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The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

Part 2 - My Cummy Sweater My erection popped through my shorts as I ran to Dolores. While stopped at a stoplight a few blocks away, I let some random drunk young twink with black hair tug at it. “Can I suck it?” He slurred as the walking man lit up. “I’m heading to Dolores. Wanna come?” “I’ll cum if you fuck me.” He said sloppily with a naughty smile. “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you there.” I jetted off running, unsure if he would join but not really caring. That young horny slut followed, almost keeping pace as I plowed up the hill. I plopped on the bench where Nico had fucked me, feeling the weight of the air as I caught my breath. I looked out at the city skyline, jerked my cock a bit, and waited a minute or so for the twink to join me. “You better give me that dick,” the twink announced himself as he panted over to the bench. He dramatically crashed on this knees in front of the bench and splayed his arms out over the seat. “Why did you make me do that?!” I laughed and rubbed the back of his head affectionately as he rested it on his arm. “A little bit of privacy. Unless you want me to fuck you on a busy street corner.” “It’s the Castro. No one gives a shit.” “Not wrong.” The twink abruptly stood up and started to shed his clothing. I had to get up to steady him and prevent him from clumsily tumbling down the hill as he wrangled with his jeans. He was a bit shorter than me at 5’7” or so, super skinny with a fat ass and an uncut 6” cock. He had no body hair from what I could tell. “How old are you?” I inquired. “19.” I didn’t want to be a jerk, but I knew I needed to verify. “ID?” “Really?” He turned around and bent over with his butt cheeks rubbing my erect cock. He was just reaching down to get his ID from his jeans, but this contact made me pray he wasn’t lying about his age. He handed me his ID. “I think you’ll find everything is in order officer.” I did the mental math and realized it was made easy by the date. “Good! Happy 19th Birthday Dae-Hyun!” He laughed. I knew I must have butchered his name. “Thanks. Just call me Dae.” “I’m Julius.” I leaned down to kiss him. Dae’s lips were soft and wet and opened wide to allow my tongue inside. He grabbed the back of my neck, lifted himself to the tips of his toes and kissed me. We laid down in the wet grass. I laid on my back while he straddled me, kissing me passionately and rubbing his asshole against my cock. I spit in my hand and reached around to press my cock against his ass. I wanted to slip it in. “No no no.” Dae teased. “Not yet, you dirty old man.” “Who you calling old?” I feigned outrage and flipped us over, laying him on the cold wet grass. He flinched uncomfortably from the chill. “Here, put this on.” I pulled off my sweater to reveal my muscular figure and put it on Dae. He seemed almost enamored by the gesture. “That’s not all you’re gonna give me, right?” “Just you wait.” I pulled his legs up and pressed them against his chest to expose his hole. It puckered as it met the cold air and pulsated as I glided my tongue around it and landed inside. His hole tasted delicious. I placed my mouth in an O around it and sucked it while pushing my tongue deeper. Dae moaned aloud and his cock twitched. After a few minutes of tasting him, I pushed my middle finger into his hole with my tongue. When his hole relaxed, I slid another finger in and moved up to kiss him. He wrapped his legs and arms around me. I slid a third finger inside him and felt his gooey insides. It got me so hard, leaking a lot of charged pre-cum. Fuck. I had forgot that I was positive. I couldn’t put Dae at risk, especially not on his birthday. “Dae, do you have a condom?” “I don’t. But I don’t care. No one uses condoms anymore. I need you inside me.” He pleaded. Out of nowhere, a husky voice: “Rawdog him bro.” I looked up to see Nico. His gym shorts were around his thighs, and his sweater unzipped. He was jerking that massive cock. The moon highlighted his scorpion tattoo. “Fuuuck,” Dae was drooling at the sight of that giant cock. “Impregnate that slut.” Dae looked at me longingly. “Julius, do it. Impregnate me.” I knew I should have told Dae why I was hesitant. Instead, I aimed my leaking cock at his open hole. I kissed Dae as I penetrated his sphincter. His hole was tight around my cock, but it sucked me in deeper and deeper until I pushed through his second hole. If Dae was in pain, he wasn’t showing it. He moaned as we made out and jolted as my balls met his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and pleaded, “Fuck me Julius. Fill me.” I pounded that hole relentlessly. Dae loved it; he was moaning loudly, begging to be fucked harder and filled with my cum. Nico was sitting on the bench stroking his cock and erotically cheering us on. I could feel my cock swelling and my poz semen building up in my balls getting ready to launch. I knew I should pull out and, for a second, I thought I would. That is until Dae seemingly read my mind and exclaimed, “Julius, impregnate me! My pussy is yours!” I slammed my dick deep in his ass and exploded. My poz cum flooded his bowels. Dae squirted a lot of cum all over my sweater. We both looked down at it and laughed. I collapsed on him, forehead-to-forehead, and kissed him gently as I pulled out. “Happy Birthday Dae!” “I hope you enjoyed your gift.” Nico let out a boisterous laugh as he stood up and got behind me. “Move. It’s my turn.” I looked at Dae. He was staring at that massive cock. I could see he wanted more gifts, so I moved and sat up next to his head. Nico hoisted Dae’s legs and, in one rough shove, pushed his 10 inches all the way in. Dae’s eyes bulged open. Nico pounded Dae hard. I could feel Dae slipping back along the wet grass, so I held him in place. I kissed him to smother his shrieks until his body adjusted to the log in his butt. Nico’s body was hardening. The stinger of his scorpion tattoo aimed directly at Dae’s fertile hole. He was about to fill Dae with the same toxic cum that had infected me. I stopped kissing Dae and ran my fingers through his hair. “Get ready Dae. He’s gonna impregnate you with his boys.” Nico cackled as he heard me repeat his trademark words. “You’re gonna love your birthday gift, you cum-hungry whore.” He gripped Dae’s hips back and thrusted forward, emptying his toxic balls in this twink on his 19th birthday. Dae busted on my sweater once again. Nico slowly pulled out, and his massive deflating cock flopped out of Dae’s hole. A stream of toxic semen followed. He collected it with his fingers and roughly pushed it back in. Dae squealed meekly at the post-fuck fingering. Nico looked at Dae and smiled, “Gotta make sure you get all my boys in you. His boys too.” He stood up and walked to me. “Clean it off son.” I licked our positive cum and Dae’s ass juices off Nico’s dick and swirled my tongue underneath his foreskin. It tasted delicious. Nico pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my shoulder to yank me to my feet. He turned to Dae, still lying on the ground wearing only my cummy sweater. Without a word of warning, he unleashed a stream of piss directed at Dae’s face. “Drink it bitch.” Dae followed the command. He got on his knees and opened his mouth. “Use the toilet son.” Nico winked at me. Dae looked at me with begging eyes. I didn’t know if this meant he wanted my piss or he wanted me to say no. I had to piss. I aimed, closed my eyes and pictured a toilet. Dae struggled to keep up with both streams, and cascades of piss waterfalled onto my sweater and his cock. After Nico finished, he said nothing, simply pulled up his shorts, zipped up his jacket and wandered away. I tucked my cock back into my running shorts. “Had fun?” Dae looked up at me. His entire body was wet with piss, his hair and my sweater dripping. “I’m completely sober now.” He threw his arms out to his sides and smiled. “And I’ve never felt so high.” “The sex high is the best high.” We laughed. “Do you mind if I come over? I should really shower before I go home, or even get into an Uber.” “Wait. You don’t live with your parents, do you?” I teased. “How else can an 19-year-old afford to live in this city?” “Of course, you can come over. Just gotta be quiet. My roommate is probably asleep.” We must have looked ridiculous on our walk of shame back to my apartment. I only wore my jogging shorts while I held Dae’s clothes. He only wore my wet sweater which wasn’t nearly long enough to hide that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick and ass were out. As guys wandered by on their way home from the clubs, they stared. One older drunk even whipped his average dick out in an offer to fuck Dae against a tree on the sidewalk. Dae happily accepted, and the drunk slid his cock inside Dae’s used hole for a couple minutes. But after getting a prolonged whiff of Dae’s piss-covered body and grabbing a handful of Dae’s piss-soaked hair, the drunk pulled out and stumbled away. Dae looked at me and laughed. I gave him my hand. “You whore! Let’s just get you home.”

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

For the past 24 hours I've taken 8 loads from all types...... It started at 3am when I was ready to sleep and a 23 Yr old hit me up on an app..... At that time of early morning I thought fake but I still gave my address for him to come round for a darkroom fuck.... 30 mins later he arrives, strips and asks me to suck him..... He had the fattest dick I've ever had in my mouth and he got hard quickly all 8 inches wrist thick...... I turned around and presented my hole to him in dark and told him to fuck me deep and hard..... I felt my insides stretch with each thrust..... He spunked up me after 3 minutes, zipped up and left..... I locked door and came to bed falling asleep soon after and his load stayed in me all night...... Most was absorbed by morning when I woke...... I woke late morning grabbed a coffee and showered..... I didn't douche..... I reopened apps and pc and advertised I was looking for bareback only...... Ive taken another 7 loads throughout the day all from random totally anon tops.... I warned each I was preloaded but they didn't mind....... I don't know what any looks like.... Just age from their profiles...... Youngest to load me was 23 Yr old and oldest 56........im trying again tomorrow to get fresh loads up me as I'm smelling lovely after it.

I know if it were me, saying "thanks not interested" would be the most appropriate. I had moved to a new city and saw that on a particular site a member had already blocked me. Now this is someone who I had sex with over 50 times so I could understand he had enough of me, but still I wasn't even officially in my apartment a day and he went to that extreme. But to your point, I think if you say "thank you, but I am not interested" they should get the hint. Now if they continue to ask why?, how come? etc. then block their ass.

Alligators are perfectly harmless as long as you sit on top of them and hold their mouths shut. And don’t annoy them while they’re playing frisbee.

