1.5 hours in at Chute, when Older Guy leaves to call his wife about the burglar alarm, there’s another guy with a hat on who knocks on my door. Hat Guy had been hanging around my room frequently and had previously knocked to see if I was interested—I had told him no, and that I was there with my “friend.” At this point I’m so annoyed with Older Guy that I pull Hat Guy into my room. He’s a younger Hispanic guy with glasses in addition to the hat, and a huge, thick, perfectly trimmed cock. I suck him for a bit, and then we move to the edge of the bed, where he starts fucking me doggy style. I ask him to take a picture—I love taking pictures of myself being slutty. While Hat Guy is fucking me, I can hear all the lube in my ass squelching. He’s opening me up wide and pounding me. He cums in my hole and I do kegels around his cock to milk every last drop of his semen. He pulls out and I can feel his cum drip out of my hole. I suck him a bit again, we thank each other, and then he leaves. About a minute later, Older Guy comes back knocking on the door. After Older Guy leaves, I relax in my room for a minute to watch porn and get back in the mood (Older Guy had actually asked me to give him free professional advice for the last half hour 🤦🏼♂️). I relube my hole, grab my towel, poppers, and lube, and go for a walk around Chute. In one of the video rooms, I find three guys in the middle of a hot scene. One of them is sitting on the bench, one guy is standing up, and there’s one guy on his knees servicing both of them. I recognize the guy on the bench, an older stocky daddy with a thick cock and delicious cum. Stocky Daddy recognizes me as well. He motions me over and I sit next to him, lean over, and start to suck his cock. As I’m sucking him, he starts telling the other guys how good of a cocksucker I am, how much I love to suck cock, and how I’ve got a girlfriend who lets me hook up with guys. They react approvingly, and they have me get on my knees. The guy who had been on his knees stands up, and now I have two new cocks in my face. After my initial rough start, striking out at Modern World, and a rough early afternoon with Older Guy, my day is now definitely getting better. I start sucking both of the guys who are standing up, and they sort of fight each other for access to my mouth for a bit. One of them starts fingering my hole, and when I stick my ass out they know I want to take cock as well as give head. One of them, the original standing guy, stands me up and has me bend over. Standing Guy is a middle-aged, toned, muscular black guy with a good sized uncut cock. While he enters my hole from behind, the original kneeling guy stands on the bench in front of me and puts his cock in my open mouth. Kneeling Guy is a middle-aged Hispanic guy, kind of quiet with a smaller but tasty cut cock. After awhile they switch places. Throughout this whole experience, Stocky Daddy on the bench is stroking and hitting poppers while telling them to give me their cocks. I’m also hitting poppers occasionally. Its been about six months since my last spitroast, and I’m in heaven with two cocks inside me, one at each end. Eventually, my legs get sore and I need a breather. Standing Guy and Kneeling Guy laugh appreciatively and pat me on the ass, leaving the room. They’re only speaking Spanish but I think from their tone they’re impressed. As soon as I catch my breath I go back to sucking Stocky Daddy on the bench. He had the best cock and blew the best load during my last hall pass, so I really enjoy sucking him. As I’m sucking him on my knees with my ass in the air, Standing Guy comes back in. He motions to Stocky Daddy, who tells me that Standing Guy wants to fuck my ass again. I stand up and bend over, and Standing Guy lines me up with Stocky Daddy’s cock again. As I take him in my mouth, Standing Guy is behind me pressing into my hole. He presses me forward into the cock in front of me, and we get into a really good rhythm. It feels amazing. Eventually Standing Guy starts smacking my ass and jerking as he fucks me. Between that and his string of Spanish, I can tell he’s unloading deep in my hole. As he pulls out, I can feel a huge load fall out of my ass, and I hear it land on the floor with a loud *splat*. There was already a lot of other cum on the floor, but most of the rest of it was translucent after having settled for a bit. His load is thick and white. And there was a lot of it. I get back down on my knees and grab his cock, putting it in my mouth and licking off the last drops of cum. He says thanks and laughs, and I laugh and pat him on the ass as he walks out. I turn back to Stocky Daddy on the bench, sucking his cock yet again. He and I each keep hitting poppers, and he keeps talking dirty to me, telling me how much I love cock. I’ve got his cock sliding in and out of my throat, taking him to the base repeatedly and occasionally suckling on his thick spongy head. At the same time, I’m jacking my own cock with my asshole in the air, slick and cool as it leaks cum and lube down my balls and onto the floor. I’m so turned on that I cum on the floor with Stocky Daddy’s cock deep in my throat. I keep sucking him for a bit afterward, as well as another guy who had come in to watch the show, but eventually I get up and leave. At this point it’s about 4:30-4:45, and I had made one last set of plans for 5:30. I take a shower, sit in the steamroom for a minute, take another shower, and then pack up my stuff. My 5:30 plans are with a guy that I’ve hooked up with in the past through Sniffies. He’s a younger black guy, and he has a huge cock, about 8.5 inches long by 2.5 inches wide. He runs a Twitter account where he shares video of some of his exploits. I last hooked up with him in March 2021: I sucked his cock, he came in my ass, I sucked him hard again, and he came in my ass again, all within the span of about 30 minutes. I was looking to get something similar this time. He was looking to get me at the end of the day after I’d taken as many loads as possible. After some back and forth, I show up at his place about 5:45, and I’m out by 6:00. Much like last time, we get right down to business. I get to his room, undress, and get down on my knees. His cock looks and feels even bigger and thicker than I remember. I suck him for awhile and I can tell he’s enjoying it. He’s moaning and cursing, he’s rock hard, and he doesn’t seem to be in any rush. Eventually, I tell him I want him to fuck me. He says “fuck yes” and helps me up. I get on his bed on all fours. I ask if he’s going to take a video of him fucking my ass, and he says yes. I want documentary evidence of me taking his cock. I lube up my hole some more, and took a hit of poppers as he presses against my cunt. He’s bigger than any of the other guys who’ve been inside my hole today, and it hurts for a second as I adjust to his size. Then it just feels good. Feeling him stretching me out and filling me up 🤤 He takes out his phone and begins recording. He starts talking dirty, asking if I like being a cumdump slut. I told him I do, begging him to add his load. He puts the phone down and starts fucking me HARD. The way this guy fucks is just 🤌🏼 I’m taller than him by a few inches, and with my knees just outside his knees, he’s able to plant his weight so that every time he thrusts and bottoms out deep in my hole, his legs hit the back of mine. It just fits. That sensation all at once—his cock filling me up at the same time his balls hit mine and the same time his legs hit mine—is almost indescribably pleasurable. Then there’s the psychological pleasure of knowing that he’s getting close to cumming. Feeling him start to pause because he’s trying to hold off. Me begging him for his cum. Him asking if I want it. Feeling him transition into an urgent rhythm, grunting, and then holding my hips so that he can deposit his warm cum in my hole. Eventually he pulls out and I feel the familiar sensation of cum trickling from my hole, now exposed to the air. I turn around and suck him into my mouth. I can’t risk trying to get another load—I need to get home by 6:30. But he’s very appreciative. I get dressed, pack up my stuff, he walks me to the door, and we say our goodbyes. Then I go to my car, take a video of his cum dripping from my hole, and send it to him. It’s been a good day, one last lap around Arizona taking cock and cum. I started out the day with a huge cock in my throat, and ended the day with a huge cock in my ass. I’ve had 11 different cocks in my mouth and throat, swallowed two loads, been fucked by five guys, and taken three big loads of hot semen in my hole. Still in my car, I jack off and blow one last load of cum thinking about it. I change into clean clothes and go home.2 points
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“Lot lizard.” That’s really fucking hot. How long did you keep those loads in you after getting home?2 points
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Using others for your benefit is abuse at a minimum. And I could argue using the struggle of others to ecomincally benefit and gain resources for another group is a form slavery. People have gotten so use to using black people to further their agenda, they have now become entitled and even cavalier about it. When reality our experience is unique and their is no other experience comparable.2 points
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IRL, I'm a man of few words and I make the words I use count. If a bottom's profile says they want a verbal top, I'm generally not the guy for them. 😄 I've had to do the same thing as a top! I keep repeating to myself, "Great sex does NOT equal love!" FTR, I wouldn't be turned off as I understand that anything said in the heat of passion shouldn't be taken seriously. 😘2 points
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i hate any kind of theatrics or 'role play,' this is real for me. Sometimes the Guy Topping me will ask me to "talk dirty" to Him, and that always leaves me at a loss. If its not spontaneous and real, i don't want it as part of the fuck. i do moan and say what i'm feeling, but it's not a lot or continuous. There have been times when i have to bite my mattress to keep from saying: "i love You" to a complete stranger who is fucking me and obviously hitting all my buttons lol, but that's because i don't wanna risk turning Him off.2 points
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Will the radical Right inspire a new Stonewall? They call us the QUEER Mafia and maybe we need to act like one. As the month of Pride is coming to an end, we must inform younger generations of how it came to be, that night in June of 1969 when the QUEER community, mostly black drag queens, rose up and literally took on the NYPD. Sitting idle gets us nothing and if we don't have a QUEER MLK, a QUEER Malcolm X should suffice. They'd like to see us wiped out and we can't allow that. I'm finding it more difficult to remain a pacifist lately. As a child of the 60's, Abbie Hoffman was my idol and if I can be half the man he was, I'd gladly take on his role.2 points
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I fear that you are correct. This has been coming for some time and the tides of “their justice” have turned against us. I think we need to brace ourselves for a tough road ahead. While we do get some support from people who are not like ourselves, in the end it’s going to be up to us.2 points
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I got my first raw fuck and poz loads only 5 days ago from a top and his buddy. I met the top oon Grindr and he would only fuck me raw. I said no and he left, then he came back with his buddy and they dominated me and pretty much raped me. I didn't say no so it wasn't really rape but they tied me up and I didn't ever say "yes". When they finished they told me that they had pumped poz cum inside of me. So, I am now kind of waiting to see what happens. Last night I was horny and I got onto Grindr and I changed my status to "unknown" and within seconds I had a bunch of guys asking to breed me raw. I picked a guy that was pretty hot, older than me by about 10 years and who said he was vers and also unknown status. He came over to my single and we got naked and flip fucked for an hour or so. He had an awesome body and not so big dick. I came inside him bare twice (this is the first time I ever fucked top bare) and he came inside of me once (my third guy and third load bare). The feeling of bare skin on skin as top and bottom was just so intense and unbelievable. I can still feel his cock throbbing and the cum pumping into me. This new life of bare I am starting is so incredible!2 points
