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Part 6: Will Converts Two Sundays later I was meant to preach, but when my alarm went off, I found myself waking up to the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so sick, as if the worst flu of my life had taken hold. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, calling Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. What’s up?” “I’m really not feeling well,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to be in for the service. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just rest, and we’ll see you when you’re better.” “Thanks,” I said. I fell back to sleep for what felt like hours. My phone eventually woke me up, Dominic’s name on the screen. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Hi,” I groaned. “Is everything okay?” “I’m really sick,” I told him. “I’ve never felt this bad before.” “How long have you felt like this?” “Since this morning.” “Look, I’m on my way back. I’ll come over. Just text me your address and where you keep a spare key.” I did as he said and fell back to sleep. When I woke up next, I felt something pressing against my back, something warm and big. “You’re awake,” Dominic said, whispering into my ear. “You made it,” I said. “Wait. You should go. I don’t want you to get sick.” “I won’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already been sick.” “What? When?” “Twenty years ago,” he said. I didn’t understand. “Dom, you can get sick again.” “Not with this,” he said. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve got the fuck flu,” he said. “You can only get it once.” “What, like when you lose your virginity?” “No,” he told me. “Only when you’ve been pozzed.” I waited quietly, trying to understand him. “What are you talking about?” “When someone who is poz fucks someone who isn’t, that other person, hopefully, becomes poz too.” “But, what does poz mean?” “It means positive,” Dominic said. “Positive with HIV.” I was silent as the reality set it. “You mean, you’re HIV positive?” “Sure am,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. “And now, so are you?” “What?” “That’s why I fucked you four times,” he said. “I needed to make sure that my strain infected you.” I felt my stomach turn, my skin growing cold. “You knew this would happen?” “I was hoping it would,” he said. “That’s why I opened the cut in your hole again. That’s why I dug my nails into your hole, making sure my cum could get to your blood.” “You did this on purpose?” “Of course, I did,” he said. “But why?” “To make you mine,” he said, holding me tight. “I’ve converted forty-nine men in my life.” He looked down at his arm, running a hand over the tally marks. “I remember each of them. But with you, you’re different.” “Why am I different?” “You’re the forbidden fruit,” he told me. “You’re the man of God, the incorruptible. From the moment I saw you at the gym, I knew I wanted you.” “At the gym? We met at my church.” “That’s where you saw me,” he said. “I saw you at the gym weeks before. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to meet you. When one of the workers told me who you were, I knew I had to fuck you, to convert you. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. It wasn’t until last Sunday when we were talking after your sermon that I knew you wanted me. All I had to do was get you to my place.” “This was a trap?” I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back tears. “You did all of this to infect me? Why would you do that?” “To be with you,” he said. “I didn’t just do it to stealth you. I did it because I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. I want my strain to be a part of your body forever. I want you to carry a part of me until you die. That’s why I did it. I wanted you. And I know, deep down, you want me.” “No,” I cried, trying to push him away. My arms were too weak. “You may not feel it now, but you’ll realize it soon.” “No. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to go to the hospital.” “It’s too late,” he told me. “You’re already converting.” I closed my eyes tight and cried. “I know it’s scary now, but soon you’ll understand how much I want you. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay until you feel better. If you still feel the same, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. But, if you change your mind, which I think you will, I promise to make you mine and show you a life you’ve never even imagined.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I was reeling. How could someone do something like this? I thought back to that night, going over everything he said. I remembered him saying that he wanted to make me his. I remember him saying that he wanted to convert me. I just didn’t understand what any of that meant. I did now, and I was scared. I fell asleep for several more hours. My mind was still filtering through everything I had just learned. I was now HIV positive. A lead pastor, a straight virgin, was now poz from having been fucked four times by a gay man. What had I done? Moments from the night played in my head, the way I sucked his dick, the way he inserted his fingers inside me. I could still feel his cock inside me. I could taste the cum. I could feel his warm body against mine, holding me close. It all felt amazing. It all felt like exactly what I wanted. Why can’t you have it, my mind asked? If Dominic can have it and he’s poz, why can’t you? You loved being with him. You loved having him inside you. You loved tasting him and smelling him. You never imagined sex with a woman being that good. Why run away from something that can feel so right? Maybe your life isn’t ending. Maybe it’s just beginning. I woke up, my eyes glancing over to my alarm clock where I could see it was early morning Tuesday. I’d missed Monday entirely. I turned over and searched the room, finding Dominic standing in the corner, his phone to his ear. “I won’t be in today,” he said. “I’ll be out for a few days. Reschedule my appointments if you have to. Thanks, Chris.” He turned back to me and caught my eye. “Hey,” he said. “How do you feel?” “Bad,” I told him. “But not as bad.” He nodded. “Still hate me?” I thought about this seriously. Yes, there was a part of me that was furious, but there was an even greater part of me that found the whole idea exciting. “No,” I said. He smiled. “Good.” “I feel warm,” I moaned, pushing at the covers. “Here,” he said, pulling them off me. As he did, my naked body was revealed. Both of us took notice of my hard cock. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes, while you’re converting is when you’re the most horny.” “Really?” I asked. My hand moved down to my cock and took hold. “You’re right,” I groaned. Dominic pulled his shirt off and removed his pants, revealing no underwear underneath. “You look ready to go,” I said. “Well, call me hopeful,” he said. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to kick me out. I wanted to be ready.” I smiled. “Hold on,” he said, running out of my bedroom. He came back in with a water bottle. “Remember this” he asked, shaking the contents. “These were some of your last negative loads,” he said. “I wanted to save them to use as lube for when we fucked again.” “How romantic,” I said. I was too weak to lift my legs, so Dominic did it for me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He opened the bottle and poured out my cum into his hand, rubbing it on my asshole and then rubbing it on his dick. What remained he poured on my cock. “Use your neg loads to shoot our your first poz load,” he said, rubbing his own dick. “Fuck yeah,” I said, jerking my cock. He lined up his dick and pushed inside, my ass resisting the intrusion. I winced at the pain. “Here’s some poppers,” he said, holding out the vial. He pressed down on my nostril as I breathed in. Then he moved to the other one. Once I was high enough, he closed the vial and threw it to the side. He started pumping into me, his rhythm quick and sharp. “Are you ready for another dose of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, jerking my cock. “You want my dirty load?” “Yes.” “You want me to infect you again?” “Yes.” “Don’t shoot without warning me,” he said. “I want to collect it in the bottle he said. You understand?” I nodded. He kept fucking me, my ass tearing open again. “There’s a lot of blood on my dick,” he said, smearing it on his fingers. He slipped his fingers into my hole along with is cock, resulting in a cry of pain from me. “That feel good?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out his fingers and reached them out to me. “Taste your hole.” I stuck out my tongue as he reached his fingers inside my mouth. I could taste my cum, my ass juices, and my blood. All together, it tasted amazing. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I moaned, my hand picking up its pace on my cock. Dominic grabbed the water bottle and did his best to hold the opening to my piss slit. “I’m cumming,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” “Do it. Shoot your first poz load.” I cried as my cock shot out ropes of cum into the bottle, hitting the back and pooling inside. After nearly twelve pulses from my cock, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting for breath. “Fucking hot,” Dominic said, holding the bottle up to his eyes. “Now, I want you to drink it the moment I start coming. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, taking the bottle and holding it close. Dominic continued to fuck my ass, his pace speeding up as his breathing became shallow. “Here it comes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. “Are you ready? I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I poured my poz load into my mouth, holding it over my tongue, savoring the flavor of what I would soon taste every time I came. Dominic’s body shook until his orgasm subsided. His chest was heaving. I watched the hairy beast of a man who had pozzed me with wonder. Never had I imagined wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted to be with Dominic. He was everything a man should be. He was perfect. For a brief moment, I realized something that both scared me and filled me with the greatest happiness. I believed Dominic was the one person I could truly love. The fuck flu lasted several more days. Once I was feeling good enough to move around on my own, I insisted that Dominic return to work. “You’ve got bills to pay,” I told him. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said. “Have your jock on, ready to fuck.” “I will.” “Do you think you’ll feel better in time?” he asked. “To fuck?” “No,” he said, smiling. “For your job? Remember, you’re a man of God.” “Oh,” I said, admittedly forgetting all about the church. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Could be hot,” he said. “I’d love seeing you up there preaching, knowing that I converted your ass but no one else knows.” “There’s no way anyone can know, right?” “You don’t have the biohazard symbol on your forehead,” he said. “Speaking of which, once we get you tested, do you want a biohazard tattoo?” “I never thought about getting a tattoo,” I told him. “Show me yours.” Dominic smiled. “You just want me to undo my pants and lift my shirt.” “I like seeing your body,” I told him. He undid his pants and lifted his shirt, revealing his tattoo. Admittedly, it did look hot. Knowing what it meant, knowing that it was proof of him being poz, being dangerous, it intensified his sexiness hundredfold. I reached out and pressed my hand against the tattoo, feeling his warm skin. “You’re getting me hard,” he said. “And you know I don’t have time to fuck.” “I’ll think about the tattoo,” I said. “If I say yes, will you do it?” “I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he said, kissing me. “What about a Prince Albert?” “You know I don’t know what that is.” “If I don’t tell you, it’ll be easier to get you to do it.” “Like when you converted me?” “Exactly.” “What is it?” “It’s a piercing,” he said. “It’s a metal ring through the head of your dick.” Just the idea made me wince. “I don’t think so.” “Could be hot.” “Keep thinking that.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