I went on sniffles yesterday to see what was out there. There were two tops one Latin guy 29 and one white guy 56 they wanted to come over and fuck me completely anonymous. So I showed cleaned out and got ready Laid on stomach ass in the air To be honest I never expected them to show. in 10 minutes I heard garage door open and they came upstairs. I never saw their faces.. the Latin guy went right in nice 6”dick fucked me for about 5 min then came in my ass she pulled out and white guy went in He was a little longer but finally shot his load in my ass then the quickly left Said they would return some time as long as I would only be their cum dump

I promise I had planned on taking a longer hiatus to work on some things, but a combination of a couple days of not much to do and feeling terribly horny brought my publishing schedule forward a bit. Hopefully you enjoy this next installment when Logan gets to have his first son. More to follow eventually as we explore some kinks, some hot and horny boys, and maybe go on an unexpected journey or two. Chapter Two - Denver The first tour had done wonders for me in the personal and professional realms. Not only was I able to blossom onstage and show wha I could do, I got to explore my sexual side with Johnny. After we wrapped up and I moved back to New York I couldn’t believe how fast the turnaround was — I was in my new Hell’s Kitchen apartment for two weeks before I won another national tour. This time, instead of simply being an ensemble member, I would be a featured comedic actor with a couple of duets and a solo song! My first call after I got out of Pearl was to Johnny. He picked up on the second ring and I rushed in before he could even say hello. “I got another booking!” “Great kid, when do you start?” I stopped on the sidewalk and started digging around in my backpack for the tour itinerary. “Looks like we do two weeks here in the city and then move to Denver to open the tour. How far out are you from Denver?” His response sounded a bit excited, “only a couple of hours. I would love to stop by and use your sweet hole a couple of times when your roommate is out.” “You won’t have to wait long,” I responded, “and we can take all night — I don’t have to share this time!” Johnny chuckled at that. “Anyway, I will be in touch here in a few weeks to iron out the details. Gotta call my friends and make plans to go out tonight!” Johnny laughed openly at my exuberance, “go have fun, my son and keep me posted. We’ll talk soon.” * * * * * * The two weeks working on the show flew by and next thing I know I am headed for Denver. The flight crew were excited to have a Broadway tour cast onboard and we indulged them with a couple of numbers from the show. The feeling of celebration in the air was palpable and we all had a great time. By the time I was in my hotel room, though, I was ready to crash. Johnny was on his way in and I had left a key card for him at the desk. I started to change out of my travel outfit into something that would be more fitting for a night out of town, but halfway through undressing I gave up. I plopped down on my bed with my pants around my ankles and ass framed by a yellow jockstrap. Sleep washed over me before I was even aware I was shutting down. I must have been out of it because it was only the rhythmic grinding and low grunting that finally woke me. I groaned in pleasure and exquisite pain as I arched my back to meet the cock that turned me poz. Johnny continued to rhythmically thrust into my ass before unloading deep in my guts. As busy as I had been, I hadn’t been able to get any real action the last few weeks. After I sucked off the train attendant on the way home, he was called to wait on demanding guests so our dalliance never had a chance to get started. I had bought a few silicone “friends” to help me stay loose and work on my need for depth, but nothing could replace a real cock on a man. Johnny left his cock in to shrink before pulling out, dragging his heavy PA out of my hole. “Thought we had dinner plans, but I decided I liked this better.” I could hear his grin even though my head was still planted in my pillows. “Thank you for that, I missed getting fucked for the last month. Going from 2-3 screws a day for a year to none is a real shock to the system.” I laughed a bit giddily as I stretched and sat up next to him. We had never really been affectionate, but here we just hugged each other and enjoyed our presence. “I hope you can stay in town for a couple of days. I need someone to show me around the city.” Johnny stepped around me and walked to the window, unashamed of his slightly frail-looking body. “I have a couple of days, but not too long. I wanted to show you one or two things, but I don’t know how much we’ll have to leave the room for that.” He turned back to me, “you need to know how to work on these tours, and I think this will be the perfect training ground.” That made me cock my head to one side, intrigued. “Tell me more!” Johnny walked back over to me and sat down on the bed. “Well, I am here for two reasons, actually. Or I had been planning to come to Denver this week anyway. You being here is just an added bonus.” My face must have given away a bit of my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” Johnny said quickly, “I am so happy that you’re here, but I had another purpose.” I could tell that he was working up to tell me something. “I know I pozed you without asking, which we call stealthing. There is another kind of guy called a chaser who wants to be pozed, but hasn’t been given the gift yet.” I thought I could see where this was going. “I was in touch with a young guy who wanted my gift, and we had made plans to meet up in Denver for a week of rough fucking and hopefully it would stick.” I smiled at him encouragingly, “that sounds super hot!” “It is,” he assured me. “The guy just turned eighteen a month or so ago and this would be his first dalliance with an older guy. I’m not convinced, though, that he would like a guy like me. I’m pretty sure he only wants the bug, and lacking an attraction can be unsatisfying when you are trying to psych yourself up to take it hard.” Johnny started grinning, “when you told me about starting in Denver and it happened to be this week, I couldn’t help but think that YOU could be his gifter.” Even though I was expecting it, hearing it laid out so starkly for me made me gasp. “You would trust me with a job like that?” “Of course!” Johnny responded enthusiastically. “You need to learn what it is like to be a good top to a neg bottom. I know you’ve fucked me a time or two, but it isn’t the same breaking in a hole and dealing with the mind games. I want you to take this boy and make him a man, just as I did for you.” He continued, “pozing is something of an art form when done right. Any idiot can get knocked up with the virus and just spread it around. If you want to create your family you have to learn to be choosy. You need to learn how to control your animal urges and mix the right amount of aggression, compassion, and even love when needed to get the desired results. It isn’t about controlling your partner as much as it is about controlling the experience of sex and gifting.” As he continued talking, I soaked up every word. He spoke of the responsibilities of the gifter to make sure the boy was taken care of, to ensure they knew the awesome gift they had been given and how they could use it. After hours of talking HIV theory I was a feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Don’t worry too much — I know I threw a lot of information at you tonight, but I believe in you and will be here to show you the way. Besides, you don’t need to worry about anything until you finish the show tomorrow!” With his reassurances ringing in my ear we laid back on the bed and I opened my hole to him. With only a couple of days to learn how to top, I wanted to get in at least one more bottoming experience with Johnny before he went back home. * * * * * * After the show the next night, still feeling the performance high from the opening night crowd, I did my requisite turn around the cast party. We made a few toasts to each other and shared a slice of cake before I felt I could make my excuses and walk the six blocks back to the hotel. Something about the physical exertion of performing made me feel invincible. . . and very horny. When I finally burst into my hotel room, the sight of a young man’s ass beckoning me to the bed greeted my eyes. He was completely naked, legs splayed to give me the greatest view of his slowly pulsing hole. His perfectly round, deeply tanned cheeks were perfectly unblemished. No hair apart from his beautiful black locks hiding his face was visible. I licked my lips. “He’s all yours. I explained to him our history and he is terribly excited to get to be fucked by a true theatre star.” Johnny sat on the desk chair, fully clothed facing me and the boy. “Show him what you can do.” As if his words removed all barriers, I dropped to my knees and began to attack his hole with my tongue. His moans of appreciation started immediately as I lapped around his perfectly formed sphincter. He can’t have had much penetration, he was incredibly tight and with the smoothest skin I had ever felt. His slightly musky and salty taste was exactly what I had been craving as I probed his hole open with my tongue. We continued this way with my tongue slowly getting deeper as my hands pulled his cheeks farther apart. Once I could feel my tongue past his ring of muscle, I withdrew my mouth and started in with one finger. He hissed as my relatively dry finger plunged into the inviting warmth of his hole. I knew that we had a couple of days and I didn’t want to completely destroy his ass with just one fuck, so I didn’t do much scraping of his anal walls. Time enough for that later, and a dry fuck would cause enough friction to get this beautiful twink used to the pain of the stretch. I kept working my fingers in, one at a time until I could feel his hole yield. My cock had been dripping precum since I started walking home and it was time to unleash my beast. Keeping half my hand inside this boy, I used the other to drop my pants and underwear. My cock immediately sprang out and pointed at this boy’s quivering entrance like a compass points north. Beads of precum were dripping out of my slit and around my PA jewelry. I could feel myself aching to be inside this boy. Without warning him, I sharply withdrew my hand. As he gasped at the pain and sudden vacating of his entrance, I plunged my cock back into him, knocking the wind from him and driving his ass into the bed. I said I didn’t scratch his insides, I never mentioned that I took it easy on him. There were some shuddering exclamations and tight contractions as his hole was penetrated, but after a few minutes we found our rhythm. I used the spring of the bed to bounce him down on my cock and thrust up to meet him at the same time. My piercing kept getting tossed around inside him as his muscles were in hyperdrive. He was gurgling and panting as I used the power of my dick to short circuit his nervous system from the inside out. I kept bringing myself close to the edge and backing off, trying to give this boy a fuck he would remember for the rest of his life. After what had to have been forty minutes of pounding this boy mercilessly, I could feel myself tip over the edge where I couldn’t control myself anymore. My heart rate began to race, my hips jerking into this boy completely out of control — I reached to his neck and yanked him into a sitting position, forcing his back down on my cock and bringing his right ear to my mouth. “Take my gift, you gorgeous faggot.” I deftly licked behind his ear as I let myself remodel his guts with a bath of my toxic cum. * * * * * * The entire weekend was more of the same. I found out that the twink (Owen) was graduating high school that year with the lofty life ambitions to become a lawyer and we spent some quality time together outside the bedroom. After that first fuck when I had tucked Owen into bed, Johnny gave me a hug and simply said, “my work here is done. Keep me updated with the boys who get joined to us. I’ll add them to my family tree,” and he walked out of the hotel room. Our last day before Owen was to return home we walked around and talked for a long time. He had a bit of difficulty walking, as my cock had thoroughly bruised his hole, but we mentioned how much fun we had together and I hoped we would be in touch. He promised to share his test results when he went for his next STI checkup in about six weeks. Our last night together he used his own fingernails to fuck up his hole which glistened red as I let him slowly sit on my rigid dick. I was sure he would be my first son and the first guy I would get to share my seed. After I had made my deposit, I requested that he not have sex with anyone else until after his results and that he should fuck me just the once. He jackrabbited into my hole so fucking fast, cumming in less than three minutes. “Mmm,” I moaned, “I hope that I’m the lucky man who gets to let your last neg load travel around with me.” I popped in a plug of mine and pulled him close to me. We napped for half an hour before he had to hit the road. He kissed me tenderly as he got up and I pulled myself awake long enough to see him to the door and give him the stained and sweaty jock I had been wearing during my rehearsals and first few shows of this tour as a souvenir. This kid was special, and I allowed myself to have a moment of bliss before I slipped back under the covers to recover before the show the next day. Thanks for reading! Please feel free to drop me a line or leave a comment here. . . I read every single one!