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I am not muddying the water with discussing Maxine Waters. She likes to grandstand, and that has nothing to do with this discussion. The entirety of the case in Dobbs v Jackson was Roe and Casey were decided incorrectly. No new information was used to justify the reasoning other than the basis by which these decisions were reached was flawed. Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Coney-Barrett stated unequivocally in their confirmation hearings that Roe was settled law that should not be reconsidered. Then they turned around in less than 4 years and voted to overturn the decision. Under the principle of stare decisis, precedents should be honored UNLESS some significant development as occurred.2 points
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It's DEFINITELY what I want from you! <oink!>2 points
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Showed up to fuck a muscle bottom ass up anon one time, and I musta been hitting him just right cause his dick started jutting out the side of his jock. I like a hard bottom and always check if they’re hard, and this dude was easily 9 inches. Even told him he was way bigger than me and said he hated it bc guys always want him to top. I assured him I didn’t want him to, he said prove it, so I came in him.2 points
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My buddy was celebrating his 26th birthday at a rooftop bar in Brooklyn this weekend. Everyone had a fair amount to drink, lots of laughs and then the bar closed at 11pm. 11pm in Brooklyn? For the most part we scattered to the wind, myself and two of my friends live in Queens so we shared an Uber. Being tipsy one of my friends always suggests we hit up a karaoke spot in our neighborhood, tonight was no different. But we hadn't done it since pre-pandemic, so off we went. I mostly agreed because it's only a few blocks from my apartment, so the walk would be quicker for me. Between the three of us we emptied 3 pitchers of beer and sang a half dozen songs with a crowd of strangers. One of those strangers seemed to fancy me, he kept putting his arm around me and singing along like we were old friends, even though I didn't know his name. I noticed his hand would accidentally drop down to my waist and then brush across my ass. Now, my friends know I'm bisexual, so it didn't bother me that he was so obvious. Especially since he was sexy as hell. I'm about 5'6" and in the twunk realm, but I stay fit. This guy was about 6' and had a Michael B. Jordan thing going on, not quite as fit but he was no slouch either. When my friends and I called it a night they walked one way, I started to walk another. I was home within minutes, drunk and horny as I clumsily stripped down to my 2xist briefs. I was just going to beat off and call it a night, but out of curiosity I also opened Grindr. All the usual suspects, I did the "hey" and "what's up man" to a few people that I usually wouldn't bother with but you know how it is after a fun night out. I started looking up porn and stroking myself over my underwear, then checked again to see if I had any messages, nothing worth my time. I edited my profile, username "DTF?" and in the description "Just got back from a birthday celebration, kinda drunk...kinda horny." Looked at another video on the hub, didn't get me off. Checked my phone again, 7 new messages on Grindr. Most of them were crap, one of them a blank profile that sent 4 pictures. Surprise surprise it was the guy from the bar. His pictures were a little older, but it was clearly him. "You looking for a load?" "Lol, were you at Shout?" "Yeah, you looking for a load?" "I try to make condoms a rule," I told him. It's true though, I try to play safe as often as possible. "That's cool, where you at?" I sent him my address and was buzzing him in a few minutes later. I answered the door in just my underwear which got a huge smile from him as he walked in. He wasted no time grabbing my package with one hand, my ass with the other and going in for the kiss. Fuck this guy is hot. I dragged him back to my bedroom. I lay in the bed on my back and watched as he quickly undressed completely and then was on the bed between my legs, my dick went right into his mouth. "Mmm...fuck" I moaned. I rubbed his head, guiding him to give myself the most pleasure. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out some poppers. "Let me get some," he said before I took a hit. I handed him the bottle, he took a hit on each side then fed me two long hits. I got that familiar rush and he went back to sucking my dick, then slowly moved further down to eat me out. "Oh fuck yeah man, that's...that's good..." I mumbled. He spent a solid five or so minutes rimming me and getting his tongue in my hole. "You have lube?" he asked. I reached back into the night stand and passed him a bottle of Gun Oil. At this point between the poppers and alcohol I was just enjoying myself and not really thinking, I thought he was going to use the lube to finger my hole. I was wrong, he got his dick lubed up and a little on my hole then positioned himself so his cock was rubbing on my hole. I opened my eyes to see his looking back at me, then he started to push on my hole. "Wait, you need to put on a condom," I told him. "I'm just rubbing the head on you," he quickly fired back. Now...I'm not new, I've heard "just the tip" and used variations of it myself, so I know what he's doing and I want his big dick in me so I let him rub the head on my hole. It feels really good, he's getting me nicely lubed up and I'm just enjoying the teasing. I grab the poppers and take a hit, and then another. I cap the bottle and he pushes in, it stings a little but it's mostly pleasure. "Oh fuck man..." I close my eyes and throw my head back onto the pillow. "Just push out," he whispered. "I know," I groaned, "but you need a condom man," I reaffirmed as he continued to push in. "But I'm already in you," he said, bottoming out. Fuck his dick feels so good in me, my head spinning, I feel my hole stretching to accommodate his size. I let out a soft moan as he pulls out then slowly pushed all the way back in. "You really need a condom man," I told him. "But I'm already in you," he said again, "I can't stay hard with a condom on." He gave me a few more strokes, deeper each time. "I know, mmm, and it feels good, but we need to play safe," I said, feeling him hit my prostate. "I don't have one with me," he continued to thrust in and out a little faster. I reached into the drawer once again, digging for a condom. I couldn't find it, he slowly pulled out so I could get to the drawer. I dug deeper, finding the last condom as he took another hit of the poppers. I set the condom on the mattress next to me, repositioning myself so he was between my legs and his hard dick was inches from my hole again. I lay back, he handed me the poppers and picked up the lube. I took a deep hit, then another. He started rubbing the tip on my hole again. "Mmmm..." I let out a soft moan from all the pleasure. He didn't say anything, just pushed the tip back in. I didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feeling. He reached over, patting the bed looking for what I thought was the condom, so I picked it up and handed it to him. He didn't take it. "No, the poppers," he laughed. On my other side I picked up the cold bottle that was touching my hip and handed it to him. He uncapped it and fed me a hit, then another and slowly pushed in balls deep. "Mmm, fuck dude," I moaned. He slid an arm under my back, pulling me into him tighter, kissing my neck then my lips. I let out a moan, he was really long stroking me, slow deep thrusts with no intention of stopping. "I'm getting close," he whispered and then continued to kiss me. I tried to break the kiss but it was too late to stop him, he gave me a few last deep thrusts and then moaned and kissed me harder. His dick swelling inside me, pulsing out his hot load 7" deep into me. He pulled back a little then pushed in all the way, milking every last drop out of his dick and into me. "Fuck bro..." he said, collapsing onto me. He lay on top of me catching his breath, his face nuzzled into my neck as I held him, feeling his dick start to go limp and slide out of my hole. After a couple minutes he rolled off me. "Let me get you something to clean up with," I said, pulling a clean hand towel from a drawer under the bed. I watched him wipe off his glistening dick, then he hopped off the bed and started getting dressed. Neither of us said anything as he tucked his dick back into his boxer briefs, then zipped up his jeans, t-shirt and socks. I just lay there reflecting on everything that happened. "Thanks man, that was some good ass," he smiled at me. I just nodded and he walked out. I heard the door close and I went to take a shower.2 points
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Part 55 - The Second Stage Of Bagging A Prince Seated in the plush suites of the first class cabin for the seven hour flight to Dubai then a quick change of planes for the six hour flight down to Mauritius. Mateo still a little apprehensive about the whole flying thing seemed to forget he was on a plane. Alex and Max sat in the front two centre suites, Liam and Franco either side by the window, Artem behind Liam whilst Tom and Mateo had the suites behind Alex and Max. As much as Liam and Franco loved their royal trips the eight seats meant one other seat. To their relief the airline who now knew of Prince Alexander had blocked the seat off and the crew in the galley between first and business were instructed that no passenger is allowed past the galley. Alex stood and turned to them all reminding them that once they are at the hotel and in private royal protocol was banned unless exceptional circumstances prevail. He looked around and they all nodded, only when we leave for the airport does it resume he added. Mateo finally had the courage to have a glass of champagne and sat there quite calm, with Tom by his side they chatted and giggled constantly until dinner service. Artem came over to join them in their suites for dinner, whilst Liam and Franco joined Alex and Max. "How come we don't get to dine with you?" Tom said poking his head over the partition. "You are not important enough" Franco quickly replied and the three laughed. Tom smirked "Oh you better watch yourself for the next two weeks!" he said confidently. Franco deliberately sat back stretching and flexing his muscles "No problem" he said. "Stop flirting with my valet!" Alex said, "You can eat with us on the next flight" he said to Tom. They thought it was over but Tom appeared again "You gay yet?" he asked Franco smirking. "What a ludicrous question!" Franco responded but Alex and Max were looking at him, "No!" he said. Tom shrugged "Might get you drunk and take you on a test drive" he replied sitting down. Tom could hear the laughter and it was Liam who was laughing the longest and poking fun at Franco. Max stood up "Don't you get involved!" Alex said trying to pull him back in to his seat but failing. "Leave my protection officer alone" Max warned, "Or else!" he said. Tom smiled "You better watch your back as well Maxine" he replied hearing Alex burst out laughing. Max sat and Alex looked at Liam "Why do I think I am going to regret this trip?" he asked. Liam sipped his champagne contemplating for a moment "You employed them all, it is your fault!". Alex folded his arms "Apologise or you get demoted to business class!" he exclaimed. Liam took another sip and