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Went in for a massage as my back was was quite tight. Started the massage like with no inclination of anything extra being offerer. About half way through he places his uncut cock on my hand, and then whispers in my ear, do you bottom? When i said yes, he replied he'd be back as he needs to get a condom. Back in the room, condom on, he starts sliding between my crack and adds more oil, he tries entering but im quite tight so he ends up loosing his hardon. He pulls back and starts fingering my tight hole during which i heard the distinction noise of the condom coming off. He then quickly slides into me raw and starts to fuck me deep. I knew he was in raw but decided to just ask if he has a condom on, he said yes and proceed to fuck me harder. He started to moan and then blew his load in me. He pulls out and and grabs the condom and acts like he was taking it off. Off to the shower and confirmed his load was leaking out my tight hole. Definitely going back for a repeat

Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

Part 61 - Prince Maximilian of Monrovia Sam stood by Prince Alden with Nick behind keeping a close eye on them both. He watched his brother chuckling who still looked like a rabbit in headlights, yet there was part of him that was almost as shocked but still full of pride for him. The whole thing seemed bizarre and funny as he looked at his brother, now a prince and married to a prince. "Dam, so my brother is a prince now!" Sam exclaimed then looked at Alden. "Yes he is" Alden replied and smiled watching them. "For real?" Sam asked, "A royal prince" he asked and Alden nodded, "I ain't bowing to him!". The dowager queen chuckled "Protocol dictates you shall" she said, "So are you my new project?". "Granny!" Alden said glancing at her with a smirk, "Leave my friend alone". "Nonsense. Sam you need proper protocol etiquette training and I shall do that" she replied. "Granny why?" Alden said interjecting again. The dowager queen chuckled "Sam take my arm please" she insisted, "Alden, Sam is family now". Alden looked at Sam then laughed nodding his head, the actual idea of Sam being part of the family had completely escaped him. The Sovereign Guards were lined down the steps either side in a guard of honour with swords held aloft in military slute. Alex and Max walked down the steps as each guard bowed their heads until they reached the horse drawn carriage, lowering their swords they now held them at their side waiting for the rest of the royal family to leave. The carriage footman opened the door "Your royal highnesses" he said bowing to them both. Alex stepped in first then Max who still looked stumped "Does it feel weird?" Alex asked. Max shrugged and smiled at him "I don't know what to make of it yet" he replied. Alex smiled and waved to the crowd "We are equals now" he said turning to look at Max. Liam and Franco took their seats in the carriage and the eight sovereign guards on horse back took up position, the crowd cheered as the carriage started a very slow movement for a circle around the plaza before heading down the boulevard back to the palace. The love and affection emanating from the crowd towards them was overwhelming and didn't stop. Max was struggling to figure a lot of this out, yet with the eight Sovereign Guards riding at their sides in guarding mode he suddenly felt the true sense of his life going forward. It was never going to be the same, he is a prince, he is royalty and he has the person he loves more than ever sitting right by him. Alex waved then looked at Max who was staring at him, in a very uncontrollable wave of love Alex pulled Max to him and kissed him long and hard drowning from the roars of cheering from the crowd. Alex broke from the kiss "Bales, once more around the plaza" he instructed the head coachman. "Yes your highness" Bales replied signifying with his hand they were going around again. The crowd erupted again in an even louder cheer realising the carriage was going round again, this caused a hold up on the cathedral steps with the royal and Max's family from getting in to their cars. They didn't mind and watched seeing how the crowd were loving the royal spectacle of the two princes. Finally the carriage made the left turn off the plaza and on to the boulevard heading back towards to the palace, and the fleet of cars and minibuses pulled up to the cathedral steps. Josh walked out in to the fresh warm air with Marty holding hands "Well glad that is over" he said. Marty looked at him "Really?". "All those interviews I had to do talking about the dresses for the royal family" Josh said smiling. Marty chuckled "Almost as famous as Max now" he said squeezing his hand. Josh laughed "Prince Maximilian if you don't mind" he said giggling and giving him a cheeky kiss. Tom walked up behind them "You two next" he said grinning with Artem arriving at his side. Marty turned around and noticed Artem "You dating Franco or what?" he asked straight out. Artem smiled "Maybe" he said then looked at Josh, "Tom is right about you two" he said. Josh chuckled "Suppose so. But you are pretty fit Artem. I would do you in an instant" he said. Tom laughed as Gareth stood now arrived "What are you laughing at?" Gareth asked. Tom grinned "Hello boyfriend" he replied looking all weird, "That feels strange saying that". Gareth smiled "Sweet little thing aren't you" he said, "Cocky and self assured though". Tom shrugged looking at him "Little! Shut up and get in the bus" he said to Gareth smiling. In the household lounge the senior footman followed the instructions Jackson left him and updated the protocol board that was in force with immediate effect. The two changes were reeled off to the heads of department to instruct all their teams. The senior footman walked over to the board and under the picture of Max he changed the Protocol Address Initial from Sir to Your Royal Highness, Secondary was changed from Sir to Your Highness. Protocol Formality Initial was changed from Head bow/nod to Full bow/curtsy, Secondary changed from Head bow/nod to acknowledge to Full bow/curtsy. The addition of Franco as his protection officer and Tom and Mateo as Valet to both princes along with Artem in his new role of Private Secretary to them both with Mateo as Assistant. The carriage slowed until it came to a full stop under the sunshine of the Monrovian sky. Liam and Franco stepped down and helped each prince down. Walking up the steps to the large doors of the palaces main entrance the sovereign guards bowing and the footmen inside opened the doors. Inside the household staff stood in a line applauding and bowing as they walked along the large entrance hall and into the long gallery leading to the residence doors at the far end, there they proceed towards the formal lounge and await the arrival of the rest of the family, importantly a few minutes peace and quiet. The footman entered the lounge bringing them both some chilled water. "Is there anything else I can get your highnesses?" he asked. Alex shook his head "No that is all, thank you" he replied, "Walk away" he added softly. The footman bowed and left the room "How are you, I know that was a little unexpected?" Alex asked. "Did you know?" Max replied looking at Alex who shook his head, "He made me a prince" he said. Alex leaned over and kissed him "It only means people now have to bow properly" he informed Max. Max leaned back on the sofa sighing "And call me a highness" he added then burst out laughing. The doors to the lounge opened and the king and queen entered having been in the first car. They both stood and Alex kissed his father on each cheek then bowed his head and did the same to his mother. Max unsure what he was suppose to do now until the king informed him that as a prince the protocol was to kiss on each cheek then bow your head. He did exactly that and noticed Alex was now in conversation with his father. The queen took Max's arm "Let's walk outside for a moment" she said guiding him outside. Max fingered the collar of his tunic "My god these are uncomfortable" he said. The queen smiled "Alden always complains about them" she replied, "You will get use to it". "I didn't quite expect to exit as a prince" Max now said still bewildered by the whole thing. "You are lucky Max" the queen said, "I had no choice and knew what I was marrying into". Max looked at her "Marrying the crown prince you get the title by default" she said. "I suppose you had time to figure it out a bit" Max said as they sat on a bench. The queen nodded "Even before we married I was trained hard and solidly for months" she added. "To be the perfect princess and queen in waiting" Max guess and she nodded. "It will fit in to place soon enough Max and you will feel normal eventually" the queen told him. "Normal!" Max exclaimed laughing then going quiet, "I still feel like an outsider" he remarked. The queen chuckled "I am still an outsider Max, in fact every one is except one person". Max looked at her all confused "What do you mean?" he asked. "There is only one person who matters, the monarch. He is the only one on the inside" she explained. "But you are a queen" Max replied sounding more unsure now. "By title Max" the queen said, "The king is the only one who matters, we are all outsiders". "Even Alex and Alden?" Max asked staring at Alex and the king through the windows. "Yes" she replied, "Even the dowager is still an outsider in those terms". Max nodded "Ultimately the king is the one who dictates and decides, with my help" she added. "I never looked at it like that, you hear royalty and assume it is all fluffy and nice" Max said. The queen smiled and stood "That is the beauty of royalty Max. Making it look good". Max smiled "But you make a really good job of being queen" he told her. The queen laughed "Suppose so. But never forget you are always one step behind, even with Alex". "I know" Max replied, "Blood line and all that" he said waving his hand casually in the air. "Exactly, blood royals are always first, us mere mortals go last" she said laughing. Max stood holding his arm out "You are going to fit in perfectly" she said smiling and taking it. By the time they walked back in to the lounge the rest of their families had arrived back and were enjoying a quick refreshing drink before they needed to be in the state banquet hall for the wedding breakfast. It was like his parents had been briefed on the protocol as they both came over to congratulate Alex and Max, kissing them both of each cheek then his father bowed his head and his mother performed her bob. A moment that was incredibly weird for Max seeing his parents bowing and curtseying to him before starting casual conversation. Max excused himself quickly to use the bathroom across the hallway from the formal lounge. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror almost brought a tear to his eye seeing all the formal decorations on his tunic properly for the first time. Composing himself he walked across to the doors where the two footmen bowed 'Your Royal Highness' they both said opening the doors for him. A tingle ran up his spine being addressed this way, the head bow was more pronounced and the words he heard were purposely directed at him this time being alone as he entered the formal lounge. First on the agenda before the banquet was the formal wedding photographs in the throne room and a chance to get a photo with both families. With the first of the banquets over Alex and Max mingled with the guests as the numbers slowly dwindled down until only a few non royal guests remained. Liam and Franco never far behind kept a close watch on their princes. At least they had a few hours before the evening reception would take place and also allowed them a chance to enjoy themselves as it was casual. It was the reception for the household staff to celebrate the union along with all the guests in the palace. Despite the so called casualness the Monrovian royal family would still attend in non-state dress. This meant blue tunics for Alex and Max and yet more photo calls before hand. Artem though still had a pile of work to get through and caught Alex and Max asking them for an hour of their time to finalise some arrangements for the next two months. Artem was actually surprised that Alex didn't kick off and was grateful for the little distraction and do something normal for a change. It didn't take long to get through the diary and Max found that he was attending almost half of Alex's engagements. "So how does it feel Max?" Artem asked looking up from the diary he was writing in. "I expect you mean about being a prince?" Max asked and Artem nodded, "I am still Max" he replied. Artem smiled "It was a lovely ceremony and reception" he said then scribbled more notes. "Are we done yet?" Alex asked interrupting them, "Only I am getting bored and fancy a walk". "Couple more engagements" Artem advised him as Franco appeared at the door. Max turned his head "What's up Franco, do we have to be somewhere?" he asked looking confused. "Who said I was here for you!" Franco remarked and Alex looked over at Artem. Franco chuckled "I have come to take Artem for a drink in the household lounge". "I am busy" Artem replied blushing slightly. "We can finish this off tomorrow" Alex said standing and Artem knew the meeting was over. Artem stood and bowed "Your highnesses" he said then looked at Franco who leaned against the wall. "Don't keep me waiting Artem!" Franco demanded, "I haven't got all day" he said smirking. "What is is with every one being so demanding!" Artem complained as he walked over to Franco. Alex scoffed "You are just as bad Artem!" he remarked then laughed dragging Max out of the office. Franco smiled "Want a kiss?" he asked, "If I am not too demanding" he added with a grin. Artem walked up to Franco and kissed him softly "Are we going then?" he asked, "I need a coffee". Alex and Max both looked at each other and smiled heading back to their bedroom to shower and change in to the blue tunics for this evening. Whilst waiting they watched the recap of the wedding on the TV. It had certainly appeared to have been well received and the crowds were still partying along the boulevard and plaza, a large crowd had now descended by the palace gates enjoying their picnics on the large park area outside to feel more apart of this historical day that had put Monrovia in the spotlight. The evening events started and the fanfare blasted out in the state banquet hall announcing the arrival of the monarch and royal family. In an unusual precedence Alex and Max were last to enter the banquet hall, stopping to greet each member of the household personally before the sumptuous buffet then the band playing allowing for a more traditional type of wedding. A special cherry and almond stollen wedding cake had been along with the Monrovian traditional wedding cake made by the palaces executive chef. By late evening Franco was having to prop Sam and Alden up whilst Nick just watched laughing, every one had indeed let their hair down to enjoy the relaxed evening. Shortly after midnight things began to wind down as people made their way back to their hotels or rooms in the palace. The quietness prevailed around the Regency suite, the pad was quiet since Alex and Max had literally collapsed on the bed half dressed, collapsed and exhausted they just wanted to sleep. Artem closed the door to the lounge of the pad and walked down the corridor to his apartment just as Franco appeared standing at the door to his. He stepped out in front of Artem and held his hand out giggling as Artem did a quick look around, still he acted like he was scared to be caught in the act. Without a word between them, Artem took Franco's hand and allowed himself to be guided in to inside where Franco closed the door. Still holding hands Artem was guided to the bedroom off the intimate lounge where Franco finally let go and closed the door. He turned to Face Artem who looked back at him nervously, taking a few steps towards Artem he stopped then leaned forward allowing his lips to brush against Artem's several times. Each moment that went by Artem felt the temperature in his body rising, their lips danced together in a ritual of teasing and testing each other until he finally locked them against Franco's and kissed him deeply. Franco ran his hand through Artem's hair then holding the back of his neck he began to return to the kiss pushing Artem's tongue back in to his mouth and taking control. Franco chuckled as Artem had began undressing him without realising he was doing it. Artem stopped and apologised but Franco grabbed his hands to placed them back to where Artem had got to, softly telling him to finish what he had started. The ever so serious Artem was showing his sensual side now as he slowly kissed Franco whilst his fingers moved freeing Franco of his clothes and decency standing there almost naked. Franco pulled Artem forward wrapping his arms around his back and kissing him with heated passion, his hands slipped down grabbing hold of Artem's arse. He raised himself up on tip toes feeling the hands deliberately squeezing and rubbing his arse cheeks, slowly they worked around undoing his button and zipper. Artem felt the cool air meeting his legs as his trousers dropped to his ankles. There was less patience with Franco who moved quickly getting him undressed, his hands once again moved around and lower, this time slipping inside his underwear and touching the bare skin of his arse. Artem moaned and heaved softly pushing his body up closer against him, the hardness of his erection was easy to feel. Distinctly he rubbed his cock against Franco's and found himself being eased backwards until he was laying on the bed. His eyes taking in the sight of Franco's body looming above him in the subtle glow of the bedroom lighting. Finally Artem knew without a shadow of doubt that admiring the male body was doing crazy things to him internally. His hands faltered at first but eventually he found the courage to tease Franco's underwear down, his fingers brushed against his cock that sprang from its release with an urgent desperation. He looked up and their eyes met, the signs of any reluctance had vanished from Artem's eyes. Carefully he climbed on the bed gulping as he tried to stem his own nerves and eventually laying next to Artem, his fingers softly touching all over Artem until they moved together and kissed. Small desperate please emitting from Artem as he felt his head being pushed down slightly, taking the hint he began kissing Franco's body that responded to every contact his lips made. Gently his head was pushed down further, he half expected Artem to resist initially. Artem just looked up at him and kissed his abdomen, his hand guiding him lower until he began kissing the hard shaft of his cock. Artem worried he wouldn't know what to do let his instinct take over, tenderly he kissed adding a frequent lick of his tongue. Above him on the bed Franco let out soft moans as his fingers played with Artem's hair, no longer did he push, he simply let Artem enjoy himself. Artem progressed and trying not to be eager which was hard, he was finding it more and more intoxicating. Part of him was urging Franco to guide him purposefully and dictate what he wanted, 'I won't last' Franco muttered in between short gasps 'take it' he whispered urging Artem on. The slimly trickle of precum leaving a smear across his stomach and Artem caught a taste of it. As weird as it tasted to him, it sent his senses into overload and strangely he knew what to do, his tongue circled around the tip of his foreskin just covering the head of Franco's cock, his lips moved around the head pushing the foreskin back and getting his first real taste of Franco. Instantly his own cock hardened fully like it was going to orgasm right now. His mouth felt the hefty and thick cock in his mouth. He felt Franco's hand beginning to guide him and he slowly worked his cock with tiny amounts of pressure. It was just enough to tease and cause Franco to push his hips up several times whispering Artem's name between his gasps and moans. Feeling a sense of accomplishment Artem sunk his mouth lower taking more cock in his mouth until the sheer hardness met the back of his throat causing him to splutter and cough. Franco gasped and pushed his hips up again rapidly 'fuck' he cried releasing his load in quick jerks filling Artem's mouth. Instantly Artem pulled his head back, his mouth open drippling cum back on to Franco, his cock still firing ribbons of his seed in to the air. A wave of sickness taking over him as he could feel and taste the remnants of Franco's cum in his mouth. Through this he watched Franco through his orgasm, his hand slipped down to his cock grabbing hold of it as it began pulsing. The sight of Franco causing Artem to shoot his load over Franco's cock and stomach. The feelings in his body almost bringing him to tears as he looked down at Franco, in his head there was no question he loved this man unconditionally. It took a moment for Artem to realise that Franco was looking up at him smiling with this hands clasped behind his head, wondering what Artem was thinking with is weird expression. Artem made eye contact with Franco coming back down from a lovers high, he smiled running his fingers along Franco's body then laid down next to him. Their eyes said it all and Franco pulled Artem over until he was laying on to of him, his arms holding him close. The squelching of the cum rubbing against both of their bodies caused Artem laugh somewhere between fun and disgust. In this one quick fifteen minutes a lot of questions were answered, was it any different being with a man and the answer was in their arms. With a sense of happiness sleep came to them both quickly. The final day of official celebrations came around and Max now stood in the throne room with his royal family. Adorned in his official black tunic and decorations as Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, unknown to him was the final part of his induction as a full royal. The throne room laid out with seating for the short ceremony then a photo call and finally the last full state banquet marking the end of the celebrations. By now Max had learnt to go with the flow when he saw the archbishop arriving dressed in his religious robes, the royal family of Monrovia wearing full royal attire including crowns and tiaras. Guided to take the lower step on the throne podium the footman began announcing each royal guest, they came up to the podium acknowledging the king and queen then addressing Max as his royal highness and bowing or curtsying before taking their seats. His feet beginning to ache as royal after royal was presented then the full entourage of Monrovian ambassadors from around the world then lastly the government officials. Max watched as his parents and brother were now inducted and given titles of Count and Countess of Valeoir. Sam was afforded the title Viscount Westwood-Lymm, Private Secretary to the Crown Prince. The archbishop now walked over to Max "Royal Majesties and highnesses, dignitaries and guests please stand for the crowning of his His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian" he announced as the entire room stood. The king walked over with a large box and opened it for the archbishop, carefully he took out the gold crown adorned with the Monrovian shield, royal insignia with a purple cap on the inside, the crown inlaid with jewels of diamonds and the brightest blue sapphires. Max almost giggled catching the queen's eye who winked, he remembered their conversation about preferring sapphires as gem stones. The archbishop held the crown above Max's head "By the crowning of Prince Maximilian of Monrovia thou shalt be duty bound to serve as a subject to the Sovereign and crown and retain the dignity royal afforded to you on this day". He lowered the crown on to Max's head as the crowd now chanted "God save the king" three times then applauded. His final act was now complete. Max was now a crowned royal and he stepped back next to Alex as the Monrovian national anthem was played bringing the ceremony to a conclusion. "You look like a royal knob head with that crown on" Alex said discreetly to Max. Max smirked holding his giggle "You are fine one to talk" he remarked, "Are you happy?" he asked. Alex nodded "Very. Being the spare is turning out to be alright" he said. Max smiled and gave Alex a cheeky kiss in front of all the guests who cooed seeing them in that moment. The king smiled and glanced over to Liam nodding his head in appreciation at a job well done at looking after his son Prince Alexander.