I don't mean to sound selfish or "it's all about me" but my Ryan White case manager called me today and informed me he had set up an appointment for me at his office as well as the secondary appointment for my Monkeypox vaccine. Imagine that, doing your job! No seriously, I am incredibly grateful. I thought I had been forgotten, since I was not part of the south Florida area I assumed I was left out in the cold. Granted, there were no options, I will report on a particular date and time, and I will have the second shot on a particular date and time. No changes, no exceptions. But hey, no standing in line for hours, no standing outside in the hot Florida sun while everyone whispers about my dubious reputation and how there is no doubt I should be included. Victory for the obviously promiscuous! For once, my lack of common sense is being overlooked for the greater good of the community I live in!!! Imagine that, in a Republican state governed by a man who would prefer I was dead. Okay enough, but yeah I am happy!! So to all you Floridians who are Ryan White case managed, and don't live in the luxury of Wilton Manors, help is on the way! Just please use some self control and don't have sex with twenty men before your appointment date! Help is on the way!!!!

One of the few ways I use condoms is to do a cum harvest at the bookstore. I spit in the latex and freeze however many loads I have gotten in my mouth that day. When a real pig is next in the sling, I slip the frozen hunk of cum up his ass and describe the men who gave me the loads I'm now using for lube in his butt.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

Classes started this week at UTD which means horny college guys looking to fuck and get fucked. I was on campus and wanted to see how things were going in the more notoriously cruisy bathrooms. You can get anything from a quick handjob to full on fucking there depending on who's looking, so I was checking out the guys and seeing what pops up on the apps. And took a quick load off a guy this morning I'm always down to get fucked or to fuck a guy. I went to one of the more notorious ones as sometimes guys will stand at the urinals and jerk to see if anyone's interested. Typically, it can be busy, so you take it to one of the stalls, but if its slow you can jack off at the stall. I could see a guy was in one of the stalls, so I decided to go into the stall next to him and check the apps. As I was sitting there it sounded pretty obvious the guy next to me might be jacking off as his leg had a certain rhythm going. So, I figured I'd take my chances and tap my foot, hoping he'd take the hint. He tapped his fingers understall and I asked if he was looking and heard him say "yeah". By now my shorts were down around my ankles and I saw him angle to slide his cock under the divider, a nice long cut white one. I started jerking him as I dropped down to my knees to suck him knowing I should probably suggest moving to the bigger handicap stall but didn't want to spook him. He was clearly enjoying it and started throwing off tasty precum. I was sucking him for a bit and the precum really started flowing and I decided to go for broke and back my ass up on his cock and take it. Worse case it'd be a dealbreaker, but best case he busts a load in my ass. Since I'd been fucked earlier, I knew I'd have no problem taking him dry and I slid my ass down on his cock, hearing a delighted "oh fuck yeah" out of him. He was bucking his hips thrusting his cock in me as much as he could, and I was wishing I could get him balls deep as he had to be pretty hung. He was clearly building to an orgasm, and I heard him whisper "you want the load?" I said yeah and in a couple moments I could hear him groan and felt him go off inside me. I whispered for him not to pull out as his thrusts slowed and I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me. I'd been jacking and figured I'd go for broke and slide my cock under the divider for him. As I did, I could see a puddle of the cum that had leaked out my ass. He started stroking my cock and then to my surprise I could feel his ass working down on my cock too. I was stunned this guy was as big a slut as I am, taking an anon load raw understall in bathroom. I know guys like him as I'm just like him and I'm certainly not the first guy he's taken this way. He's probably taken more than a few loads like this and going to be getting a lot more as the semester goes on. I wonder what he looks like and when he got fucked last and I'm working myself up to an orgasm except I'm not going to ask him, I'm just going to cum in his ass. Raw is my law and any hole is the goal. If he doesn't want my load he shouldn't be taking me raw, and within moments I'm blasting a huge load in his ass whether he wanted it or not. He hasn't eased off my cock but isn't saying anything either. There's no way he could have missed my orgasm as I was shaking and shuddering as I came. It was clear he wanted it as his ass was still firmly backed up on my cock, which slowly went limp and slid out of him. I could see him stand up and pull his shorts back up and hear him flush the toilet. I stood up and did the same, keeping an eye on the door to see if I could see him as he left the stall. He was wasting no time in getting going and as he passed by, I could see he was a little taller than me, a pale white kid with a mop of black hair. I stepped out of the stall and went to the sink next to him to wash my hands. I smirked at him, and he smiled back, weakly offering a "thanks". He was really good looking, and I can't imagine he has a tough time finding guys to play with, but who knows what his story is or why he did what he did. He was probably thinking the same thing of me. I decided to go for broke and asked if he wanted to do it again sometime and he said yeah and we swapped Snap IDs. He headed out, but I lingered as I'd got a message from a Latino guy on campus who wanted to hook up. I quick ducked into the handicap stall to wash off my cock and clean my ass out as best I could in case he wanted to fuck. We chatted as I washed up and it turned out he wanted me to come by his dorm so he could rawdog me real quick. He had a long slender dark uncut cock and loved that I wanted it raw and assured me he wouldn't disappoint. No face pic but I didn't care. I knew where his dorm was and headed over and up to his room. I gently knocked on the door and opened it and quickly ushered me in, locking the door behind him. He was super hot and he told me to pull my shorts down and bend over the bed. He said he didn't have a lot of time and I could hear his shorts hit the floor as he started jerking his cock. I couldn't help turning around to watch him stroke that monster and he grabbed some lube out of his backpack and lubed up my ass and his cock, followed by him forcing it in me roughly. I nearly screamed as he was pretty forceful and going faster than I'd wanted. I hadn't asked him his status, but it's not like I cared or cared earlier when I let the guy at the gym, or the bathroom breed me raw. I wanted their loads regardless. He was giving me a really strong intense pounding and I wished I could get verbal and he could take his time. I'd started moaning and he covered my mouth and shushed me, never slowing down his intense deep strokes. I was just starting to enjoy how rough it was and him covering my mouth when he came, giving me a deep intense thrust as he shot a massive load in me. More deep thrusts followed as I could feel his cum flooding my guts. I loved that I'd be carrying his seed deep in me for a while, and he wasn't kidding, I was satisfied. It was the kind of deep breeding I love, want, and need. I was a shame it had to be a dump and run and soon enough he pulled out of me and said I needed to get dressed and go. He pulled his shorts back up and I quickly dressed. He ushered me back to the door and I quickly told him any time he wanted to fuck me to message me. He let out a terse "yeah" unlocked the door and I quickly left as he closed it behind me. I walked down the hall past several really hot guys passing by and smirked to myself as none of them knew I had the kid's load still inside me, and that I would gladly take any of their loads as well. They all have so many opportunities to fuck and get fucked and my guess is a lot of them will be taking advantage of it, and so will I.

