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Dad is right; the more I get fuck, the more I want his toxic load in me. I'm torn between the Slam or the booty bump, and both have different effects. By the end of the week, Dad is just using his toxic spit P.A. as lube as his P.A. is tearing up on hole so his poisonous seed can enter my bloodstream faster. My brother has told me how the fuck flu will affect me, and he will take care of me as he shows me the date on the inside of his arm, the date he tested Poz from Dad's breeding. As Ganpa Pozzed, Dad and Dad Pozzed, my brother Dad will Poz me. As I never knew my Dad, and I'm so happy he is showing such interest in me and helping me find what I dreamed about when I watch the porno movies on the cell phone he sent me. Before, it was someone else getting fuck with a raw dick, and now it is me begging to become Poz by my father. Yes, the pain was unbearable the first time, but I knew I had to accept as every Gay male does. It took about four days before it went from heavy pain to discomfort until I could relax and enjoy getting fuck as I started to ejaculate hands-free from having Dad's dick working my hole. Seeing the rage in his face with me on my back, legs over my shoulders so he could drive his toxic dick in me as far as he could. The sweet sweat dripped off Dad as he pounded me as hard as he could for as long as he could until he collapsed on top of me. I know my brother is not happy being locked in chastity as it's only Dad's dick going into me and knocking me up. It's Dad's right to Poz me as Grandpa Poz Dad as Dad Pozzed my brother one day. I'm also getting a good education on drugs as Tina is used a lot; others have different effects like coke, special K, and GHB. I liked GHB and the impact of high and a low dose. Also, how to sneak into someone without them knowing it. For the last 14 days, Dad has been fucking me giving me drugs, and this morning, as Dad came in, the sheets on the bed were soaking wet. I had a rash, and I felt like crap.

Part 2 I must have dozed off while laying there and his poz cum marinating inside of me. When I woke up he was fucking my ass again. Damn he felt so good. I couldn't do anything but lay there and moan. This time around he was taking his time and I didn't want him to stop. He removed the tape from my mouth and I whispered to him to please fuck me forever. He laughed and told me I was his slave until he knocked me up. I don't why but hearing this sent me over the edge. My cock erupted underneath me and I loved laying in my cum. I think he was fucking the negative cum out of me so he could replace it with his own toxic cum. After my orgasm subsided my gifter started picking up his pace and started fucking my ass fast and furious. In just a few minutes he yelled out he was cumming and I was getting my second toxic load from this man. Again he unloaded another huge load in my ass. As he went soft and started pulling out of my ass I tried my best to clench my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. Luckily he reinserted the plug in my ass and I was grateful. Once the plug was in place he untied me but I was too weak to move. I rolled over and my gifter leaned down and started kissing me. After the kiss he noticed how weak I was. He picked me up and carried me into the living room. He then went into the kitchen to make us something to eat. Once dinner was done I laid down and put my head in his lap. For some reason I just felt like I had no strength. It wasn't long until I fell asleep again in his lap. I don't know how long I was out. But when I came to I was in a completely different room. It was a bit dark but I could make out several shadows in the corners. I also realized I was in a sling. I still felt weak after sleeping. My mind felt like it was in a fog but I was hornier than ever. My gifter was the first out of the shadows and before I could say anything he slipped his cock down my throat. I also realized I couldn't feel my body anymore. What happened next I wasn't even prepared for but I didn't feel anything.

