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Like anything - Monkeypox, C19, HIV, Riding a motorcycle in t-shirt and shorts... It's all about how you perceive risk and how you mange it, to keep your anxieties low enough to still have fun. I find that if I have figured that out in advance, then I am able to make sensible decisions in the moment without overthinking or procrastinating. I think that then when guys haven't reached this point it leads to the worst sin in hookup world: leading someone on then changing your mind. Everyone's perceptions of risk and their situation and anxieties are different. What's good for one person may not suit another. The best answer for you is one of your own devising, based on facts you trust. We live in an age of influencers and pundits trying to foist their own agendas on us. Even if you think your agendas are aligned, you can never be sure the facts and thinking behind them are sound. Asking this question here is going to get an answer biased toward the lifestyle this site promotes. Only you can figure out the best answer for yourself but if it helps you figure it out, I think understanding other people decisions and most importantly, the reasoning behind them is helplful. For example, during C19 lockdown I was really exceptionally risk averse: my mother was having treatment for cancer. Although we were vaccinated, catching C19 - however mild after the vaccine - would likely have been fatal. Some guys I spoke to thought I was being overcautious, but I didn't want that on my conscience, so despite having opportunities and getting invites - I had to decline. Last year the situation inevitably changed and once the dust settled, I was able to adjust my attitude to risk. What I've found is that the landscape had changed somewhat - and the online/app scene is now very hard to get guys to switch from fantasy to reality. When the clubs, bars and saunas reopened, this was my playtime, although many were slow to return. Even before monkeypox, numbers were 50-70% of where they were. As far a Monkeypox goes, knowing my body and how it reacts, I figured that I'd likely be OK in the long term if I had it, and the worst thing was that it might be embarrassing to explain at work. My partner is quite scared of it, so I had to take his feelings into account. After talking to a couple of guys I knew who caught it at Darklands, I felt a bit more informed about what to expect. Based on this, I figured I was happy reducing down to a few 1-2-1 meets, but not comfortable in darkrooms and saunas. We were lucky enough to get the monkeypox vaccine about three weeks ago, and I've re-adjusted again. They tell me it's not 100% effective so there is still residual risk... But it's low enough that I've really enjoyed SOP and done a couple of sessions in the saunas. It's been fun, but it has been really quiet out as a lot of guys are still staying away... TL;DR: Everyone should inform themselves to make their own balance of risk/anxiety vs reward.

