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  1. 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.
    7 points
  2. Berlin - night one of three. It all started with a Thursday night at the Lab.oratory club, with its entrance just next to the famous Berghain club. Thursday night means naked night. The reviews said that this place is nothing for the faint hearted and everything goes. I think, that’s an accurate description. When I arrived at 8.40 pm, there was already a long line waiting and ready to get in. At 9 pm, they opened the doors and the party could begin. You are given a big rubbish bag for your clothes and a wristband with a number, you undress completely, except for your shoes, you leave the bag which will be given your wristband number at the cloakroom. Most early arrivals had a drink at the bar or just walked around checking out the location. With everyone being naked and horny, it didn’t take long for the action to start. It filled up quickly with loads of guys. As I slowly made my way through the different corners and aisles of the industrial style club, equipped with several benches, slings, and so on, I encountered several hot guys. It wasn’t unusual that some would stop when passing each other, just to touch each others hard cocks or butt. There were lots of guys, and they all came in different age, size, body type and colour. It felt good that everyone seemed to be accepted the way he was, and there was certainly someone for every taste. I came across a gloryhole wall, which was a pleasant start of getting my cock sucked for a bit. Further down, a guy’s bubble ass looked out of a wall, with nothing else of him visible. I just couldn’t resist and rammed my cock into that hole. After this warm up, I walked back towards the bar and on my way I discovered several leather covered benches, where some guys were already bending down on them, obviously begging to be fucked. Since I already topped earlier, it was time for me to bottom now. I bent over a bench, just next to another guy, prepared myself with some lube, which I stored in my socks and waited patiently. It didn’t take long until a hot athletic guy with a long uncut cock came along. He put his hard cock in front of my face. No words needed, I knew what he wanted, so I sucked him with pleasure. I am no expert in deepthroating, but I did my best and let this delicious cock choke my throat. After several minutes, he moved behind me, got me down on the bench and pushed his raw cock into my tight hole. I had to scream, I was overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t stop moaning, because I needed this so much. At first, I thought that I couldn’t take it, but then I started to relax and enjoy it. He fucked me deep and fast and his pulsating cock indicated that he loved it as much as I did. After a few minutes, he shot his warm load deep inside me and it must have been a huge load, because shortly after, it was dripping out of me. Time for a break - so I thought. But then I realised that another guy was positioning himself behind me. I spread my cheeks with my hands to indicate that I was ready. Shortly after, I felt another cock inside me. It followed a third, a fourth and a fifth. I was filled with pleasure - and cum. Lots of it. Matched by the dark environment and beats played in the club, the smell of horny sweat and poppers. I decided to walk around a bit and came across a very narrow aisle inside a stone wall. It was quite dark in there and difficult to get past the guys standing inside. Once I got through, I discovered a hot guy on his knees, waiting to be served. I didn’t hesitate and offered him my hard cock. He sucked it like a pro, and I really enjoyed it. Then another guy turned up behind him and indicated that he wanted to fuck him. He got up from his knees, still sucking me and the other guy pushed his cock into his hole. The bottom guy decided that he wanted a change and turned around, switching position. I fucked him and he sucked the other guy. Since I haven’t cum yet this evening I could now suddenly feel the build up in my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. The other guy left and I grabbed the head of the bottom guy and started fucking his throat quite aggressively, which he seemed to enjoy based on his moans. Reaching my point of no return, I made sure I shot my load as deep as possible down his throat, which he obviously loved as much as I did. The night continued with more fucking after a short break. The sinks next to the toilets became cock washing facilities, with several guys at any given time standing there and cleaning themselves up. Their eyes still glowing from the most recent pleasures. A hot blond guy asked me to fuck him, back at the benches. I happily complied. At the other end of the bench, there was a young guy on his back, waiting to be fucked. As I rammed my cock into him, blond guy walked behind me and started fucking me, while I was still fucking the young guy. I felt like heaven and wished it would never stop. As blond guy came inside me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and left my load into the young guy in front of me. After 4 hours, I left the club, exhausted and happily filled with cum and emptied balls. It was only then when I realised how busy I was, because I didn’t sit down for a single minute to have a drink.
    3 points
  3. Part 2 the preparation Jack entered the room. Brad who was still tied up on the bed looked at Jack and floundered violently on the bed hoping to get loose. Try it, go wild it doesn't matter anyway you will never get loose said Jack. It makes it all the more fun for me to convert you. Despite the ball in his mouth you could still hear no never from the mouth of Brad. Jack grinned, you are not my first boy nor will you be my last. When I'm done with you will beg me to empty my fat cock into your ass, you'll beg me to swallow my seed and you'll want to please me so much that you'll be willing to do anything for me. Brad began to cry out why and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack was laughing loudly with the crying and yelling Brad. Why, well I'll explain it to you. We picked you very specifically, our clients are looking for athletic studs who have been transformed. They love to humiliate former pussy lovers, drug them and fuck their butts open. You fit the bill completely. Angel first gained your trust and made sure she could control your entire life without anyone starting to look for you. Let's get down to it, I'm looking forward to it. Because I love to see a transformation happen, it brings me great pleasure and delight to see my work bear fruit. The light was turned on in the room and Brad could now see the room clearly for the first time. Everywhere he saw attributes lying around. The walls were lined with chains, whips, ropes there were several benches with all kinds of sizes of dildos and cone shaped things. He saw rings lying pliers, and other weird looking instruments. In the corner he saw a shower and a toilet. In the middle there were different kinds of benches with holes in them on the side there was a cross there hung a cloth attached to the ceiling with 4 chains. Next to the bed there was a table with syringes and needles, different kinds of bottles of pills and lubricants. He also saw gas masks and armor. On the other wall he saw pumps hanging rollers with spikes on them, he saw clamps hanging and on the ceiling and on the walls he will attachment points to hang chains. In front of the bed was a large flat screen on a wheeled base. With most things he could imagine what they were for but with some things he really had no idea. Jack went to the table where the syringes were and picked up a bottle of lube. He positioned himself on the bed and put an amount of lube on his fingers and without warning shove it up Brad's ass. Brad tried to spar against it but it didn't have much effect. Jack was in complete control and Brad tied up nothing starting against the burly Jack. Brad cried out in pain, it was the first time he had fingers in his ass and his exciting pussy was giving him a huge pain jolt from the brutal invasion. A grin came to Jack's face. Soon you will get hot he said first it will burn and then for the first time you will experience what it feels like to have an empty pussy. Jack withdrew his fingers and Brad still shouting no no no no please stop. He felt the burning in his ass come on. What are you guys doing stop this he yelled. Not that Jack really understood what he was yelling or cared. After a few minutes the burning sensation began to ebb away and Brad looked around with fear. Jack had gone to the wall and was taking a gas mask from the wall. Brad felt a tingling sensation rise in his ass, he didn't know what it was but he indeed felt an empty feeling in his ass. Fight it, Fight it you won't let yourself be used he was telling himself. Jack stood beside the bed and took the gag out of Brad's mouth. Finally the damn ball was out of his mouth, he started calling for help as loud as he could. Jack grinned, yell as loud as you can slut no one can hear you. I am not your slut, untie me and let me go. If you let me go now I won't tell anyone what happened here. I will not untie you and you will not tell anyone either said Jack you will be here for a long time and when we are done will want to tell everyone how proud you are of your new life and status. Brad tried to say something back but the Tina began to overpower his thoughts and his ass was clamoring to be filled. Oh what do we see there said Jack is the Tina starting to do his job. No cried Brad, I will never transform I am a real guy a guy who fucks women. We will see about that said Jack and with some difficulty placed the gas maker on Brad's head. Brad yelled for him to take off the mask but Jack took a pipe and some crystals and melted them and inhaled the white smoke. He blew it into the hose of the gas mask and then held it closed. He repeated this several times and little by little Brad's cries hushed. His body stopped struggling and he began to moan lightly. Jack stroked Brad's nipples and saw that he was beginning to squirm on the bed. He stroked his cock and heard Brad moan lightly. Then he put some more special lube on his fingers and inserted them into Brad's pussy without any opposition from Brad. Brad moaned and between moans