stared at Alex "Make me" he replied leaning forward and parting his mouth. "Your highness, sir, your menus for this evening" said a young cute cabin steward. Liam jumped looking slightly embarrassed "My name is Adrian and I will be looking after you". Adrian was cute, tall and very nice looking. Immaculately groomed in his airline uniform and around 22 years old. It was enough to spike Tom's interest and he openly flirted with him when handing the menus to them asking what was good. Adrian smiled and winked at Tom telling everything is good on their flight tonight, Artem and Mateo rolled their eyes looking at each other when he replied that he could see that. Tom continued his flirting throughout dinner then settled down to watch a movie and falling asleep. He woke up as the films credits were rolling and noticed that Franco and Artem were the only ones awake sat in Franco's suite chatting, apart from that the cabin was quiet but he needed a drink. Opening the half size door he walked up to the front where the first class galley and refreshments were situated by the staircase leading to the lower deck that was cordoned off. Tom looked at the drinks when Adrian appeared "Can I get you anything sir?" he asked kindly. He grinned stupidly "I need something to quench my thirst" he replied and opting for water. "Here" Adrian said taking the bottle and pouring it in a glass with some ice. Tom took a large swig "Thanks, I needed that, too much champagne and I am not use to it". Adrian chuckled staring at the tall sturdy young man "So what is your role with the prince?". Tom leaned back against the counter "All sorts really, but mostly their valet" he replied. "You must lead a wonderful life working for royalty" Adrian remarked. Tom stared besotted at him "Yeah" he said softly, "Where is the bathroom?" he asked. Adrian smiled "Behind you" he said gesturing with his hand and Tom looked behind. Tom put his glass down and walked towards the door then turned "Coming?" he asked. Adrian looked around he knew no one was allowed up here, even crew "I hope your quick" he said. "The longer you stand there the longer it takes" Tom replied already inside. Adrian swiftly moved inside, thank fully these aircraft had larger bathrooms at the upper front deck so space wasn't an issue. Tom locked the door then kissed him softly, his hands already undoing Adrian's trousers and underwear. So this wasn't how Adrian thought it would go, hoping he was going to top the young cute lad. He soon found out that behind his youth he was quite sure of wheat he was doing and wanted. In no time Adrian found himself bent over with his hands planted on the wall. Tom went down and hungrily ate his arse, spitting at it and using his tongue to pleasure the steward whilst pushing his saliva in his hole and opening it a little in preparation. Raising himself up and pushing down his trousers he spat in his hand and rubbing the saliva over his cock then he grabbed Adrian by the waist slowly pushing his cock inside. The aircraft shook through a little turbulence and Tom pushed all the way in. Adrian gasped and pushed his arse back grinding away at Tom's cock, he moaned and started gyrating his cock and pushing in deeper a couple of times until he was at a steady fast pace. The plane shook again and Tom was finding it hard to maintain his balance, but he continued at his relentless pace, quicker and quicker he got as Adrian moaned louder pushing his arse back harder against Tom. He delicately licked his lips feeling his balls tingling, the orgasm slowly accentuating, strong and stronger it got and faster he fucked. The aircraft started bumping around more and the seat belt sign came on, Tom grabbed him hard around the hips and thrusted up releasing a loud grunt and moan as he started unloading his seed in to the cabin steward. He thrusted harder in to him whilst pulling his hips back holding him deep on his cock until he finished. Quickly but gently he pulled out and Adrian moved fast pulling up his underwear and trousers making himself look presentable. Adrian kissed him 'Back to your seat quickly' he said still breathing heavily and using one hand to hold on to the bulkhead as the plane shook again. Tom walked out still doing the zipper up on his trousers returning to his seat bumping in to seats as he tried to steady himself. Artem and Franco looked over to the far side of the plane smiling at Tom seeing him appear and looking a little flustered. Adrian appeared by them and was clearly a little dishevelled and hot in the face. They looked at each other both rolling their eyes knowing full well what Tom had been up to. Leaving Mateo sat by himself who now looked petrified as the plane jolted and bumped. "Seat belts on sirs" Adrian said a little out of breath. They looked at him then at Tom sitting down "Oh my god" Artem muttered under his breath. Franco chuckled and watched Adrian moving to check Mateo was okay "You think?" he asked. Artem nodded "Where do you think Tom has been for the last fifteen minutes!" he remarked. Franco smiled "He is a pretty fast mover" he said. Artem looked at him suspiciously "Have you..." he was about to ask. "Fuck off Artem!" Franco exclaimed smiling, Of course I haven't" he said staring at him. Artem smiled "Are you straight or gay, you never really let on?" he asked sitting back. Franco smirked "Why are you so interested, do you fancy me?" he asked keeping eye contact. "I am straight" Artem replied in a matter of fact way. "That was not the answer to the question" Franco said still staring deep in to his eyes. Artem blushed slightly which he noticed "I fancy you" Franco said quietly. Artem sat back folding his arms "I know you do" he replied, "So does Alex and Tom. But I bet you Fancy Liam". Franco waved his hand "Oh come on, what makes you even think that?" he asked like it was a stupid remark. Artem smirked "I see things Franco" he simply replied, "The little subtle stolen looks". "How straight are you Artem?" Franco asked leaning forward. Artem shook his head smiling "Straight enough thanks and stop changing the subject" he replied. "Do you fancy me Artem?" Franco now asked again looking seriously at him. The seat belt sign turned off "Ah my cue to leave you!" Artem said getting up. Franco smiled "This isn't over Artem, we have two weeks yet" he said making it sound erotic. Franco watched him moving around, even he couldn't deny that Artem was an incredibly attractive guy who seemed to show no interest in girls yet he thought he protested way too much at not being gay. Artem had no idea what to make of it as he sat down in his seat. Franco had got him all flustered and weirdly confused, he was straight and he liked girls yet he couldn't deny Franco was a smooth talker and there was something so sexually alluring about him. He didn't want anything to ruin their friendship and in any case nothing would ever happen between them, he now remembered the night in London where Alex and he had kissed then shook his head. Mateo had now calmed down and Artem went around to sit with Tom and looked at him smiling. "What?" Tom asked trying to all innocent but failing. Artem pressed the button for the cabin steward "Stop it" Tom said looking embarrassed. "May I get you anything sirs?" Adrian asked appearing at Tom's seat. "Champagne please, three glasses" Artem ordered, "Oh and one for Franco over there". "Certainly sir" Adrian replied glancing at Tom with a wink. Artem sat there with his arms folded staring at Tom "Alright yes" he said quietly. "What is going on?" Mateo asked all confused as Franco came over to join in. Artem chuckled "Tom here had sex with the flight attendant" he said making Tom blush. Franco and Mateo chuckled "You got enrolled in to the mile high club then" Franco said. Tom looked confused "That is what it is called when you have sex on a plane" Franco added. They laughed quietly as Adrian returned with four glasses "We have been busted" Tom said. Adrian nearly spilt the drinks "I am so sorry" he said putting the glasses down. Mateo looked up at Adrian and grinned "Good isn't he!" he remarked. Adrian smiled "Incredible" he replied, "Two hours before landing would you like anything to eat?". They ordered some food and woke the the other guys up as well knowing Alex and Max said to wake them for a snack before landing. Rumour soon got around to the others about Tom joining the special club. The party was taken by the airlines private cars to the VIP lounge and then on to their next flight. Liam took the first three hours with Artem keeping him company then Franco with Mateo whilst the others slept. For Tom it was the only way he got some peace as they continually mocked him over his antics on the previous flight. On the ground they were met by the hotels limousines at the aircraft having gained special clearance and completing immigration before disembarking. The two limousines quickly whisked them on their way to the hotel. Tom and Mateo were wide awake watching the tropical scenery whizzing past until the cars turned on to the driveway of the hotel and pulling up outside. The hotel manager and seven butlers were all standing waiting for the royal party to arrive and after formal protocol and welcomes were completed five bell boys now appeared to take their luggage over to the suites on to Frangipani island. The butlers helping the bell boys and Artem walked with the two butlers assigned to the royal suite who carried the boxes with the royal sashes inside. Tom and Mateo wasted no time seeing the beach and ran across the white sand staring at the crystal clear azure waters of the Indian Ocean. Artem happy to have one suite to himself let Tom and Mateo share the other one whilst Liam and Franco would occupy the second bedroom in the royal suite upstairs. Mateo was incredibly impressed at their suite that opened on to the beachfront, he walked outside and looked up to see Liam and Franco shirtless already waving down at him. Mateo grinned and blew them both a kiss then turned around and wiggled his arse at them laughing, he took his shirt off then rubbed his hand over his body in an enticing manner. Liam looked at Franco then they both disappeared. "I would run if I was you Mateo" Max said leaning over, "They are coming for you!". "They no scare me" Mateo replied then spotted them heading towards him, "Dios mio". Suddenly Mateo bolted across the sand unsure where he was even heading but he kept running anyway until he reached the waters edge then turned around to see Liam one side and Franco the other. He had no way of escaping and held his hands up helpless and now way of escaping them. They moved in and picked him up by his arms and legs taking him in to the sea. Panic ran through Mateo, his one weakness was he couldn't swim properly and never been in the sea. "Please no, I no swim well" Mateo cried out. Liam seeing the panic in his eyes lowered his legs "Hey calm down Mateo" he said softly. Franco let go and put his arm around his shoulder "Come on we will teach you" he said. Slowly they took Mateo in to the water keeping hold of him by the hands. Liam and Franco would spend the next two weeks teaching Mateo to swim properly. It all made sense to Liam why Mateo would stand in the palace pool wading around and only swimming a little. Artem came down to the beach with Alex whilst Max watched from the balcony smiling and waving to them, he knew Artem doted on Alex having been with him from the start. Tom joined Max handing him a cup of coffee as they stood enjoying the morning and Mateo's swimming lesson. Alex went in to the sea and Franco came out and waved up at Max and Tom before sitting next to Artem on the shore line. "You not going in for a swim?" Franco asked. "In a bit" Artem replied smiling, "Mateo seems to be enjoying his swimming lesson" he remarked. Franco laughed "Yeah, he has a soft spot for Alex" he said, "But then again who doesn't". "Do you?" Artem asked looking at Franco, "Or are you worried your macho image will be damaged?". "My macho image?" Franco asked looking surprised, "Do you think I have one?". Artem smiled "I don't know what to think Franco. Can't