connor marched confidently down the sidewalk, his shoulder length black hair in the breeze, counting the houses along the way as he imagined his perfect first date. "abby" he nodded, fondly remembering the profile online. as he climbed the steps to the wood clad shotgun house he no sooner rapped against the door as it suddenly opened. "hey." remarked a sandy redheded guy in baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt. "is...abby here?" the boy smiled in response. "oh yeah! come on in my dude." Connor followed the young man down the narrow hall and into a living room as the television blared. "she literally just got into the shower. takes fucking forever...girls right?" connor nodded with a smile. "feel free to hang out and wait." Connor sat back on the futon and opened his phone. "Beer? its the end of the week, i always go for a cold one." The redhead thrust a can toward him. "sure" connor smiled as he sent a quick message to abby, letting her know he was waiting patiently, and settled back to watch the nonchalant redhead pick up his controller and dive back into whatever game was on the flatscreen. the minutes seemed to crawl slowly by as his once passing interest in the game gave way to struggling to even keep his head up. "Hey what did you say your name was again?" the boy remarked coldly as he stood up flipped the TV off. Connor struggled to dumbly squeeze out the first syllable of his name and as he slowly tried to rise from the couch, the red headed boy suddenly appeared before him face to face. "doesnt matter..." he muttered as he gently pressed a finger into the dazed boys chest, sending him crashing back onto the couch. Connor roused wide-eyed and with a sore head at the distant tintinabulation of oldies music. squinting in what appeared to be...another room? his heart began to pound as pieces of his situation came at him full speed. his eyes darting around, he appeared to be shackled to a..sling? stripped of his clothes. "someone fucking help me!!" he wailed, panic setting in as he rattled in futility against his padded restraints. but there came no response, only a low humming from the dark corner hall. "I'm as corny as Kansas in August.." Connors head darted about to try to locate the source of the oration. "High as a flag on...the Fourth of July..." came a slow refrain once again from the alto voice. "Hello?!?! who are you!?" Connor again strained his wrists as the trod of footsteps grew nearer. "No more a smart..." peeked from the darkness a 6'4 blonde boy with piercing green eyes and a shoulder bag, making his way closer. "little girl with no heart..." he strut forward theatrically a few steps, paused, and standing tall at the side of the sling leaned in to whisper, "I have found me a wonderful guy." Connor once again bellowed a cry for help, which was mockingly roared back with a smile, silencing his protest in shock. "It wouldnt be much of a dungeon, if people could hear you. Please try to calm down." the shapely boy stepped back to open his bag, sorting through various objects. "who are you? what is this? where is Abby." connor asked pensively. "Oh Im Corbin," the boy smiled a cheshire grin back to him once again, his pierced lips and nose glinting in the light. "Is that what we called her this time? how basic. Tiffany, now thats a name. I guess we didnt want to scare you off with too much formality." Corbin set his bag on the stand next to the captive young man and continued. "so...there never was one. My friends and I post these heartfelt little profiles online, and nice young men like yourself jump at them like flies to a bugzapper..." Corbin idly tugged at one of the chains as he continued. "See this weekend youre what we call the fuckstick. a free cock anyone can jump on and a hot little hole they can fill, no questions asked, and drain their balls all over you. I mean compared to online dating its perfect. no awkward hookups or small talk or status, just strrrrraddle the fuckstick and make it happen." Corbin beamed as he began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned alabaster abs, firm chest, and little black scorpion tattoo nestled just below his bellybutton. "im not gay." Connor protested obstinately. "I dont care mr..." Corbin fished out a wallet and peered into it, "connor. it doesnt matter." Corbin tossed the leather bifold aside and slid off his pants, picking up a large black marker. "I dont fuck dudes." connor roared once again in protest as the boy smirked, looming over his writhing form with ease and gripping a fistful of the boys long hair. "You fuck what i tell you to fuck, fuckstick." Corbin quickly sneered into his ear. "my name is Connor" the boy spat back as he was greeted with a slap across the face. "wrong. Connors not here this weekend, what is your name?" Corbin paused to watch the boy spit on him. "yummo..but not the right answer. what is your name?" Corbin wiped the spit from his face and into his mouth before winding up and slapping the boy again. As anger gave way to frustration, Connor shouted one last time in desparation, only to be rewarded once again with the sting of the boys hand across his face. "Baby, all you need to do, is just tell me your name..." Connors hopelessness momentarily gave way to blubbering as the dominant man gently brushed his cheek. "Fuck...stick." Connor whispered through clenched teeth. "Thats right such a pretty little fuckstick, now lie still.." Corbin brushed aside an errant tear from the boys face and ran his hand through his hair one last time before uncapping the marker and slowly stenciling his new name across his chest. "there we go. wouldnt be a very good fuckstick if people didnt know you were one." Corbin lectured at the defeated boy, gently pulling his long clear piece of plastic tubing nearer, "we're all hooked up and ready fuckstick, so this will only take a second." Connors heart began to race as he took immediate notice of the IV line in his arm. "what is this please dont do this.." he blurted one last time as Corbin began administering the needle into his line, "nice deep breaths for me fuckstick, the medicine is good for you..." Corbin slowly stroked the boys chest as a dim expression washed over his face. "see im really what you call more of a compliance officer or a coach i guess?" Corbin smiled as he felt the boys pulse slow and the struggling end "it doesnt matter. I help you get nice and ready." the ringing in connors ears was distraction enough as he felt the soft warm hand on his chest, Why was he here again? he sighed as the lights in the room seemed to dance about, only eventually gazing down to see corbins tattooed fist pump away at his uncut cock. "there we are fuckstick nice and high. nine whole inches! just like your profile said isnt it? im so glad you werent a fibber. does it feel good in my hand? lie back and let it leak a little for me slut im just getting to know you. we have all night." Had it been minutes? days? connor could barely keep track of what was happening in the room as his dick seemed to throb and ache all on its own, rock hard. "never shaved here?" Connor came back to earth just long enough to notice his dick had been marinating in a pool of its own precum. "whah?" he slurred curiously. He couldnt remember why he had to be here anymore, but Corbin seemed oddly familiar. "im not surprised, most straight guys dont..." Corbin remarked as he draped a warm wet towel over the young mans cock. "First rule of being a good fuckstick, people need to see your big pretty tool" filling his palm with shaving gel he idly remarked, "my daddy mostly taught me to keep shaved, see?" Corbin pulled his jock open to reveal his six inch pierced and tattooed uncut cock. "not a hair anywhere. now you..." Corbin pulled back the towel and began lathering the squirming boy up. "are you ticklish?" Corbin asked amusedly as he held the boys hips in place. "I remember my first time too, a little conscious, a little not, like a nice dream you cant wake up from. but! i was a good boy just like you fuckstick." Corbin smiled and Connor couldnt help but return his expression. "Sit still now." Corbin whispered and carefully razored the boy as he hummed along, removing his once full bush to expose the soft bare flesh below and as he wiped the last of the shaving cream he gave one final inspection before nodding to himself proudly. "now for the jewelery. not that youll need it since you were a very good boy and took your medicine. its just nice to see around a cock." Corbin reached back into his shoulder bag and produced a steel cockring. "this might be just a little cold at first, but it keeps that big greasy fuckmeat where people can appreciate it." Connor barely registered as he felt his prick, followed by each nut slowly slide into the ring which was pushed firmly against him. he briefly felt exposed as the metal seemed to do just what was advertised and push his genitals lewdly from his body. "I never know what our party guests prefer, fuzzy wuzzy or shaved...its so hard to really get it right you know?" Corbin tugged the boys hips closer, exposing him further as he pulled his cheeks apart, "not like your dosage. your weights right on your profile! it makes it so easy to keep you flying first class." Corbin looked up at the boy as he ran an index finger across his virgin asshole, eliciting a soft gasp. "thats right. feels so naughty doesnt it? am i the first boy to touch it for you? i suppose a little hair is okay fuckstick. youve got a very pretty little hole." popping the top off a tub of vaseline he held his greased fingers just at the precipice of the boys soft, forbidden entrance. "I know you probably dont trust me right now, but i promise, in just a few minutes youre going to open up like you never thought you could.

PART SEVEN "Let's go then," Jerome said and I unsteadily got to my feet to walk with him. "No need to lead the way," he said. "I've been over more than a few times before!" As we walked side by side, he burrowed a couple of fingers into my well-used hole. "Gosh, if you really were a virgin before David got a hold of you, that's well & truly over now!" I leant forward a little bit as we walked to give him easier access to my hole. "You're an instinctual bottom, the guys at the party are gonna love you". I was so excited to meet them! "I think it's only a queen, of course, but we'll make do" Jerome laughed as he lay on the bed, looking up at me. I knew where we wanted me, and I gently lay on top of him, my head on his chest. I was still so fucking horny, but I wanted to learn more about him. "Did you go to Mardi Gras with your friends?" "No, they all did but I didn't. I don't really like going to the Mardi Gras." "I'm sorry to hear that, I had a great time!" I replied, as I kissed his chest. "I'm sure you did! It's a wonderful time of year, and you'll go to some more perhaps." "I certainly plan to!" smiling up at him, as I kissed around his belly. "Why didn't you go?" "Just brings back too many memories for me of people that aren't here any more." "Oh, is that why you have the survivors party?" his hardening cock was under my chin now as my kisses went lower & lower. "That's exactly right, to remember the friends we've lost but also to bring some joy back into the group." Even though I could see some sadness in his eyes, his dick was rock hard. "Well I certainly hope I can do that" as I started to straddle him, looking into his eyes as I began to guide his cock into my hole. "Given what an insatiable slut you are, they're going to love you!" he laughed and he pulled me into a deep kiss as his cock started to fill up my eager hole. God, I remembered the times when I used to say someone was a slut in a derogatory way, now I took it as the greatest compliment! The thought of pleasing a whole bunch of guys like Jerome made me feel like I was on heat. I'd lost track of time while Jerome & I were kissing but I could feel someone move onto the end of the bed. I guess David was coming into say goodnight to us both. Jerome gently pulled me up a little further & I could feel two pairs of hands on my arse, both sets pulling hard on my cheeks. Not long after, I felt something pressing both against my hole, and Jerome's cock. Looking back, I could see David slowly trying to inch his dick inside me. "I don't think I can...I need the amyl!" I moaned, looking back. David slapped me across the face, "Shut the fuck up, if you want to go to Jerome's party you need to be able to do this without them." Jerome stroked my reddening cheek, "I know you can do it my boy, just open up for the two of us..." Looking into his eyes, it was like I was hypnotised. While I enjoyed David's roughness I did enjoy Jerome's tenderness as well. "I can feel him...he's almost there..." he whispered in my ears while I was almost blacking out from pain. I let out a scream as David gave one final thrust. "THERE he is! What a good boy...." The feeling was an incredible mix of pain & pleasure as I rocked between the two men. I knew my hole was being totally wrecked but I didn't really care now. I knew my role was to bring joy to men, as Jerome said, and that would be my purpose in life from now on. David grabbed my throat hard with one hand, and my arse clenched instinctively with the pain. Both men groaned in the pleasure my tightened arse gave them, while I passed out between them as David choked me. END OF PART SEVEN