you could still hear stop, I don't want this. The gas mask was taken off and the flat screen turned on, a movie began to play. Brad saw a young guy like him lying on a bed where there were several men standing around and fucking the boy. The boy was also sucking some cocks and you could hear he was enjoying it. Brad got headphones on and heard the boy being fucked moaning and asking to be fucked more and harder, he too heard someone talking in the background saying in a sweet tone that he was a slut a penis loving whore who wants nothing more than to suck real men's cock, a slut who gets his pussy fucked and filled with seed, a whore who lets himself be used. Jack left the room, leaving Brad alone with the movie and headphones. This will help bring him closer to his transformation, I have seen it happen several times and this time will be no different. Brad tried not to look but because his head was fixed he could only close his eyes. The headphones made sure he still heard the constant moaning and the soft voice that was imprinting on him that he was a slut. The chems caused him to become aroused by the moans and his ass to scream to be filled. He tried to tell himself that he was straight and that he could resist but after a few minutes he could no longer control himself and started watching the movie anyway. He saw the young man being pimped on all sides. Even though he found it horrifying to watch, deep down he felt a strange sense of longing. He tried to banish the thoughts from his mind but the sound of the moaning and the voice in the background took over from his own thoughts. An hour later, the chems began to lose power, the movie continued to play and Brad could resist more of what he was being shown. He try to break free again but quickly felt that it would not work. Jack came back into the room and turned on the light. Untie me cried Brad, I will never do what you are showing me here, never. Jack remained silent for a moment took off the headphones and opened a bottle of Getorade, you need to drink he said, because you have been lying here for a while. We don't want you to get dehydrated. Brad indeed had a dry mouth but didn't know if he would drink from the bottle. He refused, but Jack pinched his nose shut and poured the bottle into his mouth. Brad started to gag but still drank the bottle half empty. It tasted strange, surely something must have been put into the drink he thought. He was right Jack had indeed put GHB in the bottle and Brad would soon find out. Jack took some special lube again and Brad tried to struggle again. You know it's no use friend said Jack, stop resisting and accept your new life. As Jack stuck his fingers with the lube in Brad's pussy Brad cried out no, never. Again he felt that burning sensation and tingling sensation in his ass. Jack took a quick look at his new toy and saw that the Tina was starting to do its job again. Just a little while longer he thought and then the G will be in his system too and we can introduce something for the first time. Brad tried again to fight chems and the feeling that came up his ass. Jack meanwhile was stroking Brad's body to make him a little hornier and was spinning circles around the sphincter. Brad who was trying to fight it had to give in. The G was starting to kick in and he couldn't resist the stimulation of his sphincter. The muscle opened gently and that was the signal for Jack. Look what we have here said Jack. Brad was moaning lightly through the chems and without wanting it to be the same he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. Jack got up and walked over to the wall where the buttplugs were. He took one of the smallest plugs and went back to the bed. Brad had stopped moaning and started moaning because his pussy was not getting any attention. He saw the plug Jack had in his hands and between moans started saying, no don't , I don't want it. Sure you do said Jack, your pussy is asking for it. Your pussy is starting to open up spontaneously. He took back the lube and put it on the plug and stuck it in Brad's virgin pussy. Brad wanted to work against it but the chems made it impossible. He felt the top of the plug push against his sphincter muscle. Like a miracle the muscle opened up and let the tip of the plug in without any problems. No I don't want this cried Brad and Jack grinned. Your pussy says something else, my friend. Jack pushed the plug a little further and Brad felt his ass being pulled open. A feeling of pain and at the same time of relief came through him. The pain of his muscle being pulled open and relief of his pussy being filled. The plug was pushed deeper and something magical happened for Brad. Suddenly his muscle closed back up as the plug was completely in his ass and he felt a sense of satisfaction. The pain was gone and his tight pussy was completely forming around the plug. Jack took back the headphones and put them back on Brad's head. The soft voice and moans of what was happening on the screen were back. The lights were turned back off and Brad was alone again. This time the feeling was different for Brad. He watched the movie still in horror but he felt his pussy filling the plug. He tried to push the plug out of his ass but he couldn't. He pushed and every time he stopped he felt the plug sucking back into his cunt and that gave him a blissful feeling of fullness, he felt the plug massaging his prostate. Some pre-cum was flowing from his limp dick He felt the wet spot and was shocked by what he saw. This can't be happening he thought, sex between men can't turn me on. I don't want this. But the chems and the plug were doing their job and without even realizing it Brad was moaning and trying to get the plug deeper into his pussy. Each time he did, more pre-cum poured out of his pole. His horniness was beginning to take the upper hand over his thoughts. The longer it went on the more his wall began to break down and the more he began to accept the feeling of a plug in his pussy. He started working his ass so hard to get the plug deeper that without realizing it he had pushed the plug out of his ass. He got an empty feeling in his pussy and even though he wanted to fight it he started to cry out, please help me put it back in. Please put it back in I need it. Jack who was following along in the room next door on the screens saw it happen and started to grimace. He knew something had changed with Brad. He let him call for a moment and then went into the room and came to stand next to Brad took off the headphones. Jack saw the pre-cum on Brad's belly and said laughing a little oh slut did you like the plug in your pussy so much you couldn't hold back. What do you want slut why did you call out. Brad was embarrassed by the moisture on his belly and looked at Jack with doubt, he didn't know what to say. On the one hand he didn't want this but on the other hand he didn't want to continue with this empty feeling in his ass. I euh, I euh . Yes said Jack what do you want. I want to hear you say it all you want, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Brad hesitated and tried to counter but Jack started circling Brad's sphincter again with his finger. Brad couldn't take this anymore and without another thought he said put it back in. What said Jack, what do you want. Put that thing back in my butt see Brad. That thing is a butt plug said Jack and if you want it back you will have to ask nicely. May I please have the plug back said Brad. That's not how you ask it Jack said. You ask it like this: May I please have a plug in my slut ass sir. Brad didn't want to say it but the stimulation of his sphincter, the empty feeling in his cunt and the chems took over. Without another thought the words came out of Brad's mouth and Jack stepped up to the wall and took a larger plug. Brad saw Jack standing there with the bigger plug and wanted to say no but Jack interrupted him by saying he should be glad he got a bigger one and he should thank his master. He asked for it to get a plug back in his ass. Jack smeared some special lube back on the plug and pushed it back into Brad's ass. Brad felt his ass immediately open up and suck the tip of the plug in. He groaned, then he felt the plug was much larger than the previous one and his sphincter was pulled open again. He groaned in pain but Jack had no pity and pushed the plug in fully. Brad felt his muscle close back up and his cunt suck the larger plug tight. Again he felt that burning sensation and after a few minutes he felt his cunt relax and a huge surge of horniness came over him. Jack who remained in the room this time was watching the spectacle. Brad was rubbing his ass on the bed trying to push the plug deeper. Jack positioned himself on the bed and gave a tap to the flat piece of the dildo. A loud moan of pleasure filled the room and Jack pushed against the plug for a moment. He pulled lightly on the plug and then released it again. You could tell Brad was enjoying the new sensation he was discovering. Do you like it slut asked Jack. Brad groaned but remained silent. I asked do you like it slut and Jack gave a firm tap to Brad's ass. Brad gave a moan and said yes I like it. Brad got another smack against his ass. You don't talk to me like that Jack said. You need to learn your place. Again. Do you like it slut. This time Brad didn't hesitate and said Yes sir I like it. Good girl said Jack. We are going to make your pussy enjoy much more he said but you will have to earn it. Brad who was moaning was startled. He felt Jack pull the plug and pull it out of his ass. Because he was doing it so roughly, Brad got a pain shot through his body. But once the plug was out of his cunt the empty feeling came back. Pleas put it back in sir moaned Brad. But Jack refused. It's time you learned that you don't get something for nothing. Brad looked at Jack and everything went through him. His mind as far as he could still think said no, his ass and his body said yes. How far would he be willing to let this go, how long would he be able to resist and how long would he have to stay here. What were they still planning to do with him. He didn't want this but the feeling of a plug in his ass was still so delicious. His mind was completely messed up by the chems and the manipulation he didn't know what to think, say or do anymore. Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure.
