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Part 18: Fucking Peter (part 2) I fell forward, my heart racing. What remained of Pastor Kline’s cum was slick between us. I could feel his own heart beating. He broke off his kissing with Peter and looked to me, reaching up a hand and pulling me into another kiss. For a brief moment, I didn’t see Pastor Kline before me. Instead, I saw my father, and as the image became clear, I found my dick shooting out several more jets of cum. “What was that?” Pastor Kline asked, looking down at where my dick was still inside his ass. “For a second, I saw my dad instead of you,” I told him. “Made me cum some more.” Pastor Kline smiled. “Fucking hot. Would love to see the man that created a bull like you.” “Just because I fucked my brother doesn’t mean our dad would want anything to do with this. Trust me, there is no chance.” “Shame,” he said. “I’d love to watch you fuck your dad.” “I’d love to see you fucked by your own son,” I told him. “You and me both.” “Maybe, one day, we’ll both get lucky.” “He’ll be home soon,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do.” “You better,” Dominic said. “He’s friends with Lewis,” Pastor Kline said, looking at Peter who was taking Dominic’s dick better than before. “I caught them jerking off a few years ago when Lewis stayed over one night. They tried to hide it, but I knew what they were doing.” “Seems your son isn’t as innocent as I’d assumed,” I said. “Though, a lot of young men jerk off together.” “Close bond.” “Maybe,” Pastor Kline said, “Peter can get Lewis to somehow invite him over somewhere. He wouldn’t come if he knew I’d be there.” “I’d love to fuck your son’s ass,” Peter groaned, his dick pointed up into the air, precum dribbling down onto his stomach. A large pool was now created, mixing into his treasure trail. “Imagine fucking a father and son.” “I don’t need to imagine,” Dominic said, winking. “Fuck,” Peter said. “Where have you been all my life?” “I think we’ve all been thinking that,” Pastor Kline said. “How much cum do you make?” Dominic asked, picking up his pace? “Around 12 mls,” Peter said. "I measured once." Dominic’s eyes grew wide. “That’s more than double what's normal.” “Tell me about it,” Peter said. “And your bitch wife doesn’t appreciate it,” Dominic said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t know the god she has, but we do.” I pulled myself out of Pastor Kline and went to Dominic’s dresser in which he kept several instruments and toys. I pulled out a butt plug and inserted it into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Pastor,” Dominic said, eyeing the older man. “I’ve got a water bottle in the fridge filled with piss and cum. I want you to drink it all. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded and left. “Son,” Dominic said, eyeing me, “I want you to go into the kitchen and get a bottle with a large mouth. I want to catch Peter’s cum just to see how much this fucker shoots.” I followed Pastor Kline into the kitchen where he was already starting in on the bottle of piss and cum. I watched as he drank, the bits of cum clouding the yellow piss. I didn’t much care for the taste of cold piss, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. Watching him drink down the concoction, I found myself unable to believe that this was the same man I’d been looking up to for years. Now, I was watching him drink another man’s piss and cum while my toxic cum infected his hole. I’d just listened to him fantasize about having his own son fuck him. Never would I have believed Pastor Kline to be this perverted. I looked up to him even more than before. I couldn’t wait for him to be poz. I found the bottle Dominic had wanted and returned to the bedroom, coming to Peter’s side. Even though he hadn’t cum yet, the amount of precum over his stomach made it look as if Peter had already shot at least twice. “Why don’t you try some,” Dominic said, winking at me. I leaned down and started licking the precum off his stomach, some of his hairs sticking into my teeth. With my face pressed against his skin, I could almost feel Dominic’s dick hitting below my lips, a thin layer of muscle and tissue being the only thing keeping us apart. “This feels incredible,” Peter moaned. “This is only the beginning,” Dominic said. “Soon, we’ll have your fuck toy, Lewis, here to infect. After him, we’ll seduce Pastor Kline’s son into joining our ranks. We’ll be running out of recruits.” “I have a few names I can send your way,” Peter said. “Or, at least, a few men in our men’s group I’d love to have an opportunity to fuck.” “I second that,” I said, my mouth full of his precum. There were several men in the church I knew I’d love to have ass up, taking our poz dicks. I imagined what it would be like, looking out over the congregation, knowing I had fucked every man staring back at me, the strain gifted to me by Dominic running through all our veins. “Have you tasted your cum, Peter?” Dominic asked. Peter shook his head. Dominic nodded to me. I moved up to Peter’s mouth and forced it open with my tongue, dumping his precum inside. We stayed locked in this kiss for what felt like forever, swapping the ridiculous amount of precum between us. It tasted sweet and salty, and from Peter’s groans, I could tell that he liked it. Peter tried to say something as we kissed, our interlocking lips making his words muffled. “What?” I asked, releasing him. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. I grabbed the bottle Dominic had told me to get and held it up to Peter’s dick with one hand while my other hand started jerking him off. Peter’s breathing caused his chest to rise up in quick spurts, each breath shallow as his orgasm neared. “I’m cumming,” he moaned. “I’m cumming.” I kept jerking his dick with one hand while holding the bottle with the other. I watched in amazement as he started shooting thick ropes of cum into the bottle. His dick was almost a faucet pouring out his seed, his balls unable to hold the cum anymore. I kept jerking him off, stopping once when I thought he was finished, but he shook his head. “I’m still going,” he said. “Sexy fucker,” Dominic said, his own breathing changing as his orgasm neared. By the time Peter was finished, a quarter of the bottle was filled with his cum. I removed it and closed the lid, holding it up to Dominic. “What the fuck, man?” Dominic said, taking the bottle and eyeing the cum. “This is like four guys worth of cum.” “And I can go again,” Peter said. Dominic looked at me and smiled. “I think we’ve found our star breeder.” Pastor Kline came back into the bedroom, the empty bottle of piss and cum in hand. “I finished,” he said. “Good boy,” Dominic said. “Now, drink Peter’s cum.” Pastor Kline took the bottle from Dominic and opened the lid, swirling the contents around. He lifted it to his mouth and started drinking the cum. "I can't believe what I'm watching," Peter said. "Pastor Kline is drinking my cum like a protein shake." "It is," Dominic said. Halfway through, Pastor Kline took the bottle down, revealing cum around his lips and beads dripping down his chin. He smiled. “Tastes great.” “You see, Peter,” Dominic said, his pace quickening, “We know how to treat a man with your gift. And here’s your reward. A hot load of toxic cum.” His body shuddered as he unloaded in Peter’s ass, fingers digging into his legs, holding on to keep himself from collapsing. Both Dominic and Peter moaned from the waves of pleasure, their voices filling the room, making my cock jump. Dominic looked at Peter and then at me, smiling. “Fuck, that felt good.” I retrieved another butt plug and inserted it as soon as Dominic pulled out his dick. There were traces of blood and cum around his hole, proving once again how hard a lover Dominic was. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Peter said, resting his hands on his stomach. “I can feel your cum inside me.” “Speaking of which,” Dominic said, motioning Pastor Kline to clean of his dick. “Peter, I want to watch you fuck Will full of your manly sized load. Are you up for that?” “Sure am,” Peter said. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,” I told him. We switched places, my legs hoisted up in the air. It had been a while since I was fucked, and I missed it. While I liked fucking Pastor Kline, I needed to feel a cock in my ass. Seeing Peter’s hard dick bobbing up and down, I found my whole twitch. “Ready when you are.” Peter lined his dick up with my hole and slowly pushed inside. It was amazing how much I had changed. Where it had been painful and difficult the first time Dominic had fucked me, his dick opening me up, making me bleed, I was now taking Peter’s dick with no problem. There was still a bit of pain, but it felt good, making my cock harden. “I’ve never been this hard,” Peter said. “The plug should be hitting your prostate,” Dominic said, reaching down and pressing it into Peter’s ass. Peter shook, eyes rolling back. “Only a plug and a dick can hit that spot.” “And I need you to hit mine,” I told Peter. “Fill me up with all that cum.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said, slipping his dick all the way in before starting a slow, steady rhythm. “Are you still thirsty?” Dominic asked Pastor Kline who was cleaning his beard, none of Peter’s cum remaining on his face. “Always, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “Kneel.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees, his mouth open as Dominic positioned his cock overhead. A jet of piss shot out, hitting Pastor Kline’s lip at first, spraying him in the face. He quickly recovered and wrapped his lips around Dominic’s cock, his throat moving as he swallowed. “Does piss taste good?” Peter asked, watching as Pastor Kline continued drinking. “I never thought of drinking piss.” “It’s not for everyone,” Dominic said. “But for my men, I expect them to try it at least once. Will drinks it occasionally. Pastor Kline here is a real piss pig. He can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?” Pastor Kline nodded, his mouth still filling up with piss. “Just think,” Dominic said, “Your stomach is full of my piss, my cum, and Peter’s cum. Everything a growing slut needs.” “That’s fucking hot,” Peter said, slamming himself into my ass as he continued watching Pastor Kline’s depravity. “I can’t imagine being able to bounce back so quickly,” I said, watching Peter’s dick sliding in and out of my ass. “I don’t think I’d ever stop fucking.” “It wasn’t easy growing up,” Peter said. “All I wanted to do all the time was jerk off. I did it with a friend once, and he made fun of me because he came only twice and I came five times.” “No one understands a gift when they see one,” Dominic said. “If I were you, I’d look that asshole up and fuck him hard just to prove how impressive you really are.” “Maybe I will,” Peter said. “Or, better yet,” Dominic continued, “Why don’t you imagine you’re fucking him right now. Pretend Will is the guy. Fuck him hard, making him regret ever making fun of you.” Peter looked at me, his face unsure. “Go for it,” I told him, pulling my legs back further, exposing more of my hole. “Make me pay for it.” Peter smiled, then his brow furrowed, whatever hostility he had been holding up for years rising to the surface. I could feel his pace quicken, his thrusts no longer gentle but forceful, as if he was using his dick to hurt me. It felt incredible, his dick almost swelling even larger than before. He was hitting my prostate now, sending waves of pleasure throughout my sweating body. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. “How’s he doing, Son?” Dominic asked. “Incredible,” I moaned. “Give it to him,” Dominic said, standing behind Peter, his hands on his shoulders. He looked me in the eye, the same devious smile from my dream all those weeks ago returning. “Make him pay for it.” Peter slammed into my ass, his balls hitting me hard. I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my skin, rubbing, creating irritation. Clearly he was getting out his anger. “Think of how your wife doesn’t like you fucking her,” Dominic said, kissing Peter’s neck. “How hard to you want fuck that bitch now?” “Harder than she could imagine,” Peter growled. His fingers dug into my skin, sweat dripping down his body. His chest was heaving, Dominic’s hands finding his nipples. “Fuck!” Peter yelled, Dominic’s fingers twisting. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” “Fill his ass” Dominic said, smiling at me. “Fill me up,” I cried, my body shaking from Peter’s thrusts. Peter’s face contorted, mouth open in a silent scream as he shook, ramming his dick as far into my ass as possible. It felt as if someone was shooting a watergun in my hole. The cum wouldn’t stop pouring out of Peter’s cock. His orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Once it subsided, Peter looked at me, a single tear running down his face as he smiled. “I feel alive,” he said, falling forward onto me. He kissed me, his sweat dripping down on me. I looked at Peter as he smiled and found myself smiling bigger than ever before. Seeing him so happy, seeing him feeing fulfilled, flooded my body with an intense warmth. Without realizing it, I started cumming, shooting between our bodies. “Handsfree,” Peter said, laughing. “Yeah,” I said, unable to look away from him. For a single moment I found myself looking at Peter differently. The same intensity I felt with Dominic filled me as I looked at Peter. I wanted him to never leave. All I wanted was for him, Dominic, and myself to stay here forever. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Alright men, I have one more chapter written before I have to get to work and write some more. That means there may be a sunday where we can't cum together for our normal sexual service. However, I am working on a different story that I think might be a one-off. If you thought Dominic was twisted, wait till you meet this guy.

Went to the CumUnion party at The Works in Indy last evening. Got two huge loads up my ass, swallowed another, made one guy cum hands free while fucking him, fucked three other pigs, ended the night eating a hot hairy bear ass while he was sucking off another dude then slid in and dumped a massive load up his preloaded fuck chute. Still leaking cum this morning so the loads I took must have been really big.

