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Once he’d gone I checked the messages on my app. There was one from a fit scally lad in trackies. He sent a picture showing him with one hand lifting his top to reveal his perfect six pack and another with his hand down his trackies playing with his cock. I messages saying “please use me sir, I need a real man like you!”. He replied saying “too right I’m a real man, which means I don’t use condoms – but you need me so you’ll take it right?”. I replied “too right I will and gave him the address”. 10 mins later he walked in and I kissed the bulge through his trackies. He pulled me up and kissed me passionately then told me to bend over, pulled the trackies down and plunged his cock straight into me cum lubed hole deep. I gasped because he’s so big and he laughed and said “yeh, this is for me – take my dick”. He stopped pumping and handed me my poppers with his cock still balls deep in me and I took a deep couple of sniffs. Then he started pumping hard again and this time I relaxed into it and begged him for his manly cum and his DNA inside me. I pleaded “please sir, will you cum in me?” He growled and said “course I will, I’m a real man, here it comes bottom boi”. Then he slammed his dick in hard and I could feel it swell then spurt. The feeling of such an alpha blasting his load in me made me cum too. He said “good boy”. After firing more ropes of cum into me he pulled his trackies up and headed for the door. I whimpered “sir, are you…. poz?”. He laughed and said “don’t know, don’t care – raw is law – I’m a scally bareback king – you guys take me whatever – enjoy my cum and relax”. And that is what I did. I put a butt plug in to make sure this most manly of loads stayed inside me.

Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

When I got home, she was there, curled up in a ball, with her panty-covered crotch prominently displayed to be seen just as I entered our bedroom. I leaned forward and knelt on the bed. She warmly cooed and pulled her legs tighter up to her chest. The shift in position was enough to press her panties right against her puffy pussy lips. As I took in the sight and the scent, I noticed moisture oozing through the gusset. Wetness was oozing out of her pussy and pressing into the cloth. I pulled the fabric away a bit and saw her pussy, red and inflamed, clearly freshly fucked. I spread her thighs further apart to see the opening of her sex. Peeking out, just barely, was the open end of a condom. The rest was inserted completely inside her. She seemed tightly clenched down on it. I gently shifted the waistband down a bit, and she scooted as if to help me get them off her. She was still ‘asleep,’ but was clearly enjoying this. She had arranged me to see this upon coming home. I gently touched the part of the rubber I could see. I grasped it and tugged a bit. This condom was deeply imbedded inside her. I tugged harder and she moaned. I put my face up to her crotch and inhaled. She smelled like sex. I closed my teeth onto the edge of the condom and pulled backwards. She relaxed her pussy a bit and it slowly pulled forwards. I kept oozing out of her as she drooled fluid. Finally, I had it all the way out and held it up to the light. It was a big size and there had to be a tablespoon of fresh warm cum inside the tip. At that moment she turned her head towards me. She touched her mound and whimpered. She spoke first. ‘Do you like your surprise?’ I nodded in reply. She smiled at me and spread her thighs apart, showing me her freshly fucked pussy. It was red, angry looking. I saw her sticky lips part and reveal a dark hole where her last fuck had recently pulled out, leaving only his fertile seed and a thin layer of latex inside her. She rolled over onto her knees and shook her beautifully firm ass at me. Her pussy peeked at me as her cheeks jiggled. I laid the condom down across her lower back, careful to put the open end at the top. I lined my bare cock up to her cunt and teased her fleshy lips. She pushed back and swallowed my cock. I let her saw herself back and forth on my dick. I felt the mixture of her wetness and my precum sloshing inside her. It looked so hot seeing her fuck herself on my cock. I noticed that the empty rubber inches away from her clit was longer than my cock. Whoever had fucked her was hung. As she rocked herself on my cock, the rubber started to slip towards the spot where my cock entered her. The tip of the reservoir touched my cock. I paused and told her the rubber was at her pussy. She groaned and whispered, ‘fuck it back into me.’ I did as asked and pushed the cum-filled condom into her opening. Up until now, she’d been fucking herself on my dick. Now it was my turn. I eased my hips forward until I was balls deep. This dragged the condom nearly all the way inside her. Now the open end was lined up with the base of my cock. The open condom was arranged just as it had been when I’d found it. As I pounded her, her tightness forced her lower’s fresh load further up inside her. His warm cum oozed out of the open condom and onto my shaft. ‘Babe,’ I asked. ‘If I keep going, I’ll be putting his cum inside you. Is it a safe time or should I stop?’ She froze on my dick, holding perfectly still as a glob of creamy white jizz poured onto my cock. ‘What do you want, babe?’ She nodded her head, facing into the mussed pillows. ‘Put his cum in me.’ Stroked her lower back as I pulled out. The condom was nearly empty, and my cock was covered in seed. I put the condom right above her ass crack, with the open end dangerously close to her heaving cunt. I stroked my cock, covering my head and shaft in her lover’s seed. I aimed my cock at her pussy. She backed up just as I thrust forward, forcing someone else’s cum into her. We wildly fucked each other, on a high knowing what we were doing was so nasty, so wrong. I railed her cunt, picking up speed as I approached orgasm. She could tell. ‘Where do you want me to cum, babe?’ She clenched down, bringing me even closer to the brink. I continued, trying to make sure she got whatever she wanted. ‘If I keep going, you’ll be filled with two loads. If I pull out, it’ll just be his inside you.’ She shook her head. She breathlessly moaned, ‘I want you to cum… I want you to cum… on my ass!’ I pulled out and shot my seed all over her butt. She shook with a deep orgasm. Her pussy winked open and closed at me as a torrent of her lover’s cum poured out of her. She moaned a deep ‘thank you,’ and fell back asleep.