    3 points
  4. [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lbF1HBu2l5HB This is one of the Hottest breeding compliations that I've ever seen!
    3 points
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    3 points
  6. For those who are just now trying to let their inner pig/slut whatever emerge, to explore what they have been missing or avoiding for the 1st period of their sexual life- I have to ask. You have waited and tempered your urges to this point. And yes, you are , in your head, finally ready to dive in head first and live in a pool of wanton sex and casual hook ups. But like diving off a rocky cliff into the water below at low tide - you run some big risks. Diving into the darkroom today , you have all the "old" risks from the menu board of STI's, to HIV,,Covid, Hep A,meningitis, and the newest boulder in the sex pool- monkeypox. All but monkeypox are pretty much widespread and entrenched- some have treatments, some have preventatives. But monkeypox is the ONE virus that we, as a group, could actually make a huge impact on right now with a little patience and a 3 or 4 week break from the sex merry go round. But to get everyone, collectively, to hit pause on their penis for 4 weeks seems like an impossible ask. So pox will spread, a lot of guys will be in agony as the blisters form on their anus or inside their mouth or on their urethra, irritated and sending shooting pain with any touch or movement. And at that point they will , hopefully, regret taking undue risks in dark rooms, on park trails at night with no idea of the guy fucking with them or what their skin looks like. So you have held off acting on your cravings- why wouldn't you use that same self control just a little longer. This is really NOT the best time to begin . Just ask yourself if your 1st experience in wild pig sex gave you huge, blistering red spots that had you screaming in pain is really how you want to step into the scene? Do you want to end up with scarring on your body, around your cock and balls, that will be the first thing noticed when you go to a pool party in a year, or to a nude beach? A couple of you are 30- prime meat so to speak in the gay arena. What do you think your self confidence will be if you have big scars on your face from a night at the baths. What will it mean to your ability to get a good job and get promotions? In a year, you will still be the "hot meat", and hopefully scar free and in demand. Hold off, for now. You have made it this far, don't let the urge give you a scourge.
    3 points
  7. I'm travelling through Jordan and it seems incredibly hard to find someone here who wants to breed you. Loads of catfishes on grindr and people only send temporary pics, was like that in the whole country so I gave up on it. Tonight is my last night here and finally someone texted me on grindr that seemed serious. 30 min later he was pissing on my body and making me swallow bits. Fucked me real hard with a lot of spit and gave me a huge load! Happy to leave with a Jordanian load inside my hole.
    3 points
  8. Other guy / or guys loads Heaven is a cumdump loaded and loose
    3 points
  9. 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…..]
    3 points
  10. 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?
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  11. 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.
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  12. Chapter 1: The Aftermath Andrew sat beside the bed, resting his hand on the left hand of Markus. Did Markus even know he was there? He couldn’t tell. Markus was penned in place by an array of wires, tubes, and cuffs, and surrounded by pumps, IV drips, and monitors. Large areas of his face, right arm, and right leg were swathed in bandages. The room was filled with the sounds of bleeping machines and the steady rhythmic whoosh of the respirator. There was no other sound. The figure on the bed lay still. This was the fourth day now that Andrew had kept this vigil beside his man. Three nights had passed since he had received the call to go to the Vancouver hospital because Markus had been in an accident. Andrew had burned up the roads, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Once there, he’d stared in shocked disbelief at the still figure while the doctor had droned on and on. Words and phrases like “… severe burns to the arm and leg… several rib fractures… soft tissue injuries… inflammation… possible brain damage… induced coma…” had washed over him without any of it registering. The doctor had needed to explain it all to him again, patiently, the next day. Andrew couldn’t comprehend, he couldn’t fathom, how a man as vital and vigorous, as endlessly energetic as Markus, could possibly be lying there, unmoving. It reminded him of a fairy tale where the hero or heroine was entrapped by an evil magic spell and would be held immobile until released by the coming of love, expressed by a kiss. With that thought, he’d tried kissing Markus. It hadn’t worked, and Andrew had then felt like a complete idiot for even hoping that it might help. And the whole day had started off so normally. Andrew usually wound up sleeping on his face, and (as so often before) he slowly came awake to the unmistakable sensation of Markus sliding a wet tongue between his ass cheeks, probing gently at his hole. Andrew squirmed and moaned gently as he felt that delicious sensation of the warm, wet tongue prodding at him, getting him wet, and then pushing to try to enter him. Markus was an absolute master of this use of the tongue as a warm-up to something bigger and firmer. Andrew spread his legs wider apart and relaxed into the feeling as Markus continued to lap at his ass crack, washing the sides of his cheeks and poking at the tight little opening. Then he felt the finger rubbing gently at his anus, rubbing and pressing, seeking to open him up. It was that finger that found the way in first, and the tongue soon followed. As always, Markus took his time, thoroughly enjoying making love to his man’s ass, sliding his tongue in and then alternating with the finger, twisting around, eventually finding and stroking the prostate. By now, Andrew was thoroughly awake and his cock was well on its way to becoming fully hard. He knew perfectly well that Markus would have been hard even before he began, and that made his patience and perseverance all the more amazing. When it came to sex, though, Markus was never in a hurry. Taking his time was far too enjoyable. At last, the tongue and finger withdrew, and Markus began to move. Andrew felt him sliding up his back, his firm pecs rubbing across Andrew’s back muscles, and then the rigid pole sliding into the crack between his buns. Even now, Markus didn’t rush, letting his cock slide along Andrew’s crack, up and down, as he gently humped his husband’s butt. Finally, though, Andrew started getting impatient. He was passing beyond wanting Markus inside his body to the point of needing it, needing his man’s cock to be fully buried inside him. He pushed his ass up, and said, “Give me that beautiful cock, Markus. Slide it right inside me and show me how you can make love to my ass.” “You want my cock, Andrew?” “God, yes. I want it now, and you’re driving me crazy by teasing me – and you know it!” Markus gave an ironic little laugh, and said, “All right, then. You know I always give you whatever you want.” With that, he reached down, took his thick shaft in his hand and placed the tip against Andrew’s hole, now thoroughly wetted and loosened. He then began to lean on it, firmly but still without haste. There was a gasp below him as the head pushed its way inside, but not a sound of protest – more of a sound of relief that the teasing was finally over and the action was beginning. Markus continued to push downwards, sliding the entire eight-inch shaft behind the head into Andrew’s tight fuck channel. His dick was an unusual shape, getting thicker towards the base, and Andrew loved the sensation as Markus reached full penetration, then stopped at the point where his hole was stretched to its widest around that beautiful cock. “God, Markus, that feels so incredible, you’re stretching me so wide.” “It feels amazing to me too, Andrew – every time.” And with that, Markus began to move out and back in, sliding his cock deep inside his husband’s muscular ass and then withdrawing until only the head was clasped by the ring of muscle. As he moved, he slowly increased the speed until he was steadily pumping into Andrew’s hole, still without haste but driving fully and deeply in on every stroke. Andrew moaned in ecstasy as Markus plowed him deep. Markus reared up on his arms into push-up position, needing more leverage, and his muscles flexed as he continued to pick up speed, the flop of blond hair across his forehead bouncing up and down as he fucked faster and faster. In another minute or so, he was going at close to full speed, his hips making a loud “smack” each time he slammed down into Andrew’s firm, muscular ass. His breathing was coming shorter and faster as the fuck strokes continued to gain speed, and he knew he was going to explode very soon. Andrew knew it too. He heard