Here's the last part of the first chapter -- I know it is long, but I wanted to lay the ground work of who Logan is and why he decides to do what he will in later chapters. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, encouragement, etc. on this post or drop me a message. I love hearing from you all! Enjoy! * * * * * * After scurrying around getting things ready (and more than one peculiar look from my roommate when I ran upstairs to grab a fresh water bottle and brush my teeth) the excitement of last night combined with the excitement that today I would be flying! Rehearsal for a musical is a lot of mundane and repetitive work, so new experiences are treasured. Since Johnny was the flight director, it meant we would be seeing a lot of each other the next few days — something I can’t say I was disappointed in. The chatter in the cast van over to the theatre was fun and we all seemed to be in god spirits. My face was stretched into a stupid grin, thinking about how so much had changed and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I let the insane chatter continue around me as I thought about how the rest of my day would continue. . . My first flight sequence was pretty straightforward. I had some time to get backstage, strip out of my costume, get into the first harness, dress, and have plenty of time to be hoisted into the air before I soared across the stage. Johnny was there waiting to help me into the harness. I noticed his kilt bulging out more than a bit in the front as I walked up, and I added a little extra swish to my hips as I turned my back to him. “Logan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as I shucked off my shirt and lowered my pants. “I hope you know how much time we have before your last flight.” I began thinking about the end of the show. It was true, I had a good twenty minutes between when I went offstage the first time and returned to perform some aerial maneuvers. I turned around and started to step into the harness he was holding outstretched. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked. He looked at my wicked grin and grabbed my ass while he was strapping me in. “Sweet cheeks, our lives just got a lot more fun.” I hurried to get my costume back on while he tested the various wires and ropes to make sure I would be secure. When he hoisted me up, I fixed an appropriate expression on my face and began my elegant soar over the set and to the other side before dashing back onstage to continue the show. The second lift was pressed for time, so there was just some desperate groping and teasing on both our parts while we managed to get everything set and I finished the second flight flawlessly. It was the last flight of the day when I knew I had time to take things to the next level. This time when I ran back to the flight corner, Johnny was waiting with his kilt hiked up around his impressive shaft, already gleaming with precum. His sparkling Prince Albert glittered under the dim radiance of the stage lights spilling backstage and he made me shiver. When I stripped this time, I intentionally stuck out my still-plugged ass for him to get a good look. With a quiet pop he released the plug from my hole and began to immediately wet me with his tongue. Being eaten out by a man with experience changes you, or at least it did me. I can’t believe how I was made to feel. Desperately horny to take his cock again and each lick diving into me and making me submit even harder. My breathing was shaky and gasping from his skill by the time he straightened and pushed my shoulders down. “Okay kid, here I go. Just remember to be quiet.” With one sharp jab he impaled me on his cock. Thank god the chorus onstage began singing at full voice in the same moment, because a half-groan-half-cry escaped my lips as I felt him tear into my hole and claim what he owned. He drilled me with everything he had. I could smell his musk and the vague scent of sex from my position with my head forced down in his surprisingly strong grip for a man who looked like he was withering away. He continued to pulverize my hole and pound the air from my lungs while I gave myself over to the ecstasy of surrender. This man had changed my life and I was loving it! Finally his tense, stabbing motions told me he was close, and I tried to massage his dick with my ass muscles. A swift grunt and warmth spreading out from within told me that he was unloading and I sighed. My own cum already coating the stage deck from when I came hands-free after his prostate stimulation. He pulled out swiftly and before I could mourn the filled feeling his dick had given me, the plug was swiftly pushed back in, now feeling significantly smaller than it had when it had been removed. Patting my ass affectionately, he scrambled to grab my costume pieces and prepare the elaborate harness for my final glorious stint in the sky. As I turned to him to ask how I looked, he just smiled and said, “perfect.” I got into position and from behind he whispered, “I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think you really know what all is happening. Kid, I wasn’t joking when I said you were going to be mine and I was giving you something. . .” — the music was swelling and I was seconds away from my dramatic entrance — “You’re my son now. You’ve sprayed your last neg load uselessly on the stage. Congrats on becoming an HIV pig, boy.” The chorus raised their voices in an awesome chord as I was flown into the air to thunderous applause in the front of house. It was as if the entire cast and creative team knew what had happened and was approving. I completed my routine in the air, but by the time I was lowered gently back down to the stage, it was the two seconds when I was unhooked that I came undone. I fled to a dressing room and locked myself into a bathroom. * * * * * * It took me an hour to pull myself together, and after telling the director that I missed the notes session after the run ended because of a stomach bug, he seemed to understand and allowed me to head back to the hotel early. My room was messy from my earlier whirlwind trying to get ready and I started putting it back together when there was a knock at the door. Johnny had found me. “Can I come in?” I silently motioned him inside and he went and sat on the chair next to the desk. I walked silently to my bed and sat down, half facing him, half looking toward the window. “I know that you’re feeling a lot right now, but I think we need to talk?” I resolutely stared ahead but nodded an affirmative. He silently reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. “Logan, I know that you’re surprised and probably feel good and bad things — I know that I did when I was gifted, but I want you to know that you have some options.” I turned and stared at him mutely as he went on, “HIV is not deadly unless you want to be; you can take some medication to control it. I’ve been working in entertainment for a long time and you’ve got talent that is only once or twice in a generation. You’ll be employed and can afford the medication. But that will come at another cost as well.” Johnny continued to look at me while he reached out and gently took my chin in his hands, “you have been given a gift and you can choose to share that gift with other boys and men. You can honor the DNA that is now in your system and add to it, change it. You can create your own family.” He gently let go of my face and got up from the chair to sit down next to me. “I’ve been spreading my seed since I was 18 and had my first Master. He was a cruel man but he taught me many things about loyalty, giving, taking, and power. He died only a year and a half after I met him, then I started working on tours. I was 20 and met one boy for each tour I have taken part in. I have a family of 23 boys, you’re my 24th. I’ve had a good life, but I wasn’t kind to myself when I was young. You can make a few different changes and be stronger — I hate to stop sharing my seed like this, but it is time that I get serious about meds and take myself off the market.” I turned my head and looked at him. Staring into his eyes I knew that even after the shock wore off, I would never feel the same again. The power I now felt coursing through my veins and the knowledge that I could build a family of boys and men was overpowering. I was silent for a long time, just looking at him. Breaking the silence I said, “you will have to teach me a lot — I’ve never topped anyone and I don’t know all that I need to, but I want to expand a family of my own. After all, you deserve grandsons if you are looking to retire.” Without any hesitation I closed the gap between our faces and kissed Johnny with all the passion I could muster. I wanted him to understand that my answer was, “I will honor your gift and share it with as many people as I can.” He responded with a kiss that I could only interpret as, “let me show you how.” That first fuck after I knew Johnny’s status was magical. He urged me on to take him deeper and explained scorpion tattoo. He told me how hot I was and how he would be there to see me through the flu that I was bound to get. He then asked me to follow him back to his room and fuck him with my last negative load. I was very eager and came within about two minutes of penetrating his ass. He proudly showed off the biohazard marking tattooed around his hole as he squeezed my load out and told me to lap it up. We shared my last load between us as we lay in a tangle of limbs on his bed. Totally spent and totally happy. * * * * * * True to his word, a few weeks later on the first night we were performing for a paying audience I felt like hell. I had a high fever, swollen glands, and was sweating profusely. The stage manager gave me one look and said I couldn’t go on except to fly since there was no backup. I sat backstage and watched the show with Johnny, his kilt hiding the fact that I was impaled on his. He gave me the fevered ride of my life that night as I was caught up in the adrenaline of opening, the rush knowing I was converting, and the pleasure of giving another man a great time. During our first stop in Oklahoma City, we went shopping on our day off for a few things. I suddenly had to expand my collection of underwear to include dozens of jockstraps — anything from sporty to sleek and fashionable, we picked out a series of plugs for me to wear of ever-increasing width in case I wanted to keep in a load. He even took me to a piercing shop to get a Prince Albert like his. After that first tryout, it became a tradition during my last flight that we would fuck every show. With eight shows a week on a fifty week contract, we got in plenty of action with each other. After my PA healed, he would let me fuck him every third or fourth show, providing guidance on how to best use my tool to open up another man and show them a good time. We continued to fall into each other’s arms after every show and I all but ignored my other castmates except to be polite when I talked with them. But I spent most of my time away from the theatre exploring cities across the country with Johnny. At the end of the tour with just one more performance to go Johnny asked me what I would like as a going away present. “I want a scorpion tattoo on my dick,” was my response. He chuckled, “you’re a kinky little fucker aren’t you?” “I take after my dad,” I replied. We went out just before the final show to a nearby tattoo parlor. I got my scorpion tattooed to the underside of my dick. “So you can only see it if I want you to,” I explained. “I’m sure there is no shortage of boys who won’t know what they’re doing and totally miss it.” We both laughed as we walked back to the theatre to do the show one last time. There was an extra charge in the air that night. Maybe I was emotional because I was completing my first professional contract. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer have Johnny there to give me what I craved every day. Whatever it was, we passionately made love before my final flight that night. He penetrated me with long an hard strokes just to keep me on the edge of orgasm. He fucked me missionary up against the set, kissing me while I sprayed the underside of his kilt with my toxic load. It was the best performance I had ever given in my life, and it was all for him. * * * * * * We created a text chain that night so that we could stay in touch. He was retiring to a farm in Colorado and I was heading back to couch surf in New York for a few weeks while I auditioned for another job and searched for an apartment. After exchanging a hug and promising to keep in touch, I walked to the train station with a few misty tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t see his message until the train was pulling out of the station and heading to my new life. It was the privilege of my life to bring you into my family. I know you will do me proud professionally and personally. Just remember to be who you are and share yourself with the world. In every capacity. Until we meet again, stay hard, stay horny, and stay humble. -Johnny As the train rolled on, I straightened in my seat. I could make my dreams come true and show the world what Logan Ball is made of, and my resolution starts now. A young conductor came over at that moment and asked, “ticket please?” I handed this boy my ticket. “Looks like you’ll be with us for awhile.” He scribbled some information on a little pad he had with his scanner. “If there is anything that you need don’t hesitate to let us know.” He handed back my ticket and a piece of paper. He bustled down the train to the next people waiting with their tickets out. I glanced down at the paper and it read: Please ask for anything — and request Mason. I’d love to serve you however I can. I smiled and leaned back in my seat. This new life was going to be fucking brilliant. * * * * * * Looking forward to share all that will happen going forward! Thanks for reading up to this point, hope you come back for more!

Part 2. It seems to be working as after five minutes or so, his fingers easily slip in and out. He's asking me if I'm sure of what he is about to do to me. We've discussed it many times and in depth on the dating app but now it's really about to happen I sense his appreciation and he can sense mine. I assure him it's what I want, what I need. I can feel his body moving on top of me. His torso sliding further up my own. I can feel his cock moving up between my legs. He is hard. I can feel it sliding between my thighs and then my buttocks. He's putting lubricant on his cock now and pushing more into my hole with his fingers. I'm nervous, shacking with anticipation, fear of pain and excitement. I want this, I need this. He's right behind me now. I can feel him adjusting his cock so he can penetrate me. The end feels wonderful as he moves moves it, first around the entrance and then just the tip entering me. My sphincter is still tight and as he pushes it inside me the pain is almost unbearable. But, I want it inside me. I bite my hand to stop crying out and telling him to stop. Then he's fully inside me. Still a little uncomfortable but bearable. He's moving slowly, fucking me gently. The soft internal pink flesh of my arse in intimate contact with the tight skin of his hard cock. I can hear him unscrewing the top of a bottle. He places the bottle under my nose and tells me to breath in through my nostrils deeply. I do this four times. Twice in each nostril. I've only read about poppers and I'm amazed at the effect they have on me. I want him twenty or thirty times more than before. He's thrusting hard now and I I'm thrusting back against him. His cock is into the hilt with every stroke. I want his sperm, his load, his nut, his DNA, his babies inside me. I want him to infect me. His seed to take my body. He's fucking as hard as he can now, deeper than I ever thought possible. He's asking me if I want his poz seed and I'm almost shouting 'Yes, please give it to me' He's close to filling me up now, giving me his poison and I want it so badly. His breathing is deep and loud and he's grunting. My arse hole is so wide now from the severe fucking he's given me. He's about to cum. He thrusts as hard as he can and tells me he is coming. I can feel his cock pumping his poz cream into me. I'm pushing back accepting and absorbing all of his seed. He's totally drained of energy and sperm. He collapses on top of me. His cock, now flaccid slips out of my hole and he gets off me and begins to dress. I stay laying on my front until I hear the front door close. I take off the hood and run a hand down to my arse. My hole feels open and very wet. I want try and close my sphincter to keep his precious seed inside me. I look at my fingers and they're covered in his sperm and my blood. I wank myself off to an amazing orgasm knowing I'm no longer a virgin.