Part 9: Will discovers something BIG Arriving home brought about anxiety. For some reason, I believed my parents were going to be able to smell the gay on me, as if my breath would smell like the dick I’d been sucking. As I pulled into their driveway, I saw that my brothers had already arrived. I rang the bell, my mother greeting me. “You’re here!” she exclaimed. “Hi, Mom.” “How are you? You look good.” “I feel good,” I told her. There was no need to tell her that I was HIV positive and fucking a man almost twice a day. “Where is everyone?” “Your father is at church,” she said. “Naturally.” “Now, Zack and Bridget are in his old room. Uncle Michael is in your old room. You and Jay will have to share.” “For a week?” “Just until Sunday. Uncle Michael leaves then.” “This is ridiculous.” “When you’re married, you can have a room all to yourself and your wife. Until then, you share with your brother.” “Fine,” I said. I went and got my bags, hiking them up to Jay’s old room. Posters of bands we hadn’t been allowed to listen to covered the walls. Though Zack and I had remained in our faith, Jay decided early on to live his own life by his own rules. He got flack about it from our parents, but he didn’t care. I guess I’m the black sheep now, I thought, dropping my bags on the floor. “I get the bed,” a voice said from behind. I turned and saw Jay standing in the doorway. While I shared a resemblance to our mother, Jay had our father’s features. He was a bit shorter than me, but his muscles were more pronounced. In many ways, he reminded me of Doctor Wade. Just the thought caused my dick to jump in my pants. “Why do you get the bed?” I asked. “Because it’s my bed,” he said. I already knew this was going to be a long week. I called Dominic every chance I got. “I feel so anxious here,” I told him. “I feel like I’m about to jump out a window.” “Do something to get your mind off of it,” he told me. “Jerk off a few times. That should help.” “The bathroom door doesn’t lock,” I told him. “And I’m sharing a room with Jay.” “Jay’s the one with the six inch dick, right? Shorter but ticker?” “Are you really going to talk about my brother’s dick right now?” “I’m trying to make you laugh. I know this is a stretch, but are there any adult video stores nearby?” “What?” “Adult video stores. You know, where you go to buy porn instead of looking it up on the internet. Go to one of those and jerk off.” “In what, their parking lot?” “They’ve got private rooms in the back,” he said. “Trust me. You’ll feel better after. Besides, sometimes there are gloryholes you can suck a dick through. Maybe sucking someone’s dick will help you calm down.” I hated to admit it, but the idea was growing on me, and not just because my dick was growing at the thought of sucking someone’s dick. I told my parents that I was going to drive around a bit, see some of my old stomping grounds, and that I would be back before dinner. I knew of one adult video store outside of town, far enough that if anyone saw me, they wouldn’t know who I was. When I got there, I went inside and looked around. There were aisles of porn DVDs and magazines. A sign in the back advertised private viewing booths. I went back and found one that was open, stepping inside and locking the door. There was a tiny tv and a slot for quarters, telling me I had to pay to watch. I guess that made sense, but Dominic hadn’t told me to bring quarters. Realizing I had wasted my time, I turned around and was about to leave when I saw the hole in the wall. I had seen enough porn to know a glory hole when I saw one. I knelt down and looked through, seeing a shadow pass the wall in the room next door. I moved my face closer, trying to see if it was a man or woman, when my answer was given to me. Immediately, a dick came popping through the hole, a bead of precum handing from the tip. Without hesitation, I grabbed the dick and licked the precum off the head, hearing a groan from the other side. Instantly the dick started to grow. It wasn’t huge. It was smaller than mine, but it looked beautiful as it pulsed in front of me, wishing for my mouth to return. I sucked the head and took the balls in my hands, massaging them, feeling their weight. They were hairy, a musky odor clinging to the skin. I breathed it in deep, relishing the smell. It wasn’t nearly as good as Dominic’s, but it was still incredible. I opened my mouth and took in as much of the dick as I could. Since sucking Dominic off, I had gotten better at holding off my gag reflex. Now, I could take a dick down my throat without a problem. I sucked slowly, allowing the intensity of the feeling to build. I could feel the heat radiating off the dick, more precum oozing out. It tasted so good. I started to move my mouth along the shaft, my hand replacing my mouth to keep the pressure going. After a few minutes, I could hear the man on the other side of the wall groan, his body pressing harder against the wall. “I’m… gonna… cum…” he moaned. As I opened my mouth, the voice of the man replayed in my head. That voice, it sounded familiar. I looked at the cock in my hand and did a quick calculation of its measurements. It was six inches. It was a thick cock, thicker than normal. The taste of the precum reminded me of the first time I had tasted my own. Can cum taste the same if it’s from the same family. As I realized who was standing on the opposite side of the wall, his cock throbbed and ropes of cum shot out, filling my mouth and covering my face. “Fuck, man,” the voice said, the spurts of cum subsiding, leaving me drenched. He pulled his dick back through the hole. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” I remained on my knees, listening as the door of the other room opened and closed. I wanted to look out and see his face, but there was no need. I knew it had been him. I sat in the chair in my booth, my face reflected in the television screen. Cum was dripping down my face, collected in my facial hair. Most of it was in my mouth. I tasted it, knowing it tasted like my own. Not knowing what to do, I swallowed Jay’s cum and sat in silence, wondering what I was going to do. “You’re sure it was him?” Dominic asked. “I’m positive,” I told him. After I left the adult video store, I called Dominic, telling him what had happened. “It was Jay. It was Jay’s dick. Oh my God. I just sucked my brother’s dick. I just swallowed my brother’s cum.” I waited for Dominic to say something. “Dom?” “I mean, it’s kinda hot,” he said. “Are you serious?” “I’m sorry, but it is. I grew up wanting to suck my brother’s dick. Then, when I realized I was bigger than him, I wanted him to suck my dick. I know you’re weirded out, but I can’t even begin to explain to you how turned on I am right now. Honestly, my dick is in my hand and I’m ready to blow.” “I have to share a room with him,” I said. “How am I supposed to look him in the eye after that?” “Look him in the eye, just don’t look directly at his dick.” “Be serious.” “Listen. You’re not going to get what you want from me. I’m jealous. I know a ton of guys who would love to suck their brother’s dick. And besides, didn’t you say he called you dude? That means he knew it was a guy on the other side. That means he likes guys sucking his dick. Maybe your brother is gay.” “And if he is,” I said, “he’ll see my tattoo and figure out that I’m poz.” “So what if he finds out?” “He’s not good at keeping secrets.” “He must be pretty good if you never knew he was getting his dick sucked by guys. I’m just saying don’t freak out. Up to the point that you discovered it was Jay, were you enjoying it?” I sighed. “Yes.” “Alright. Hold on to that. If I were you, I would be getting into his pants the second I could again. But, if that’s not an option, you’re just going to have to lay low. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Also, wear a t-shirt when you sleep so he doesn’t see your tattoo. Problem solved.” “I guess,” I said. When I returned home, everyone was back. We joined together for dinner, my mother placing Jay on the other side of the table from me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but I knew he saw me looking over a few times with a shameful glance. “How’s your church, Will?” my father asked. “Good,” I told him. “We’ve had several new members. I’ve actually become friends with one of them.” “A woman?” Zack asked. “A man,” I said. “Are you dating anyone?” my mother asked. “Not at the moment,” I told her. “You should really be trying to find someone,” my father told me. “People want to see their pastors married. You must be their example.” “If he doesn’t want to get married, he doesn’t have to get married,” Jay said. “I never want to get married.” “That’s because you're a dirty heathen,” Uncle Michael said. “That’s me,” Jay said, smiling. “Hell, table for one.” “If you don’t believe in God anymore, why are you here?” Zack asked. “Are you planning on making a spectacle of yourself?” “That’s an idea,” Jay said. “No. Regardless of what you think of me, I still love Dad even if I don’t love God. I’m here for him.” “How about we change the subject,” my mother said. Once dinner was over and a bit of television was watched, I went to Jay’s room and started getting ready for bed. I blew up an inflatable mattress and searched through my bags for clothes to sleep in. “What are those?” Jay asked. “Pajamas,” I said. “You’re a grown man,” he said. “Sleep in your underwear or sleep naked. That’s what I do. Besides, the central air is broken, and it’s almost eighty degrees in here. Maybe more.” “I’m fine,” I said. I went to the bathroom and changed, checking my white shirt to see if the tattoo was visible. It wasn’t. As I reentered Jay’s room, I found him standing by his bed completely naked. My eyes were drawn to his dick, the same dick which had been in my mouth only hours before. “See something you like?” he asked. I ignored him. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock. Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my tick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” he said. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” I said. There was silence. “First of all,” Jay said, “congrats on using the word ‘dick.’ Second, your dick is not bigger than mine.” “Yes, it is,” I said. “Really?” “Yes.” “How big?” I turned to him. Jay was now standing next to my mattress, his dick waving above me, almost completely hard. For a moment, I wanted to reach out and touch it, to lick the head, to taste his precum. “You really want to know?” “I’m a little over six inches,” he said. “Over six inches around too. Seven even.” “Eight,” I told him. “No, I’m not eight around.” “No,” I said. “Eight inches. I’m eight inches.” Jay laughed. “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am.” “Prove it.” “What?” “Prove it,” Jay said. He turned and went to his desk, opening a drawer where he dug inside before pulling out a measuring tape. What was with Dominic and Jay keeping measuring tape at the ready? “You kept Mom’s measuring tape in your room so you could measure yourself?” I asked. “So?” he said. He threw me the measuring tape. “Prove it.” I stared at him for several seconds before taking the measuring tape and pulling it beneath the covers. “No,” he said. “Out and proud. I want to see what you’re working with.” “Are you serious?” “If you’re going to tell me that you’re bigger than me, I want proof. I want to see it with my own eyes.” “I’m not hard.” “Then get hard,” he said. “You want me to pull up some porn on my phone? Is porn too extreme for you, Pastor Ryder?” My temper had reached its limit. I threw off my covers and stood up, standing in front of Jay. I pulled down my shorts and boxers, revealing my dick. For a brief moment, I saw a look of uncertainty on Jay’s face. “Jerk it,” he said. I reached down and started pulling at my cock. Seeing Jay standing in front of me naked helped the blood flow. Images of Dominic fucking me pushed me even further, my dick springing to life. “Fuck,” Jay said as I ran the measuring tape along my dick. “See. Eight inches. Actually, Eight and some change. I’m not as thick as you. Still only five inches. Congrats on girth. Are you happy now?” I threw the measuring tape at him and leaned down to pull up my boxers and shorts but stopped as Jay spoke. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I froze. “What are you talking about?” “Your car. I saw it at the adult video store. Why?” “That wasn’t… I wasn’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I showed the guy at the counter a picture of you on my phone,” Jay said. “He said he saw you go back to one of the booths. He also said he saw you looking at the gay porn.” “I wasn’t looking at gay porn.” “But you were there?” I was silent. Jay stepped closer. “It was you, wasn’t it? In the other booth? You were the one that… that sucked my dick.” I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing. He had known it was me. He had put his dick through the hole knowing it was me on the other side. He had wanted me to blow him. Why?