the rapid breathing, and shoved his hand under himself, grabbing hold of his own cock and jerking it forcefully. He knew how much Markus loved to be talked through his climax. “Yeah, Markus, yeah. Fuck me harder, you stud. Give it all to me, deep and hard. I want you to cum in me, to breed me deep. Cum inside me! Fucking give me that whole load!” Markus was now gasping and groaning as Andrew clamped the hole down tightly on his cock on each thrust. “Cum in my ass!” That final cry pulled the trigger. Markus slammed all the way into Andrew and held it there as the first three big shots of cream erupted deep inside Andrew’s ass, then followed with a quick series of short slams against the cheeks as the rest of his load streamed out into his man’s hole. As soon as Andrew felt Markus cumming in him, he twisted and groaned and let his own load erupt out onto the bed underneath him, soaking the sheets with a generous blast of cum. Then Markus collapsed onto Andrew’s back, his arms unable to hold him up any longer. Andrew reached up and back with both arms, stroking his husband’s firm body as he panted for air in the aftermath of orgasm. Then he turned his head to the side, allowing Markus to seek out his mouth for some intense kissing while they were still riding the high of cumming right together. When evening came, it was typically Andrew’s turn to fuck Markus and load him up. Andrew’s fucking style was more forceful, more energetic, and faster overall, yet they still managed to cum right together more often than not, and frequently Markus would cum without even touching himself. Andrew had driven home that afternoon, all set to give Markus a fuck for the record books – and then had found himself, instead, sitting in the hospital, staring wide-eyed at an unconscious, immobile body. On the second day, Andrew had found himself frantically jerking off in the shower. He was all primed by force of habit to be fucked and to cum, and he had to get it out of his system before he could do anything else. It was on the third day that Andrew’s brother, Chad, and his wife, Alicia, had arrived from Toronto. The two brothers had always been close, right from boyhood, and finding out that Andrew was gay hadn’t disturbed Chad in the slightest. He’d suspected that even before Andrew himself had figured it out. “Chad. Thank God you could come.” “Of course I came. I’m worried about you, bro.” “Thank you for coming too, Alicia.” She said nothing, but hugged Andrew hard and long. That hug was a speech in itself. Unlike Chad, Alicia had never really felt much at ease around Andrew and Markus, taking refuge in polite but stiff formality. With the passage of time, though, she had gradually begun to realize that maybe, just maybe, her fiercely religious and moralistic family upbringing hadn’t given her as many of life’s answers as she used to think. The three of them had sat and talked about what had happened, while Andrew continued stroking the hand that didn’t respond by so much as a twitch. Chad saw that, and his worry and concentration deepened. At last, he came right to the point. “Andrew, you need to get out of here. You need to take a breather for a few hours at least.” “No! I can’t. I won’t. He might wake up. I need to be here if he wakes up!” “Andrew. What are the doctors saying?” “It’s… he’s in a coma. Induced coma.” “Andrew, he’s not going to wake up until they feel sure it’s safe. Until then, they’re going to keep him unconscious, to help his brain to heal.” “But, Chad, I know he can hear me. He has to hear me. He has to know I’m here with him.” “Andrew!” Chad’s voice came out in an abrupt bark. “You need to take a break. You’re on the thin edge of cracking apart from the stress, you’re wound as tight as a strung bow, and if you snap, that’s not going to help Markus at all. Come on, we’re going out.” Andrew kept trying to fight back but soon ran out of steam and slowed to a stop, like a nursery toy that had run down and needed to be wound up again. In the end, it was sheer emotional exhaustion that decided the argument. Andrew stood up, Chad and Alicia got on either side of him and took his arms, and the three of them walked out of the hospital. Outside, Andrew was almost shocked to see the setting sun touching the mountaintops with rose-tinged light, glimpsed through the trees in the park across the road. He’d been convinced that it was deep, dark night. But it was light, the world was awake, people were hurrying by on foot, on bicycles, in cars, and he took a deep breath and felt a bit of the tension leave him. They walked around the corner to a small seafood restaurant, eating an excellent meal and having a couple of glasses of wine each. It was the first decent meal Andrew had enjoyed since that awful phone call. He could feel his frozen brain beginning to thaw a little more. During dinner, conversation turned to their parents. Their mother, Chloe, was recovering from surgery in Ottawa and since she was now in her eighties it was a prolonged process, so it hadn’t been possible for them to come west. Chad had filled them in as much as he knew about what was happening. He would talk to them again, but he also urged his brother to call home. “You know that Mom and Dad love Markus as much as they love us, and Mom especially is going out of her mind with worry. It’ll do both of you good if you talk with her tomorrow – it’ll be too late tonight with the time change.” Andrew nodded agreement. Then Chad changed the subject, cautiously moving onto more painful ground. “Before I forget, I talked to Uncle Tommy as well.” Andrew immediately stiffened. Chad knew it was a sore spot, but it had to be said. “He’s really worried about you, too.” Andrew didn’t look up, but instead spoke to the table cloth. “I can’t talk about that right now.” Chad sighed. He’d guessed right -- Andrew was still struggling with the intense pain of that loss a few months earlier. They’d both gone to Alcantara for their Uncle Rich’s funeral. Both of them had liked the older man very much, but in Andrew’s case the liking had soared to the edge of hero worship. Rich, their mother’s older brother, and his husband Tommy, had been the first people Andrew had told when he’d decided to come out, even before telling his brother and parents. The safe zone they’d represented for him had been one of the biggest anchors of his entire adult life. Their wise advice and experience had kept him afloat through a couple of early and disastrous attempts at relationships. They had expressed real pleasure when he met Markus and introduced him to the older couple on a video call. His two uncles had come to the wedding when he married Markus, making a wickedly funny joint speech about their nephew that had the entire audience – including Andrew and Markus -- roaring with laughter. The special relationship they enjoyed just went from strength to strength as the years rolled by. They’d visited with each other frequently, taking turns doing the travelling, and even gone on joint vacations. No doubt some of the people who saw the older and younger gay couples going places and doing things together had speculated about possibly kinky daddy and boy antics in the bedroom but, as it happened, sex hadn’t played any part in their relationship – although they had all loved each other dearly. Now, Rich was gone, and both Tommy and Andrew were suffering. Chad knew better than to force the subject, so he changed to another topic. Time enough to return to that later. As the dinner ended, Alicia was the one who suggested to Andrew that he come and stay with them. “We rented a condo for a couple of weeks, and you might want to use the spare bedroom. Just so you can have some company in the morning when you wake up.” To his own surprise, and theirs, Andrew found himself agreeing. His state of exhaustion was such that, when he undressed and fell into bed, he went out like a light and didn’t wake up for nearly ten hours. In the morning, over breakfast and coffee, Chad said, “Andrew, do you want to come over and stay here with us for the next week or so? Maybe better than being at home alone right now.” Andrew thought about it for a moment, and silently nodded his head. “Okay, after we finish breakfast, let’s go over to your place and you can pack a bag, then we can drop it back here before we go on to the hospital.” By the time they reached the hospital, Andrew had calmed down and unwound far enough that he actually followed and took in everything the doctor was saying. At first, the report sounded positive. The pressure and inflammation in the brain was decreasing, and the doctor felt sure that in three more days they could slowly allow Markus to emerge from the induced coma. But then, as the doctor went on, Andrew felt his stomach sinking back down into his shoes. “There is some evidence of possible brain damage. It’s not likely irreversible, but when he wakes up he may display signs of memory loss, perhaps extending back some time before the accident.” Chad gripped Andrew’s shoulders firmly as he sensed his brother losing his cool, composed manner again. “Can you tell us anything more, doctor?” “At this point, no. We will only know more when he does recover consciousness. At