Part 57 - The Preparations The whole palace was in a happy turmoil with Jackson and the queen along with Max's mother taking on the role of organising the wedding receptions. Firstly the evening before the wedding a banquet for everyone to get acquainted, this included Max's extended family and royalty from all over the world in a casual but elegant short evening that was to end by 9pm. On the wedding day itself a royal wedding breakfast that was the formal celebration then in the evening a more casual celebratory buffet and party that guests were invited to but it was more for the household staff to celebrate and let their hair down for an evening. The following afternoon would then see a formal full on state ceremony in the throne room where Max would be officially presented along with Alex, full ceremonial dress for the Monrovian royal family, other royal houses would wear royal dress but crowns were not permitted by protocol in the presence of the hosting sovereign. The evening would be a ceremonial state banquet that was being shrouded in secrecy for the moment since only three people knew what the event would be celebrating. Alex had tried protesting that it was too many receptions but the queen and Max's mother told him to leave the casual dining room where they had all their plans laid out. Jackson gave a pity look to Alex and explained that the king and governor premier had agreed on the number of receptions to be held and it was a done deal along with all the publicity shots they would have to attend. Max took Alex by the hand taking him to the office Max had asking him to help put the final touches to the new tennis tournament to help take his mind off all the preparations. Alex sat down and looked at him "Does it not bother you all of what is happening?" Alex asked. Max nodded "Of course it does. But I have learnt one thing so far" he replied. "And what is that?" Alex asked leaning over the desk facing Max. "To just go with the flow and let them get on with it" Max said like he knew what he was doing. Alex laughed then leant back and closed the office door "You are not fooling me!" he remarked. Max sat back in his chair looking at Alex "Bend over the desk" Alex said quietly. "No" Max replied grinning, "Not in my office we don't" he added. Alex stood up slowly moving around the desk "I know you Max, you won't be able to resist me". Max chuckled and moaned as Alex's hand roamed down his chest to his "Now bend over" he said softly. Alex pulled Max out of the chair forcing him to sit on the desk then proceeded to kiss him delicately around his neck, slowly moving up across his chin until their lips met and parted. Deeply they kissed, down below Max worked easily freeing Alex from his trousers. Alex giggled mid kiss feeling the air circulating around his exposed arse and cock. He pulled Max off the desk spinning him around and forcing him to bend over and slapping Max on the arse twice before slipping his hands around his waist unfastening his trousers. Pulling them down Alex knelt down and kissed him on each cheek then slowly running his tongue between until he found his prize. His legs trembled letting out a louder than usual moan, his cock was already getting hard from the persistence of Alex licking and sucking on his hole depositing a copious amount of saliva. He stood up and ran his cock along the crack then pulled back and pushed forward. Max moaned then giggled looking over his shoulder 'You are so naughty Alex' he said, Alex grinned and pushed his hips forward allowing his cock to enter and penetrate his lover deep. The delectable way his hips moved pushing his arse forward and back in soft loving motions. Grabbing Max at the shoulders he pulled him partially up then wrapped his arms around his body, their heads met and turned towards each other leading them to kiss and make love. They both felt the thrill of doing this in a place they could be caught. Household staff walking past constantly and any one of them could knock and enter or just walk in catching them in the act of love. The thrill subsided quickly forgetting where they were and getting so engrossed in each other that nothing else mattered, just them, the two of them together. Their eyes focusing in on one another, his hips moving rapidly. Simply staring in his eyes got him all flustered, edging him closer to orgasm. Alex kissed him on the neck slowly moving around until his lips kissed the tattoo on his shoulder. His arms gripped tightly around Max's body and pushed up hard moaning and biting down on his neck. The ache in his balls rushed up through to his cock and out in to Max, he grunted and gasped in a low tone pushing Max until his body rested on his desk. His arms remained fixed around his body, his forehead resting between Max's shoulders, he could stay like this inside of him forever. He began producing small kisses on his back and releasing his arms from around Max just as the door opened. "Max darling I was wondering..." Asa said then abruptly stopped seeing them locked together. "Close the door!" Alex called out urgently and Asa quickly closed it leaning against the door. Max looked over his shoulder "So this is how you make me really jealous!" Asa said to Alex. "What is that suppose to mean?" Alex asked giggling and pulling out of Max then doing his trousers up. Asa smiled "I have wanted to fuck Max for years but he won't let me" he said. Max leaned up dressing himself and Alex looked at him "What?" Max said looking at them both. "Bend over for Asa" Alex demanded, "In fact I order you to as your prince" he added. Asa chuckled away watching them "I am not letting him at my arse!" Max said pointing to Asa. "Spoil sport" Alex said tucking his shirt in. "Anyway what is it you came here for Asa?" Max asked trying to make himself presentable. "Eh? Oh yes!" Asa said remembering why he was there, "I want you both to model". "Not naked I hope" Max replied quickly making sure Asa was clear. "Yes I am not completely stupid, I only draw Nick naked" Asa responded, "In your royal gear". "Why?" Alex asked sitting down. "I am helping the king with his painting and thought you both might model for us" Asa replied. Alex looked at Max who shrugged in an okay way "Fine we will do it" Alex agreed. "Good, thanks" Asa said turning to leave, "I might draw what I saw just now" he said laughing. Having had his bit of fun Alex sat back down and pointed to the books telling Max to get a move on with his work. Around the palace people bustled huddled in groups talking through the plans. The king finished the last meeting with the chamber council regarding Max with only one condition being stipulated, Alex and Max were to travel from the wedding ceremony in a horse drawn carriage. Max split his time between the MTA club learning all about it and his position as co-patron of Monrovian Arts and Culture, he was keeping close on the Madrid exchange he had just finished working on. Max looked out of the boardroom window of the MTA club, he was getting his head around the membership numbers that were over two thousand. As far as clubs went it was already flourishing but there was something missing for the club members. The only major event was the MTA Open Championship which again was quite successful but failed to attract the real top brass players, that along with the membership were the main source of income for the club and at best the bank balance was low. Most of the money was flowing out in wages to the over staffed club, he knew the grounds people were a must keep and his eyes scrutinised over the management levels that seemed remarkably top heavy and even he couldn't figure out what they were doing. Max was already enquiring with the ATP and WTA to get the championship listed as a ranking competition, his list of things was getting bigger and bigger and he decided to take all the books home for the weekend and ask Mateo to give them a once over. After all the guy was a genius with figures and he needed the books sorted out before his meeting with the board members and the governor of recreation, arts and sports who had the final say in matters and also decided on if any grant is awarded. The main thing for Max was to make the club self sufficient and he had lots of ideas that he was adding to the list. His first meeting and introduction to the board members went okay, although some were a little cautious since his appointment came from the governor after she spoke with the governor premier. The Tom and Gareth thing was definitely heating up, the looks between them during meal times or whenever they came across each other hid nothing. Tom was surprised how well he was coping holding out and trying to decipher Gareth to understand him better. He was weirdly intrigued by his blond hair and obvious ripped body that was tanned, well what he could see anyway. Gareth was playing it cool with Tom knowing he was interested and was thoroughly enjoying the flirting coming from Tom. Since his arrival he had become good friends with Hannes who happily provided some pointers on Tom. This evening was no different as Mateo, Tom, Gareth and Hannes dined together after a busy day for them all Mateo preparing for his weekly Spanish lesson which had attracted around fifteen of the household staff who were keen to learn. Hannes sat there watching him completely lost and smiling at his sexy man. Tom and Gareth were staring at Hannes amused by how much in love Hannes was. Gareth shook his head and looked at Tom "Are you ever going to text me?" he asked. Tom looked over at him "Maybe" he replied shrugging, "I see you most days so why would I text?". Gareth stood up "Right I am going for a walk" he announced picking his phone up. Tom looked up and grinned at him most cheekily "You coming?" Gareth asked Tom. Tom contemplated for a moment seeing Mateo and Hannes looking at him "Well?" Gareth now asked. "Man you are so pushy!" Tom replied standing up and trying to look like he was annoyed. Mateo chuckled "He play so hard to get" he said to Hannes as they watched them walk out. Hannes smiled "I think they are seeing who breaks first" he said. Mateo glanced at him "I fuck you good tonight" he said putting his papers together. "Is that so" Hannes replied resting his head on his hand staring at him dreamily. "Are you ready Mateo we are all waiting" Francis said appearing then rolling his eyes. Mateo leaned over and kissed Hannes "Real good!" he said seductively and stood up. Gareth and Tom disappeared and took a slow walk through the gardens talking about themselves and what they did in and around the palace. Tom spoke about his life near Greenacres and attending the summer fayre in the palace grounds and how he ended up being recruited to work as a footman. Gareth listened intently with such interest at how Tom went from farmer boy to valet for a prince, when he asked about the bedroom antics he stopped walking and looked at Gareth telling him that what happens inside the Regency suite stays there for the prince and Max's privacy. Their walk deliberately planned by Gareth to pass Sovereign Row and it was here where he stopped. Tom chuckled figuring Gareth was up to something "You coming in?" Gareth asked. "In your house?" Tom questioned and Gareth nodded, "Once inside you think I will have sex?". Gareth smiled "You have read too much in to my invitation" he replied. Tom sighed "You know if I go in there I will want sex" he said pausing and looking at the house. "What if you stepped in there as my boyfriend and not just a hook up?" Gareth asked looking at him. Tom's gaze moved from the house to Gareth "Boyfriend?" he asked softly. Gareth nodded "I am crazy about you Tom ever since that day when you dried and flirted with me". "I was doing my job" Tom replied feeling the jitters in his body that somehow made him feel good. Gareth held out his hand "I am not standing here all night" he said waiting for Tom to respond. Tom raised his hand slowly and their fingers met then clasped around each others hand. Holding tightly they walked down the garden path and in to the house. Tom had never felt so nervous which was so unlike him when it came to sex, but this was no ordinary sex. He glance up at Gareth closing the door, this was his boyfriend, or so it seemed? No it was definitely real, his first actual boyfriend was now slipping his arms around him. Their lips met in a sensual way with soft tender kisses that moved a stage further each time until they both moaned in unison kissing deeply. When they broke apart Tom took Gareth's hand as they climbed the stairs to the bedroom, once inside they slowly undressed each other. Tom immediately kissing Gareth on the chest as he undid each button exposing more and more of it before standing again and removing it completely from his body. He suddenly let out a soft erotic moan feeling the arms going around his body as Gareth held him close and kissed him again. Free from his arms Tom stroked down his chest and began to remove Gareth's jeans popping each button apart effortlessly allowing them to fall away to his ankles. Tom dropped to his knees and kissed along each of his legs that were muscular with a fine coat of hair. It was Tom's little fetish, legs, he loved nothing more on a man that beautiful pair of legs and Gareth was no disappointment on that side and he couldn't get enough of kissing and touching them. Allowed to wallow in his own little world of leg perversion for several minutes until he found himself being pulled back to his feet. The arms clasped around his body lifting him off the floor, by instinct Tom wrapped his legs around his waist being transported and laid on the bed with Gareth looming above him. His hand reached up holding his left cheek then his finger danced around to his mouth and lips touching them sensually, his tongue licked each of his fingers with erotic movements that sent soothing sensations through his body. His mouth open looking up at Gareth issued tiny gasps of delight until he moved his hand round the back of his neck pulling Gareth down to kiss him again. Gareth kissed his bottom lip and slowly to his neck before proceeding lower, across his chest and stomach. His legs suddenly trembled feeling his tongue glide along the shaft of his cock, he tried to raise his head but Gareth moved his hand over to his mouth pushing two fingers inside that Tom lavishly sucked on. He was so turned on by Gareth's masterful command of pleasuring, he felt like he was already having sex when they hadn't really even got down to it. His tongue worked all over his cock, his own tongue working the fingers in his mouth devouring the taste of Gareth. His eyes opened wider yet he couldn't look down to see, all he could feel was his balls now under Gareth's scrutiny by his tongue and mouth, all the time his fingers danced in Tom's mouth. His back slightly arching off the bed knowing where Gareth was aiming for now, his cock began oozing precum, he body like jelly unable to react properly. For all his sexual experience Tom was now feeling what true sex and love making was all about. The slowness. The tenderness. The erotica. Every single feeling going through his body seemed new, every touch and movement causing a different reaction like he had never experienced before. His hand seemed to have a mind of its own moving down to his cock and balls lifting them exposing his hole for Gareth. His fingers now danced across his lips, chin, chest then finally to his legs that were raised. Tom moaned and gasped with his tongue making first contact with his hole, a ritual dance performed around in concentric circles then probing and licking. Tom raised his head to look down and their eyes met. Tom cried out his head falling back and his back arching, unable to stop the plethora of mind bending feelings. His cock jumped and began expelling his cum, his hands clenched at the sheet, gasping harder with his orgasm coming in savage speed. Gareth could feel it through his tongue as his hole constricted with each pulse issuing from his cock. Raising himself up and looking down at Tom he smiled watching his uncontrollable state until his body seemed to float and moaned softly calming down. Gareth leaned forward and kissed him delicately on the mouth. His legs caressed and raised themselves around Gareth's waist so he wasted no time knowing he was not far off from his own orgasm. Weeks of pent up desire were about to unfold. His hand disappeared from view moving his cock in to position, the hole seemed grateful to accept him and he pushed slowly. Tom's only physical reaction was to wrap his arms around Gareth's neck holding them in their kiss whilst he was being penetrated. Muffling any cries or moans, his body desperate for Gareth. Sliding inside with delicate precision until he was balls deep he already felt his orgasm rising, it wasn't helped by the frantic way Tom was kissing him and holding him tighter with his arms. He was past beyond holding off and broke from the kiss growling loudly and thrusting his body forward hard deeply impaling Tom, his raging cock ejaculating hard. Tom's fingers dug in to Gareth's shoulder and he moaned then gasped rolling his head back feeling every second of this mans orgasm inside his body. He could feel the tension in Gareth's body then slowly as it began to ease his arms wrapped around him again pulling him much closer and wanting to hold on to him. Gareth rolled on to his side bringing Tom with him and still attached to his cock. His arms now wrapped around Tom's young muscular body for a moment before his hand moved needing to touch every part of his back and arse. In the moment they both moved their heads and looked at each other falling in to a deep long kiss. Tom woke and could hear the soft snoring of Gareth laying next to him, he rubbed his eyes unsure what time it even was. All he could think of was how he had been reduced to a pile of rubble, crumbling in to dust particles that made no sense. Carefully so not to disturb him he sat on the edge of the bed finding his phone and checking the time. It was only 6.59am and the initial panic in him subsided, he couldn't be late for work. Just as he turned the phone screen off the time changed to 7am and Gareth's alarm on his phone went off. Tom could feel the bed move and silence resumed, he rolled his neck back and moaned softly feeling the hand running down his back. The bed moved even more and he could sense Gareth was now behind him. The first kiss on his neck moved round until their mouths met in a morning kiss. Gareth smiled "Morning, do you want to shower?" he asked running his hands over Tom's chest. Tom leaned back savouring the touch "I should get back to shower and change for work" he replied. He turned his head to kiss Gareth again then looked at him "What now?" he asked. Gareth kissed him again "You come here tonight after work if you want to be my boyfriend" he replied. Tom stood up putting his trousers on "I don't finish until they go to bed tonight" he said. Gareth stared at him "So you come to my apartment after dinner and stay with me" Tom insisted. He smiled and kissed Tom again "Go before I throw you back on the bed" Gareth said smiling. Tom walked down the garden path and waved to Gareth "Finally!" Hannes said standing there. Mateo walked out and smiled he kissed Hannes then Tom "Come on or we be late" he said. Hannes went to the guards house in his uniform whilst Tom and Mateo walked together up to the palace. Mateo covered for Tom whilst he showered and change, something they would do for each other many times going forward. Alex had finished his morning tour of the palace and now sat in Max's office helping Mateo with the MTA finances, strangely the prince had started taking an interest to see what was going on since he liked playing tennis as well. In fact most of the royal family played a bit on the tennis court within the palace, so busy with their heads down they didn't notice Jackson arrive at the door and he had to knock on the open door to get their attention. Jackson walked in bowing "Your royal highness, sir. Max I need you". Max put his pen down "Right now?" he asked and Jackson nodded. "Don't worry I will fudge your figures" Alex said smiling and trying to grab the books. Max stood up "Do not let him near them Mateo!" he exclaimed to them both laughing. He walked out with Jackson "What is it?" he asked. "Measurements" Jackson replied smiling as they walked into the seamstress room, "Ceremonial". Max closed the door looking confused "I thought you had them all" he simply said. His measurements were taken and the seamstress disappeared for a moment then returned with a sky blue and black full ceremonial tunic, it was similar in colours to the one Alex would wear on state occasions and ceremonial. Max tried several on until they found the perfect fit that only required minor adjustments. He was then handed black breeches to try on. "Do I have to wear this for the wedding?" Max asked still confused by what was going on. Jackson adjusted the breeches "Why do you have something better to wear?" he replied grinning. "Well... I was going to wear one of Josh's suits" Max answered but Jackson tutted. "Right all done sir" Jackson said bowing his head and smiling. Max walked back to his office and sat down looking at Alex "I have to wear a tunic!" he remarked. Alex tapped the pen he was holding on his chin "You are marrying a prince remember" he replied. Max tapped at his computer "So what happens after we marry?" he asked glancing over at Alex. "I have no idea. That is for the king and governor premier to decide" Alex replied. He suddenly looked up at Max "What colour is it?" Alex asked. "Blue and a black one, same as yours" Max replied not thinking any more of it. Alex had some idea that a decision had already been agreed on Max's future, especially if he was being kitted out with the same colour tunic as he wore. All he did know was when a prince marries the wife would usually be given the title of princess, when a princess marries the husband does not usually take a title unless specifically created so. There was no precedence for a prince marrying a man, it meant nothing as his father could change things with the royal chamber council agreement. With all the planning going on Alex and Max were only asked for names of people they wished to invite, they both agreed to invite Felipe with a plus one. Apart from that it was out of their hands and they just took a back seat letting it all happen. Max's mother took on the invites and accommodation arrangements for the thirty relatives from his side, most would be staying in Dunbar house and a few in the hotel on the plaza. The weekend at the beginning of June saw the dowager queens birthday celebration when the grounds of the palace were open in a long standing tradition to honour her birthday with a garden party. Stalls were set up to sell afternoon tea packs with the half the profits going to her charity. Max had a stall set up for the MTA club with the purpose of securing more members. The week before an announcement was made that the MTA would be holding the first ever Royal Tennis Tournament open to members only. It was to comprise of the Kings cup for men's singles, Queens cup for female singles, Dowager Queens cup for mixed doubles and the two Princes cups for male and female doubles. The one that had got everyone's attention and a stroke of genius was the Duke and Duchess of Victoria's cup for the youth players. The programme of matches culminated in 5 days of finals that had sold out the three thousand seat premier court stadium within days, well it helped having the royal member presenting their own cups. The club had already attracted nearly one hundred new members in anticipation of the tournament and also the chance to play competitively on the premier court. Of course the celebration was for the dowager queen but this year it seemed to almost double in numbers as people wanted to see if Prince Alexander and Max would be in the grounds, they were not disappointed as they appeared on both days and attended the musical recital on the last evening. There was certainly never a dull moment for Max, attending engagements with Alex and then with Alex and Alden as a threesome or with the dowager queen. When Alex, Max and Alden attended engagements together it drew lots of publicity and Max not longer felt that wave of nausea and loving every minute of it. Even his brother Sam who had quickly become a close friend and confident to Prince Alden had almost moved in to the palace living in Alden's apartment, he was a completely different person and was himself being photographed when out and about with Alden. Sam's friendship with Franco was stronger than ever, whilst Tom and he would often be seen together when Alden was away on engagements, their closeness in age meant they had quite a lot in common. They were never ones to miss an opportunity to seek Gareth out and rib him just for fun whilst he was working. Never far behind was Nick who was now a little protective over Sam as well as Alden. The three of them along with Franco and Liam would spend time in the gym together since Nick had promised Sam he would help build his body up. His military school training was going well, he never imagined he would enjoy education as much as this. His body was changing and getting stronger, proudly he would show off his growing muscle by wrestling with Tom. The king and queen had agreed with Alden and Sam's parents that he would be securing the role of private secretary to the crown prince but was also family. Sam was made to realise that as extended family he was expected to dine with them when in the palace. Alden was going public with his relationship in August after the dust had settled around his brothers wedding, it also allowed them more private time together. Alden was pretty smitten with Steph and they were both falling in love with each other. Her friendship with Max was a big help and she was talking more and more with him about how he managed to step in to public life. The way was paved openly since she was the daughter of a Lord and Lady of British aristocracy. It was just a normal run of the mill day or so Max thought, returning to their pad as Alex and Max now called it he found Alex getting dressed for his charity dinner with Lady Trasilion, it had already been agreed that Alex would be doing this one solo since Max had been working all day. Franco walked in appearing a little lost and telling Alex that Liam was ready and waiting. "What's with the long face?" Alex asked as Max came out of the bathroom having showered. "Sorry Alex, little bored" Franco replied bowing and about to leave. Alex smiled "Hang on Franco" he said, "Why don't you both go out for dinner" he suggested. Max nodded and looked at Franco who smiled "Sure why not if Max doesn't mind" he replied. "Think of it as a getting intimate dinner" Alex said winking at Max. Franco laughed and walked out "7pm Max" he said closing the door. "You need some time together" Alex said kissing Max, "Build on your trust and friendship". Max chuckled "Are you sure that is all? I mean he is pretty hot" he asked teasing Alex. Alex chuckled shaking his head "Whatever you both feel comfortable with". Max nodded and kissed Alex one last time as Liam appeared tapping his watch and grumbling that they can't leave each other alone for five minutes. Opting for something ordinary for a change they went to one of the best known pizza restaurants in Victoria. Max immediately recognised by the manager and staff and given the right royal treatment and service. Several of the staff personally came over and offered their congratulations and best wishes for upcoming wedding. For the most part they were left alone and allowed to finally have some real proper alone time where they talked constantly until they left. Having borrowed Alex's car Max drove back to the palace. Detouring past the palace kitchen Franco spoke to the sous chef on duty who laughed and unlocked a cupboard handing him a bottle of cooking wine. Franco explained it wasn't the best wine but still good as they made their way back to the pad. Franco nipped in to his apartment and changed in to something less formal and joined Max who had fetched two glasses from the small pantry. They sat on the sofas in the master bedroom with the door closed to avoid any unnecessary intrusions. It didn't took nearly an hour for them to finish the first glass each as they talked about Los Angeles and the upcoming wedding. Max sighed swirling the wine in his glass "Franco. What did happen in Mauritius?" he asked carefully. Franco sat in silence for a moment "You know I am kind of on the fence" he eventually replied. "About who?" Max asked getting straight to the point and looking at him. Franco shrugged "I know you fancy Jack and he you" Max said, "So what is holding you back?" "Things" Franco replied taking a sip of wine. "You and I Franco, we have a trust now. At least I hope. You can be honest with me" Max told him. "Promise not to say anything?" Franco asked and Max nodded, "I like Artem but not sure he feels it". Max chuckled sitting back and topping up Franco's glass "The ever so straight Artem" he said. "That is just it Max, I think he is scared to admit it more than me, that he is like us" Franco said quietly. Max looked perplexed "I sort of felt the same, seeing how in love you and Alex are" Franco added. "That didn't come easy Franco" Max reminded him. "I know, but you see how happy all the pad's circle of friends are" Franco tried to explain. Max smiled and nodded "How none of you are hung up on sex and just enjoy it" Franco said to him. "Is that what you want?" Max asked taking a sip of wine. Franco shrugged "I think I am more gay than straight. I have only been with girls" he said quietly. Max put his glass down "Stand up" he said to Franco who looked up nervously at him, "Come on". Franco stood and put his glass down and now faced Max. Slowly Max took his hand and pulled him close until they were mere inches apart. Max now ran his hand along his arm slipping his finger under the sleeve of his t-shirt and touching his skin. Franco simply stood watching his hand, there was no reaction from him and Max moved his hand down across his chest and began lifting the t-shirt up. Franco automatically lifted his arms allowing Max to remove it completely. Franco now watched as Max gently ran his fingers over his now bare chest, 'Wow!' Max said feeling how soft and firm with muscle Franco actually was. So close and so naked, Max couldn't help admiring his body, he was only marginally smaller in muscle than Liam. Franco was still watching Max's fingers then without knowing it he moaned softly the lower he felt Max going. Max looked at him and could see he was slightly nervous. Max took his t-shirt off and took Franco's hand placing it on his chest, without hesitation Franco stroked it gently and looked up at Max, for the first time they both felt the closeness of a real bond beginning to surface. For several minutes Max allowed him to explore on his own, he found the tattoos fascinating running his fingers over them several times. His face seemed to light up and Franco was now smiling softly, his touch getting firmer as he gained more confidence touching a male body. Minute by minute any doubt he had was falling away, he was still cautious and unsure what to even do as this was so different from any of the girls he had been with. Max slowly move his hand around to his back and suddenly Franco moaned tilting his head back slightly. The sensuality of his touch was so unexpected to him and it didn't stop there, the hand moved lower and lower until it ran over his arse. Franco inched closer and rested his head on Max's shoulder putting his arms around him and caressing his back in return. Daringly he ventured lower until he touched Max on his arse, under his shorts was the unmistakable feel that his cock was stirring. Trying to make sense if it was his actions or if it was the way Max was touching him that caused it. Max moaned softly then kissed him lightly on the neck, Franco responded with another soft moan and inching even closer. "How are you doing Franco?" Max asked in a very soft tone. Franco stepped back holding a finger up like he was unsure "Shall we sit down?" Max suggested. "Thanks" Franco replied feeling a little frustrated at his lack of push and sitting down. Franco took a large gulp of wine "How was it when you first did it?" he asked looking at his glass. Max sat beside him "Scared, worried if it would hurt, worried if I didn't like it" he replied. Franco nodded "Yeah, I kind of feel the same. But it is just sex right?" he asked. "With anyone else yes" Max replied taking a sip of wine, "It will always be more than sex with us". Franco looked at him "You mean like Liam and Alex?" he asked sounding much calmer. "I suppose so" Max said taking his hand, "I have to admit I found it weird at first with them". Franco chuckled "And have you changed your view on it?" he asked curious to know. "You see Liam knows Alex inside out, what makes him tick and think, when he is down or sad" Max replied. Franco nodded "They do seem to have an incredible bond, especially after what he went through". Max smiled "Yes, he loves and dotes on Alex, won't admit it to anyone but you can see it". "Will... Will we ever be like that?" Franco now asked glancing at him. "I hope so" Max replied smiling, "I only feel comfortable when I know you are there with me". "You do?" Franco asked looking surprised, "You never told me that!". Max nodded "But don't you tell anyone that!" he laughed, "I do feel safe with you Franco". Franco smiled looking so relaxed "And I thought you would hate me after that Christmas party". "Oh I do!" Max exclaimed, "Ganging up on me like that. I got massively turned on". Franco laughed and Max seized the moment and put his arm around Franco's shoulder as they both sat back on the sofa laughing. Franco pulled Max towards him and kissed him on the cheek and they sat there in silence for a moment almost cuddled up together. "I do like that painting" Franco said looking at it. "Asa painted it. Silverlake" Max said, "Alex brought it for me when he was in London". Franco looked at him "When you first met in London?" he asked. Max nodded "Pure fluke we met up again like that" he replied, "I suppose you know I freaked out". "Of course, it is common knowledge as the king flew to London to bring him home" Franco replied. "Not my finest hour" Max said looking slightly off kilter. Franco shrugged "It was because of that the king and queen respect you Max" he told him. Max glanced at him "You had no idea who Alex was. That is why doors opened for you" Franco added. "It still scares the hell out of me at times" Max confided to Franco and explained himself. Franco nodded "There you see, we have bonded. You have opened up truthfully to me". "Knob head!" Max said laughing, "I nearly lost the person I fell in love with". Franco stood and walked over to the painting to have a closer look and Max joined him explaining a little more about the painting before they walked back towards the sofa but instead of sitting the stood looking at each other partly naked. Max kissed him on the cheek and stepped back. He reached down handing Franco his glass of wine and picking his own up, they both downed it and Max held out his hand. Franco nodded and took it allowing himself to be lead over to the bed. Max laid down and Franco nervously stood there for a moment and breathed deeply then climbed up and laid next to him on his side facing Max. Max stroked he side of his face "Let me be clear Franco, nothing is expected" he spoke tenderly. Franco smiled "It is not exactly how I pictured getting to know you properly" he said. Max sighed laying on his back "So what is it that scares you about Alex's life?" Franco asked. Max contemplated a moment "The unknown. I have no idea where I am heading really" he said. Franco ran a finger down Max's arm "Take each day as it comes Max" he said. Max giggled rolling on to his back and let out small moans each time Franco hit a sensitive spot with his finger. They talked for hours quite openly and learning more about each other. It was in really the first time they had managed several hours alone like this without the constant interruptions of other household staff or Alex, and of course if Sam was around Franco would be off gaming with him. Max revealing the most intimate things that only Alex knew about him, Franco also did the same then ventured in to quizzing Max on gay sex. Max rolled on to his side facing Franco "It is okay if you ever want to sleep with me" he said looking at him. "I know" Franco replied smiling, "And I sense it was not just about sex that comment". Max nodded "If anything happens it happens" he replied running a finger down Franco's chest. Franco also ran his finger down Max's chest "What about a kiss?" he asked. Max raised an eyebrow "Depends if you are any good at it!" he remarked smiling. Franco didn't wait and caught Max off guard by kissing him, there was no tester kisses as he went straight in and full on. His body pushed Max over on to his back and he found himself with Franco laying on top of him in a weirdly erotic kiss. Max now took over kissing him back, his hands roaming all over Franco's body until they slipped under the waistband of his underwear and he held the incredibly firm arse cheeks. Her certainly knew what he was doing when it came to kissing and Max found he slipped back to the submissive kissing side allowing Franco to control it again.