PART 7 I could feel Benicio’s soft chest hair rubbing against my smoother skin. His muscles tensing against mine as we pulled one another even closer. He was a passionate kisser. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him deeper into the lip lock. He didn’t resist — in fact, he relished it. His hands moved across my body, exploring my athletic build. He cupped my ass in his hands, massaging it. I reached down and did the same. He tilted his head back and grinned at it — damn, he had a devilish grin. He ran one finger along my hole, gently exploring the soft skin. “Like that?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Then I slipped my finger I between his ass cheeks and gently probed his hole. It felt so hot — the heat radiating from his hole. I knew I wanted to have my tongue in there. Benicio moaned quietly, burying his head into my chest. I think he whimpered a little as I dug into his hole. He slid his head to the left and bit down on my nipple — it was my turn to yelp. He didn’t let go, but instead swirled his tongue across my nipple. Jared had never done anything like this, so I was totally surprised by the electric shocks it sent through my body. He started kissing my abs, working his way down my body until he reached my stiff cock. It was raging at this point — in fact it was so swollen it almost hurt. Benicio looked up at me as he silently slid his mouth along my shaft for the first time. I groaned again. ”Fuck! That feels amazing.” Benecio responded by taking my whole cock into his mouth and easing it into his throat. How did he do that without gagging? He nuzzled his nose right into my short hairs. Then his finger found my hole again and began caressing it. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I actually stepped back, instinctively pulling my cock out of his mouth. I gasped and laughed at the same time. Benecio grinned at me, still kneeling in front of me as I awkwardly tried to balance myself while my head was rushing with the intense feelings. “Liked that, huh?” “Oh my gawd that was amazing,” I gasped. “There’s more to come. Lots more cum.” He suddenly stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and started making out again. I was still breathing heavy but still managed to wrestle with his tongue back and forth in our mouths. I was running my hands through his hair again, then let one hand drop to his ass. It was so firm and smooth, with just a trace of soft hairs between the cheeks. My finger found his hole again and began to probe it. Benecio growled, breaking our break and turning his head to gently bite my neck. “Oh baby,” he whispered in my ear as my finger dug a little deeper, his hole opening slightly. “Oh baby, please. Please.” I dug a little deeper and he winced. “Lube,” he whispered. “Do you want to come back to my room? I have supplies there.” Benecio raised his head and looked into my eyes. “No.” My heart sank. Benicio leaned away from me and pumped a couple loads out of the dispenser on the wall. Using the soap, he slicked up my cock then turned around, pushing his ass against my body. He didn’t have to ask twice. I put a hand between his shoulders and bent him forward. He placed his hands against the tiled wall and widened his stance, his ass pressed back. This was not his first time offering his ass in the showers. I lined my slicked dick up with his hole and pressed forward. There was a moment of resistance at his hole, the muscles tightening at the pressure coming from the outside. But Benacio relaxed and I felt his sphincter open up, welcoming me inside. I felt the ring of muscle slide down my cock. Beyond it was amazing warmth that engulfed by cock. I moaned and Ben sighed. I knew what he was experiencing — that first penetration was both exhilarating and a bit painful. For me, burying my cock inside him was pure bliss. I haven’t fucked anyone in weeks — not since Jared left school for the summer. I looked down as my shaft slid in and out, my pale skin disappearing into his caramel ass. It felt like his ass molded around my cock, massaging the entire length as I moved it inside him. “Fuck me, baby,” he said softly. He pushed his ass back to meet my thrusts. Water slapped between our bodies, and the sound was even louder here in the small shower room. I started thrusting faster, the slapping sound echoing off the tiles. I grabbed Benecio’s hair and pulled his head back — Jared had always asked me to do that. Benecio seemed to like it just as much. “Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Oh fuck!” I was even more turned on by his reaction and was giving his ass my all. My cock was raw inside him. I hadn’t fucked raw much before — just that time Jared had pulled the condom off of me mid-fuck. To just fuck raw was hotter than anything else.I could feel how soft it was inside of Benecio, and the heat of his body temperature radiating around my shaft. My cock was so swollen from the intensity. I watched it glide in and out of his hole. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not gonna last long.” “Give me that load,” Ben said, looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were so intent. I knew he wanted me to breed him. I knew that feeling now. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I’d cum inside Jared that night he pulled the rubber off of me. I could feel the irresistible urge to plant my seed inside Benecio. He wanted it, too. But another voice in my head was quietly screaming. I’d taken two loads in my ass this summer, and I knew for a fact that Henry was poz. I didn’t know anything about the security guard except that his cock was amazing, but was he poz, too? Was I poz now? Am I about to poz someone? I knew I should pull out and shoot across his back — Benecio would still be happy. We’d both still cum after a hot fuck. But I couldn’t pull out. I didn’t want to pull out, and he didn’t want me to. We both wanted this to happen. I felt my cock throb and then explode, my cum starting to pulse into his hungry ass. “AHHH! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh hhhhh ahhh hhhh!!!” “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that load!” Ben started fucking himself on my hard cock even as it was spewing inside him. He was trying to get every drop. I stood there, my head swimming with the intense release and my body quaking. It was all inside him now. There was no stepping back from it; I had bred his ass with my raw load. We stood there for a long moment, both relishing the connection. I didn’t want to pull out, not yet. I slowly stroked his hole with my cock, the sensation actually really intense on my dick. My body spasmed. Benecio moaned softly, letting me slowly stroke inside his hole. “That was amazing,” he said. He leaned forward and began to stand, my cock sliding free of his ass. We both stumbled, trying to catch our independent balance. My heart was still pounding. Benecio turned around and we started making out in middle of the shower room again. I let my body relax into his arms. It was so comfortable and easy with him. Then that voice in the back of my head started getting louder again. What had I just done? I’d taken a couple toxic loads from guys. Do I even know what my status is now? Ben had been fucked by the security guard, too. In fact, that’s who he’d been waiting for tonight. Was he looking for charged loads? Had I just given him one? [Let me know if you’re enjoying Jeremy’s unexpected evolution. Piggies are always appreciated. I foresee something BIG happening in Jeremy’s near future…..]

Part 3 Matt and Ben kept trading off between the two bottom boys, dark hairy Adam and blonde hairy Josh, using the loads that were already in their pussies as lube. They kept making out while their cunts got used, and after a long pounding, they each took a load, Adam from Matt and Josh from Ben. They all collapsed in a heap and were lying on the bed, fondling each others cocks and chilling out, passing the pipe back and forth, getting more and more spun and horny. Adam had never felt this slutty and his hole was hungrier than he’d ever known. He wanted every man in the world to fuck him and couldn’t stop playing with his cumlogged hole. Matt reached over to fill the pipe again, loading it up with some big shards, and shoved it in Adam’s mouth, carefully holding the lighter underneath the glass bowl. He inhaled a huge cloud and started to blow it out when Josh put his mouth over Adam’s and sucked the cloud into his lungs. Adam was startled but so turned on when he realized what was happening. Ben laughed and said “don’t waste good drugs, fag boy.” They were all laughing when the door opened and several voices came from the other room. “Anybody home?” Adam looked at the others slightly alarmed, and Matt rubbed Adam’s furry chest and said “don’t worry, fag. It’s just our Dad. He’s gay too, and the biggest pig of all of us. He has a key to our place and we fuck around all the time.” “Wait. Your Dad is gay?” Josh laughed and said “You have NO idea.” Just then a short, muscular man walked into the room, wearing a tank top, shorts and a cap. He looked to be about 45, 5’6” and with Matt and Josh’s blonde hair covering his whole body. The apples did not fall far from this hot as fuck tree. He laughed. “You motherfuckers started without me. I came over as soon as Matt texted me, and I brought Dan and Brian too. Who’s the sexy little pig who can’t stop playing with his cumdump?” Adam blushed since he knew the older man was talking about him and he realized that his fingers were as far up his ass as he could get them, playing with the loads inside. “Um, I’m Adam, sir." The man laughed and said “You don’t have to call me Sir unless you want to, son. I’m Mike. And these filthy pigs are Dan and Brian.” Mike walked further into the room and started to quickly undress, accepting a shotgun from his son Matt. Dan and Brian were both in their 30s, tall and bearded. Dan was dark with curly black hair all over his body and Brian was smooth with a brown buzz cut and a treasure trail leading into his shorts, which quickly hit the floor. The three older men pulled up chairs and sat by the bed so they could begin to catch up on the T. They all had sizable dicks, particularly Mike. Josh was shorter than his father and brother, but somehow had come out with the biggest cock. “You got any points, son?” Matt reached over to the table and pulled out a small box full of loaded points. He handed one to each of the newcomers and then turned to Adam saying “you get another one, whore. We’re all gonna breed your cunt. Even Josh.” This wasn’t a request, it was an order and Adam knew that he wanted as much cock as he could possibly get. Josh laughed too, even though he also knew this was an order from Matt. He never turned down Matt’s orders. Mike took the point from Matt and said “Get on your knees boy. Suck my cock while I slam this point. I love having a dirty little fag like you suck my cock while I’m slamming.” Adam quickly hopped down onto the floor and took Mike’s fat uncut cock in mouth. It was completely hard but the foreskin still hooded the tip. “Get your tongue down in under the hood, faggot,” Mike growled. Adam quickly complied and was rewarded with a foreskin full of precum. Mike quickly tied off his arm, slipped the needle in the vein and shoved the plunger down. Mike snapped the band off his arm and coughed twice, then he handed the syringe to Matt and grabbed Adam’s ears, shoving his mouth deep on his cock, and holding it there while Adam started to gag. “That’s my boy. You a good little cocksucking faggot?” Mike didn’t wait for an answer since Adam obviously had his mouth full. He just slapped Adam to get him to stop gagging. “Where’d you find this one, Matt?” Mike knew that his boys were both complete sex pigs. He’d been fooling around with them since they were legal. “The beach, where else do I find faggots to breed? They can’t stop looking at me in my wet suit. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” They both laughed while Mike continued to fuck Adam’s mouth with his rock hard cock. Ben and Josh were servicing Dan and Brian while they slammed their points. Two more coughs later and everyone was spun out of their heads. After a few more minutes of making Adam gag on his cock, Mike pulled his mouth up and Adam gasped for breath, while he face was covered in precum and spit from deep throating. Mike smiled and spit in Adam’s helpless face. Mike scooped up the spit from Adam’s face and pushed it back into his mouth. Then he reached down and kissed the boy deeply, making out with him until he caught his breath again and started to moan like the cheap whore he was. “OK, boy. Get back up on the bed, time for another slam for my little whore. Adam hopped up on the bed and laid down, holding out his arm for what was coming. Matt tied off Adam’s arm, and the others watched while Mike took the point from Matt, slid it in the vein, got a register and expertly slid the payload home. “OK, faggot. Breathe. You’re going to blast off now and when you leave here you probably won’t be able to walk.” Adam just nodded and waited for Mike to remove the strap from his arm. As soon as he did, he felt the slam all over his body. He got really warm and started to cough uncontrollably. Mike just smiled and said “I think this faggot is ready to gang rape, boys. What do you think?” Adam laughed and said “I sure as hell am, Daddy. You gonna breed my pussy first?” Adam had no idea where these words were coming from. Clearly the drugs were doing the talking. He’d never fantasized about being raped before. OK, maybe a few times. He’d always fantasized about his four brothers and Dad, they were all hot jocks, but nothing had ever happened, other than jerking off with his younger brother a few times when they were kids. He desperately wanted to be part of this family of sex pigs. Adam just let the drugs do the talking, and rolled over on his stomach and shoved his big furry ass in the air. “Come on Daddy. You wanna rape your boy?” The rest of them all laughed and Matt said “well, I guess we got a live one this time. He told me when I picked him up that he was inexperienced. Guess he won’t be after we’re done with him, right?” Adam laughed with them and said “I don’t wanna be inexperienced anymore. I wanna be a whore. Make me into a whore, guys. Use my cunt. Breed me full of cum." “Well shit guys, sounds like this whore wants whatever we can give him,” Mike said. “Let me in that pussy, boy. You’re already loaded up, right?” “Yes, sir. But it’s not nearly enough.” Mike laughed and said “is it ever enough for fags like you?” and rammed his long, fat, uncut dick into Adam’s hairy cunt so fast that it made Adam gasp and then moan like the whore he was fast becoming. The rest of them crowded around the bed where Adam and Mike were fucking doggie style, playing with each other’s cocks waiting their turn to knock the faggot up. They all knew they couldn’t get him pregnant but they were sure gonna do their best to try.

Okay so that’s something to ponder on.

We already have an effective vaccine, and even if vaccinated the vast majority of monkeypox cases resolve. It is obviously nothing like AIDS. There may be supply issues now but this vaccine should eventually become available, in a timescale of months rather than years I would expect. Seems clear the sensible conclusion is to moderate your activities until you are offered it.

I do, I was a naughty boy who molested my big bro and dad into popping my cheery and breeding me.

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

I had been on PrEP for several months but decided to stop because I wasn't planning on having sex, but one day I was horny and stopped at the local ABS. Started by only sucking cock but eventually I got fucked a few times and took 4 loads by the time I left. It was on a Friday at 4pm when I knew I poz, but instead of feeling shocked, I was very horny. I decided to drive 2 hours to the closet big city with decent gay saunas, but before leaving I stopped at the same ABS to try my luck again. I was there for an hour and a half and was bred twice. Most guys wanted oral so I swallowed a few loads. With my hole loaded with two loads and still savouring those other loads I swallowed, I drove the two hours feeling very horny knowing that I had two loads in my hole. By the time I went into the sauna it was 8pm and the place was pretty crowed. As I looked for my room I saw a lot of guys with their doors open, some nice asses. I've been a bottom all my sex life but now, with the news that I'm newly poz and very detectable, I'm feeling the urge to fuck a hole and cream it with my toxic load. I wanted to fuck several holes and then carefully choose the hole where I was going to deposit my load. I wanted a young negative hole and to get one I played the top guy who always plays safe. There were two asses that interested me as I walked by their rooms, both with nice buttocks. I had taken a Viagra so I was hard as a rock. As soon as I walked into the first guy's room he asked me to close the door and immediately wanted me to fuck him bareback. I thought he was wither already poz or on PrEP, so I walked out the room. I found another nice ass, mid 20's who invited me into his room. When he tried to suck my cock, I stopped him and told him that I was always concerned about STDs to give him the idea that I was pretty safe. He told that he only sucked without a condom by always fucked safe. He was thinking of going on PrEP but that haven't yet. We started kissing and both of us getting really horny. As we rolled in bed my hard-on touched his hole and I noticed he liked it. I started to rim his hole and that made both even hornier. I told him that I would like to feel my cock in his moist hole but that I wouldn't cum but I when I started to fuck him I went over the edge and without saying a word, completely silent, I emptied my balls deep inside, grabbed my towel and keys and left. I went to my room, and took a long break before I was rested to be a cumhole myself at around midnight.

Do think we are born to be cumdumps? I remember as a little guy, i finger myself and live it. Them the working the nipples for yrs, and pulling my big balls hard. I think i was always this way, scorpio & jo freak, and try not be gay. Was top, now with husband a total fuck hole. I think 🤔 it was always me, regret not being a cumdump before i found husband, but my desire for mire cock lives, anyone else feel same

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

I own one, feels good for both if done right.

Martin stayed with me that night, he started responding to my email messages and forwarding my pics to his friends. I got fucked by 11 other guys throughout the night, everyone of them poz. It was obvious that Martin was whoring me out to poz guys. I fucking loved it, every load felt special and the tops seemed to really get off on letting me know that they were breeding me with their poz cum. It felt so liberating to take their poz cum willingly. I thanked each one for their poz load and Martin clearly was getting off on it. Every time a guy started cumming, he'd lean down and kiss me roughly but playfully. I don't know which one of us was enjoying it more. At the end of the night, Martin gave me another load. Afterwards, he kept his dick inside me, plugging my cum sloppy hole with his thick cock until we both fell asleep. The following morning, I woke up to the feeling of fullness as I gently rocked back and forth. I smiled as I realized that Martin was fucking me again. "Good morning Stud." I said as I smiled and tried to clench my hole. "Good morning Cumdump." He playfully replied. "It's fucking awesome to have a ready and willing cumdump first thing in the morning to take my Morning load." "And it feels amazing to wake up to a big poz cock stretching my hole and pounding my prostate. " I answered him. "Fuck yeah!" He exclaimed. He continued fucking me for a few of minutes. It was a nice leisurely fuck but soon enough, he started pistoning in and out faster and more urgently. The sounds between us were sloppy as cum started squelching out of me as the sheer size and thickness of his cock either drove the liquid in further into my guts or made it leak out of me in spurts. "Don't mind the mess, baby. I don't. I'm just throwing the riff raff out. They got their chance to convert this beautiful hole." He said and I laughed. "I know that it's my load that you want, and it's my poz cum that your hole needs." "Fuck yeah, baby. You popped my poz cherry, it's only fair that it's your sperm the one that gets me pregnant." I replied and I really meant it. "Oh fuck, baby, you know what to say to make me give you my load. I'm fucking close baby." "Oh yeah, please give it to me. I want your poz cum to be the one to poz my hole. It's your fucking babies I want to carry." I moaned as he pounded my prostate and I felt my own orgasm coming. "OOOHH FUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAAHHHH!!!" He yelled as I started clenching my hole and I felt my dick shooting underneath me. With a final shuddering thrust, he shoved balls deep inside me and came and came and kept cumming. As he roared and I grunted with my own fucking orgasm. "WHOAH!" he exclaimed as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me. His heart racing so palpably I could feel it against my shoulder blades. "Good Morning Stud." I repeated and laughed. "A very good morning to you, Cumdump." He laughingly said as he leaned down and kissed my neck.

Here's how I'm handling it: One mpx became an up & cumming issue, I had phone calls in to all the health-care agencies in the area to get the mpx vaccine. I decided, mostly because of conflicting reports in the media regarding the details of transmission, blah blah blah to hold off on my usual sexual routine. So, I've been going without for a few weeks, but I usually take the 'better safe than sorry' lane. I'll feel comfortable heading out again soon, and putting off the fuckjoints for a while in favor of making sure I'm as protected as I can be, after the suggested wait time has passed, I'll jump into the pile again. At least I'll know I've taken the most steps possible to avoid infection, and I can live (and fuck) with that. It's irritating not to know what to do - I get that in spades. But, until I felt I knew enough (and got the shot), I just told my Cock that he'd simply have to wait, and shut the fuck up about it. But, what level of risk you decide to assume is up to you, right? Good luck, bud

I’m not really gay; never thought about guys. But recently tried coke and it immediately makes me want to be fucked. And I want to be a complete slut whore. Usually anonymous. Crazy but I love it.

that totally describes me. The looser iam the happier i am. Goal is a mare size mancunt with a minimum foot long prolapse. i stuff my hole with oversize toys nearly everyday and seek out sex that will leave me loose and more ruin. I love how my rectum has started to obviously fall to where it is noticable between my beefy ass cheeks. Vac pumping is helping to pull it out further. i am hosed out everyday so i can indulge in the kind of sodomy i need. And as you can see from my profile pic, I am nice and loose, but i want it bigger, deep and long prolapse.

First time I saw a huge penis when i was a boy. I knew I wanted to feel it fucking me. My 3rd sex partner had a fat 8.5 cock and was impressed at how easy i took him nd tol me i was a natural bottom. That's when I learned that lots of guys can't handle size and that I wanted to see how much i could accommodate. That was amplified the first time I saw porn guys taking massive dildoes and hands. and when the toy or hand was removed, their hole just hung open like a gaping cavern. I knew instantly i wanted to be that super loose freak of Nature. When I took my fist fist it was an amazing high. the pleasure stimulation is very different from a cock or toy, plus I had the headrush of knowing I had size in me that most guys can't handle. For a long time I did more cock and huge toy than fist play because i love being bred, especially in group settings. but about 6 or 7 years ago the scale started to tip and now I get fisted way more than I get bred. I'm still super promiscuous and I still love a good breeding (and some guys have jerked off inside my hole) but nothing hits my pleasure circuits like a guy's fist sliding into my slack ass. I take my big toys most everyday so I stay loose. I am blessed with a massive sex appetite and that helps control it when I don't have time to hook up and play. Best training for taking a fist is an XL inflatable butt plug from Mr. S Leather.

I get that not everyone likes to cuddle, and that even those who sometimes do may not want a lot of it, or with everyone. But can we dispense with calling it "freakish"? And with making blanket judgments like "strangers do not cuddle"? There are rather significant numbers of people in this country whose belief systems consider it just as freakish for strangers to fuck. What's that phrase - "Don't yuck someone else's yum"?

I fisted a very experienced bottom - for the first time and I started out slow and by the end of the night was past my elbow and his ass was like the Grand Canyon - fucking him honestly was like fucking a small cave - he was so loose and stretched but it turned me on so much seeing what I did to his ass - I bred him and pissed in him and jacked off watching 5 Black Guys who regularly use him - do just that - they were mostly construction workers and I could smell their ripe pots and cocks as they stripped and our host just buried his mouth and tongue in each pit, ass and cock and tongues bathed their ripe bodies- they pretty much used him like he was a piece of trash their race play was uncomfortable to me - he was begging for their BBCs to make his ass there’s and they were saying his ass belonged to them for reparations and he was a whore for Black men from now on - I wanted to leave but he asked me to stay and all 5 bred his ass then made him suck and rim them and when they were ready all 5 shot loads down his throat and for the finale all 5 elbow deep fisted his hole - his hole was a gaping ruin - one of the guys said he was like a bitch his cell block used when he did time - some businessman from Ohio - two years in prison- he was married and an arrogant prick when he went in he left broken a fag for BBC and was a Meth addict and he was pozzed by routine fucking - he evidently cried the first few rapes and gang rapes but once he was a meth regular and after his first month he was shamelessly begging on the shower floor for Black and Latin meat - and was a bonafide Cumdump for all the cell block all Black and Latin but one - the guy laughed and said the other white guy serving time for drunk driving was made to eat the business man’s ass before he was used - and he would gag on the ripeness but he had to get it sloppy squeaky clean or they beat his ass until he was a ruin - and the. Once that ass was ready the cell block to line up and run their BBC and train - train of destruction in his hole.

Nowadays I only have sex with fuckbuddies. We have a connection (and as @hntnhole said here and many times elsewhere on this forum that is better sex) and we kiss a lot. We may not become life partners but we are sexual partners for a while. But in the days when I was still a bubblebutt youngster it was all about cock. And cock. And more cock. I could not be into the guy but I could very well be into his cock. I didn't want those guys to kiss me. Just fuck me and get the job done. Shoot your load in my ass and go. I very much prefer the way I have sex now. Quality over quantity.

I’ve always thought the cruel condom would be more painful than the pleasure I would get out of it. I think I’m at a point where I want to try getting fucked with one.

There have always been risks associated with sexual freedom and not just health related. Execution. Imprisonment. Violence. Society’s disdain. Caution is always prudent but one cannot go through life shying away from every shadow. Centuries ago the pox was a death sentence. Decades ago so, too, was AIDS. But people didn’t stop fucking because, as the late, great Joe Orton once said “you’ll regret not having fun with your genitals when you’re dead.”

The way I see it, kissing is part of that elusive "connection" that happens only occasionally. I mean deep, tongue-down-the-throat kissing. It's another way of demonstrating that the guy isn't just another Hole to rut in, there's a deeper interaction available. Kissing - at least for me - is a metaphor: my tongue in your mouth is directly akin to my Cock up your gut. It implies a deeper connection than the physical mating.

*shudder* 🤖 DANGER, WILL ROBINSON This is a red flag 🚩 if I ever saw one. If you speak to such a person, try asking “Do you spoon?” I’m willing to bet the reply will be, “Yes! Yes I do! I could spoon with you all night long and fall asleep in your arms.” I have visions of myself pinned for an entire night under the weight of a 250 lb. Man who falls asleep halfway on top of me, sleeps like the dead, and snores like a hive of bees.

I have been reading the story from when it began in July last year. The characters have almost become family and I enjoyed it immensely. I think one final chapter is a nice end to the story. Everyone has found his partner (while still enjoying sex with others). I do feel we have come to the end. Prolonging the story just for the sake of it would spoil that. It would be like a popular TV show that runs on an on by popular demand while the number of viewers drops. I'm sure this will dissapoint many readers here. BUT! I can't wait for your next story!!!

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All I can say, is that guys who limit there hookups based on race are missing some amazing fucks. The same is true of guys who pigeonhole certain races as either bottoms or tops, you are missing some great holes and great dicks.

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

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

i can see two ways to phrase this question: "Do you think we are born to be a cumdump" or "do you think we are born cumdump." i see a difference, one involves volition to me, the other not. Either way, i think the question is just a more specific rendering of the age old question of nature vs nurture. To me, a more important question is "why do we ask?" i came up in a religious culture that taught that gays should not be, that men having sex with men is a 'sin' against nature, or how we were "created" to be. That it's part of the "fallen" nature, etc.. Once i left that way of thinking, the question didn't matter anymore. The more important thing for me is discovering what is and learning how to live well with reality, not spend my life trying to conform to someone else's ideas of who and what i 'should' be. That said, i cannot remember a time when i did not want to be a receptacle for a Mans need to breed, pleasure, orgasm, seed. They're all connected to me, and they represent a more complete way of connecting and bonding. To me, "cumpdump" is a sort of hyper expression of all of that. i've also wondered if it is a manifestation of the natural drive to procreate, a form of being in heat? No evidence of this, it's all speculative, but i can imagine over time, the mix of genes and possible predispositions one might have gets mixed and changed all the time each time a new person is born. It makes sense to me that gay guys have some of the components of women along with their male components. Maybe those who need seed have some of the components and drive a woman has to receive? Idk. To me it feels like i have the female need to reproduce as a receptacle, fused by the testosterone and male need to reproduce. It seems common notion that most guys have a high sex drive. It's enough for me to know i want/need a Man and, so much of what goes with that, inside of me... i don't need to know why in order to live that out.

Nothing like baby oil to shred the condom. It feels so great when the rubber just disintegrates

What is allowed on these "Radical Rub Down Tuesdays"? It sounds as if one gets vigorously towelled dry and afterwards slathered in Ben Gay or Vick's Vapor Rub.

Sounds like you have some stories to share with us. 🙂

This is a great topic. I don't know if I was born to be a cumdump, but I know I'm naturally submissive and couldn't picture myself topping anyone else. I crave cock over anything else and am obviously gay. I don't advertise it and consider myself someone who presents as masculine thanks to my love of working somewhat dirty jobs. Need your engine rebuilt? I can help with that. Need a tree cut down in your yard? I'll bring my chainsaw over and take care of it. Need a trench dug in your backyard? I'll put my work boots on, grab a shovel and get it done by myself. But pretty much everyone I know says they didn't even have to wonder if I was a top or bottom, much less if I was gay or straight. Even my mom just assumed I was a bottom before I confirmed it because I'm so passive.