the least, he will certainly be in the hospital for several weeks more because of his physical injuries, followed by an extended period of physiotherapy.” It was an unnerving prognosis, and Chad could see that Andrew was thoroughly scared of what might happen when Markus did wake up. Chad stuck close to him for much of the day, finally leaving at about 4:00. After that, Andrew was sitting alone again by the bedside, while Chad and Alicia were off visiting some friends in Vancouver. He was again gently stroking his man’s hand, trying to will his soul to penetrate the dense fog of the induced coma and make contact with the soul of Markus. Andrew’s concentration was so intense that he didn’t even hear the footsteps entering the room behind him. But he did hear the voice, a voice deeply familiar to him, even though it was nearly half a year since he had last heard it. “Andrew.” He stood and turned, his eyes staring wide open on a gasp at the sight of that lined and tanned Asiatic face, the wise, ageing eyes brimming over with sorrow and concern. “Uncle… Uncle Tommy….” And then, just like the frightened little child he had been so long ago, he suddenly raced into his uncle’s arms and they held each other tightly, fiercely, as they sobbed out their stress and their grief together. After that first emotional storm had passed, Andrew found that the dam had burst and he could hardly wait to have a long, intense talk with his uncle. There was so much for both of them to say, as he well knew, so much that they couldn’t really share with the rest of the family as openly as they could with each other – this above all, because of the special commonality and affection between them. Andrew sent a quick text message to Chad, telling him they were going out (but not where they were going), and they headed off to have a long dinner together. Tommy talked at length about his own emotional stresses from losing Rich, his husband of nearly half a century. It helped Andrew immensely to hear that they shared many of the same emotional triggers, even if the precise causes were different. But were they? Even now, Andrew couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that things were going to go wrong, that Markus might still die. It was time. He forced himself to drag his fears into the open, to speak them out, to give them life and dimension by putting them into words. Even now, although he couldn’t bring himself to put it quite so bluntly, the fear that he was going to lose Markus hovered behind all the emotional stress that he was describing to his uncle. But Tommy fully understood this fear, too. He put his hand over Andrew’s and gave it a friendly, familial squeeze. “Andrew, you’re worrying too much. You can easily waste half of your life worrying about what might happen, only to find that it doesn’t work out that way. Rich was often like that too. You can’t know yet exactly what will happen, but Markus is just like you – vigorous, energetic, active, and careful about his health. Whatever exactly comes when he wakes up, you can be sure that both of you are good for many more years yet. Just look at his family, and then look at your parents, and your uncle. Good genes.” And Tommy gave Andrew a jaunty wink in which Andrew could clearly see the witty, bubbly young PhD student who had so captivated his uncle. Finally, at ten o’clock, the restaurant owner had to ask them to leave as it was closing time. Tommy picked up the bill, over Andrew’s protests. “Uncle Tommy, please let me take care of it. You’re the one who had to travel all that way to get here!” “Quite all right, Andrew, I’d been hoping for an invitation for a while so, when this happened, I just invited myself. Rich would have beaten both of us to the bill if he’d been here.” Tommy chuckled, Andrew joined him, and then the older man’s face began to crumple. Andrew drew him into a strong hug, holding him close as he cried silently. The restaurant owner stood by patiently, divining that this was much more than just another couple having dinner. Finally, Tommy regained control, and they walked out into the night, noting the full moon shining down on the still-busy streets. As they went, Tommy apologized to the restaurant owner for holding him up so long – an entirely characteristic action. Andrew walked Tommy to his hotel, and then took the SkyTrain back to the condo that Chad and Alicia had rented. He was glad to be alone. It was a silent, thoughtful ride. They’d given him his own key and door pass so getting into the building and the suite was not a problem. He found Chad and Alicia sharing a glass of wine and could guess, from the sudden silence, that they were talking about him. “How did it go?” Chad asked. “Better than I feared,” Andrew replied. “We both needed to talk. It helped.” “Helped you or him?” “Both of us.” “How long is he staying?” “He didn’t say, but I’m sure he didn’t fly all this way just to turn around and head back to Alcantara tomorrow.” Chad and Alicia nodded. “I expect he’ll come by the hospital again tomorrow.” “We’ll see him then,” Alicia said, and for once she didn’t look nervous at the thought of again meeting the famous gay uncle. Chad could sense the change in her, and it pleased him immensely. Andrew slept well. In his dreams, he was a young man again, meeting Markus for the first time – but instead of the beachfront park in Vancouver, he met Markus on the beach at Bahía de la Paz in Alcantara, and when Markus drew close to Andrew, he had the face of the young Tommy which Andrew had so often seen in photographs. He awoke then, realizing that Tommy and Markus were actually like each other in ways he had never understood before this night. Did that mean he was also more like his Uncle Rich than he had guessed? Tommy had hinted at such a resemblance, but perhaps it went deeper than the single point Tommy had mentioned. Musing like this, he fell asleep easily again and slept the rest of the night in peace and tranquility. The next day, while eating lunch with his uncle in the hotel café, Andrew narrated his dream. Tommy smiled, wistfully, obviously sunk in his own memories of his lost love for a moment. Then he spoke. “Did Rich ever tell you how we met?” “He told me that he met you at an embassy reception in Ottawa, and then again a couple of years later after you had moved to Alcantara.” Tommy smiled. “Just that?” Andrew nodded, and Tommy went on. “Andrew, I spotted him lying out, enjoying the sun on the beach at Bahía de la Paz, and went over to speak to him. That’s when I recognized him as the tall, handsome lawyer who had captivated me at that embassy reception.” “Wow.” “I think Rich was talking to you in your dreams last night. I’m sure he’s keeping as close to you as he can right now. He always cared so much about you and was so proud of you, almost as if you were his own son.” Andrew decided to risk a personal question. A bit hesitantly, he asked, “Do you feel him close to you as well?” Tommy chuckled. “Andrew, you don’t have to hesitate to ask me anything. We don’t keep secrets from each other, remember? That’s how the four of us have always rolled. Yes, I do feel him close sometimes. Not as often as I could wish and not as close as I want, but still….” Andrew sat silently, watching and waiting, until Tommy went on. “Rich had some truly awful experiences when he was younger. So did I. We lived through them, and we learned from our mistakes, and when we met each other, we were ready to live and love fully. He wouldn’t want the pain of our loss, or of this horror show you’re going through now, to ruin our lives but he would want, and expect, that we would not just get through it but learn from it all.” Coming from anyone else, those words would have sounded just too trite, too pat, to be credible – but when it was Tommy saying it, with all the wisdom of his seventy-five years, it made more sense to Andrew. Perhaps that was not least because Tommy was one person whose only personal stake in pulling him through was the same kind of enduring love that had held him and Rich together for over 40 years and had drawn Andrew and Markus so close to both of them as well. Two days later, on Monday afternoon, with all four of them present, the doctor explained that he was now ready to start releasing Markus from his coma. It would take, he said, about 24 hours, give or take, so he would not likely wake up and become responsive until some time around noon or later on Tuesday. Chad, Alicia, and Tommy all told Andrew that they would be there with him when that happened. That night, all of them slept restlessly, disturbed by strange dreams, as if the same spirit of disquiet was invading all of their minds simultaneously. The next day, they assembled again in the room, and waited. With them were a nurse and the doctor. The doctor warned them all to keep back a bit from the bed in case anything happened and he or the nurse had to intervene suddenly. Tommy was the most patient of them all. Alicia was second-best, keeping her arm draped over Chad’s shoulders so he would know she was with him. Andrew, understandably, was the edgiest of all. He just couldn’t wait any longer to see and be seen, to speak and be heard, to kiss