Inside, Uncle Joe and Alex take me to a part of the house I have never been to, and since I'm naked, Uncle says to me. I went into your Sim card and saw you only watch Bareback porn, so you know what will happen to you. The first time there is a lot of pain since you are a virgin; I will try to make it easier as it's my right to break you in. Alex explains how poppers work, and he will help me inhale them. This room is like what I have seen in some porn movies with sex slings, benches, a bed a stool with lots of toys on the walls. Uncle Joe tells me to get on the bed on my hands and knees as Alex is right in front of me with his rock-hard dick. I wish to reach out and suck it, but I can not. I feel Uncle Joe's hands spreading my ass cheeks as his tongue is licking my ass hole, which feels so good and relaxing as his hand is rubbing my back, telling me to bend lower. The feeling overwhelms me with pleasure I never knew as his finger slips in, and Alex tells me to inhale the poppers twice in each nostril. Uncle Joe says the fun part begins as two fingers go in, but it's so different as there is a burning feeling as he tells me the burning will stop soon. Things change fast as I'm pushed flat on my stomach, and Uncle Joe's body weight is on top of me as Alex tells me to hit the poppers five times now, and as I finish, the most pain of my life strikes me as I'm screaming for my life as Uncle Joe dick is pushing in until his 10-inch beer can size dick is all the way in. As my screaming stops and I start to relax, Uncle Joe talks to me. I'm Pozzing you, and one day you will meet your grandfather. Andy, I'm not your Uncle, but your father and Alex is your brother, and your mother is my sister. The tattoos on Alex's and my arms are the days we tested for HIV Positive as my father pozzed me. Alex bends down, kisses me, and welcomes me to the family as his dick enters my mouth. The pain in my ass is not bad as Dad is fucking me, as I have seen in many porno films. The heat from Dad feels wonderful as his sweat is dripping as he is working my hole, but I do notice these red lights on the wall. Alex tells me to open wide so I can swallow his load as Dad is now pounding me hard and grunting as he collapses on top of me. We lay there for what seemed like an hour. As Dad gets up, I see his dick has dark blood and tells Alex to clean it. Dad tells me next time; it's my joe to clean any dick that fucks you and gives you a load, especially one that is going to Poz your negative hole. Dad gives me a butt plug to wear as Alex gives me a belt to keep it in. Dad gives me a schedule of when my breeding is until I come down with the fuck flu. Alex is put in Chastity. I'm not to leave the house as only Dad is to fuck four times per day with no lube; I can be slammed, but the only thing going in my hole is Dad Poz's dick

Part 4 I took 4 hits off the poppers, holding my breath between each hit. I felt the intense rush even before I exhaled the last time. My head began to swim and I pressed my ass back toward Henry’s body, greedily trying to find his cock again. I was already breathing heavy when he pushed his long pole up into me. He went right to work with long, deep thrusts that instantly had me moaning again. “You’re just like your boyfriend. You love being a fuckhole, don’t you, college boy?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes I do.” I could picture Jared being here in my place. His dark hair matted in sweat, Henry’s cock buried deep inside that tight ass. How many times had he been here in this bed? How many loads had he taken from this guy? “Yes you do what?” I searched for the words I’d never said before. “Yes I love being a fuckhole.” Saying it clicked something inside me. I’d had sex before — fun sex that I enjoyed. But this was completely different. I could see myself in a mirror across the room. My body was stretched out across the bed, on my side, one leg bent in the air. I could see Henry’s cock slipping in and out of my ass, his big balls nuzzling up against me as he pumped. My face was flush and I was drenched in sweat as he used me like I’d never been used before. No one had ever drained away my control and made me crave their cock so badly. My eyes locked on his balls and I realized that’s where it was — his load. Right now his balls were heavy with cum, but I knew it would be working its way up through his cock and he’d seed me with it. “Please!” I gasped. “Seed me!” Henry almost purred. “That’s it, fuckhole. Beg for it. You all beg for it. Tell me what you really want and you might get it.” “I want you to poz me!” “Yeah? You wanna be like your boyfriend. He begged for it to. How bad do you want it?” “I gotta have it! I need it!” Henry rolled me flat on my stomach, driving my legs apart with his body weight. His full weight was on top of me, pushing my breath out. I struggled to breath under the pressure, only able to manage short gasps of air between grunts when he thrust inside me. In the mirror I could sorta see us, or at least him on top of me. His ass was pistoning up and down on top of me, drilling that cock down into my unprotected hole. He grabbed my wrists, ending what tiny amount of control I might have had. I knew what was coming. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that I’d known what was coming from the moment I walked up to his house. I could feel it in his energy. Henry had planned for this moment from the minute he saw me outside the bar. There was this crazy sense of anticipation in me – anxiety and desire wrestled inside me while his cock furiously plugged away at my ass. All I could hear was his skin slapping against mine and the creak of the bed has he pounded into me. Some voice inside me said I needed to stop him. That was a poz load he was going to put inside me! But I knew I couldn’t stop this. We’d come too far. I knew when the moment came. I could sense total determination and power in how his body moved. He didn’t say anything or even warn me. There was no “where do you want me to cum?” where I could have given an answer. He simply decided for both of us. I knew his cum was flooding my ass; I could feel the change in his muscles, the spasming of his cock inside me. There was a moment of silence that hung in the air; he held his breath as his body moved inside mine. I could feel the intensity of the moment. And then he exhaled sharply, his body shaking with the release. He plunged his cock deep and held it there; I felt his body quivering. Then a determined thrust of his cock into me. Then a third thrust as he panted. I could feel it — his cum spewing inside me. My body convulsed as he spread his poz seed inside me. It was like an electric bolt going through my body and I gasped. I could feel it still surging through me as Henry collapsed on top of me. His breath was hot against my should and neck. We were both drenched in sweat. My heart was racing and I was trying to take a deep breath but couldn’t. I was totally overwhelmed. What had just happened? I’d never experienced anything like that before in sex. I’d been horny plenty of times, but I’d never felt such a primal craving for something. Henry slid out of my ass and rolled to the side. I still couldn’t move. Every once of energy in me was depleted. He slapped my ass and then massaged it. “That is one impressive piece of ass,” he said gripping it. He pushed two fingers inside me again. I grunted as he moved his fingers around. “I can feel my load in there. You like that load up there, college boy?” I had a hard time making words. I wasn’t sure what I felt — the whole thing felt totally surreal still. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” I finally said. “Oh no? Then you were long overdue. That ass was made for breeding.” My ass was starting to feel sore again, but I didn’t want him to stop playing with it. He took my hand and guided it down to my hole. “Feel that cum inside you,” he said. My fingers explored and I could feel his cum spread across and inside my hole; confirming he’d bred me sent another thrill through me. “We‘ll have to make sure you get more of that.” “Yes, sir,” I said softly, not knowing why I said it or where those words came from. Something had changed for me. I could feel it. [Our boy Jeremy has taken his first poz load — but I’m sure he’s not done. Should we see where his story goes? Let me know if I should keep going …. Just click the blue heart or leave a message.]

I was running some errands around lunch today in an area of town I haven’t been to in a couple of years — definitely pre-COVID. There’s a store there with cigars, sex toys, mags, and a sizable arcade. I was parked fairly close, so wandered out and checked it out since it’s been so long since i was there. I popper open a couple of apps so anyone in the area could see I was close by — it’s not always hard to figure out where someone is. I grabbed the small bottle of lube out of my car, and bought poppers from behind the counter (you just need to know what to ask for). I wandered around the arcade for a few minutes, cruising to see if anyone else was there. A few booths looked like they were being used, but the doors were closed. I picked a booth and went it. I watched a dollar’s worth of video, then started to cruise again. This time I came across an open room. The guy in it looked older and pudgy. He didn’t have his cock out, and wasn’t paying much attention as i stood there a moment, so i moved on. I hung out a half an hour or so, and a few faces appeared. I went into another couple booths. One guy stopped in, pulled his cock out, and I started working it with my mouth. He blew his load before I could suggest fucking. He zipped and left without a word. I moved to a larger booth. This one was deeper with a nice bench and space behind the seat. I decided to be bold. I went in, stripped off my shorts, kicked my flip flops to the side, and bent over the seating with my ass hanging out —- anyone walking by could see it. I spread some lube into my hold — I was pretty generous with it. I’m rather inpatient in these settings, so I knew either it was gonna happen fast or not at all. I could see shadows walk by the door. Some hesitated and stood there, then moved on. I noticed shadows lingering longer. After a few minutes, someone walked into the booth. It was the older guy I’d seen earlier. He stepped up to my ass and closed the door with a click. I heard him unzip and open his shorts. There was a hefty slap against my hole. “Fuck yeah,” I said quietly, wanting to encourage him. He picked up the lube bottle and I heard him pump the silicone onto his cock. I took a couple long hits off my poppers, letting the rush wash over me. I felt my body get really warm and my ass desperately wanted some attention. “Fuck my ass,” I said. The guy pressed his cock into my hole. It was a steady push, stretching my hole wider than i anticipated. Turned out he had a thick cock and he pushed it right up inside me until his balls struck my ass. I felt a sharp stab of pain as he stretched me wide, and I gasped. “Fuck! That’s a thick cock!” He didn’t seem to care. He fell right into a full-on fuck. I started grunting and groaning right away, immediately turned on by him using my ass like this. He was pounding away at a steady pace, then slapped my ass hard. I winced and yelped. The door clicked open and there was a bunch of shuffling behind me. The rhythm of his fucking stalled for a moment, then resumed just as I tried to turn around. There was definitely a third person in the booth now. Someone pushed on my upper back, driving my chest against the back of the bench. “Head down, cock whore. You don’t deserve to see us. You’re just a hole.” His voice was deep, very deep, and I suspected he was a big guy. The dynamic had suddenly changed in the room. The older guy was pounding away harder, and I could hear his breathing change. “Fuck that hole. Breed it,” the newcomer said. The older guy started shaking and his breathing became loud and heavy. His rhythm changed to thrusts, and I knew he was filling my ass with his seed. ”fuck yeah! Breed my ass!” The guy pushed in deep. He left it there, breathing heavy. Then he pulled the long shaft out. I felt a moment of relief as my hole contracted after being stretched so much. I didn’t realize I’d been panting too. Fuck it was hot and muggy in this booth! I was sweating, despite just wearing a tank top. I heard the shuffling behind me, then something hot and and hard pressed against my hole again. “My turn,” the deep voice said. He thrust inside me’; my head snapped backwards and my hole spasmed with the sudden assault. I made some sort of exclamatory noise — not some much words but an expression of surprise and pain. He pushed me over the bench again. I could see one of his hands; big with dark black skin. I groaned — that was a BBC inside my ass, and this guy seemed like he was gonna be rough. He fumbled with my poppers, trying to get in a hit or three before he tore me up. “Fucking whore ass. You deserve to get beat. Fucking sloppy hole wrapped around my big cock. Treat you like the worthless whore you are.” He was relentless and almost brutal. I moaned and groaned, unable to do anything else. The fuck was overwhelming — simultaneous pain and exquisite pleasure. “Use me,” I panted — it may have been just a whisper, I was having a hard time catching my breath as he pounded my ass. I needed it to end — and at the same time relished the amazing fuck I was taking. I almost asked him to stop, but I knew he wouldn’t. I was powerless, bent over that bench, my ass up. I couldn’t have moved out of that position if i wanted to. “Fucking whore ass. You’re gonna take my load. You don’t even know who I am. you don’t know what’s in my load. But you’re gonna take it anyway. Fucking whore ass!” He let loose, grunting as he unleashed inside me. I whimpered as he kept pushing deeper, forcing me to take his cum up inside me. He pulled out quickly, stepping back and running into the video screen behind him. He slapped a hand across my ass — fuck, that hurt! “Look what you fucking made me do! Look what you made me do. Hanging that whore ass out for anyone to fuck. He stepped up onto the bench, straddling my back. I was afraid he was going to push back into my hole again. Instead he grabbed my tank top, stretching it behind me, and wiped his cock off on it. Then he stepped backward onto the floor again, zipped up his pants and left the booth. I just stayed there, bent over the bench panting. I couldn’t really move for a couple minutes. My head was swimming from what just happened. The air was thick and gross. My hole felt like it was gaping wide open, though I reached back and felt it was actually able to close. My ass was slick with lube and cum. I finally started moving. There were guys in the hallway, but none tried to come in. I couldn’t have taken another cock at the moment anyway. They looked at me, seeing who had just gotten bred. I slowly got dressed, stepped into my flip flops, and walked out of the booth. The hallway was a bit cooler which helped with my dizziness. My body was shaking a bit once I got into the car, and I had to sit there. Two loads in less than 12 minutes. My hole pounded wide open. And I felt fucking amazing for it.

MOST Definitely! 😍🥰 Such an arrangement doesn't reduce the risk of disease. Whatever the cumdump gets disease-wise, I will probably also get. Even if he is tested monthly, that's up to 30 days of me rutting in his well-used hole before either of us finds out he has whatever and I should get tested too. In my mind, the constant risk of introduction of disease into the relationship is a necessary evil for both of us to get what we want from the relationship. Nope! Never gonna be me who does that. About the only reasons I can think of for not enjoying my BreedBoy's hole daily is a) one or both of us are sick or b) one of us is traveling without the other. Denial of sex makes no sense to me.