Here’s another. The Right Here, Right Now guy. Only ever has time to fuck when it’s right that instant and he never has more than an hour from the time you make contact. He is always hosting, and can usually host only right then and there because he lives with a roommate or family. Or because his life is always on the go. He expects that you will be there in 10 minutes, even though you live 20 minutes away and need a few minutes to get ready. He definitely can’t meet later and can never plan out a day or time in advance. The fact that you are physically unable to just *poof* magically appear in his home at that very moment is inconvenient for him. The world is expected to run on his schedule, because no one else has a life but him. Did I miss anything?

My hot young boyfriend moved in with me two weeks ago. He has been fucking me everyday - sometimes 2 or 3 times a day. He usually blows two loads in me each time we fuck. I am a very happy camper. Friday night we had gotten a little high and retired to the bedroom. He had me on my back and was throwing one of the best fucks I have ever had into me. I was watching his face as he started reaching the point of no return when he suddenly made a horrified and disgusted face and cried out. "Shadow (our dog) just licked my butthole." We both collapsed into laughter. A few minutes later with the dogs out of the bedroom, we got back to business, and he blew a huge load in me. 😉

nice wrecked mancunt here but need a skilled coach/trainer to get me to the level of prolapsed ruin I strive for. Nothing hotter to this highly promiscuous cock and fist pig than seeing a guy so sexually used, his rectum falls over a foot out of him, exposing even more pleasure stimulation area for guys to play with.

i am well on my way to that stage of ruin and I love feeling my hole lose an hanging open. I am used to the point now that my asshole is a gash rather than a little round hole at rest and it has started to prolapse from all the constant use from fists and bigger than human toys. When I am at a sex resort I get so used I have to sleep on a towel from all the cum and lube leaking out of my sloppy hole while i sleep. Only to wake up, stumble out of my room and into a sling for more use to start my day of sexual pleasure. My goals are two hands to the mid forearm (can go to wrist now), and one arm to the shoulder (can get almost to the elbow on smaller guys), and foot long prolapse (only falls out a couple inches now). I love seeing guys gathered around watching me like a some sexual version of a circus side show freak, getting themselves off watching me take size and use most guys can't begin to.