Dude! This is becoming more and more hot! Let's see how it evolve, I expect one of these scenarios: 1. Jay discovers Will's tattoo and freaks out, but his body tells otherwise and it ends up with Will fucking him. 2. Jay discovers Will's tattoo and reveals he has one similar. They are biological brothers in two ways 🦠☣️

@losolent I always enjoy your stories. From the sex to the character development it is great to see notifications of new updates from you. Will look forward to further expansion of this story or some new adventure and story that you take us on. Thanks for all the work you do.

Was contacted by a guy on recon last night, I gave him my address within 10 minutes he was knocking on my door, We sat down and had a beer or two, he didn't have a big bulge, but when he pulled his pant off, and I was on my knees sucking his limp cock it started growing, and wow did it grow, 7 inches at least but it had a huge bend that pointed upwards like a banana. I striped off and led him to my bedroom, where he had me lay on my back, him rimmed my fuck hole to get it nice a wet with his saliva, then he started to fuck me, within about 2 minutes I my first orgasm as his cock repeated hit my p-spot, he continued to fuck me like this and within another minute I was having another orgasm, my little cock was just oozing, he pulled his cock out and put my cum all over it and had me suck his cock, he face fucked me for about 10 minutes, them shoved his cock back in my ass, once again he was hitting my p-spot and had me having another orgasm, I lost count of the number of times I orgasm'ed, my whole body was sore and I felt completely wasted, that is when he emptied his ball deep inside me, slapped my little cock, went into the living room put his clothes on and left. I was so wrecked by the amount of orgasms that I fell asleep with cum leaking out of my ass, and my cum and fluids drying on me.

I’m obsessed by large toys. While chemmed up and raw fisting a hole I need a long wide dildo or fat plug in me. My ass swallows them up and bounce around on them while servicing a sloppy cunt. When it’s my turn my hole just sucks in a fist. Love getting stretched, punch fucked taking further into me.

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. 😉

It was my 66th birthday and despite lots of action in the previous few weeks, nothing was lining up for my big day. Not to be discouraged I dropped my origami paddler off my boat, changed into a skimpy speedo and buckled on my inflatable life jacket pouch. Very little wind so I had a nice paddle to a sailing club booy a good distance from shore. I carefully tied my craft and paddle to the booy, stowed my life pouch on the paddlers, slipped out of my speedo and dove in for a great skinny dip. The only other boat on the bay was a wake board boat. They came close from time to time but I decided if they could see what I was up to and offended there was lots more bay for them to stay in. They must have passed me a half dozen times. After 3/4 of an hour they were gone and I decided to climb back aboard. I was sitting on the paddler and had just gotten my feet through the leg openings of the speedo when I heard the wake board boat slowly approaching from behind me. As I panicked to try to be clothed before the boat reached me I heard a strong male voice. "Sorry bud. Didn't mean to startle you. No need to cover for me." There was only a handsome ginger 30ish driver on the boat. I tucked my cock in and said; "Well thanks, but you're pretty well covered yourself. " "Yeah occupational hazard for a red head out here on the open water. I just came out to make sure you are OK?" I was now holding onto the stern of his boat as he leaned over looking at me. He couldn't miss that my dick was hardening and threatening to escape my speedo. "Looks like you could use some assistance daddy. "

Earlier this morning with a 20 year old off Daddyhunt. He's a student, back home from university for a month and feeling bored and horny. He was up for being fucked and happy to do it bare, though not on Prep. He sucked my cock for a while and then bent over to let me lick his arse. I licked him for a while and then slid my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was semi-hard as I fucked him and then he began to play with himself. I was getting close and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard and after a while I shot a nice big load right up him. When I pulled out, he straightened up and I saw his cock, which was now fully hard - I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. He was quite small and slim, but his cock was massive. I sucked on it for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He rather shyly said he hasn't fucked much as he mostly bottoms but was up for it and soon I was bent over my desk, pulling my cheeks apart so he could get his big cock up me. He began a bit slow and hesitant, but then got his confidence and gave me a good hard fuck, depositing what still feels like a massive load in my arse. I told him he should top more guys and he says he will. Already arranged to see him again.

I have a Collins speculum..... fucking love being in a sling and having it used on me....my hole really gaping wide ...feels fucking awesome......also makes it easy for taking even a tina dick and balls in my gaped hole too and easy for receiving chem piss. Also love using it when topping in the same way...love having the bottom in the sling to use it for max exposure 🐷

All that gaping cunt needs is a few loads of piss.