work you out" he replied. "Maybe you are not suppose to work me out" Franco said in a mysterious tone. Artem chuckled watching Alex "I know you two have kissed" Franco said quietly. "Only the once and in London" Artem replied, "Wanted to see what it was like that is all". Franco looked at him "And what did you think?" he now asked. Artem shrugged "Honestly it didn't feel any different" he replied, "What about the ballet dancer?". Franco chuckled going bright red "Thought so" Artem said smiling, "Good for you Franco!". "Nothing is going on there" Franco quickly said, "I did kiss Max though" he said in a hushed tone. Artem glanced at him "You need to stop worrying what people will think Franco and go for it". "Dispensing advice now?" Franco asked chuckling, "Nose out of my business please" he said kindly. "Not a chance" Artem replied putting his arm around Franco's shoulder, "We are family here". Franco smiled looked at Artem "The ballet dancer" he started saying, "He is nice but I fancy someone else". Artem smiled staring out to sea and couldn't bring himself to look at Franco right now, he had a sneaky suspicion why Franco was looking at him. Artem now stood and went in for a swim whilst Franco watched. The day unfolded in to a completely relaxed and chilled out time, something they all appreciated like they were just a group of friends on holiday. Alex looked out over the balcony on the second morning dressed in his bathrobe and stretching after a good nights sleep. He waved at Max and Tom who were enjoying a dip in the ocean before breakfast, he smiled to himself remembering that day when he spotted Max right from this position. Who knew that after months of depressed searching and sadness that he would have casually bump in to him in London that night. He jumped slightly feeling a hand on his shoulder and glanced smiling to see Liam standing there. He leaned over the balcony with his arm around Alex, he didn't need to say anything as the look on Alex's face said it all. The two butlers appeared on the balcony with coffee and started preparing the table for breakfast, Max and Tom noticed and ended their swim casually walking across the beach laughing and pushing each other then standing looking up at Alex. They both bowed and called up 'Your highness' causing Alex to laugh and wave royally at them. Liam slipped his hand down and squeezed his arse then took his seat at the table pouring a coffee for Alex and him whilst they waited for everyone else to join them. After the noisy breakfast where they planned the day out they all headed down to the beach. Max disappeared for a half an hour with Franco on the pretence they wanted to see what excursions they could go on. Every one else complained stating the only excursion they wanted was from the suite to the beach. Slowly as the sun began setting Max dragged Alex up from the sunbed and took him for a walk along the beach and around Frangipani. Franco had to hold Liam back explaining that Max wanted an hour of privacy with Alex and he would keep him safe. They walked to a jetty where a small hotel speed boat was tied up. The driver stood up and bowed as they approached. "Thought we would go over to the island for an hour. Just us" Max said. Alex smiled looking around "Does Liam and Franco know" he asked knowing Liam would go nuts. Max chuckled "Stop worrying Alex and get in, for once trust me" he said. They arrived after the 3 minute journey across the small expanse of water to the hotels private island. On the jetty they were handed cold towels and their sunglasses cleaned by the islands butlers and offered a chilled rose water spray on their faces, Alex giggled but felt instantly refreshed. Max took his hand and they walked on the beach. Alex didn't notice one of the butlers hand Max something and found a spot on the main beach that was deserted, they stood at the waters edge looking across at the Frangipani island and could just make out their entourage on the beach there. Franco could just make out it was Alex and Max standing there. Max was checking the time, he had to do this within the hour and notify the king as in two hours the royal chamber council were meeting. Alex chuckled and leaned in kissing Max "This is my sanctuary" he said softly, "Here with you". Max smiled and looked at Alex "Crazy world, the world you live in, the world I lived in" he said. "You don't regret being thrown in to my world?" Alex asked facing him bathed by the setting sun. Max brushed his lips softly against Alex's "No. But then I have no idea what I am actually doing". Alex giggled "You make a good job of it, whatever it is your doing" he said kissing him lightly. "Still scares the hell out of me you know" Max added fingering the ring in his hand now. Alex smiled "I love you so much Max, make no mistake about that". Max smiled stepping back and dropping to one knee "Then Prince Alexander. Will you marry me?". His voice nearly giving out through nerves as he held out the ring, he didn't quite know how to do this but then Alex gave him the opening and the moment felt right. Alex looked bewildered for a moment being taken by surprise by this, he knew one day it would happen but this caught him truly off guard. Looking down at the worried look on Max's face he chuckled and smiled nodding his head. "Yes of course I will Max" Alex replied and Max slipped the ring on his finger and stood up. Alex looked at it beaming with happiness then looked at him "Wait you did ask right?" he checked. Max laughed and kissed Alex holding him tight "Your father and governor have consented". Alex was beside himself and pulled Max forward again kissing him passionately and slipping his hand inside Max's shorts to hold his arse. They heard a champagne cork pop behind and a butler appeared carrying two glasses of champagne and handing one to each of them. Quickly Alex removed his hand from inside Max's shorts. "To us and our weird lives together with the man I love" Max said raising his glass chuckling. Alex smiled wiping his eyes "To us, my future husband who I love and adore so much". They kissed again "You know our lives will get even more crazy now" Alex said making sure Max knew. He nodded "The king made no mistake in telling me it would go in to overdrive" Max replied. The clinked glasses gently and sipped the champagne holding hands and looking out over the ocean. Franco saw everything, or just about, he knew it was done and smiled bursting with pride that had Liam looking confused. "What is going on?" Liam asked squinting trying to see what Franco had seen. Franco just laid back down in the sand "You will find out shortly" he replied waving his hand. "Don't you start keeping secrets from me!" Liam demanded pinching Franco's toe. Franco just giggled "I am not keeping secrets, it is just not for me to tell you" he replied. Alex looked at his hand as they sat in the speed boat on their way back with the butler and their glasses of champagne. By the time they got to the beach where the guys were still catching the last of the rays at the waters edge the butler followed Alex and Max carrying a tray of champagne. Liam stood slightly confused by their appearance but realised quickly something good was going on. They waited for the butler to disappear after giving everyone a glass and making sure they were alone and private then Alex nodded to Max. He smiled at Alex "Guys, Prince Alexander and I are engaged to be married in June" he announced. Alex looked shocked not knowing it was going to be in June but he had no time to question it as they crowded around kissing and hugging them both and toasting their happiness. Liam looked at Franco knowing full well that he had known that Max was going to propose all along. "So you said June?" Alex now said managing to get to Max. "Yes. Sorry but your father insisted, well commanded really" Max replied. Max knew what he had to do and after reminding them that the news was stay within their circle he sent a text to to the king advising that it was official then letting his family know. The king in turn sat down at the head of the council table and nodded to the governor premier at the opposite end who knew that Max had done his part. The meeting commenced with the governor addressing the council advising that after seeking consented approval Max has proposed and Prince Alexander has accepted, nods of approval from council members and congratulations offered to his majesty who was now to take the floor. The king opened his folder as the five older council members looked to his majesty, the governor had already advised the council members that the king was going invoke a statute and made it clear that if they voted against it they need to back it up with plausible reasoning. The king looked up and nodded to each council member "Gentlemen of the royal chamber council. Today marks a significant point for Prince Alexander and the sovereign family along with the citizens of Monrovia, just under two hours ago Maximilian Westwood-Lymm formally proposed a union of marriage to the prince himself after obtaining consent from the royal chamber" the king started and again nodded to each council member. "The people of Monrovia are proud to be part of a country that is progressive and in many ways leading the way of building tolerant societies that are often envied by other countries. After consideration and with full support and backing from the crown heads of Her Majesties The Dowager Queen and Queen we are proposing that the Sovereign Statute 10.5 be invoked to extend to Maximilian Westwood-Lymm, the statue is to be invoked as written. Before tabling a vote may I remind you that the statute clearly defines itself in granting full royal title and status. Governor premier" the king said handing the vote over. Steven stood up "Your majesty" he said bowing, "His Majesty the King of Monrovia proposes to invoke Sovereign Statute 10.5 in full. Do the council members need time to consider before casting their vote?" he asked looking around the table, no one said a word. "Royal chamber council please raise your right hand to vote in Sovereign Statute 10.5 for Maximilian Westwood-Lymm" he said, the king and governor premier raised their hands and the council all followed on. "Sovereign Statute 10.5 has been approved by each member of the Royal Chamber Council and is therefore granted with no amendment. All rights under the sovereign crown of Monrovia will be afforded from the date of the union to Prince Alexander. The Sovereign heads to determine title and to be approved by the myself as governor premier" he said bringing the item to a close. The king nodded his thanks to the council and they carried on discussing other items. Max sat back on the Balinese bed taking a moment, he looked down at Alex who was sleeping peacefully next to him. It was a surreal dreaming moment to him, half expecting he would need to pinch himself to actually believe this was happening to him. A person he was totally in awe of and loved so much slept peacefully by his side. The way not only his life but that of his family had changed in several months. He smiled and looked down at the ocean where Mateo was swimming with Liam and Franco. He had the chance to make a mark on his adopted country now as he looked down at his list of things to do taking up the chairman position of the MTA, having seen the club itself which was by any standard a world class venue. His head full of ideas and things to do that he had to keep writing them down. After all he knew how to put on pretty important events from his days in the gallery, he knew that enticing big names would bring the crowds. He wrote down the words, needs to be run as a business with a proper board made up of employees not directors or vice presidents. He tapped his chin with the pencil then wrote chef and sat forward scribbling down royal club and in brackets exclusive premium section. Tom walked over to Max and took the pad and pencil out of his hand. "You are suppose to be relaxing, you need to chill out" Tom said dragging him off the bed. "I am quite happy laying here" Max protested allowing himself to be pulled