Chapter 6.4 - Cumpadre His curiosity got the better of him and he was out at the soccer fields watching Toby's team play. He looked around and didn't see João anywhere. He even wandered to some of the other matches to check out the other teams, but didn't see him there, either. The match ended and after a short post-game meeting, Toby came up to Ric. "So, do you really like to watch second rate soccer or are you just checking out the guys?" Toby asked. Ric laughed and replied "A bit of both. I wasn't very good in high school. At first I didn't trust myself in the locker rooms, gym class was bad enough. When I was finally comfortable enough being gay, it was senior year and you can't really start sports then." "Yeah, I guess not. Some of these guys haven't been playing long, though. You would fit in. It's good exercise and keeps my butt attracting all sorts of horny guys" Toby said, laughing. "It is a sweet ass" Ric replied. A few seconds later he added "I thought there was another guy on the floor that played soccer." Toby stood there a moment and said "Hmm... I don't think so. At least not on the IM teams. There's one that plays on the university team, João. But he's way out of our league. He might be good enough to go pro." They started walking back towards the dorms when one of Toby's teammates came running up. He whispered something in Toby's ear and Toby laughed. Ric wondered what was funny and soon Toby told him "Gustavo thinks you're hot and wants to know why you haven't shown up at any matches before." He wasn't about to tell him why he was there, so he just said "I like to watch occasionally and Toby mentioned that he was playing today." "Cut the BS, Ric... you were checking out the hot asses looking for the next one to sink your dick into" Toby said with a grin. The bluntness surprised Ric and yet he guessed that from the comment Toby knew Gustavo was queer. When he looked at the smile on Gustavo's face, he knew he was right. "That too" Ric said, chuckling. "Oh... You're active... a top?" Gustavo asked. "Yeah, mostly. I'm versatile with my boyfriend, but it really depends on the other guy" Ric replied. Ric saw the shocked look on Gustavo's face and expected the next question, which he got only a second later. "You cheat on him?" "No, we're open. We both meet with other guys" Ric explained. "I bet it's fun to be one of those other guys" was the quick response. "Be careful of what you ask for. Ric is bigger than most guys and would probably wreck that hot little butt of yours. You had a hard time taking Davey's and he's not even close" Toby said. Ric laughed to himself and watched Gustavo look back at him. A moment later he moved closer to Ric and gave a quick feel of the bulge inside Ric's shorts. "Oh god" Gustavo said after the extended grope. -- A few days later, Ric and Mateo were walking to the elevator and saw Toby talking with Gustavo in the first floor lobby. "Hey guys, how's it going?" Ric said before introducing Mateo to Gustavo. "We were going to go on a short run, do you want to join us?" Toby asked. "Sure. We gotta change first. Uh... Come on up" Ric said. Ric figured it would be a good way to show Gustavo what he felt up the other day and see if he might be interested in playing some time. The four walked down the hall into Ric and Mateo's room and Toby closed the door. Ric and Mateo's t-shirts were off before they had even gotten inside the room. The sandals and jeans were off next, quickly followed by his trunks. Ric rummaged through the drawer and grabbed a jock, tank and running shorts. Mateo still had his cargo shorts on while he looked for his running gear. "I like the tattoo on your back. Are you a Scorpio too?" Gustavo asked innocently. The other three chuckled and Ric turned around, giving Gustavo a full frontal view of his naked body. He had trimmed his bush that morning and the biohazard tattoo was barely hidden by the remaining hair. Mateo replied "No... It's a warning that I can sting" as he turned around, dropped his cargo shorts and pulled on his running shorts. "Wow... that looks bigger than it felt. What does that tattoo mean?" Gustavo asked, looking over Ric and trying to figure out what Mateo meant. "The same as his scorpion. We both have HIV" Ric said. "But you look healthy" Gustavo said. "Mmhmm, we are" Ric said, just like he had told countless other guys that asked. He pulled on his jockstrap and shorts before pulling the tank top. He knew he'd be taking the shirt off part way through the run and hoped all four of them would be shirtless soon. Within ten minutes of starting their run, Ric got his wish as the shirts got pulled off. He ran with Mateo most of the time but would drop back to get a better view of the three sexy butts. Ric wondered if outing his and Mateo's status had ruined any chance that he could get into Gustavo's hot ass. As they finished their run, Gustavo waved as he headed back to his dorm a few blocks away. The other three ended up in Ric and Mateo's room and the three sweaty bodies were naked in seconds. "Need some dick?" Mateo asked, rubbing his fingers along Toby's moist crack. "Oh god yeah... I haven't had anything since Jack on Wednesday" Toby moaned. Ric was on his knees feeding Toby's mouth as Mateo pressed his face in, licking all over the sweat covered ass. He didn't spend much time rimming, his hard cock was eager to get into the ass that he hadn't fucked before. It was a tight fit, but Toby relaxed and was getting pounded a few minutes later. "Damn, that's a good ass... No wonder Ric's been keeping it to himself" Mateo said. Ric chuckled, feeling Toby get forced further on to his shaft. Mateo began to plow faster until his cock began to spew ropes of cum into the slick tunnel. Toby pulled off Ric's cock and moaned out "Ahhh fuck yeah! Breed that hungry pussy!" Mateo let the the load of cum soak inside a minute before slowly pulling out. He swapped spots with Ric and Toby eagerly licked the poz cum off Mateo's cock. Ric slid in easily and plowed Toby with long, firm strokes. The orgasm snuck up on him quicker than he expected and showered Toby's gut as he thrust in. "Ahhhh that feels so good" Toby moaned out. The three sat on the floor, recovering. "It always feels good to take a new guy's dick and cum, thanks. Hopefully that won't be the last time" Toby said, winking at Mateo. A moment later, he said "Ric... Gustavo was asking a few questions while we ran. I hope you don't mind, but I gave him your number since some of them I didn't want to answer." "No problem. Is he thinking about taking his chances with a poz load or three?" Ric asked. "Maybe. He sounds a lot more careful than I was. My desire to feel Jack's cock inside me outweighed everything else" Toby said. "I hope you don't regret it. I love knowing I have Ric's bug inside of me" Mateo said. "No, I don't. I just realize I rushed into it. I went from having my first experience with a guy to being poz in only a few months" Toby said. "Have you pozzed anyone yet?" Ric asked. "Yeah... A friend when I was home last summer. It was strange being a top, but that only lasted a month, thankfully. After he converted he went back to being a top and me a bottom" Toby said. "So you don't want to be the one to do Gustavo..." Ric then asked. "No... I think I'll save that for someone that I'm closer to" he replied. A day later, the first message came and slowly Ric knew he felt more comfortable asking questions. Questions were one thing, putting out was another and Ric had resigned Gustavo to the flirt-but-no-play group. That meant he was lower priority than guys that were actively looking to hookup. Like João. They had been meeting a couple times a week and Ric watched him become more comfortable with his status each time. Ric and Mateo had taken several of his loads, always like the first time he bred Mateo with a dick fucking his ass. "I think you're the closest I am going to get to having one of my people fuck me" Gustavo sent one day. "Why? Are there no other gay guys from there going to school here?" Ric asked. He felt ignorant not knowing what country he was from. He didn't want to guess wrong and offend him. He knew there was a camaraderie and yet a rivalry between different South American countries. He preferred the camaraderie of his fellow brown queers, even if he didn't speak their language. "No. All straight. I've never been with anyone from Brazil while I've been here for school, only at home" he replied. Ric smiled, but sent back "Being poz will make it harder. Find your compadre before you play with poz guys." He had a few motives for his response. One was to slow the stream of messages from Gustavo and two to satisfy Gustavo's need for hooking up with a fellow countryman. "Yes, u are right" Gustavo sent back. The messages didn't slow down, though, and Ric thought they might have gotten more intense. Gustavo even stopped by occasionally to talk face to face. They had been talking for over two hours when a text message came from João. "Free now?" he asked. It was his code for "I am very horny. Can we fuck?" and Ric laughed to himself. He typed back "Mateo not here. Talking with a friend. 