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

For me, I was 24yo. I didn't have sex until i was much older. Back in the 80s, finding gay porn was tough. I had just moved from Texas where it was really tough to find anything gay much less get your ass beaten. Luckily, I ended up in Detroit and found quite a few bookstores with gay porn. I remember the entire experience of driving up and down Michigan Avenue where there were quite a few porn stores. Usually drinking beer and working up the nerve to go into one. When i finally did go into the bookstore, I found the gay section and noticed the theater section Usually sectioned off. After my usual ritual of drinking while driving around for a bookstore to go into, I finally worked up the courage to go into the theater section. I remember the smell, darkness and the individual booths playing porn. So after going into a booth, I remember (i can't remember if it was my first time putting my cock thru a hole), the guy sucking me while i was watching the video. I remember the guy on the otherside telling me to keep putting quarters in the slot so that the movie keeps playing. I remember the guy kept sucking me and using his hand to stroke. He also kept rubbing my groin alot to alternate between my cock, my balls and groin. I distinctly remember how good it felt at one time. Like his mouth grew tighter and warmer around my cock. I was already buzzing from the beer, but the feeling was awesome. I just pressed against the hole. He kept up the sucking (so I thought), and I remember saying I'm going to cum. He put his hand threw the hole and pulled my ass in. He said, it's ok. (It didn't register that the couldn't have talked if he was sucking me). He continued to milk me and I blew in him. Little did I know i was barebacking him. I was ashamed yet elated. (Back in those days, I was dealing with shame for being gay). I was also paranoid, but I remember going back to my apartment and stroking a few more loads out. I also remember how greasy my cock was but thought he just used some oil to make it easier to suck. Reflecting on that moment, I realized it was my first bareback through a glory hole. In a time with AIDs was prevalant along with STDS. I was fortunate not to contract anything. For years, I thought it was the best bj. It wasn't until I turned 45 and living in SF, that I experienced the same thing. In 2010, almost 25 years later, the guy at the gh used his mouth then backed up on my cock and thats when I recalled what I experienced back in 1985. I really never gave it much thought, I just knew that glory holes were and are my fetish to this day.

A simple no thanks should always be used. Like previous poster said, there's still a live person on the other side. I know the internet is one giant shit show, but some relevance of basic manners should still exist. Again, if they don't take the hint and persist, then blocking is fair game.

If someone makes the effort to message me, I will try my best to reply politely saying no thanks, sorry not my type etc and wish them well on their search. If they continue to tap/message etc then I may end up resorting to the block button. I find instant blocking to be quite rude and very judgemental. There is a real person on the other side of a message. That said, I know there have been instances where I have ignored/not answered and that is usually when i am in a down moment....and that is why I try not to ignore/block.

Now fully vaccinated against monkeypox 🐒

Wait - did I just hear the word "cam" -- music to my ears. I have made many friends by allowing people to watch me have sex and vice versa. It opened up (literally) a whole new avenue of potential fuck buds. Some cam sites have come and gone but here is what I use now and some info to help. Fell free to message me if you like, because frankly since 2003, I have got so much action off web cam sites when people told me "oh you'll never meet them". Well guess what, I have flight benefits and not only did I do many locals, but flew to San Fran, Vancouver, Miami, Palm Springs, all because I was well known, and well seen, by many guys. I got to meet men who did porn, and well, you get the hint. Sadly the sites I used ICU and ICU!! went out of business, I then used Google Plus rooms, but they too were shut down, But here is my current platform; Go to: MeWe.com At that point, create a profile, include a pic like you did on here and then look for various "groups to join: Some of my favorites are "PNP Porn", or "Slamming Gay Guys", "White and Black Guys", "Spun Pnp Tweakers", etc. You don't have to be into partying, just ask for an invitation and they will accept you. Once you are accepted and you. sign on, you will receive invites to join various Zoom rooms. Since MeWe has an international membership these rooms are available almost 24 hours. The more groups you join, the more invites you get. Now there may be some rules, such as - you must be seen, in other words no empty seats. Or you must be naked or partially naked. Things like that. But Zoom is basically the platform that is used, sometimes up to 100 men are in a room. If you are more of a one on one kind of guy - some members will send you a request to do a private Skype call. I would download both Zoom and Skype after you look at MeWe and decide if you like what you see. There are some very attractive guys, all shapes, ages, colors, interests, you see where I am going with this? You don't have to party, but you can watch or be watched having sex. If you have any questions feel free to contact me. I had a trick give me a computer as a gift, and he had the ICU web cam program on it. This was in 2004 and I never looked back. It opened up so many opportunities for me to meet guys, I even started buying memberships for friends and tricks who saw the program running at my house. Sadly ICU was poorly managed and they went out of business. But MeWe is great, it can lead to private one on ones with Skype and also another platform called Telegraph. I belong to maybe twenty clubs, someone is always having a room party. and I just click on a link, make sure I am naked and on my bed or sofa, and ready to go. It's fun and you can meet alot of guys that way. Hope I have helped you, message me if you need any additional information.

Got my first shot yesterday, the injection site is a little inflamed and forearm is sore. Also been fatigued and some chills, not sure if that’s normal. I didn’t realize you needed two shots, so I have to go back in month. I had been looking everyday the last month on the local county website but the appointments were always booked. I guess south Florida just received a big shipment.

Welp, I finally hosted a leave-the-door-ajar darkroom scene overnight. This hung guy had been hounding me for a couple weeks at another site, but I was just too nervous to do it. And, I repeatedly told him so. It was difficult to tell if he was trying to convince me how nice of a guy he would be because he really meant it, or, because he just wanted to use my hole. Well, last night he made it clear through all of my hemming and hawing that he "just want(s) sex. That's it". Fair enough, stud. He's a soul brother few years younger than me, so, I was skeptical about agreeing to this. I like older tops. "Older", as in at least 40. But, he had 8 inches for me! What was I supposed to do? I fiddled about for an hour, half-hoping he'd forget about it because I was taking so long. No chance. It was after 3.30am, and I was finally ready. I lit some candles and put on my "uniform"; a hoodie and knee-high socks, gave him the location info, and assumed the position on the bed so the first thing he'd see when he arrived was my bare butt in the air. Fuck yeah I was nervous as hell! More nervous than excited. I think the reverse will be true the more I do it. When I heard him enter, I couldn't believe it was really going to happen. I couldn't fucking believe I was actually doing it and that he was really here! "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!", I kept saying to myself. This was just a really big deal for me to be doing this, and, it felt more like an acknowledgment that I had crossed yet another point-of-no-return as a bottom. I wrestle internally with this all the time. He silently slid in behind me and half-undressed. He took it out and it flopped down on my butt with a smack a few times, and it drove me fucking crazy! He was holding something that wasn't yet at full attention, but, was still clear that it was something you were going to feel. "Oh man...", I whispered nervously. Probably a half-dozen times. I couldn't believe it was about to happen. He positioned me how he wanted - on all 4's - and jammed his tongue in my butt for a few minutes, and it was GREAT! I had asked him a week before if he prefered a pre-lubed hole waiting for him, or if he liked it dry so he could eat it first. I remembered his answer. But, when he started rubbing that big thang against my hole, I quickly reached for one of many lubes strewn about the bed. I especially grabbed for the NURU gel. I like the way it makes my hole so slippery! I had Magnums strategically placed at all 4 corners of the bed, and, I heard him tear open a packet. Yet, when I instinctively reached back behind me - not to confirm he was wearing one, but, just to guide him inside me - I didn't feel it. He'd yanked it off, or, maybe not even bothered to put it on at all. I didn't give a fuck. I was far more busy making damn sure I was well lubed before he entered me. Which, he did, slowly. True to my request. "Don't push in yet", I pleaded, as I patiently wiggled and worked my butt down on his meat. It was so hard! His cock, I mean. I'm always scared of big cocks, but, he just kinda held it there until I was comfortable enough to fully relax. Thankfully, it didn't take too long, and he was fully inside me. That's when he started holding me with both hands at my hips and thrusting. He was really beating it up, but, thankfully, it wasn't uncomfortable at all! He'd beat it up for a few, then, pull out and relax, then, get right back to it. It felt amazing. I tried really hard to keep my whimpering to a minimum, but, he didn't seem as concerned about volume levels as he grunted audibly and increased breathing heavily. I knew what that meant. And, I was ready to accept it. I'm one of those bottoms who doesn't like to be sucked nor stroked, but, can cum without manual stimulation just from being fucked - apparently this is sometimes called a sissygasm - so, I whimpered that I was gonna cum, and, that's when he really went to work! He was giving me everything he had, and I didn't give 3 shits about the chick in the unit across from mine hearing it. I came, and was a mindless mess at that point. He came a few moments after I did, got up, declined my offer of a towel waiting for him in the washroom, pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, and bounced out. I scurried to the washroom and reached for that towel as I felt it running down my leg. I wiped it off, but, might not next time. Especially if I'm not hosting. I think doing a slut walk of shame with a top's load seeping out of my butt would be awesome! I wouldn't say that he "broke" me, but, now I'm not so nervous about hosting such a scene anymore. It'll just have to wait until after I get that Monkeypox vaccine, hopefully this week. I guess I just really wanted to have 1 good fuck before that, as it had been a few weeks. Mission Accomplished.

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

So today I saw an ad for a top looking for a kinky bottom into bondage. Sent my profile info and a pic of me bound to a bed and got a reply from him pretty fast. He asked if I ever got bound by handcuffs and if i liked it. I replied yes I have done it a few times. So we are meeting at his hotel room tonight.. Definitely hot for tonight!! Will post here on what happens..