up. Artem walked over dripping water "I will sit with Alex" he said pushing them both away. Tom took Max by the hand walking to the ocean "Plenty of time to work at home" Tom said. Max smiled "You are quite bossy sometimes" he said kindly squeezing Tom's hand. Tom smirked "Yeah I know" he said softly glancing at Max, "Think you like it though" he smiled. Franco swam over "Finally he got you to stop working!" he remarked standing up. Max looked at his body chuckling and remembering the fight at Christmas "Cock tease!" Max said. Franco laughed stepping closer to Max with a smouldering look in his eyes "You want me?" he asked. Max swallowed hard "Cock tease!" he said again with a softer tone in his voice. Franco laughed and moved his face closer like he was about to kiss him, he chuckled and kissed him on the cheek taking his other hand to be lead in to the warm water by Tom and Franco. Artem looked over to where Franco stood with Max then shook his head wondering what was happening to him. Max looked over and smiled seeing Liam and Mateo happily chatting away without a care in the world, he had bonded so closely with Liam that anyone would mistake them as a couple. Then there was Franco, flirty and sexy but always just out of reach. Finding it awkward at times having the shadow of Franco follow him at the beginning, he soon found that he was devoted to him like Liam was to Alex. He trusted his intuition and guidance, he also found the same with Liam as they cross protected the two of them when out and about with Alex. In fact Max found he relied more and more on Franco as the weeks went by and he took a more active role not only with Alex's engagements but also with Alden as a threesome which drew larger crowds, it also had the added bonus of being with Nick. The tranquil surroundings of their tropical paradise where only a closed door away from reality, a reality that was to trouble Max a little in the coming months and where he would turn to the one person who would help him find his feet. The dowager queen who he had a very close bond with would gave him all the guidance he needed. He sighed lovingly feeling the arms wrap around his body and the soft sensual lips of Alex on his neck, awake from his sleep he had come down to join them for a swim with Artem in tow. Now that every one was over their jetlag and able to stay awake longer tonight would be the first time they would all have dinner together on the balcony of the royal suite. After all Alex and Max really wanted this to be a kind of thank you to their staff, no protocol, just seven friends enjoying a couple of weeks away from life. Shortly before dinner both Liam and Franco received an encrypted message from their boss Scott, both knew what it meant and they were not divulge any of it to anyone else. The message simply read 'Statute 10.5 is in motion and Max will fall under Statute 3 in due course'. Neither of them quite knew what 10.5 was but they knew 3 like the back of their hands, they both looked at each other and smiled locking their phones. At the same time Max received a text from the king asking when he was telling his parents as the formal announcement needs to be made quickly by the palace. Max sat on the bed and called his parents telling them the news which came as no surprise half expecting something to happen sooner rather than later. Max looked up "So we go public with this?" he asked Alex. Alex sat next to him "Of course, you can't expect to marry me in private!" he replied laughing. "I guess the palace will issue a statement and we can post a photo on our social media" Alex added. "Tomorrow then" Max suggested, "When we are on the beach, more romantic" he said. Alex kissed him "I like your thinking sexy" he said running his hand inside Max's shorts. "Stop that Alex you know I can't resist it" Max complained but loosing any ability to fight. Alex chuckled and pulled his hand away "After dinner I want to bang your brains out!" he said standing. Max stood up pulling Alex towards him "Bend over!" he said pushing over. "We have dinner" Alex said trying to stand back up but Max had pulled his shorts down. "You started it!" Max replied. Max kneeled down ramming his face in to Alex's arse 'Oh god dam!" he moaned loudly. Alex collapsed half on the bed from surprise as Max attacked his arse, biting the cheeks playfully and kissing his way up along his back. All the time his cock getting nearer and nearer until it met with his hole, softly toying and nudging until the head slipped in. Max gasped and Alex moaned raising his head, Max giggled and pushed his head back down on the bed and using his legs to pin Alex's legs wide open. His hands resting either side of Alex and delivering several long deep strokes before closing in and wriggling his arse until he was balls deep, Alex raised his head again and moaned 'Fuck me baby!' he said between breaths. Max was intending on doing it anyway but hearing his lovers soft tones begging him for it drove his hips wild, slapping hard against his arse. Tom walked up to the door and heard the distinct sound of fucking and chuckled to himself, quickly removing his hand from knocking on the door and letting them get it over with. Tom returned to the balcony "Dinner will have to wait a few minutes" he said sitting down. "Seriously! They have had all day and they do it now!" Artem said folding his arms grumpily. Mateo picked a bread roll putting it in Artem's mouth "Eat this then" he said to a laughing Artem. "Behave!" Liam said pouring himself a glass of wine. Franco laughed looking at Artem who for once was lost for words with a bread roll hanging out of his mouth. That was what he liked about Artem, so confident in his role, plus he had a very extraordinary closeness with Alex and Max. Max couldn't go any faster even if he tried and it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm surfacing and taking over his body. He pushed in one last time and moaned loudly collapsing on top of Alex. Only their heavy breathing filled the air until Alex giggled and raised his head turning it to kiss Max. Max rested his head on Alex's back as he desperately wanted to fuck him again but knew they were all probably waiting for dinner. Slowly he pulled out and heaved Alex off the bed who was a giggling mess pulling his shorts back up with a raging erection showing through. Max pulled his shorts up "Man I am hungry!" he said holding his hand out to Alex. "Me too, but I can wait until later for my turn" Alex said kissing him. They strode out on to the balcony together to a round of applause from the guys. Instantly Max stood in front and took a bow then he presented Alex who stepped forward and bowed. The applause rang out from the table until the butler and waiter appeared confused as to what was going on. Alex and Max took their seats and spent an enjoyable few hours as the seven of them ate and drank, talking and laughing then eventually ending up on the beach sat under the stars of the humid night air. The following morning Alex and Max went down to the beach and Max took his phone out and sat behind Alex with one around his prince he took a selfie, happy it was a good picture he sent a text to the palace media who confirmed he could post it. Simultaneously the palace media team released the official statement, the governor premier announced the news in session. Max opened up the app on his phone where their page had now attracted millions of followers, he uploaded the photo and added the caption 'Happily in love with my fiancé' he put two wedding bell symbols next to it and looked at Alex who moved his finger over and clicked on the post button. They looked at each other and shared a very loving kiss. Liam walked over and showed them that the formal announcement had been made and read allowed to them 'Their Majesties the King and Queen of Monrovia along with Mr & Mrs Westwood-Lymm are pleased to announce that their sons, Prince Alexander and Maximilian Westwood-Lymm are officially engaged and will be married towards the end of June. Additional details of the ceremony will follow at a later date'. The palace media assistant logged in to the prince's account and began going through the numerous comments from well wishers as the number of likes rose in their thousands every time it was refreshed. There were already comments appearing speculating what Max's title would be. But incredibly in the last few minutes it had become the fastest trending topic in Monrovian history. The king and queen popped by and watched for a few minutes, the outpouring of love for the two was amazing. It confirmed their expectation that the wedding would need to be a full state ceremony, it had already been decreed by the governor that the day would be a public holiday. Alex had arranged with the hotel manager to have a jeweller brought to the hotel with plain gold rings for Max to try on since he adamant that Max needed one. Leaving the hotel managers office they took a stroll along the beach holding hands with Liam and Franco following on. It didn't take long for news to be spreading around the hotel as guests knew who was in residence by the security on Frangipani island, they were cautiously stepping forward offering their congratulations and asking for pictures. Alex and Max happily allowed selfies to be taken with the guests. The simple beauty of their love radiated from them and was evident to anyone who met them. Across on Frangipani island Tom was swimming with Artem whilst Mateo sat on the beach looking in to his phone on a video call with Hannes where they chatted away for a few minutes before Hannes went silent staring at him. "It is massive excitement here about the prince and Max" Hannes said. Mateo smiled "They are happy and in love" he replied staring at the screen. "What about you, are you in love?" Hannes asked straight out, "I know I am Mateo" he said. Mateo nodded slowly "Yes" he replied softly, "I missing you lots" he said welling up. Hannes smiled "I want you to enjoy your time away and do whatever you want" he said knowingly. "Oh!" Mateo replied looking confused then up at Tom. "I want it to be just you and me when you come home" Hannes now said clarifying it for him. Mateo grinned "No more Tom or prince?" he asked then chuckled, "Just you and me then?". Hannes nodded "I miss you Mateo, more than I thought I would" he said showing him his cock. Mateo laughed "You dirty boy" he said wiping his eyes then staring at him "Te quiero mucho". Hannes put his cock away "I know" he said, "Te quiero mucho Mateo". "Yo sé que tú" Mateo replied smiling, "I be home soon" he said. Hannes smiled "It is a big step Mateo so tell me your answer when you come home" he said. "Okay" Mateo said smiling back at him hearing the word home being spoken. "Are you coming in or do we have to drag you in?" Tom shouted out to Mateo. Hannes chuckled "You better go before Tom gets his hands on you" he said. Mateo hung up putting his phone back on the sun bed and wandered in to the sea to join them for a swim. He felt so happy right now about Hannes on one side, and the other a little sadness watching Tom knowing their explosive exploits would have to eventually come to an end.2 points
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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?2 points