Sorry for the delay guys, life has got in the way ……. Chapter 12. I called at Sally’s the next morning. She let me in. She was wearing a short t shirt and briefs, but she looked like shit. ‘You’ve looked better ‘ I remarked, ‘Heavy night?’ ‘Wasn’t actually ‘ she replied’ Think I’m just coming down with something, I didn’t sleep well and Ty wasn’t here so I’ve just lied in. Maybe I’ve got that 48 he bug you had last week?’ At that my cock stirred, the thought of Sally being poz was turning me on. Sally noticed the stirring in my shorts. ‘I thought I didn’t do that to you anymore, it is just cock you want?’ She queried. ‘ No, it’s just I was thinking of something, ‘ I replied, blushing slightly. ‘Do tell then, you can’t leave a girl looking at a semi without explaining’ The thought of coming clean about my status was making me hard. Sally was the first person I had come out to so it was,probably fitting I told her first. ‘ I don’t think it’s a 48 hour bug if it’s what I had’ I said. ‘You should go to the doctors. ‘Why why did you have?’ She asked ‘ I got tested. I’m hiv positive’ I replied. ‘So I’m poz’ ‘what? But you were on meds? ‘ ‘yeah well Luke’s kinda cute and his cock is lovely and it was so hot that he wanted to fuck me bare I let him’ ‘You let him?’ ‘Well begged him to really’ Sally looked at me aghast’ you begged him to fuck you and make u poz?’ ‘Yeah! It was what I wanted Sally, it makes me feel genuine, I needed a place, that place is a greedy bareback bottom that has been knocked up by his mates, so I can now fuck any cock without fear, that’s what I am’ I said. My cock was tenting my shorts. Sally came up and pulled them down and I shrank free. ‘ I’ve never seen a poz cock before I just wanted to see! ‘ she quickly explained. ‘ nice to see it hard again’ She looked longingly at it. Can I touch it? ‘ If you do there’s every chance I’ll bend you over and fuck your arse and fill it with my poz cum!’ I said. ‘I don’t do pussy but ass is ass’. She looked conflicted, she clearly loved cock in her ass but wasn’t going to take a viral load without persuasion’ ‘ Look, I don’t know if Ty is poz or not, ‘I lied ‘ but get checked. If you’re not poz I wouldn’t wanted poz you unless you wanted it ..’ ‘I don’t’ she replied ‘ever’ ‘Ok ok’ I said’ here ring Gino, he’s my medic, this is his number he’s very good and quick …. And sexy ! Get tested and let me know! ‘ With that I hugged her and left. I knew the signs, and she had been taking a hammering from Ty ‘s poz cock. Fuck the thought of her converting made me hard. I still wanted to see if Joe was staying off meds as part of our bet . Had he succumbed to Luke yet? I wondered. I texted him ‘Hi, had Luke’s cock last night or did u behave?’ I sent. After a few minutes the familiar ping went off ‘ You know the answer, he can’t be trusted to take his meds so he’s not fucking me bare!’ The reply said. Followed by another ‘but I’m gagging for some………’ I had him hooked. ‘ Me too. I got stood up last night after I left and was left hard and horny ! ‘ I sent him a pic of my cock ‘ fancy this?’ ‘Yeah, but where? Luke’s about so it will have to be quick’. ‘Ok make an excuse to walk to the shops near the end of your road, there’s some scrubland and trees, I’ll be there 15 min’ I was turned on, I was liking a bit of topping but it was only to breed, I knew my real calling. I waited in the trees for around twenty mins. I was about to give up when I saw Joe stumbling through the trees. ‘I didn’t know this was a cruising ground?’ Joe said ‘Luke was a bit suspicious, that’s why I’m late ‘ ‘it’s not a cruising ground, so don’t let some of the mums walking their dogs see you sucking my cock’ I grinned. ‘ we don’t want to get them jealous!’ I pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang free ‘ suck it!’ I ordered . Joe got on his knees, I kept a look out as he went to town on my cock. ‘Don’t make me cum, I’ve been saving my cum for your hole’ Joe stood up and pulled his own shorts down. I spread his cheeks and started rimming his hole. ‘Fuck that feels good’ he moaned. ‘ I didn’t have time to bring rubbers’ I said. ‘Don’t worry you can do me bare, just pull out before u cum’ I lubed Joe’s hole as best I could with saliva. This was going to be it. I spread his arse and pushed my cock in. ‘ fuck you’re so tight I’ll come soon’ I warned ‘ Not yet just keep fucking me like that, ‘ Joe moaned as he wanted his cock. ‘ I knew from Luke he didn’t like him pulling out too soon. ‘Shall I pull out ?’whispered in his ear,’ cos I want to cum in you’ ‘ God no just do it!’ He shot back. I could feel myself about to explode and pushed hard as I came in Joe. ‘ Fuck I needed that’ Joe panted. ‘Me too’ I whispered, pulling out but then pushing my fingers in Joe’s hole. ‘Gotta keep that in there, you don’t want Luke suspecting anything’ I added. We tidied ourselves up and walked out of the trees, to the surprise of a young mum pushing a pray and having a dog in tow. I winked at Joe. ‘Let’s catch up later this week. I’ll maybe have a small party Friday……..

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

HENRY'S SENTENCE - PART 1 'What's a nice white boy like you doing in an overcrowded Nigerian prison?' says the journalist opposite me. The glint of my handcuffs catch his eye as I rest my arms on the table. 'Where do I start?' I say, but really I'm thinking I'd better tell him quickly before they take me back to my cell where Temi will be waiting. So, start I do... See, Mum and Dad are missionaries. I grew up traveling from one third world tropic to the next, all in the name of 'God' of course. But when I turned eleven, mum thought I should have a proper education. So they sent me back to the UK. Let's just say my fantasies of all boys schools did not materialize into reality. I'm slim, I like to run, but I'm not athletic. I'm a geek and not the cool kind who like superheroes. I read. Books. It was supposed to be the start of my gap year before uni. A month with mum and dad then onto more... welcoming locations... But when I arrived, everything changed. Black men are fetishized a lot, aren't they? But then, who isn't when it comes to sex? Tall, fat, trans, ginger... I can't say I've ever had a particular type. I just knew I liked men. Of course, I hadn't told anyone else that, not at that point. Did you know in Nigeria, you can be sentenced to ten years plus just for being gay? I do. My parents were living with Will, an old benefactor for the local church. His house was huge and, as I didn't know my way around the city, he assigned me one of his staff, Ayo, as a guide. I'd never seen anyone like Ayo before. He's a little taller than me with a defined chest and arms, but that arse... seriously. It's so round and high, you could rest a drink on it and you wouldn't even need to bend down to pick it up. Not to mention the bulge in his pants, hanging neatly against his thick thighs. His skin is the most beautiful colour I have ever seen. At night, he's as dark as thunder clouds but in the day, he's a rich roasted coffee whose eyes shine gold. And his smell, the sweat after a day gardening... just glorious. I wanted every part of him on me, in me. I've dreamt many times of him taking me to his room and forcing me down over the bed. But did he? I'm not giving anything away just yet. The first night there, I couldn't sleep in the heat, so I got up to get some water. As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I could hear something - slapping, heavy breathing. My first thought was mum and dad and I nearly vommed, but then I remembered they were both snoring when I passed their room moments ago. I tiptoed into the kitchen and peered around the corner. Bent over the dining room table was Will's wife, Anna and standing behind her, his back to me, was Ayo. He held her down with one arm, the other pressed into the small of her back as he rocked hard in and out of her. I watched his legs and arse as the moonlight caught them. I could see his balls slapping against her. Anna clung to fistfuls of the table cloth as she thrust herself back onto him. My heart raced. My cock throbbed. I let out a shaky breath and with it, an accidental little squeak of joy. Immediately, Ayo stopped and turned to me. I was mortified. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't let me. Sensing his pause, Anna spoke and made to stand up, but Ayo kept her down, eyes firmly on me as he drew his thick dark meat from inside her and plunged it back in over and over again, all the while his eyes on me until she had to muffle her cries with the tablecloth and he finally turned away and threw his head back roaring as he emptied his sack into her. I took that as my cue to leave and darted back to my room. I waited until there was nothing but silence before I slid my hand down to my cock and began to wank. It didn't take me long until there was cum dripping off me, all up my chest and sides. I slept like that until Ayo woke me the next morning. 'You're late for breakfast.' He stood at the end of my bed in shorts and a vest, his skin glistening. 'I've had the car cleaned. We'll go out today. Show you around.' I nodded, though when Will said he was giving me a guide, I hadn't realised I would be on his schedule. I showered, quickly before throwing on shorts and t-shirt and heading down to mum who served us all tea and toast. I watched Ayo at the table, curious as to his position. He was employed here yet happy for my mum to wait on him. All the other staff were busy. 'What're you two up to today?' said dad over the paper. My eyes met with Ayo, but he spoke before I could. 'Henry's helping my with some errands, then I'm showing him 'round town.' It was the first I'd heard of errands. 'I'll get the dishes,' said mum as I stuffed the last of the toast into my mouth and downed my tea. Then we left. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have got a taxi straight back to the airport.' The guard’s keys jangle as he steps back into the room and stands between me and the journalist. ‘Enough,' he says, knocking me forwards and hefting me up by the scruff of my neck. 'I'll come back tomorrow,' said the journalist and he leaves not waiting to see my dragged and shoved along to my cell. The Guard slides the key in with ease and opens the cell. He leans into me and whispers, 'I'll be back for sloppy seconds,' before thrusting me inside, slamming the door and locking me in. I push myself back onto my knees and look up to the bunk where Temi is sat, his back to the wall, legs spread, his eyes focused on a point beyond the bars. 'Enjoy your walkies?' he says, without even looking at me. I say nothing. He's at least 6'6"tall and chunky. Thick-thighed, a not unattractive podge of a belly. And his skin is the darkest I've seen of any man. He shuffles down the bunk a little and slides his trousers down a little revealing his thick, dark dick and enormous sack. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. I crawl to him on my knees. He doesn't take much to arouse. I cup his balls in one hand and guide his dark meat into my mouth with the other, but he slaps both hands away. 'Be a good boy,' he says, still not looking at me. I let my arms fall to my sides and lean in, enveloping his soft penis into my mouth, slobbering and licking his balls as I do. He lets out a sigh, so I know I'm doing well. His cock grows quickly, plumping up. I reckon if he were slimmer, he'd have a solid 9" or more but that doesn't matter because the girth is barely containable in my mouth. I bounce my head up and down, trying to force as much as possible down, trying to put on a good show because I know what'll happen if I don't. He tastes salty now. I've grown to love that taste. His hands find the back of my head as he grows fully erect and hard enough that it's my throat that has to flex and bend - not his shaft. He forces me down on his meat for what feels like minutes at a time. I feel him flex halfway down my throat. I choke, my eyes running with tears. And then it stops as he slaps me off him and onto my back. He makes a gesture with his finger, and I slip my trousers off and climb into all fours. I hear him grunt as he kneels behind me. I push back as he puts his full weight into one hand on the small of my back forcing me to arch up and stick my boy-cunt out. He gobs full mouth of spit onto my hole and with one unmanicured thumb, spreads it around. Then he leans forward. I feel his belly rest on my arse cheeks. A wall of flesh meets my hole, and it doesn't stop. He slides forward, breaking me open until he's balls deep. I wince, his weight forcing me to almost faceplant into the concrete floor. I silence my screams as he tears at my hole, his cock thrusting in and out, ploughing me to fit his shape. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up with one hand, then scoops my hands up with the other and holds them behind me so I'm balancing on my chin. He lets out a series of loud, pants and groans as his strokes speed up becoming longer and longer. The inmates opposite say nothing. One sits on his bunk, grinning, hand down his pants, the other stands at the bars, his cock poking through as he wanks off at the sight of me being bred by my Master. Temi’s balls slap hard against my cunt as he builds his speed even more. I struggle to keep silent, sobbing and yelping but he doesn't care now. His whole body is beating into me, and I'm pushed further and further towards the bars on my face. Then he lets out a roar and I feel him swell inside me as he unloads his spooge, burst after burst, thrusting deeper into me until he's done. And when he is, he rips himself from me and for a few seconds until the pain of my hole retracting subsides, I long for him not to go. Then he climbs back into his bunk. 'Next,' he calls out, and I hear the hurried footsteps and jingling keys of the guard returning... Hey Guys, Hope you enjoy. More parts coming soon. I'm hoping to do multiple parts a week if people want them? I've noticed other students also adding info for tips here, so I'm doing the same, though it's not required - I just want people to read and enjoy really. Happy to survive on protein donations from the many men who enter me daily, but if you fancy buying me a drink, here's my Monzo - Venmo doesn't exist in the UK! [think before following links] [think before following links] https://monzo.me/andrewjames37