the man he loved, even though full-throttle hugging was impossible due to the profusion of wires and tubes. At last, Markus began to stir. His head turned a bit from side to side, his eyelids fluttered for a moment but didn’t open. Then his arms and legs began to move slightly. The doctor was watching closely. “Motor function in all four extremities,” he muttered to himself, making a note on his chart. Markus blinked, and his eyelids rolled back, revealing those startlingly blue eyes which had so enthralled Andrew when they first met. He was staring upwards at the ceiling, not focusing, plainly trying to decipher what he was seeing. His mouth opened, and there came first a couple of inarticulate sounds, and then – startlingly clear – a name. “Werner.” “Who?” Alicia whispered. Andrew put up a warning hand, indicating silence. The eyes of the man in the bed began to move, swinging slowly down from the ceiling until he took in the group of people watching him so avidly. He looked faintly puzzled. “Hello, Markus,” the doctor said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Uh… you look like… must be a doctor.” “That’s right. I’m Dr. Preston.” At that point, Andrew couldn’t hold himself any longer. He stepped up to the bed. “Markus, my love, it’s me. Andrew.” “Who?” Andrew’s face fell to the floor. “Werner? No, you’re not Werner. Who are you?” At that, Andrew’s composure cracked. He dropped Markus’ hand, turned, and walked swiftly out of the room, leaving Markus staring in a puzzled way at the spot where he had stood. Chad began to follow, but Tommy put out a hand to stop him, and said, “No. Let me go.” As Tommy left, Markus began talking again. “That wasn’t Werner. Where is he?” And then, on a steadily rising note of panic and anger, “What have you done with Werner? I want to see him! Where is he???” The doctor said, quickly and quietly, “You’d better go. You’re doing more harm than good being here. I may have to give him a sedative.” “We’ll be in the waiting area,” Chad replied as they left. Out in the hall, Chad and Alicia looked at each other, wide-eyed. It was clear to both of them that Andrew’s nightmare was just beginning.
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  13. Went in for a massage as my back was was quite tight. Started the massage like with no inclination of anything extra being offerer. About half way through he places his uncut cock on my hand, and then whispers in my ear, do you bottom? When i said yes, he replied he'd be back as he needs to get a condom. Back in the room, condom on, he starts sliding between my crack and adds more oil, he tries entering but im quite tight so he ends up loosing his hardon. He pulls back and starts fingering my tight hole during which i heard the distinction noise of the condom coming off. He then quickly slides into me raw and starts to fuck me deep. I knew he was in raw but decided to just ask if he has a condom on, he said yes and proceed to fuck me harder. He started to moan and then blew his load in me. He pulls out and and grabs the condom and acts like he was taking it off. Off to the shower and confirmed his load was leaking out my tight hole. Definitely going back for a repeat
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  14. I love plugs. I’m having upgrade the size fairly often or they just slip out. Love the way they fill me up especially while I’m playing with a sloppy cunt. Can’t sleep with one in. I get too excited 🐷
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  15. Such a great feeling to take cock after raw cock and load after load. Congratulations
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  16. I get that with really thick loads. I still have my tonsils and if the load is thick and large enough some gets stuck in my tonsils and my voice does get scratchy. Every time I clear my throat the rest of the day I get to taste him all over again.
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  17. I LOVE IT. I have sucked off 7 relatives (including both brothers and my biological father) and been fucked by 5 of them. I LOVE it. have also had my throat and fuckhole used by father/son, uncle/nephew and brother pairs, sucked off and got fucked by a dad in front of his son, and fucked a son in front of his dad. any cumdumpster with good cock available in their house al the time should be at least sucking it whenever they can. I even had a buddy who would get his little sister to suck us both off all the time. after awhile, we both dumped loads in her pussy too. (she wanted and loved it btw)
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  18. First public fuck was after a pride parade in Toronto. I was walking back to my apartment and cut through a park. There was a cute getting fucked by an older guy just off the path but in plain sight. I was scared and intrigued and horny all at the same time. I slowed down then stopped to watch them fuck. The bottom motioned me over and pulled out my cock from my shorts and started sucking me. The top picked up the pace and after a few more strokes came deep in the cute boy's ass. The top pulled out pulled up his shorts and walked away. In one fluid motion the bottom turned around and backed up onto my hard wet cock. He fucked himself on my cock until I eventually started fucking my cock deep in his wet cummy asshole. His ass felt amazing on my cock and the other guy's cum was perfect lube. In fact probably more cum than just the last guy. It didn't take long but I fucked a nice big load in his hole adding my cum to the others. After that experience I would cruse the park regularly. I sucked and swallowed lots of cum there. And I fucked many a willing ass.
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  19. Both of you are highly intelligent men, and reside on the other end of the T/b spectrum respective to me. That said, here's my perspective: Yes, I do believe that we are innately possessed of the desire to share sex with other similarly-oriented men. But that's not the crux of the issue. I think we are who we are, and the issue is whether we accept it, enlarge upon it, consider it, wonder over it, use our intellect to find out where exactly we "fit in" on the wide and spectacularly magnificent spectrum. Having gone through the same O.R. bullshit as our tall slim wonderboy out West, I can relate how destructive to our nature that mess is. It takes a lot of intellectual work to overcome that insidious crock of shit. Our electrified Eros may or may not have experienced this particular ball and chain, but he has clearly devoted much energy to the issue of his calling. As I have written before, I happen to hold a man who has accepted his calling to Service (herein referred to as cumdumpery) in the highest regard. It indicates a very substantial investment of his intellect to arrive at such a magnificent realization, and the courage to act upon that realization. Thus, the question actually becomes, do we have the inner fortitude to reject what we find to be untrue, despite having cultural (and religious) bullshit drummed into us? Many do not bother to examine these truths, buried deeply within our minds. It takes guts to tell the world (or what we've been taught what the world is) to go to hell, and take the attempts at cultural control with it. But, for the man that does have that refined ability, the world becomes a better, more satisfying, more sensible place. Accepting the furthest reaches of our nature, whether T or b, is key to living a mentally healthy, productive life. If we agree that sexuality (g/s) is indeed part of our inborn nature*, then how we practice our innate needs becomes the only issue. Either or both of you can judge me, but I have arrived, after no small amount of reflection many years ago, that my sexuality is gift of nature, and that - like any gift - it's only valid when it's shared - given away freely to every man that needs/wants it. The drive to Breed many, many men is, in fact, a natural instinct, and, for men like me, it's not only a joyful act to share our Sperm with as many men as possible, it's one of the keys to living a productive life. Obviously not the only one, but an important one among numerous others. Religio/cultural strictures forbid our straight brothers from the freedom we enjoy, and that's to the gene-pool's sorrow. Fortunately for us, those strictures are so outrageously anti-anything like gay-accepting, we're able to celebrate our sexuality to the fullest (if on the fringes of society), and our lives are the better for that freedom. So yes, I agree that we're born with the requirement to share sex amongst our own gender, and with as many as we need to. It's the intellectual effort, the introspection, the searching for answers to deeper questions that results in the very special men who answer the call to cumdumpery. When we accomplish that, we're yin to each other's yang - we fit together, in our multitudes, absolutely perfectly. Or, as some idiot on BZ often puts it, we're "connected" !!! And what's more beautiful that that ??? *I remember reading somewhere that the "gay" gene (or is it chromosome?) is passed from the mother to the child, while the father determines gender.