2 celebrities UK actors. But porn stars nope. But would like to have Marc Short fuck me. Wanted him for years. Also another star in my eyes is viking8x6. Now he could do me anytime. Awesome cock, ass, balls and of course Face Woof.

On monday evening I first had a quick grindr hook up. Walked about 20 minutes to his house where he texted me the door code and said I needed to take off my shoes then go to the 2nd floor. He was naked on the waiting ordering me to start sucking immediately. I think around 5 minutes I left with his load in my hole. Felt his load dripping out leaving a wet spot on my jogging. The moment I got home I received a text of someone I've been on a real date with twice asking me if he could sleep over. Was a very cosy night and ended up swallowing his load as he doesn't want to fuck yet and first wants to see where it's going. Had a lovely night cuddling with someone else's cum deep inside my hole.

I sucked TitPig’s dick at an event in Seattle many years ago. Carl Barnes (BearFilms, TIM) has been a fuckbuddy for a long time, I gave Hank Rivers (TIM) his first double fist, and Dred Scott (Titan) fucked me at Club Z in Seattle a while back.

The practice of Bd/Sm is an outward, visible expression of what's in a man's heart, his mind, his being. It's anything but one-sided; it's entirely a sharing construct, from one man's mind to another man's mind, via the body, sexually as well as emotionally/intellectually/spiritually. Some men hear the Call to Service, whether from the Top or the bottom, some men hear nothing, probably because they're not listening. The gear, the Acts associated with Bd/Sm are merely the tools we use as we delve into the depths of a man's need for something more.

As mentioned by some other posters, negotiation can be used for more than just BDSM play. My thoughts is that if a guy isn't willing to negotiate and discuss boundaries, then he's not worth my time. Personal preference, but I don't really do kink or rough play on a first encounter. Those things require a deeper connection that has to be built. Even if I chat with a guy on Recon, I'm upfront about this point. If any sort of kink, fetish, or rough play is in the cards - I make it a point to outline my limits, ask him to outline his, and communicate a safe word AND safe signal. Once he arrives at mine (or me at his), the agreement is that the safe word will be repeated and the safe signal be demonstrated before action begins to make sure it's clear what they are. I also take copious screen shots of conversations (just in case I delete something by accident) so I can refer back to them later. I'd recommend any partner do the same.

idk, etiquette is an evolving thing. i think online can really bring out the self absorbed asshole in some people. Too blunt? lol my take is, if someone approaches you politely, it's good to take a few seconds to acknowledge their effort. i'm happy to see that the majority so far have voted for some sort of honest, polite reply. If walking down the street someone smiled and said "hi," would you ignore them? Would you make the effort to build a wall between you and that person? But for some reason, online has changed simple courtesy.

15 minutes ago. Yep, same sweet FB. Was outside doing work on some pavers i put in on my parkway. Came in and checked my phone, He had texted me an hour earlier. i told Him i could be ready after showering, and He told me He could make it on the way to the doctor (orthopedist), but it would have to be a "quickie." That doesn't bother me in the least. When i have a regular FB, i tend to get something akin to addicted to Him. i really think there is something to the study that demonstrated semen in hetero relationships affects the brain center sense of well being. i think it's true with gays also, the gut is definitely absorptive. Even if it's just psychological, i love having a FB, and yeah, His energy, cock, orgasm and cum feel like a 'fix' to me, just has this effect. Receiving a Mans orgasm is so much better than having one of my own. Fuck, i feel good.

I don't use Grindr, but on most sites if there is absolutely nothing compatible in our profiles I just ignore it. If there is compatibility, I usually respond back with a "hey" and see where it goes. If it evolves into endless messaging without confirming they want to hookup and fuck, want to "hookup" and not fuck (actually the most common where I live), or are pursuing a bug chasing fantasy, I will politely tell them "no" and if they can't accept that block them.

When I started my porn career, I got my start with camming on Randy Blue. I had my own private room, and the guests of the website would pop in and see if their favourite model was on. A lot of times they were just there to watch, but many people bought private shows from me, and sometimes others would peek in on these shows. All of this made me some money. I set my own prices, and a lot of the time on my shows, I would either sit and wait for something to happen, or we'd just end up talking. I didn't get paid for that - it was only the private shows that made the money. Of course, on a private show, I was expected to perform. Put a quarter in the box, and watch me go. Jerk off with me if you like. I had only one client who came in toward the end who didn't want any sex show, but just to talk. Really a kind man, and he helped me through a very difficult summer with his generosity and talking out issues. I even lowered my rates for this guy just so we could keep talking. But by August, they all stopped coming, and so had I. Too often I'd sit in front of my labtop for three hours late into the night, and not one person would come by. Really boring, and wasteful. I value my sleep, so one can see how frustrating this was for me. And I stopped checking in. Partly because I found something that made me way more money for a lot less investment. I'm not allowed to say WHAT because it violates the rules of BZ, but let's just say that lately I can't even GIVE it away! LOL My cam time ended in September. I checked in only once or twice that month before abandoning it. Camming was good for me. It got me comfortable with the camera, helped me build some reputation, and I met some interesting people. One of them was actually local to me, and he became a long-term supporter of my opera company. Go figure. The money wasn't much, but remember it was 2014, and a dollar went farther then (just not on petrol). I made a laughable amount camming, less than 1k over eight months, but I didn't care. It helped me start a new journey, and I have no regerts.

I never thought much of it until : I had a fb who would come over and set up all these little cameras in the slingroom and broadcast me fucking him to somewhere - some website, I assume - and shortly after that his phone would start to holler with other guys in the area wanting to come over and fuck him too, or take my Cock too. It worked out great - more loads for him - more Hole for me - and more contacts in the 'hood for every guy. If the notion makes your Cock hard, do it - you might have a great time with it !!!

Wait, did you say "self serving"? Isn't that what gay men are known for? Having life be "all about them", or better yet, spreading disease due to our controllable sexual nature. Come on, get with the program, it's 2022. What's all this "do gooder" stuff, save that for celebrities who on late night television ask us to pledge $19 a month to save some soon to be extinct animal. Okay, so I am a little jaded. Your post is quite nice, but I had to poke fun at SOME of us who may be a little more SELF SERVING. I especially liked the poster who wanted to see if his Grindr trick would show up - now that is relevant.

EVERY guy you had sex with made you the person you are today! Change even ONE of those, much less many thousands of them, and you would be a different person today than you currently are! >> I << don't get the sense that you live with a lot of regrets about who you are NOW. And different doesn't necessarily mean better.... Appreciate the person you were, because he led to the person you ARE right now! If I could go back and change anything from my life, I wouldn't, cause I'm good with who I am right now! (I really want a do-over with my first BF, truth be told, but NO!) ANY change in the past could drastically change your present! (You've heard of the Butterfly Effect, right?) From what I've seen on this forum, the current you is ALL THAT and a bag of chips! (And, yeah, I'm THAT old! 🤣) If there weren't 3000 miles separating us, I would show you how much I like the person you are right now BECAUSE of your history! 😘😘😘😘😘

It's not just about positions of authority. My Phys.Ed. teacher in 8th was a gorgeous bull of a man, but also he cared about me. I was large and extremely hairy, I was a violinist built like a linebacker and hairier than most adults. They called me sasquatch. He used to stand by my locker, which happened to be right in front of his office, and just chat with me during changing. I rememberone afternoon he told me the other students were jealousthey hadn'tgone through puberty yet and I could already grow a beard. It wasn't authoritative at all, he made me feel safe. He was married, just genuinely a great man a good teacher. In high school I had another Phys.Ed. teacher, Coach Nickerson, the football coach. He was tall, built like a freight train, no one challenged him. I'm sure he could have knocked anything out. The kind of man myths are written about. But again, he was soft with me. I was a giant too, but I've never been aggressive. He tried to get me on the team, but I'm just not wire that way. I remember when we had to do stretches over a box as part of our testing and I could not only reach my toes, but put my arms over the box and my entire hand folded down the back of it, he and the cheerleaders couldn't believe it. He wasn't as protective as my previous PE teacher, but I never felt vulnerable. A couple years later he was promoted to VP and I'm certain he had a part in helping me get through some issues where I was being threatened and harassed for being gay. Then in my senior year, I had the opportunity to be a Psych TA for a gorgeous man. I hadn't been in his psych class. My psych teacher the previous year was actually the baseball and softball coach, who was actually a minor league player. He was handsome, but not my type. But I took his class and we got along. In my senior year I had extra credits, he wasn't teaching psych, so I got him to push me through and another teacher accepted me as assistant. I can't even remember his name, only that he wore thick-rimmed glasses, had a POW-MIA flag over his desk, and had a smile that could open your soul. I hated my life and was on a lot of drugs that year. He knew, but he always aided me. He didn't turn me in, he just gave me assignments that allowed me to hide in the staff room for extra hours or sent me to run exams through the scanner. I was always so high from pills I could have slept standing up. I remember his name was Matt, I think. My attraction to him had nothing to do with his authority. I had desired him for years, but was never lucky enoughto have him as a teacher. He was gorgeous. Perfectly sculpted slender nerd. I remember falling asleep at the back of class one day after grading papers for him. I felt a hand through my hair and when I looked up it was him smiling down at me. He told me to go make him some copies. Fuck, what was his name? Laguna Creek High School '03

While I really miss the days of bars when you went out, cruised, found a guy you had good chemistry with and went home and fucked And while some of the endless messaging back and forth with time wasters can really ruin an evening if you do hook up - and when I am looking for “rough sex” - which can mean a lot of different things to different people- but the type of rough sex I liked could certainly be considered sexual assault-If it was NOT CONSENSUAL- (and I only like consensual sex) - so I found all that “annoying” back and fourth messaging to be reassuring- as I want to be sure we are on the same page - and I would much prefer to waste my time at home rather than driving over to someone’s house to have him back out - (so I do understand your considerable annoyance) So we should all take this as a cautionary tale - to always keep your message history (if it goes well- it will help remind you that you had a good time and may again - or that it was a waste of time and avoid him sorry muscmtl that you are dealing with this