POZ Massage Part I of II I met Brendan online on an M4M Masseur website. My boyfriend was out of town, and I thought maybe I would get a massage. I knew I wanted a massage from a hot guy, but I figured that's where I would draw the line. After all, my boyfriend and I had decided to try being monogamous for a while, and I was determined to respect that. Out of all of the pages I looked at, Brendan seemed the most clean guy, an All-American jock-type who probably wasn't even gay. He had a few photos posted, some in workout clothes, and some shirtless on a beach somewhere. He had a great body, wide shoulders, built slightly-furry chest, slim waist, and ripped abs. I saw that he had some “locked” pics and sent a message asking if he could send me the code to unlock them. Within less than a minute, he had responded with a nice note saying he was immediately available for out calls along with the unlock code. I drooled when I saw the first private pic. A shot of his back with his muscular ass on display, showing his big ballsac hanging down between his legs. The next one showed him bending over and spreading his asscheeks. The final one was a frontal shot. I first noticed his big thick 7” dripping uncut hardon with a huge D-shape Prince Albert piercing. A few moments later, I saw his tattoo above his bushy dark pubes. I knew immediately it was a biohazard tattoo that meant he was POZ. I trembled all over thinking of this POZ hunk giving me a rubdown. I knew since I only wanted a massage, I would go for it. We agreed on a price and I gave him my address. I ran to the ATM to get the cash to pay him and then hopped in the shower. I couldn't help but finger my hole a little as I showered. Brendan arrived right on time with his folding table under his beefy arms. Every bit as stunning as his pics, he was wearing cut-off sweatpant shorts and a muscle T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous physic. He grinned at me as I shook his hands taking in his masculine form. He smiled saying that he knew the building and had given massages here before. I wondered which of my neighbors let this POZ stud give them a rubdown. He sat up the table as I got him a glass of water. He gave me a CD to play to help relax and I put it in the player. He handed me a smallish towel and asked me to undress. He left the room while I changed out of my clothes and I laid face-down on the table, my face cradled by a green foam ring. I heard Brendan coming back, and lifted my head. I was shocked that he was naked when he came back in the room, his big pierced dick soft and swinging against his legs as he sauntered over to me. “I find it's more relaxing if we're both naked. Is that okay?” I already felt cotton-mouthed, but nodded that it would be fine. He gently laid my head down into the foam ring and straightened out my arms against my sides. He kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms before moving lower to the small of my back and then to my ass. He rolled my cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeatedly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack. This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his was rubbing his fingertip practically into me. I let out a moan, and he held still. He then put one of his hands over mine and place his hardening cock onto my upturned palm. I didn't know if I should squeeze back or not, but he would up swiveling his hips enough that he was practically fucking my hand. After a few minutes of him working my ass with his dick in my hand, I got up the courage to wrap my hand around his cock and give it a good squeeze. He moaned back with approval as he worked my upper legs and then my feet. When he got to my feet, he pulled away from my hand, which suddenly felt empty. “You like a little assplay?,” he asked me as he took my feet in his strong hands. “Ummmm Hmmmm...” was all I could muster. With that, he mounted the table, straddling my upturned ass. I could feel his hair low-hanging balls and that cold cock piercing against my ass. I shivered as he leaned forward and ran his elbows up and down my back. I was in heaven, practically putty in his hands. After a few strokes, I felt the head of Brendan's cock at my ass. “You okay with me teasing your, hole, man? You know I'm POZ, right?” “Right....,” I muttered back. I myself wasn't sure if I was answering whether or not I knew his status or if I liked him teasing my hole. Either way, I felt him slide in first one greased-up finger, then two. The whole time, he kept massaging my cheeks with his free hand, and slapping my ass with his raging hard POZ cock. “You like that, man? Want something bigger.” “Ummmmmmmm Hmmmmm......,” I moaned back at him, expecting another finger, or perhaps a dildo. What I wasn't expecting was the tip of his pierced cock to slip into me painlessly without any resistance. In that moment, my mind was flooded with my promise of monogamy to my boyfriend at the same time as knowing the dangers of fooling around bare with POZ guys. It felt so good though that I didn't dare ask him to stop. “You ready for more of that? I've got six or seven more inches of where that came from.” “Okay, Brendan. Just put it in. Don't fuck me or anything, just put it in.” I couldn't believe the words that had just escaped my mouth. Brendan eagerly responded by slowly but steadily sinking his POZ cockmonster deeper and deeper into my raw hole. He stayed hard in me for at least ten minutes as he worked my shoulders, not pumping in and out, but pulsing deep inside me. I felt him slowly start to work his cock in and out, each stroke a bit further in and out, and in and out. It hadn't hurt at all given so much massage oil as lube, but now it felt different, almost creamy. I thought it must have been his precum oozing out of his POZ cock that was easing the way now. Brendan pulled my ass a bit higher so I was on my knees and elbows. He reached around to my crotch to find my own drippy cock so hard and sticky that it was matted to my pubes and belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and allowed me to fuck myself into his hand. He remained still, so I was also fucking myself onto his bare cock. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, I picked up the pace. I was determined to cum before he did so I could pull off and not take his toxic load. As I pumped away, he hissed in my ear, “Slow down man, or you're gonna make me cum in you again!” Hearing that, I blasted off at once, knowing that he had already shot off in me at least once. That must have been why my ass felt so creamy as he worked his tool in me. I shot onto my chest and all over the table and pulled off of his cock. Brendan stayed on his knees on the table and leaned down to scoop up my spooge with his fingers. He pushed my load into his ass with one hand as he fisted his hardon with the other, quickly sending squirt after squirt of POZ cum all over the table. When we had both caught our breath, he suggested that we shower, and that I try to get out as much of his load as possible. He has assumed that since I had seen his private pics and not commented on the tattoo that I would be fine taking a POZ load. As I squatted over the toilet trying to force his toxic goo out my ass, I told him about my promise of monogamy with my boyfriend. “Since when?,” he asked. I was in this apartment last week, and I filled up your boyfriend's hole real good. My jaw dropped as Brendan threw his head back in a laugh. “So that's why he knew the address,” I surmised. We showered together as he fingered my hole again. After Brendan left, I texted my boyfriend. “WE'VE GOT SOME TALKING 2 DO. BRENDAN WAS HERE. HE CAME IN ME A LITTLE. DID HE CUM IN U?” I got a photo response a few seconds later: A pic of Brendan balls deep in my boyfriend's raw hole on the same table in our living room, followed by a one-word text, “YES.” I knew then and there that monogamy was a joke, and that we would be needing a “couple's massage soon. To be continued....

Not sure, if this is the right section to post. At least this is how I got my last load on Wednesday afternoon last week. I was chatting with a top on grindr. Turned out he likes bareback and got even excited about a quick fuck only. I explained that I‘m also fine with just getting fucked until he is cuming, no need for me to cum. He also sent a video of his dick then, showing that he has quite a bit of precum, which I find really hot in general. He explained that it is usually enough to get his dick inside. After that remark I cannot think about anything else then meeting up with this guy as early as possible. So the conversation continued a bit until we had reached the point, where he told me then to come over to his apartment. He would leave the door unlocked. I should get in, just pull my trousers down a bit and get on all fours, my head in the direction towards the door. Asking him if I should take off my shoes (not uncommon in the country where I live) he just replied, it would take too long to leave then for me, when he is done with my ass. That was just the perfect vibe I was looking for. On my way to him he sent a photo of a kind of a pillow on the floor of his hallway, telling me that it is for my knees to put on. Roughly an hour later, I was in the elevator of his building, left on the 6th floor and walked to the left door, as have been told. Closed the door behind me and see the pillow in the hallway as it was on the photo. So I kneel down, pull my trousers down, and push my naked ass in the air while being on all four looking towards the entrance door. I decided to only wear a jockstrap below my jeans, so that my ass would be accessible with just pulling the trouser down and also because I thought a tight underwear might it make more difficult in case I would need to stretch my legs further apart while kneeling. After a couple of seconds or so a door behind me opens and someone steps behind me. Then the wet tip of a dick slides directly between my ass cheeks poking forward, striving to enter my hole. In anticipation I push my ass further up and in the moment the dick and my hole meet at the right angle I feel him opening me up and entering my hole eventually. He started to first slide in and almost out of my hole with only the tip of his dick. Probably there was most of his precum, as it felt quite slippery with very little friction. I tried to push back a bit to get the full dick inside. He stopped moving and I heard something like a big drop of saliva falling, he most likely spit on his dick. Right after I feel his dick going completely inside my guts. The fucking starts now in a regular pace. I‘m not even trying to look at him, I‘m just focussed on feeling this dick working my ass towards something that will most likely end up in filling up my hole with hopefully a lot of sperm. Technically it could have been anyone mounting me from behind, while I was waiting being nothing else than a naked ass waiting to get fucked. But I was so horny, I probably wouldn’t even have cared in the end. He starts to hold my hips with both hands and continues fucking me in a very steady pace. I just put my head further down, closed my eyes and let him own my ass. After just 4 or 5 minutes his grip of my hips gets more tight and his thrusting gets deeper. After taking it like that for a minute he says that I should get ready for his load. What then follows is a push of his dick as deep as he can drill inside my ass: he pulls me back really hard on his dick and with both thumbs he is stretching my butt cheeks apart, so my hole is wider. I feel him pushing in hard one more time and holding it there and I know that this is the moment I‘m getting pumped his load inside. He groans a bit. Then like 20 seconds later he pulls out his dick slowly. I feel his very wet dick sliding out and I stand up slowly. I‘m hard like a rock after this breeding of my hole. He just looks at me quickly, wishes me a nice remaining day and disappears into what I think is his bathroom. I just pull up my trouser and leave the apartment and get out of the house in no time. Walking back home I feel the cum wet and slippery inside my ass. Not sure if I‘m leaking, but I also can’t check really while walking. And there is this slippery feeling with every step. I‘m trying to clench my hole, but I feel so open that I‘m not sure it changes anything physically. I text him to thank for the breeding. He seems to be happy with my service as a bottom and replies that he came a lot. Looking at the message time, I realize that when I arrived at his place it took exactly only 12 minutes until I left again with my ass full of his cum. Which made me feel even more used as bottom made for breeding. Just a perfect outstanding encounter. I hope I can get that soon again from this guy.

For me it boils down to this: I don't have to understand OR like what someone else does with their body! But I do have to accept it, just like I would want them to accept the things I do (or don't do) with my body! NONE OF US can live anybody's life but our own. There are a lot of things that people do (to themselves) that I don't like or understand. And I am working on/within myself to be OK with and accept that! "Different strokes for different folks!" as the old saying goes. And, as Rodney King said back in the day, "Can't we all just get along?" No one has to like that a particular bottom is caged and therefore his cock isn't available to you. His cock being caged ISN'T about you! It's about HIM! Just cause you want to do whatever with his cock doesn't mean that he wants that done with his cock! That's what the jockstrap, ass-less underwear, or cage is all about! It's a DO NOT GO THERE message that some people are missing or choose not to see! The 70's was considered the "ME" generation. But I swear that people (in general) in 2022 are SO self-involved that they feel like EVERYTHING is about them when it's really not! I am so anti-religion it's not even funny, but "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" is pretty appropriate for this thread....

I met a guy on a hookup app in Florida. We hit it off pretty well and went back to his place. He lived right on the beach on the Gulf side. I was amazed with the view and he told me the sunsets were awesome. He asked me if I wanted to go out on the beach to play around and watch the sunset I was like YES! He was a ways away from the touristy area so there weren't many people walking through. He said mostly it was pot smokers or teens looking for a place to have sex. I knew I was going to let him fuck me so when I was in the restroom I lubed up my ass real good and just left my boxers on to go out to the beach. He had a couple towels laid out. The beach was literally his backyard. We were making out like teens waiting for the sun to set, I pulled out his rock hard cock from his swim trunks and proceeded to make love to it with my mouth. I noticed the sun was getting close to setting so I looked up at him and said I want to ride you while we watch the sunset. I flung off my boxers and straddled him reverse cowboy. He held my hips as I slowly lowered my ass onto his cock. With the lube from earlier making it easy he was all the way in me immediately. I just sat up on his cock and took in the sunset beauty. I slowly rode his thick uncut 9″ cock and the sun started to fade beyond the horizon. As the sun disappeared I spun around to face him and started thrusting my hips hard while my semi erect cock and balls bounced off his stomach spewing precum everywhere. He was still rock hard and not close to cumming so I started to bounce faster on him and talking dirty, Cum in me, fill my bare ass with your hot cum. He started jerking my cock as if to will my cum to shoot him in the face. I couldn't hold it and shot all over his chest and almost simultaneously he exploded into my ass with a loud orgasm bellow. I collapsed on to him and started kissing and rubbing my hairy chest on his cum splattered chest. His cock stayed semi hard in my ass for quite a while then it slowly popped out an allowed all his load to ooze out. I am an exhibitionist and have had several outdoor sex partners but this one came to mind the other day.

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.]

Right around 19-20 I started to really get into giving myself up to whoever want me.. I shaved constantly, I ate and worked out constantly and whenever I was home my hole was lubed up and had a dildo in it... Start back a few years I discovered the hb library by my house was cruisy.. I usually start out at the bathroom which is on a hill over looking the park so when someone heads inside anyone looking can see... Since I was young whenever I went in it would be too long before I heard footsteps... I would usually wait in the stall with it unlocked a guy would come in open the door apologize go-to a urinal and then come back right after with his cock out for me to suck... I did this alot one summer until one older Mexican guy reach down to my ass while I was sucking him and slide his finger in my already lubed hole and he made a hissing sound... He took his cock out of his made and told me to follow him... He took me through the park and we walked from the paved path onto the cut grass and into the bushes.. Once out of the clearing we walked through the overgrown bushes and trees for a few minutes until we arrived to a completely secluded area where the tree canopy covered everything. There was a tree in the middle that has a thick branch about waist high that I used to steady myself while I took of my shorts. I put some lube on his cock suck it some and turned around bent over and braced myself on the tree branch. I was going to tell him to pull out after a few minutes.. it felt odd have a guy hump me so aggressively, I remember my head bouncing and my cock and balls doing the same... Just when I was about to tell him to pull out he stopped and killed out... I asked him if he cummed and he said he did and then I asked him if he was clean and he told me not to worry about it and walked off.. I remember standing there feeling shocked and worried and also turned on at the same time.. after that I drove home and when I got to my room I jacked off while I used my dildo and used some of his cum for lube on my dick... I blew so hard... The happened alot there... I also just wanted to feel the cock for a few minutes and pull it out and suck the guy off but most of the times the guys would cum inside me without saying a word or wouldn't even ask.... Pic below is me now and thinking about letting guys slide in bare again... I'm not sure though now

Right on target, @negchaserlooking. It's so true, every time a new chapter in this novel drops, it takes precedence over everything else. Had a good chuckle at the two mothers ordering everyone else out of the room while they hatch their plans. And so happy to see Tom and Gareth finally getting their act together. Now, if we could just straighten out Franco and Artem....

I was just about to leave the site when this new chapter popped up. So of course I had to read it, as you do. Couldn't waste an opportunity to catch up on this right Royal saga of love and sex. Getting closer and closer to the big day,

Also yes to this!!

Love my Red 100's while fucking or getting sucked. Love a hot smoker redneck. Get on my knees everytime.

Yes my regular top Daddy he has 8 1/2 in 68 years old 30 years my senior every time I go down on him he forces me to go all the way and makes me hold it keeping my throat for a few minutes to the point where I cannot breathe and I am tearing up my eyes get watery

Brake line broke on my van,middle of nowhere. I got a tow truck and the guy(heavy, late 50's,mexican) took me to a shop who could fix it the next day and said I could stay in my van overnight. The van is built for vanlife, so like a little rv.The tow guy checked it out and said I must get a lot of chicks. I said I'm into girls. He said sorry and left. He stops by late and asked if I needed anything. I said I was fine and he said he was married but his wife doesn't have sex anymore and he's always been felt bi. I asked him if he wanted to come in and find out, He looks around like a drug deal is going down and gets in. He's clearly nervous and I have him lay on the bed the short way legs over the side. Take down his pants and a nice brown 7 incher with huge balls. I go down on him and he leaks precum like a faucet. He says he wont last long and his dick gets hard as steel and blows ropes in my mouth. Top 5 cum producer. So salty and so much.

Just sucked a cock I've been after for years. I've chatted to this guy on and off for the last 10 years and things just never seemed to line up. He's in his 50s tall and muscular, balding with a goatee and a 8" uncut cock. I've heard stories of him over the years, the way he's bred multiple men which claimed he was the best fuck ever. So this man has been a legend in the area, today he hit me up on grindr being really close wanting a quick blow before getting back to his farm. He opens the door grabs me and starts making out hard immediately unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants making me rub his hardening uncut cock through his underwear. Next he pushes me down to my knees with force shoving his cock in my mouth fucking my face as he got harder and deeper into my throat. He kept it up for a solid 8 minutes, I couldn't breathe half the time almost blacking out twice. Until he started Cumming with the best tasting cum I've ever tasted. He kept pumping while telling me to cum for him which made me shoot a massive load all over the floor.

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

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.]

There's a difference between gay and "MSM" (men who have sex with men). Gay is about the relationship. MSM is about the sex. It's perfectly normal (though a bit rare) to want a relationship with a woman and sex with men. I think some people fall into that category because of homophobia and prejudice but there are some where it's just how they're wired. So you can be here wanting to get fucked by guys and still be straight when it comes to relationship stuff.

Just go to a gay sauna for a few hours. You don't have to be gay to go to these places, but there is a good chance that by the time you leave you will have a better understanding of your emotions, particularly if you are not walking so easily as you did when you entered the place. If you lay naked face down in an open doored cubicle with your pucker hole lubed you will find greater understanding much more quickly.

I’m traveling today for work and decided to try my luck at a truck stop near Atlanta. Browsed Grindr while eating my lunch and no real luck. I finished eating and went to the bathroom. A very fit black olde black man followed me. I smiled at him as he adjusted his big package and motioned for him to join me in the stall. Once inside he made me face the wall and pulled my gym shorts down to reveal my bare ass in a jockstrap. He laughed and just mumbled “I knew it fag” in my ear. No Lube only his spit he started to pump his huge cock into me raw. I was moaning so he put his hand on my mouth as people were in and out of the bathroom. He started going harder and even felt his big balls slapping and sticking against my ass. He grabbed my neck with one hand and covered my whimpering mouth with the other and slamming his throbbing BBC deep into me as he bred my loose hole. I could feel the cum running down my leg. Said nothing and just walked out. I’m wearing a black jock under thin white silky shorts so the Walk of Shame back to the car was obvious what I’m about. I never clean loads out of my pussy, I like feeling it. I’m back to driving and he came so much into me that I actually feel wet. Hoping for more loads on the way home.