This guy comes into town every other weekend or so, sometimes to visit family, but usually to visit the ABS. He's in his 40s and in pretty good shape, always has some scruff, and has a monster dick. He's a bi guy with a few kids (we even talked about what they did for him for Father's Day, just before we hooked up) which makes him so much hotter in my books, since he loves taking dick up the ass. We've played together several times when he's in town and he happens to love public sex like I do. We normally find a very out of the way place somewhere, usually in the back of his car, where absolutely nobody is ever going to see us. We also usually use condoms. This time, I was lying in bed around 1:30 am, up way later then I wanted to be. I was way too horny to sleep - all I could think about was someone sliding inside of me but I wasn't getting any hits on the apps. Finally, I see this guy on. I had seen him on earlier and messaged him, but he was probably balls-deep in some other guy, but I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He had just gotten off in someone unfortunately, so I went with my fallback plan: "Can I fuck you?" He was down for that. He happened to be on his way home so we quickly came up with a spot nearby where he'd wait for me to find him. Before, we usually chose spots nobody would even see our vehicles. This time we chose a park and ride. Several of the cars still had people in them. I got into the backseat of his car, where he'd laid the seats down and he was already naked. I joined him and he immediately started lubing up his ass. This time he didn't mention a condom. Neither did I. He laid down on his back and spread his legs for me and I plunged my raw cock inside his cheating hole and fucked him until he got hard, came, and finally made me cum inside of him. We cleaned up and then I left, passing a car with its headlights on and the guy inside just staring at me. I don't think this guy and I are going to be using condoms anymore.

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

There’s a lot to unpack here. You are conflicted on multiple levels because: 1. You’re uncertain how to approach accepting a homosexual or at least bisexual orientation given that your circle of people - and therefore we assume your upbringing - is largely conservative; 2. You have discovered not only that you like sex with men and feel strongly drawn to continue doing it, but you also find yourself drawn to relatively abusive and potentially dangerous couplings; 3. You had experiences involving substances and you credit those substances with greatly enhancing your sexual experience, but at the same time recognize the danger they represent and the physical harm they likely caused you; 4. You went into it with a fear of disease which was then borne out by your catching STDs, though not specifically HIV; 5. You fear an inability to control your own impulses; and 6. You come at this with a self-esteem issue that tells you that you aren’t worthy to be healthy and that you should do self-destructive things. Let’s start with No. 6. Many of the previous issues likely have their root in the last one. I would strongly recommend that you seek counseling not about your orientation, sexual proclivity, or drug use specifically, but to try to determine what drives down your self-worth, and work on building it up. A positive self-realization is necessary for a healthy acceptance of one’s own orientation and sexuality, and essential in being open about it with the people you know. Positive self-assessment provides the basis of confidence that allows one to sensibly judge risk versus reward, and to reject outside influences that are not in one’s interests. It allows you to place a realistic value on yourself and your health, and therefore be able to realistically determine whether having sex a certain way, or with a certain person, or using a certain substance, is in fact a good idea. Intentionally self-destructive acts are irrational, and point to maladaptive thought processes. You say that the primary feelings causing you distress are fear, shame, and unworthiness. Some of this appears to be based in internal conflict between your awakening desires and self-awareness, and the particularly and unfortunately negative consequences of your initial attempts. Had you not fallen prey to the types of men who used you in that way, your outlook might be different. It may be, therefore, that any determinative decision you make about your future along these lines will require further experience of a more representative range of possible partners. Other issues are clearly based in misinformation or incorrect assumptions. For instance, you seem to have bought into the notion that acquiring HIV is a benefit because you can then stop worrying about catching it. This is utterly misleading. Catching HIV only means you get to start worrying about having it, and you never get to stop thinking about it, not for a single day for the rest of your life. Forget that bullshit immediately and get on PrEP if you’re going to bareback. Don’t be a fool. No, this lifestyle isn’t an absolute guarantee of HIV, nor is HIV a death sentence if you get it (unless you refuse treatment), but you will face a significantly increased risk if you choose to fuck bareback. You buy your ticket and you take your chances. That’s it. Parachuting out of an airplane isn’t a guaranteed death either, but you’re much more likely to die doing it than if you stay on the ground. You’re afraid to try because you’re afraid you can’t resist your impulses? Nonsense. You just told us that you’ve resisted your own impulses so thoroughly that you haven’t let yourself have sex in over a year. Your impulse control is fine. What you lack is confidence in yourself. As to the drugs: Contrary to what any number of men on this site may say, Methamphetamine is bad shit and can damage your brain at the level of its ability to process neurotransmitters, among other things, quite aside from being horribly addicting and having a tendency to leave users with mouths full of rotten teeth. Sound attractive? No? I didn’t think so. Before you make the decision to devote yourself to a sex life marinated in chems, I strongly suggest that you give it a solid try without any of them and see how it works for you. You may find that not only do you not need them to have a good time, you’ll be better off for not having to take a week off work recovering from drug withdrawal. You sound like you’ve been doing a lot of diving in the deep end of the pool before you’ve really learned to swim. I’d spend some time in the shallow end if I were you.

While it's sometimes challenging to remain polite, if I can, you can too. Here's the list of House members who voted, and how they voted on the protection of marriage bill, which passed the House. If your Representative failed to vote yes, sent them emails, send them texts, and express your complete and total dissatisfaction with their vote. Mine have already heard from me via electronic means several times, but the actual written letters - which I blush to say are my particularly delightful specialty - won't arrive at their offices for a couple of days. There is a way to politely suggest they go perform a physically impossible sexual act upon themselves. [think before following links] https://clerk.house.gov/Votes/2022373 As always, be careful of cutting/copying, all of that. If you're not confident, merely type the preceding into your search engine. And, VOTE !!!!!

I hate to sound selfish, I don't like to see others become ill or not have the opportunity to protect themselves. So if I appear to be gloating I apologize. I really hope BZ members take this subject seriously. Less than 24 hours ago it was reported that the state of Florida had received 25,000 doses of the vaccine and they would be distributed based on the number of cases in each county. So for those in Florida I would advise you to ack quickly. Call your doctor or if you are involved with any Ryan White program contact your case manager as they may be able to tell you where you can schedule an appointment. I am very happy for my fellow BZ members who have either gotten the vaccine or have scheduled appointments. That is fantastic news and I have really happy for you guys. I hope everyone will take this seriously and act as quickly as possible to protect themselves.

Remember, this was only a fiction story, none of this should be done in real life. Of course jerking off to it isn't that bad, lol I will be working on the next installment of the kid soon