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skinny young kid at a bookstore - skater type, barely legal and I figured he'd be tentative and inexperienced, or so I thought as I saw him walk in. He went for a booth in the back with a gloryhole and I thought, what the hell I haven't had young dick lately. I went into the adjoining booth and kneeled waiting. He selected some vid and dropped his pants to reveal a nice-sized 6 inches, surprisingly uncut for a young white boy. He slipped it through the hole and I started sucking. (I really like feeling them get hard.) He started to firm up and thicken and lengthen. Pretty soon, I was having to stretch my mouth around a gargantuan 9-10 incher and thick as a coke can! I was pleasantly surprised and determined to make him shoot. I worked the head and the shaft and his balls and he really liked me taking it down my throat, so I spun around and backed up on him. He hesitated realizing it wasn't y mouth and then the boy FUCKED me. He pounded my hole like a stallion - hard and deep and then backed off and slowed down. I wasn't dealing with a newbie, that was for sure. He fucked me a good 15 minutes before pulling out. I didn't think he'd cum, so I was upset and kinda confused why he stopped. He leaned down to the hole and told me to cum over. He needed to get off and he liked to cum "looking into his bitch's eyes". I was out the door and in his booth in no time! He threw me on the little bench seat, put my legs on his shoulders and fucked his load into me like a pro. I was stretched out and trying to catch my breath when he said "surprised ya, didn't I?" I nodded and he said he's been fucking men since his dick arrived. He said he only gets to fuck men cause the girls all get scared. I gave him my number and he fucked me on and off for about a year before he moved. Miss that kid!2 points
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[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.1 point
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The day before my 20th birthday I was on a train to Budapest. I was traveling by myself and left my compartment, the train was fairly empty and I actually had one to myself, to wander a bit. I passed a compartment that had a couple of guys in it who looked to be in their 30's. They were pretty attractive and checked me out as I passed by. I should say, I was still closeted at this time, even though I had LOTS of experience with gay sex by that point and could tell when a guy was cruising me. I thought I'd hang around in the hallway looking out the window and see what's up. In a minute, one of them came out and stood next to me, rubbing my ass that I had purposely stuck out. "Vodka?" He asked in a very thick accent that I assumed was Russian. I turned and saw his companion waving a bottle in the air. I wasn't about to turn down any of these possibilities. So I joined them in their compartment as the door was locked behind me. Shots were poured and I immediately downed two as I sat between my new friends. I learned their names were Ivan and Misha, but not much else as they didn't speak English. But that didn't matter as they felt my skinny, smooth body. Two more shots and they had my shirt off. Another two and my pants were gone. I sat there naked between them as they continued feeling me all over and taking turns kissing me. Two more shots and I was feeling no pain. That's when these two guys started changing a bit. They started becoming more aggressive and were soon taking turns forcing my mouth on their very decent sized cocks. They held the back of my head as they forced me to deepthroat them. Eventually Misha moved behind me and started lubing up his cock as Ivan fed me two more shots. I was pretty drunk now as I felt a cock pushing against my hole. Ivan stuck his cock down my throat to gag me as Misha forced his head past my sphincter. I screamed as my hole was stretched open, which was muffled by Ivan's cock. I was FAR from being a virgin, but it had been a month since I was last fucked, and I hadn't been loosened up. Misha just held my hips and pushed until his balls were against my ass as they both kinda laughed. He didn't give me much time to loosen up, but thank God I was drunk. Soon he was pounding away in my hole. Ivan removed his cock from my mouth, then rammed my underwear in its place. He replaced Misha at my hole. I screamed some more into the gag as Ivan forced his larger dick into me. But he didn't care, he just stretched me wide as he bottomed out in me, the fly of his pants scraping against my flesh. In fact, neither of them cared about me, they were only interested in one thing, my hole. But that was fine with me. I loved being used. Eventually Misha shot off in my ass, and Ivan quickly followed suit. After they removed the gag and made me clean their cocks, Ivan stuffed his cock back in his pants and exited the compartment. Misha poured two more shots, and even though I didn't want them, he somehow persuaded me down them as he spoke Russian into my ear. I have no idea what he was saying, but it sure sounded dirty. After a short bit, Ivan returned with two more guys. I was really drunk at this point, but through my blurred vision I could see they were probably late 40's or so, really burly guys. They basically ignored me as they talked to each other and laughed sneeringly at me. I heard the word American a couple of times, and it didn't sound nice. Someone stuffed my underwear back in my mouth and I could see someone else removing my laces from my tennis shoes. Then, one pair of laces was tied around my head, securing the gag in my mouth, while the other one was used to bind my wrists behind my back. Then the real fucking began. I honestly have no idea who was the next to mount me, but it didn't really matter. It was obvious I was nothing more than a hole for these guys, and wasted me loved it! They kept taking turns on my ass, fucking me for a while before pulling out and sticking another cock deep in me. This went on for probably two hours. I have no idea how many times each guy came in me, but from the best my drunken mind could tell, it was two each. All I knew was the alcohol was wearing off a bit and my ass ached like a mother fucker. I was sobbing a bit near the end which apparently amused my rapists. When they had finally finished using me, they untied me and helped me to get dressed before kicking me out of their compartment. "Don't say a word to anyone, American faggot." Said one of the burly men as he shut the door. Not that I was even capable of thinking who would possibly help me at this point. I stumbled back to my own compartment, cum dripping down my leg, garnering looks from people I passed. I promptly passed out as soon as I laid on the seats. After a couple of hours I awoke and it was dark outside. My underwear were soaked from all the cum that had leaked out and my head throbbed, but not as much as my ass. It ached like it had never before. But that aching made my dick hard and I realized I hadn't cum myself yet. I thought about jerking off, but my aching ass was actually craving more cock. I knew the Russians were still on the train, so I decided to see if I could find them. Luckily I remembered which compartment they were in and I knocked on the door. It slid open and the burly guy was standing before me. "What do you want American faggot?" He asked. "More." Was the only thing I could say. He laughed as he opened the door wider and let me in. The four of them smiled lasciviously as I grabbed what looked like a new bottle of vodka and took a couple swigs. Then I removed my clothes. No since standing on ceremony at this point. They again remained clothed as they took their cocks out and stroked them. I laid back on the seats and spread my legs. Ivan was the first to step up, rubbing lotion on his cock. His was the biggest cock and I grimaced as he forced it back into my battered hole. I just grunted as he pushed it in balls deep and grabbed another big swig off the bottle. From there, there was no gentleness, just fucking. After all, I was just a faggot to these guys. Just a hole to use. These men weren't gay, they were just using an available hole. Again, they didn't even remove their pants. They just unzipped enough to free their cocks. Also this time, there were no gags, no being tied. I had come back willingly after all. I just laid there with my legs in the air as Ivan pounded me before depositing another load in my hole. In retrospect, I'm glad Ivan was the first one back in my hole. The others were hung pretty well, but not quite as big. So after he a stretched my sore hole open again, the next guy was much more pleasurable. He held my thighs as he pounded me for a while, eventually cumming. Eventually, as the last guy was fucking me, I grabbed my cock, and in a couple swift strokes, was shooting my load all over myself. This triggered the last guy to unload the final load into me. After I stumbled again back to my compartment, I rummaged through my luggage until I found my toothbrush holder. I was still horny as fuck and wasted no time sticking it up my wet, loose hole. It wasn't a cock, but it was close enough. I jerked my hard dick as I pulled the toothbrush holder out. It was covered in cum and ass slime, which I licked off. After a couple minutes of this, I shot another big load and fell asleep. Soon after we pulled into the station, and I saw the Russians on the boarding plank, but they all acted like they didn't recognize me. That just made my cock stir in my pants again.1 point
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Love to talk to guys that go saunas and there experience of getting fucked regularly there various sauna's I attended Pipeworks sauna glasgow were u can regularly get fucked filled1 point
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I dont necessarily like throat FUCKED like that, But I do LOVE it slowly and steadily slid BALLS deep over and over, and I LOOOOVE it held down my throat so I cant breathe. To the point he has me about to pass out.1 point
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I love it when I have no control and the top uses my mouth and throat as rough as he can as if it were a flesh light as something that doesn’t need to breathe as something that they’re just for his pleasure with total disregard for the discomfort of the bottoms mouth and throat1 point
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I agree with others on this post. I have no problem with brothers who are effeminate but, I'm definitely not turned on by porn (or in real life)by a bottom that is playing to the camera by acting like a porn girl. If I wanted to see that I'd watch straight porn... nothing like man on man sex!1 point
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You may want to check out Ground News , they provide several sources for the same story and measure things like factuality and bias.1 point
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This is the recurring motif of a gay life. I have lived life in the shadow of infectious STIs. I came to terms with the prospect of HIV many years ago. I made a choice to live and fuck without fear of infection. Yes, I will acquire infections; maybe they will be the end of me, or my body will end up scarred… or possibly ill die from an asteroid on my way home from work. HIV has claimed many lives before me and I respect it’s impact; however, I credit my view on HIV for effectively mentally navigating through COVID. And I’ll do it again for pox and whatever else life throws at me. #YOLO I’m not going to spend mine abstaining from what makes me feel most alive.1 point
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I always let out a moan at entry. But my moans are usually consistent with the top’s trusting. I will say that I moan more from bigger cocks so my moans are not artificial.1 point