PART II Adam walked into the house behind Matt and entered a slightly messy living room with two guys sitting on chairs playing a video game. They both looked up and laughed. “Fuck Matty, another fag? Is there ever a day when you’re NOT picking up some hot piece of ass on the beach?” All three of them laughed and Adam blushed. The guy thought he was hot. “I can’t help it, Ben, they just can’t resist my good looks and big fat cock. You know how fags are.” Ben laughed and the other guy chimed in “well, we’re both off work today, do we get to use this one, too? Or is his cunt reserved?” Matty looked at Adam and said “you’re gonna service my buddies. I’ll get you even more fucked up.\” Adam just stood there in the middle of the living room, completely naked. He felt like his cock SHOULD be hard, but it just wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t stop himself from touching it, though, and also from idly playing with his nipples. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to. I’ve never been this horny before.” Ben laughed and said “oh we’ve already gotten the little bitch high, have we? Sounds like you have a whole day of fun planned. Now I’m REALLY happy Josh and I are both off today.” Adam couldn’t believe all of this was happening to him. He was insanely attracted to all three of them. Josh and Ben were both in their early 20s like Matt, Ben was tall and lean, with a dark mop of curly hair, but didn’t have much hair on his body. Josh was shorter, like Adam, and bore a strong resemblance to Matt, sharing the blonde hair all over his body. Adam hesitated before asking “are you guys related?” Josh stood up and walked over to Matt. He put his arm around Matt’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. “We sure are. One gay brother, one bi brother. We’ve been messing around since we were kids. Matt got the height and a nice cock, I’m short as fuck, but I have a huge ass and an even bigger cock. You wanna see?” Josh stuck his hand down his shorts, played with his cock and gave Adam a wicked grin. “Um. FUCK yeah. I DO! I really want you all to fuck me.” Adam stopped himself, not believing that he had actually said the words out loud. He blushed again. All three of the other guys laughed and Ben went over to close the curtains. Didn’t need to put on a show for the whole neighborhood. Josh pulled his shorts down and walked over to Adam revealing a sexy yellow jockstrap that was heavily filled out with cock. “Come on, dude. Let’s get this fucking show on the road.” Ben paused the video game and turned the TV to some bareback porn. Josh sat back down in the chair, pulling Adam behind him. “You want my cock, fag? Come on. Let’s give it to you.” And with that, Josh pulled the pouch of his jockstrap aside and his huge cock fell out. It looked even bigger because the man it was attached to was only 5’6” tall. Adam’s eyes, pupils already dilated from the T, got even bigger and he immediately fell to his knees. “Can I suck your dick? Please?” Josh laughed and looked up at Matt. “Bro, where did you find this one? He’s cute as fuck and hungry!” Matt laughed, pulling his pipe and some other items out of the zippered pouch he brought in from the van. “I know right? They’re always staring at me when I change out of my wet suit at the beach. Sometimes you just gotta fuck em?” We can play video games anytime. How often can we gang bang a hot little piece of ass?” Josh looked down at Adam and slapped the boy lightly across the face. “What the fuck are you waiting for, fag? Suck my fucking cock.” Adam grinned and immediately impaled his mouth of Josh’s huge uncut cock. Adam was glad he’d had practice from Matt’s cock so his mouth was opened up, the drugs were also helping, but Adam just wanted cock. His entire brain was focused on it. Ben stood up, shucking his clothes and walked over to where Adam was sucking his boyfriend’s cock, slowing stroking his dick. Adam sucked Josh’s cock for a couple minutes completely lost in pleasuring the cock that was giving him so much deep pleasure. Eventually Ben grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him off Josh’s cock with a little moan from Adam and shoved his own 9” fat, cut cock all the way down Adam’s throat. He let the fag get used to his cock, and then started fucking his face hard with little mercy. Josh was making out with Ben, playing with his tits while Matt was busy prepping points for all four of them. He planned on using Adam for a couple of days. “Lighten up, Ben, we’ve got all day and I plan on getting us all FUCKED UP.” Ben laughed and pulled Adam off his cock, telling him “don’t worry fag, you’ll get more of that later. But first, let’s blast off.” He grabbed two of the points from Matt and pulled Adam over to the sofa. He quickly tied Adam’s arm off and told him to hold still. “You don’t want to move or you’ll hurt yourself.” He found a vein quickly and dispatched the liquid into Adam’s arm, pulled off the tourniquet quickly and watching Adam’s head explode. Adam began to cough and started grabbing at his tits and cock (which had shriveled and grown smaller) while he watched the other guys slam their T. Ben quickly did himself, while Matt did himself and then Josh. All three of them started to cough and Ben quickly grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him in to a deep kiss. “Get the fuck down the hall on our bed, faggot. Last door on the right.” He slapped Adam’s cheek hard and then his ass, sending the boy scurrying down the hallway, with all three boys following closely. When they got to the end of the hall, Adam was on the bed, with his ass high in the air, plug still in place. “Please, somebody fuck me! I need cock in my hole!” Matt shoved Josh onto the bed and fell on top of him, making out as they’d been doing for 10 years. Ben grabbed the buttplug out of Adam’s ass and quickly pulled it out, eliciting a moan from the fag. His hole was nicely open, gaping slightly. Ben stuck two of his fingers inside, again making him moan loudly and start begging for Ben’s cock. “You are one hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” All four of them laughed and Adam said “you have no idea. I’ve never been this hungry before. I wonder how many loads I can take? Should we find out?” The guys all laughed again and Ben slid his dick all the way into Adam’s hole with one shove, making the fag moan deeply for a long time. Matt rolled his brother onto his back and Josh grabbed his knees and rolled onto his back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Come on, big brother. Give me that fat fucking cock. You know how much I love it.” Matt laughed again, spit in his palm and quickly slid his dick into his brother’s hole. Once he bottomed out, he could tell that it was already loaded up. Matt smirked at Josh and said “Damn, you fucking filthy whore. Who’s load is that, baby brother?” Josh smiled while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his brother hit his prostate. “There’s three. One of them is Ben’s and the others are two randos we met on Grindr earlier. I was horny and feeling slutty,” he said. Matt smiled and said “so it was a day that ended in Y. You’re always a horny little slut.” Josh laughed and moaned loudly again as Matt’s fat cock pummeled his hole. He loved his boyfriend, but secretly he loved his brother’s cock even more. Josh leaned over and started making out with Adam, both short furry pigs getting their cunts nailed, while Matt and Ben started kissing each other while pounding the two fag bottoms. It was going to be a long afternoon.

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

Part 11 It wasn’t even a question. I was a bit panicked, I was out with my colleagues, who had made dinner plans for Monday evening. We weren’t supposed to meet before next Saturday. I was tempted to say that I couldn’t, that it was too short of a notice. I had to get ready, I wanted to be prepared, but before I could reply anything, he sent a follow up message. -“Don’t even think about saying no, boy. I told you your ass would be mine and that we would meet more than once this week.” -“Okay. But I won’t be ready before 10pm, I need to prepare.” -“No rush, I’m on vacation this week, take as long as you need. I saved my loads for you, haven’t fucked or jerked off in a week and I plan on breeding you and you only this week!” The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I was very distracted, and my colleagues probably noticed I wasn’t all there with them. All I could think about was that guy I had fantasized so much over the years, that guy who had planted the idea of chasing deep in my brain and was probably about to plant his dirty seed deep in me. What was I about to do? I had vowed to not do anything stupid again after my Paris scare and I had to stop myself several times from messaging him to cancel everything. But despite the anxiety, I was turned on like never before. And I thought about the fact that I was still on PrEp, despite him not knowing. Right after dinner, the jet lag started to hit me hard and I left my colleagues to go back to my room. It was also mostly an excuse to go jerk off. My cock had been hard for a good part of the day and I needed to unload. I started stroking my dick under the hot shower, thinking about that man who would be inside me in about 24 hours. I was imagining his poz dick slowly sliding inside my hole. He had promised to give me several loads and I was craving that cum like a whore. I knew I would be begging for as much cum as possible. I decided to finish myself with poppers so I turned the water off, quickly grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. The mirror was right in front of it and I could watch myself playing with my dick and my ass at the same time. I had been working hard at the gym after the end of the last lockdown and I was proud of the results, hoping it would please my guy and encourage him even more to take charge of me. I’m average at 5’8 and 165lbs with an athletic build inherited from years of gymnastics training as a teenager and young adult. With the poppers hitting hard, and replaying what I thought -and hoped - the guy would say as he would push his toxic loads deep inside my hole, I ended up shooting a big load onto my chest and fell asleep almost instantly, without even turning the lights off or cleaning my mess.

As a 50/50 versatile, I agree for the most part. For me, whether I'm topping or bottoming, it's the man that makes the fuck, because he's the one who inspires me to use my cock or my ass for maximum mutual pleasure.

I am very upfront about BB sex and not pulling out and they still want my dick

Since there are a lot of chasers or guys who don't care about status around here, I thought it might be useful for them to hear from those of us who are poz about how HIV has changed our lives, for the better, for the worse, or just changed things period. We've already heard a fair bit about how many guys approach sex and the quality and quantity of sex we may have after converting, so let's keep sex out of this particular conversation. Anything else is fair game though: diet, exercise, spirituality, work, money, relationships, whatever. And maybe nothing's really changed for you. Let's hear about that too.