I'll be staying Saturday night, July 9, 2022, at the Red Roof Inn Druid Hills. I'm going to be a slutty bottom and hope to get used really well that night. I cannot wait!!!

haha i have already had my first St Giles experience a cpl weeks ago: 2 different cumdumps, 2 floors, went straight from one to the other.... Am I doing it right? 🙂

And did you have to tell everyone of your new status. I'm still going over it in my mind. No-one knows I'm a cum whore. I always bb but that doesnt happen as often as I'd like it to. I don't know enough about prep. Is there a discreet way to get it? One tablet a day doesn't sound a big deal.

My pet peeve when it comes to darkroom behaviour is guys flashing their light sticks attached to the key chains or use their phones to illuminate a section of a darkroom. A darkroom is supposed to be dark or dimly lit for a reason! You might as well turn on all the lights in a darkroom! My 10 cents.

So, I’ve been very slutty for a long time now. Oddly I’ve never had sex with a trucker until now. I went on grindr after a couple hookups with regular Tops. I messaged a profile that I didn’t recognize as any locals. He messaged back with cock pic and said I’m traveling can only host in his truck. I’m always easy, I’ll suck and fuck just about anywhere. He sent a pic of the truck and I drove to him. Felt nervous, but eager. He was a handsome kinda fit middle aged black man. I got in and we climbed to the bed, he already had his cock out so I went sucked it deep for a minute and he pulled away telling me to sit on it. I did as told and took every inch (8-9 inches). He said my ass was so soft and said I must be a whore. I always say Yes sir when I’m taking dick. After a few minutes riding he pushed me off, stood up, and forced me to bend over and slam fucked me as hard as he could until unloading balls deep in my hole. He stayed inside me and laying on my back whispering Slut, Fag, Whore, dirty talk, into my ear. He pulled his pants back on and I left the truck. Now I’m back Home waiting on another guy from Grindr.

That was fucking hot. I would have loved to be used like that!

I was over at a friend's party, most guests I didn't know. I'm a straight or now Straightish guy and my friend is gay. He had a few friends in town and we're leaving the next morning. Everyone was having fun and getting trashed. Somewhere between 1-3am, as most were past out. One of his visiting friends, the guy I got along with all night well, shut the door in the basement room I was going to crash in. He started talking to me, laughing and began massaging my Cock. I really enjoyed it told him he could pull it out and play with it anyway he would like to . I blew my load quickly but what do you expect for my first sucking of my cock by anither man. He right away started stroking me again, as I simultaniously jerked him off . Foreplay for a bit , rimming my asshole. It was a good thing I was fucked up ,. I fucked his tight manhole for awhile and a few times before he had to go and back back to boot !! Haven't found another FWB for occasional weekend long bi sexual pleasures . I'm available and always ready. So , my last load was just before . COVID lockdown in my friends buddy's Sweet Mangina!!!

20. “What are you thinking,” Steven grinned. “Well, we’ve both flooded his cunt, DP’s him, his got my favorite toy in him right now, Ryan’s bred him…” “That’s a good list.” “And we’ve got,” he looked over at the clock on the wall, “Two more hours before the end of work.” “Uh hu…” “So I think we end the day… by opening him up for your fist.” “Perfect. You know where to start?” “Sure do Sir.” Blake moved the papers of the desk, onto a side table and then patted the top beckoning me. I leapt off the couch and sat on the desk. Blake positioned me on my back, and pushed my legs into my chest. My heart was thudding against my ribs with excitement. I had never imagined being open enough to take a fist, and looking at Steven’s thick furry wrists and meaty hands it seemed almost impossible. Still… I wanted to try. Blake went back to the toy drawer, when he came back he had a long thin toy like the one I had worn all day yesterday. This one however was much much thicker at the base. He grinned down at me, “Now as I pull on the plug push out with your hole.” Lightly he pulled the base of the plug, and I felt my hole expand around the blunt edges of the base. For a long moment the plug felt too massive to ever come out of my hole again, but then my ring gave way and my hole opened. I pushed out and the whole length of the plug almost shot from my hole like a bullet. “Fuck,” Blake said appreciatively, fingering my sloppy hole, “Your cunt is fucking gaping.” “Lets make sure hes never truly tight again.” “Yes Sir.” Blake picked up the snake and then stopped for a second. He looked back at Steven, his face pleading, “But first… can I?” He held up the big blunt egg he had just pulled from me, and Steven nodded. “Thank you.” He squatted on the floor, the egg under him, and slowly sat down. His eyes rolled back and his breath slowly escaped. I couldn’t see the plug, but I could see in his face the exact moment it locked in place. Ecstasy spread across his face, and a shudder ran up his body from his hole to the top of his head. When he stood back up he was all smiles, a thin sweat glistening on his chest again. “Feel better?” Steven asked, one hand on Blake’s shoulder. “Much.” “Alright, now back to the task at hand… today isn’t about your hungry cunt.” He slapped Blake’s ass and stepped back. “Alight cum slut. Lets finish this cunt off.” Blake lubed up the long length of the shaft slowly and deliberately, then brought his slick fingers back to my hole. He played with my lips, flicking lightly, and sending little shivers along my spine. They delved slowly into my hole, feeling my wet guts. He pulled at the edges of my hole, stretching them apart, pulling my ring. It was a feeling I was becoming use to. The joy of feeling my hole be opened more than it had ever been before. The feeling of giving in to yet another level of being a bottom. All the while my cock, no longer even hard, leaked precum from the tip of my cage. I didn’t notice when I started whimpering, but I was nothing more than a moaning mess as Blake inserted the tip of the long toy into my hole. “Fuck, yes, Blake! Give it to me. Open me up! Steven I need your fist inside me. I want to take your fist.” “You will boy,” Steven said, stroking my heaving chest, “You will boy.” Blake pushed the toy until there was resistance, my hole now stretched as wide as it had been with the egg, and then started to fuck me. It felt as though there was already a foot of silicone inside me, my second ring open and relaxed as the tip slid in and out of it. He pushed hard with each thrust, trying to get a little more of the toy in me. I was certain I could feel each new inch of the toy forced into me. I was more open than I had ever been before, and a new part of my gut was being explore for the first time by the slick tip of the toy. Steven was jerking off his hard cock, his eyes fixed on the toy being fucked into my hole. He stepped forward, his cock aimed at my hole, and I watched his eyes roll back. His face contorted and his chest heaved. I felt hot ropes of cum spatter my hole and taint as Steven shot another load. “Perfect, more lube for his cunt,” Blake growled. Blake scooped up the load and rubbed it on the toy. He started to push harder. I took a deep breath and held it. I let it out slowly and felt my hole bloom open even more. “Fuck,” Blake groaned and leaned forward. I gasped, and then I knew why he had groaned. I felt the bulb of the toy and then the snap as the base locked into my destroyed hole. “I cant believe how stretchy your hole is. Fuck! You just took that whole thing.”

Fat stubby curved dick with a huge load shooter

OK, I have neglected posting here, spending more time on TWITTER, getting a following... but checked today and some of my electrifyingly 'corruptive BZ ROLE MODELS' are back messaging, so with that grows my motivation! On the subject: my early pics from 'showing off ass and hole'. (5 years ago maybe) In my early vanilla gay days of the 80's/90s, while posing for THE ADVOCATE I was asked to 'flaunt my hole' for the picturre series but couldn't do it! Froze up 'in shame' I guess! LOL Saying to myself: 'I'm not no bottom!' Fast forward to the poz-and-promiscuity-embracing NEW AGE that made other once unacceptable 'bad boy stuff' suddenly THE ULTIMATE thrill! And that includes letting every Tom, Dick and Harry know I have CONVERTED into a power-bottom,,, who will essentially take (just about) ANY load! My new 'slut mentor' from BBRT instructed me to TAKE MORE ASS PICS, pulling the fledgling 'manwhore-cunt' open for ANY and ALL prospective promiscuous, anon seeders to inspect like merchandise and hopefully find suitable for use! And he would take pictures of his own POZ COCK breeding and seeding me! Since then, about 5 years ago, my sex-life has somehow accelerated to a dizzying pace! Whoring and scoring with my bros, my hubby and solo. Hubby summoned up SEVERAL guys last night and I rode the one who apparently was in FALCON porn in the 2000's I guess... now a bit 'rougher' but wild and virile as fuck, with a reputation for EVERLAST and MULTI-BLAST cumdump-pleaser! Now able to ride a dick like a demon from hell, he was pinching my nipples on a 'I bet you I won't flinch' dare... AS HARD AS YOU WANT TO! I won and of course I didn't flinch. But I became alarmed about the structural integrity of the very solid bed... and whether to attach it with braces to the stud in the wall... It was an act of unbridled demonic debauchery and shameless sodomy! A definite LINDA BLAIR moment and my hubby was delighted seeing me act like the powerbottom superslut that I have a reputation for by know... Ass-pics did launch the 'evolution'!! It's 'merchandising' really!

I've been trying to write this for over a week. My time with the married man is so full of wonderful intimate moments, if I wrote them all down this would be excessively long. And no doubt, boring for some. I flew in on Friday afternoon and left early Tuesday morning. Now, when I staff travel I don't have to be in uniform. But if I'm traveling with excessive/large size liquids, I need to so I can be exempt from liquid limits. And there have been a few layovers I've had in his city where I skip going to the hotel and stay with him. My uniform includes a vest with covered buttons and a belt with a difficult to maneuver hook closure. Anyway, when I arrive and he picks me up, I never kiss him in the car. I want our first kiss to be bigger than that, so we wait until we get back to his place. Well, mister married man has mastered my buttons and belt closure. Within a minute my vest is undone, tie off, and pants around my ankles as we spend a few minutes making out. It's the same every time, and it makes me laugh that my pants always wind up on his kitchen floor. It always takes me a while to change, trying to hang up my uniform in his closet while I'm getting groped and pawed at...and it's quite wonderful to be honest. Friday night we ordered in from a great place near him. The dining room never gets used, but when we eat together, we sit in there and he lights candles and puts out the "good" wine glasses. A little bit of TV while snuggling on the sofa and we went to bed. He asked me if it'd be alright if he left his nightstand lamp on all night, because he prefers to be able to see me. I laughed a bit and said that I preferred that also. As you can imagine, it was 2-3 hours of intimate sex that I have trouble finding words to describe. He's no help, as he's at a loss for words also when trying to describe us. On Saturday, it was pretty rainy all day so we planned to just stay in. I've never been much for morning sex, as I'm extremely groggy without any coffee. And I dare say kind of cranky too. Not to mention, that if this was to go to full on fucking there would be a lot of groggy prep work to do. But for some reason he thinks *I* need to cum in the morning. Over the years guys have had a bit of difficulty in jerking me off, but he's also mastered that task. And he likes to edge me. But he doesn't prolong it too long, because he know's I need my coffee. I'll add, he doesn't drink it, but he bought a small coffee maker for me, so I could have something other than instant. After he edged a massive load out of me, we went downstairs to have a little breakfast and my coffee. We didn't leave the house all day, we just snuggled on the sofa watching shows and movies. His sofa is perfect for the two of us. We fit very well laying down spooning. We switch off who gets to be big spoon, it's wonderful no matter who is. He cooked something in his crock pot for dinner, and when it was time for bed, it was a couple of hours of *intense* fucking. When we're in bed gently kissing, he has the softest eyes. Just this gaze that he's longing for me. But when he fucks like we were Saturday night, his eyes get super intense. It's like he's looking deep within me, very serious. After a very lengthy pounding, I wasn't sure if I got a load out of him. His moans were more on the quiet side tonight. I asked if he loaded me, and he said yes. He kept right on going and almost gave me a second. As we were kissing after fucking, he decided I needed to cum so he set forth on jerking me off. He REALLY edged me this time. Many times. When he finally let me cum, it was huge and powerful...it went over my shoulder. He cleaned me up and we spooned until we fell asleep...with the light on. Sunday we woke up and again, he was on a mission to make me cum. He didn't edge me this time, it was fairly quick all things considered. He went downstairs first and started my coffee for me. He wanted to go out for breakfast, and he had a couple of errands to do. By early afternoon we were back on the sofa, spooning. He asks me if I'd like to go out and about and do anything. I said that if we went out, I'd still be with him. But it'd be time that I couldn't be touching him or have my arms around him. So I was perfectly happy sitting inside all day. He got all soft eyed and said he was happy to do the same. Then he gently kissed me. I don't remember dinner that night. Did we go out? Did he set the table in the dining room with the "nice "wine glasses and candles? When we went to bed, Sunday night was all about slow and tender sex. I almost typed love making. It was beyond amazing. Monday he had an important meeting with someone from out of town. He was out by 7:30, and he left me keys so I could go out and about while he was gone. Get this though: I had to use the front door only, so his neighbor (that knows he's married and knows the wife) wouldn't see me. Very "cloak and dagger" LOL. I took an Uber to a nearby gym and had a decent workout. He thought he'd be home by 1:00, but he didn't return until 4:00. His planned dinner wasn't going to get made now, so we went out. I had 2 margaritas and he had 1 and I was a little bit wobbly. Despite my begging, he wasn't going to take advantage of me in that state LOL. I packed up a lot of my things and we went to bed early, as I had to be up by 5:30. Of course we fucked that night, it would be our last for 3 weeks. It was full on missionary face to face fucking with constant kissing. A perfect last fuck to a long weekend. He was the big spoon when we drifted off to sleep. I'm going back for 3 days on the 10th. After that, I have a 3 day trip with 2 consecutive layovers in his city. And one more layover on the 20th. I think for each of these I'll be staying with him instead of the hotel, but we'll see what happens at his office. At the very least, I'll sleep over and get dropped off at the hotel early in the morning. NB: He called me as I was writing this. Him: Hey babe! (he always calls me babe, occasionally stud LOL), sorry It's so late. Work went long and I stopped for a bite to eat. Me: That's ok, I know it's a work day and you had Monday off. Him: Nah, you probably thought I forgot about you. Go on, you can say it. You thought I forgot about you. Me: No, I thought you were busy. Him: Yeah, like I could ever forget about you. Me: SWOON!