5 min." Ric told Gustavo "A friend needs some help with an assignment. It's been good talking with you again." He had been trying to end the conversation for almost thirty minutes since it seemed to be going in circles. Gustavo hinting that he wanted to have sex but completely afraid of getting infected. Ric only had covered sex with clients and if his dick went into Gustavo, it would be bare. Gustavo nodded and asked one final question "Do you regret it?" "No, not at all. I've done a lot of things that I never would have, so the pluses outweigh the downsides" Ric said. Gustavo got up and opened the door to head back to his room. João was standing there and both gasped. "Do you know each other?" Ric asked. João pushed Gustavo back into the room and closed the door. "What are you doing here?" João asked him in Portuguese. Ric realized he wasn't going to be part of this conversation and sat back on the bed, trying to understand what he could. Gustavo told him that they were just talking. "Nothing more? No sex?" João then asked. Gustavo replied "No" and looked disappointed. "I didn't know you knew Ric, too. I will let him help you with your school work" Gustavo said. João looked confused but replied "Yes, I live at the other end of the floor." Ric could tell that Gustavo was nervous around João and wondered if he had a crush on him. "I should go, now" Gustavo said, switching back to English. Once Gustavo had left, Ric asked "Do you know him?" "Of course. He's from Brazil too. We sat next to each other on the plane coming back for this semester. He's a nice guy and a good football player, but he has a reputation since he is openly gay. Many guys don't want to be seen with him" João said. He thought a moment and then asked "Have you... had sex with him?" "No. He's too scared about HIV. I think he wants to, though. He's unhappy that he can't find any other gay Brazilians to have sex with and I guess I'm close enough" Ric replied, chuckling. "Oh? I know a few but I don't know if he would want them since they are older" João said. Ric laughed and said "To be honest, I think they could have three eyes, six fingers and a tail, as long as they were from your country." It took a few seconds for João to understand Ric's comment, but then he laughed too. A smile grew across his face before he said "I don't have a tail... or three eyes." "He has told me he is only a bottom, like you. If you know a top that might be interested, then you should give them a chance to decide for themselves" Ric replied. As João's smile turned to a wicked grin, he realized that he misunderstood. "You want to fuck him?" Ric asked. João nodded and said "Only if he understands what will happen. My playing days will be over as soon as I get my exam. There won't be a reason to hide anymore." "What exam?" Ric asked. "My medical exam. I get one every six months. When they find out I have HIV, they will kick me off the team. The other players will know I am gay too and won't want to play with me" João said. "Don't expect the worst. You might be surprised" Ric said. "Uh... do you want me to have him come back here?" Ric asked. He watched João nod, looking embarrassed that he was letting his urges drive his thoughts. Ric texted Gustavo and five minutes later there was a knock at the door. This time, Gustavo was excited and said "Ric said you wanted to ask me something." João nodded and asked "You wanted to have sex with us?" Gustavo nodded. "You understand that we will give you the bug, yes?" he then asked. "I know Ric will, yes" he said and then realized what João meant. "You too?" Gustavo asked and it was João's turn to nod. He thought about it only a moment and said "I am yours. Share your seeds and virus with me." Gustavo eagerly knelt in front of João and pulled his shorts down. Ric always knew when João was horny, since he only had his soccer shorts and a tank top on which made it easy for him to be naked in seconds. The shorts fell to his ankles and he kicked them to the side with the shirt joining them a half second later. João slipped back into Portuguese and Ric sat back, watching the pair. Ric noticed that João was taking a more dominant role and wondered if he was going to be needed to help João fuck Gustavo. After a few minutes of sucking, Gustavo leaned back and pulled his shirt off and then his shorts. He took the cock back into his mouth and João began to fuck his throat. The move surprised Ric and he slowly stroked his cock, watching the scene unfold. Several minutes later, João pulled Gustavo off his cock and said something to him, getting a vigorous nod from Gustavo. Gustavo turned around and showed João his jock framed ass. A pair of spit covered fingers lubed up the hole before João spit over the exposed ring. Without any hesitation, João pressed his uncovered cock to Gustavo's hole and pushed. It took a few tries, but Ric watched him finally penetrate Gustavo on his own. Moans came out of both of them as João held still just inside. He pulled out and added more spit before working his cock back in deeper. It was obvious that João didn't top much, but the longer he plowed, the more comfortable he looked. Ric could see that Gustavo was being patient and making sure that João lasted for more than a few minutes. The thrusts got faster and soon Gustavo was fucking back on João's cock. The fuck lasted twice as long as Ric expected and neither seemed to want it to end. João growled out and tried to delay the inevitable orgasm, but a minute later he thrust in hard and his body shook. Ric smiled, knowing that he was breeding Gustavo's hungry ass completely on his own with no help from a cock in his ass. The moan from the bottom was long and low as he milked the cock that was planted inside him. João stood there, shocked at what he'd just done, but slowly pulled back. He slowly sat down on the floor, dripping sweat and breathing heavily. Gustavo looked over at Ric and smiled, wiggling his ass to call him over. Ric chuckled and got off the bed, but he turned Gustavo around so he was facing João. The cum helped Ric force his cock into the tight hole. While João might have been thicker than average, he wasn't as thick as Ric was. The thrusts started slowly letting Gustavo adjust to the girth. There was still a note of pain in his moans, but he didn't show any signs of wanting Ric to stop. It was a short fuck since he'd been edging while João had fucked him. Just over ten minutes after he entered him, Ric's balls started to release their seed. He never went deep, trying to keep as much of João's venom inside as he could and add to it. Just like he had with João, Gustavo worked his ass to get every drop of cum that he could from Ric's cock. Ric slowly pulled out and even with a gentle fuck, he could tell that they had done some damage to Gustavo's guts. Once he'd pulled out completely Gustavo crawled over to João and sat next to him, holding him close and resting his head on João's shoulder. "We shouldn't have done that" João said, looking guilty. "You made my dream come true. It's a small price to pay. I am yours any time you want me" Gustavo said.