I've noticed lately, I've just been less and less inclined toward being an anonymous cumdump at bookstores/parks/etc. Maybe some of it is due to the sudden influx of monkeypox, but even before then.. after 2 years of everything being basically shut down, I just don't really care to have randos pumping their hot seed into my willing hole. Which isn't to say I've lost interest in sex, I just.. only want to have it with the handful of people I feel close to. Maybe I've just moved along the spectrum from cumslut to demisexual? I dunno. It's weird. I still get the urge to hit up a cruising spot, but after a few minutes, I just decide "Meh, I'll just rub one out." I dunno what to make of it. Is it "maturing"? Is it just the natural, changing flow of life? Maybe it's a pendulum and will swing back into "Yes, random strangers, please breed me one after another all day long" eventually. I'm not even sure I'm asking for advice, I just felt the need to kinda put it out there (like I used to put my ass out there! *rimshot*)

(Fill in what makes you cum harder than anything. Favorite kink? Fetish? Fantasy? Desire?) There is nothing better than... Seeing him pull his cock out of a freshly bred fuck hole and his cock is glistening wet from all the cum and anal juices. There is nothing better than... Seeing said cock still dripping a bit of sperm from his piss hole, while looking at what hes done to his partner's mancunt, which is winking at him, oozing sperm, dribbling down onto his balls and onto the bed sheets. There is nothing better than... Watching a man give into his sexually deviant side and use his asshole as a pussy to fuck and milk cocks.. watching a man go crazy with cock and cum lust and let a row of men use his hole for their pleasure. Allowing them to dump their load deep inside his guts, draining their balls... its so hot to see a man fully primal for cock. There is nothing better than... A beautifully fucked inside out asshole. A gape is incredibly hot and sexy, BUT to be fucked so good, long and hard that it turns his anus inside out, well...IMO, there are few things in this world that can rival the feeling i get to lick suck and fuck a beautiful rose bud/prolapse dripping with a mans cum. Its soooo hot to see a big prolapse unravel from his ass and his partner sticks his dick in, and that beautiful piece of meat just milks that cock for sperm. It must feel so fucking good to fuck a prolapse. And lastly, There is nothing better than seeing a bottom on all 4s, ass up high and open, getting fucked nice, watching his cock swinging and slapping, half hard, to hear his moans like a woman, and then without using his hands, to see his cock blasting rope after rope of sperm while he moans in pleasure from getting fucked hard by his partner. Something about a half soft/hard cock swinging around and leaking cum without touching... i want sooo badly to be underneath catching all his hot jizz in my mouth. Then the top can pull his dick out and stick it down my throat all the way while he coats my throat with a thick hot load. YOUR TURN!

@Monorchid, I completely understand your point of view, and I personally agree with your assessment of the drawbacks of the existing system. I think part of the problem is that the underlying software is fairly old and the size and complexity of the site are pushing its flexibility pretty hard. Also, BZ is built and maintained by a very small number of people. Both of those factors limit the possibilities as to how a goal can be accomplished. All that said, the number of words that trigger the automatic editors and filters is actually very small (single digits, I believe), and they're specific to subjects that are actually illegal (here in the States), with the intention that it never go live on the site at all. This avoids the temporary violation of the law that would otherwise occur between the time something is posted and the time it's reported and moderated. So, if you have a few words that you feel you really need to use for a story other other post, it's fine to message a moderator and see if we think they'd be a problem. Alternatively, you can post the story with the words in it, and if the filters change it on you, come up with a different way to express it and edit accordingly (or if the time window has ended, have a moderator do that). I do understand the failing of the latter approach as far as time invested if the vocabulary in question is crucial to the effect that you, as the author, are creating.

Sounds like the future lives of Max's family lie in Monrovia. Sam as Private Secretary to Alden and given the title of Viscount and his parents having titles bestowed on them too. Almost everyone has been paired up but I'm wondering what lies in store for Liam? Will it be Polly or will he be swept off his feet by someone waiting in the wings? It may not be something that is resolved before the end of this tale... Perhaps when the Royal Princes head off on their honeymoon he 'll encounter his love... guess we'll have to wait and see...

Some stats from South Florida, and maybe a nod to the value of the vaccine. For simplicity sake, I will just refer to Ft Lauderdale ( for all of Broward County FL) and Miami ( for all of Dade County FL) Before the vaccine was available down here, on 9 July , the Ft Lauderdale case numbers were 53, Miami 15. The next week Ft Laud jumped to 110, Miami went to 26, or, both just about doubled. At this point Ft Lauderdale area got doses of the vaccine and administered them at the Pride Center, Miami was still getting organized. The next weekly totals showed Ft Lauderdale at 156 cases, Miami had crept up to 54. By now, Ft Laud area health dept had scrambled and had vaccine clinics at 2 locations in the gay area of Wilton Manors and the men were getting their 1st shots. Soon after, the doubling decreased for Ft Lauderdale, but Miami continued. Now, as of 6 Aug, Miami has more cases reported compared to Ft Lauderdale - Miami has 346 to Ft Lauderdales 319 . How much can be directly tied to getting the monkey pox vaccine into arms, or how much might be awareness and changing "certain" habits and activities is the stuff for medical researchers and government grants at a later date. But since the 2 cities are only 25 miles apart and one is experiencing slower than before case count jumps- and launched a much more robust response to the virus, while the other area is doubling still and was slower to react says a lot to the value and effectiveness of the shot.

I completely agree with you. There truly is nothing more sensual and devious then a highly used and abused and cunt. Fucked and used so much that is literally turned inside out. I am awaiting the day I can set something up to meet and play with some guys prolapsed loose sloppy asshole. I want to have him pushes Rosebud out and let me slip my cock inside and just let him milk my dick with his prolapse then I'm going to fill in with all the sperm I can shoot and then have him squat over me and push his loose asshole right into my mouth and let me lick suck drink and swallow all the oozing come and ass juice I can handle. If you want to work on getting your cunt to Bud more I might suggest getting an anal pump and night pump your asshole out a little more every time. You wouldn't happen to be around the New York area would you?

Speaking as a hypsexual hyper-promiscuous thick cocked bottom: There is nothing better than.... seeing a fellow bottom being passed round by a group of guys taking cock in his ass and mouth like a good piece of male sexual livestock til he is left gaping and leaking cum and lube. (love use like this myself) There is nothing better than... seeing fellow bottoms so loose and used they can take arm fucking to the elbow (or beyond) like it's a six inch cock. And after the use their hole just hangs open (i can hang open and can take it like that to mid forearm but want more) There is nothing better than... seeing a fellow loose bottom taking toys with poppered up ease that would make a mare blush with envy (i am there for most of those but still have some to conquer) There is nothing better than... fellow bottoms so ruined on sodomy their rectums falls out of their assholes showing their dedication to the deep Pleasures of male sodomy (i bloom a huge rose and prolapse a couple inches, but need a guide to teach me how to wreck it so i fall out a foot or more)

At ninety she might have a tremor in her hands, which may aid her in following the correct scarification procedure.🤪

They all should be like that!

I love prolapse and have been pumping out my rectum for years. It’s been slow progress, but it is coming. I can’t wait for a full blown prolapse.

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.

I love when a guy is fucking me nice and slow, giving my boy pussy a pleasurable work out, but right before he gets ready to cum he pulls out and shoves his cock down my throat and unloads!! For me it’s the hottest thing!! I just love it!😍😍

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

Mine is because I'm mainly an author of fantasy stories with HIV involved; nothing published or paid, it's just a hobby here and in some other web spaces. I was conflicted at the beginning as I wanted "PozWorld" due to the fantasy environment I create in my stories, but it sounded too ambitious and I preferred PozTales - the starting idea was to share this profile with my partner but English is not our first language, he's not too familiar and he has preferred to let me use it mostly. As we have both the same first name, we playfully call ourselves Proton and Electron (positive and negative sign) or, better, GifterProton and ChaserElectron so I also thought to change my nickname in GifterProton. Yes, "Gifter" is my nickname outside too, even if most people think it's due to a Christmas party where one year I distributed presents to children while dressed as Santa. In the end I decided to leave PozTales though, for a matter of RESPECT towards others: for me poz talk remains a fantasy, even during real sex but I'm undetectable without any intention to spread HIV so adding "gifter" to my label could cause misunderstandings or, worse, illusions. The world is full of keyboard warriors promising the moon only to leave people with nothing, I am not one of them, I clarify from the beginning what I'm here for and people I chat with who have learnt to know me, respect me as I am.