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I had been barebacking for years but never taken a load in the ass - I always asked my sexpartner to pull out before he came. And that seems to have worked - I only twice caught other STDs but remained HIV neg. I was a frequent flier in the local bath house and one evening I spotted a very sexy looking guy around my own age. He had this skinhead vibe about him: very thin and sinewy, bald, light blue gray eyes, totally shaved body, HUGE fat cock and full low-hanging balls the size of chicken eggs. And yes, I felt an overwhelming desire to take this guy to bed - or couch as the leatherette clad contraptions which were fixed to the floor in every fuck cabin could hardly be label a bed. Anyway - he looked at me with quite some interest too and then moved into an empty cabin where he just stood leaning against the wall observing me. I went in, closed the door and quickly closed the gap between us and he just flashed a slight smile at me and said 'hi'. When he leaned forward and started kissing me I felt all inhibitions and safety guards go down. His scent, the feeling of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him (slight hint of tobacco), his hands on my back and ass ... I could go on. I have never in my life been so turned on. I felt his big, uncut cock starting to swell and I closed my right hand around it and caressed its length and soon his fat, shiny cockhead was fully uncovered as his foreskin would no longer cover it due to its expanding length and girth. I felt his index finger enter my hole and I lifted my right leg and placed it on the edge of the couch to ease his access - the term 'bitch in heat' springs to mind. I felt this primal need to get fucked by him and his big cock and I was panting and grinding my groin agains his and he was so turned on that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 'I want to fuck' he suddenly whispered between kisses and with that he gently pushed me around and down on my back and then he got down on top of me and I felt his body covering mine. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet and my hole was already slick with his spit from when he fingered me and I spread my legs and used my hand underneath us to guide his big wiener to my hole. A quick pain shot through me when his fat, shiny cockhead entered me and he broke our kiss and whispered 'it's ok - just relax' as if I was a virgin. And then he covered my mouth with his again and I once more felt his wet tongue enter me. I felt every inch of him enter me and he then slowly began to fuck me. The pain went away and I was on fire - I crossed my legs on his back to force every inch of him inside me and he slowly picked up the pace. This was 2008 and meds were available and I remember thinking that if anybody should poz me it should be this sexy bloke. 'Can I cum in your ass' he suddenly whispered and I just replied that I wanted all his cum as deep inside me as possible. From the way he looked I instinctively knew that chances were he was HIV poz - but somewhere along the line a decision had been made inside my head that this guy should be the one to poz me. My rockhard cock was squeezed between our now sweaty bodies and the friction suddenly made me cum and I started bucking underneath him. He was close too but held on till just after I was done climaxing so when he came I was 100% conscious about what happened. He lifted his upper body up with his hands so he looked down at me and then he kind of whispered 'I'm coming' and I felt his fat cock spasm inside me. He felt him push harder into me 7-8 times while he unloaded his fat balls and his face was just a vision of sex and lust and orgasm. Afterwards he fell down on top of me and we just lay there enjoying the feel of each other. After a while he lifted his head and said 'I'm poz' and all I could reply was 'It's ok' - and to this day I cannot tell you what went on in my head but it was as if I was completely unafraid of the possible repercussions. Then and there all I could focus on was how much I desired him and his big cock. We hooked up again and again and the sex just got better - we were both in relationsships so taking it further outside the bath house was no option.1 point
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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?1 point
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Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.1 point
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Yeah I certainly am. I'd do stuff now at 45 that I wouldn't do 10 years ago1 point
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The coolness of the Crisco on my hole feels so good but little did I know the Crisco was loaded to Miss Tina. The guest has 4 fingers in me when I start to feel the Tina starting to work and I want that fist in me so badly now. This his hand being bigger than I have taken before I know I'm being stretched wider but the Tina is making my hole so hungry as I want more. Mr. Benson is fucking the waiter by the window as we are on the ground floor and people can see look in which adds to the excitement of showing the world what slut I am. I can see his hand disappear and half of his forearm is in me when he starts to pump me really hard as I'm in chastity and my dick straining against the cage this is torture for me. When he pulls out the feeling of being so empty and wanting my hole full again. The guest tells Mr. Benson your boy needs his hole fuck for hours and he knows the place and the men who take care of me. Mr. Benson he is a slut and that would be really nice as he has been a good boy and needs it. Before we leave I'm given a heavy slam as the guest gives me a card and I'm to give it to the concierge at the desk. We get to this building that has to have been a government building of some type built 200 years ago. They tell me get out of the car and go to the door and open it. I'm all tweak up as I open the door and at the desk this very tall man is there. He ask can I help you in the most sexy English voice I have ever heard and his piercing blue eyes looking at me. I hand him the card and he says O you are the one we have been waiting for. He ask me the following questions. Are you on meds: No Are you POZ: Yes When was the last time you were given a load: 1 Hour ago Was it a POZ Load: I don't know So you take any loads: Yes Do you do drugs: Yes When was the last time: I was slammed right before I came here He tells me to strip and to give him my clothes as he puts them is the garbage and says you won't be needing them again. He puts a pink arm band on my right arm, then says you will be here for the next 72 hours, you will be fed a constant flow of drugs to keep you awake and your hole begging to be filled, you can't refuse and loads, dicks or fist for if you do you will be castrated. I ask can my chastity be removed, he is laughing and says NO, Then hands me these pills to take and for me to bend over as he puts something in my hole. He escorts me to a door then tells me the room is small and dark and I'm to wait there until the other door is opened.Once inside the room is dark like he said but through the other door you can hear some sounds, what ever he put in my hole is burning me up. It like 10 minutes before the each on the door is opened. There is a small red light and my arm bans is reacting to the light, there has to be 50 men is this room as it smells of SEX , CUM and PISS, the floor is sticky to my feet as I try to move around with out tripping. Someone grabs my arm and tells me to squat down and suck his dick. I can taste the cum on it as it must have come out from someone hole, I feel a fingers in my ass and they are working my hole, the one who's dick I'm sucking says get on all fours and shoves his dick in me, this feels so good as I'm moaning like a bitch in heat as someone puts a dick in my mouth. This goes on for some time then I'm feeling like I'm going to crash as I brought over to a hole in the wall he says stick your are in, I do I feel a prick of the needle and the rush of a slam. I'm brought to another rood that is like a shower stall and a fire hose is turned on me with very cold Water , they say what's next for me is they want a clean whore for what's coming. The room has very bright lights, this man dress in leather comes over and starts to inspect me as he has a clip board, he is looking at the brand on my ass then says very nice and welcome to the slave retreat. We are going to work on your hole for the next few hours and film for the world what faggot slut you are.1 point
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sorry guys that this has stagnated for so long but i had some crap in my life to deal with...so we're back Meanwhile Duke was giving the oriental a kid a lesson in taking a big black cock down his throat, even though the chinks eyes were bulging Duke knew that the boy had done it before, he pulled his dick out leaving the lad gasping, a quick slap across the face brought Hiro round as Duke spat in his face “stop pretending you fucking slut”, Hiro looked up in genuine fear knowing he’d been found out “please Sir, please don’t tell Carlos”, Duke appraised the small Chinese boy and the bruises over his body “you’ve obviously fucked up before, I know Carlos he don’t mess up the merchandise unless they deserve it”, the boy lowered his head “please Boss, please don’t tell I’ll do anything”, Duke smirked “anything?”, the oriental nodded tears in his eyes “yes Boss”. Hiro bounced up and down on Dukes cock his hands tied behind his back, trying to keep his cunt tight round Dukes big dick as Duke’s big hands held him round the throat, as the Oriental boy rode Duke applied pressure bit by bit, the oriental boy was scared, he could feel it starting to get difficult to breathe as he rode the big mans cock. Duke relished the fear on the chinks face as he applied more pressure, his thumbs were pushing harder now, hard enough for bruising to start to form. Up and down Hiro went, his brain was struggling now, he felt light headed, his movements were slowing, Duke noticed and spat in the boy’s face “keep fucking riding slag!!”. Hiro was riding limply now, he could hardly breathe as Duke used the hands round to boy’s throat to keep him bouncing, the kids face was bright red, his lips with a slight bluish haze, and then he blacked out. Duke chuckled as he let Hiro fall to the floor, he stood up and looked at the bruised oriental lad whose neck was slowly turning a pretty purple, he checked the boy was still breathing, not that he gave a shit he knew to Carlos that boys were just merchandise. Duke fisted the unconscious boy, his big rings still on, literally ruining the sluts cunt for good, then with great pleasure he held his dick and pissed a nice long stream of acrid piss over the out of it boy, he tucked his dick into his shorts before giving Hiro a kick with elicited a moan. Satisfied he lit a cigar wandering out of the room to find Carlos and Ted. Duke was still horny and in a need of a good fix, as he walked into the viewing room, I turned to him “what you been up to?”, Duke sat down taking a mirror from Carlos and snorting a few lines “well Ted I’ve just had a bit of dull time with that useless oriental slut”, I roared in laughter as Carlos’s face turned red, he put my hand on Carlos’s arm “hey chill, you said he was crap”, Carlos laughed “true enough” Duke finally took a look at what was going on behind the two way mirror, Brutus was still getting his massive knob licked by Ryan, he took a brandy from Carlos “friggin A!!”, just as I pulled out Bobby’s phone laughing “now let’s see who else we can get once Bobby makes his debut here”1 point