I try to avoid it

All I did was give head lol

Part 2 Danny: The day after I was in the hot tub with Stu he called me over as I was running past his house at the end of my run. He offered me twenty bucks an hour to help him clean out the house. I could work a couple hours a few days a week. More if I wanted. The money would sure come in handy and it was more than I was making down at the hardware store working mornings. I only had a month before I headed off to college anyway. I went over for my first day on Monday wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was hot in the house and I regretted not wearing shorts. Before too long I had to take my tee shirt off since it was drenched in sweat. I wanted to take my jeans off too, but I just had a jockstrap on and while we had been naked in the hot tub I figured that wasn’t appropriate. We were finding boxes stuffed everywhere. I found several under the bed and pulled them out to the middle of the room. We started opening them and the second box I opened shocked me. There were a few sex toys inside it and I gasped. Stu noticed and asked “What?” I showed him the box and he laughed. “Damn, the old lady has some surprises, huh? Let’s see… vibrator, a couple dildos… They look pretty recent, I wonder when the last time she used these? Glad to know she still had a sex drive at her age. Nothing I want, might as well pitch them” he said. I took a few boxes, including the one with sex toys down to the garbage can. I put the dildos in a bag and hid them out of sight, figuring I would pick them up when I left. Later, I took them home and stashed them under my bed and then went off for my run. The next day I went over and dressed better. I had an old pair of running shorts and a tank top, but I soon took the tank off. Both of us were sweating but we finished emptying one of the small bedrooms so there was just an old bed in there. We started in on another room and I came across a box of old black and white pictures. When I asked where he wanted me to put them he told me to put them on his bed in his bedroom to sort through later. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Stu had obviously cleaned this room up first. It was freshly painted and fully decorated. There were pictures on the wall of Stu and a lots of different guys. In fact, the only picture of a woman was one of an older woman by herself on the night stand. I looked the pictures over and noticed most of the guys were either naked or damn close to it. Stu was kissing a guy in a few of them. My cock was getting harder the more I looked. I guess I took too long and Stu was standing at the door. “Like what you see?” he asked. Fuck, I was busted. My mind raced and all I could say was “You have a lot of friends.” He laughed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do. Lots of good memories there. I guess you can figure out from those pics that some are more than friends” he said. I looked back at him and then realized what he was talking about. “You’re gay?” I asked. “Yeah, 100 percent. Never dated or fucked a girl. I hope you’re ok with it” Stu replied No one had ever told me they were gay before. Maybe that was why I was attracted to him. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. I was being honest. “Uh.. How did you know?” I asked. He looked back at me and grinned. “I got turned on by looking at guys. Women just didn’t do anything for me. How about you? Do you ever get turned on by guys?” Stu said. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. Should I be honest? “Yeah, sometimes” I said quietly. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone is different. Just do what you enjoy and don’t worry so much about what other people think. Uh… Lets call it a day and you can go for your run” he replied. I was really happy that the conversation didn’t continue. It was hard to get into the groove that day during my run. I kept thinking about Stu and his question. — Stu: Danny didn’t come over the next day after I outed myself to him and asked if he liked guys. I figured I had blown it. But the following day he came over and it was back to the same routine. He would work about fifteen minutes and then his shirt would come off. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his sweaty body. He looked so hot. I could see the outline of his jockstrap through his well worn running shorts. There seemed to be a nice bulge that I dreamed about sucking on. We didn’t really talk much that day until he suddenly asked “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I laughed. He sounded a little like my mother when she would ask if I had one. “Once, a long time ago. We broke up since I like to play around and he wanted a monogamous relationship” I replied. We talked a bit more but everything was vague. I was hoping he would ask more questions. Right before he left I suggested that he watch some porn to see what stuff excited him. I even gave him a few sites to look at and hinted he should look at both gay and straight porn. The next day we were emptying another bedroom and he mentioned he was only going to be around another three weeks. I was disappointed, since I really did like having him around. He was good eye candy and fun to talk to. We took a couple boxes down to the garbage cans and as we walked back into the house Danny asked “How do you meet guys?” I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the living room and to the couch. “There’s lots of ways, Danny. There are hookup apps and dating apps, websites too. Sometimes the gym is a good place, but you need to be careful not to ask the wrong guys. When you’re a bit older you can hit bars. In the city there’s a bathhouse. And if you’re really adventurous there are some cruising spots. It just depends on what you’re looking for - companionship or just to fuck” I replied. He seemed a bit shocked at how casual I was talking about this. “Uh… you mean some guys just meet for sex?” Danny asked. It took everything I had to not burst out laughing. I chuckled a bit, though, and told him “That’s what gay men are known for. Until recently, gays couldn’t get married so we did what males have done for centuries - had sex with whomever we wanted.” I wanted to ask him if he had ever done anything with a guy, but I was waiting for the right moment. I did rest my hand on his leg. “Oh, I guess that makes sense” Danny said. — Danny: Once I knew that Stu was gay, my mind came up with thousands of questions to ask. I wanted to know everything, but also didn’t want to let him know I had no idea where to meet guys that might be interested in me or what to do when we met. I started to call him to tell him I would be over the next day, but my stomach was in knots I was so nervous. I calmed down and went over the day after that and slowly worked up courage to ask a few questions. I started out easy, asking him if he ever had boyfriends. He told me he had one, which surprised me. He said he preferred fooling around with more than one guy which I found really hot. I asked a few more simple questions but couldn’t figure out how to ask the bigger ones. The next day I went back, more to talk to Stu than to work. I finally got the nerve to ask the first of my big questions and asked how gay guys find others to meet. As soon as I asked, my body broke out in cold sweat. I had just told him I was a virgin with men, so that’s about as big as it gets. He was really cool, though. He told me places to go and a few online ideas too. We were sitting on his couch, talking and we were really close. He put his hand on my leg and I felt my body get goosebumps all over it. I turned my head and looked him in the eye. We stared at each other for a good 30 seconds as I tried to get up the nerve for my next big question. I tried to ask it, but all that came out was “I… Uh… Uhh….” so I decided to do it without words. I leaned in and kissed him. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I had this sexy man next to me and he was kissing me back. It wasn’t just a quick, friendly kiss, either. I felt his tongue press on my lips and I opened them. This was just like I had done with the girls I had dated and fucked, but this time I was really excited. I wasn’t just going through the motions like I did with the girls. Our tongues started dancing in my mouth and then in his. Stu moved closer and pushed me down on to the couch. He was on top of me and it felt so good with our sweaty bodies grinding into each other as we kissed. My dick was so hard inside my jockstrap and I knew it was going to burst free any moment. We had been kissing for a few minutes and Stu stopped. He looked back at me with a big smile and then started kissing down my body. He sucked and bit on my nipples and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moaned out and I hoped that no one heard me. I felt his hands grab on to my shorts and he pulled both my shorts and jockstrap down. My cock slapped against his chest as it broke free from the clothes. A second later, he was putting his lips around my dick and sucking on it. It felt amazing. It was so much better than the two girls that had sucked me before. They both lasted less than a minute before they stopped. Not Stu. It was almost like he was making love to my dick. He took it all the way down and flexed his throat around it which almost made me shoot. Stu spent almost twenty minutes on it before he stopped and then moved back up my body and kissed me again. “We probably should go somewhere more private” he said. — Stu: I could tell he wanted to ask more questions, but I figured he was too embarrassed to ask. We looked at each other for maybe 15 seconds and then he started to say something but then just leaned in and kissed me. Oh my fucking god. Those lips were so soft and I wasn’t going to stop him. After a few minutes I slipped my tongue to his lips and they just parted. We went back and forth exploring each others mouths as I laid him down on the sofa. My hands roamed over his body as I laid on top of him. I knew we only had a couple weeks of possible play time and I said “to hell with going slow” to myself. Eventually I started kissing and licking down his body. I started sucking on his left nipple and felt his body spasm a bit and I knew he was one of those guys that love to have their nips played with. I felt I had the chance so I pulled his shorts down and they revealed a very stiff seven inches of veiny shaft. It was almost perfect and I needed to feel it and taste it in my mouth. I started to suck on it and judging by the moans I heard, Danny was enjoying it as much as I was. I deep throated it a few times and the last time I squeezed it with my throat. I could tell that last move almost got him to cum so I slowed down and pulled off. Now was my time to get him into my playroom. He pushed his shorts the rest of the way off and followed me downstairs. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do that wouldn’t freak out this near virgin boy. I knew that I couldn’t use any of my sex furniture - sling, fuck bench, cross, or spreader bars so that left the bed. I heard him gasp as he saw some of the toys in the room so I said “Never mind that stuff” as I led him to the bed. The restraints hung off the corners of the bed and I had no intent on using them this time. I took my shorts and shoes off and both of us were naked. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing his soft lips again. Our cocks were both getting harder and pressing against each other. We kissed for a few minutes until I guided him to the edge of the bed and we fell on to it together. My kisses got more aggressive and Danny responded. My hands were roaming all over his body and his were too. He seemed to be avoiding the two places I really wanted his hands, though. As close as he got, he never touched my cock or ass. At first I thought I’d get us into a sixty-nine and suck each other but I really wanted to watch Danny suck his first cock. I rolled us over so I was on my back and kept kissing him a little longer. I put some pressure on his shoulders and he started kissing down my chest. I gave his head a little pressure to the side and his tongue found my nipple. It flicked over it a half dozen times which made my cock hard and throbbing. He tried to bite it, but his teeth tugged on the piercing and I screamed out in pain. He stopped immediately and looked up at me saying “Sorry.” I smiled back at him and replied “If you want to tug on a piercing with your teeth, go lower” Danny took my stiff cock in his hand and looked over it closely. He stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively on the steel ring which was coated in precum. “Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Lick it, suck it, enjoy it. Just watch your teeth” I said. — Danny: Stu led me down to his basement. I had been down here once before about five or six years ago to help Stu’s grandmother move some furniture down here. It didn’t look anything like that now. The dirty concrete floor was now tiled and there were some walls up defining a storage area from another room. We went into the other room and there were all sorts of weird things around - a thing that looked like a tiered gymnast horse, a chair hanging from the ceiling by chains, a big X made of wood against the wall, some shelves with boxes and all sorts of leather straps hanging from hooks on the wall. The room wasn't brightly lit, but there was enough light over each piece of “furniture.” One of the new walls had a drawing of a scorpion on it that was at least three feet wide. We went over to the bed and Stu took his shorts off. He looked the same as the day we were in the hot tub, but now he seemed to look even hotter. He embraced me and we kissed again. His kisses were more intense than any that I had ever had. If I had kissed the girls I dated like this, the date would have been over in five seconds. It was more animalistic, lustful even, but it turned me on. We ended up falling on to the bed and Stu’s hands were feeling my body all over. I did the same and was amazed at how good it felt to have a man in my arms. If I had any doubts before, it was at this moment I realized I was really gay, not bisexual. We rolled over and suddenly I was on top of Stu. I wasn’t sure what to do next and was figuring it out when Stu started pushing me down his body. His chest hair rippled over my face as I kissed and licked lower. The sweat on his body tasted great and I thought about licking him all over - chest, legs, toes, cock, ass, back and then back to his lips. Stu pushed my face over to his left nipple and I played with the nipple and piercing with my tongue. I tried to bite it like he had done to mine but Stu yelled out in pain. I figured that was as far as we’d go that day but then Stu told me I should go lower. I was only a few inches away from another guy’s cock for the first time in my life. I held the hard shaft in my hand, marveling at it and noticed how different it was from my own. The piercing was just one big difference. I saw precum dripping from the end of his cock and it had coated the ring. I stuck out my tongue to try and lick it and got my first taste of Stu’s precum. It tasted different than mine but I liked it. Stu gave me encouragement and I began to start sucking my first cock. When I had sex with girls, the only feedback I got were moans or “Ow!” or “Stop” or “I don’t like that.” Stu was completely different. He coached me on what to do, what felt better for him and what to try next to see if I liked it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I tried to get all of it in, but I kept gagging on the ring. Stu didn’t seem upset and told me I would be able to do it with more practice. I laughed to myself and thought that it was one exercise that I wouldn’t mind practicing several times a day!

omg that also happened to me trying on a jockstrap in the gay village in Toronto. the 2 guys working both fucked me. the first guy asked if I needed help while I was trying it on then started fingering my hole as soon as he came in. he fucked me and blew his load in me then asked if his buddy could take a turn and obviously I said yes. the whole thing took like 10 mins and they gave men an employee discount on the jockstrap! neither one even mentioned condoms. later I found out they both knew I was an easy fuck cause a few of their buddies told them when they saw me in a club. it pays to have a reputation as a slutty cumdumpster.

I had a couple porntheatre clerks who used to fuck me regularly and let me hang out naked in a booth for hours with my door unlocked so men could come in and use me or stick their cock through a glory hole and use me anonymously. they would also let me in the theatres for free where they knew I would strip naked and offer my throat and ass to EVERY single guy who came in. one of them would meet me in a booth or the theatre to fuck me in there but the other guy would just bend me over and fuck me right there in the front by the register and didnt care if someone came in lol. my boyfriend actually offered him my ass for free entry the first time he took me there. they both said I was really good for business cause the men all know I’m a sure thing. some guys would even stop by and ask if I was in there if they were looking to get off. another clerk said guys were always asking him if I was there and telling him my ass was worth the five bucks it cost to get in. that’s how my boyfriend got the idea of telling guys I would take their loads in either for that little.

I love going to bathhouses- but haven’t been to one in years-used to travel for work and would hit up the local ones for some after work fun- I was in a relationship at the time and that made it more fun, fucking around. I loved getting as much dick as possible every time I went and had some crazy scenes. once I was getting fucked in the sling with a small group watching , waiting for their turn- one cock in my ass, one in my mouth- any guy wearing a condom - I’d pull it off- then I’d get fucked raw. In that small group was a co- worker who I always thought was a stud- hairy fucker - blew his 9 inch cock deep inside me then shoved it down my throat- it was pretty funny seeing him the next day in the office fun times

A dom I’ve been seeing for a while who often tells me how to dress and look decided I was to start smoking. He’d been hoping I’d decide to start on my own (he’s a smoker) but I never did because I hated it. Three weeks ago he ordered me to start with rollies. I had to learn from scratch. He would demand randomly I stop what I’m doing and go smoke. I’ve started it to love it, even the smell gets me horny now. And other lads wanna encourage and join me ?

About two weeks after the first blood slam I started running a low grade fever, felt fatigued all the time, and woke up drenched in sweat. We talked about my symptoms. Since they were similar to the fuck flu he decided to take advantage of my compromised immune system. He pounded his toxic dick into my hot fever hole without lube. He spit on his dick and shoved it in, tearing me open. I slammed a large amount of his blood. I’d love to post the security camera video of all of the depravity, but for some unknown reason we always fucked with Game of Thrones playing in the background and it kills the vibe of the dirty verbal pozzing. I know I’m sad too... At this point we’ve been very depraved for a couple of months so I jokingly took an OraQuick. To my astonishment it was negative. I had already scheduled my normal 3 month check-up so I told my doctor about the symptoms of fuck flu. I asked for a viral load test because it counts virus cells present in a sample as opposed to the standard HIV-antigen test which only tests my immune system for antibodies. About 4 days go by and the doctor called wanting me to come in to discuss my results. I’m rather tech savvy and have the phone app for where I get my labs drawn. They automatically upload as soon as new results are posted. Within minutes of getting off the phone with my doctor I receive a push notification from the app. And guess where I was when I get the notification? If you guessed IKEA you’re right. I’m walking alone through the linens shopping and I look down at my phone. I burst with happy tears when I saw the Viral Load of 141,000. If you’ve ever been to an IKEA it’s busy place, people are staring. I laid my items down and leave. I head over to my makers apartment when he gets off. I climb into bed with him because at this point I haven’t told anyone yet. I open the lab app and tell him to read. I can still see the excitement on his face, and I have to say the sex that night was extra special because I got to shoot my first poz load. A couple days go by and I show up to my doctor's appointment. She is not a nice lady, but she was being super nice. I told her that I “know” and that she didn’t have sugar coat anything. The following week she orders additional labs for a full HIV work up. A few more days pass and I get the additional lab results. I now have a viral load of 6,650,000 and CD4 count of 314. I wanted to stay off meds for some time, but my maker told me to start taking meds due to how fast my CD4 count dropped and how high my VL went. If you knew our relationship you'd know I cannot say no to him. I picked up my prescription and went back to his place. He opened the dresser drawer where he keeps the needles and gets a 3mL out and a fresh 23g needle. I slam 3mL of my toxic blood into his veins. After some time on meds we'll be taking a break so I can be the toxic strain-collecting boy I’ve always wanted to be. And then I'll be able to recharge his toxic hole with my pierced dick.

blood from a poz guy is the best gift ever.