Well it's late, been watching the Commonwealth Games. But I had to read this latest chapter before going to bed. Thank you @losolent. It has been an amazing ride with the Royals.

I get with a surprising number of guys cheating on their BFs, husbands, GFs, fiancees, and wives and some wrestle with it but most rationalize why they're doing it. Usually their other half isn't giving them the sex they want/need. With bi/straight guys its often they want to get fucked and their girl can't give that to them. A lot of bi/straight guys love that I'll take them bare as they can't do that with their girls. A lot of guys get off on cheating and getting away with it and I get that. To be honest, that's why I don't date as I know I could never be faithful or monogamous. I've had a few guys I'm considering dating as they're open to an open relationship, like that I'm slutty as they're pretty slutty too, and don't seem the jealous type. They're kind of unicorns though. You seem to be one too. If you've got a great man stick with him. You'll regret it if you cheat on him. If he wasn't a great man or even a good man then I'd say go ahead and cheat. But it sounds like you can't rationalize cheating on him, so don't.

Bareback Breeding “Hungry hole needs breeding hung tops wanted. Door unlock from 8 pm to 1 am, IM for exact address. Age limit 35!” That’s what me description read, and I neede dick like crazy, I had just finished and exceptionally busy time at work and now I just wanted to lay down in bed and get me some. It took a while for messages to start trickling. They never formed a steady streak. But the attention I did get was more than enough. If nothing came from Grindr, I planned on heading over to the cruising grounds but that meant having to get on a bus, got into a forest and hunt for cock. Work had left me dry, I just wanted to lay in bed and fill me ass with cum. “Hey slut, get ready for a 5 incher.” His dick pick got me drooling, long and thick with protruding veins, just want me hole needed. I started fingering meself to get loose. Me dick was dead from overwork, whenever I was tiered it didn’t get up, unless I took a pill. That didn’t even bother me, cum dripping from me ass, was better than any orgasm. I was getting wider, I lubed one finger, then two went into and finally three. The door’s handle started to move, I could hear him coming in, I was ass-up on the bed. He didn’t like that. “Turn around slut, and suck me dick!” There He was all six feet of man, hairy, and well-built, he didn’t look like he worked-out at a gym but more like a farmer or construction worker. He smelled of sweat. As I was turning, I could hear him unzip his jeans, and out came his cock, he grabbed the back of me head. “Open your mouth, I better not feel any teeth. Ya hear me!” I couldn’t say I word “Open it wider.” His cock was thick, I could feel me jaw hurting. I didn’t care. “That’s it bitch.” I could taste a slight taste of piss, me limp dick was getting hard. He grabbed me ears and started pulling on them as if they were handles. “That’s it… Yea, bitch gag!” A buzz came from phone…that familiar, Grindr buzz. “More dicks coming. Can’t wait to see you getting fucked! But that ass needs some stretching.” He took his large dick out of me mouth, it was full of spit, threw me on the bed and positioned me doggy style. “That’s it.” I felt his tongue getting in and out of me ass, it felt good, and I was getting wet. Then he took his massive tool and pushed it in me hard, I almost screamed from the pain. “That’s it slut, give me your ass. I don’t wanna hear no screaming, ya get!” He started pushing harder and harder, then slower and slower, than faster. I was starting to relax and getting exactly what I wanted, I pushed me ass into his dick, as I was on all fours. “Bitch, I didn’t tell ya to move, ya ass.” He then slapped me face. I could feel blood going into me dick. “Ya don’t move without me sayin’ it!” More blood came to me cock. “I won’t anymore Sir.” He made me his slave. I could feel his hand pushing me back down, and now I lay on me stomach. He continued fucking me. Me back was covered in his sweat, and then I felt a cold breeze as he got up and sat besides me. “Now go on and get more dicks in, I think you’re good.” It took me a minute to gather enough strength to look at me phone, there were two guys that were interested. One was in his early 20s the other in his 30s. I gave them me address and waited. He lid a cigarette. “Come and suck me while I’m smoking.” It all happened fast, and he only had fucked me from behind I didn’t notice his jaw was outlined by a beard. “How long till, those guys show up?” he led out a puff of smoke “One said half an hour.” “Cool. Just cool. I got time. Go lay on your back slut.” He bushed me on me back, I could feel the bed ricocheting. He took me legs and bend me knees. Missionary was reinvented with new torrents of pleasure, who knew a G-spot could be touched so well. The door opened again, he was still fucking me, didn’t even wink. He spat on me face. “Here you go fucking slut, got your pussy nice and wet for the next guy.” Then he took his rock-hard dick out of me. Turned around, happy for the company. “Boy you better get over here.” The Boy’s dick was getting hard, from watching us. It wasn’t as long as His but it made up for it in girth. The stretching He gave me helped with the new rod. I was still laying on me back, the Boy came near me. Shoved his dick inside me. The Man laid on his back besides us stroking his cock, looking at us, pre-cuming because of us. I was gazing at man, wanting to suck him as I was getting pounded. “You got a fucking good hole, nice and loose. Ah yea. Love it” The Man gave me his dick again, fucking my throat. Wet at both ends drooling on his dick, gaging on it again. I got so hard it hurt. “You got a sweet mouth slut, keep gagging on it.” It tasted salty and bitter but felt sweet. His cum filled me mouth. It trickled on the side of me lips. “Gonna get going now.” Just like that he rose from the bed went out the door. Post-Nut clarity kicked in. “Lay on your stomach. Now! Bitch!” he said forcefully, but he had such a boyish face it almost seemed farcical. It was famileir. Could I have met him before? Forgotten him? Did he fuck me at some point in the past? Did it even matter? Unlike the Man, the Boy, typical for someone in his early 20s was much slenderer, still looking as if he had under 20% body fat, he wasn’t buff, nor was he some feeble twink. The Boy looked like the Boy! Once I was on me stomach, the most rigorous pounding started. His dick moved slowly, then fast, than slow again, then he would hit me prostate once in a while. I was getting wet. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I love your dick.” “Don’t worry, I won’t!” he said in a deep voice. “Now rise and go on all fours.” his voice was alluring, firm but calm, unlike The Man. The boy didn’t need to shout. “Yes sir!” I complied happily. “I’m yours do what you want.” He started pounding hard, I could barely hold me ass up for him, but I did it for the Boy. “Don’t move.” I did his bidding, even tough I wanted to go back on me stomach and just relax. “I’m cuming!” He filled me with his man juice, I had to go and suck him clean. While this was happening, something else happened. “Mr. Smith. I remember you.” I froze, in that instance, me memory started replaying scenes from years ago. The Boy’s name was Kowalski Benjamin, he was one of my former students…little could I imagine he would be hitting me in all the right places years later. As a student he didn’t eclipse anyone nor was he the dumbest in class, overall he didn’t impress… back then. “It’s me, you caught me, ass-up. You’re Ben, aren’t you. I think you were somewhere in the 9th grade when last I saw you, right?” “No, I was in the 10th. I guess with how many students you’ve had over the years, you can’t remember all of us.” He had a faint smirk, I could feel he was very satisfied from seeding his former teacher. “Time flies, it must’ve have been eight years ago, we last spoke.” Me teaching mode was starting to kick in, and all the attraction I felt towards him was dissipating into nothing. All it took were a few words for a non-post-nut clarity to kick in, that is getting to understand what you have done when you are horny without nutting. Ben was a silent boy, well-behaved, lived his own world, he didn’t seem to be part of any clicks, a simple kid, but now he was going to strangers and fucking them senselessly. Was he also getting fucked? Tonight was supposed to be an unwinding session from a month of testing, grading, creating new lessons based on the tests. Here he was a reminder of me career, there was no escaping me job! “Your hole sure is sweet, teacher.” me heart doesn’t start palpating when strangers come and breed me, but then it did, the new found realization was making sick. He had another smirk on his face when he mentioned the word “teacher”. The Boy was having the time of his life at my expense. “Do you mind if I smoke?” “No, teacher go ahead, you haven’t had anything in your mouth in a while, it must feel strange. Ha.” The nigh was indeed getting stranger and stranger, I wasn’t in the mood for a fuck anymore, the cigarette was an attempt to clam me down. “Give me one. Come on.” How can I refuse, he lid it. Maybe if I kept him busy with smoking, he would stop talking bullshit. “So you’ve moved to the city?” When I taught Ben, I worked in some small town in the middle of nowhere land, where it was mandatory for men to get drunk, beat-up their wives and just do a shit job parenting. I was always surprised when I saw some boys turning into fine men and when there were no teenage pregnancies in a class. Right now, I had a hot stud siting next to me, smoking. He grabbed me dead dick and started playing with it. “You haven’t nutted. I want you to cum.” He finished his ciggie and went down on me, started sucking me dick. I got hard. “Oh yea boy, don’t stop.” He could take it all in his mouth. The Boy had talent. “That’s it I feel it.” I came in his mouth.