Chapter 6.3 - Down the Hall He'd been playing around too much Spring semester and now it was time to pay up. Midterm tests were coming and Ric worried that his grades were suffering. Taylor's comment from a year before was getting too close to the truth, he was fucking his way through college. The door was closed and he had earbuds in playing quiet nature sounds while he studied. Ric reached around and grabbed the water jug from the small dorm fridge. It only had half a glass left and it was time for short break to refill it. As he pulled his earbuds off and put them back in the charging case there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it up and saw a startled short guy looking back at him. Ric recognized the guy from the other end of the floor, but had only seen him wandering around and had never talked to him. Ric wore his usual uniform of only jogging shorts and sandals while the other guy had jeans and a tee on. Standing at least five inches shorter than Ric, he looked intimidated. "Hi, what's up?" Ric asked. "Uh... Hi. I'm David from the other end of the hall. My... Uh... roommate is really sick and he asked me if you could come down there to check him out" the guy said. Ric chuckled and replied "I'm not sure why he'd want to talk to me since I'm not a doctor. I haven't even made it to pre-med yet." "I don't know anything or why he wanted you, but he asked so here I am. Can you please just come see him? He looks awful" David asked. Ric set the water bottle down, grabbed his phone and keys and followed David back to his room. Ric wasn't really sure who David's roommate was, but followed him at a brisk pace down the long hallway. Once in the room, Ric remembered the roommate immediately. João laid there almost naked with a pair of skimpy briefs struggling to contain a large bulge. He looked like a lot of soccer players he saw on TV. He was pretty sure he played on the team with Toby, but since he'd only gone to one game he wasn't sure. The few times he'd run into João, he seemed to have a very macho attitude and had actively avoided any of the openly gay guys on the floor, Mateo and Ric included. He had assumed that João was straight and homophobic, but maybe that was premature judgment. Ric was a little surprised to see him manscaped, with his chest hair trimmed, stomach shaved and a perfect, narrow line of hair running from his navel down to the top of the briefs. The beard on his face was similarly trimmed close all the way up the sides of his head to a slightly longer top. The only thing that prevented him from modeling the latest swimwear was that his body was covered in sweat and he passed out almost as soon as Ric got there. João's neck looked swollen and Ric saw a few patches of rash on his otherwise unblemished light brown skin. Almost immediately, Ric knew why he was called and had a guess as to what João was experiencing. "What's his temperature?" Ric asked and before getting a reply asked "How long has he been like this?" David said "It started Thursday night. I don't have a thermometer, so I don't know what his fever is. He looked bad when I went to classes yesterday and the rash started this morning. He keeps moaning like he's in pain, too." Ric glanced up and saw the large Brazilian flag hanging next to the bed and muttered "crap" to himself since his knowledge of Portuguese was only slightly better the German that the guy had tried to converse with him at the bathhouse a week earlier. "Can you go to the RA's room and see if he has a thermometer?" Ric asked David. He saw João open his eyes and asked "Habla Espanol?" and got a strained "poquito" in reply. "OK, I think I know why you asked for me" he said and before he could finish his sentence, he saw João pointing a finger at his biohazard tattoo. "Ah, well, welcome to the club" Ric said. He then told João "I don't speak Portuguese and I was hoping we could talk privately, but English it is. I assume if you got HIV it was from gay sex. Correct?" and watched João nod 'yes' before breathing deep. "Does David know you're gay or bi?" Ric asked next. He heard João reply softly "No. No one knows." There was pain in his voice and he knew João ached like he never had before. He remembered feeling the same a few years earlier. A few seconds later, David came in the room with a digital thermometer. "He said to aim it at the forehead, several inches away and hold it there a few seconds" David said. "101.7 F which is... 38.7 C" Ric said, handing the thermometer back to David. A moment later he continued "Keep checking it every four or six hours and if it gets much higher, he should go to the emergency room. Let's get some wet towels for him and I'll go pick up some stuff to keep him hydrated." Ric kept checking on him and it took until the following Wednesday until João's fever broke and he was able to walk around. Monday after classes and with his first mid-term exam completed, he dragged João over to the clinic to find out for sure. Wednesday they were back and Ric sat in the waiting room and he finally saw João come out of the exam area with Hector ushering him back. "He's going to need some help. He said that he knew what it was, but still took it hard. I'm glad you are here to watch him. But... Uh... Is it from you?" Hector asked. Ric shook his head 'no' and said "I didn't know he went that way. He avoided all of us gay guys. But I guess he saw my tattoo at some point and asked for me when he got sick." "We won't know what his numbers are until the end of the week. Bring him back next Monday and we'll figure out what he wants to do. Keep an eye on him until then, please?" Hector asked. Ric nodded and the pair headed back to the dorm. "If you want to talk, I'm a good listener, but I'd like to know what happened" Ric said after they got a half block away. "My parents are not accepting of people like us. They said very bad things about my cousin and almost as bad about my uncle and aunt for... loving him anyway. So, I have kept it to myself. Here, I can find men to meet and not have to worry about them finding out" João said softly. After a pause, he continued "I met a guy several weeks ago. He was nice at first and the sex was amazing. The last time we met, he got angry while he fucked. He told me that I was going to pay for the asshole that pozzed him. That all of us Mexican fags deserve to die from AIDS. But I'm not from Mexico..." he said, starting to sob. Ric put his arm around João and they stopped. "Stupid people lump all of us brown folks in whatever bucket their racist minds want to. You'll be ok, life will go on. It's not like you can change it, anyway" Ric said. Over the weekend, Ric, Mateo and João talked. "One of the questions they'll ask you is if you want to go on treatment right away" Mateo said. "Why wouldn't I? Doesn't everyone?" João asked. "Not all. Neither of us are and I know several other guys that aren't. I love feeling a guy filling me up with viral loads almost as much as I like giving them" Ric said. The shocked look on João's face surprised Ric and he wondered which part shocked him. "You're not afraid to take more infected cum? Or infect them?" João asked. "Once you have it, it doesn't matter. Some neg guys like the risk and others want it, so we can help them out" Ric replied, smiling back at João. "Do you mean I don't have to worry any more? I could take your poz cum and it wouldn't make me sick again?" João asked. "No. Not now or after you start medications. The only guys you might want to stay away