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Part 24 Friday morning arrived and in getting ready for work my mind was on the evening. Should I go to the party or not? My craving to get Hank's cock in me, again, was strong, but it seems from what he said and what his friends had said last night, he really wanted to, not only fuck me but, cum in me too. They also seemed to think that maybe one or both of them wanted to fuck me, too. What to do, what to do? I had only allowed a BJ because I was so horny and then had let Hank, my new neighbor and owner of this duplex, not only suck me the best I had ever had, but then had even let him talk me into letting him fuck me. Damn, a week ago, I had been a totally straight guy and chasing after women and normally had no trouble getting laid. Then a dry spell of that had led me to being horny enough to let a gay man suck me and then fuck me. WOW, what a change in a week and I still wasn't sure what I wanted. Work surprisingly went fast. Guess everyone wanted to get things done for the weekend. I wanted it over so I could think about the night. Still, not certain whether to go to the party or out on the town to chase after some women or not? I guess I was still very torn between being straight and wanting some cock also. What a dilemma. I finally got home and as I was walking up to my door, I noticed a small flag on Hank's door. I couldn't see it very well but supposed it was a party flag of some kind. Looked like a design on it of some kind, but it was flapping in the breeze and I couldn't quite make it out. I went in my place and upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower and try to decide what to do and what to wear. The water was really refreshing. I got out and just wrapped a towel around my waist and went downstairs to get a Coke. As I got to the kitchen and got my drink, there was a knock on the door. I answered it to find Hank standing there and of course naked, which seemed to be his new wardrobe around the place. My eyes were just drawn downward almost automatically and his cock was not all the way up but up enough to stick out some. I found myself licking my lips as I looked at it. I finally looked up to see a huge grin on his face and he said, "hi, Jim, I just stopped over to see if you were coming over or not? I think you will positively have a great time if you do." I said, "I haven't made up my mind yet. Was thinking about maybe going out and hitting a couple of bars." I saw the huge disappointment on his face and he frowned as he said, "oh, I was really hoping to try out that magnificent ass of yours, again. It is about all I have thought about since you let me pop it. It was about the best I have ever had before." It was almost a plea, and I was immediately conflicted about what to do. I wanted to go out, but I also craved what Hank could make me feel. Sex had never been that hot before, but if I did go, would I let him cum in me? I still wasn't sure I was ready to chance that at all. I told him, "well, I will think about it some more and I will let you know for sure." He all of a sudden stepped towards me, grabbed me and planted his lips on mine in an intense kiss. I found myself returning it just as much. He pulled me against him and I could feel his huge cock grow hard against me and my own jumped up as well and the pressure of it dropped my towel off. We had out bare cocks pressed against each other and were grinding our hips, rubbing those cocks to full on hardness and both dripping precum like two faucets before we parted. He said, "I wanted to let you know how much I want you and hope you change your mind and come on over. You don't even have to dress up for it." With that he patted my ass, rubbing a finger up my crack and circling my hole as he turned and walked away towards his place. I stood there for a while, almost in a trance. The heat of those couple of minutes had my mind spinning. I turned and collapsed in a chair at my kitchen table, unable to walk even, and needing to calm down. Then Hank was back in the door saying, "oh, I forgot, it's now about 7 and the party will be starting at about 9" Hope you will be CUMMING." I had about decided to go bar hopping. but now I wasn't so sure. The feel of Hank's cock against me was compelling me to rethink my night. Damn, it felt so good and I could not get the thought of how good it tasted and how super fantastic it had felt in my hole. I never knew till then that anything that big could get in my little hole. I kind of felt like I knew Tom could take them bigger, but chalked that up to him geing gay and having had a lot of them in before stretching his hole out. Now, it seemed like my perception had changed after having Hank's huge cock in me. I guessed that my ass could stretch out more than I had thought.1 point
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Part 19 I found we had been at it for longer than I thought. Way late for me as I was always and early to bed guy. LOL Guess I was in bed, just not to sleep. Now my mind was going a 1,000 miles per hour, not able to process what I had been doing. The 'watersports' and then sucking on his cock and swallowing it all. It was amazing and Hank's BJs were the most mind blowing ecstasy there could be, wasn't it? He was saying something is better? I can't even imagine that. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but it wasn't a restful sleep as I kept tossing and turning. My mind was trying to fathom what I was doing, I guess, and what did he mean something was even better. My ass was a little sore too, from his fingers being in me so much and then the head of his huge cock poking in me like it had. All of this made it hard to sleep. Then, all too soon, my alarm went off and it was time to get up and go to work. I even had to hurry and take a quick shower, then got dressed and then made coffee. As I was waiting for the coffee, I looked out the window and there, again, was Hank sitting on the picnic table naked. Tom was sitting on his lap and grinding around on him, so I was pretty sure Hank's cock was probably up his ass. My coffee got done and I grabbed a cup and stepped outside. Tom seemed to be in total bliss and was now bouncing up and down on Hank's cock. I heard him say, "OMG, that is so good, I love that huge dick in me. Come on, flood my insides with your sweet EXTRA HOT cum!" Just as I closed the door, Hank said, "you are getting it NOW! Take that wonderful charged up load." I just stood there for a minute or two to let them finish before speaking, "hi guys, good morning." They both turned towards me and smiled. Then Tom said, "yes, it is definitely a good morning, positively good." I said, "I just wanted to say hi and bye. Got to get off to work. You guys have fun now." Hank said, "we already have, but I am sure it might even be better if you had joined us." As I left, I kind of had a funny feeling, like I should have been there and felt kind of left out. A funny feeling. Though work went better than it had yesterday, I still was having trouble concentrating on it. I kept wondering about Hank, Tom, the stripper and the others that seemed to be over there a lot. I couldn't seem to get laid but they seemed to be having sex every day. Must be nice. Soon work was over and I was back home for supper. I decided to splurge a little this time and actually fixed a small steak, potatoes and some peas. It felt good to be doing something more normal for me. I then did the dishes and heard them talking outside, again. Hank, was saying, "I sure wish Jim would let me do him. I haven't had a virgin ass in so long I don't even remember the last one." Another voice then answered, "do you think that straight boy is ever going to let you? I think he just wants your mouth wrapped on his cock and maybe a little taste of you for desert is all. He will probably be chasing some dumb ass cunt before long and forget all about how great you have made him feel." There was kind of a dead spell there for a bit. Then Hank spoke again, "I don't know for sure, but I know he loves my sucking for sure and if he would just let go I know he would love being fucked. His hole, when he cums, grips my fingers and I can feel it throb around them and when I partially stuck the head of my cock in it almost felt like it was pulling me in. It was all I could do to keep from ramming it all in and making him see how truly fantastic sex could be." Tom the said, "well, I know how fantastic your cock in my hole is and it is about 100 times better than your BJs for sure. A 100 times better? I couldn't imagine that, sounded like a pipe dream t me. A 100 times better, that went around and around my head then. What the hell? I can't even imagine anything that much better than those mind boggling BJs Hank gave me. Too good to be true I think. As I was thinking this, I saw them get up and head into Hank's place. The other voice I had heard was the stripper and he and Hank both had hardons and Tom had a hand on each of them and practically pulling them along with him. Just as they were going in, I heard Tom say, "Too bad for Jim, cause I am going to get both of these great cocks in me right now." For some reason I almost felt cheated. I finished up and went to the livingroom to watch a little TV. Soon, though I was nodding and decided I had better get to bed and get some sleep. I was getting way too worked up over nothing and needed some good sleep time.1 point
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Part 18 We laid together like that for awhile, cuddling and kissing. I could still feel his cock agains my hole as it didn't seem to be going down much. Neither of us wanted to move and break the spell. It had felt the best yet. I broke off the kiss and told him, "WOW, that was even better than before. I almost wish you would have cum in my mouth, though, as I wanted to taste someone else's cum one time." Instead of answering, he just climbed up and sat on my chest and stuck his cock next to my lips and then said, "Lick it off and you can see if you like it." I guess I had realized he had cum against my ass, but not that it was so much as his cock was coated with it. I reached my tongue out and licked it and then swallowed all his cock I could to suck it all off. The taste was great and he was still hard and getting harder as I sucked it. He was moaning now in pleasure. He looked down in my eyes and said, "that really feels good. I just wish it was in your amazing hole. I bet that would be the best feeling ever." I still did not think that was what I wanted and just sucked him all the harder. I wanted a full load of his cum in my mouth once and was determined to get it. Hank threw his head back and was loving what I was doing. As I was sucking him he slowly, without withdrawing his cock from my mouth, turned around and his head again went down on my cock. I almost climbed out of my skin from the wonderful sensations of his mouth and tongue. I found myself trying to return the same movements to his cock. I could hardly believe my cock had come up again so soon. The pleasure I was feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined. We continued devouring each other for a good 15 minutes more and then just as the tingle in my balls was starting to come around again, I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder also. I knew we were both ready to cum again. I could feel his fingers at my hole again, too, much slicker now from, I guess, his cum being all over my ass. Then it was there and my orgasm came with another huge flood of cum and only about a second or two later my mouth was flooded with his cum and I felt his fingers entering me again, driving my orgasm even higher. What a feeling. He stroked his fingers in and out of my hole and I could feel my cum pump even more with every thrust. Then, as before, he withdrew, turned around and planted his lips against mine. A big cummy kiss from both of us and again I could tell his cock seemed to still be quite hard. His hands were still holding my ass off of the bed and then I felt his cock against my hole again. He pushed before I could move and the head definitely popped into my hole then. The pain of that huge invasion made me clamp down and I know I was screaming into his mouth but it was muffled by the kiss. I pushed him hard and it came back out of me, but was still hard against my hole and I could feel it still throbbing there. I pushed him away then and said, "I don't think I am ready for that and if I was we would need a rubber for that." He looked almost pained and said, "I want in there, but I never use a rubber, ever. I don't like the feel of them and doubt if you would either. Bare always feels so much better. You can feel everything then. Please, think about it as I want to be your first time so badly and I guarantee you that it will feel way better than these BJs. Much better." I could only stare and could not believe it would be a lot better than his BJs as they were the best feeling I had ever had. With that said he leaned towards me and we kissed and cuddled some more and then he got up. I got up also, and as I bent over to pickup my underwear, he moved against me, pulling me close as his cock slid up against my crack and gave me a huge hug. He ground his cock against my ass for a few more seconds and then let go and got dressed and told me, "see you again, soon, I hope. You are coming along so well and I love being with you and that amazing body of yours."1 point
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