Fictional story Well it was a Friday night and me and my boyfriend are out with his friend Alessandro. We found a nice chill place, a small booth across from the long bar. I'm not a big fan of Alessandro. He makes me feel a little awkward. He's super cute. Totally my type. I'm obviously sexually attracted to him but I have to do everything possible to make sure nobody is aware of that. So I end up being awkward. I try not to even look his way. I've done it a couple of times and I caught his eye. I know one time my boyfriend saw it. Never mentioned it once. But I could tell he saw it and I was never sure if Alessandro was giving me the look or if it was just an awkward situation. But I knew I made it worse. My boyfriend had to run to the bathroom and then was gonna go to the bar, wait in the super long line and grab us more drinks. My boyfriend gets up, and we look at each other. "So." He says, hoping to jumpstart a conversation. "So." I responded, trying to come up with a topic. "I've seen you online..." He said, laughing a little. "What do you mean??" My first thought was maybe he saw my profile on Facebook and maybe wanted to add me or something. "You mean like Facebook," I asked. "Lol. No. I mean, uhmm. Something like "Raw dick 4 cumdump holes, lol". He responding, alluding to my profile on a bareback hookup site. "What the fuck are you talking about??" I responded. "Lol. Don't play dumb. I know you're a sleazeball." He said, in an accusatory tone, but still laughing a little. "So what??? Are you gonna say something??" I asked, now getting a little nervous. "I'm trying to stop." I pleaded. "Dude, relax! It will be our little secret." He stopped for a second and took the last sip of his drink. "You're a bad boy" he continued, laughing a little but giving me seductive looks. "You're a really bad boy." "What?? What are you talking about??" I responded back, a little more relaxed but still a little nervous. "I know you like it nasty. " He said in an accusatory tone. "What, what do you mean? What do you know?" "You fucked my friend Mark. White guy, cumdump on the north side." He responding laughing back at me. "What? I don't know what you are talking about." My mind started scanning for Mark who lived on the Northside. I couldn't think of anyone and then it hit me. Fuck yeah. He was a big slut. He pulled in closer to me, seductively looking into my eyes "You wanna fuck me? You wanna show me how nasty you get? Let me see how you handle the biggest slut in town." I looked up and I could see my boyfriend coming, distracted a little with our drinks and and his other friend Scott who was carrying the third drink and his own. "He's coming" I whispered and we moved back into our seats. "Omg that took forever. That muscle-y bartender with the beard??? That guy is so slow." "I was wondering where you were. You're boyfriend is boring me" Alessandro said rolling his eyes up. "Is he talking about football again?? Nobody fucking cares about it babe." My boyfriend said making fun of me for talking about football in the past. I was still in shock. My blood was rushing all over my body. I was trying to calm down so as to not draw attention to my boyfriend. "Babe, we're joking! You're so sensitive!" "Yeah, you're are too sensitive! But it's sexy. He's still a cutie" Alessandro responded looking at my boyfriend. "Yeah he's still a cutie" my boyfriend responded as he wrestled me playfully. My boyfriend turned to kiss me, then grabbed my arm and made out with me. As we pulled away for a split second I saw Alessandro locking into my eyes, and then signalling to look down as he exposed his jock. My cock jumped in my pants. It was harder than ever. It was pounding. "Damn baby, he gets horny when we kiss. He's always horny." My boyfriend says while holding my cock over my shorts. "I bet he does" Alessandro says and he laughs a little. We ended up leaving the bar and heading back to Allessandro's place, which was only a few blocks away. He lived 5 stories up a mid-rise building. I feel like this was all starting to be set up this way. We get up to his apartment and me, my boyfriend, Scott and Scott's friend Juan and Alessandro enter the apartment with all of the guests looking around. Everyone makes their way to the living room and sits on the couch and an arm chair. My boyfriend sits on me on top of the arm chair. We kiss back and forth and he'll look back at his friends and respond to their questions. "Just sit here and look pretty" he said to me in a joking manner. "Oh shit, there's no beer. Or Wine. I thought I had at least a bottle of wine." Alessandro couldn't find any alcohol. "Oh, well we can go get some." My boyfriend asked as he looked up at Alessandro. "Yeah that's no problem, it's just around the corner. Someone wanna come with me?" I didn't want to respond so fast. I wanted to go, but I didn't want to make obvious so I didn't say anything. "Yeah, no problem I can go." My boyfriend's friend responded. "NO! Lol. Baby go up and help him. " My boyfriend said. "No, no it's no problem, I can do it." His friend responded again. "NO! Babe, get up!". "Fine, fine" as I got out of the chair. We headed out of the apartment and started walking in the hallway and Alessandro said "Fuck, you almost blew that." "What??" "This whole thing, coming back here, no beer in the apartment - It's all so I could get you to fuck me in the stairwell." He stopped for a second before we reach the stairwell door. "Kiss me, I'm yours." He guided my hand towards his ass and I started to rub it while I kissed him passionately. "Stop stop" he said as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the stairwell. He walked up to the wall and pulled his shorts down exposing his ass in a green jock. "Mark your territory babe, make me your slut." He pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket and rubbed it all over my dick. I stuck my ass slowly in his ass, and he turned his head and kissed me, stroking my head a little. "fuck me hard baby!" hard and harder my dick got and the harder i fucked. "You like when I call you baby" he asked and I continued to fuck. "fuck yeah I do" as I fucked harder. "Oh baby, am I you're baby?" "Fuck yeah baby, yeah I want to cum up your ass so bad." "Baby I want it so bad. I want your cum up my ass. Give it to me baby!" I couldn't hold it any longer. "UHHH OOOOOH' FUCK!" I started to cum and pulled him closer with my cum spraying up his ass for 10 seconds, then weakens. A few seconds later, another load sprays up his ass. He goes to pull up his shorts and turns around and kisses me passtionately again. "This will be our little secret" We went to the store, came back to the apartment with a six pack of beer and two bottles of wine. "Fuck where were you two?? We want some booze!" My boyfriend asked as we started to open the wine and some of the beers in the kitchen. While they are talking loud in the living room, Alessandro looks at me and says "I'm serious. I'll be your whore if you want to. You can use my ass anytime you want." And then walked away with a couple glasses of wine and left me in the kitchen, where I had to adjust my underwear again as he just made my cock so hard. We walked into the living room and I repositioned myself back next to my boyfriend. He got back on my lap and he laid his head on my shoulder in order show a little effection. Then looked back up at me and gave me a dirty look. I'm not sure if he was joking around or he suspects something happen. Or maybe he was testing me. The conversation continued on as we moved from topic to topic. Then we got to Alessandro's sex life. My boyfriend started off "Well, Alessandro has a very interesting sex life. He's the self described "nastiest cumdump in the area". "WHAT??" Scott responded in shock. "Like, you let men fuck you without a condom?" Juan seemed intrigued and ask "How many loads have you had in one day?" "10, 11," Alessandro said looking at Juan in a seductive look. "You like fucking cumdumps like me?" "If you're as nasty as you say you are" he looked back. A little awkward silence then everyone started laughing. Juan looked up to him and ask "you looking to get fucked now?" "I'm already ready." "ARE YOU GUYS GONNA FUCK WHILE WE ARE HERE??" Scott asked. "Well, we are gonna fuck in the bedroom. Hope that's no problem. We'll be quick." Alessandro responded. Scott insisted on leaving "Okay I think it's too late anyways, I'm heading out." Now it was just the 4 of us left. "No, no. Don't do it in the room. I wanna watch you guys get fucked while my baby fucks me" my boyfriend asked. He was super horny and started to kiss all over me. "Babe, I want your cock inside of me while I watch them fuck." We started to kiss even more passionately. The other two were now standing. Alessandro's shorts down on the ground, while Alessandro pulled out Juan's dick and rubbed it. My boyfriend turned around and pulled down his pants and sat on my face. I licked his ass while he moaned loudly like a slut. "Wait wait" My boyfriend stopped and came up with an idea. "We go into the room and get ready, and we'll let you know when we are ready for you two." Both bottoms walked into the bed room. You could hear some house music, and then the light changed to sort of a bluish color. They tell us to come in and there they both are ass up, wearing jocks. Alessandro has marked a single line on his ass, to indicate how many loads he took tonight. It was so hot. Both bottoms were making out with each other. Both of us tops were naked and then we both started to fuck. I squeezed my dick into my boyfriend and so did Juan to Alessandro. "OH FUCK!" As Juan squeezed into Alessandro. I was so turned on watching his dick get covered in my cum. "Oh babe you're cock is so hard inisde me" my boyfriend said to me as he moaned from me fucking him. "Cum in me baby, I want your cum so bad." "You can use my ass anytime you want to" Alessandro said to Juan as he fucked him harder and hard "I never say no to any man" "FUCK" Juan said as he fucked harder and harder. "Cmon, use me like a whore" Alessandro said and Juan fucked any harder "OH FUCK YEAH I AM GONNA CUM." And then I started feel my balls drain "FUCK BABY, I AM CUMMING IN YOU BABE!!" We started to clean up and then my boyfriend asked Alessandro "When did you get the first load?" "Uhhh when we were at the bar." "Really? When? When I got drinks and went to the bathroom?" "Oh maybe it was before we met." I couldn't tell if my boyfriend suspected anything or if it was all in my head. As we headed out for the night, started to leave. And then he said "No wait!" "Grab this. Take your dish please! You keep forgetting to get it." Alessandro telling me to grab my boyfriend's dish he brought over for a pot luck. The other two wait in the hallway and I walked back to the kitchen. He pretended to go through the kitchen cupboards to buy time "Am I still your baby?" he asked quiet enough nobody else could hear "well I mean" "No, I wannabe your baby. Treat me like a whore. I'm your slut - OH HERE it is" as he hands me the dish. "You can fuck my ass anytime you want to." "Okay, thanks for the dish, have a good night" I said horned as fuck again as I walked out of the apartment. The next few days, I tried hard to forget it. I was hoping Alessandro was too. I felt it was all too risky. Especially the way he would signal to me when my boyfriend was around. And what's up with him insisting that I call him baby? I couldn't help it though. I was so turned on. I get a text message "I want to see you." It was from an unrecognized contact. "It's me. Alessandro" followed by a picture of his ass bent over filled with cum. "Oh, it's you?" I responded back, worried about him texting me. If my boyfriend finds this, I will get caught. "What are you doing texting me here?" "I'm coming over. My ass is filled with cum. I want you to fuck me on your guy's bed." "What the fuck??? No." "Babe, let me up. I'm downstairs." followed by another text "I know he's not home. We got time. He just texted me." "Fuck, you shouldn't be here!" "Let me up babe, my ass is leaking. I buzzed him in and my cock was so hard. He got up to me place and I open the door for him. He walked into the apartment and we kissed each other as the door closed. "I missed you so bad baby" "I miss you too!" "Yeah, you miss me baby??""Yeah I did." "Call me baby!" He demanded as he started to pull my cock out. "Call me baby and I'll be the best slut you will ever use. Don't you want all this cum in my ass all over your dick??" "Ok baby" I relectently agreed. He lead me into the bedroom where he lead me on the bed. We kissed some more while we got naked. He was now naked wearing a jock and we repositioned some pillows while he laid on his back with his legs spread open. "I wanna show you what a slut you are." We got closer to him and kissed him while i positioned my dick up his ass. It was so loose and filled with cum. His legs up in the air as I kept fucking him. It was so easy to enter him. "Oh baby, I am a slut for you. Give me your cum. I am your side pussy baby" "You're such a whore" "Can I be your whore baby" "Yes baby you're now my whore" "Oh baby!" as he grabbed my face and started kissing more. I fucked harder and harder. Harder and harder. It was so wet. And then "FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!!". Shot, shot, and one more shot. "Aww baby you fuck me so good!" As he got his clothes together, he mentioned "He's suspicious by the way." "WHAT???" "Yeah, I can tell. He keeps asking questions." "Like what kind of questions." "Like when I screwed up and said I got the first load in the bar." "Well, how does that affect me??" "I dunno, but I think he figured it out." I was panicking. Ahh I knew this would blow up in my face. "It's okay baby. I don't care, I wanna see you more," he pleaded. "I wanna be the biggest whore ever for you. I'm serious. I take loads all the time. My ass is always loaded for you." After Alessandro left the apartment, I realized his smell had been lingering in the apartment. "Fuck." I tried to fan it away, did everything possible to mask the smell. Another thing I was either too paranoid about, or he could smell him. A couple days later after coming home from work, I was welcomed with a big surprise. I walked into the bedroom to see the boyfriend bent over, wearing a jock and a mask. "Damn baby, this is hot!" I started to pull down my pants "Yeah fuck I love this!". "I knew it! I knew you were into this!" "Wh what do you mean?" "I know you're cheating on me!!" "No, baby, I'm not." "LIES!" and he took off his mask. "What do you like about those guys?" he asked as he turned around on the bed. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Dude, just be upfront. I know what you do!" Silence. Blood pumping. Shame. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" I thought in my head. Then he got on his back and lifted his legs up in the air. Then he starts to push. Push a little more, and then cum flowed out of his ass. 'I'm gonna start cum dumping for men. If being a cumdump will keep this relationship together. Plus I wanna take more loads." More silence. "Now, if you don't mind. I have a guy coming up." I could hear someone walking up the stairs and then a knock on the door. A short, stocky guy was at the door. "Uhmm" he looked awkward when I opened the door. "He's in the the room." My boyfriend was bent over waiting to take some loads. The man walked into the bedroom and then closed the door.

I love hot humid Southern Ontario summer nights. Especially when my hubby is away like this particular one. I had tossed back three generous gin and tonics with my rare barbecued steak for dinner and it was getting dark. I decided to head out for a walk wearing only sandals and red flimsy gym shorts. They did little to conceal my semi erect cock and if I wasn't careful it could grow and peek out through the leg. This knottiness mixed well with the booze in my system and the sensual humid air. I walked the railtrail beside our bay hoping this might be one of those rare nights I came upon someone interested in an anonymous encounter. Other than the voices of some teens likely skinny dipping I didn't meet or hear anyone. That is until I got to the high end condo under construction next to the trail. A security company vehicle sat by the side of the fenced work site and a young guy in his uniform sat in the driver's seat, window rolled down. The closer I got I could make out he was a turbaned East Indian. Probably 20 years old, small stature and warm inviting smile. I approached his open window and we chatted about the weather, sports and some sporty cars that drove by. He was a sexy little bugger and I had to sheild my crotch with my hand. He noticed and grinned. I asked if he was alone at this site all night. "Yes " "It must get boaring?" I added. "Yeah, a bit. Don't tell anyone but sometimes my girlfriend drops by to help with that. " "Oh. Is she coming tonight?" "No, she's also at work." I was disappointed to hear she existed but decided to go for broke. "Does she suck your cock to help pass the time?" "No! Are you kidding? She's very religious. " "Have you ever had your cock sucked?" "No." "Do you want to change that tonight?" "I don't want to get in trouble. Besides who would do it? You?" "It would be my pleasure. We could slip inside out of sight. " "No I don't think so. " My erection was now poking out the leg of my shorts and I could see his trousers tenting. "Could we be quick? I don't want to loose my job." He opened the gate and we scrambled into the middle of the unfinished building. I slipped out of my shorts, crouched and opened his trousers. To my delight I was facing a ten inch long straight pole of an erection. I knew immediately which hole I needed this beautiful cock in. I proceeded to give him a very well practiced blowjob and from his moans I didn't need to ask if he was enjoying it. When I figured I'd edged him close to shooting I stopped and told him I wanted him to fuck me. "I don't have a condom, do you?" he asked. "Let's go to the roof I responded ignoring his question. I didn't bother gathering my shorts and had him equally as naked by the time the elevator cage reached the roof. I led him by the hand to the bay side of the building. I leaned against the railing and directed him to move in behind me. When he was in place I grabbed his magnificent cock and teased it against my hole. I pushed back and as his head penetrated I gasped. He asked; " Are you sure?" "Never more so was my enthusiastic response. Slowly but surely I pushed back 'til he was balls deep. This was all too much for his virgin cock and he blasted away deep into my guts. Immediately he apologized and I assured him there was nothing to apologize for. "But I came in your ass." "Exactly what I was hoping for, Thanks. ... You're not getting soft. Why don't you keep going?" He needed no encouragement and was pounding away at my sloppy hole. He fucked two more loads into me before we heard the elevator gate slam shut. We hadn't heard it move being so engrossed in our fucking. "My supervisor! Shit, my clothes are on that elevator. What are we going to do?" "I suggest you keep fucking." Came the deep voice of the handsome bear that was already slipping out of his clothes. The young Indian was to frightened and backed away. The supervisor now naked and sporting a beer can thick six inches dove into my ass with his bearded mouth. When he pulled off licking his lips he said. "Fuck, better than I thought. How many loads have you pumped into this trespasser?" "Three" "Well time for me to catch up!" And he plunged balls deep into me proceeding to rail me for the next hour and blast me full of three loads. "You ready to go again. " he asked the young Indian. The 10 inch cock was back up my ass and the supervisor was backing his ass hole onto my raw cock. We found the perfect train rythm and 20 minutes later when the guard emptied again into my flooded ass I shoot my load into supervisor. None of us got dressed until we got back to the ground floor where the supervisor's deminor became very officious. "Don't ever let me catch you trespassing here again or you'll get more than 'security deposits.' I wondered what he meant as I walked home not even trying to keep the cum from leaking onto the ass of my gym shorts.

Hi! So recently I've become 18 and was wondering how to start pigging out. I'm still a virgin but I know I'm an absolutely bottom especially around heavier men. Being on this site and going through all the post always makes me to reenact half your guy's stories. But to cut to the chase I've been wondering where to start maybe nothing too rough for a first time but still enough to get hooked up on dick for the rest of my life. All advise I'll take into consideration thanks!!!

Given the risk of STIs when we fuck raw, and the fact that there are already drug-resistant strains of common STIs - we'd be kinda fucked if one of those strains to become common. (One of the reasons why I've banned STD fetish on this site.) Were that to happen, getting gonorrhea or chlamydia could require hospitalization. There are 20 million STI infections in the US each year - so this is a BIG problem. And given how poorly a Democratic-led administration is handling Monkeypox, if a Republican is in the White House even less will probably be done since they'll see it as "the wages of sin". BUT THERE'S GOOD NEWS! Rockefeller University is this weird little university here in Manhattan - squeezed into a campus along the East River. No one talks about it all that much, but I keep seeing their name pop up in relation to scientific advances - so they're doing something right… Put into easier terms - antibiotics come from bacteria (since bacteria fight each other). But many bacteria can't be grown in the lab which severely limits the antibiotics that can be studied and deployed. Rockefeller scientists figured out how to create synthetic versions of the bacteria so we can study and deploy a much wider range of antibiotics. They seem to already have one that works on some rather nasty bugs, but many more could from the process they've come up with. Here's the full article with more detail… https://apple.news/Aud-NfBU3R7Sh1kOugUiOfw

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Gentlemen, I’m happy to remind you that I have won a gold medal 🥇 at every Wolrdwide International 7-continents Rimming Contest during the last 23 years. Many competitors have tried to unseat me … and seed me … but no one has come close. Seriously, it’s my favorite thing to do - and I’m damned good at it. I don’t just lick the crack and hole. That’s only the start. My duty when I eat your ass is to slowly open you up and get you to relax. Whether it’s with my tongue, my fingers, my dick, toys or a speculum, I want your hole to open up and relax. I want your lips to get swollen and puffy. I want to snake my my tongue into your hole, I want to reach the pink inside of your ass. I want to be able to flick the tip of my tongue and reach nerve endings you never realized you had. I don’t want to just simply make your eyes roll back in your head; I want your eyes to spin while I am servicing your ass. And then … I’ll climb on top and fuck you!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jlwed6uTIFTe damn that looks like it felt amazing!

I think it's true that gay men deepen and refine their Lusts as they age. What used to be fantastic sex 20 years ago is still ok, but more like a transmission stuck in 1st gear. Once hiv became treatable, i.e. guys could survive it, I noticed a more finely-honed sense of abandon in the fuckjoints. Sort of like 'we made it through, we're still alive, so let's fuck like there's no tomorrow' kind of mindset. Prior to that, there weren't anywhere near as many men acting out truly wanton behavior on such a broad scale as before hiv. Add to that the inclination to seek ever-deeper depravities to bring the same thrill we used to achieve through less demonstrative acts, and those of us of a certain age find ourselves drawn more and more to bluntly, overtly, sexual practices. Thirty years ago, if I ran into myself today in some fuckjoint, I'd think "what a dirrrrrty Pig that guy is", and move on. Sucking off a couple of Cocks in the steamroom just doesn't carry the same thrill it did years ago. Fucking one guy, or maybe two just doesn't ring the bell like it used to. But I'm happy with who and what I've become. I don't mind if some guy sees me in action, and thinks to himself, geez - what a filthy dirty perverted pig that guy is. I kinda like it. It only encourages guys that share my Lusts, and discourages the more vanilla guys I don't want to waste time with anyway. This hasn't happened, but if some more vanilla guy (particularly a little younger) actually asked me why I do what I do, I'd be happy to buy him some lunch somewhere and explain it in every sodden detail. I like who and what I've matured into.

CHAPTER 2 I had never understood young people who won’t fuck old men. If I absolutely had to get fucked, I’d rather be with an experienced adult than a sweaty, closeted college frat boy who’s never heard of lube and hits like a jackrabbit with Tourette’s. Pull up the Myers-Briggs of gay boys who DO sleep with mature men, however, and there are three types of twinks. The first are the twinks who only fuck older men for money but would never hang out with or date them. Obviously an acceptable profession in my book, but a poor, one-dimensional way of looking at the men who were our best and most fulfilling customers. Next are the twinks who want to be hunted by a confident, silver wolf daddy. They want a sleazy, sexy, horny old man to separate them from the herd and bring them to a back alley where they can submit to the cumdump fantasies they dream about at night. They want to be demeaned and used by someone with infinitely more experience than a child like them could ever hope to achieve. Lastly, there are the twinks with low self-esteem and daddy issues. No way to sugar coat it, these are the twinks who had cystic acne in high school and considered themselves worthless, but as puberty waned and their skin turned smooth they discovered hair dye, liquor, and bars full of old men just waiting to give them the unconditional love and appreciation that no parent or classmate ever did. Jessie did fuck older men on the right day, and she was the poster child for type three. I returned to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. My new friend was sitting on my bed stroking his hard cock to a picture he had pulled off the wall. I went to lie down next to him. The picture was one of my favorites of us posing in tight, tiny catholic school jumpers I had stolen from my sisters. In a fit of blind insanity last year we had found a creepy trucker to bring us to the Pride festival in Chicago, and had worn the tiny skirts at the parade. It was good memory, and it made me feel a little bad about what I was doing. I pushed it aside. “He good? How are we doing this?” I heard the shower thud on outside and pushed my doubts out of my head. “When she gets out of the shower, she’ll be ready to go. Now stop calling her ‘he’ and maybe you’ll actually get to fuck her.” I explained Jessie’s special brand of low self-esteem and dysphoria until we heard the shower turn off. **** Jessie opened the bathroom door, still dripping a bit. Thanks to the tina her shower had taken a longer than usual, but she’d made it through eventually despite her increasing horniness and her fuzzy brain not focusing on simple tasks. She’d put a couple fingers in her ass part way through, making the shower take even longer and doing nothing besides making her even more horny. Maybe Cam would fuck her. He didn’t want to very often and never when he was sober, but once in a blue moon she could catch him in a sweet spot between starting to smoke and arriving in Loo Loo Land. She padded down the hallway to her bedroom, toweling off her hair. As she did, Cameron’s door opened and a gentleman no older than 50 stepped out, tucking in a fitted white button up and carrying his jacket, tie, and belt. They both stopped short, and Jessie quickly pulled her towel from her head to cover her small, naked cock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was just in the shower.” She expected the man to be awkward at being caught, the way closet cases usually were, but he smiled and started forward again. “Wow, are you the roommate? You’re beautiful…. you look like a princess.” Caught off guard, Jessie giggled and blushed. “Oh wow, thanks so much!” The man circled her. “You have such a beautiful body, I’ve never seen a girl like you before.” As he reached her his hand wrapped around to her bare ass. “Oh my god, and this ass…. Its so round and sexy. You’re so hot, I would do anything to make you my girlfriend…” His hand felt warm, almost hot, as it grabbed a handful of her cheek and squeezed. She felt the horniness rising again as he complimented her and instinctively pushed back into his hand. His other hand wrapped around her to grab her waist and she was pulled to face him, still holding the towel. “That’s all so nice to say, but I was about to go get dressed…” “Oh, I don’t mean to keep you, I can let you go…” The man said, reaching around to squeeze her ass with both hands. “Please, can I just play with it for a second before you go, just for a minute… You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, I would be crazy not to look at you for a second.” He felt so warm and she was getting so horny, Jessie didn’t quite know what to say. Her head was fuzzy and she tingled as he touched her. He was so nice, and she didn’t want to be rude… She smiled and turned around, walking backwards a few feet to the edge of their living room and sticking her ass out as she walked to give him a show. “Oh baby, you’re so beautiful…” The man was following close behind, unbuttoning his pants. He pushed her forward to bend over the back of the couch and she felt him grab her ass and give each side a gentle shake. He groaned softly and dove in with his tongue, pushing past her cheeks to lick her tight hole. The sensation was incredible, her head was swimming and she felt like her entire body was wired to his tongue. He licked her softly at first, then pushed deeper inwards. Her hole, still relaxed from her fingers in the shower, opened for his tongue. She tried to pull back to reality as he pushed a finger inside. “I really should go, but thanks for all the things you said, you’re really nice…” He didn’t stop. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever seen… I can’t believe how tight and pink it is, and this beautiful little clit.” He reached between her legs and began to rub her soft cock as he attacked her ass with a second gentle finger and shook her cheeks more, causing her to moan. Her brain melted again as he stood up, letting his pants fall down and revealing a large, rock hard cock. He rubbed it on her hole as she moaned in pleasure, and her horniness took over entirely as she crawled over the back of the couch and turned around to suck his cock. It was an amazing cock, she decided. How could anyone with a cock like this and such nice things to say be paying for sex, even if Cam was hot. It made no sense. “Ugh baby, you’re so good at this…” The man said, making her blush. She worked even harder as he reached back and squeezed her ass again, reminding her what she really needed. She spread her legs as far as she could while kneeling on the couch, revealing her small, pink asshole and rubbing her small cock on the couch beneath her. He came around the side of the couch and stood behind her, stroking his slick cock as she pushed her ass back towards him. They both moaned as he rubbed his cock on her hole again, then he pushed forward, burying his cock to the hilt and making her cry out. “Yeah, baby, you like that…?” He pulled out and pushed all the way in again, making her moan as her fuzzy brain begged for more. “You love when I fuck your pussy, don’t you?” “Oh god, yeah… fuck my pussy….” She gasped as he began to fuck her harder, slamming his cock into her hole and driving her into the couch. Pinned between her body and the fabric, her own cock tingled. There’s no way Cam wouldn’t have heard them by now… maybe he was smoking more of the tina he had given her and had headphones in... The man behind her grabbed her hips as he drove his hard cock into her, making her moan and cry. She felt his grip tighten and his pace quicken and knew what was coming. With a groan, he released a load of thick cum into Jessie’s hole. His cry of pleasure and the warmth and pressure of being filled with his cum made her own cock begin spilling cum onto the couch beneath her. The man fucked her for a bit longer, releasing more spurts of cum into her and then slowly pulling out. As he pulled his head from her hole, she pushed her butt up to try to keep his cum in her until her hole closed. A slut’s habit. “Good girl.” He said, reaching down and giving her ass one last shake. He pulled his pants up, grabbed his things and left, running to his car like he was worried a satellite would catch him fucking the two little twinks inside the apartment. I snuck out from where I had been hiding in the hallway. Jessie was still spread out on the couch with her head resting on the back of the couch. I could tell her brain was mush from the combinations of drugs and dick she hadn’t been expecting to get. I tiptoed around the edge of the couch to stand behind her and started taking pictures of the load leaking from her asshole. Jessie heard the *click* of the digital shutter and snapped up. “Jesus Christ, Cam, get out of here!” I grinned, “Bitch, I’m not the one fucking random closet cases as they leave the apartment! Now get that ass up, you can post these. Fucking slut.” She groaned and reached back to place her hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart gently. “Oh my god, what is wrong with me? This is because you made me smoke!” I laughed. “Excuse me for not wanting to die of a bad batch, Jessie. Don’t blame me for your slutty choices!” She crawled off the couch and pointed at her cum stain on the fabric. “Fuck me, I got it on the couch.” I pushed her towards the hallway, taking her curse out of context. “You want fucked, go get on Sniffies. I’ll clean this up, then you and I are going to smoke more tonight.” I went to the kitchen and almost laughed out loud thinking about it. I had made $400 bucks and I hadn’t even had to get fucked. Jessie had a blast and nothing bad had happened. I even took pictures for her to put on OnlyFans, so she could make money too. No matter which way I thought about it there was no downside, and I knew I wasn’t even getting started.

Here's a fun idea: let's make a bot watch 100 hours of quality gay porn, and then write a script based on what it watched. We'll either get a laughable abomination of gay porn, or the best film ever made.

Me too. Have fucked and been blown in front of audiences, often.

Thanks for that! I have never been one to be political, but this has an effect on every gay American. It doesn't matter if you are married now or not, or if you think you will get married in the future, everyone should have the opportunity to do so. Voting is crucial, and the Supreme Court is not our friend. However , it is good to know who is your friend in the House. So please, take the time, and plan your vote. It may not matter to you now, but it may in the future.

(To the mods: I hope this stays in the public area and is not moved to the Backroom Chem sex forum, since the whole point is this guy does NOT want to become, in his words, "a drug addicted cumslut". To that end, I think responses urging him to give into this should be removed because that kind of discussion DOES belong in the Chem sex forum.) Tough love time. If you do not want to end up a drug addict, stop with the meth and get rehab, whether it's outpatient or inpatient. The fact that you haven't used in a long time means zero if you are not dealing with the underlying urges. I know there is a significant number of guys who use all sorts of party drugs in conjunction with sex, but frankly, most of the ones I've met have been lousy fucks. That may mean avoiding certain environments where drug use is common. Given that you're already aware of the seductive nature of the drugs, if you don't want to get hooked, it's easier to just keep it out of your life rather than try to be around it without partaking. Stay on PrEP. You don't have to switch to condom sex in order to prevent HIV. You do have to take PrEP according to the directions - either daily, or in advance of AND after planned sex. If you go for the non-daily schedule, you can't find yourself ready to get fucked and suddenly remember you haven't taken a PrEP dose, swallow it quickly, and get to fucking. It takes some time to spread through your system and HIV, if the top is infectious, may beat PrEP to the punch. Otherwise, yes, PrEP is as close to foolproof as it gets. Not perfect - there are rare, occasional cases where it fails - but those are very, very rare. Accept that if you do continue BB sex, you are going to have other STIs from time to time. My experience is that drug addicts have more of them (partly because so many of them stop caring about treating them) and if you stick to sober sex with sober partners, that alone may reduce your risk somewhat. But nothing is foolproof.

Lots of good points on here, but remember the days of making money (on studio) porn is coming to an end. Most guys have their own OF or JFF sites and cut out the middle man. Unfortunately, they also cut out knowledge about edits and continuity and lighting. This is, of course, a generalization, but a lot of amateur porn is bad. As is a lot of studio porn. The sweet spot for me is managing to capture an “amateur” scene and all of the energy and fervor and raw desire while balancing things like getting a good angle and showing the action and lingering on the sweat dripping off of them so you can almost smell the sex…

If I am fucking a bottom, they have been told I don't pull out to cum.

Hope everyone likes it 😈

After the absolute punishment my ass just received, I need a minute to recollect myself, but that was met with marginal success. I went out to the porch smoking area and lit up a cigarette. There was an older guy there. If I'm being honest, no one you'd look at twice. He asked me how my night was going. I said spectacular so far. He said he figured, because I had my legs sorta spread leaning against the wall smoking, he said he saw some drops of cum dripping from between my legs. We both kinda chuckled and my face reddened. He said he wouldn't mind cleaning that up. I figured what he meant but it really could have meant a number of things. So I took a drag of my cigarette, blew it out and walked across to the bench where he was sitting just outside the bar area across from the office. I walked a few feet in front and to the side of him and just simply bent over. He got up, walked behind me and began to lick and tongue my ass. After a few minutes he tried to really suck it outta there and I let him. He wasn't much to look at but that felt amazing. Just then two guys, obviously independent of each other came out to sit on the bench across from the outside rooms. I finished my cigarette and pulled the guy furiously tonguing my hole and walked over to the guy closest to me. I was pretty brazen by then. I felt like I was getting cock as easily as I wanted it by then. (I know. Tough to do there right? Lol) I just stood in front of the guy and looked him straight in the eyes. He seemed a little unsure. Maybe a little nervous. I made sure he was meeting my state and then I looked straight at his crotch. He was wearing jeans and a tank top. He got the hint and pulled his cock out and started to stroke it. That's better I said. Then I looked at the next guy and he knew right away what I wanted. He took his cock out and started jerking it as well. I told him, pointing at the first guy. "He's first. Your next.". Not sure if they knew what I meant but I do know they wanted to find out. The first guys wasn't completely hard yet so I dropped to my knees and sucked him off until he was. Then I got up, pulled my lube out, coated his cock with it and stepped up with my boots on either side of his hips, I held on to the bench and lowered myself until I felt his hard cock between my legs. I went down a little further and told him to guide his cock into me. He did so and I bounced on it for several minutes until he told me I was gonna cum. He kinda tried to guide my hips so I didn't take his load, I believe trying to be polite. I was having it! I plopped all my weight on his lap and his cock exploded inside me. I looked at the other guy and said 'your turn!' He smiled and widened his stance. I don't know if he was expecting some head but he wasn't gonna get it. Lifted myself off the other guys cock and proceeded to fuck that guy the same way I did the first. The first guy got up and left and so did the second when blasted inside me. I looked to my left and saw the older guy and two others jerking their hard cocks. When I saw them they split. So I asked the guy if he wanted some fresh cum outta my ass and he eagerly made his way over and repeated his machinations from earlier leaving me basically cumless in my ass that wouldn't do. I needed a refill. And I was gonna get it! <To be comtinued>

I could always tell when it was my turn when the nurse came to the waiting room with a one-inch thick file

This happened about a month ago, I am a freshman in college and I have heard of a few cruising spots on campus which really piqued my interest. One of them was in the Student Union bathrooms in the basement area and the other was actually the showers beside the area called the ‘Chill Spot’ that a lot of students hung out at. So one Friday afternoon, I decided to head to the basement bathrooms first, after my lecture around 4pm. I was really nervous since it was my first time cruising, but also I was excited. I sported a half-hard cock most of the day. I prepped beforehand just in case I was gonna be fucking, and wore a jockstrap underneath my sweatpants. I took the elevator down to the basement which really had a few empty classrooms, a lecture hall and the bathrooms at the end of the hall. there was basically no one there from what it could tell except for a few girls in one of the rooms talking and studying. I entered the mens washroom, and went into the middle stall. I sat down on the toilet and just went on my phone for a bit seeing if anything would happen. For a while nothing happened, until the guy in the stall to the right of me knelt down and presented his cock underneath the dividing wall into my stall. I could not believe it, it was a nice 8 inch throbbing white dick with a really cool biohazard+ tattoo just above his shaved cock. I slowly got on my knees and started stroking it slowly, gradually speeding up my pace. the guy started humping my fist which really turned me on and I heard him whisper “suck my dick”. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking his thick cock like I had been deprived of cock for months. He started moaning really quietly which got me so horny. I sucked and licked his big balls, while going back and licking his thick shaft and head. He was leaking a lot of precum and it was making a small puddle on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe I was sucking a stranger's cock in my college's bathroom. Anyway I continued sucking his dick until i heard him whisper lemme fuck your ass you slut, and in the heat of the moment I whispered back, “yes daddy”. I turned around and dropped my sweatpants off. I squatted down and stuck my big ass underneath the divider. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. He whispered “goddamn baby you have such a nice ass” and slid a finger into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting that and I let out a soft moan, breaking the silence in the quiet washroom. I really hoped no one else would come in while this guy was about to fuck my ass. He started fingering me faster before I whispered “I want your cock in me daddy”. Without any hesitation I heard him spit on his throbbing cock and then I felt his head right at my wet boy hole.Ii heard him say “you want this poz dick in you?”. I wasn’t sure i heard him right, but before I could reply he slid his thick tainted cock into my ass, and I let out a moan that echoed in the washroom. He started fucking my ass with long strokes while I was on my hands and knees telling him to go faster. Within 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over the bathroom floor, and that made him shoot his cum in my ass. I quickly got up, put my pants on and left the bathroom in a haze of shame and feeling like the biggest slut on campus. I sat in my dorm room an hour later looking up what ‘poz” meant and doing image searches on bio-hazard tattoos. I slid in my butt plug to keep his load in me and jerked off twice to some really hot verbal poz videos while planning my next cruising trip on campus.

I'm a 27 year old bisexual, I got out of a long term relationship with a girl back about 10 months ago. Since then I've indulged my long standing fantasy to get fucked by men anonymously. I jerk off to gay porn (bb is always hottest) way more than straight porn and my ex-g/f's favorite sexual activity was pegging -- so I was eager to live out my fantasy and knew my ass I could accommodate the largest of dicks. For the first few months I cruised parks, somewhat successfully - I sucked 4 cocks and confirmed my addiction to hot cum, but never got fucked. Everyone seemed a little afraid to fuck me in a park (plus I was little nervous about it too). I wasn't ready quite for a bathhouse yet, but fortunately a basement sex club for gay men recently opened in my city, it's like an ABS meant for cruising, with a dark area for hooking up. It was here I finally felt a real dick slide into my ass. I showed up at about midnight on a Saturday a little drunk, a little stoned and with my ass clean, pre-lubed, and ready to be fucked. Pocket full of condoms (which I fully intended to use), lube and poppers. The whole place was very dark except the back area that had a big screen playing some hardcore gay porn. I floated around the place until I found the 'dark area' where I could hear others sucking or getting fucked ... I was already half hard even though I couldn't see a thing. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the silhouettes of about 5 men standing around the walls stroking their cocks watching a young twinky looking asian guy in the middle, bent over a saw-horse getting it from both ends. The scene was so hot -- I had watched so much gay porn over the years, but standing here watching it right in front of me - I was enthralled. I took a place along the wall and pulled my cock out, tightened my cock ring a little and began to finger my ass while jerking my cock, careful not to get too hard and blow it (watching the twink in front of me, this was really ... hard ). A guy from along the wall seemed to notice I was fingering my ass. As he approached me and became clearer I could see he was a white guy (probably about 35), dark hair, cut 6 inch dick with very short trimmed pubic hair. I fell to my knees and he let out a small moan as I put his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I worked his dick, letting my tongue roll all over it as I bobbed and sucked on his now very stiff rod. My cock was drooling pre-cum and I had barely touched it. As I continued I felt another set of hands reach down behind me and pull my pants down a little and explore my shaved ass. At the same time, the guy feeding me his dick put his hands on the back of my head, pushed down and began to pump in short thrusts - I could feel his whole cock pulse with each shot of cum he unloaded directly down my throat - heavenly. I milked the last drops of cum out of his dick, he stepped back, and faded away into the darkness. As I stood up, the hand that was fingering my ass stayed behind me and made sure my pants stayed down as the rest of me stood up. "OMG" was all I could think "I am about to act out my biggest fantasy - I am standing in a room full of men with cum in my mouth, pants at my ankles with a strangers lubed finger in my ass". I pulled out my poppers and took a long hit, my head swimming now, I lost all inhibitions. I reached back to my stranger and felt that he had just wrapped his hard cock - it was big, I didn't get a good look, but it was thick and at least 6 inches. I'll never forget the feeling of the first time a hard dick probed my ass looking for my tiny little hole to fuck - my dick was on fire, and a single touch would have set it off. The stranger finally found his mark and sunk his hard cock into my hole - it hurt a little more than I thought it would, but after only 3 or 4 pumps the pain was replaced with sheer pleasure. I moaned "yes fuck me" which seemed to be the magic words, the man behind me began to buck his hips in a faster and harder rhythm for only about 20 more seconds before his grasp on my hips tightened and he pulled me balls deep onto his dick. I began to feel those fantastic tell-tale short, quick thrusts indicating he was cumming. I reached back and put my fingers around his dick - it took a moment for me to realize, the condom that was on this guys dick when we started wasn't there anymore. In that moment my lust betrayed my rational mind and I began to buck my hips in approval as his orgasm was subsiding - knowing and feeling that I had just taken a load deep in my ass it only took a few seconds of me jerking before I exploded into my cupped hand and quickly swallowed my own cum just before that post-orgasm realization set in: "Some guy just bred you. You might be infected with something now". My mind was reeling as I tried to move out of the way and get my pants up - I manged fend off other guys while I composed myself and my intoxicated brain tried to deal with what happened. My cock, like a little devil, could only take a few minutes of watching the same twink on the sea-horse take on yet another dick before it got semi-hard again. At this point I figured "I guess it's too late now. Might as well go for it" and bent over on the other sea-horse in the dark area - quickly my mouth was filled with a hard cock, I think it was an Indian dude with a short uncut cock and a big cock-head, his dick was a delight to suck because I could take the whole thing, I enjoyed waving my ass in rhythm with sucking this guy - knowing that other men where jerking off watching. I reached down and felt his balls where massive, and as if on cue they began to contract- I knew I was about to be rewarded with cum. I became a little distracted as new fingers began to probe my wet hole at the same time as my Indian guy blew a MASSIVE load in my mouth - there was so much cum, I felt at least 3 shots in my mouth - I was elated as he pulled out of my overflowing mouth and blew his last rope of cum across perfectly across my whole my face. I looked back at the man who was fingering me, who would be my 2nd real dick - he was an older guy, skin pale white, dark hair with bits of gray, about 6 foot 3 with a beer belly, and another somewhat small cock - it couldn't have been more than 5 inches and also uncut. I eagerly watched as he sunk his bare dick into my ass, his dick was smaller, more comfortable, and noticeably harder. It felt like hot fleshly iron pumping my ass as I clenched my asshole around his cock. "Oh fuck" he muttered "that's a good hole boy", which brought my dick (pressed up against the saw-horse) to full mast again. As he got into a rhythm, he began to fuck me quicker, more violently and I could see guys gathered around getting closer still jerking off. One stepped up to my mouth, another white guy, with bushy black pubes and a long, somewhat slender, stiff 6 inch cut dick. He was ready to blow already I could tell by how his dick was almost literally throbbing - I put his dick in my mouth and used to the rhythm set by the guy fucking me to suck his cock. I felt a sudden splash on the side of my head and face -- at first I thought someone had spit on me, however when I turned to see I was relieved to see it was an older guy blowing his load on me from the sidelines. This seemed to tip the guy who was fucking my mouth off and he unloaded (sadly) with only one good spurt of cum. I began pushing the cum on my face into my mouth, while still getting fucked. Since no one was stepping up to my mouth, I took another hit of poppers while getting fucked - my dick already hard was dripping cum. The man fucking me noticed my hit of poppers, leaned in and in a low raspy whisper said "Ready boy?! I'm going to coat your insides you little bitch.", I was full on slut mode, anyone could have fucked me at that moment, "Yes! please cum in me!" I begged. The man grunted as he fucked me in long hard thrusts that made loud slaps as he thrust his cum deep into my fuck hole. I blew my load at the same time jerking my cock in time with his thrusting... so proud to be such a good little fuck hole. It was hands down the best orgasm of my life, it seemed to last forever, and I swear I felt my insides get warmer as he finished cumming and began to relax still inside of me. Head spinning with a fantastic feeling, my 2nd top pulled out, backed away and I felt hot liquid ooze between my ass cheecks. I rolled off the saw-horse and backed up into a corner where I composed myself. I took a paper towel I had brought along out of my back pocket and wiped my ass out - even in that extremely dimly lit room I could see (and smell) it was all white - all cum and lube. Proudly, I put myself together and left... knowing that I had unleashed a hunger that would probably never be silenced. 95% true story. Feels good to write it all down

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

This happened to me too with my MP infection. Exactly as you describe. There was a bump inside my hole, I thought it was a hemorroid from so much fucking or something. But as time passed shitting was more and more difficult, and started to see blood in my stool. Eventually it all went away and got resolved, at least feeling wise. I'll have to get the whole area checked properly.