from are neg guys that aren't on PrEP. Unless they want your bug. You would be very toxic right now" Mateo said. João shook his head. "No, I am only a bottom... But you could fuck me and we both would be ok?" He asked. "Of course. Why? Are you horny?" Ric asked. He and Mateo watched as João nodded 'yes' quickly, his body tingling at the thought of finally having sex again. Ric closed and locked the door and when he turned around, Mateo was pulling João's jersey over his head. Ric tugged his shorts down and they were all naked seconds later. Ric pressed against his back and Mateo his front. Mateo kissed him roughly until Ric turned João's head and and did the same. When Mateo turned his head back, Ric slid down his back, letting his tongue trace down his spine. João let out a loud moan when Ric grabbed both butt halves and buried his face in. The muscled ass was firm in his hands and the experienced hole felt good on his tongue. For all of the manscaping that João did on the upper front side of his body, he left the layer of fur on his legs and ass natural. Ric was in heaven and barely noticed when João bent over and started sucking on Mateo's cock. Ric felt a tap on his arm and knew that was Mateo's indication that it was time to change up. Next, João was on his knees, taking Ric's dick into his mouth while Mateo was getting in position to enter João's hole. The moment Mateo's cock touched João's hole Ric felt him tense up. Ric quietly said "Shhhh, you'll be ok. He won't hurt you and you can't hurt him" as he stroked João's head. Mateo's face soon smiled and Ric watched his boyfriend slowly slip inside the muscular ass. A moan surrounded his cock, followed by a tongue resuming it's work on his shaft. Mateo slowly built up speed which helped Ric's cock thrust into João's throat. João took the ass and throat drilling better than Ric expected, since most closeted guys didn't have a lot of experience. He even deep throated himself on Ric's cock a few times, staying down longer than most guys. When Ric heard the familiar growls, he knew his boyfriend was close. Ric slipped his cock out of the warm, wet mouth and held João's head gently. The whimper from João when Mateo came deep in his ass was a little surprising. Ric wondered if it was from regret or if he really was that submissive. When Mateo pulled out, Ric said "Turn around" and watched both guys turn around on their knees. He was close and he didn't know how much longer he could hold the cum in his balls. Ric reached around and guided João's stiff shaft to Mateo's ass and got another whimper. "Just slide in, I'll do the rest" Ric said and with half of João's cock in, Ric drove his own spit covered shaft into the cum filled hole. Moans came out of all three guys while Ric started to thrust into the freshly bred hole. Mateo had stretched him enough that Ric easily started pounding João. "Fuck, that's one hot poz ass" Ric said as his hips bounced off the firm butt. After a few minutes, Ric realized that João was pulling back after each inward thrust so that the next thrust would fuck him into Mateo's chute. "Maybe he's not a total bottom" Ric thought. A hard thrust pushed his dick all the way into João's hole and thus his into Mateo. Ric pumped a few more times and then buried his cock again. When he did it the next time, he felt João's hole spasm around his cock and a deep moan come from Mateo. He stayed planted, enjoying the muscles massage his shaft as João bred his first guy since converting. When the squeezes softened, Ric plunged one more time into João's hole and unleashed his own viral seed into the sloppy chute. The three stood there, breathing heavy with their sweaty bodies pressed together for a few minutes. The sound of gasping was broken up when Mateo said "That was a huge load... When did you cum last?" "Before I got sick" João said, sounding embarrassed. "You sure he'll be ok?" he then asked and finally "I have not fucked anyone since I came here for school." "Hopefully it won't be the last time. You have a great dick and I love how that little curve feels" Mateo said. They pulled out from each other and laid on the floor, João licking Ric's cock and Mateo, his. "Feel better?" Mateo asked. "Much better. Both of you fuck like my friends from last year. It brought back a lot of good memories" João said. "What happened to them?" Ric asked. "They graduated and moved back to Sao Paulo. They want me to go back for their wedding, but now I can't" João said. "There are lots of solutions. If you want to go, you should" Mateo said. "Back to the present... How did you like breeding my boyfriend?" Ric asked. "It felt good, but I don't think I could have done it without you fucking me at the same time" João replied.

Chapter 6.2 - Sparky "U like doin negs?" was the message Ric got from Jim. Ric laughed to himself and wondered where this was going. He liked that they had continued to hookup after the summer break but knew that once the new library was finished they might not. A few had been longer fucks than their usual pump and dump on the construction site. Ric had even met Jim's roommate when they had an extended fuck session at his apartment. "Done my share. why?" he replied. A few seconds later Jim replied "Been fuckin an electrician" and then "Last time he said he just tested neg again and wondered why" followed by "he thought all poz guys could give him bug." "doesnt sound like he's too worried abt it. he chasin?" Ric asked. "Dunno bred him most of summer b4 he found out I was poz" Jim replied then added "others stopped fuckin him when they found out I was nailing him too. dumbfucks dont understand since I'm undetectable I'm safer than most guys no matter how many times I tell em." Ric wondered what Jim was thinking and if he wanted to poz the guy up. "U gonna stop meds to do it?" he sent. "Kinda wanted to watch u fck him first" Jim answered. Ric chuckled. "fuck him or poz him?" he asked. "Fuck. Dont think hes had a dick as big as u. hes cocky. b nice to watch a college guy own his ass" Jim texted back. Ric thought about it a moment and replied "If I fuck him, I'll own his ass 4 sure. where n when?" Jim sent a message back a few minutes later "checking. prob do longer fuck than we can at jobsite. u know places? don't want to use my apt." "Bathhouse?" Ric asked. "I dunno, might be too public for him" Jim replied. "Just go at an off time and have him get a room. He can decide how visible he is" Ric said, starting to think this was going to be too much work. "Monday eve might be quiet. Can u do that?" Jim asked. Seven thirty on Monday night, Ric walked into the bathhouse. "Not one of your usual times. Meeting someone?" the attendant asked. "Yeah. Not even sure if he'll show. How's the crowd?" Ric replied. "No crowd. Only a handful inside right now. It might pick up after ten" he got as a reply. Ric stripped down and stuffed his clothes in the locker before heading to the sauna. He gave Jim and his friend Sparky an hour before he would give up and head back home. He didn't have to wait long and he saw Jim and another guy come into the sauna. Once they got close he could see the other guy better without the steam. Sparky was a several years older than Jim or maybe he just had a hard life. His head was shaved and he wore several days scruff on his face. His smooth body held several extra pounds and the good start of a beer belly. There were several small tattoos scattered over his body and one large lightning bolt tattoo on his upper left arm. When he took the towel off his waist, Ric saw a rather small cock and no pubes. Ric didn't think Sparky was very attractive and hoped that he was a better lay than eye candy. At least when he turned around to check out the steam room Ric saw a nice, but smooth, ass. "Did you get a room?" Ric asked. Jim shook his head "No, the guy up front said there weren't a lot of people here so Sparky decided to chance it." "Ya only live once, huh?" Sparky said in a thick southern drawl. Ric chuckled and nodded, spreading his legs and stroking his soft cock. "Damn that's big" Sparky said, keeping his sentences short. He kept staring too and started to lick his lips. "Yeah, I won the lottery in that department. Come on over and give it a try. Let's see if you can wrap your lips around it" Ric said. Sparky looked around and no one else had come into the sauna. He came closer and bent over, taking Ric's partially hard cock into his hand. "Fuck" he said before pulling the foreskin back and licking over the head. Ric hadn't showered and he knew there might be more than just sweat and some piss under the hood, but Sparky didn't object. Slowly, he took more of Ric's cock into his mouth and Ric watched Jim disappear behind Sparky. A few seconds later, Sparky moaned around Ric's cock and Ric assumed that came from Jim's tongue on his ass. The moans kept coming and Sparky began sucking harder and deeper. It wasn't the best blowjob Ric had gotten but it wasn't the worst, either. Sparky mostly kept his teeth from scraping on Ric's shaft, but Ric was used to it. He licked back up the shaft, letting Ric's cock pop free of his lips. After taking a deep breath and going back down, he took Ric further into his mouth and just let the tip hit his throat. Ric rested his hand on the back of Sparky's head, pushing harder until the tip squeezed in. Sparky struggled and Ric let up, giving him a moment to refill his lungs before pushing his head back down. With his cock deeper in Sparky's throat this time, Ric gently started to thrust up, getting a little deeper. A few moments later, he saw Jim's head pop up and then stand up. He let Sparky grab another bit of air and pressed down as he watched Jim push in. Like he usually did when he fucked Sparky, Jim slowly sunk his entire shaft into the hole. Sparky had told him he loved to feel the burn and today he was sure Sparky would feel it at least twice today. He made sure there was just the bare minimum coating of spit to let him in. A slow drag pulled his cock all the way out before he shoved back in. This time, he didn't stay planted and began to plow way with firm strokes. Ric was fucking his face too, just with shorter strokes. The moans had turned to groans and Ric could tell Sparky was in pain. He wasn't trying to push off or wiggle away, so Ric pulled his head back and let him nurse on Ric's cock. The moans returned after a couple minutes until Jim would thrust in and make him grunt. Jim started to drill Sparky faster and Ric figured he was close. He had never seen Jim top before and now knew he was much more than just a horny bottom. Out of the steam Ric saw a guy come closer, stroking his cock. When he got next to Jim, Ric recognized him as the guy he called spiderman. The guy was about fifty and had a dozen or more spider tattoos crawling up his arm. Ric and Taylor had taken turns the previous Spring making sure that his cum was now virally enhanced. Spiderman grinned at Ric and watched Jim inch ever closer to orgasm as he slowly stroked his hard cock. A loud growl preceded Jim's last thrust, followed by the first breeding that night of Sparky's hole. It looked like a long orgasm and Ric wondered if he had been saving up to make sure he flooded Sparky's cunt. Spiderman grinned and then wordlessly asked if he could be next. Ric wasn't sure that Sparky knew there was another guy in the sauna, but he found out when instead of Ric getting up or Jim pushing back in, he got spiderman's long thin cock. Sparky jolted a bit, but Ric held his head. It didn't take long before spiderman was pounding Sparky's ass. His fuck looked pretty boring to Ric, with only one motion and one speed. He only lasted five minutes before he began to shoot his toxic jizz into Sparky. Ric would have preferred to be the only one filling Sparky with viral cum, but so far Sparky wasn't a good enough fuck to earn Ric's desire to be the only one. Once spiderman was out of the way, Ric and Jim swapped spots. The hole might have been slick with two guys' loads, but it still was tight. He saw Sparky's face buried in Jim's crotch with a cock probably deep into his throat. Ric got a couple inches in and bent over Sparky, pressing his chest to Sparky's sweaty back. With his head next next to Sparky's, he asked "Ready to get knocked up, Sparky?" Sparky whimpered with Jim's cock still in his mouth. "I'll take that as a 'yes'" Ric said, plunging his cock most of the way in. Sparky screamed out but most of it was muffled by Jim's cock. His body squirmed and twisted but since he was pinned between Ric and Jim, it just forced Ric's cock in deeper. Ric raised his hips and gave another hard thrust, digging into a new spot and making Sparky scream even louder before Jim pushed his cock in deeper. "Jim said you were disappointed your last test was neg. I hope that won't be a problem next time" Ric said, rolling his hips so his cock was almost out before driving back in. Slowly he plowed, forcing most of the two loads out and stretching the soft chute with each thrust. The whimpers returned a few minutes later along with Ric's faster strokes. Ric saw Jim face fuck Sparky's throat and he started to plow faster too. Once Sparky got used to one intensity, Ric would go harder. Ric pushed up, keeping his grip on Sparky's shoulders while he kept pounding. Jim smiled back at him and Ric wondered if he was up for a fuck like this. Most of their encounters had been quite a bit tamer. Another five minutes had Ric close and a few minutes more found him firing off volleys of his cum into Sparky's battered cunt. A few guys had gathered to watch Sparky get fucked and a few made comments when Ric shoved in the final time. "He's fucked" one guy said. "Lucky bitch" said another. Ric chuckled, quickly glancing to see who might be a good hookup next time. Once the adrenaline had faded, Ric slowly pulled his cock free and watched cum drip out of the wrecked hole. He stood back and Jim got up, leaving Sparky gasping for breath and braced on the bench. Jim slid his hard cock into the loose hole and laughed. It was then that Ric saw the fresh ink on Jim's upper back. The bio tat was larger than his but looked perfectly sized for the placement between his shoulders. It only took a couple minutes before Jim was growling again and pumping more of his seed into Sparky's hole. Ric took a seat and Sparky licked his cock briefly. When Jim had pulled out, Sparky stood up obviously in pain. "Fuck, my ass and throat are so fuckin sore" Sparky said. "That should hold you for a couple days" Jim said, slapping Sparky's ass. They headed off toward the showers with Ric trailing the other two. "Nice ink, Jim" Ric said as they rinsed off. "It's your fault. I liked your tat and wanted to get one, but I was afraid of the reaction I'd get. I've been getting a lot more action the past year and found more guys that aren't afraid of fuckin poz guys. Seem to be a lot more poz college students that want some hole to fuck, too" Jim said. Ric smiled back at him. "That might be my fault too" Ric thought.