Part 6 Baxter Sloan When I got home that night, Sam was sleeping in my room. I needed to be alone, so I crashed on the couch instead. As sleep slowly crept in, my last thought was on how would I explain all of this to Sam? I woke up late next morning to an empty house and a bad hangover. On the coffee table, was aspirin, some water and a note from Sam saying he went on a house call and he was going to spend the night at his friend’s place. Fucking great, as I was still not sure what to say to him about everything that had happened. After a long shower, I grabbed some breakfast. There were 3 house calls, which I told Sam to take care off, leaving me with the day off. I thought about the night before, what had happened, what I had let happen. The rational side of my brain made me look up HIV clinics in the county, to get on treatment immediately. Luckily, there was a clinic 2 counties over and upon calling them, they gave me a 3pm appointment. It’d take me about 2 hours to get there so I had some time before I had to leave. I left at 12:45pm for the clinic. My mind was still conflicted, a war being raged between the rational and the sub-conscious parts of my brain. While part of me did want it to happen, my rational brain argued about the impact it’d have on my relationship with Sam. Sam, my son, my boy, my love. As I made my way through town and came up to the highway, a roadblock made me take a detour through the road leading towards the creek and connecting to the state highway. When I crossed the area where I’d generally park to walk up to the creek for some action, I stopped. My mind felt like it was being ripped in 2 directions and I needed the clarity that only a cum blast could give. At least, that’s how I rationalized it. I made my was through the forest path, until I reached the clearing. Being a weekday afternoon, it was completely empty except one slightly old, pudgy guy wanking alone. When our eyes met, I groped my penis through my jeans, giving him the signal. He picked up on it and in 10 seconds, my cock was lodged firmly inside the man’s throat. Sex is awesome. It gives you both clarity and a relief from every damn problem out in the world. In that moment, all I really cared about was getting my dick wet enough for this guy’s ass. Thoughts of being pozzed, Chief, Sam, the future drifted away, as I focused on the feeling on my cock and the sound of a throat being forced upon by it. I was ready to fuck him and I told him to strip and get on all fours. He took off his pants, pulled up his shirt a little, got on all fours and presented his ass towards me. I’m not a religious man, never have never will. And up until that moment I did not believe in signs or God or the universe and its plans. But in that moment, I saw a biohazard tattoo on top of the man’s ass, resting on his tailbone. “You poz?” I asked. “Yeah man, but I am medicated so no risk. Stick a condom if you want,” he said with desperation. I didn’t even think about it. I pulled my pants down to my knees, kneeled just enough where my dick was level with his ass and using spit as lube, pushed my raw cock in. “No way faggot, you’re getting the raw deal.” As I fucked him, I had flashes of the night before. How turned on I was when he told me who he was, how I had begged for the Chief’s load and how doing what I did had made me feel like myself for the first time in years. This was enough to send me howling as I unloaded cum inside this guy’s ass. When we were done, I made him clean my dick off with his mouth before I got dressed and left. On my way back towards my car, I finally had the clarity I had needed since this morning. I knew what my next step was to be. I pulled up my phone and dropped a message How do I tell Sam I am seroconverting Chief? --- Sam and I did not cross paths until the evening of the next day. That was a strategic decision on my part because I still didn’t know how to go about it and I needed a plan. I told Sam to take care of work the next day while Chief and I spent some time together. As Chief put it, he had to ensure that I was always full of poz cum until I seroconverted. When Sam walked in the door, I was waiting for him at the couch. Unlike our usual selves, where one of us would initiate sex the second we walked in the door, this time the mood was different, and Sam knew it. He could see it on my face. I offered him a beer and asked him to sit. Without sugar coating it, I laid out the facts for him. About what had happened at Chief’s house, how we had fucked that night and a few times since. He wasn’t shocked, hell if anything, the boy was clearly into it. It was time to come clean. “Son, there’s something more. Chief…he, umm… he is poz. You know what that means?” Sam didn’t faze in his reply, “Yeah, he has HIV.” “Right, yeah. And, umm, when we fucked, he wasn’t on medication. And I am not on PrEP so there’s a risk of transmission.” “Wait, what are you saying dad? You let him fuck untreated poz cum inside you?” “Yes son, I did.” Sam stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned the tables on me. “So dad, you’re a bugchaser?” WTF! How did Sam know that word? Was there more to him than I knew? Sam was one of the kinkiest guy’s I had met but this was whole new territory for me, for us. “No son, I am not a bugchaser. I just, I want to be poz. I thought you should know since we..well you know.” “Why dad? Why do you want to be poz?” “I can’t explain it kid. I just know I want it, always wanted it. And now that I can, I wanna go through with it.” Sam muttered a hmm before leaning back on the couch, sipping his beer. We stayed silent for the next few minutes, drinking our beer while tension floated above us. “So what now dad?” “We will have to stay off of each other for some time, until I convert. Once I convert, Chief and I will go on meds and once my VL is low, you and I can fuck again Sam.” Sam looked at me with his puppy eyes, his strongest card and one he knew he could use to get anything out of me. He might look like a muscle meathead but the boy knew how to work his body to get what he wanted. “I have a counter offer dad,” without waiting for my reply, he continued, “lets fuck now.” Before I could react, Sam had slipped next to me and planted his lips on mine. As good as it felt my boy’s lips on mine, I still had to be the adult. “Whoa boy, stop.” “Why dad, you don’t wanna fuck your son?” “Sam come on, you know why.” Sam grabbed my cock through my jeans, groping and squeezing it, making me moan. “I want it dad, I need your cock.” “Aah fuck boy, you got a condom?” “Fuck no dad, I don’t fuck with rubber. Raw is law.” “Doesn’t work now kid, I am carrying poz cum and I could very well transfer it to you if we do without rubber.” “So, what? That’s hot.” Sam was throwing caution to the wind and was saying just the right things to get me worked up. While I knew this was a bad idea, part of me really wanted to push the boy down, sodomize him and drop my potentially poz carrying seed in his hungry cunt. “Fuck me dad, fuck me full of your poz cum.” “Sam, I umm… are you sure?” “Yeah dad, if you are poz, I wanna be poz too.” “Sam, you don’t have to do….” Before I could complete, Sam pushed his lips again and started making out hard. By now, I was focused on one thing. Fucking Sam, my son, my first born, my lover into a poz boy. 15 minutes later, we were in my bedroom. Sam was on all fours while I was fucking him like an animal, hunched over the arch of his back. “Fuck me dad, give me your poz load.” “Fuck son, dad’s gonna give you his dirty load.” “Unggh, Unggh, dad don’t stop, unggh, unggh” “Getting close son.” “Fuck yeah dad, shoot your poz load in me.” That did it and I came with a huge roar. My balls and my dick burnt with pleasure of cumming inside my son, knowing what I was doing to him. His life had come from the cum in my balls, now he had death come for him through my balls again. And in that moment, I knew that he and I were linked together, a deeper bond than ever before. -- Joe- Present Day “So, that’s the whole story,” my dad finally finished his story. I was numb, with shock. Not only were Dad and Sam a couple, but they had willingly become poz. That was fucked up, at least to me. The Chief, the man responsible for it all, had an amused expression on his face. That made me angry even more. “What are you smiling at?” I snarled at him. The amusement in his face didn’t fade as he responded. “For a guy that seems to be as disgusted by the story, your pants tell a different tale.” I looked down and there it was. A big wet patch on the crotch of my blue joggers. Bad day to go commando. I couldn’t come up with a reply. I felt humiliated, hurt and angry. At the Chief, at dad, at Sam- what had they done? Did no one see the problem in all this? “Bro,” Sam spoke up, “I know this is a lot of shit to deal with. But all you gotta know is that me and dad are okay. Fuck, we are better than before.” “Yeah Joe,” dad chimed in, “we are okay. We wanted this and we are okay with it. We are still a family, your family, and we love you a lot kid.” Their statements were earnest and truthful. But, I was having a hard time processing all of it. And with the Chief present, I didn’t want to talk more. I needed time with them alone and I’d have it later, once the Chief was out of the house. Mumbling an excuse, I left the room and climbed upstairs to mine. I wasn’t tired but I needed time to myself. -- A few hours later, the house was completely quiet. Knowing that Sam and dad were probably asleep, I decided to head down to get some dinner. When I went downstairs, I saw the backdoor to the garage open. This was unusual because dad was psychotic about the door staying locked at night. I went around to pull it shut. Our house has a basement, accessible through a hatch on the floor of the garage. When we were kids, dad used to store stuff in the basement and Sam and I were not allowed. I had only ever gone there twice, both times with dad to help him move some stuff. The hatch to the basement was open. I decided to investigate, and slowly climbed down the stairs. With walls on both sides and a singular bulb illuminating the dark staircase, it was just enough for me to climb down until I came across a door. I didn’t remember this being there when I was a kid. Slowly, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. It was at that moment that my jaw dropped to the floor. There was Chief, my dad and Sam huddled in what can be best described as a dungeon. Sam was kneeling naked, a collar around his neck with the leash firmly in my dad’s hand. He was alternating sucking between dad’s and Chief’s cock, both of whom were in leather pants and jackets. Dad and the Chief were kissing, while twisting each other’s nipples. The sound of my presence in the room didn’t deter them one bit and as I saw the scene play out, I couldn’t help but being a little aroused, alongside the shock of it all. Dad and the Chief’s lips parted, before dad turned towards me with a smile on his face. He walked up to me until his nose was almost against mine, and I found myself frozen and unable to move. “We have been expecting you son, it’s time to get started.” WTF was dad talking about. “Started with what?” “Your future son, it starts here tonight. Now, STRIP!”

Part XVIII I laid down on the bed and tried to think what I had been doing? I went to a bar to help a gay friend get his ass filled with as much poz cum as possible so he could join our other buddies like that. While there we had all gotten pretty drunk and me probably more so than the others. I know buddy had been in the so-called back room there and had taken a good dozen or more poz loads, but according to my friends, I had ended up joining him there and had also taken about that many loads in my STRAIGHT ass also. What the hell? Then to top it off, I was so drunk they basically had to pour me into a car which ended up at the poz guy's place from the parade we had been to. There, because I was so drunk and also pretty much passed out, they had stripped me and put me in his sling to sleep. While in that sling, several more guys had used my ass as a cum dump, all poz, all night long. Then guy who lived there got me out of the sling and into his bed and had again fucked me there. I had finally woke up in the late afternoon with his cock still in me and getting harder by the second and he had fucked me again and filled my hole more. Then buddies came in and fucked me and then into the night again, more and more. Now, here it was Sunday morning and I was just really coming around and finding out that I had, since Friday night, probably taken 50 or more, all poz, loads in my ass and had a butt plug in me holding it all in me. WOW My mind was completely blown away. My ass was sore as hell and since I had cum quite a few times myself, my own cock and balls were aching also. I had a lot to think about for sure. What do I do now? I know I loved my wife still and loved pussy but I just can't seem to resist cock now either and knowing it was poz just seemed to excite me all the more. I found myself craving more even now with my ass so sore I could hardly sit. I also know catching it is a life sentence but do I really want that or not? I don't have much time to decide as I had looked up the window for getting PeP and was at about 36 hours or so since my first exposure Friday night. I have to figure out what to do soon. It wasn't helping much as guys kept walking through the bedroom to the toilet, naked, and some with semi or fully hard cocks. I could also see them pass back and forth in the hallway at times too. Just seeing a cock now had me excited and more in need of one. I shouldn't until I can think straight and figure out my total feelings. Should I just embrace what I am doing and keep getting fucked and become poz or get the hell out of there and get to the doc and get it hopefully stopped. What a decision for a guy who had never even thought about sex with another guy until the pride parade and now, wow, how many cocks and loads had been in me since. 70, 80, nobody really had an exact amount, but had to be a hell of a bunch for a STRAIGHT guy. LOL I couldn't find my clothes but did find a pair of cut off jean shorts that fit pretty well. Put them on and headed out of the bedroom to check the house out and see if I could get at least a piece of toast to eat as I hadn't eaten since Friday supper and now it was Sunday noon or close to it. I found the stairs and went down. I found out the bottom seemed to be just off of the livingroom. I entered there and could see another opening into what looked to be the dining room and headed that way thinking it was probably closer to the kitchen anyway. As I entered the dining room I heard a noise coming from my right and turned that way to look. I could see another open doorway and headed towards it to see if someone could direct me to the kitchen. I got to the doorway and found there was a quite large room beyond it and it seemed to be set up for one thing only, SEX. There was the sling I was learning to know so well, a bench of some kind, straps and chains seem to be hooked to the wall on one side and on the far end of the room were shelves that looked from where I was to be loaded up with about every type of sex toy you could imagine. This was not the only thing. There were at least a dozen guys in there and all doing some form of sex with each other. I was able to recognize a couple of my work friends and then spotted the owner and bud from the parade. Just as I spotted him and he saw me, I felt a hand from behind me grab my ass and work it's way up the leg of the shorts to my hole in nothing flat. I turned to see who and it was the guy from the parade who had originally popped my anal cherry. He smiled and said hi, that ass still looks and feels so good I couldn't resist touching. We both laughed a little. The owner made his way over to us then and wanted to know if I was ready for some more play? I told him no, I was hoping to get him to let me get a bite to eat as I was starving. He grinned and told me he had something to feed me, but told me to just follow him. He was laughing at his own joke but led me to the kitchen. He asked what I wanted and I told him that anything would do, I just needed something in my stomach. He told me I had to have had something in there as he was sure I had swallowed a few loads also. He rummage in his fridge and came up with sausage and eggs and asked if that would be good. I told him that looked great to me. He started fixing them and put some bread in to toast. Didn't take long and we were both sitting on his pation eating an extremely great meal. As we ate we talked. He told me he could tell I was conflicted, it showed in my face. I agreed and told him I had no idea what to do. What I was becoming or anything? He told me he had been that way a few years ago also. He had dated women and then, like me had got drunk at the 'wrong' time? He had been fucked by three poz guys and had not realized what it meant at the time and there was no PEP then either. He had definitely got the socalled normal fuck flu and finally had gotten tested to find out he was poz. He had no idea either what to do but after thinking about it for a while had decided he liked the gay play more than pussy and went with it ever since. He also fantastically enjoyed pozzing others and found out he was having the best sex he had ever had now. He also explained that it might not be for everyone. Some guys totally freaked about it and never recovered fully. Some were soso about it and then there were the, actually, few, like him, who embraced it fully and went for it and enjoyed every minute of it. He told me he had tried meds before but some side effects he didn't like and went off of them for long periods and spread his viral load a lot during those times and then would go back until undectable again. I told him he was right, I was conflicted terribly about it. I found I loved being fucked by a lot of guys and finding them poz got me so worked up I could hardly sit still, but, at the same time I was married and didn't want to be poz either. I told him this whole damn conversation kept me worked up even and my damn cock was right this minute hard as a rock talking about it. What the hell should I do? He told me he had no answer really as it had to be my own decision about what was right for me. He then said he would love to help me get rid of that 'hard' distraction though. We both laughed good then, which kind of helped take the edge off of the talk. He then slid off of his chair and under the table and before I knew it my cock was swallowed down his throat as he started to suck me. I almost came unglued it felt so good. He sucked me for a bit and then slid my chair back more and all at once picked me up without losing my cock out of his mouth and then set me down on one of the chaise loungers on the patio. He continued to suck me and it did not take long before I felt my balls churn and I was erupting down his throat. As I was finishing cumming and before I, again, knew what was up, he all at once pushed me further up on the seat and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plunged his own cock deep into my ass in one thrust. I was caught off guard and groaned as that huge cock rammed all the way into me and then he was pounding my sore hole hard. In only about 10 minutes he ground his cock in as deep as he could push it and I felt it throbbing as he pumped another load of his charged cum deep inside me. As we both caught our breath, he told me to now start thinking about what I wanted to do and let him know soon. He then got up and went inside leaving me laying there trying to think and not being able to form a cohesive thought even. WOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO?