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Surprise Chapter! I hadn't intended to write this, but I sat down today and wrote from Jay's perspective, giving you a bit of a window into his twisted mind. It covers his two chapters and leaves off with a clearer picture of his "status" in life moving forward. Hope you enjoy. Part 14: Jay's Twisted MInd Since I was a teenager I knew I liked to fuck. Having religious parents meant conversations about sex revolved around one common theme: DON’T DO IT. I knew my brothers were sticking to this rule, but I had had no intention of doing so. At fifteen I lost my virginity, fucking a girl down the street while her parents were out of town. I even used the condoms I found in her dad’s bedside table drawer. The man had good taste in condoms. Fucked her three times that night. I never replaced the condoms, wondering if her dad would suspect someone had deflowered his precious angel. God, my brothers had no clue what they were missing. They were too happy with their right hands while I had the real thing. Over the years, I found more pussy to shove my dick inside, quickly experiencing as much depravity as I could. All I wanted was sex, whether one night stands, app hookups, or anonymous fucks. Sex was sex. My parents didn’t like the fact that I left religion behind and decided to live my own life. Fuck them, I thought. I didn’t need their permission. I wasn’t like Will or Zack. I made my own choices and decided for myself where my dick spent each night. Sure, this created a bit of a break between me and my family, but that was their problem. I was living my life, one orgy at a time. It didn’t take long after I went out on my own to discover something about myself: I’m a twisted fucker. I was the type of guy parents worried their daughters would bring home. I liked rough sex, hearing a woman scream out as my fat dick filled her pussy, threatening to tear her in two. I liked it when they scratched my back, holding onto me for dear life. I owned practically ever sex toy made, including a few dildos. I could go for hours, especially once I stopped using condoms. I didn’t always pull out either. I guess I always assumed whatever woman I was fucking was on the pill or a had a plan in place should my swimmers prove powerful. For all I knew, I had kids I didn’t know about. Do I sound like an asshole? Maybe? Did I have a good time? Fuck yes. Needless to say, I had dreaded returning home for my dad’s farewell sermon. He and I never saw eye-to-eye. Plus, I didn’t want to see my brothers. Zack was the perfect son and Will was modelled after our dad, becoming a pastor just like he was. I was the fuck up, and they always made sure that I knew it. I had prepared myself for a hellish week. When I found out I had to room with Will, I knew I was being punished. Clearly my bedroom wasn't going to see any action over the next few days. Fuck, was I wrong. Maybe that’s why I had been so eager when I saw Will's car at the adult book store. I knew it was his car, and once the employee confirmed that Will had indeed come inside, I had been over the moon. Finally, I wasn’t the major disappointment. I was excited to throw him under the bus for a change. “And you’re sure this is him?” I had asked. “I’m sure,” the employee said, looking at the picture on my phone. “He was over in that section briefly.” I looked over to where the man was pointing, noticing the titles. “But that’s gay porn,” I said. “That’s what he was looking at,” the man told me. I tried to understand what I was being told. Will, the son who was following in our father’s holy footsteps, the brother I was sharing a room with, the youngest of the three of us, was secretly gay? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The employee had told me that he had gone back into one of the booths. This is my time to expose him, I thought, eagerly making my way to the booths. Only one was occupied. I thought of pounding on the door, scaring him, even recording a video to show our parents, but something stopped me. The voice in my head which told me to fuck harder, to fuck as much pussy as possible, to take risks, directed me a different way instead. I popped into the booth next to his and waited, my eyes finding the gloryhole immediately. The twisted fucker inside of me did the thinking as I pulled down my pants and pushed my dick through the hole, waiting to see what would happen. It was only when I realized fully what I was doing, seeing my reflection in the blank television screen, that I felt a warm mouth engulf my dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I nearly cried out but stopped myself, not wanting to be exposed. Was I really doing this? Was I really letting my little brother suck my dick? Was I this twisted of a man, wanting to feel my brother’s mouth on my cock, his tongue lapping up my precum? Hell yeah, I thought. “I’m… gonna… cum…” I moaned, unable to stay quiet. My orgasm shook my body, legs growing weak as I experienced the best blowjob of my life. “Fuck, man,” I said, pulling my dick back through the hole, momentarily forgetting who was on the other side. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” As soon as I had regained control of myself, I realized I had to run before Will saw me. I darted out of the booth and out of the store, driving as quickly as I could. What the fuck did I just do? Had I seriously just had my own brother suck my dick and swallow my cum? And had it been the hottest experience of my life? I tried to keep cool throughout dinner, hoping I hadn’t given myself away. Will gave me harsh glances, but that was nothing new. It wasn’t until we got ready for bed and I made fun of his pajamas that everything fell apart. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock,” I told him, showing off. I wondered if Will recognized my dick, knowing it was the same one he had swallowed only hours before. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my thick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” I said, getting hard off the attention. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” Will asked. In that moment, I knew I had him. His armor was breaking. I was going to expose him, even if only for my own benefit. I kept pushing, making him mad, saying things I knew would not only get him upset but also horny. He played right into my hand. Even seeing that he had a bigger dick than my own didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our battle. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I asked him. From that point, I had him. I knew I could blackmail him if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my goal. The deviant voice was turning my thoughts in a direction I had never considered before. Sure, I was able to get all the pussy I wanted, but, as I stood before my brother, both of us with our dicks hard, I found myself wanting only one thing: him. I thought it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him inside me. Yes, I wanted him inside me. Seeing his huge dick awoke inside me a hunger I assumed women felt when they saw my cock. I had never been afraid of trying new things, and this felt as if it would be the ultimate sexual experience. Little did I know how ultimate it was about to get. “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked, looking at the tattoo on Will’s chest. “I’m poz,” he said. This was a turn I hadn’t expected. “How long?” “A few weeks. Almost two months.” Never had I imagined Will doing something so crazy, so risky, so… hot. I knew in that moment that I should have been afraid, wanting to call the whole thing off, but I found myself only wanting him more. I needed him inside me one way or another. I knew then that this was the next level of my journey. Seeing my brother, the picture of a sexual deviant, I knew who I had to become. One way or another, I was determined to get my way. ### “I’m gunna cum,” Will moaned, his sweat dripping onto my body. We'd fucked almost every night, several times each night. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, proving the men in our family were good fuckers. “Do it,” I said, smiling, knowing what was about to happen. Since Will would only fuck me with a condom on, I had been forced to get creative. I had lulled him into a sense of security, willingly giving him my ass. All I had to do was wait for the right time. I hid the condoms I had left, condoms I only had if a bitch made me wear one and I was desperate, and traded them out for new and “improved” condoms I knew I’d prefer. All it took was a few jabs from a needle and I was set. I was so fucking horny knowing that my poz brother was fuckin me full of his toxic cum, and he didn’t even know it. I could feel his cum shooting into me, a new sensation of warmth spreading throughout my body. “Shit,” Will said, looking down at something I couldn’t see, his orgasm glow vanishing. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” I hissed, already feeling the burn of his cum in the scratches I had made at the start of our fucking. It really was too easy. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” he said, standing up and showing me his dick. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” I reached down and felt my hole, loving the feeling of being used. “Yeah. Feels like you did.” I continued to shove his escaping cum back inside my swollen lips as he freaked out over the blood and the cum and the condoms. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in,” I said. He stared at me, his fear fading to confusion. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” I told him. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” I loved the look on his face. “Why would you do that?” “So it would break.” “Why would you want it to break?” Revealing to Will how fucked up of a person I was felt like one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. I had always known that I was twisted, but admitting to someone else, especially someone so close to me, got me hard. Even with the look of horror on his face, I found myself turned on knowing that his toxic cum was swimming inside me. I had never imagined myself going this extreme, but it had felt right. It felt like the natural progression of my journey. “What if you get sick?” he asked me. I shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk,” I said. “If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers.” We didn’t speak for the rest of the night. By the time I woke up, Will was already out of the room. “Mom, where’s Will?” I asked. “Went for a run,” she said. I went back to our room and packed up my things, knowing I needed to give him some space. I didn’t want to push him further and risk exposing us both. Clearly, in his mind, I had gone too far. For myself, I knew I had only just started out on a new path. “Leaving already?” my mom asked, though there was a hint in her voice that showed she was relieved. “Got to get back to work,” I told her. “Mom, let Will know that I’m glad we were able to get closer the past few days. I hope he and I can get together and do it again soon.” ### “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands holding my legs up as Alan slammed his dick inside my hole. When I got back home, I started looking up the best places to cruise for dick, specifically poz dick. For now, I was done with pussy. Maybe I’d return, but, for now, all I wanted was for someone to fill me up. I met Alan at a local park where men met at night to fuck in the woods. I’d fucked in public settings before, but this felt different. Our eyes met instantly, both of us watching as two men shoved their dicks inside a twink’s stretched hole. Alan nodded his head to a section of the park which was unused, and I followed after him. The second we were alone, I pulled my pants down and turned around, showing him my ass. “Eager, aren’t you,” he said. Alan looked to be about forty, his gray hair stretching down to his face in a well-kept beard. Though his hair showed his age, his body didn’t. He was thinner than me, but showed muscle. I instantly got hard. “Know what this means?” he asked, lifting up his shirt and revealing a biohazard tattoo on his stomach. I smiled. “Means I’m in for a good fuck,” I said, spreading my cheeks. Alan smiled. “Yes you are,” he said, shoving a finger inside my ass and tearing me open again. More than a week later, and we were still fucking just as hard as we had that night. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I told him. Clearly, having Alan fuck me every night wasn’t stretching me out as much as I would have expected. “The biggest you’ve had?” he asked, winking at me. “No,” I told him. “My brother’s dick is bigger.” He smiled at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I looked at the biohazard tattoo on his stomach and watched as it moved with each thrust, his sweat dripping down his body. “No. That’s fucking hot.” ### Sunday morning came, and I woke up sweating profusely, a horrible headache splitting my head. I felt sick, as if I had gotten the worst flu I had ever experienced. I smiled. I didn’t know if it had been Will or Alan, but I didn’t care. The risk had been fun. Now, I just had to ride this out and reap the rewards on the other side. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Wasn't sure how to get Jay back into the story this soon, so I thought this would work for the time being. Jay is considerably more twisted than Will, and his chapter shows that. I don't see Alan sticking around, but maybe someone else will catch Jay's eye in the future...

Last weekend I went back to my favourite sex club in Paris. It's been a while that I went and I was in total top mode. During the two hours there I just needed to push my cock inside as many bare holes as possible. Around 15 holes were able to take my raw cock and 3 of them took my seed inside their guts. Towards the end of the evening I noticed a rather young Asian boy. He seemed very shy. He was slim fit form what it looked like. I'd guess early 20s. And he was dressed in black sports gear. While most people in the club were fully naked he was wearing black sneakers, shiny black shorts and a sports shirt. He was standing close to the darkroom and I noticed how he was watching two guys doing a rough mouth fuck. He seemed very shy. As he watched the guys doing their, he moved his hands discretely into his shorts to play with his cock. After a moment he started walking deeper into the darkroom. I couldn't see much but followed him, and also noticed how he ended up standing next to a guy I had bred earlier and who was exposing his ass to willing tops. I went on my knees in front of the shy Asian twink. Since he watched the mouthfucker earlier I wondered if he'd like to experience thay himself. As my face was in front of his crotch, he pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock. It was a very nice, decent size cock, fully shaved and rock hard. I started sucking him slowly but all the way. Touching his balls with my tongue as his cock was all the way inside my throat. He loved that treatment and started holding my head to take control and do the fuck movements using my throat. He started pulling out his cock from my mouth to slap his rock hard shaft in my face again and again then push it all the way in while holding my head in position. it felt so good being used by this boy and seeing how he changed from the shy boy into a dominant top who just had one goal to dump his seed inside a hole. At this stage the young and innocent looking boy in his sports gear needed some real fuck. He pulled out of my mouth, moved behind the guy next to us that was exposing his ass to anyone who needed it. He still had his shorts just pulled down as far to expose his cock. And then he rammed his bare cock inside this hole. I sensed from the beginning that he was hesitant to fuck bareback, afraid of the risk he exposes himself to. He was dressed versus all others naked, he just watched guys and discretely worked his cock in his shorts, then just getting his cock pleased through some very safe blow job and mouth fuck. But now he just havd one need which was to fuck and unload his seed inside a willing hole. He started fucking like a rabbit, holding the other guy's hips firmly to fuck his raw cock inside this cum dump, using him to milk his cock and ready to shoot his load deep inside. As I saw this young boy having lost all sense of being careful and controlling himself to just fuck his brains out, little did he know that the load that I had dumped earlier inside their hole was fully toxic as I was not on any meds for a while. This young innocent cock was fully exposed to my dirty seed that was trying to penetrate his raw cock with the only goal to infect him and remind him forever what it means to fuck anonymius holes in the darkroom of a sex club without ever putting on a rubber... I am very happy that working his boy cock with made mouth made him give in to his dark desires to fuck and unload inside an anonymous wet hole... And I am sure the next time he will just know what's best for his cock and forget about the foreplay but just fuck how we are all made to fuck by mother nature...

Chapter 6 The guy pushed it halfway in and held it there. He knew that all the Lube he had was from the Cum and piss and that would not insulate the tender walls from this piece of hell that was about to change the Kid. The Kid’s eyes opened up and he said “ Oh shit ! That is really burning “. One of the guys asked “ You like that Kid “? With his mind wrapped around the intense blazing fire in his rectum all he could say was “ not sure. Maybe “ . When he said that the guy that was holding the shard n his ass pushed it finger deep up the Kids burning canal. They all knew that once all that shard melted the Kid would be flying high and be in heat for any and everything he could get. About that time someone came through the brush into the clearing and said “ This is the Kid you advertised “ ? The one guy said “ Yes, what’s your pleasure “ ? The new guy said “ I want his mouth”. The other guy smiled and said “ You know the Price “. The new guy handed him some rolled up bills and stepped up and unbuckled his pants. The guy that had assumed ownership for the Kid said “ Stop “. He looked at the Kid who by now was starting to feel the heat in his ass start spreading to all parts of his body. The Guy told the Kid “ Get on your knees, Open his pants and lick his meat”. The Kid hesitated for a moment and then reached up and unzipped the guys pants and pulled then down. The guys cock came out and the Kid looked at it. It was on the smaller size and the Kid thought that this wasn’t going to be to bad to suck it. The Kid got closer and started to smell the stink on the guy’s cock. It had been up and ass and wasn’t cleaned off at all. The Kid hesitated when he smelled it but the guy standing in front of him had paid for the Kid’s mouth and wasn’t going to be denied. He grabbed the Kid’s head and pulled him forward to his crotch and rubbed the Kid’s face around. The guy that was selling the Kid said “ open your mouth and please the client “. The Kid suddenly realized what he was talking about. He was going to sell the kid all night. The Kid was horrified at first of the thought but except for the money this wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before. He opened his mouth and let the dirty cock in his mouth. He didn’t like this very much but realized if he could spit a lot on it the taste wasn’t to bad. That and the Heat that was radiating in his groin had him on cloud nine and he was feeling really good and that deep desire was really getting stronger. The guy was impatient and started fucking the Kid’s mouth. The Kid’s slobber was dripping off his chin while the guy used the mouth in front of him. The Guy wasn’t much over six inches so the Kid had no problems accepting him. The guy got close to shooting and pulled back. The Kid had a disappointed look on his face and the guy ordered the Kid to lich his nuts. The Kid stared licking and cleaning the Guys sack with his tongue and mouth. The guy said “ Oh man, this Kid really knows how to take care of my needs. I just might have to go a second time “. The Kids handler said “ That will cost you another entrance fee “. The guy said “ It is worth it ”. The guy Pulled back long enough for the Kid to open his mouth and engulf the cock in front of him. The guy stared working his cock at a frenzied pace. Everyone knew the Kid was bout to taste the guys cum. The guy groaned and held the Kids head firmly against his groin. The Kid could taste the guys cum. It tasted extra strong, like he hadn’t cum in a while. There was a lot of cum but it was enough to get the Kid’s mouth tasting of cum. During the Guys climax he farted a couple times, the second fart sounded really wet. One of the guy reached behind the guy and felt t, It didn’t smell but was definitely a lot of cum. The guy said I think he has been having fun. The guy that had just shot off said he hadn’t cum for a while and really needed it. He also said that the cum in his ass was from a couple POZ guys up the hill that paid him to take both their toxic loads. He said this was the best night in a while. Hot his trunk filled and sucked off and still have gas money. One of the guys that was there from the start pulled the Kid up and wanted to get in his ass again but the handler said to wait a few. He asked the Kid if he was thirsty after that. The Kid only replied “ I’m parched “. The guy got in his bag and got out a bottle of Gatorade and offered it to the Kid. He said that it wasn’t cold but it was wet. The Kid gladly took it and drank over half or it in no time. The Handler said “ Finish it off, you don’t want to get dehydrated, do you?” The said “ no Sir “. The handler smiled and thought to himself. The Gatorade was dosed with G and it would be working on the Kid. With that and the Shard he got shoved in his ass, He figured the Kid was his for the night, and he had plans for the night with this Kid

Part 13- Trip to the Pig Pen Cole let himself be led down a hallway, that ended at a loading dock. There was a horse trailer there. He was led inside, and his chain bolted to the back. “Aight hog, it’s been fun, but you’re off to your new home”, the man grinned. “Oh, by the way, this guy is a regular client. He paid us for a special bull. This one we’ve been working on a lot longer than you, you’re both getting shipped out together.” As he said this, Cole felt the weight shift in the trailer, and turned around. A monster was behind him. The thing stood at least 6’8in. He was hairless all over, with unnatural bulging muscles. It was like looking at something described in Greek mythology. He had massive pierced tits, with biohazard symbols around either one. The tip of his cock had a massive PA through it, but the true horror laid below: at least six studs went through the underside of his 10in cock, forming a ladder. ”Enjoy the trip”, the man snickered at he closed the door to the horse trailer. A truck engine roared to life, and they were moving. They had barely left when suddenly the beast threw itself on top of Cole. He now weighed 450lbs but it was all fat. Whatever this man was, he was all muscle. With a roaring grunt he forced himself inside Cole. Despite the fact that Cole was so gaped that he could now probably get fisted, the size and piercings of the cock made him yell out. The thing clamped its massive paw over Cole’s mouth and nose, and soon after he lost consciousness. They traveled that way for hours. Cole only passed out once, and even though the creature never removed its cock (it was always hard and always seemed to be cumming), Cole adjusted to it, and actually began to derive some sort of pleasure. After a few hours, night gave way to day, as Cole could see the sun through the slits in the roof of the trailer. They traveled all day, and it was night again when the truck began slowing down. Suddenly it was backing up, and then stopped. A few minutes later the door swung open. Cole was still pinned under the monster. “Get it off him”, a man said. He heard a zap and the man roared, thrusting into Cole violently one last time and cumming, but then removing his cock and retreating. The second Cole tried to look around a hood was thrown over his head. “Put him in the pen”, the voice said. Cole was led by his chain a few meters away. He heard a door open, and felt straw beneath him. It felt clean and warm, the first real sensation he remembered in weeks that wasn’t feeding or fucking. “Kneel”, the voice said. He kneeled down, expecting some sort of punishment.” Instead his collar was removed. He stayed there a few seconds, then heard the door shut again. After a few moments went by, the voice said “You can take off the hood”. Cole removed the hood slowly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but this had not been it. Straw covered the floor. The room was colored red from the bare bulbs that hung from the rafters of what was clearly another barn. As he looked around, he appeared to be in some sort of pit. The walls were at least 10ft high, with bars extending from the tops of them all the way to the ceiling. A ramp led up to a barred door. Looking down from the door was a man. He was dressed in boots, jeans, and a flannel jacket with a cowboy hat. Again, Cole wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this had not been it. “I’m Lou. I’ll be taking care of you from now on. Get some rest, if you can, I’ll be back later”. He had a calm, even voice, almost… caring? He left. As Cole began to register what was going on, a noice drew his attention. He realized he wasn’t alone in the pit. He looked around, and saw at least 11 large masses shifting in the red gloom. He slowly crawled into the nearest corner, but his movement was halted as he backed into something warm and fleshy. He turned around and saw a man, with similar piercing to his own, and a body to match, however he had at least 100lbs on Cole. It was a feat he was even standing. “Who… who are you?”, Cole stammered, the first real words he had said in weeks. “No one. Neither are you”, the man grunted. As he said this, Cole watched him shifting the folds of his fat until he found and freed his cock, jerking it to attention. Even covered with fat, it was a massive thing. “Welcome to the Pig Pen”. Cole was suddenly aware of a presence behind him. He turned around and saw a mass of flesh bearing down on top of him, all of the other figures he had first seen converging, pinning him down. As he was lost in the mass of fat, he felt the first cock enter his ass, and he moaned…. Just like a hog. ——- The End. —— Thanks for the patience with this last part, Needed to take some time to figure out where I wanted to take it. I’m going to take a break now, but will likely start a new series dealing with the rest of the pigs and Lou, and try exploring that some. In the meantime, feedback is welcome, but nitpicking is not.

Part 17 I found myself back in the hallway, a bit blinded by the harsh lighting after spending so much time in complete darkness. I was also feeling dizzy from all the poppers, the sweat scent, and the heat in the room. I realized I was drenched in sweat myself and the air conditioning in the hall was blowing right on me, making me shiver. The cold air woke me up abruptly, and snapped me back into reality. I was standing in the middle of the hall, with just my shorts and socks on, shirtless with my t-shirt loosely tucked in my back pocket and my shoes thrown behind me. I needed to get back to my room quickly. What if someone I knew saw me? What time was it? I had no idea how long it had lasted. I slipped my t-shirt on, picked up my shoes, and made my way to the stairwell and down to my room. I checked my phone, it was 1:30AM. I had been gone for about an hour. At that point, I was just too tired to jerk off or even shower and I just collapsed onto my bed, 2 poz loads in my ass. I woke up around 7AM the next morning. The smell of cum and sweat coming from me was very strong and the scent coming from my pits got me horny again. I remembered that I hadn’t shot my load the day before and started jerking my cock. I had never been this horny, but I was also thinking that I should save it. I edged myself a few times before I jumped into the shower, in order to prepare for my day, but also hopefully cool down a bit. At breakfast, my colleagues were already deep in a work discussion. I tried getting into it but my mind was just not fully there. One of them noticed -“You look a bit tired this morning.” -“Yeah, I didn’t really have a good night of sleep.” I answered, kind of absentmindedly. Some food and coffee got me back into shape and the day went by fine. From time to time though, I was thinking about what had happened the night before. Upon returning to my hotel at the end of the conference’s second day, I was back into panic mode. I was beating myself up for being such a airhead and forgetting my PrEp back home. I was mad at myself for not even being strong minded enough to stick to my resolution of making wiser decisions. Getting back to my room, I spent an hour googling for clinics that could offer post exposure treatments. There was nothing in a reasonable radius from my hotel and I would have had to skip the conference the next day in order to get a taxi and get myself there. Plus I didn’t have insurance in this country, so adding everything up, it would have cost me a small fortune. As the available options looked fewer and fewer, my mind started to cool down and reason. I had spent the entire night with those loads inside me. It was probably too late anyway. And I had gotten through unscathed the first time in Paris. Maybe I would get lucky again. I also looked back at all those years I had played bareback without getting anything, and this thought put my mind to rest somehow. I had a great night of sleep that night, even waking up early to hit the gym and go for a run before the conference. The last three days of the week went well, I was focused on my work, socialized with other people at the conference, and even if the fear was still in the back of my mind, its grip was slowly fading as the days passed. Friday came, and a text message arrived. -“Hey boy! Be ready to leave at 8pm tomorrow! Pack some clothes, you won’t come back until Sunday morning most likely!” I hadn’t heard from him since Monday. -“I had an idea too!” he added, with a little demon emoji. My cock throbbed immediately. My weekend seemed to be all lined up by him, and I thought that Friday evening would be my only opportunity to explore by myself some local bathhouses. After dinner, I ditched my colleagues again and got ready. I put my jockstraps on, slid some poppers into my pocket and ordered an Uber. A short fifteen-minute drive and I found myself in a parking lot in front of what looked like a warehouse. The area was a mix of small commercial and residential suburban lots, and I couldn’t see where the entrance was at first. I then noticed a small group of guys making their way around the building and I followed them to a double metal door dimly lit with a little light fixture placed above it. A sign was posted on one of the panels with the name of the bathhouse and some rules. I paid the cover for a room, picked up the key and made my way up some stairs to my room. I stripped down to my jocks, put my stuff into the small locker by the bed, and lied down on the mattress. It was still quite early, and I thought I would just get myself a bit more into the mood by watching some porn on my phone, jerk off a bit while sniffing some poppers with my door slightly open.

Was at work on Monday browsing NKP see a guy with the most beautiful cock. And like any good bottom I imagine how it feels. Well I get a message. I'm surreptitiously responding. Whilst I've new starter with me. We swap numbers he says he's free that afternoon if I needed to be bred. Well it's been a while since I've been fucked nearly 5 months. I tell him this and he says come over I'll remind you what you've been missing. So I've never worked so fast I was done for the day by half one on my way to his. By two I was on my knees sucking and gagging on his huge cock.. it was so big. But you know jsut cause its big doesn't necessarily mean they know how to use it. I've had some great fucks from all sorts of sizes. And equally awful ones from guys with big ones. But after getting him nice and hard.. he ordered on all fours as the hot older skin in full kit proceeds to pound me gradually at first building harder and deeper. Wow jsut wow. I was in absolute heaven as he made me cum as he proceeded to fuck me for the next 30 minutes til he emptied his cum deep inside me. I walked out of there on shaky legs....... am so going back he definitely in no uncertain terms reminded me what I have been missing....... i need more

I got hit up by this cute 18 y/o boy named Noah who wanted a quickie after school. I can't host and was a bit freaked out that he was still in HS and insisted he show me his DL before I would do anything at all. He was able to host thankfully as I can't and he was impossibly cute, shaggy curly blonde hair, cut face, blue eyes, smooth body and a nice sized uncut cock. I was kind of taken aback as to why he'd want to get with me, but he admitted he didn't want his buds to know he was "like that". I'm a pretty sympathetic listener and explained that I got it. We had been chatting a while and agreed to meet up today once he got out of school. We had talked about what we wanted sexually, which was to flip fuck, and had talked about barebacking. He said he wanted to talk about it in person once we'd met and that he'd feel more comfortable that way. It could be reductive and say I like a challenge, but I'm open to all kinds of play. We met up outside by his house and started chatting. He admitted he was too scared for me to know where he lived and wanted to talk first, which was cool. I was willing to do whatever to get with this hottie. Once we met up though I was totally charged up and horny as fuck and I got the sense he was too. He kept playing with his cock and it was obviously as big as he had alluded to. He finally agreed to go back to his house and once inside he was all over me, kissing me intensely, groping my cock and telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I reminded him I needed to see his ID and he pulled out his wallet and driver's license which, honestly, I barely looked at. Yes, his name was Noah, and I seared his last name in my mind so I could search up on him when I got home and memorized his DOB too. He cautioned me that while he had time to have some fun his parents would be home anywhere from 6 to 7 and we needed to get down to it. I smiled broadly at that and said OK, and we moved to his bedroom, locked the door and stripped down. We were deep into kissing each other and soon were on the bed, me grinding my cock up against his ass and wanting to put it in him in the worst possible way. He's awkwardly stretching for his nightstand and can see and hear him fumbling for something and he winds up handing me lube. Saying nothing I quickly lube up my cock and his ass and quickly force my cock inside him raw. His eyes are wide and his face live with delight as he's calling out "oh yeah" and "fuck yeah" as I enter him raw. He says nothing about wrapping and he clearly doesn't care to talk about in person as he'd mentioned earlier. Clearly, he wants raw, or he'd have said no. I have his legs over my shoulders and am driving deep inside his ass, kissing him deeply, telling him how hot he is and how bad I want to cum in him. He's also telling me how bad he wants my load, how hot my cock is, and not to pull out. I'm totally into him and before long I blast a load deep in his hole. I collapse on him telling him how hot he was and how much I enjoyed it. He's kissing me deeply back saying he loves how I did him and that he wants to do the same to me but wants to be honest. I pull him close in a hug and say I'm cool with whatever he has to say, and he admits to me that he's never been tested, and is that OK? I say it is, knowing full well he's not asked me my status before I bred him, not that I really cared. He's hot and I want his seed regardless. He looks relieved that I want his cum and eagerly roll on my back with him on top me and guiding his cock to my ass. I can reach my hand over to where the lube is lying on the bedspread and hand it to him and can feel him lubing up my ass and his cock. I'm gasping as I take his massive cock balls deep and don't give a shit that he doesn't know his status.... I want that cock and his load. And it doesn't take long until he is pounding me so hard, I can't even think straight. He's one of the biggest cocks I've taken in a while and he's hitting me in all the places I want to get fucked. He's kissing me deeply as I can barely breathe for the deep pounding he's giving me as I beg for him to cum in me. He finally gives me his load...an intense spasm, that I can feel all over me, inside and out. He collapses on me, panting, trying to catch his breath as I pull him in a bear hug, thanking him for giving me what I wanted. I know I should care about his status, but I wanted his load so bad I'm willing to take my chances. I loved that he took me no questions so its not for me to get all butt hurt. He looked at the clock and said we had time for one more quickie and did I want to fuck him or me fuck him again? I told him I wanted to fuck him again and quick shot another load balls deep in his ass. We both collapsed on the bed and again started kissing each other. He asked me why I wasn't dating and I admitted I hated being committed to a guy and liked messing around with other guys and liked having multiple guys fucking me. He laughed and said that sounded a lot like him, and that he liked guys using his ass too. I asked how often he got it, and he admitted it was a mix of buds and guys off apps. I admitted that was cool as I met up with guys off of apps and liked having fun like he did. It was getting late in the day and he was getting nervous about his parents coming home and said I should get going. I thanked him and said I was down to hook up any time he wanted and he said he was as well. He thanked me for being chill about not knowing his status and we had another bear hug before I left. I know I have no problems taking his seed and am guessing there are LOTS of guys that would take his seed as well.

Luke pulled on his shorts and went back to cleaning. Despite his many lengthy breaks he’d made good progress. Most of the attic had been sorted and he probably only had one more day’s work left. That realization came with several twinges of sadness; it meant that the house would be ready to sell, that connection to his grandfather gone, and because the attic had become firmly part of his erotic imagination. Every word he read lived on in his mind, resurfacing at random and bringing him back to that hot, powerless night in NYC. His hook up the night before had been entirely driven by his wish to feel what the author was describing. Though he would take the journal and the box with him when he was finished, it would never be quite the same as sitting in the attic in a dirty old jock reading about someone else’s sexual awakening – possibly his Uncle Nick’s. That night Luke jerked off again, dreaming of what it would feel like to be fucked by Brett and the author, though now he imagined a young version of his uncle. He shot his load over himself, and fell asleep with it drying in his chest hair. He woke up the next morning and dressed without showering. He put the jock on once more. He knew he’d have to wash it eventually, it was starting to get a little ripe, but it turned him on so much to feel the old fabric against his body he couldn’t help himself. No one else was around when he went downstairs, so he grabbed a couple of waters and left. The oppressive heat was back, just walking to the car made Luke sweat. The attic was going to be like a sauna all day. He groaned when he got into the attic, it was worse than he’d imagined. Yesterday’s rain had only added to the humidity and it was like walking into a dusty sweat lodge climbing the attic ladder. After five minutes of work Luke was dripping in sweat, by the end of the first hour he’d tossed his shirt aside. He hauled box after box across the attic floor, tossing the contents into its respective piles and schlepping the trash downstairs. He’d moved a lifetime of refuse and memories now and was down to the truly forgotten and unwanted. The far back corners of the attic, places where things had been put probably before any of his aunts or uncles were even born. He tossed out moth eaten sweaters, stacks of old cards so faded you couldn’t read them anymore, cheap holiday decorations that had long ago fallen apart. He found ancient baby clothes, and a box full of nothing but socks. By lunchtime however, when he looked around there was nothing left. The only things in the attic were the things waiting for the weekend for his father to help him get down, everything else was gone. It looked so big now without all of the junk, big and empty. Luke slugged back and entire bottle of water at once and stretched his arms high above his head. He stank, and he liked it. He moved over to the old blanket he’d left on the floor and stretched out. No one was expecting him anywhere, and with the attic now as empty as he could get it he had no further responsibilities. He grabbed the journal box. One last wank he thought – and then he’d be done in the attic. We didn’t get power back till late that night. We were still laying in Brett’s bed. We had become so caught up in each other and our lust that I don’t think we would have noticed except the fan in Brett’s window came back on sending a cool breeze over out naked bodies. “There goes our excuse to not wear clothes,” Brett said when we noticed the fan. “I’m not sure we need an excuse anymore.” “You’re hooked now aren’t you? You cant get enough of this.” “I don’t know, maybe,” in truth when he’d asked me I hadn’t been sure. I had thought that maybe the joy and lust I’d been feeling had been isolated to that special time, that when the power came back on I’d come to my senses. I guess guys who come to their senses don’t then get fucked three more times by their roommate or deposit their own load in his ass before going to work. I don’t know if I’m gay – but writing all this down has shown me it’s not a fluke, I enjoyed it and I want more. Really its just made me horny as fuck. I wish Brett was home right now I’d go into his room and just get on my knees. I want to suck him so bad. Its not just him – I want a man’s cock in my mouth so bad. I wanted that guy at work to fuck me. I wanted him to feel the loads Brett had left inside me when he slid in. I suppose that’s the most definitive answer anyone’s ever gotten from a journal. I like having sex with men. I like getting fucked. I want to get fucked more. July 27th, 1977 It’s been two weeks since Brett first fucked me and then spent the two days of the blackout teaching me about gay sex. I’m still not entirely sure I know how to process what happened, but I know that I liked it and that I don’t want to stop. I haven’t stopped. There hasn’t been a day in those two weeks where we haven’t had sex. Most of the time Brett fucks me but I’ve been fucking him too. Honestly, I like fucking him but what I really like is feeling his cock inside me. I like getting fucked. God, it’s gotten so much easier to admit that. This morning, laying in bed after both just getting off, Brett asked me how I was doing, what I was thinking about in respect to all the sex we’d been having. It felt a little silly to be having this sort of conversation when my ass was literally wet from his load, but… “It feels amazing, and I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you’re asking,” I had replied. “That’s not quite what I’m asking but good to know.” “Look, I don’t know what I am really, so don’t ask me that; but I do know this feels fucking incredible, and I want more of it. For the first time in my life I’ve been consciously checking out guys, which is new, but good.” “What do you think about these guys?” “Oh that they’re hot and…” “And what?” “Well, just the things I’d like to do with them.” “Oh? Like what?” “I… Ok… I hope this doesn’t upset you, but I want to get fucked. I see these hot guys on the street and I think about them bending me over. I think about feeling them inside me. I Imagine them shooting their loads into me.” “Fuck! Why would I be mad,” he grabbed me then and kissed me. He pulled me so tight it hurt my ribs. “So you wanna get fucked by more guys than just me.” He was grinning. “Yeah…” I said sheepishly. “Well we can make that happen for sure.” He kissed me again. Obviously, the thought of me getting fucked by more guys turned us both on, because our cocks got hard again. Brett rolled on top of me and spread my legs, sinking his hard cock into my wet hole. It was easy to take him now, and I pulled my legs up to my chest so he could fuck deep inside my hole. He fucked another big load into me and then went to work. July 29th, 1977 That guy came into work again yesterday. The older guy with the mustache. As soon as I saw him I couldn’t help but imagine what that moustache would feel like against my skin. He was dressed in dirty white high tops, a pair of short cut off jean shorts that clung tight to his thick hairy legs, and a white thin tank top. A wild pelt of dark hair burst out from the tank in all directions, and occasionally a pink nipple would slip from the side. It was hard not to stare at him. I’ve been noticing guys more and more but this was the first guy besides Brett I’d understood my attraction to. He sat down at a table with another guy, young with dark skin and short cropped hair. He was cute and thin and just a little effeminate. Until then I hadn’t thought that this hunk of a man might be gay. I took their orders and tried not to linger so long that I was obvious. Still I overheard the younger guy say, “down at the pier… seriously Mac he was huge. I thought I wouldn’t be able to walk home.” Could they be taking about what I thought they were, I wondered. The whole time they ate I kept close to their table, probably being more attentive than was normal. When they had both finished their sandwiches the object of my desire got up to go to the bathroom, and then a short moment later the other guy followed. We have two bathrooms, so it wasn’t that crazy but it was odd for a pair to just leave their table completely. I walked back that way and noticed that only one of the doors was locked. When I leaned close I heard the unmistakable sounds of a stifled fuck. Jesus, they are gay, and they were fucking right there in the restaurant bathroom. I was instantly hard. I had to shift my boner around in my shorts, trying to not make it too obvious that I was hard as a rock when I went back out into the restaurant. It was impossible though not to imagine myself in the bathroom getting fucked. Brett and I had been fucking so often my ass felt permanently ready to take cock. About five minutes later they came back to the table, both a little flushed. They say down, finished their drinks and then my guy asked for the check. I brought the bill over to them, trying to sense who had just been the bottom. I guessed it was the younger guy, but maybe that was my wishful thinking. They paid in cash, and then both were gone. I collected the money – they had tipped well. I was about to crumple up the bill sheet when I noticed something extra written on it. It was a phone number followed by ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’. My heart skipped, and my cock throbbed. The guy had left me a note‽ He had noticed me, which scared me; but he also seemed to be into me, which excited me. I looked around making sure no one was paying attention to me and then pocketed the note. It feels so crazy, I know that I want this guy, but I’m also a little terrified. Despite how brazenly I told Brett I wanted to have sex with other men it still felt like a big step. Brett now feels safe, he is known; but this guy is new and sexy and forward. That’s something entirely different. Yet even right now looking at the note laying on my dresser my cock twitches. Baby steps. July 20th, 1977 I woke up this morning so horny I couldn’t stand it. My mind was on sex as soon as my eyes opened. Brett was laying on top of the sheets, naked, on his back. Sun clipped across him from the half-closed curtains and made his blond chest hair shine. His cock had the semi-hardness of a man almost awake, just enough to make it fat and lift slightly from his balls. I slithered down the bed and swallowed the head of his cock. He started to thicken in my mouth, and slowly wake up. I knew he was awake when his hands came to the back of my head, and he started to fuck my throat. His hips bucked up, forcing my nose into his pubes. Soon his moaning turned to panting. Then with a long groan he shot down my throat and I swallowed his load. “Fuck,” he moaned as I crawled up his body and kissed him, “what was that for?” “I woke up with a need for cock,” I replied honestly. “I’m glad I could help then.” “Me too,” another long kiss, and we both laughed. Brett stretched, running his fingers along my back. “God I don’t want to go to work.” “When are you back?” “Not till late. I’m at the store today, and the bar tonight.” “Fuck,” I said, laying my head on his hairy chest. “Yeah, ok… If I don’t get up I won’t.” He rolled to the side, getting up and padding barefoot to the bathroom. “What are you doing today?” He shouted from the other room. I stretched and licked the last of Brett’s load from my lips. The sound of piss hitting the bowl came from the bathroom. “I don’t know,” I shouted back. My own cock was still hard as a rock. “I have the day off. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m not sure. Maybe go up to the park and enjoy the sun.” “Damn, I wish I had the day off. Eating your sweaty ass after you’ve been out in the sun all afternoon sounds perfect.” “Don’t offer things you can’t give ass hole! I’m horny enough as it is.” When he was gone, and I was laying naked alone in the bed we shared most nights I was still so horny I couldn’t think about anything else. All those errands I had to run seemed impossible, all I could think about was my cock. I was slowly stroking myself when my thoughts drifted not to Brett but to him – to Mac. For the first time ever a guy had tried to pick me up. He’d left me his phone number, I still had it. ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’ written in a sharp straight letters under a phone number. I held that little slip of paper in one hand, my other hand on stroked my cock slowly. I imagined his thick dark mustache, his big pink nipples, his hairy chest, the tight shorts, and the hefty looking bulge. I remembered the hushed sounds of him fucking his friend in the bathroom. My eyes drifted to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall. I could call him. I could call another man and ask him to fuck me. I in theory that was exactly what I wanted, but it took a lot of nerve. I was horny, but some logic still floated around in my brain. Enough logic at least to make me nervous about just calling him. Still, I knew… or I guess I felt, somewhere deep inside that it was honestly only a matter of time. Brett had opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to explore it. There was no world in which Brett would be the only man I would fuck… it was only a question of when it would happen. I got up, naked, and hard, walked to the phone, and dialed. It rang for what felt like ages. Then a deep, rough voice said, “This is Mac.” My heart thudded in my throat, stopping my voice. I struggled for a beat, and then managed to blurt out, “Hi! Um, you came into my restaurant yesterday. You… um… you left your number.” “Oh the cute waiter who couldn’t keep his eyes off us. How are you?” “Good, I’m good.” I laughed nervously, “how are you?” “I’m alright, listen kid, I was just about to run out.” “Shit, I’m sorry! No worries…” “You free tonight?” “Yeah, yeah I’m free.” “Great, meet me at Julius at like 7ish?” “Juluis.” “Yeah, 10th Street and Waverly.” “Alight, I’ll see you then.” We hung up. I was shaking but my cock was also dripping precum. I was still complete hard but I forced myself to get dressed to run my errands. Nothing wildly interesting. I dropped off a resume and my book at another paper, try and actually get a job in what I moved here to do. I did some laundry at the place around the corner, and I picked up groceries. By the time I was done it was just about five thirty. I’d never been to Julius before tonight, but I knew the area and it was maybe a twenty minute walk from the apartment. I took a long shower, cleaning every part of myself, and then stood naked in my room looking at my dresser with literally no idea what to wear. I was having drinks with another man, a man who I think had already expressed interest in fucking me, a man who I desperately wanted to be fucked by. In the end I modeled myself after Mac. I put on a tight white tank top, a jockstrap, and the tightest shortest jean shorts I owned. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was a little shocked. I’d never looked at myself like this, with this eye, but I looked hot. Or at least that’s my opinion. Hair popped out over the top of the tank, the jock held my cheeks high and the tight shorts showed off my still slightly hard cock. It was perfect. Julius from the outside looks everything you think a gay bar is going to look like. A long blank stucco wall along 10th Street, gives way to a heavy door inset into the corner of the building. There’s a little window in the door for someone to peer out of even. It made me kinda scared just walking up. The big beefy man sitting at the door barely looked at me though when I walked in. The inside was less formidable. I hadn’t noticed a big picture window on the other side of the door with a green neon sign hanging in the middle of it. A long bar in dark colors ran the length of the main room and a dingy mirror hung behind stacks of bottles in the back. There, sitting at the far end of the bar, was Mac. He wore a tight black t-shirt this time, with the sleeves cuffed up showing off his tanned skin. I smiled and walked over. He flashed a dazzling toothy smile from under the bushy mustache back at me and got up. I was immediately enveloped in a tight hug, his arms crossed around my torso. He smelled amazing, just the right amount of man musk wafted off of him. I felt the heat of his body against mine, and the weight of his arms on my shoulders, and felt myself starting to get hard. Embarrassed I pulled away. “Good to see you again,” he said. He seemed genuinely excited. He gestured to the seat next to him, and then ordered us each a beer. Then he just started talking. Maybe he sensed that I was nervous, but without missing a beat he took up the conversation. He asked me about work, and when I came to the city. We talked about his job (he owns a magazine shop), and how we had survived the recent blackout. Soon another round off beers was ordered and I started to relax. He's easy to talk to and radiates a kind of warmth. All of my fears seemed to melt away. He still radiates that sexual energy that drew my eyes in the restaurant but there’s more to him as well. He’s kind. Yet another set of beers were ordered and I realized his hand had drifted to my leg. He was slowly rubbing my thigh. My cock responded instantly, pressing hard against my jock and shorts. Another broad toothy grin burst across Mac’s face when he noticed me adjust myself. It seemed the most natural thing in the world how he shifted the conversation to sex. It just happened, without fan fair or lechery, suddenly I found myself telling him about sitting in my apartment in the heat of the black out with Brett. I told him freely about Brett saying he hadn’t been that interested in girls lately, and then coming out to me; his offer to show me what it was like to be with a guy; the blowjob’s we had shared; him eating me out; and untimely how we had ended up in his bed, with him on top of me as I took my first load. By that point Mac had an obvious bulge too, “So, you’ve only been fucking guy’s for like a week?” “Yeah,” I laughed a little nervously, “but there’s been a lot of it in that week.” It was Mac’s turn to laugh, “Shit. I can’t believe that… one week and here you are meeting a guy in a bar.” “Well when you put it that way…” I felt myself blushing. “Oh no! Cutie, its not a bad thing. I’m impressed. It took me so long to understand myself. I grew up in Iowa. Not really the easiest place for a gay kid, not like anywhere is really easy for a gay kid. I always knew I didn’t fit in, and wasn’t the same. In high school I eventually started to understand what about me was different. I had no interest in girls. I had way more interest in the captain of the football team. Joey Lewis. God he was fucking beautiful. Those think round looking muscles that guys get right as they become men when there is still a little baby fat on them. This sharp brown flat top haircut, and bright green eyes. Fuck. I remember the first time I really understood what was wrong with me – I know… I know… nothing’s wrong with me, but at the time I didn’t understand that – it was after gym class. Joey came round the corner heading to the shower, all swagger and confidence, buck ass naked with his towel over his shoulder. “He was the first guy in our class to really start to look like a man. He had this long strip of dense dark brown hair that spread across his chest from nipple to nipple and then down into the thickest bush you can imagine. Honestly he had ever reason to be confident naked in that locker room. Not only was he built and looked like more of a man than any of the rest of us but his cock was fucking thick. I can see it now. Big pink head swinging back and forth as he walked.” Mac adjusted himself, clearly getting turned on remembering his high school crush. “That night I jerked myself off so many times I was convinced my dick was going to fall off and I was going to go blind. “He walked to the showers like that every day for the first half of senior year, and every day I would turn my head just the tiniest bit so I could catch a glimpse of that cock swinging. I shot so many loads just from those quick flashes of his cock. Then a few weeks before Christmas break, we were assigned to do some stupid project together. I don’t remember what it was, that wasn’t the memorable part. We were working at his house after school one day, down in the basement. I remember that I’d bought over this massive stack of library books. We’d been going threw them for a while when he got up saying he wanted a snack or something. As he stood and stretched his shirt road up and my eyes must have flashed down to his exposed hairy stomach a little too obviously cause he said ‘are you staring again’ or something like that. I thought I was gonna shit my pants. ‘I know you watch me walk to the showers naked every day. You don’t gotta hide it. I like the attention.’ I was hard instantly. I didn’t know what to do. “Without saying anything else he just pulled his shirt off, and came around the table. He asked me if I’d ever done anything with a girl. I told him I’d gone to the make out spot a few times with girls but nothing serious, which was true. He said that his girlfriend was such a tease, and always left him so horny he’d been jerking off four times a day. When I tell you I was shitting bricks I mean it literally. I had no idea what to do. ‘But I’m getting kinda bored jerking off by myself. Why don’t we take a break from this and you can help me out. You like looking at my dick so much, do you want to touch it?” “He got naked right there in the basement, and I had no idea what I was doing. But I jerked him off like I would myself and he got so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it. I’ve seen a good number of cocks now and seriously Joey Lewis is fucking hung. I ended up sucking my first cock that night, and swallowing his load. After that every time he went through a dry spell with his girlfriend he would make up some pretext to see me. By the end of senior year he was sucking me off too and swallowing my loads. “We met up the summer after our first year of college. Turned out that there was some closet case on the football team where he went who he’d started hooking up with. More than that, Joey had learned that he liked to get fucked. I had always jerked off imagining him fucking me, but that summer I found out that I liked being a top. I fucked Joey probably four times a week. He had the most amazing furry ass. Fuck. To this day I can’t resist a furry ass. “Oh, fuck I’ve been talking for ages, I’m sorry.” “No!” I said, “Honestly that was hot as fuck.” “And all true.” “Good to know,” the beer had made me feel brave again, “cause I certainly have a furry ass.” “I don’t know if I believe you.” “Well,” I leaned in close to him, “You’ll just have to take my pants off and find out.” “Is that what you want me to do?” “Yes.” We were both very close and speaking in breathy whispers. “What else do you want me to do?” “I want you to fuck me.” “I live a couple of blocks away, let’s find out if you’re telling the truth about that hairy ass.” He basically ripped my clothes off as soon as we got inside his apartment. My shirt was flung to the side, my shoes kicked into a corner, my socks yanked down, and then my shorts flew off to land on a chair. In less than a minute of entering I was in nothing but a jock, that was wet from my leaking cock. I leapt forward and planted a kiss squarely on his mouth. His moustache tickled more than I had thought it would, but it was an exotic and new feeling. It felt sexy, [banned word], even more forbidden to feel this signifier of manhood against my face. Of course that is absolutely stupid, once you’ve had a guy shoot his load inside you you’ve pretty much crossed the last [banned word] off the list but still. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands through his thick chest hair. I smelled his pits as I did so, the perfect summer musk. On impulse I bent my head down and licked at his nipple, nibbling at the pink flesh. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He held me there, and then directed me to the other nipple. I flicked my tongue across that one too. All the while my hands explored his hairy body, moving further and further south. I finally got to feel his bulge and not just picture it. No wonder that guy in high school had wanted to get fucked by Mac all summer. It felt long and thick. I couldn’t help myself any more. I undid his shorts and shoved them down. He was commando, and without the shorts pushing it to the side, his cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach. I’m not sure if he pushed me down or I dropped to my knees on my own. My hands slid to his sides and I took in Mac’s complete nakedness for the first time. He has a square frame, not what I would call muscular but powerful. His whole front is covered in hair, it grows in one mass down his chest and onto his stomach. He’s pubes are a dense mound, out of which sprouts this beast of a cock. I know that this is only the second I’ve had but fucking hell. Hes got to be at least an inch longer than Brett and its just so fucking fat. The head is big and broad, like a really flat-topped mushroom. If you asked me to tell you how I wouldn’t be able to tell you in a million years, but I opened my mouth and swallowed half his cock down in one go. Immediately he was groaning, and fucking more of his cock into my mouth. It was hard to breath, and I was sputtering, and spitting, but it was so hot. He pushed so hard that I ended up backed onto the door with nowhere to go. I had to just let Mac fuck my throat. Occasionally he would pull his cock out and smack my face with it, leaving a thick smear of spit and cock juice on my cheeks. I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to take any more when he said “Goddamn. I could cum right down your throat. That’s not why we’re here though. I’m supposed to be checking to see if you told the truth about having a hairy ass.” He helped me up off the floor and lead me to the bedroom where he got behind me and knocked me face first onto the bed. I was now ass up in front of him. “Well, lets see what we have here,” he said with mock seriousness. He moved my cheeks side to side, pulling them apart, moving them around. He made little noises like he was thinking really hard about a math problem or a riddle. Then he said, “yes, this will do nicely. A bouncy, furry, boy but for me to breed.” His tongue then replaced his hands. I gasped so loudly I shocked myself. His tongue just dove in, he didn’t lap around the edges like Brett did. The warm wet organ just pushed immediately into me. Thank god I’ve been getting fucked by Brett so much or I wouldn’t have been able to deal with what Mac started to do. He punched his tongue in and out, pulling at my hole with it. Then he spat right onto my pink ring and started to slide a finger up and down in my crack. I arched back, and pushed my ass onto his fingers. Brett described me as a hungry bottom the other day, and I think this is what he meant. I wanted Mac’s cock so badly right then. “Fuck this pretty pink hole has opened right up for me. You weren’t kidding, your roommate must be fucking you all the time. Your hole is so ready.” “I told you, twice a day on a slow day.” “You think you can take my fat cock.” “Absolutely, I want you to fuck me till you shoot inside me.” He started to rub his cock against my hole. I felt it catch on the edge a few times before he lined the big mushroom head up and added more spit. He pressed slowly but firmly till my hole gave way. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt myself open up and his thick shaft start to slide inside of me. “Oh, Jesus Christ that’s big!” “Just breath, you’re doing great.” “Fucking give it to me.” He gave me a few deep pumps before saying, “You know what, not like this,” and pulling out. “Flip on your back.” I rolled over and grabbed my legs. He grinned, and lined his cock back up. It was easy to take him this time, he just slipped inside of me. I moaned as his pubes pressed into my taint. He lent forward, pinning my legs to my chest, and kissed me as he started to fuck me. It was a slow, tender kind of fucking. He slid most of the length of his member in and out, with a careful deliberate rhythm. I felt like I was turning to mush under him. My body felt open, and overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his moustache tickle my nose, as he kissed me. He kept up that steady pace, as I whimpered and moaned, and he kissed me. His breathing slowly changed, the muscles across his back tightening. Then in almost a whisper he said, “Here comes my first load.” He pushed deep into me, and froze. I felt his balls contract and his cock begin to pulse. He held us there for a very long time as he unloaded inside me. Throb after throb of his erect cock shot yet more semen into my guts. His load must have been massive with how long he held me there. I dropped my head back, beaming, assuming that was the end of it, when he took hold of my ankles and holding them wide began to fuck me again. “I’m usually good for two,” he said by way of explanation, and started to pound me. I was literally putty at this point. I would not be surprised if he told me I had started drooling. Every time he fucked his cock into me I shouted. I was covering in sweat. I had my hands flung back behind my head enjoying the pounding. My cock was leaking so bad that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked now. “Two weeks and you take cock like a champ. God your ass feels so good!” “Fuck me! Give it to me! Fuck yes.” “I can feel my load sloshing around inside you. I’m going to make you fucking leak.” “Fill me up!” “Here it fucking comes!” He let out a load roar and once more slammed inside me. This one didn’t last quite as long but it still felt massive. “Holy fucking shit,” Mac panted. He fell forward and kissed me. His cock slowly deflated inside me hole. “Goddamn that felt good.” “Seriously, fuck.” Mac kissed me again. We stayed like that for a really long time, eventually his cock got soft and slipped out of my hole. When we were both recovered Mac offered me another beer. We drank it in his kitchen, still naked, and chatted about life. He offered to show me around more, take me to some gay bars. In the end I gave him my number and we made plans to meet up the next Friday at Julius again. He kissed me at the door and then I left. I feel kinda guilty about it, now that I’m back home and laying in bed. Like I should have told Brett, but also I don’t know why I feel like that. He even said he would help me meet other guys… I’m sure it’ll be fine. Maybe he’ll enjoy coming home and finding me ass up in this jock with some guys loads in me. July 21, 1977 I guess I really had nothing to be worried about with Brett. He came home after he got cut at the bar around two. I was still up, laying in bed in just my jockstrap. He came into the room, already mostly naked and smacked my ass by way of greeting. “Careful, some loads might leak out.” “There is literally no way my loads for last night are still in you,” he said teasingly. “Who says they’re that old.” “What? Did you…” He dove down and licked my ass. “Fuck, you’re fucking full! Who fucked you.” “This guy Mac,” and as I started to tell him the story, he went back to licking Mac’s cum from my ass. Two things happened in almost perfect synchronization that snapped Luke out of his reading. One: His cock gave a powerful throb, announcing that he had, without intending to, crossed the point of no return, and he started to shoot big ropes of cum all over himself. Two: a voice said from almost right in front of him, “I guess you’ve enjoyed my journal.”

A fuck buddy asked me if I fancied a bit of fun with him and a mate. Obviously I was up for it. Little did I know it was more like a pre arranged sex party. Him and 5 other guys. Most the guys were daddy types which is a turn on for me. All older and horny tops. Only one of them which wasn’t my type but I’m not a rude person. Got to work and ended up taking a load off of each of them, a couple of them gave a few loads. I tried dp again and it hurt a lot so I had to stop that. The guy who wasn’t my type was actually the best fuck. His cock was perfect and he actually made me cum whilst fucking me which never happens. He then continued to fuck me after I had cum which I struggled with first but a couple of hits of poppers and I got through it. Really horny session but left me gaping and saw the next day. Haha

we are cut from the same cloth. i am a very sex focused male and my body experiences solid sexual use everyday. I love popperbating when not hooking up and have n ass that rivals a marecunt with what can fit up it. I am blessed to get to do porn and to travel to sex events and sex resorts across the USA. I am even more blessed to have a partner who rejects sexual monogamy as i do and encourages my promiscuous behaviors to the point he is often the camera guy on some of my porn scenes. I could live naked and just enjoy poppers, toys, and guys (cocks and hands) everyday. Penis and sodomy are center to my life and I credit this as the reason I don't drink, smoke, use recreational drugs (unless you count poppers). I never tire of talking about sex and having sex. I am a hypersexual hyper-promiscuous slut and damn proud of it!

Here's the thing, though. COVID had a significant fatality rate. A million people dead from COVID in the US in two years is substantial. Monkeypox isn't as fatal, but given what it's like to go through it, it's definitely something to avoid. HIV, for some reason, attracts a certain amount of fetishization. I'm sure it's a very complex thing, but a significant number of people have an attraction to getting or giving HIV, whereas I know nobody - at all - who has the same feelings about COVID or Monkeypox. It's true that untreated HIV is usually fatal, but we do have good treatments widely available now (in western countries at least) which kind of ameliorates the perceived craziness of "chasing" an otherwise incurable infection. As for drug use: frankly, I wouldn't care if the entire subject of drug use in sexual contexts were banned - I realize it's not going to happen, and I'm happy with the compromise of confining such discussions to the Backroom area, which can be easily avoided - just as bug chasing is confined to the same area, and likewise can be avoided.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

*AUTHOR NOTE*: inspiration comes from a real event but the development is pure fantasy; it's a one-time story, no second episodes are planned. *AUTHOR NOTE 2*: yeah, I fantasize about pozzing some of those sermonizers, but I'll never do it - first of all because they do not deserve any attention both from me and HIV! My virus is too smart to accept such an offense; but at least I can write a story about this... If someone feels insulted, well, I consider it a coming out as keyboard warrior and they already know my answer. --- He appeared showing a lion as avatar and I considered him an Internet user like any other; his name was a series of letters and numbers with apparently no meaning, nothing that could wake up my interest in knowing him further. Till he mentioned me in a forum post I replied to; I explained how gifting turns me on, despite I would never do it for real: "Let me ask", he quoted me. "If you really don't approve spreading HIV intentionally, why are you turned on by stories about it?" Maybe he felt disturbed by my profile, where I openly talk about my gifting fantasies; he didn't give a damn about the fact I was undetectable and could harm no one, even poz talking with complete strangers. He was too concentrated in sermonizing me and continued like that for the following week, with no answer from me. My plan was to exclude him with the "block/ignore" feature but it suddenly changed as soon as he came up with a private message: "You're a keyboard warrior! As far as I can guess, you're not poz! I don't believe it! Prove it to me!" That was an offense to my pride: me, a keyboard warrior? I could immediately send him my HIV test results in real time buying a self-test and recording it on video. "I won't descend to your level", I told myself and let it go without even looking at his profile. "Prove your poz status", the guy insisted every time he saw me on line; "any way you want!" ANY WAY? Fuck, I was getting hard just at the idea of having him on his back, feet over my shoulder, with my raw poz dick buried in him; without even knowing how he looked like or how his voice was. Just the challenging tone of his written words made me think it was time to teach him a lesson! HIV does not care about a person's physical appearance, why should I? But curiosity hit me: his profile was actually interesting! He claimed to be submissive, loved to be used and abused, in several profile parts he specified to be STD free and looking for "safe" people to be fucked by. Sexting welcome. I used the same approach I have for other contacts I sext with, reading his oldest posts I had quite a perfect idea of what buttons to push to turn him on; in a few days of messaging back and forth, he was virtually mine! I skipped on purpose the poz matter as my plan was taking shape: I had to conquest him during a meds holiday! I took my time, easy and daily sexting till I felt his complete submission. "Next week I'll be there", I announced surprising him. "You challenged me and I accepted it!" "Don't know what you're talking about", was his reply; a further demonstration of his inclination: he was a keyboard warrior! A sex hungry one though, as he gave me his address even without knowing how I looked like too. The week passed and I had scheduled an entire week-end out of town. We exchanged numbers but I did never get a call from him, just texts! I also had some doubts in the meantime: what if he texts because he can't talk or hear, if he's deaf and I poz him without knowledge? He could also be on PrEP, we purposely avoided such topics in plenty of time, sex was the only thing that mattered. "Door unlocked", I texted; "I'm there in 30 minutes. Get ready, naked and clean! Surprise 4 u!" "waiting 4 u, clean OK" he messaged me back. Damn, it was really hard to find a parking place near by, but a short walk was worth it; 20 minutes instead of 10, then finally I found an unlocked door as he described. The house seemed empty so, without knowing his name, I shouted: "where's my lion? Poz talk author is here!" No voice came from anywhere but in the end I reached a small bedroom... with actually a young guy sitting naked on a chair. Headphone over his head, a joystick in hands and a war game on the screen in front of him. What the fuck, which trouble was I getting into! My temptation was to turn around and leave, but rationality hit me: if I accuse this guy to be a keyboard warrior I can't behave as such! His appearance though, was not the experienced, sexually active man he claimed to be in messages! "Sir", I heard his shy voice as soon as I gently touched his arm to get his attention. "Is it... is it you? I did not expect you to show up for real!" I positioned my hands on his naked shoulders and tried to massage him; seduction takes time and this one needs patience and trust from me. "You said 30 minutes, it took an hour! I thought you were a..." "Keyboard warrior?" I interrupted him and gestured him towards the bed: "get your ass in there, I have no time for videogame addicted!" He obeyed and was laying on the bed, on his back; I sat next to him with a bag in my hands, staying there without taking my clothes off. He nodded when I asked if he was 18, "will turn 19 in a couple weeks", he smiled proudly. In time for the gift, I thought to myself but didn't say a word. "Finger fuck me", he was begging. His dick becoming hard while looking at me and my bag. "What do you have in there, sir?" Without answering I sucked and rimmed him for a while, his hole relaxing every time my tongue went in deeper. Damn, he was moaning like a bitch in heat! "Fuck... fuck me", he moaned softly. "Please sir, fuck me..." My smile became soon a mischievous grin: "first day we met you asked me a question. To show you my HIV status. Here I am! Now, if you want me to fuck you, we'll perform these HIV tests together and fuck while waiting for the result. Are you game?" His voice didn't speak, but I saw his body sweating and his dick starting to leak precum; it was obvious what he wanted! We set a timer on my phone and left our waiting tests on his nightstand, it was matter of some minutes. I unzipped my pants and, without even wasting time to strip, I inserted my raw dick in him. "OUCH", he whimpered, but without even caring I was slowly and firmly thrusting into him; fuck, he was tight! I felt his tender insides tearing, his blood and my poz precum acting as lube for his probably virgin hole. "Almost there", I grinned pounding him hard, till I was balls deep. Meanwhile the timer was continuing going down and as soon as it showed one minute, I picked up my rhythm. "Almost there", I repeated staring at the tests. "Look at these results and tell me what you want!" Finally the timer rang; one, two, three times, I wanted to breed him instantly but the sound disturbed this moment so I stopped it; responses were now visible, with two and one line! "Oh, no", he started to cry; "You're really poz and I'm not on PrEP... Please pull out!" "Undetectable", I whispered in his ear, looking into his eyes. "You wanted a safe guy, and here I am! Ready for load number two?" He panicked, but I kept him in place with my strong hands; my phone still on its stand, pointing directly to his face. "Tell me what you want, fucking keyboard warrior! Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to stop!" I enjoyed his warm ass walls around my shaft, knowing I could not last longer; my virus happy to have finally found a worthy host. "Please, I want your load... sir, please..." "Better", I commanded. "You can do better!" "Breed me, seed me, impregnate me..." I squeezed his balls with one hand: "which kind of load do you want? Tell me!" "Your positive load, I want... I want your HIV!" His face turning red, embarrassed and pleased at the same time while I flooded his guts with my second load; "take it, fucking keyboard warrior! Take your birthday gift!" I collapsed on him, completely spent. Our sweaty bodies entwined into an unexpected embrace. "Hold it in", I whispered; "I want you to keep all my poz seed in you." "It's not fair", he told me after a while. "You claim to be poz, fantasize about gifting and then can't transmit." "Time will tell", I replied; a last hug, a kiss on his forehead then I left his house. "Want 2 keep in touch", he texted the following day. "maybe a repeat?" "You MUST keep in touch" was my answer. "Let me know if there are any news." No text came from him for a couple weeks, till his birthday arrived and I sent him a message: "u received my gift?" and he answered "Will check in a while, in bed sick now." "On my way", I typed back; "happy birthday, my poz son!"

This am I was on sniffes I found a 33 year old and 25 year old. Both wanted to fuck me after work. I gave them my cell expecting neither would text, At 5 the 33 year old texted he was on his way sure enough 30 min later he was here He rimmed me for a while then shoved his very nice 7 inch dick in me We fucked fit a while till I heard him breath heavily He shot a huge load in me while he was dressing the 25 year old texted me and said he was on the way. 10 min later was there. He rubbed my ass before he went in. Fucked me for 5 min till I felt him cum when he dressed and left all I could feel was the cum dripping out of me both said they wanted to come.back

I think they look hot on any man. Also declares that they’re a bit edgier, adventurous and more broad minded.

I have always had the feeling that I am a filthy slut. I have always loved porn. It is not a hobby, but a way of life. I get fucked and bred alot. I swallow cum and piss and love to be fisted. I can watch porn and talk about sex/porn daily. Especially sharing experiences. Sex is really important to me. Who has the same feelings

What a great response. My partner (47) and I (70) also love a naked lifestyle as much as possible while also sharing an intense and constant desire for sex in any form we find it almost any time of the day or night. We agreed manogamy was not going to be part of our relationship from day one. We have only three rules in our relationship, no judgments, no jealousy, and no secrets and it really works for us!!

One of my fave horny posts ^

I like that everyone here has reminded the community that getting the shot on Monday morning does not mean you can go fuck/get fucked on Monday afternoon. STIs treated by antibiotics take time to cure, just like any other bacterial infection. Sometimes you're clear faster than other times. But in any event, for STIs treated by injection, I would specifically ask how long I should abstain from sex to avoid sharing the infection. For STIs treated orally (tablets, capsules, whatever), assume you have to complete the pill regimen before you're clear.

I recognize the tight spot you find yourself in. So a little background (maybe more than you want) and then recommendations. In order to go on PrEP, you have to be confirmed to be HIV-negative. They also will test you for other STI's and make sure you are being treated for them. Most doctors are not going to start you on PrEP without that confirmation, because taking PrEP when you're already HIV-positive (even if you don't know it) can lead to your strain of HIV becoming resistant to the drug(s) in your PrEP prescription. Many HIV treatments use the same ingredients as are in PrEP *in addition to* other ingredients that make it capable of treating, as opposed to just preventing, an HIV infection. That said - you say you were looking to "get back on" PrEP. If you had a previous prescription, it MIGHT be possible for the doctor to refill it before your trip, if it hasn't been too long since your last set of tests. It's worth asking about. But bear in mind that it takes several days from the time you start daily PrEP before it becomes completely effective. You could, however, try the "on demand" method for this trip - 2 tablets, taken at least 2 but no more than 24 hours before you have sex, then one tablet each day for two days, at 24 hours and 48 hours after the first "double" dose. In other words, take the medication as close as possible to the same time as the first dose, on the two days after the first. It wouldn't hurt to keep taking it a few more days after the first two, just to be sure, just as you would for daily use. For this option, I can't recommend this, obviously, but there is the option of borrowing the necessary 4-6 tablets from someone you know who's also on PrEP, replacing them with yours once you get them. Or if you know someone who's built up a surplus - from missed doses here or there, or early refills - then they might be willing to share them. That's technically illegal (hence why it can't be recommended) but there's no reason it wouldn't work if used correctly. There is the option of PEP - which stands for "POST Exposure Prophylaxis" - it's used as emergency treatment after a potential HIV exposure. But it generally needs to be started very soon after exposure - ideally within a couple of hours, and absolutely no more than 72 hours later - and it's more likely to be effective if taken VERY soon after exposure. Not sure what the success rate is at, say, 48 hours as opposed to 2 hours, but I believe it's a significantly less effective option then. If you're going to visit this club on a Friday night and will be home by Saturday evening, you could hit your ER or Urgent Care as soon as you're back and *probably* be safe. I wouldn't count on being able to find PEP while you're on your trip because you don't know what options there might be. Ultimately, you might have to choose between running the risk of infection (because you can't get PrEP and won't be back in time to get PEP afterward) and not going to this session. Tough decision but one only you can make.

Weirdly, I often enjoy my periods of enforced abstinence. It frees me to get on with other things, and reminds me that there is a whole life outside of sex that I also enjoy.

To my fans: Sorry I haven't added more to my stories in so long. Had planned on starting to write more again quite some time ago, but seems like every time I get ready something crazy comes up and my time just disappears. UGH! I do have plans to add more to this and a few other stories of mine, it's just been complete hell around here ( so bad that it's now been well over a year since the last time I got fucked and WOW, do I need to be bred and hopefully not very much longer). Please stay tuned and I am really hoping to get back into the swing of things soon. Thank you all for your very kind words.

lol yeah I have had several guys tell me that they won’t fuck me just cause of what a dirty whore they heard I am or because of how nasty the guys are that they have seen fuck my trashy hole. even had guys say they won’t fuck me cause they heard I get turned out as a tranny whore for the dirtiest pigs.

Ok - so last Friday I organised a hotel cumdump gangbang meet at the popular Cumdump Central hotel a few mins walk from Tottenham Court Road tube station (you know the one)! Room and this cumdump were all ready by 3pm, and I was online messaging some of the guys who were interested in dumping a load - as well as Grindr advertising this ass out for anyone to pump and dump in. 45 Minutes later, ass up on bed wearing a blindfold the door opened. First guy was there and within seconds had his cock pushing in my mouth. I could tell this guy knew what he wanted and was gonna take it. Within 30 seconds a nice fat cock had grown into a nice fat hard cock - thick and about 7" long. Tasted amazing, and he didn't want sucking off - he wanted to fuck face. And that's exactly what he did. A few minutes later he pushed me on my front - of course this arse stuck immediately in air showing him what he could have - and have it he did. Fucked hard and deep, and I could tell from the noises he was making he was enjoying it. And then...he stopped. Grabbing my hand he said "get in the bathroom" and led me in there. Pushing me to my knees in the shower, I knew what was coming. He pissed all over me - T Shirt, jock, socks all soaked - and then pushed his dick on my mouth and said "swallow" - before spurting even more hot piss, this time straight down my throat. Then he told me to bend over and fucked me some more in the shower before taking me back to the bed. Still dripping and stinking of piss he then fucked his load straight in my arse....and at this point I knew tonight was going to be one sleazy horny session. He left, and not long after a horny bear with a big thick dick turned up, and was joined shortly afterwards by another two horny bears - and a hung slim guy. These four then took it in turns tag teaming my arse and face for 6 hours!. And during those 6 hours, I dont think there was a minute my ass, face or both wasn't being stuffed and used. These guys had stamina. And of course, with Grindr ad up - and loads of other guys having my room details there were regular knocks at the door - or guys just walking in. Guys just looking for a slut to quickly fuck a load in - and that's exactly what they found. Every load taken adding to the spunk cocktail in my ass, getting more and more churned up and fucked deeper by cock after cock. Then after load number 7 - a tall, skinny black guy with a dick that was easily 10" long came through the door. He was long, thick and wanted to use every single inch of that cock. Made 100% sure that spunk was all pushed deep up my cunt before adding another huge load. Fucked some more by the bears and other guys, before I literally couldn't take any more - it was about 10.30 by this time and I remember just lying on the bed with a destroyed ass - a fucked, spunk filled wreck. Fell asleep as the last guy left, and woke up the next morning lying in a damp puddle of spunk....a LOT of spunk One of the best meets I've had - but leaves me craving more and more ;-)

I've been doing it pretty regular with this thuggy white trash boy, Kyle, who works at a Subway near me for a while and know that it will never come to anything but can't stop thinking about him as I have a thing for white trash boys. You know the type, made bad choices in life, didn't finish HS, tats, knocked up a GF, lives with his parents, but charming, has a nice cock, blonde hair, blue eyes, hot body and a pretty face. He wears a thick gold necklace and listens to a lot of rap and hip hop, smokes a lot of weed. It's hot now at 19 but I'm not sure where he'll be in ten years, but for now its hot to take his cock and loads and he's always down to get fucked raw too. He works late night at a Subway and has a deal worked out with his co-worker that he can duck out back for a quickie and does the same for his co-worker. TBH, I'd do it with his co-worker too, but apparently, I'm not his type. I got a text from Kyle last night around 9:30pm saying it was dead and I should come by for some fun along with a vid of him jacking his cock in the back. I joked with him that was probably a health code violation, but I'd be by and that I'd message when I got there. Kyle is reliable for fun unless they somehow get busy, which never happens. I pulled in back and texted him that I was here. He knows my truck and I saw him come out the back door and saw him peeling off his shirt and t-shirt showing off his smooth body and what looked like some new ink. He lit up a cigarette, which he knows I don't like but don't care, and climbed in the passenger side of my truck, undoing his belt and pants and pulling them down as he closed the door. His cock was already hard, showing in the light from the full moon as I cracked the passenger window to let the cigarette smoke out the window. "Suck me" was all he had to say, and I dropped down and did as told. He's uncut and loves that I know how to work uncut cock and pretty soon I've got him worked into a frenzy as I pull my shorts down. As I'm sucking him, I tell him I want him to fuck me, and he laughs saying he pretty much expected that. I don't mind being his bitch and get in a position so he can fuck me. I never had to ask him to bareback me, he's a total barebacker like me, giving and taking loads raw, no questions. We've done this so often he just reaches into my glovebox and pulls out a packet of lube and I can feel it hit my ass and hear him lubing up his cock, followed by his cock entering my harder and faster than I'd like. It's a love/hate thing. I kind of love it rough like that, but also wish we could take things slower and more intimate. I hate that neither of us can host and so we're left to car play. He never talks about his life or what he wants and part of me would love to be more of his life than just his cum dump, but I know we're both hostages to where we are in life. As usually he's calling me a bitch and a whore and demanding I tell him how bad I want his cock and his load and like the whore I am I comply. But he doesn't have to do that. I really do want his cock and loads. I wish he was looking in my eyes as he bred me, kissing me deeply, telling me how much he wants me, but I'm a thing to him, an eager hole to fill. And fill me he does, not stopping at all, but keeping the stroking going, telling me there's more where that came from, and me begging for more of it. I'm guessing the girls he fucked were like that too, but once he came in me the second time it was time for me to give him what he wanted, what no girl could give him. He blasted his second load in me and collapsed on top of me panting and trying to catch his breath. I love feeling his sweaty body on mine, wishing we could spend more time like this. Part of me was holding my breath hoping he wanted to get fucked. Sometimes Kyle does and sometimes he doesn't. I didn't want to leave it to chance and told him I wanted to fuck him and could feel him shudder as he laughed. "Like you're reading my mind buddy" he said. Klye got off me and positioned himself so I could fuck him. Part of me wanted to just rape him with no lube, but I reached into the glovebox and grabbed a packet of lube and lubed my cock and started pressing it up against his ass as he was pressed up against the passenger window. I could hear "oh god, fuck yeah" as I entered him, probably harder and faster than he wanted but I was dying to breed his hole. Part of me really wanted to rape Kyle and use him as my bitch, but I wasn't about to also let him off. I was going at him harder than he was probably used to and calling him a dirty bitch and a slut, calling him out on taking anon loads like a whore, and he was agreeing, saying he was a dirty slut, and a whore. I was tempted to go further but reigned it in but kept the dirty talk going. Soon enough he was saying how much he loved taking my cock and how much he wanted my load, and I gave him what he wanted. I slid out of him satisfied, but also dissatisfied. I wanted more with him but know he could never give me that and that was where I was right now. He pinned me and started kissing me way deeply and intensely, telling me I was the most satisfying guy he got with and that he wished we could do more. I said the same to him but left it hanging in the air. What more can I say? We can't do more. He said he needed to get back in and lit up another cigarette, pulled his clothes back on and hopped out of the truck to go back in. My heart sank as he left, but he was right. We got nowhere to go. I drove home and pulled up down the street to park away from my house as I wasn't ready to go home quite yet. The lights were off in my parents' bedroom, and it was now probably past their bedtime and most of the lights at home were off. I could see the lights were on at my neighbor Jesse's home and could see him silhouetted in the dark at the old concrete table out front, shirtless, smoking a cigarette. What is it with Anglos and cigarettes? I didn't want to go home and really wanted a closer connection and compared to Kyle; Jesse was a bit closer. I quietly waved "hi" to Jesse as I entered his yard and he loudly responded saying he was glad to see me, and I had to shush him as he was clearly drunk and didn't want my parents hearing my name. He stumbled into the house to get me a beer and clearly was pretty loaded. He came back out and gave me a beer and a joint and said he was glad I was there and reached in to give me a sloppy kiss that reeked of weed and alcohol. Not that I minded...it was a LOT like so many guys I've hooked up with. We chatted for a bit and while I tried to pour my heart out to him, he was too drunk to pick up on what I was putting down. I wanted someone to confide in and he was like so many of the drunk frat boys I hook up with...a lot of fun, but nothing deep. Finally, he took my hint, and we went into his bedroom where I pretty much drilled his ass like a maniac as he begged for it. It was clear he had been bred already, not that I cared. He was too drunk to fuck me, which bummed me out, and he was also getting too maudlin about wanting to be with me and things were going bad with him and his GF and selling his place back in Florida. I listened patiently, like a good friend should, and knew there was nothing I could do. We did some more weed and he seemed to chill. Part of me wanted to stay with him, but part of me wanted to get the fuck out of there. I hoped he'd be OK and told him I loved him (not a lie) and that I would see him tomorrow. As I slowly walked home, I was amazed on how people think gay men are drama queens, when so often it's the bi/straight boys who are the biggest and craziest drama queens!

i was takin loads during folsom at 442 right next to him. very very impressive cumwhore

I have a medium slinky and can take that from time to time. Have also had a golf umbrella handle, a nightstick and a large spanner in my hole.

Most gay men should get both the Hep A & Hep B vaccine. If you ever do rimming or ass-to-mouth you need the Hep A vaccine. They were right to push it. (Though I don't know why they were asking for insurance info.)

First off, Smallpox vaccines were a series of 5 shots. Many of us only got one or two of them. To pretend one shot 50 years ago will protect you is just silly. Doctors should be challenged when they make ignorant statements like that. I'd probably say "so can I sue you for pain and suffering when I get MPX after following your advice?" And your logic on COVID makes zero sense. You say the vaccine protects the person, but they can still infect others then say the vaccine checks at venues make no sense since they can still infect others. But if everyone in the venue is vaccinated (which you call protected), then how are they going to get infected? The point of the vaccine checks was two fold: 1) to keep vulnerable, unvaccinated people from putting themselves in dangerous situations, and 2) to strongly encourage vaccination. It achieved both of those goals. The fatality rate is 0.1% when you're vaxxed and boosted. It's 1.71% when you're unvaccinated. https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/how-to-compare-covid-deaths-for-vaccinated-and-unvaccinated-people/ If no one was vaccinated and no one social distanced and every one got COVID eventually, then it would mean 5.6 million people in the US would die. Right now only 1.05 million have died. A million is far too high a number. But it sounds like you're advocating for something that would kill an additional 4 1/2 million people. Advocating policies that lead to mass death is not allowed on this site. Be very careful what you say in the future or you will get an infraction and a ban for advocating harm to real people.

Honestly, if it feels right and brings you happiness, it's the sexy thing to do. There's something about a man who's secure and confident in his own body that turns me on as a gay man. So if you want to do it, go for it. It's not like you can't just take the ring out and let it close up if you decide it's not for you.

Word had been spreading about me in my town but thankfully my identity had been kept secret. I had started secretly giving blowjobs and getting fucked through the hidden gloryhole in our bathroom at the local mall. It first started with one or two times but it grew into more. Being 18 and a freshman in college I felt out of place among all the upperclassmen. I also felt out of place among the other freshmen as well. Growing up my red hair and smallish frame got me picked on so i didn't make friends easily so i mostly kept to myself. Knowing I was gay and saw how the world looked ay the gay community just made me stay to myself even more but it didn't stop me from wanting to glance at the older guys in the gym showers and in the locker room. A few times I got caught looking but it was passed on just by a young guy wanting to see what an older guy looks like. From what I learned from what I saw in porn I have been using anything I can to re-create everything I had been seeing. I started using my hairbrush handle and when I felt I was ready for more I started looking for bigger things to put up my ass. I found a porn shop that had been far enough away from my college so I wouldn’t be noticed and found a few sizes that would do great things to my ass and make me ready for real cocks. When I felt I was ready, that's when I started leaving notes in parts of the school that only guys would see and told them that there is a time and place if they wanted to have a private release during the day. I had two free periods during the school day that were meant for studying but since I already had as much work as I could do I used those periods waiting in the bathroom stall for anyone who saw my notes and wanted to have some fun. The stall next to me opened up and I waited hoping this was the first of many to show up. Sure enough there were two soft knocks on the wall like I asked so it wouldn't be heard and I was excited for this. I lifted the panel keeping the hole hidden and as soon as I did there was an enormous cock with a thick head at the end. I had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches thick with a thick bush of black pubes. I licked my lips in wanting but then i saw written on the tip ass only no suck. I was upset that i couldn't taste it but i was more than happy to spread my cheeks and set myself on what was offered to me. I could hear the softest groan coming from the stall and knew this was going to be fun. The rhythm picked up as I got more and more used to his length and girth making it much harder to stay quiet for the both of us. The guy I guess heard me whimper louder and louder with him going faster making his balls slap loudly on my ass. We had to stop when we heard someone walk into the stall on the other side of mine. In fear I could feel the guy starting to pull out of me without filling my ass with his cum until we both heard the double knock on the wall and I began to feel him push back in. I lifted the second panel and there was a cock that wasn't as long as the one that was pumping into my poop chute but was thicker. Thankfully on the tip of this new member was written suck and swallow. I opened my mouth as much as i could and took as much down my throat. With all my practice at home with various objects I was able to take the whole thing without any issue thanks to not having a gag reflex. Whoever had their cock in my throat was loving it because he moaned loudly when I took the whole thing on my first try. I sat there as this guy fucked my throat without any mercy as the did the guy fucking my ass. Being pounded at both ends felt more amazing than everything I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn't think of any better way to lose my virginity than having two guys at once taking it on each side for the first time. I could feel it when both of these hung stallions were getting close to filling me up with their mature seed. I pushed back to make sure that the guy fucking me was as far inside of my ass to unload everything into it without wasting a drop as well as the guy i was sucking so i could swallow everything offered to me. The school bell rang signaling the first of my free periods were over and They slammed into me at the same time making me moan so much it brought them both overboard. I felt both cocks expand so much and unload everything into my body. I kept up my swallowing so I didn't lose any of the cum being poured into my throat. When both guys were finished and pulled out I set the toilet paper panel back down so neither of them had a chance to look in and see me. The guy who fucked me was the first to leave and shortly after that the guy i was sucking left too leaving me in my sex haze and i took the time to finger out the cum leaking from my un virgined and leaking hole to taste it. Once I ate all the cum from my hole I was hungry for more and felt empty without another cock inside of me. Once the warning bell went on signaling that everyone was supposed to be in class that's when i heard the double knocking coming from the stall that the guy who fucked me had just vacated so i was excited to know what was coming up next.

No, you're not too old! You look like a hot guy and it will look great on you. Having it done does sting a bit tho and mine took a while to settle down. Got a bar rather than a ring. Really pleased I have it though and enjoy the feeling of it being played with. Had never done anything like it before (no tattoos or anything) went with my then partner and it was a hot bonding experiance. Find a reliable place to have it done with personal recommendations for hygene etc. Go for it!

If it makes you feel good, it'll add to your swagger and it becomes attractive. I stopped wearing mine in my forties as the nipple reacted to the metal a lot. Declaring an interest, but I think they look good an most men, and the heavier the better.

So this all went down the 29th into the 30th of Aug. It started simple enough Horny for some cock and cum, now I'm cruising the apps trying to get fucked after work. I find a bottom guy near me that said he would be down to breed me and ends up fucking me at my work past close, he had an good cock to and he also had me drink some of his warm piss straight from the tap which was hot. After that I was at home still horny back on the apps looking for someone to host, I ended up getting messaged on sniffies by a young black bull with a big ass cock, at least 10 inches. I replied right away like the faggot bottom I am, seeing his cock in the photo's made my mouth water that much more. my next question to him was would he breed me. He said "That's the only way I fuck white faggots" He demanded I bring my fag hole over for him to use all morning. I asked a couple more questions, then he sent his address. After that I was hooked line and sinker. A few minutes later and I was sending the message "On my way" Not all that nervous I showed up at his aprt building, he said to text again when I was at the outside door because he would need to let me in. I texted an got a reply "Here I come" I waited a second and the door swung open. We went up to his aprt, from there the real fun started because he said to bring everything I had and I did toy's etc.. etc. After we got inside I started stripping down to only my jock like a good faggot, after I was naked and exposed he ordered me to get my lips around his big dick. I wasted no time in doing so, after servicing his ever growing cock for a few minutes he starts forcing it all the way down my throat telling me what a good faggot I am. How he wants to fuck me for hours and Knock my slut hole up. After a few more minutes of my throat being dominated by this hot bull, he told me to get my face in the mattress and my ass in the air and not to move. He then laid his now hard 10 inch thick ass cock across my hole and spit a few times, not much lube but I didn't care I was in fag heaven. Soon I felt his huge manhood enter my already fucked open fag hole from the bottom earlier that night. It must have been 6am by now as this bull is now fucking my lose cum filled hole with full strokes, he takes his time pulling all the way out and sending his cock thrusting back in to the hilt. I moaned but all he said was "shut up faggot and take this superior black cock" I shut my mouth and stopped moaning only able to breath heavily into the mattress as he rammed his cock in and out of my loose hole. This went on for at least an hour or two then his roommate got home. His roommate was a bottom to and must have been upset because we ended up leaving and going to another friend of his, they both fucked me taking turns for another 2 hours or so. His friend was also black but vers with a very nice thick cock that ended up breeding me not long into him fucking me. It was like 9am or 10am at this point and I still wanted that cock abusing my hole. We drove around a bit and decided to go back to his place, When we got there of course his bottom roommate was still upset and just wanted me to leave. He didn't want to be like that so he grabbed a few of his things and said lets go. At this point we both still wanted his cock fucking my faggot hole, I even sucked him a little bit right in front of his building in my car. I got the idea we could get a room at the bath house where he could use me there for up to another 5 hours. So I paid for a room, both our passes and a locker for him. we got back there and he went straight back to "face down ass up faggot" "get ready to take this black cock again in that white pussy" the rough fucking of my loose abused hole began once again. hours of him opening my fag hole over and over again. It is probably around 3pm or so now. So I decided I had to get going and dropped him off at another friends after leaving the bath house. Before I actually went home I had to check the apps again as I lot of guys in the city were hitting my apps up, I checked grindr again and there was another hot Dom black bull wanting to breed me saying he would host at the bath house which I had just left. I the faggot I am could not resist and headed back the the bath house to get fucked and bred one more time. It was probably 5 or so after this Dom bull was finished off inside my now dripping hole, I had been getting my faggot pussy hole fucked and seeded for around 19 hours and loved every second of it taking all in all about 7 loads from multiple top bulls and a bottom.

Not trying to making an argument. Just trying to have a fun topic on a site for guys who love cum.

You could be. But assuming you trust PEP and could get it fairly soon after an exposure, I don't know of any reason why it would be significantly less effective after a cumdump experience (where you took, say, 5 to 10 loads) than it would be just after one load.

I had one Daddy that never fucked me. It was always me between his thighs sucking his cock. TBH, I never really thought about him fucking me. It was always about me servicing his cock and that it was how he wanted things to be. Now if he had suddenly stopped or severely limited the fucking, I would be confused. Though I wouldn’t have known how to react to that.

READ THIS THREAD. Then read it again. And if you don't understand it, read it a third time. This is not a "problem". It's an intentional feature. Members here cannot send private messages until they have participated in the *public* forums at a certain (but undisclosed) level of posting. The reasons for this are fully explained in this thread. You've been a member for just over 31 months and made, in that time, 38 posts or replies, or just barely over 1 per month. I can't say (because I don't know) how many you need to make to advance to the level where private messaging is allowed, but at this pace it's not going to be soon.

Moaners [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kcFj8Cwk6KDw

This is an illusion. There is no muscular structure at the junction of the rectum and the sigmoid colon that can be consciously manipulated, and in fact the “ring” is not a true sphincter at all, but considered a sort of ‘pseudosphincter’ of soft (involuntary) muscle tissue that reacts on impulse to regulate the forward movement of matter into the rectum for elimination. What a Top may feel, I suspect, is instead a general compression or relaxation caused by a conscious manipulation of the muscles of the bottom’s pelvic floor, especially if he has trained himself with that flexibility. But no one can squeeze anything with his actual second ring - there’s nothing there to squeeze with.

I think "maximum immunity" would be better phrase than "full immunity". I think at its best it's only 85% effective. But if enough guys get it, then there's herd immunity… [To be honest, I'm not sure they've tested the vaccine enough to have a definitive percent efficacy. They didn't have an outbreak to test against until now.]

Man, after a long dry spell, I'm finally getting some regular action. Early this evening I walked over to the community mailbox to pick up my mail and as I got there my neighbor pulled up. I live on a cul-de-sac, and I know all my neighbors well and we have group functions where we all hang out. They all know I'm gay, as it came up years ago when I had first moved in. This particular neighbor is a black man in an interracial marriage with a Latina wife and since he lives on the farther end of the street, I don't see him as regularly as the neighbors that are closer to me. He said hello to me and we had a little small talk and then he asked me what I was up to this evening. I told him I didn't have any plans and was just going to watch some TV and relax. He told me that his wife was out of town visiting family in California and he said he was going to watch the football game tonight and asked me if I'd like to head over to his place and have a few beers. I reminded him I wasn't a big beer drinker and he said he had liquor as well. We've never had a chance to hang out alone so I figured it would be a good idea because I'd get to know him better, so I said sure. He said to give him about a half hour to get out his work clothes and catch up with his wife and then head over. I went home and dropped off my mail and walked over to his place about a half hour later. He had changed from his dress pants into some basketball shorts and I could clearly see an outline of his penis, which I have to admit excited me. He pulled a beer out of the fridge and he asked me if wanted my usual rum drink and I said yes. He made me a drink and we sat down and watched the game, chatting about people on the block and other random things. I knew the drink was strong from the first sip but I didn't want to be rude and say anything and at the same time I didn't want to sip it too slow and make it obvious that there was a problem with the drink. Soon it was starting to hit me, but it became obvious to me that he wanted to get pretty tipsy as well, as he was downing beer after beer during the game. Looking forward toward the TV as we were mostly watching the game, we only occasionally turned toward each other while talking. About half way thru the game I noticed that he appeared to be hard in his shorts, which only gave me more reason to glance over more frequently. As we watched the game, out of the corner of my eye I saw his arm move to scratch his leg. The next time I glanced in his direction, I saw the head of his dick sticking out of the leg of his shorts, which just encouraged me to turn my head more frequently and take a look. I wasn't sure by how much of it was exposed if this was accidental or intentional and didn't want to make any assumptions at that point. I could tell he was pretty well endowed by the way he tented in his shorts and I don't even think he was fully hard yet. I did my best to catch glances every chance I got without it seeming to be obvious. About ten minutes later he scratched his leg again, this time pulling his shorts back farther and my next glance I could see about a third of his dick hanging out of his shorts and now I realized this could only be intentional. A few minutes later he asked me if I'd grab him another beer so I got up and went to the fridge and came back and now most of his dick was hanging out of his short and he was rock hard. He knew I was staring right at it as I handed him the beer and I said "What the fuck man, are you trying to tease a fag or what"? He said "Tease you? What am I doing to tease you?" I said "You're sitting there with your dick hanging out, do you know what that does to a gay man?" and he said "No, what's it do to you? Does it make you hungry? Do you feel like you need to put something in your mouth?" I said "Oh damn, you get right to it" and he said "Why don't you stop talking and get right to it?" As I stood there staring at his big juicy dick, I said "Fuck, we might start something we can't stop" and he said "Now you're teasing me, don't make any promises you can't keep." I wasted no time getting down on my knees between his legs and he pulled his shorts down to his ankles. He put his hand on the back of my head and steered my mouth right to his dick and I took his dick into my mouth and started to suck on it, as he used his hand to maneuver my head up and down on his dick setting the pace and the depth as he pleased. As I was sucking his dick, I heard him say "Damn, I've been waiting for this since I found out you were gay, and fuck its even better than I thought." I kept sucking his dick and he kept giving me directions with his hand on my head. After a considerable amount of time I finally sensed him change the rhythm and pace to deeper and faster strokes and I knew he was getting close. He put his second hand on my head and started pumping my head up and down on his dick in a forceful motion, started to moan and finally he shot, and kept pumping my head up and down on his dick as shot after shot made its way in my mouth. I felt my mouth fill with his hot cum and after the spurting stopped he slowed the pace and finally let go of my head. I swallowed his load and sucked him clean. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief and he said "Man, you've got some mad ass skills, you put the bitches to shame!" I told him it must have been years of practice, and he responded that I had place to practice right between his legs. As he pulled up his shorts, I asked him if he was serious, and if he really wanted to get something started and he said yes. He just told me we'd have to keep it down-low and probably have to sneak around to keep it a secret from his wife. I told him I was down with that and he agreed we need to set up a routine very soon. We went back to watching the last part of the game and as we were walking toward the door for me to leave, he grabbed my hand and put it on his dick and said "say goodbye to your new best friend" and I gave his dick a squeeze and said "until next time" then I headed home.