It seems a lot of guys these days have a long list of criteria a man has to meet before they will even considering talking to you let alone getting towards a meet or anything further. No answer or instant bloke appear to be most guys approach.

Was there last night in my tighty whiteys.. lots of BB fucking everywhere, Had a nice tight hole middle of the night. prefer naked nights mon/thur when you can see if the butt is nice... 🙂

Would love to hear such a promising sentence! Great story!

I really didn’t BB much at all until fairly recently. That’s when I really began studying hypno and training videos.

You're a bottom? Right, bend over and take what gets shoved up your hole. No tips or hints required.

Today, I finally got the chance to get to Club Orlando, I was the first one there. and I spent 6 hrs playing. I made the decision to bareback with anyone that wanted my hole and let them cum in my ass or mouth. I gave an oral load to a mature man, who sucked cock like his life depended on it. he fingered me while I unloaded into his hungry mouth. Over the next couple of hours, the place got busier, I was able to meet a thick cocked blue eyed daddy, who then hate fucked me in a stall with his 7” uncut white cock, we then came out and he fucked me in front of everyone, the room got too busy and we stopped and went our separate ways. I then met another mature man, while walking past his room, he motioned me to come in and I did, we proceeded to kiss, huff on poppers and then sucked each other’s cocks, he face fucked me brutally, called me all sorts of nasty names and then blew a huge load down my throat. I was hooked on the thrill, I left his room and then walked more, I found, G, who motioned me in. He wasted no time with me, we kissed, and then in no time his 6.5” cock was deep in my hole, he was loving it. Fucking me like a man crazed, I lay on my stomach and sniffed poppers while he raped my hole. He slapped my ass and choked me from behind while he fucked me, he then sped up and bred me deep, but it did not stop there, he kept on fucking and made me beg for his load and then he cum again. He slammed deep into my ass and held it there. I left and showered up, then went to the man cave, this 30 something year old guy with hairy pitts and light chest hair followed me into a booth, I sucked him hard for a few mins then turned around and had him enter my cummy hole, he held my hips and fucked me so deep it was almost painful, he held the poppers to my nose and made me take several hits. I get my head spinning as he assaulted my hole. I felt cool air and the door opened and there was another man jerking and looking in. My buddy sped up and asked where I wanted his load, and I replied inside my ass. He sped up and then stated pulsating in my raw hole, then stopped completely and pulled out, I spun around and sucked and licked his iron tasting cock off. The next guy at the door sees this and enters the room, and slides into my hole, he then pushes my head to the now cum covered floor while he took my hole, I noticed that there was cum that escaped from my hole when the other guy pulled out, so I used my fingers to pick the cum up and taste every drop. The guy fucking me saw this and was getting close he then pulled out and began shooting all over my hole about 5 big shots. He then used his finger to collect his spent cum and finger it into my hole. I picked my self up and went over to the shower area. Made a few friends and then went to the dark room, I met my friend “g” again and he fucked me like a rabbit and blew his 3rd load into my hole. I then sat down and had another guy suck my cock while I huffed poppers. I then bent him over and fucked his ass bare also. I pulled out of his ass and used the lube and ass juice from my cock to lube his cock, which he then fucked me with, I had him blowing in 5 mins while he was calling me such a filthy whore. I loved it. When he was done, I took another shower, then came back to the dark area. I then proceeded to fuck as many bottoms as I could, bareback of course, using all the juices from the other guys on my cock. I eventually blew my gas load with another mature guy, he had two used condoms with cum filled inside. We slipped them on over my cock and jerked my cock till I exploded inside. He gently slipped it off, rolled me over and then fingered every last drop into my ass….today was absolutely the best. I love being a nasty pig cum whore.

She had sex with you out of the blue? After not having sex with you for years? Possible that she could’ve gotten bred by another cock, found out she was knocked up, and then fucked you as an attempt to cover or get you on the hook for providing for them both by making you think the kid came from your seed.

I love being filmed while I fuck you and breed 😈🍆💦☣️

Today, I finally got the chance to get to Club Orlando, I was the first one there. and I spent 6 hrs playing. I made the decision to bareback with anyone that wanted my hole and let them cum in my ass or mouth. I gave an oral load to a mature man, who sucked cock like his life depended on it. he fingered me while I unloaded into his hungry mouth. Over the next couple of hours, the place got busier, I was able to meet a thick cocked blue eyed daddy, who then hate fucked me in a stall with his 7” uncut white cock, we then came out and he fucked me in front of everyone, the room got too busy and we stopped and went our separate ways. I then met another mature man, while walking past his room, he motioned me to come in and I did, we proceeded to kiss, huff on poppers and then sucked each other’s cocks, he face fucked me brutally, called me all sorts of nasty names and then blew a huge load down my throat. I was hooked on the thrill, I left his room and then walked more, I found, G, who motioned me in. He wasted no time with me, we kissed, and then in no time his 6.5” cock was deep in my hole, he was loving it. Fucking me like a man crazed, I lay on my stomach and sniffed poppers while he raped my hole. He slapped my ass and choked me from behind while he fucked me, he then sped up and bred me deep, but it did not stop there, he kept on fucking and made me beg for his load and then he cum again. He slammed deep into my ass and held it there. I left and showered up, then went to the man cave, this 30 something year old guy with hairy pitts and light chest hair followed me into a booth, I sucked him hard for a few mins then turned around and had him enter my cummy hole, he held my hips and fucked me so deep it was almost painful, he held the poppers to my nose and made me take several hits. I get my head spinning as he assaulted my hole. I felt cool air and the door opened and there was another man jerking and looking in. My buddy sped up and asked where I wanted his load, and I replied inside my ass. He sped up and then stated pulsating in my raw hole, then stopped completely and pulled out, I spun around and sucked and licked his iron tasting cock off. The next guy at the door sees this and enters the room, and slides into my hole, he then pushes my head to the now cum covered floor while he took my hole, I noticed that there was cum that escaped from my hole when the other guy pulled out, so I used my fingers to pick the cum up and taste every drop. The guy fucking me saw this and was getting close he then pulled out and began shooting all over my hole about 5 big shots. He then used his finger to collect his spent cum and finger it into my hole. I picked my self up and went over to the shower area. Made a few friends and then went to the dark room, I met my friend “g” again and he fucked me like a rabbit and blew his 3rd load into my hole. I then sat down and had another guy suck my cock while I huffed poppers. I then bent him over and fucked his ass bare also. I pulled out of his ass and used the lube and ass juice from my cock to lube his cock, which he then fucked me with, I had him blowing in 5 mins while he was calling me such a filthy whore. I loved it. When he was done, I took another shower, then came back to the dark area. I then proceeded to fuck as many bottoms as I could, bareback of course, using all the juices from the other guys on my cock. I eventually blew my gas load with another mature guy, he had two used condoms with cum filled inside. We slipped them on over my cock and jerked my cock till I exploded inside. He gently slipped it off, rolled me over and then fingered every last drop into my ass….today was absolutely the best. I love being a nasty pig cum whore.