I was only there once - an extended business trip to London several years ago - but it was a great place. Sorry to hear that it's gone.

<BLUSH> Thanks. 🙂 I appreciate the nice feedback.

Didn't really like either of those answers, but I went with the "No" one. I think it's more up to the bottom to let me know long before we start having sex that he wants me to pull out and not cum inside of him. And then we won't have sex cause that's not how I play. (I primarily do 1:1 sessions where there has been some discussion before the session.) If the bottom waited until I announced that I was about to cum to ask me to pull out, I would cause I'm a gentleman. But I wouldn't be seeing that particular bottom a second time. There are far too many bottoms who want the load to waste time on one who doesn't.

I only sucked off like 25-30 times but he got me to clean the cum off his cock after he jerked off a bunch of times. but 4 times I sucked him off in public. and he LOVED to piss in my mouth for a few years. thats actually how I got to suck him off in a regular movie theatre one time. he had to piss but didn't wanna miss any movie so I drank it and that turned into a blowjob. best part is someone actually saw me do it lol after I swallowed his load and sat up, a guy close to us said “that was hot boys”. my brother was a bit freaked but I said “he obviously assumes we are boyfriends so just pretend” and put his arm around me. right after the movie the guy (hot latino) introduced himself and said he loved watching me give that blowjob right where people could see. and said something about “living your truth. I told him "it actually started out as him pissing down my throat!" he told my brother (who was holding my hand) “you have a great little boyfriend there and you guys look amazing together” So I thought I would be hilarious and immediately stuck my tongue in my brothers moth and made out with him for like 5 hard seconds, and said “thats because we’re brothers!” he laughed and said omg is that true? my brother tried to deny for like a second but he went bright red and forgot to let go of my hand. so for like ten minutes he walked around downtown holding the hand of the brother who just sucked his cock and made out with him. then he was like why the fuck are we still holding hands and laughed. so I said “does this mean you’re breaking up with me?” and we both laughed but that night was only the second time he fucked me. another time I sucked him off waiting at a bus stop at night with cars driving past. and twice I sucked him off at a house party in high school while others watched.

I’m absolutely using that from now on. The OP is no longer here apparently, so an answer will be of no benefit to him, and since he asked in January one presumes the question is moot for him now anyway. But for anyone else in the same situation, I would ask, since you’re asking if your first penetration should be protected, that implies that you expect subsequent fuckings to be bareback. Well…if you’re planning on going raw on your second (or third, or fifth) fuck, what is the benefit of using protection the first time? A condom isn’t a vaccine - it doesn’t confer lasting immunity once you’ve worn it. You either commit to them, or you accept the risks that come with fucking bare and take responsible steps to mitigate the risk both before and after. Now: If you’re *cough*’straight-but-curious and want to ‘try out’ mansex to see what you’re missing but are afraid of all the nasties that come with it that don’t come with your nice, clean hetero sex, news flash - there aren’t any “gay diseases”. If you’re doing promiscuous hetero sex, especially bare, you’re still swimming in the same pool as the rest of us. Your HIV risk may have been lower, as men are predominantly at risk for HIV, though women make up about 20% of new cases, and women are at a higher biological risk of contracting STDs in general than men. The fact that you haven’t been on PrEP does mean that your single first exposure, unprotected, does carry a real, if statistically minor, risk, so that might be a reason to cover, but not because gay sex is particularly disease-ridden or guaranteed to be so. If, however, you’re actually simply curious and truly want to know what it’s like, you won’t get a complete answer to your question wearing a condom. There is no comparison between the experience of fucking with a condom and fucking bare. If one desires true knowledge one must usually take a risk to obtain it. Life does not give wisdom away for free.

Trucker BB [think before following links] https://biguz.net/watch.php?id=8213977&name=trucker-bb

Since I prefer to play in public adult settings, I don't think there are any sex acts that I have done that I haven't done in front of an audience. Yes I have been blown in front of an audience and will gladly do so again in the future.

I love letting an older daddy suck my cock in front of a bunch of younger dudes who were trying to get at me. Daddy always knows best!!

I can testify that Morocco is good as ;ived there 3 years and have personal knowledge.

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!!!

I think that abortion is a "special right", unlike any other because no matter how you look at it, it involves terminating a potential life. So I think that worrying about potential censorship of inter-racial same-sex marriage is, in my opinion, paranoia. The paranoia is being incited by the Democrats in the hope of getting more votes.

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

Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

Yes, all diseases have to start somewhere and it’s stupid to be xenophobic regarding on that.

Yes there is a padded bench in far back area. Other little "cubby hole" areas where you can be bent over a chair, or stand against fence to get fuckt!

I started rereading it like an old netflix series making sure I am caught up when a new episode drops. I cum about the 4th or 5th chapter

japanese have a stereotype that most stds comes from foreigners, so they will probably use a condom with foreigners, personally i'm non hairy oriental asian (meaty, muscled), and they might guessed im a foreigner as well, but i do speak intermediate jap and i've played at that specific 24 kaikan, so actually because of that i managed to play raw with them (ur chances of fucking raw increases if u speak jap, sounds ridiculous but true). If you are westerner, you might want to consider the 24 kaikan at shinjuku instead, they are more friendly towards westerners there, whether they would do raw, i'm not too sure as im oriental asian,

Adventure of a touring Barebacker Ah the life, its great touring the world as an airline pilot, different places one day to the next and more importantly different pussy to sample. So here I am back in London after a long flight from New York camped up in a nice 5 star hotel (gotta love expenses) outside of Heathrow feeling the need for some pussy before my nights up. So on goes the Laptop and lets see what sluts are available tonight on AW. Trailing though many adds, damn there are some horrors on here, I narrow the search to three lucky sluts. The one that catches my eye is a slut named kylie brunette 19 lovely slim body real looker, and bonus is she is a newbie. No mention of bareback but hey I prefer a slut who is reluctant to rake my seed. A quick call up, to the agency and confirm the booking and bang here we go. Just after 8pm (fucking bitch not even on time) there is a knock at the door 'Hi I'm Kylie babe' quick glance this girl is hot, standing 5,2 dress size 8 lovely long brown hair and a girl next door appearance wearing a nice black dress, winner I thought. 'Well good evening' I smile 'I am Andy do come in' the slut make her way in damn your getting bred tonight bitch. We attend to business and then she cute says 'so where do you want me' I sit down on the bed licking my lips 'well firstly I wanna see your naked ass babe' without a moment she strips damn what a body, pert lil tits smooth snatch begging for my load and a tight pert butt. She kneels between my legs 'let me help there she smiles as she takes my cock in her cute lil mouth. Not a bad cocksucker I do say but only just to warm me up. After a few minutes of her sucking my cock, I'm getting bored. 'Lets test drive that pussy of yours babe?' she jumps up 'ok' very enthusiastic nice. She lays down on the bed spreads her legs, here we go climbing between her thighs, then BANG! There it is in her hands 'here’s a condom babe' shit what a cock block 'OK' I smile as I observe it seeing that is a feather-light. Bingo these things ALWAYS break or if not its coming off anyway. So on it goes and in I go pumping away at this bitch not really enjoying it plus the slut is annoyingly moaning, making out she is enjoying the fuck. Then I feel a change, damn that’s better, I pull out and glance down. BINGO boy the johnny is nothing more than a cock ring. A big smile fills my face 'what’s wrong babe? Don’t you like it?' she asks cutely 'oh no I'm loving it now' as I thrust my bare cock deep inside her pussy, this makes her squeal. Damn this bitch is tight, not many cocks been in here, I notice as I pound away, feeling my seed building. I look into her eyes as I'm pumping, slamming my cock in deep 'here it comes babe I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cream I hope you like my baby batter cause your getting it deep' she looks at me with a frown 'what? But your wearing?' I lean down and whisper into her ear 'nope it split bitch, take my seed' at this moment I explode pumping my big load deep into her young fertile womb. Wow that was a big load I climb off her panting, my seed seeping from her snatch she looks down speechless then looks back at me 'get off my bed whore and get out' I laugh 'I don’t want you staining my sheets' I throw her clothes at her, she quietly pulls up her knickers, my seed trickling down her leg, then puts on her dress and leaves without a word. I jump back on the bed looking at my cock soaked in her juices 'ah another slut drilled and filled' as I drift off to sleep. End of part 1

i drink piss from guys who i service. i don't just drink anyone's piss. i have to be into the guy, but once im into him, he can piss in a cup while i'm sucking him and feed me the entire cup then i continue sucking his dick. i prefer fresh piss not days old which is very difficult to enjoy. beer piss is really nothing, it's like water. morning piss is good and potent. piss from a guy who takes vitamins is also pretty strong, but i like to do it to please him...not really because i love the taste...i mean it's warm bitter and salty...what's there to like? i'd rather drink something else honestly, but it's more of a power exchange to me, like he's saying if you want this dick you better drink my piss faggot. i enjoy that domination part, like i'll do anything to have your dick type of thing.