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  20. One of my first fuckbuds in Daytona. Soft he was like 4 inches, but grew to an AMAZING 8.5!
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  21. Since forever I was attracted to men, despite trying to pretend or force myself to pretend I was into women. I quickly realized i was gay and not long after always identify more with a btm role. Though I'm pretty assertive at work and in certain social situations, I took to being a submissive around men and sexually, felt natural and easy for me. I felt early on i was destined to be a btm, now I also feel like it was inevitable for me too become a dump. I don't know if I ever had a interest in topping if I did i was super young. I luv being a sub bttm, comfortable with it, and proud of it and don't let what others who don't like me or that fact bother me. The number of people that don't have a problem with it out weigh the number of people that do.
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  22. I'm in the same position. It's difficult navigating the gay sex scene nowadays. Just out of COVID, then monkeypox. I'm really hungry for sex and uninhibited fun, but it feels pretty irresponsible, considering all aspects of the situation. (Even more irresponsible then having wild BB piggy sex with 20+ guys in one night used to feel..). It's not just the risk of getting sick myself, but contributing to spread the virus, and to cause stress to the society as a whole and our gay community. Also, the stigma on gay sex still is around, and javing to stay at home three weeks cause your fave and arms are full of blisters doesn't help at all on the judging and prejudices. Thanks for lifting this up as a topic, even in this otherwise rather wild and uninhibited fora. 🐽
    2 points
  23. Seeing as my arm was twisted 😜
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  24. I’m old enough that public sex was how I learned about sex with men, long before the internet. Parks, bookstores, xxx theaters and the assorted mall, department store and university toilets were all great ways for a budding bi boy to figure out the ropes of mansex. Most public with a woman… In college, I fucked my girlfriend on the hood of someone’s car parked on the third level parking garage of the Federated Department Stores headquarters in downtown Cincinnati in broad daylight. Not tucked away in a corner, we just fucked right out in the open. It was probably 2 in the afternoon. I came in her, and we went about our way. She was one woman who really loved fucking where we could be seen or caught. Often, she wanted me to fuck her in public with a rubber so she didn’t have cum running out of her later. This time I did cum in her and it was leaking the rest of the day. Tons of public sex throughout my life but perhaps the hottest was an encounter in a parking lot on Miami Beach. It was a known late night cruising spot next to a ball diamond. A large city parking lot that was so well lit at night that it might as well have been daylight. I had never been before and since I was up late one night, I decided I’d just ride my bike past. As I neared the parking lot there was a small framed Latino guy walking towards it. As I passed on my bike, his pants were slung low and he reached up as if stretching and that caused his shirt to ride up to reveal his jet black pubes and flat belly. He was cute as fuck and half my age. I continued into the parking lot and just did a slow lap around it. There were guys paired up in several spots, not making any effort to be hidden, just jacking together, or sucking between the parked cars. As I completed my circuit on my bike there was the little Latino guy from before bent over between two cars getting fucked. I pulled over, got off my bike and stood next to the two of them, spreading the boy’s ass with one hand while I jacked and watched the dudes fat dick going into his perfect black furred cunt. Soon that guy nutted in him, and I took his spot. Slid into his cummed up hole and we then began to draw a crowd. Seriously, had 3-4 around us at a time watching me dick him while they jacked their cocks. Eventually I came in him and in a move that is not typical for me, I wanted to keep going and had him follow me to the edge of the lot and we got down among some low shrubs and he fucked on all fours filling me full of his boy load. Nobody was watching the finale, but I’d reckon that over the course of the time we had been fucking each other there had been around a dozen different men watching us fuck.
    2 points
  25. Recently I was down on my knees in a slutty t-girl outfit swallowing my fathers cock. while his meaty cock pulsed and unloaded his balls down my throat I wondered how many faggots out there suck off their fathers and how many want to but never get the chance. I feel like us cumdumpster type gay boys are so submissive, horny and dirty that most of us probably want to at least suck our fathers cocks. So how many of you pussyboys out there have ever wanted to suck your dads cock so much you jerk off thinking about it?https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2019_05/1902686223_daddysfaggot.jpg.5979e66d9709d68bdcb5ab8d6c53ef83.jpghttps://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2019_11/cocksuckerme.jpg.157fb72e6f99d0ce76773b8dee9b5c16.jpg
    1 point
  26. Sorry if this is in the wrong forum but I didn't know where else I could ask this. My question is how do I do proper douching so I'm totally clean. I use a bulb and douche with warm water 3 or 4 times until it is clean. When I used to go to the Toronto Spa Excess bathhouse (still closed due to Covid) I would douche in one of the two douche bathrooms in the basement as soon as I got there and in most cases it would be OK. I did have the odd accident but usually it was tops with large/long cocks who would go real deep or after a long fucking. Never had the problem with average cocks even when sometimes I didn't douche at all. Now I've met a nice top on line who I've met a few times who has an 8" cock, so he says. I didn't measure but it sure is long. Anyway now I douche at home around 3 hours before I meet him at his place. It starts off OK but after maybe 20 minutes it gets messy. He is always nice about it and still shoots his load but it's embarrassing. Also he would like to do ass to mouth but obviously we can't do that. I've read about changing diets or taking Imodium. What advice would you guys give me?
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  27. I had on several cruising occasions (Parking, sauna, cinema) That the gay ass that wanted to be fucked by me gave me a condom. I Always did put it on but made sure that my cock was fully slippery and I never pull the condom completely over my shaft. So when starting fucking a lot of times the ass opening/muscle of the ass that I was fucking pulled with every stroke the condom back/of my cock. Sometimes it got stuck behind my knob but after a bit of heavy fucking/moving my cock up and down the condom would slide of and I would be bare fucking... pretending that I did not notice or feel that the condom was gone. And after breeding the ass and sliding out I was of course very much surprised. On occasions the guy that I fucked slid his hand over my cock during fucking and made sure that he slid it towards my knob so it would come off. Clearly fake Intension towards me as if he only fucked safe.... but in reality loved to be fucked BB. And I have had several times that the ass that I fucked with a condom..... rammed his ass over my cock clearly with the Intension to rip the condom so he would be fucked bare at the end. When ever that happend I always.... behaved like a unknowing saint 🕳️ 😛 and let it happen........ So a lot of times the asses that I fucked with condom and bred at the end had a condom stuck up there ass and had to pull it out.
    1 point
  28. I’ve often read that you need lube for anal as the arse isn’t self lubricating. But suspected that (to a degree) it is anyway. I definitely get “wet” when really horny - making it easier for guys to slide in. my favourite though has to bey arse overflowing with spunk and a guy using all that cum as lube before adding to it 😋
    1 point
  29. I’m a cocksucker. I suck cock. I dont care how big or how small, how clean or dirty, what age, what race, how attractive, slim or fat, relative, friend or stranger. I will get down on my knees and suck ANY cock until I am rewarded with a big creamy load of cum.