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

Is it this? Excerpt: He was awaken by a set of hands rubbing his ass. It was the guy that had meet him in his room after he checked in. The guy explained that he took the spare card so he could check on him after his time being a new bottom on ‘ Bug Night ‘. He said that he wasn’t sure how many guys loaded him but lost count at over 20 and probably lots more. He said that the drugs he was given were meant to get him hot to take everyone and not refuse anything but he didn’t expect to see the variety of drugs shot into him but that is what you get on ‘Bug Night”. The Pig said he remembered hearing that and asked what it meant. The guy said “ You didn’t read any of the posts for that place before you Went ‘? The Pig said no, He said “ I wanted to get out because I found out my wife has been cheating on me and wanted to have lots of fun “. The guy told him “ This weekend was listed on a couple apps as ‘ Bug Night ‘. Most everyone there had a bug to share and when there is new blood they usually get drugged and bred all night “. The pig realized what road he went down this weekend and it was one he couldn’t undo. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/72334-the-pig-goes-back-to-the-bathhouse/page/5/#comment-775551

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I love this story ! So many dark fun ways it could go. How whole congregation is his playground now.

I'd love a massage by him. I'm hot to get fucked like that.

Ive said it beforw and ill say it again; a proper wrecked mancunt turns me on 100x more than female pussy or anus. I cannot wait for the day i find a man or sissy with a prolapsed cunt. To milk my cock, to be bred and have my seed oozing out of its lips for me to suck and drink from

Hot story I got a hot poz load this way when I was on prep. Fucking amazing

Based on the size of hte adult diaper isle at places like CVS and Walgreens, it's going to happen anyway. I am just going to enjoy getting there whole lot more. The Pleasure and size high is worth the wrecking. Besides, I'm hosed out practically everyday so it's not like whether or not my ass works for any use other than extreme sodomy is going to be an issue.

*Authors note: Part 3 is the end of the beginning, when characters decide to face this journey. But they still don't know how many obstacles there will be to achieve poz status! For now, let them believe it's as simple as gifter off meds and have fun, till it takes. --- Part 3 - a conscious decision -Hunter: Ian's smile suddenly disappeared: "What?" he gasped; "are you really..." "Shut up and push back", I commanded. "Show me you're a true chaser!" He obeyed and in a few seconds I was pounding him hard; in that moment I realized how excited we both were, our usual sweet lovemaking had be replaced by wild, animal lust. His spit and my precum were the only lube we got and he did never complain for it. "I want to make you bleed", I said. "My HIV needs an open door to enter your system!" "Yes sir, knock me up! Make me your own slut!" "Fuck yeah! I'm wrecking your hole good!" The dirtier our talk became, the harder I fucked him! I pulled almost all the way out and remained with just my cockhead inside; then, holding his hips, I pushed all the way in again. "Take it all, slut! Give me your neg status!" "It's all yours, Gifter! cum in me please!" Hearing him calling me like that sent me to overdrive and I spanked him hard. "I'm pozzing you up little bitch! Here it comes! Get all my HIV!" That was not the first occasion I bred him, but this time the orgasm was truly intense; just the idea of giving him my virus excited me to another level, even knowing I was currently shooting blanks. "I'm close, sir", he panted squeezing my dick with his ass walls but I held his balls tight: "not now, you've no permission to cum!" I collapsed on him, completely spent, but remained inside him some more time before my member softened and popped out from his wet and sore hole. I pushed my load deeper in his hole with my fingers, then made him suck them: we both noticed some blood in there and he licked my finger like it was a lollipop. "Savor your neg blood, my chaser. This might be one of the last sterile fluids you ever produce." "Thanks Gifter", he whispered lying down next to me. "This has been the best fuck we ever had!" "Oh, really", I agreed fingering his hole and sucking some blood again. . "It was like popping your cherry for the second time! ...Honestly this one was much better!" "Stay with me during the night", he added; "Tomorrow I have a day off work and we can play the same game!" How could I say No? This was a new beginning for us! I perfectly remembered our first date: we met in person after months of chats and calls; he talked the entire evening of how many people were refusing him for his blindness and I felt dirty myself when I guided his hand on my hardening dick for the first time, not to count how I felt when I brought up the HIV matter. We both enjoyed our gentle love making but I spent the following night sleepless, feeling guilty and scared even knowing I could not infect anyone. But the worse thing was I completely fantasized of pozzing him up! So from that moment on, our sex was mainly silent and I always found myself as walking into a minefield when thinking about exploring our inner desires. I stared at him while he was still face down on the bed, apparently lost in thoughts. "Hey, what's up my boy? I didn't want to offend you before", I apologized hugging him. "But poz talk turns me on like crazy." He didn't move, his head flat on the pillow. "I would like you to...", were the only words he said. Here it was, the usual disappointing scene: me introducing a sex related topic, then his silence, and in the end conversation always focusing on somewhere else. No thanks, it couldn't be like that once again! "Come on, tell me! What would you like me to do? Talk during sex?" I asked quietly. "Poz talk? It's not wrong if we both want it, role play harms no one! Don't be afraid, say it all!" "I know it's a mistake", he was trying to hide tears. "And there's no turning back from that path." Drama queen, once again. I understood it was my turn to take the first step, as always! "Admit it, you want me to poz you." "You got it", he finally said softly. "I'm aware it's a permanent condition whatever happens between us, but I want your HIV in me!" Finally he came out! "Your pozzing must be a conscious decision", I told him. "And I have to be sure it's what you really want. I'd never forgive myself if you regret everything when it's too late." "I'm educated, baby. I'm informed enough about PEP, PrEP or whatever but I don't want to stay neg much longer. So, is it true? Are you off meds?" "No, not yet. I have them at home", I replied. "So if you want me to spend the night here, I'll skip tomorrow morning's dose. Not enough to wake our friend HIV up but if you wish we can plan it all starting from today." "Fuck yeah! I am afraid for you, though; stopping your treatments may cause permanent damages to your immune system." "It's a long journey", I reassured him. "And we are not alone. Both my gifter and my poz family would be happy and proud to guide us through the whole process!"

The Heath is a 15 min walk from Hampstead Station (Northern Line), regular buses can take you back into Central London at night. Point to a place called Jack Straw’s Castle, next to that you’ll see a track and a car park, follow that and head down the stairs. Most action happens in the “darkroom” now. Turn right when you get to the bottom of the stairs and shortly you’ll see an open space on your left - if you see a path and building on your right you’ve gone too far. Walk through that and in between the trees you’ll find a path, follow the sound of guys fucking and you’ll reach the darkroom. There’s usually loads of guys walking around and heading to the same place so you can just follow them. The famous fuck tree can still be fun sometimes, there’s proper directions on Squirt. I would recommend using Squirt if you don’t already, it’s a good way to know who’s there. You’re almost guaranteed to get some action in the evening/night though. Daytimes can be fun too.