I think his quote was "We don't live in fear" at which point I was thinking "yeah, but people in your state are going to be living in pain…" And his surgeon general was trying to boo hoo the vaccine saying it hasn't been tested enough on people. This is why I live in a deep blue state. I honestly don't understand why anyone would want to live in a red state.

Yesterday I awoke horny but had to get my car serviced. Thankfully that only took a couple of hours, so what do with the rest of the day? Oh, I know, breeding session at the sauna. I drove to the park and ride, subway into the City and I was at the sauna by half 12. After prepping and a shower, new bottle of French poppers in hand, I headed downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. Well, it was busy! Lots of cock sucking going on. I lubed up my hole and got into position on the couch. Not 2 minutes passed before the first cock of the day entered my cunt. Tall muscly lad too. Amazing to feel a cock in me again. He went to town and after 5 minutes, the first load of the day was coating my innards. Two more cocks quickly followed, both blowing in me. There was another bottom here by now, super sexy bear cub. Stocky, stubble and just the right amount of fat to make him totally fuckable. I couldn't resist, I wanted that hole. We made out on the bench, this got me hard and I entered his cunt. It was smooth and silky, obviously pre-loaded. A sexy lad like this would be popular. I built up the tension, got close to cumming but backed off. I knew if I came I'd lose all iterest in sex and would have to leave. It was too early for that and I could sense today was going to be a good day. I withdrew, telling the lad I'd breed him later. I headed upstairs to my favourite part of the sauna, the sling in the dark room. It's super comfy, unlike most slings in sex premises. I was only in it for 5 minutes before a 30ish lad entered the alcove. He went straight for my hole, still well sloppy from my earlier breeding. I'm lucky to have a fuckable hole, most cocks that enter it blow a load and this lad was no exception. He held onto the railing as he plowed my hole, being verbal as he blew. I was dizzy with poppers by now, but wanted more. Back downstairs I went, to be greeted by 2 bottoms being fucked on the bench, including the sexy bear cub I'd fucked earlier. Standing at the upstairs level was an alpha male, stroking his impressive 9 incher. I went to the lower level and his cock appeared through the glory hole. Now oral is OK for starters, but I was there to be bred so I went over to the other side of the bench, opposite the 2 bottoms still being fucked. The alpha male followed, got behind me and rammed home his cock. What an awesome top he was, rough, verbal and hung. 3 bottoms all being fucked together, would have made a great porno. Alpha male blew a massive load into me. The cum was dribbling down my leg when he pulled out. I headed back upstairs to the dark room. There was some activity in the corner, too dark to get much detail but they were enjoying themselves. I decided to hover nearby without disturbing them, cummy hole sticking out. Nothing happened and I went to leave only for a hand to feel my hole as I passed. Mmmm, this was promising. Another muscly lad, well hung too. I leaned against the wall and another cock was in my hole. Biggest and longest one of the night. I felt the presence of his companion beside him, he was stroking his cock as his mate climaxed in me. This was going to be a tag team fuck, my favourite. I felt the contractions of his cock as he blew, he pulled out, slapped my arse and another cock was in me. He blew in a couple of minutes, awesome. I headed back downstairs, nobody around but I got into position on the bench and waited. In came a bear, mid 30s and stroking. My hole was anticipating another breeding and that's what happened. He took his time, at least 10 minutes. He pulled out and started wanking, his breathing getting faster. Thankfully he rammed his cock back into me as he climaxed, leaving another deposit of cum in my cunt. I lost count of how many loads I got yesterday, a dozen at least, probably more. I was fucked for so long that the bear cub had left by now. It was one of those afternoons where the planets aligned, lots of action, tops galore and no prissy twinks high on shit I went home a happy slut, my hole filled to the brim with cum.

So Wednesday night a guy that travels with work to Raleigh as I do is vers, but likes to bttm while traveling. He messaged and said he wasn't having any luck and asked if I was. Told him I'm getting ready to go to the Days Inn and go anon ass up face down taking all loads as a cumdump. He replied that he should go with me. We've never met just chatted on Grindr. I told him I've never cumdumped with another guy before, but let's do it. We met at the hotel after I got a room. He asked how this was going to work and I told him we'd take a pic of us in jockstraps ass up together on the bed, change profiles on Grindr, Sniffies, BBRT, post an ad on Twitter saying 2 cumdumps taking loads anon ass up face down and post the room number then wait ass up on the bed. He was intrigued. We propped the door open and within 15 minutes a guy entered the room. Mounted my friend and started fucking him. Then about 5 minutes another guy enters and starts fucking me. Then another guy comes in and watches as we're getting pounded. Throughout the night we got fucked and I took 5 loads and he took 1 load. He somewhat got overwhelmed by the situation being his first cumdump experience like that and left early. But he came back later and we ended up sleeping together. Woke up to him having a hard on and I starting stroking him. He then mounted me and fucked me until he cum. Hot night. After he left I took 1 more anon load.

Berlin - night one of three. It all started with a Thursday night at the Lab.oratory club, with its entrance just next to the famous Berghain club. Thursday night means naked night. The reviews said that this place is nothing for the faint hearted and everything goes. I think, that’s an accurate description. When I arrived at 8.40 pm, there was already a long line waiting and ready to get in. At 9 pm, they opened the doors and the party could begin. You are given a big rubbish bag for your clothes and a wristband with a number, you undress completely, except for your shoes, you leave the bag which will be given your wristband number at the cloakroom. Most early arrivals had a drink at the bar or just walked around checking out the location. With everyone being naked and horny, it didn’t take long for the action to start. It filled up quickly with loads of guys. As I slowly made my way through the different corners and aisles of the industrial style club, equipped with several benches, slings, and so on, I encountered several hot guys. It wasn’t unusual that some would stop when passing each other, just to touch each others hard cocks or butt. There were lots of guys, and they all came in different age, size, body type and colour. It felt good that everyone seemed to be accepted the way he was, and there was certainly someone for every taste. I came across a gloryhole wall, which was a pleasant start of getting my cock sucked for a bit. Further down, a guy’s bubble ass looked out of a wall, with nothing else of him visible. I just couldn’t resist and rammed my cock into that hole. After this warm up, I walked back towards the bar and on my way I discovered several leather covered benches, where some guys were already bending down on them, obviously begging to be fucked. Since I already topped earlier, it was time for me to bottom now. I bent over a bench, just next to another guy, prepared myself with some lube, which I stored in my socks and waited patiently. It didn’t take long until a hot athletic guy with a long uncut cock came along. He put his hard cock in front of my face. No words needed, I knew what he wanted, so I sucked him with pleasure. I am no expert in deepthroating, but I did my best and let this delicious cock choke my throat. After several minutes, he moved behind me, got me down on the bench and pushed his raw cock into my tight hole. I had to scream, I was overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t stop moaning, because I needed this so much. At first, I thought that I couldn’t take it, but then I started to relax and enjoy it. He fucked me deep and fast and his pulsating cock indicated that he loved it as much as I did. After a few minutes, he shot his warm load deep inside me and it must have been a huge load, because shortly after, it was dripping out of me. Time for a break - so I thought. But then I realised that another guy was positioning himself behind me. I spread my cheeks with my hands to indicate that I was ready. Shortly after, I felt another cock inside me. It followed a third, a fourth and a fifth. I was filled with pleasure - and cum. Lots of it. Matched by the dark environment and beats played in the club, the smell of horny sweat and poppers. I decided to walk around a bit and came across a very narrow aisle inside a stone wall. It was quite dark in there and difficult to get past the guys standing inside. Once I got through, I discovered a hot guy on his knees, waiting to be served. I didn’t hesitate and offered him my hard cock. He sucked it like a pro, and I really enjoyed it. Then another guy turned up behind him and indicated that he wanted to fuck him. He got up from his knees, still sucking me and the other guy pushed his cock into his hole. The bottom guy decided that he wanted a change and turned around, switching position. I fucked him and he sucked the other guy. Since I haven’t cum yet this evening I could now suddenly feel the build up in my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. The other guy left and I grabbed the head of the bottom guy and started fucking his throat quite aggressively, which he seemed to enjoy based on his moans. Reaching my point of no return, I made sure I shot my load as deep as possible down his throat, which he obviously loved as much as I did. The night continued with more fucking after a short break. The sinks next to the toilets became cock washing facilities, with several guys at any given time standing there and cleaning themselves up. Their eyes still glowing from the most recent pleasures. A hot blond guy asked me to fuck him, back at the benches. I happily complied. At the other end of the bench, there was a young guy on his back, waiting to be fucked. As I rammed my cock into him, blond guy walked behind me and started fucking me, while I was still fucking the young guy. I felt like heaven and wished it would never stop. As blond guy came inside me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and left my load into the young guy in front of me. After 4 hours, I left the club, exhausted and happily filled with cum and emptied balls. It was only then when I realised how busy I was, because I didn’t sit down for a single minute to have a drink.

Are you even listening? There are no equivalent “sets of facts” that are subject to opinion. There are only the facts, and they don’t belong to a political party. This is exactly my point. How you “feel” about a fact is irrelevant. Feelings are not facts. Our nation is suffering mightily right now because so many people have substituted feeling for thinking. Butthurt does not make something magically true.

I started the follow up but ran into some issues and couldn't finish it, Sorry For what it is worth, after many requests thru emails, I have started on a new story for the Kid. I hope to start publishing it in the next couple weeks after I get a few chapters completed

Bout 5 minutes ago. He texted me while i was responding to a thread here. i anticipated Him though, so was already cleaned out. Same FB i've written about the last several posts on this thread. He's pretty much been my FB during the pandemic, and i'm grateful to have Him as a FB, He's really sweet and so full of cum. i told Him after it felt like He left a gallon of His seed in me, He replied: "that's the idea." Fuck, lucky chemistry for us. i just took a friend to the airport last night after a week long visit. A guy i love, we allgn in several areas, but His primary sexuality is oral (on ass) and using His hand. i love that too, but after a point that is foreplay for me and i have to have Cock and what comes out of it. i think i need something physical of the Man who fucks me placed inside of me..., i need to be bred. Ultimately, there is no substitute for a Man with a Cock who needs/wants to breed, and this FB is one of those types of Men, and apparently i'm His type of bottom because He keeps wanting to plant His seed in me.

The biggest shame in the federal government's response to this is that in the Strategic National Stockpile there is over100 million does of the older ACAM2000 vaccine. This is like the smallpox vaccine I got first as a baby and then before going to college. While there can be some minor side effects and if it takes it will leave a small scar like the one on my left shoulder, otherwise healthy people have very little to be concerned about. Releasing even a small percentage of this would end this issue and probably be more cost effective. Also it only requires a single dose.

Factual information. There continues to be this absurd notion that “alternate facts” should be given equal weight with actual facts. Where you can document a fact with credible evidence, quoted matter in context, and other objective, empirical proof, then make a case and claim a fact. Disagreeing with a fact doesn’t make it not a fact. Disliking a fact doesn’t make it not a fact. Likewise, having a wild-ass conspiracy theory based on “proof” that isn’t provable, logic that isn’t logical, and “evidence” that isn’t evident doesn’t make what the conspiracy theorist pulls out of his ass a fact. There is an evidentiary basis for truth, and for fact, often solidly grounded in scientific method. If you want to make your case for some fact or other (one assumes it will be a “Republican fact”, since you draw the distinction) be sure you’ve got your evidence solid. To be candid, the standard-bearer for the Republican Party has painted the party with a ve-e-e-ry broad brush to resemble himself, and he is a proven habitual liar (30,573 documented public falsehoods in office), so you can’t be terribly surprised if people don’t take Republicans’ word on much of anything anymore and expect a bit more evidence.

As far as sounds’ use in a BDSM setting goes, that’s true, but sounds aren’t strictly BDSM gear - many people use them simply as a type of alternative solo or fetish play, or even simply a kind of advanced masturbation. Without a doubt, one man penetrating another’s phallus right down to his very core is an exercise in power exchange. In some ways it can feel like an even more profoundly intimate violation than breeding - a male is deeply penetrated in the very organ he would himself use to penetrate. But solo play need not involve that dynamic, and can simply be about the pleasurable sensations one gives oneself. Although my introduction to sounding was certainly in the BDSM sphere and very much in the context you describe, I think it would be inaccurate to suggest that the practice is limited to it, or requires a second person whose participation might alter the experience. I will suggest that one’s first try at it is probably best with the assistance of someone practiced, but that experience need not be of a BDSM nature.

Nice link! I am thoroughly entertained, however, to find that my current state of residence is not even on their list of states. *sigh*

Aaaand in the news today, some phlebotomists from testing labs LabCorp and Quest are refusing to draw blood from suspected Monkeypox patients. I mean, it’s not like they took a job to test for diseases or something… [think before following links] https://www.cnn.com/2022/08/03/health/monkeypox-blood-phlebotomists/index.html

I'm a lucky li'l faggot😈😎!! I've become increasingly concerned about the spread of Monkeypox in our gay community over the last several days. Vaccine is in very short supply...boys have been standing in line for hours only to be told that the vaccine supply has been exhausted. Yesterday, CA Gov. Gavin Newsom declared a California-wide Health Emergency because of Monkeypox. This morning, I'm sure it's only a coincidence, I received a text from my health care provider, Stanford (University) Health Care, that Monkey pox vaccine was now available. I met the criteria (possible exposure at GearUp Weekend earlier last month). I immediately signed up and received an appointment response this afternoon. I have a vaccination appointment Thursday morning...Woohoo😂!!! Thank you Gay Gods...now please help my other gay brothers!! 😛

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

I’m a smooth 22 year old twink. I’d always been a safe sex boy but the weather was exceptionally hot – up to 40 – and I was super horny! There is an old guy who lives in my apartment block who I could see from the apps was in the poz tribe. He always hits me up and even though his pics show he has a massive cock – yeh he keeps sending me dic pics – I wasn’t going to meet him because I didn’t want raw and I don’t want poz. Today in the heat I was horny as anything and NEEDING cock in me. I got a boner watching raw porn and started imaging guys shooting their loads into me. I changed my profile to say – “cumslut – door open – taking all loads – dm for address”. Wow I couldn’t believe what I was typing. I lubed my hole up, unlocked the door, leaving it ajar and went to lie on my bed. My phone was already buzzing. I started replying to messages, giving out the photos people were asking for. Suddenly I heard my door squeak as it opened fully and someone walk along the hall. Who could that be? I hadn’t given out my address. Then the old poz dude walked into my bedroom in just his shorts. I already had a semi from messaging the guys but when I turned and saw who it was my cock sprang to full rock solid hardness. I couldn’t believe it – was I about to be pozzed, did I want it? Instinctively I got down on my knees and started sucking. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed some deep sniffs. The horniness took over and I started to such his cock balls deep greedily. Then he pushed me away gently and gave me the bottle again. I sniffed more. I kissed him and said “the heat has got me, ride me raw, I’m ready to risk that massive poz snake in me raw”. He said “good boy” and began to slide his massive cock into my pre-lubed hole. I told him I was ready to become the dumb twink I always longed to be. My hole felt completely full in a way I had never experienced before. I begged him to breed me and to make he his. He pounded harder saying “sure will boy, my toxins will go in you, making you mine, converting you totally”. After about 10 mins of hard fucking he growled and said “yes lad, pozzing you now, no escaping the poz cum is in you now”. I shot the biggest load ever at that and hugged him. Then he said “gotta go, done my job here” then put his shorts on and walked out.

Dude - do you even think about what you post? Do you not realize that's what the right wing has been doing for far, far longer than the Democrats have - in fact, since the 1960's, when the Democrats coalesced into the party of liberals while conservative Democrats began fleeing from their party to the welcoming arms of the GOP. The Republican party has been portraying Democrats as the ruination of America because of feminism, abortion, civil rights, gay rights, and more for my entire life, and CERTAINLY for yours. How did you reach whatever age you are and think this is strictly a Democratic phenomenon? See, there's that "belief" thing again, which is nice and all, but it's not "factual". Here's the facts: Acts of Congress have to pass both chambers there, and to pass the Senate it requires 60 votes (even for the most innocuous bills) because if any member objects, they have to take what's called a cloture vote - to limit filibustering and bring bills to a vote. It takes 60 votes to invoke cloture. So unless your party has 60 senators, or you can get the balance needed to defect from the other side, you can't advance most legislation. From 1969, the point at which the Democrats became the "liberal" party (as their conservative members began switching parties), the Democrats have had a 60-vote margin in the Senate from 1975 to 1979 (at which time abortion rights, civil rights, and voting rights were considered "solid" and gay rights were scarcely imagined), and then again for roughly two months of actual Senate meeting time during the 2009-2010 period, during which time the ACA was the only thing they could get through before they lost that supermajority. THAT is why the Democrats haven't passed things "by Act of Congress". For most things, they don't have the needed votes. By contrast, most of what the GOP has wanted to do for the past 40 years is cut taxes, which is one of the few things you can do with a bare majority. And they've done it every time they take power - under Reagan, under Bush I, under Bush II, under Trump. Funny how decades of locking up hundreds of thousands of black men to get them off the streets, summarily executing them during traffic stops and no-knock raids, and the like can make people feel like victims. In the 1960's and early 70's, black people had a sense that white people were starting to come around and that their civil rights were being protected finally. Then along came the Burger, Rehnquist, and Roberts courts that threw out many of the gains they'd made in the late 50's and 60's. You know, it's kind of rational to change your outlook when circumstances change. I'll take "Things that never happened" for $2,000 and hope it's the Daily Double. Tell me you don't understand Critical Race Theory without saying you don't understand it and make it obvious you only get your warped view of it from right-wing media. Critical Race Theory (which the vast, vast majority of Americans will ever encounter, because it's a specialized academic discipline at the graduate school level) doesn't "induce" people to believe anything. It presents facts - oh, those pesky facts again! - that aren't necessarily obvious regarding the effects of race on various institutions. What people draw from those facts is a different matter. But since you don't even know what CRT is, I can't expect you to understand what we can learn from it. Oh, facts time again. All three cable news networks - Fox, CNN, MSNBC - are declining in viewership. All three. Fox is not "soaring". And in fact, only a tiny percentage of Americans watch ANY of the three on any given day - about 4 million people across all three networks. But given how you're trumpeting FoxNews, it's pretty clear where your brain rot is coming from.

I couldn't have said it any better than that. .

Yes. I had an excruciatingly painful anal fissure caused by a too-large plug being forced into my ass too quickly. Conservative measures were not effective, and I finally underwent an outpatient surgical procedure to repair the tear. I abstained from anything that could compromise the repair for a full six weeks, and recovered completely. Since then, I have gradually - gradually, mind you, never, ever forgetting that I once had a tear - worked on stretching my hole to take bigger cocks so I that I’ve never had to tap out on a fuck no matter how big the cock, and a few weeks ago finally took my first fist. Now that I’m that flexible down there, I don’t think I need worry about another fissure. Yes, complete recovery is possible. But don’t rush the recovery.

Thank you for that detailed explanation @BootmanLA , much appreciated 👍

To all, thanks for sharing stories and pics. I don't have it, but know someone who has it, and as mentioned, in his hole. Has also apparently effected his prostrate, and painful to even piss. For those luckily enough to have gotten Vax before it became so limited, just remember it doesn't work overnight! From what I've heard, anywhere from 10-14 days to be effective!

But what you just described is exactly what Fox News does to fire-up its Republican base. Fox News has been spewing lies that, as you say, "lack factual support" for years (Example: the great election steal). All those lies have culminated a base of hate not just to minorities and gays, but to Democrats in general. Yesterday I was driving from Georgia to Florida and when I crossed the State line into Florida, I saw two Billboards in close succession. The first read "DON'T BE A DEMOCRAT". The second read "DEMOCRATS ARE RUINING AMERICA. Go to www.americanaffliction.com". I checked out the website and found it repulsive, but I encourage everyone to check it out. Anyone that thinks that the Republican base is not coming after us has their head in the sand. I respect your opinion, Close2MyBro, but I think you are out to lunch on this one.

I’m currently in StL tile Sunday for a convention. There were no plans last night so I ubered over there. Paid. Cleaned. wemt to that dark area and within 5 mins a stocky sexy Mexican dude said, get in the sling I wanna Cum….5 mins later his load was in me. The next hour consisted of me getting fucked and docking the 2 guys on either raise. One was a cute boy with a baseball cap. Ass was sweet, he had a skinny dick…. after they were both done, finding each came inside me. 3lpadsnow. What happened next is my fantasy to a t. this absolutely ugly faced, shorty guy, with pot marks and beard, maybe 35, went into the other glory hole…. put his cock out to get sucked. It was MASSIVE. You should know, I love ugly men to breed and use my beautiful hole. the cock was about 9 inches and HUGELY THICK. And he carried these massive smelly balls. For the next 45 mins he used my hole. Didn’t pound but stretched and enjoyed. night ended by a cute Latin kid playing with my nipples and came all over his tits and face . He was in heaven!

Just an update… I had a mild case overall, and I'm grateful that was the case. BUT it just won't quite go away - which ie beyond frustrating. I started Techovirimat (aka TPOXX) on "Day 11" and just too my last pills this morning (Day 25). Things were going so well that I thought I'd stop the TPOXX early. But then a little over a week ago ("Day 17", day 6 of TPOXX) I took a pic to see how thing were going "down there" (I felt great) and I saw an unhealed lesion. At that point I figured I'd continue the TPOXX for the full 14 days. BUT it hasn't healed in that time. It's looked pretty much like this the entire time… So that little fucker is going to stop me from having fun this weekend (I'm going to Montréal for Pride). I just want it to heal so I can be done with everything. But the takeaway for guys who are trying to avoid getting MPX is that, if that sore were in my ass rather than just outside it, I would have no clue I still had a problem and I'd be at GI Joe this weekend taking loads - and infecting the tops who fucked me. So this is not a good situation for tops since you can't see the lesions that could infect you and the bottom may have no clue that they haven't healed.

LMK the next time you're in Raleigh together - I'll come over and slide in & give one of you my full blown nut.

I fucking love playing with two asses at once. Fucking one, pulling out, using the fuck juices from the first to fuck the second.

Oh .... maaaaaybe ..... ask the folks over to Kansas 😁

I might add that my former Master used to say that anything a man said “never” to, he would have him doing it within seven sessions. I was always a little skeptical of that, but to be fair, this is a man who persuaded me to let him run a .18 gauge needle through each of my testicles. …Having said that, I feel the need to emphasize that dropping a steel sound down your cock and running a steel needle through your balls are completely different - and utterly opposite - experiences. I recommend trying the former; the latter, not so much.

wasted, wasting - Love the look, although it yields a lot of drunk guy sex results (for obvious reasons) bathhouse, sauna, grindr, craigslist - Love totally anon (hence risky) encounters fedex, ups - my delivery guy fetish

The demand is much higher than supply ; most of the vaccines were reserved for the drop in at the general hospital. You’d be in a longer line if you made an appointment. I made an appointment and still hadn’t heard back from that . And you are right to criticize this! It’s disastrous and absolutely should be managed better. however the line does feel like a community block party 😉 lots of hot guys too

Love it.

I’m usually getting fucked in a public sling. If the night is busy and there are a lot of guys coming around to check out my hole then quick fucks are better. I’m more into quantity of loads over quality of fuck. I love the guys who walk up and pump a load in with a couple thrusts. If the night slows down I’ll enjoy anybody in me. I’ll have guys pound on my hole for half an hour or more.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_k5i9Rwsqwkoq Give me a couple of Loads!