I think you are right and I couldn’t agree more. Barebacking, to me, implies an urgency or drive, an intoxicating sexual high.

We have a new King, so starts the Carolan Era, go figure. A couple of days ago this guy I have been chatting to, but never getting full commitment from got on touch. He is tall and stocky, my type. We arrange to meet. I do a full douche. He turns up, get naked, start kissing, the works. Has a nice, thick, girthy cock. Not too big, but fat. He also likes arse play (bonus) and is soon playing with my hole with his lubed fingers. That gets me going. He wants me to sit on his cock. I have not been fucked for awhile and have to be careful after an operation on my arse last year. But he is slow and persistent therefore he gets in without too much trouble. Then sets up a rocking motion that soon has him shooting a load in me. Not earth shattering, but still a good fuck. Then this morning a cub I have chatted to on Grindr gets intouch, he has the house free today. Do I want him to fuck me? I know I am still clean from last night, so walk round, straight upstairs, face down on the bed, his tounge up my arse. Felt good after last night's fuck. Then he stands up and furiously fucks a load into me. He wasn't that big, but still got another load into my hole Hell, if this is what my sex life is going to be like now, long may Charles rule.

Yeah...if gay sex isn't legal where you are don't do it. It also is situational too. Last time I was back in Mexico I got hit on by the cab driver and while I was interested, you never know if you're going to get rolled, raped, robbed, or worse. I took a pass in that case. I have got hit on by Lyft and Uber drivers here in the US and I've taken them up on it. Meter wasn't running and I guess it was a "tip" of sorts. Last one I did it with was this tall cute blonde guy in his early 20s. Asked if I was gay and said I was and we got to talking about how good gay guys are at blow jobs, asked if I was good at it, liked giving them, how I got good at it. It was clear he was angling for it and I told him I'd blow him if he wanted it. We parked and I started blowing him and he was really into it, told him I'd swallow him or he could fuck me if he wanted. He said he wanted to fuck me but didn't have a condom, said I didn't care, he could fuck me without one and wound up him barebacking me and pumping two loads in my ass.

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

Luke slept late. The pounding he’d taken from Jack had left him deeply contented, and he dozed late into the morning. Eventually he dragged himself from bed. He padded naked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of underwear from the drawer, and then changed his mind again. He pulled the now sweaty old jock strap out from the pile of clothes on his closet floor and took a long sniff. The pouch had the deep smell of muck that had seeped into fabric overlaid with a whiff of fresh cum. He stepped into them and his cock immediately stiffened. The old fabric stretched tight across his bulge made him feel close to the mysterious author, it was a direct link between the story of discovery he was reading and the modern day. He pulled on some gym shorts and a tank top and went downstairs. The house was already disserted as he walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a note next to a brown bag. “Luke, went out to do the shopping, thought you might like a lunch while you’re working in that attic – mom”. Wholesome, he thought, she had no idea what he’d found. Happy for the free lunch Luke grabbed the bag and headed out the door. It was gray and overcast. Big dark clouds drifted slowly over head. Luke parked closer to the house, anticipating a dash to the car in the middle of a downpour later. It was a good thing too, almost as soon as he had unlocked the door the first big drops of rain started to splatter the sidewalk. By the time he had climbed into the attic it was bucketing outside. The rain a heavy constant patter on the roof above him. He closed the windows a little to keep the water out, but let the cool breeze from the wet air drift in still. Despite all his distractions he’d made good progress, one whole third of the attic had been sorted. The hallway below was full of bags of trash, emptied cardboard boxes, and a healthy pile of things to sell. He shifted the bigger trunks and things he couldn’t move by himself across the room to the space he had emptied, and started on the next alcove. Old tools, boxes of papers, two big chests of clothes, a big box of family photo albums – all once put into the attic with the best of intentions and then forgotten. Slowly he dug through them all. Luke worked steadily till just after one, the sound of the rain a low white noise accompanying him. It was when he pulled out the big falling apart box of old home work out equipment that he decided it was time for a break. Sitting on the steps to the attic he ate the sandwich and banana his mother had packed. He liked the quite solitude of the attic as the rain fell. His first year at school in the dorms when it rained he would go and sit in the lounge on the top floor and look out of the big floor to ceiling windows. It was like the whole world would drop away, and it was just him, in the quiet peace. He sat for a really long time, all sorts of things drifting through his head. He thought about his grandfather rattling around this old house; his dad and his siblings growing up here; all the memories that were in the boxes he was digging through, how they had all ended up left in the attic; he thought about the author, wondering again who he was, why this box was up here, were there any more clues? Eventually he pushed himself back up and went back to the battered box of workout equipment. It was all old dumb bells with rusted edges, a pull up bar so old the rubber caps had become hard and crunchy, a delated exercise ball, and a few tank tops tossed in the bottom. “Nick’s Room” read the label on the side, these must be Luke’s middle uncle Nick’s. He piled the things to the side, moving them into a much sturdier empty trunk. He flipped the box over and ripped through the old tape to break it down. Under one of the flaps was a bit of white fabric, probably just another tank; no Luke realized, it was another jockstrap. He held it in his hands for a minute. It was less worn than the one he was wearing. Same style though, the class bike jock with a ribbed pouch. Was this his clue? Did the journal belong to Nick, and not his dad? That would make more sense, Nick was a little older, and Luke really didn’t know much about him. It could be. The discovery of the new jock was the end of his dedication to cleaning the attic, his cock was stiff again and he was no longer able to put off his fascination with the journal. He went back to his spot, the blanket from yesterday still on the floor, and got out the journal. Having stripped back down to just the jock, he sat on the floor and started to read. He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” I was stunned, I don’t know why I had assumed that Brett only did the fucking. “You’d let me do that?” He laughed, “Absolutely, you’ve got three of my loads in you now, I need at least one of yours.” “Fuck! Ok.” He grabbed my face hard with both hands and kissed me, a long wet kiss with lots of tongue and twisting of his head. He took one of my hands and lead it to his round pert ass cheeks. I squeezed and then ran my hands up and down the firm flesh. I felt the hair on his cheeks under my fingers. I remember being amazed again at how different a man felt than a woman. How a man’s body hair, his muscle, his heat was in such contrast to the women I’d been with. I also remember thinking at that moment that without knowing it I had always longed for those things. Even when being with a woman had felt good, it had been missing something. I guess, I had always just wished they were men, even before I understood that. I think I’m more into men than I am into women – really, fuck this is scary, I might not really be into women at all. I might just… Brett took my by the hand and lead me into his room again. We tumbled onto the bed, locked in a kiss, a spinning mess of limbs. Brett’s nails dragged along my back when I rolled on top of him, leaving long red marks down my shoulders. His legs came up on either side of me, and the pouches of our jocks ground together. I ran my fingers along his chest, circling his nipple. A little breath caught in Brett’s chest as my nail flicked after the sensitive pink circle. He groaned and put one hand behind his head. His thick bicep flexed. The smell wafting from his sweaty pit was intoxicating. I buried my nose in it, inhaling deep. With his other hand Brett pressed my head deeper into his pit. I licked at the tick hair. It tasted salty but also some how sweet. His scent enveloped me. My cock throbbed, and leaked. Just remember it makes my cock hard. Honestly it makes me hard now just remembering it. I can’t help wanting to rub one out just writing it all down. I drifted from his pit, my tongue dragging across his warm flesh, till my mouth covered his nipple. I flicked my tongue across it, eliciting another gasp, from Brett and then slid down further. He put both hands behind his head and shifted himself to lay flatter. I sunk down between his legs. I didn’t need to be instructed what to do, I knew what I wanted. I breathed in his crotch for a minute before pulling the pouch of his jock aside and releasing the thick cock that had changed my world. I swallowed him. The head of his cock slathering the inside of my mouth with precum. I tried to breath threw my nose, and pressed his cock down past my tonsils. It was hard to breath, but it felt amazing to have him inside my mouth. My chin hit his balls, and my nose was buried inside his thick bush. I swallowed again, and Brett groaned. Up and down I worked, sucking his cock hard. Brett’s eyes were closed, his face total bliss. Brett’s knees hand pulled up, shifting his hips forward as I sucked him. With one hand I held the base of his cock, and the other I ran a finger along his crack. I put my arms under his thighs, locking his knees on my shoulders. I pressed up and forward. Brett grinned. I pushed his knees up into his chest, exposing his ass. The white straps of his jock perfectly framed the thick cheeks. Light brown hair grew thick across the two mounds of flesh, emanating out from his crack and swirling around his pink hole. I stared at it for a long moment at this new part of Brett’s body. It intrigued me, and scared me. Its light pink lips represented yet another step further away from the life I had known, and assumed was mine. I dove in. Face first, I dove into Brett’s ass. I kissed his hole. I tasted the musk that hung there. That old life is gone I think. I don’t want a life that doesn’t involve these things. I don’t want a life that never again includes hearing a man gasp as my tongue brushes his hole for the first time, or that would stop me from again tasting the salt of a man’s sweat straight from his body. Thinking out it, each press of my tongue represented a step further away from ever returning to life as a straight man. That first time I truly had no idea what I was doing, though I think I’ve gotten better at it. Brett’s moaning and whimpering told me that I was doing a pretty good job though. Under the quick twisting and flicking of my tongue I felt Brett’s hole twitch, it opened, blossoming. It was like it was inviting me inside. I pressed my tongue deeper. Brett let out a guttural groan. “Spit in my hole,” he moaned. I hawked up a big wad of spit, and lugged it straight into his now winking hole, “I want your cock.” I moved up and kissed him, his knees still pressed into his chest. My crotch was now against his hole. “Fuck me.” I pulled my jock aside and spit into my hand. Just like Brett had done the first time I slicked my cock with spit. I spat onto his hole again, and then lined up my cock. I remember thinking that there was more resistance than there was with a well lube woman, a reminder that we were doing something forbidden. The [banned word] however, makes it all the hotter. I pushed, and Brett’s hole opened for me. I almost ejaculated right then. His hole was like warm velvet wrapping around my cock. I looked down to see myself disappearing inside him. My shaft sunk deeper till my balls were resting against Brett’s ass. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Brett wrapped his legs around my waist and pulling me close. I kissed him and started to thrust. I rocked, slowly at first, not wanting to break the closeness. Our chests were pressed together and his fingers were digging into my back. It was passionate, bonding us yet closer together. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Brett moaned into my mouth. I leaned back, and grabbed his ankles. I held his legs apart, giving me better leverage. I fucked him deeper. My best friend, laid out in front of me. His big chest rising and falling quickly as he panted from our fucking. I stroked his cock as I started to pound him. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, you just feel so good.” “Don’t worry, just fuck me. I want your load inside me.” I fucked him harder and harder. I could feel my load building inside me. Faster and faster, both of us panting now. I pulled at Brett’s cock too, bringing him to the edge, right as I felt myself pass the point of no return. My balls contracted, my body shook, and I erupted inside of Brett. My load pulsed into him. Just as I crested over the hump, Brett’s cock contracted too and he started to shoot ribbons of semen up over himself. His shining body spattered with his own load. We both grunted and panted through the rocking energy of our orgasms. I collapsed forward as my own subsided, landing on Brett’s chest in the sticky mess of his load. We stayed like that for a long time, my cock slowly deflating till it slipped from his hole. We stayed in the bed for a long time, basking in the post fuck glow. We laid quietly, sometimes running a hand along the other’s body. Luke lay his head back against the wall of the attic. He closed his eyes imagining what his uncle Nick might have looked like in back then. He imagined him laying naked next to Brett. For one moment Luke imagined not being the author, but being Brett. He imagined his uncle Nick, as he would have been in the 70s, on top of him, fucking him. He imagined being full of his uncles cum. It was that thought that sent him over the edge, and sent cum rocketing from his own cock, again covering him in a thick warm load.

I started sounding with the help of poppers. this quickly took away all boundaries for me and I went to far I put a sound of 4 mm in my penis and took a hit. My body and penis started to relax and the sound slipped in my penis completely. I really started to panic and started pushing in my urethra to get it out. This worked after a minute or do but my penis started to bleed. I got really scared and decided to get rid of the sounds but after a few weeks I was looking at the video I recorded of it and got really horny seeing it. this made me decide to get then out of the trash and try again. Now a few sessions later I am power fucking my urethra with a bead sound of 10 mm making it bleed heavily until I shoot my cum. I know I should do the as there is a big risk of getting infections etc but it turns me on so much that I want to keep doing this and make my worthless piece of dick take even bigger sound and more. But it can't and I'm scared sometimes so I need someone to help me push my limits and encouraging me.

Bet you want me to take down your particulars ie your trousers and pants. Tell you your rights as I stroke your cock. Then get your dna by sucking you off. I might swallow so will have to get another sample by riding your cock. If I'm too tight you can always use the truncheon to open me up. X I wonder who will be wearing the cuffs x

I've dumped the contents of the used condom at the ABS on to my cock and jerked off with it and fucked other guys with that load on my cock .