I go through phases too... But I truly like them all. I like a mix of Masc, Fem, Non-Binary, all of it - let's fuck!

I love fucking cute, sexy little asian ladyboys. l discovered that in Thailand. Such sexy girly little bodies and much easier, more submissive and piggy than bio girls so you can really trash their holes, spit in their face and choke a bitch while you fuck it.

Dad’s Pool Party Chapter Two Dad drove quickly down the streets, turning on ones I’ve never been on taking me to areas I’ve never seen. It looked more industrial than a business area. It was looking a bit shady the further we went. “Almost there buddy” “Where are we going Dad?” “The best men’s shop in town.” he replied with a smile. He pulled the truck into the lot of an old warehouse. No signage on the building or the door, which was an old rust metal one. No windows, nothing. “Come on” he said, “Don’s waiting” We jumped out and headed to the front door. Dad pulled on the rusty metal door and we went in. It was very warm inside the shop. Rack and racks of all kinds of men’s clothing was around the room. “You made it” a deep voice from the back of the store said. “Had to stop and pick up some adult beverages for the party” Dad replied. I watched as a dark hair, bearded, olive skinned man walked towards us. He was a big bodybuilder just like Dad and Big John. He’s shorts were blue like Dad’s and his cock and balls were swinging. “This your boy?” “The one and only,” Dad replied, “He’s joining the party this year. Need a new suit” “I got some good ones in” he said, “Let me lock the door and we can get started” “JJ see that red curtain over there to the right?” Dad asked. I nodded. “That’s the fitting room, go in and strip down” he said. My face went red with embarrassment. “Don’t be shy or embarrassed. It’s just us guys. I will be right outside of the red curtain. Now hop to it. Don and I are going to get some swim suits for you to try on and model for us” I went over and pulled the curtain aside and went in. The room was lined with mirrors from floor to ceiling. I could hear Dad and Don selecting suits as I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks. I pulled my tee shirt over my head exposing my smooth chest. I admired my small frame in the mirror. I tossed my shirt on my shoes. Hooking my fingers in my short’s waist band I push my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, bending over with my ass to the red curtain. I stepped out of them and kicked them to my shoes. I meaty, hairy olive skin hand reached in and grabbed my clothes. “Hey” I said. “Don’t worry. I will give them back. Don’t need you to trip over them” The red curtain was pulled aside, exposing my nakedness to the store main floor. I was about to cover my crotch, but decided not to. “An exhibitionist just like his Dad” Dad handed me a red, skimpy speedo to try on. I looked at it funny. I had never worn a swim suit like this. “Go on” Dad said, sitting on a chair that he moved in front of the dressing room. I watched as he spread his legs. I stared at his crotch’s reflection in the mirror, as I stepped into the suit. It covered me but not by much, some of my ass cheeks were out in the back and my cock and balls had just some room to cover them. Don stepped forward and ran his hand over my ass and then moved to the front, sliding his finger inside the side of the front pouch. His finger rubbed against my cock and over my balls. I watched Dad’s hand move from the arm of the chair into his lap. “Don’t like that one” Dad said. “Strip it off and I will get you another one” Don said. I hooked my finger in the waist band and push it down. I bend over and my ass came into Dad’s view. I could feel the heat of the air move in between my ass cheeks. I knew my hole was in view. I was flashing my Dad my hole. Don picked up the suit off the floor and handed me a black one. This one was a sting bikini, black. I stepped into the suit and pulled it up. I watched Dad’s hand move in his lap. My mind screamed: He’s playing with his cock!! My ass cheeks were half exposed and my cock and balls just fit inside the pouch, one wrong move and they would popped out. “Turn around so I can see” Dad said. I did as I was told. “I like that one” Don said. “Me too.” Dad replied, “Set it aside as a maybe” I didn’t hesitate, I stripped it off, this time with my ass to the mirror. I could see through my legs my ass and watched my cheeks part. Don took that suit and handed me another. It was hot pink. “Pink Dad? Really?” I asked “Men wear pink” When I stepped in it, I discovered it was a thong, a hot pink thong. I pulled it up and looked at my Dad. His fingers were inside the leg of his shorts. Don moved over and ran his finger in between the thong part and my ass. “This goes in your ass crack buddy” he said. “Turn and face the mirror” Dad said. Don stepped closer, his crotch was barely rubbing against my hand. He was looking at my Dad. I watched Dad’s crotch in the mirror. “Didn’t we have a string bikini thong, same color picked out” “I’ll get it” replied Don. I took off the thong with my ass towards Dad. I could see between my legs he had something in his hand. Fuck was he playing with his cock out in the open? Don handed me the new suit. I looked at his reflexion in the mirror. His cock was hard and sticking out the leg of his shorts. It looked long and thick. I stepped into the string bikini thong. I smiled. I liked this one. It was smaller in the pouch and made me look like I had a bigger cock than I did. The string in my crack would take some getting use to. “I see you like that one” Dad said. “I do Dad” I replied, “Do you think it would be okay to wear this at the pool party” “Fuck yeah” Dad said. I stepped out of the dressing room and closer to Dad. He ran his hand over my chest. “Why don’t you get a new suit Dad” “I think I will” he replied. “Don can you pick me out a couple to try on. You know what I like” Don moved into the store as Dad stepped into the dressing room. I sat in the chair, spreading my legs just like him. I watched as he stripped. I watched closely when he bent over and dropped his shorts. His ass and crack were hairy. I even got a view of his hole. My eyes grew big when I saw that. In the mirror I could see his thick, veiny cock. It had to be about nine inches. His nuts were huge too. Don came back with a few suits and handed Dad a blue bikini similar to mine. I watched closely as he stepped in it. The string invaded his crack and he pulled the pouch over his cock and balls, using the bikini to bounce them in. He then turned and I got a front view. His cock and balls barely fit inside the pouch. When he turned I could see inside the pouch. “You think I should wear this one son?” he asked. “Think you should Dad?” “I think the guys would get a kick out of it.” I looked over at Don who was licking his lips and running his finger tip around his cock head, causing it to leak. “I’ve seen you wear less” Don said. “Okay we will take them” “Wear the home?” Don asked, “or should I bag them up” “Bag our clothes, we will wear them home” Don collected our clothes and went to the counter. We both walked over. Behind the counter Don was openly playing with his cock, this time he had it and his balls pulled out and was stroking. “I put it on your bill” Don said. “Thanks” “JJ, if you ever want to make some money, I could use a boy like you to help about” “Maybe after the party you could start helping about here” “I would like that” He got our clothes and headed out the door. I moved quickly to the truck. Dad unlocked his side and got in. I was standing on the passenger side waiting. My ass exposed to all the world to see and who ever drove by. “Dad!” With a click my door unlocked and I climbed in. I have to say it felt good wearing almost nothing in the heat. I looked over at Dad who was smiling at me. I glanced down and saw his cock pointing outwards, stretching out his pouch. “Let’s get home” With that he drove off and headed home.

a little update... ...she booty called me at 5am new years day. in a hotel room. She didn't know i was at the bathhouse when she called... she sucked half a dozen assholes off my cock that day. including her own. And her asshole was sloppy from being fucked before I got there the pic is of her and one of the few i have. the cock is mine.

I don't mean to hijack your thread but i couldn't help but think of the opposite position - the masculine black boy with an insatiable hole that craves white cock. That's gotta be taboo for him. I have known a number of them. Those chocolate pussies chasing white cock are AMAZING. Just like the black top knows how to throw a good fuck, the black bottom is equally as good.