    1 point
  30. I see Will getting his 1st hash mark doing Jay as Dom watches and beats off
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  31. I'm not that sure we can make the charge of institutional homophobia stick (as opposed to institutional racism) because frankly this is getting a lot more attention and resources now than at any time since it was first observed in 1970,, since it has mostly remained in Central Africa during that time. Still a lot of confusion around how it spreads: it has probably mutated in such a way as to make it more transmissible through sexual contact (hence its takeoff and then the ways in which it has spread over the past few months) but there are definitely women getting it who claim no sexual exposure so it's far from definitively understood.
    1 point
  32. I love my husband we have great life, yrs together. Sex doesn’t happen alot, he jo every night when i sleep. ( porn addicted) . I have these older daddies that want me, they said they live to tag me& fuck me like i need too be. Think 🤔 i should, it just be sex, ( wild nasty sex) my husband i never tell, but think i need this, to be treated like a sex thing
    1 point
  33. only have fucked a 3 guys in my life..just didnt feel right just like it didnt feel right fucking any of my 3 wives over the years. found out early in life what i am and what i am for. total bottom here always will be at least for the time thats left.
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  34. I'm in my 50's, but am in somewhat the same mindset with regards to monkeypox. I was starting to enjoy a lot of post COVID sex when this hit, in fact I finally took a long awaited post COVID sexcation a month and a half ago. I fucked and got my brains fucked out for 5 straight days, by my best estimate I was fucked by or fucked, briefly in most cases, more than 150 different guys. I did hookup the weekend after I returned home, but today will mark 5 weeks since the last time I hooked up. At this point I'm planning on resuming my activities when I get the vaccine.
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  35. Bear in mind that the vaccine takes 3-4 weeks to become fully effective. So even if you got it today, it would be late August at the earliest before you have significant protection. Keep that in mind as you search for your vaccine, and good luck. I'm curious where you're visiting Europe *FROM*, that you managed to plan a trip there and actually arrive without having heard anything in the news about monkeypox. I realize there are places in the world where coverage hasn't been as extreme as in Europe, Canada, and the United States, but I honestly thought any gay man who pays attention to the news would have heard about this by now.
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  36. This has definitely been one of the hottest stories I've read on hear, it just makes me so jealous that I don't have a neighbour like this. I need that slow guidance to become a poz cock addict
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  37. The men of Berlin exude a sexuality and animalistic frenzy seldom seen in the rest of the world. Lab is one of many places in that city I have shared my appreciation with those men!
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  38. I just read this whole story this morning. I'm a bi married guy and wish someone would just fuck me a give me there cum and not listening to me begging them not to cum in me. My cock is hard and leaking pre cum. I'm going to go popper up and jerk off and eat my cum.
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  39. Part 13 The poppers were getting to my head, making me feel extremely slutty and forget my limits and fears. He was now thrusting my mouth, holding my head so he could look into my eyes while fucking my throat. -“Good boy, take all of my cock! You’ll make a beautiful addition to the family!” Those word resonated like music to my ears and made me go even harder on his dick. In this specific moment, I wanted his poz cum, and all the fears I had felt earlier were gone. -“Yes, boy, get my dick wet, that’s the only lube you’ll get!” Keeping his cock in my mouth, he turned his attention to my ass sliding his hand down my shorts to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. -“Your hole’s already twitching, isn’t it? Get your ass up there!” he ordered, pointing at the bed. -“I’m gonna get you ready!” I got up and he pulled my shorts all the way down, revealing my white jockstrap. After I got on all four on the bed, he proceeded to eat my ass thoroughly. I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper into my hole which was already wet from excitement and sweat. -“That’s a good little hole, my dick is going to feel very good inside, don’t you think, boy?” -“Yes, Sir! -“Turn around boy, I wanna see your face!” He flipped me more than I turned around onto my back. I was definitely not in control of the situation. He was, and I was loving it. That’s what I had pictured for a conversion if it had to happen. Someone taking full charge of me, leaving me no choice. My mind was too foggy from the excitement and the poppers he was constantly feeding me for me to think about backing out. He was holding my legs up on his shoulders, while rubbing the tip of his dick against my hole. -“Oh boy, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! All those years of teasing will finally pay off!” His rubbing was getting more intense. -“Look at me in the eyes! I dropped my meds for you, son! I want to be the one giving you the bug!” I was just out of my mind. -“Please, Sir! Give it to me!” -“You want my poz dick inside you, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I’m gonna be the one converting you!” He gave me another sniff of poppers. I felt his dick slowly sliding into me as he was looking at me in the eyes with a worrying grin on his face and holding my neck with his right hand. -“There we go, boy. There’s no going back now!” I was overjoyed. I finally had his toxic cock deep inside my ass. Unlike previous times, I had consciously made the decision to take it and in this particular instant, I could not have been happier or more excited. No fear, no regret. -“Is that what you wanted, boy? My poz cock planted deep in you?” -“Yes, that’s I want! Please fuck me, Sir!” was all I could answer before he stuck the poppers under my nose again. I was feeling him thrusting in and out. He was making sure to go as deep as possible to make me moan. -“Boy, your hole feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long! I’m gonna cum soon!” I realized he was about to shoot an unmedicated poz load in my bare hole which snapped me back into reality. I was getting cold feet. But before I could do anything about, it, he grabbed my head and said -“Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes when I give you your first toxic load!” The pace of his thrusts picked up -“Take my poz cum, boy!” he screamed while looking me in the eyes. His thrusting stopped, his dick deep in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing, ensuring every last drop of his charged up load would land inside me. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. I could smell his male scent all over me. I had just taken my first poz load, knowingly. The fear, the conflict rushed back immediately. I was just thinking that I had forgotten to take my PrEp that evening, and that I couldn’t wait for him to leave to go take it. He got up, wiped his sweat off with his tank top, pulled his pants up and headed to the door, not before giving me a kiss -“Thanks, boy! It was great! I’ll see you on Saturday, pick you up here at 8pm!” I got up as soon as I heard the door shut and headed to the bathroom, going straight to my toiletry bag. My bottle of PrEp wasn’t there.
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  40. Do what feels good and don't do what doesn't
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  42. Yes a few times I was amazed at how young I looked.. I'm 50 now and I still look maybe 40 but when I was 11 or 12 I looked like 7 or 8... Everyone had a big cock next to my mouth and ass lol
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  43. Very great advice, thanks for sharing! I will give that a go. (Also thank you for your replies on my other posts. I can only post three times a day now, so I sadly can’t reply to all of them at the present moment :(()
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  44. My Dad set me up spending 2 weeks with my Uncle and Cousin place - small house - 2 bed room - my Dad did not tell me they were Gay - love young males - training me !
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  45. I was in high school and a gay friend there asked me one day if I wanted a blow job. I was straight and said no. On another day he asked again and I said yes. So we snuck away and he blew me and asked if I wanted to blow him. I was straight and I wasn’t sure. So I blew him and he shot his load into my mouth. We would hang out and blow each other. After that I would go on to have girlfriends and later get married. Life was good in my straight marriage. But one day a gay friend who I worked with started to flirt with me. And this started the down fall to my marriage. For the next two years I started a homosexual affair with my friend. We would sneak away with him behind my wife’s back. I loved the feeling. Being homosexual was a big turn on to me. Back in high school I did not want to be known to be gay, I was straight. My marriage crashed and burned six years ago after attending a holiday party in November. My friend had just seroconverted and I didn’t know and he did not know either. We were both not on PrEP. And I soon seroconverted too. I loved that first cock that I sucked.
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  46. This is the best guide by far cleaning out for bottoms 101.pdf
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