The official recommendation is two doses four weeks apart, which is projected to give very long term immunity. What's being bandied about is the fact that apparently a single dose gives you that level of protection for a year or two, at a minimum, and doses are in short supply, but are expected to grow in availability over the fall and winter. The logical conclusion to draw from that is, if you only take one dose now, the second can go to someone else as HIS first dose, and both of you can get your second dose later in the year, before immunity wanes, and thus the current supply will protect a lot more people. It's being suggested as a way to help get this under control faster by vaccinating more people with the available supply.

It’s funny how goal posts shift. A few weeks ago, before the vaccine became available, most of us were only too happy to have a vaccine which wouldn’t prevent us catching the virus, but which would protect us from severe disease. By all accounts, one shot of the current vaccine is enough to provide that level protection. But now it seems like everyone is pursuing maximum protection from catching the disease at all. I’ll take the risk of catching a mild version of it now that I’ve had that first shot. My generation has lived so much of its life in fear of disease- first HIV, then COVID, now monkeypox- and time’s running out for some us.

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.”

The guy who taught me to deep throat would have me lay on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. It started as a learning experience, as it progressed it got more and more brutal and I fucking loved it. I know he trained me for his own ends, he wanted a ready throat to fuck and since we were friends he knew I was going to be available as needed (and always was until he moved). The experience served me well, and to this day when I am sucking cock and the guy grabs hold of my head I can't help but get frenzied because I know what is coming (and cumming!)

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.

The biker guy stayed in me. After a minute he reached down to squeeze the last of his cum into my asshole as he pulled out. "Thanks dude!" I was wondering what response to mumble when Paul replied, "I didn't want to invite you, but I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't." They both roared with laughter. Good thing I'd been slow and avoided a faux pas. I laid there for another minute ignoring Paul and the biker's conversation. Finally I took a deep breath, flipped over and sat up. I must've been quite a site, with a big load of cum in my hair, on my cheek and neck. Another two were mostly in my ass, except for the part on my thighs and soaking into the duvet. Paul had put the phone away at some point. Wonderful. "You did great dude." Pretty sure that was Paul. I was at a loss. The man whose name I didn't know who had recently ejaculated inside me grabbed my cock playfully and started to jerk it. He was the oldest of the group, maybe 55. He had three big earrings in each ear. They matched the rings he had in each nipple. He looked me right in the eye as my dick got hard. "You love taking loads don't you. I can tell from your cock it's true. She was never going to be able to give you what you need." He squeezed my balls until I gasped. "Don't cum bitch." The guy who'd cum in my hair suddenly reappeared with his dick sticking straight out. "Oh good, his hole's free!" He slapped the biker on the shoulder. I realized he had a biohazard tattoo right by his dick. "Hey man I know that's an HIV tattoo. I don't want to have sex with an HIV+ guy." He chuckled. "Um too late for that dude." He pushed me back on the bed and scooted my ass back. "Everyone here is poz, silly." I froze, discombobulated. He had me hold my legs apart at the knees and fucked me hard. I was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I just wanted to experience getting fucked by a guy. I'd intended to have safer sex with one man and wound up consenting to unprotected sex with three, all of whom are apparently HIV+. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck I've got another big load for your married ass." I pulled my legs wider and looked him right in the eye. "Breed my ass. Turn me into a faggot."

It looks like you know how to play and have fun!

My tastes in body type and looks have expanded considerably from when I was younger. But one thing has remained the same - personality. I have always loved confidence coupled with kindness. I had a pivotal period of about a year when I was 31. Up until my time with him I was picky, and kept myself from being a total pig because 1) I hadn’t yet come to terms with being gay and was still fooling myself about settling down with a woman, and 2) I still incorrectly thought being a total whore meant something was wrong with you. But I met a guy online who was every bit of sexually repressed as I was. He lived in another city with his partner but traveled around Texas for work so I’d drive to whatever city he was in and we’d fuck, we’d go out, we’d fuck someone else then go back to the hotel and fuck again. Somehow we felt that with the other’s acceptance it was okay to let loose, we were in different cities than where we lived so who was going to know? We went to sex clubs, parties, back rooms… it was like anything was okay if we were together. Now, he was a handsome fucker with a gorgeous 8 inch perfectly straight thick cock, and I wasn’t bad to look at either and had a great dick myself almost equal to his, we were both confident and finding random dudes to fuck seemed so much easier with him there… and when I thought about the dynamics years later I concluded it was because we weren’t desperate and we were both projecting a completely unworried desire for fun. So a few months into our escapades I set up an ‘everyone welcome’ gangbang for me so he could watch me get railed by random guys of all types. I’d never done anything like that before. It was both exciting and fear inducing at once. That’s what broke the stupid gate I’d locked myself behind for too many years. The guys that showed up were all over the physical spectrum, young, old, hot, less than attractive… whatever. Seeing him turned on watching me get plowed over and over again, and seeing how turned on the guys were who were getting the chance to fuck me made me realize sex should ALWAYS be that fun and unbridled and honestly it didn’t really matter who it was with when it was just sex. And that year also did something else for me. I was able to realize I enjoyed being a top way more than being a bottom. Because I didn’t need to be such a confused passive little afraid bitch about sex. Big beefy guys do it for me, skinny runts do it for me. Hairy, smooth. I even get turned on by a certain kind of ugly. And I have a soft spot for guys who are a little slow in the head. God help me. But I don’t like meanness or rude… that kills any desire for me.

Great to see here how you guys handle the term “addiction” and own it. Wish I had known or at least heard from guys like all of you earlier. In my case I would say, sex is a helpful and necessary addiction. I was accused of being sex addicted, and was often advised to do something to “cure“ it, I’ve been shamed for that… it interestingly came from people who suppressed their own desires and couldn’t believe in living them up freely, or were even jealous of the way how I lived it up. Accusations came from former lovers/partners, but also by people for whom it shouldn’t have been any business (friends, or even or couples (gay or straight) who considered their lives to be exemplary role models….). Had to learn on my own in the course of time, "If I'm addicted, then I own it, I love it, fuck you!" and to be proud of it and be shameless with pride. Anything can end up into an addiction (job, a hobby, sports etc), if you handle it neglecting other aspects in your life, or damaging your health. But so far, sex only benefited my health the moment I started to live it the way I desired (lots of it and with lots of men, enjoying the variety of encounters and the uniqueness of each man). So it's less a damaging addiction, but a "cure" itself, if dosed the right way... and sometimes you have to increase the dose no matter which cure... I’m uncompromising about fulfilling my commitments towards job, Friends or family, and I do have other hobbies and interests or social connections, and they function. Having said that, sex is for me everything combined: hobby, interest, nutrition for the soul, energy source, spiritual practice, and definitely an addiction that I enjoy very much… And there's the social aspect by having lot of sex: some people connect socially by clubbing, sports, movies, dining, to hang out with similar minded (which is I do with “ordinary” friends or family). My peer groups and social places also consists of men that I share similar experiences of upbringing, sexuality, love, life planning or finding our position in society as non-heteronormative men, or lust and sex drive. Be it close friends that I occasionally have sex with, fuck buddies, hook ups or generally the guys I meet at cruising areas. All of them are like-minded men. I don’t connect with them socially by dining, movies or conversations in the first place - we connect socially by having sex. There’s so much understanding and support being exchanged non-verbally by fucking. Sex is the vibe where we as like-minded men meet with a human touch. If needed, we may exchange conversations and thoughts after the sex, depending on how close we are, but sex is the main tool how we communicate and give each other what you always give one another while interacting socially: the support and fulfillment of being what you are. I get it then and there with those men (or men like you here in this thread) like nowhere else. For me it’s even a necessity to regularly fuck at first sight with strangers in order to connect on a primal raw level and to support each other to feel our wild natural side again, free from emotional connections or a common past. That makes the act pure and even kind of innocent, since you don’t know each other yet. That resets my brain and mind every time again in order to start afresh with my life‘s challenges. In short: for me, having lots of sex with lots of men is a lifestyle, and a mindset, an energy booster, social activity, maybe call it a religious practice. It’s necessarily addictive, cause it keeps me coming back for more again and again, because it’s each time like being born again. And most of all, it’s fun! It’s a passion. It’s only an addiction in a negative sense or hypersexuality for those who don’t understand the various benefits sex can provide and don't have that priority. But apart from that, I love men, I love being gay, I love sex, I love sex for the sake of having sex, no matter with whom, I love being helpless in the face of my own sex drive, I love fucking brainlessly again and again until my balls are empty. Why…? … because it’s simply right. Period. The more men I breed, the more I’m living my best life. I have to do it, again and again, there’s no other go. If it's still considered an addiction - hell yes! Gimme more!

I have to be honest about this: while I find brother-brother sex a huge turn on and don’t really have an issue with it, I’m always concerned about parent-child relations (even though I often find stories about it a turn on and once seduced a fuckbud’s father at his request in order to facilitate his desire to have sex with his father). But my fuckbud was 20 or so when we first hooked up. The notion of an adult parent having sex with their minor child is an abuse of their role imho...and I say that as one who’s now quite envious of those who started their gay sex lives as teenagers. By way of example, my godson wanted me to fuck him when he was 14-15. I refused only to have him join me in the shower when he turned 16 (to fuck me). His boyfriend, it turned out, popped Che’s cherry a few weeks after I refused (he’s almost four years older than Che) In the last year or so, my godson and his boyfriend had a threesome, replete with gear, with Che’s younger brother as their present for his 14th birthday.

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

I love that daddy's breed their sons. my daddy was not poz but he arranged a conversion event for me at 21 yo. He paid 3 poz men who were in the last stages of the disease to gang fuck me. Each of those beautiful men deposited 3 loads each of their toxic and lethal cum into my battered and bleeding hole. My father was very pleased and kept whispering the most twisted and sick shit in my my ears. i kissed and licked the mens lesions and sores and thanked them gratefully for giving me AIDS and that i looked forward to following them into death. Since then I have pozzed more than i can count ALL ages and my own offspring...i love my aids...