In 2017 I was at a business conference in St. Louis. After I got done for the day I popped over to Club St. Louis which is a nice bath house in a somewhat sketchy part of town. Had a nice time playing. Two guys took turns fucking me in a sling. Had a lovely time on the roof patio sharing a joint with a cross-dressing fem bottom. As the night wrapped up I stepped outside at about 1:00 am and planned to call a taxi from there. Before I could dial a big black guy who looked homeless yelled at me from the street. He was standing under a light pole pointing his finger at me. "Hey can I get five dollars from you?" I said "How big is your cock?" He pulled down the front of his pants to show off a 9 inch monster as thick as my wrist. I walked down to the street to take a closer look. He flopped it at me a couple of times and grabbed it by the uncut tip and pulled it up in the air. "You like this?" I nodded and reached out to stroke it. "You fuck?" "Maybe." I pointed at the dark space between two buildings across the street. "Lets go over there." As we got into the dark part I got disoriented and slowed down. He bumped into me wrapped an arm around me. Suddenly I figured out I had put myself in some danger, but he was cool and started rubbing his cock against my ass. I slid my pants down and pulled out my poppers and started hitting them. "Suck it." I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It smelled strong and musky. I struggled to get my lips around and slide them up his shaft. I felt his cock start to swell. Salty precum dripped into the back of my throat. I pulled loose and swallowed then stood and hit the poppers again. His fingers rode into my crack which was still lubed from the bath house. He shoved one finger up, then two. I moaned a little and pushed my ass toward him. I felt his big cock head pushing up against my asshole. "You ready?" I hit the poppers again and creaked out a "yes." He shoved his cock and the head popped straight in. He paused for a moment then pushed the rest of his cock inside me. The thickness spread my ass too wide and he took my breath when he shoved all the way in. I had to ask him to stop for a second. When he started again we were both in the rhythm. Within a minute I could feel him shooting up my ass. As he pulled out I took his hand and shoved a $20 in it. Worth every penny and then some.

Years ago I did it a handful of times. All in all I found it a very un-real experience, and unsatisfying. Depending on the software or platform (back then) sometimes the only way you knew eyes were on you was when a number on your screen increased or decreased. I always found it annoying to have to try to read and respond to text-based interaction because it forced me to stay close enough to a computer to read it, and I would have to stop the action to type a reply. It was particularly bothersome when someone wanted me to ejaculate on cue, or to ejaculate just exactly in the perfect position for him to get the view he wanted. In the end, I was left feeling objectified and used in a wholly negative way, often without ever knowing if the person on the other end got anything out of me exposing my intimacy or not; at least when an anonymous stranger I never set eyes on fucks my cunt in a hotel room, I have some clue whether or not he enjoyed himself. Back then, at the beginning of my foray into sex with men, I was still young enough that I could attempt camming without looking ridiculous. Now, I suspect any self-respecting webcam would short itself out before it would consent to broadcast me, and I wouldn’t blame it one bit.

I’m still undecided about the two cities; when I was in Palm Springs in April I met a guy who I really liked who invited me to come visit so I flew out this morning from BWI to spend a few days with him. While I was at Dallas Ft.Worth airport waiting for the connecting flight, I saw that one of the biggest & best men in gay porn was standing a few feet away waiting for the same flight. Man, Drew Sebastian is even better looking in person. He was nice, gracious, shook my hand. I told him the truth, that I am a huge fan. Made my day !

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Time travel. I don’t want it much. Not centuries or anything like that. Just the ability to jump ahead a couple of hours to see if the Grindr hookup actually shows up.

I think that it's still a valuable tool: 1. Meet in person, in some public place, like a street-side cafe. Without going into all of it again, I still would recommend this to any guy. About 4,5 months ago, I heard from a delightful young man who, maybe 10, 12 years ago, began to understand his call to submission within the context of the LeatherLife, and contacted me for instruction in the same. I hear from him occasionally (how're things, etc), but this particular time he was in anguish over the fact that I had stressed - years before - the importance of having a specific time when someone he knew would be calling the (supposed) Dom. Well, despite a well-crafted profile on Recon, the Dom balked at the notion. The supposed Dom had mindfucked my (well, formerly young) friend into all these preparations (body shaving, etc), and expected him to drive down to the city from WI with nothing more than the online expectations. He called me in tears before he actually left home in WI, and I did my best to comfort him over the phone, but he did listen all those years ago, and he knew better than to simply show up in the middle of boystown in Chgo with no one else knowing where he was, what he was doing, etc. Point: It's always best to get the limits ironed out in advance, not just let one's imagination run away with itself. Even better if one can get an affirmation from a third party that the Dom is on the level*. I hope no one bothers to pour cold water on this response, since I have no quarter to give on this particular issue. I wouldn't consider a serious exchange without a prior, in-the-flesh meeting in some public place. These cruise apps aren't even close to enough validation. *for instance, a bartender at a local Leatherbar. If he doesn't know the guy, then he'll know someone who does, maybe one of the clubs like CHC (which, I hear, is no longer over on Levitt - is the clubhouse sold? Any Chicago guys have the lowdown?

I have 2 buds in different states. We watch each other fuck on cam. Hit each other up to watch when available.

Took another 3 BB loads today (Monday) ... All young tops

Part 10: Brotherly Love (aka the much discussed chapter) “Does anyone know?” I asked. “No,” Jay said. “Does anyone know that you’re… well, you know?” I shook my head. “So,” he said. “I guess you’re not the last virgin in the house after all. Right?” I shook my head. “You slept with another man?” I nodded. “What was it like?” he asked. I looked at him, noticing in his eyes a longing. He really wanted to know. “It’s incredible,” I said. “Better than I could have imagined.” “So, not into women anymore?” “I… uh… I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe. I got thrown into everything so fast, I never really stopped to think about it.” “Well, I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks,” I said. “Though, it would involve you telling them how you found out which doesn’t make you look too good either.” Jay nodded. “I’m sorry that I tricked you into sucking my dick.” His words hung in the air, neither of us able to wrap our minds around the truth. We were no longer just brothers. I didn’t know what we were now. “ Can I tell you,” Jay started, “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life, but nothing like that. I had trouble breathing after.” “Really?” For some reason, I felt proud. Jaw slept around a lot, so hearing that I was seemingly the best did make me feel good. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like,” Jay said, “but I’ve never tried.” He moved closer to me, the heat of his body pulsing against me. “Could you… would you try…” He looked up into my eyes, leaning forward and kissing me. For split second, I wanted to recoil, the idea of my brother’s lips on mind turning my stomach, but as the moment passed, I found myself draw into the kiss. “Fuck,” Jay said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. He looked down at his dick and laughed. “You’ve got me dripping, brother.” “Me too,” I said. He leaned in again, but I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t,” I said. “Is it because I’m…” “No,” I said. “Well, partly. I’m not sure. It should be.” Jay smiled. “I know. It should be disgusting, but, I’ve got to tell you, it feels hot.” “Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me.” “I know that you’re gay,” he said. “What else is there?” I backed away and pulled off my shirt, revealing my chest and the tattoo on it. Jay’s eyes grew wide at the sight. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “I’m poz,” I told him. “How long?” “A few weeks,” I said. “Almost two months.” “Who?” “The guy I told you about at dinner. The guy that started coming to church.” “Is he?” “He’s not religious. It’s a long story. He fucked me a few times and I converted. I got this tattoo from him. He’s a tattoo artist.” “Are you dating?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Sort of.” “Does your church know?” “Fuck, no,” I said. “No one knows. Well, not no one. You know now.” “So, you don’t want to fuck me because you don’t want to poz me?” I nodded. Jay turned and went to his duffle bag, opening a zipper and pulling out a small square packet. Even though I had never seen one in person, I knew it was a condom. “Problem solved.” “Jay, no. It isn’t right.” “You’ve already sucked me off,” he said. “And with a condom, we’ll be careful. Please. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get fucked. If it’s with you, at least I know it’s with someone who will be careful. Please.” I stared at the condom and then at Jay. How had we come to this point? How had I journeyed from a straight virgin pastor to a poz gay man contemplating sleeping with his brother? How far had I fallen? How much of a pig was I? There was only one way to tell. I took the condom and looked Jay in the eye. “If you make a noise, you’ll wake the whole house. You’ll have to be quiet.” “Okay,” he said. “Do you have lube?” “Some,” he said, returning to his bag. He handed me a packet the same size as the condom. “Get on the bed,” I told him. “On your back. Leg’s up toward your chest.” To say that Jay was eager would have been an understatement. He scrambled onto the bed and pulled his knees to his chest, revealing a hair hole. I opened the condom, turning it over. “Don’t you know how to put one on?” Jay asked. I pointed at my tattoo. “Clearly not.” “Here,” he said, taking the condom. He reached out and placed it on the head of my dick, a bit of precum dripping into the tip. “Ooops, wrong way around,” Jay flipped the condom and started to roll it on. It felt weird knowing my brother was touching my dick. Then again, I was about to shove it into his ass. “Alright,” Jay said, returning to his back, legs pulled up to his chest. “Fill me up.” I opened the packet of lube and squirted some on my dick, leaving some which I squirted into my hand. I climbed onto the bed and ran my hand along Jay’s asshole. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’ve got to open you up first,” I told him, slipping one of my fingers inside. His body pulled away for a moment, but I brought him back, slipping another finger inside. “You’re tight,” I told him. “Fucking tight,” he said. “Three fingers now,” I said, moving in and out of my brother’s hole, my fingers opening him up. “Now four.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, his hands shaking, almost loosing grip of his legs. “How do you do this?” “Practice,” I told him, moving my fingers faster. Once he was open, I removed my fingers and lined my dick up to his hole. I looked him in the eye as my dick head pressed into his hole. “Are you ready?” He nodded. I pushed forward, my dick sliding inside. Jay’s head flew back, his mouth open, ready to scream. I lunged forward, my hand covering his mouth. At the same time, my dick forced itself inside, causing his back to arch off the bed. “You’ve got to be quiet,” I whispered, holding my hand over his mouth until I knew he wasn’t going to scream. “Fuck,” Jay moaned, a tear in his eye. “You’re fucking huge.” “I told you I was.” I started pumping inside him, starting slow before speeding up. “How’s that feel?” “Incredible,” he said. A large smile filled his face. “Does it always feel like this?” “Don’t know,” I told him. “Dominic is the only one who has fucked me.” “How many times?” “I didn’t keep track.” “More than twenty?” “Way more than twenty.” “My brother, a little slut.” My pace was picking up. Our bodies were sweating as the temperature of the room reached dangerous levels. I watched as his body moved beneath me. His eyes were closed, his face contorting every time my dick disappeared fully into his hole. His dick was fully hard, precum dripping over his abs. His balls were pulled tight into his body. For a moment, I forgot that he was my brother. Instead, I saw a beautiful man giving himself over to me. “I’ve never felt like this,” he groaned. “What is that?” “Your prostate,” I told him. “I think I’m gunna cum,” he said. “I’m not even jerking off.” “Sometimes it feels better that way.” I could feel myself growing close. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned, eyes open, watching as cum shot out over his chest. “Holy shit.” “Taste it,” I told him, my breath growing short. “Really?” he asked. “I did,” I reminded him. He scooped some in his hand and reluctantly dropped it on his tongue. I could tell he didn’t like the taste. I scooped some up and tasted it again, my eyes meeting his. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my heart pounding. “Do it,” he said. I felt my stomach contort as my balls shot up into my body, muscles quaking as my cum shot into the condom. It fell odd feeling the cum pooling around my dick, especially as I tended to cum so much. I was afraid it would ooze out. I pulled out and removed the condom, almost half of it filled with cum. “So not only is your dick bigger,” Jay said, “but you cum bucket loads.” “Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. “What a waste for a pastor.” “A poz pastor,” I added. “Who just fucked his own brother.” “Imagine if Mom and Dad knew,” he said. “They can’t know.” “Obviously,” he said. I brought the condom up to my mouth and poured the contents back, swallowing my cum down. “I liked the fucking,” Jay said, “but I don’t understand what you like about tasting cum.” “Tastes good to me.” I crawled off the bed and stood back, admiring Jay. All I could think about was how Dominic would love to see us there, the smell of our sweaty bodies permeating the air. I grabbed my phone and brought it back to the bed. “What are you doing?” Jay asked. “Thought I’d send a picture to Dominic,” I said. “Is that alright?” “Fine by me,” he said. I took a picture of Jay and sent it, waiting for a response. “So, is your boyfriend big too?” he asked. “Ten inches,” I told him. “Not fucking fair,” he said. My phone buzzed. “Are you fucking serious?” Dominic shouted on the other end. “You fucked your brother?” “Sure did,” I said. “He let you poz him? Does he know?” “I wore a condom.” “Sorry to hear that.” “Listen, I’m not pozzing my brother.” “No, but you still fucked him.” “Yes, I did.” “You’re more twisted than I imagined,” Dominic said. “Any chance of bringing him home?” “I doubt it.” “Too bad.” “I’ve got to go.” “Have fun.” “Sounds like he liked what he saw,” Jay said. “More than you know?” I told him. “Want to go another round?” Jay asked. “I’ve got more condoms.” I smiled. We continued fucking. I kept wearing condoms, fearing that I would give my brother HIV. I understood now why Dominic refused to wear a condom. It felt unnatural. I missed feeling skin on skin, even if it was with my brother. On the third night, as I was fucking Jay, a knock on the door startled us. “Shit,” Jay whispered, pushing me off of him. I scrambled to collect myself, pulling covers over me and my tattoo. I looked down and saw the blanket tenting. I squashed my dick down, wincing at the pain. “Are you alright in there?” our mom called. “The door’s locked. We don’t allow locked doors in this house. You know that.” “I’m naked, Mom,” Jay shouted back, wiping lube from his ass. “Unless you want to barge in and see my dick.” “Language, Jay.” “What do you want, Mom?” “I was just seeing if you wanted some cookies.” “Mom, we’re grown men. We don’t want cookies.” “Sorry for asking,” she said, storming off. Jay and I exchanged glances, laughing at the near miss. “Still hard?” he asked. I pulled back the cover, revealing a slowly rising dick. “On my way up.” We quickly ran out of condoms, but Jay went out and bought more. As I slipped it on, there was something odd about it, something I couldn’t figure out. “What is it?” Jay asked. He was reaching down, shoving his own fingers into his ass. From all our fucking, his hole had opened up well. Still, he was really shoving his fingers deep inside. “Not sure,” I said. I slipped my dick inside him and started slowly pumping in and out. Again, something wasn’t right. I stopped. “Keep going,” Jay said. After a minute, I noticed that the unpleasant feeling of the condom was gone, replaced now by the feeling I was used to. I started to pull out, but Jay’s legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer until I was stretched out over him. “Feel good?” Jay asked. “Really good,” I told him. “I just hate the feeling of condoms.” “That’s why I got these new ones,” he said. “They feel like you’re wearing nothing at all.” His legs wrapped tighter. “Really fuck me. Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it.” I started slamming hard into his ass, trying to hit his prostate while also making sure the bed wasn’t making too much noise. Though I knew I didn’t want to ever wear condoms again, I had to admit that the ones Jay bought were amazing. It felt as if I was fucking him bare. Jay jerked off his cock, but while he normally came first, he was slowing his strokes. “I’m gunna cum,” I told him, my sweat dripping off my body and onto his. “Do it,” he said, smiling. I made one final thrust, entering him as far as I could go, and then my heart dropped. The feeling I had felt over the past few days, the feeling of cum pooling around my dick, was missing. Instead, it felt as it had when I had fucked Dr. Wade. I looked down at Jay with wide eyes, mouth hung open, fearful. Jay only smiled, his legs pulling me tighter to his body. “My turn,” he said. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock one final time, his cum shooting out between us, hitting my chest and mixing into my chest hair, dripping down onto his body. As he gained his breath, I worked to pull myself from out of his legs’ hold. Pulling out my dick, I first saw the condom wrapped around the base of my shaft like a ring, and then the skin of my dick coated in blood and cum. The condom had broken. “Shit,” I said, looking at Jay’s ass. It was swollen with bits of blood and cum leaking out. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” Jay hissed. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” I said, standing up on his bed, pointing my dick out to him. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” Jay reached a hand down to his ass and touched his hole, his fingers rubbing the blood and cum around the swollen lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Feels like you did.” “Jay, we’ve got to do something,” I told him. “We’ve got to get you to a hospital. We’ve got to get you help.” “Why?” he asked. I stood there stunned. “Jay, have you completely forgotten what this is?” I pointed at my tattoo. “I’m poz. That means my cum is toxic. You’re bleeding.” “Yeah,” he said, looking at his fingers. “I know.” “I don’t understand,” I said, unaware of his calm tone as my stress intensified. “That didn’t happen with the other condoms. Why did these break? Were they cheaper?” “Yeah,” Jay said. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in.” I stared down at my brother, his words sinking into my brain. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” Jay said. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” “Why would you do that?” “So it would break,” he said. “Why would you want it to break?” I demanded, my voice growing louder. “Because you wouldn’t fuck me unless you wore one,” he said. “Remember the first night you fucked me, you didn’t know how to put the condom on. I put it on you wrong at first on purpose. I wanted to see if I got a rush from knowing a bit of your precum was on the outside when you fucked me. It was just a little risk, but it was amazing.” I backed away from the bed, my head spinning. “You wanted me to poz you?” “Not exactly,” Jay said. “Look, you know I sleep around. And, yes, I bring condoms with me, but I don’t always use them. I like taking risks with sex. Sometimes, I like fucking a woman, knowing I could be impregnating her. She always knows I’m bare, but still. I like risks. When you told me you were poz, I just couldn’t go without having you fuck me at least once without a condom. I knew you wouldn’t if I asked you, so I tricked you.” “Do you understand what you’ve done?” “Yeah, I’ve taken a risk,” he said. “I’m a grown adult who makes his own choices. I like doing risky things. I’m allowed to. Besides, did you know that your boyfriend was poz when he fucked you?” I shook my head. “And you’re still with him,” Jay said. “Sounds risky to me. Actually, a pastor fucking anyone out of wedlock is risky, let alone a gay man. Seems like you like to take risks too.” I sat down on the bed, the fear which had been coursing through my body lessening. “What happens if you get sick?” I asked him. Jay shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk. If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers. Anyway, do you feel any different now than before?” I waited, thinking hard. “No,” I told him. “Converting sucked. Worst flu ever. If anything, I feel freer. I definitely feel hornier.” “Good news for me,” Jay said. “I love feeling horny.” “I know you do,” I said, a slight smile appearing. “I know you’re going to be mad at me,” Jay said. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret doing it. I don’t regret you fucking me for the last few nights. The best sex I’ve ever had has been with you.” I turned at looked at Jay, an overwhelming feeling of anger and love flowing through me. He reached out and pulled me face into a kiss. We went to sleep without talking, and when I woke up the next morning, I crept out of the room and went for a run. When I got back, I found that Jay’s things were gone. “Hey, Mom,” I said, coming down stairs. “Where’s Jay.” “He had to leave early,” she said. “He wanted me to let you know that he’s glad you two were able to get closer these past few days. He hopes you can get together and do it again soon.” “Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alright, just to settle the discussion, I'll let you know what was in the chapter before I made changes. Originally, Will Fucked Jay several times, but he always wore a condom. They parted ways with nothing really happening. I decided to change this for a few reasons. 1. This site is called "Breeding Zone" which comes with some expectations. 2. Having Jay being a risk taker with sex answers why he had Will suck his dick. 3. This provides a way for Jay to return in a later chapter (maybe). Anyway, with all that said, I can assure you that what you're getting here is FAR superior to what I had before. Also, thanks to those who messaged me with ideas. I can't promise I'll use everything, but I appreciate seeing what you think/want to have happen. Some of you have some REALLY twisted minds. I also appreciate the love. I'm taken back by your comments supporting the story. I almost never posted. Now, no arguing. Just keep jerking off.