100%. While it's usually fun to rut in fresh Hole, it's always fun to rut in known, reliably hot cumdumps. I usually hit my favorite joints about the same time, same nights. Fairly often I see a guy I "know", and generally we trade knowing glances, a bit of a smile, sometimes even a bit of a chat. Once in a while, I'll re-Breed, which only turns the heat up for all the fresh meat. Every guy loves fresh meat, since if we haven't had it before, there's always a chance it'll turn out to be great. In any case, a clump of men rawfucking each other is always fun.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is another one that's been sitting around a while. There's only one part. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. ----- I'm one of those guys that's always horny and doesn't really care who he fucks. There were usually only bottoms out looking on the apps and sites near me, anyway. Most would take any half hard dick if it would just show up. I had chatted with plenty of bottoms over the years that listed "neg only" on their profiles that with very little arm twisting would gladly take my very toxic load. Most assumed when I said I was poz, that meant I was undetectable. It was always an awkward conversation to have when you're horny, but in the end they were more interested in getting fucked than anything else. One night I was looking over a few sites and I saw a guy that had a party ad for the next night at 6pm. His profile said he was a bottom on PrEP, mid thirties, kind of average size-wise and liked anonymous hookups. The party ad said that he was looking for 800 loads or something ridiculous and no loads refused so I sent him a message along with a party request. "Hey, like ur profile. Want me to load u up b4 the party?" I sent. The next day I got a message. "Thanks. sounds hot. is that 8 porn or real inches? u undetectable?" I'd seen these replies before and figured he'd wimp out pretty quick, but I sent him back "It could be really hot. Real inches. Not undetectable but ur on prep so it doesnt matter." "What about other guys at party? they might not be" he replied. "u said no loads refused nevermind" I replied and cancelled my request. Most guys like this were more interested in getting dick in them and I was surprised he cared about the other tops that had signed up. The site said that 22 were already approved but I knew that if five showed up he'd be doing good. A minute later I got back a reply "any load is good hope u can make it Sunset Inn #203 ready after 5pm" I waited a few hours and sent back "have another offer. might make it at 5 or 6." I knew at this point he'd rather take a toxic load than worry about the other guys fucking him. My goal was to bathe their dick's in a viral sea of cum. I didn't have any other offers, I just wanted him to be desperate for any dick he could get. At five forty the next day, I showed up at his motel room. The door was held open by the extended deadbolt. I walked in and gently closed the door, just like I found it. Only one dim light was on in the corner, enough to see where the bottom was but not bright enough to get any video evidence. Exactly how I like these hookups. I heard a little noise, but by the time I got past the bathroom, he was blindfolded and on all fours on the bed. I walked closer and felt his bare ass, running my fingers along the crack. His hole was lubed and a sniff told me it wasn't from cum. My cock got harder by the second and I quickly pushed my jeans off. Two spits on his hole and I shoved half of my eight inches into him. Some guys would scream out, but not this one. There was a little pain in his groan, but not a lot. A second thrust got three quarters and a third had him rooted. Each stroke after that was long and purposeful. I kept plowing him for about fifteen minutes until I heard more guys enter the room. I waited until four guys were there and then started to pound him. I heard grunts, groans and the occasional "thank you sir" as I glanced around the room. The guys were all stroking their dicks, waiting for their turn. I had been there long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I could see the decent mix of guys pretty clearly. Everything from a nervous, plain, early 20's guy that looked like he just walked off a construction site to a late sixties otter. One guy I recognized from several of these types of parties. Sometimes he'd bottom, sometimes he'd top. My seed had gone into him at least three times and I'd watched his profile change from 'neg' to 'ask me'. A few hard thrusts and my cock was planted deep as it began to spew my toxic seed into his prep'd guts. When the last spurt shot out, I looked around the room wondering who were the protected ones and who weren't, Each one looked eager to sink their dick into the potent soup I'd just dumped into the cumslut. I marked his back with the marker on the bed, hoping he'd get at least a dozen more loads throughout the night, but figured that the five of us would probably be it. When I pulled out the construction guy took my place. I stood around and watched the next few guys fuck the host. With no new attendees, I pulled my jeans back on and headed out of the room. A guy was standing in the hall, nervously waiting and trying to get up the guts to go in. I could see a nice bulge in his gray sweatpants that he was trying to hide. "He's a good fuck and there's only a few guys in there. Have some fun" I whispered as slowly walked by him. A glance back as I made it a few rooms down saw him disappear into the party room. When I got home I sent a message to the bottom telling him "thx. nice ass. hope the other guys liked my lube."

Paul is a bearded mature top, somewhat hairy and with a noticeable covid-19 belly. He is a natural hunter and can be insatiable when the sexual needs call. No sex in weeks had him feeling very frisky and he decided to hit the sauna. It does not visit it often but when he does, he likes to take his time, arouse by its sleazy atmosphere. He likes to walk around watching other men engaging in public hot action and finds pleasure observing the different chase and flirting dynamics that happen in there. The smells, the dark corners, the glory holes,... It was Thursday evening and it was not busy yet at the sauna. Paul was walking around, exploring before choosing his first prey. On one of this walks through a corridor, he finally saw something that caught his attention. A sexy stud, around 22 years old, coming his way. Muscular smooth body, friendly face, beautiful smile... "Wow! Look at this candy right here" thinks Paul. "He looks like a soldier or a fireman". The young man walked confidently passing by his side without even giving him a look. But that was not a deterrent for Paul's libido, that was already beginning to take control of him. He just came from that direction and knew that the corridor ended in a dark room with a sling in it, The room was empty at the moment though, so he stayed put waiting for him to return through the corridor. But after a couple of minutes waiting, it was clear that this hot fella was confortable waiting alone in the dark room so Paul decided to come in as well. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darker space but he found the young man exactly where he was wishing to find him. Lying on the sling with his legs up. He was delighted observing the view. It was a well rounded ass with some blondish bush of hair around the hole. "Uffff" - "Hi, good evening" said Paul friendly, approaching him slowly while the boy lifted his head to check on his visitor. - "Hey,.. good evening..... all good?" answered back. - "Oh sure, very good right now. I have not seen you here before but you look gorgeous. What's your name?" asked Paul. He was already standing close to his offering ass. - "Well, thank you. I'm Johnny. I' rarely come here, actually." The young man smile but his tone of voice was cold. - "Then I'm lucky that you decided to come today!". Paul then removed his towel letting his cock free. It was not hard yet but even then his size was considerable. He moved closer to him, getting his penis touching his buttchecks. - "Mmmm.... no... sorry" said Johnny rejecting his approach. - "No? why not? You don't want to get fucked?" asked Paul, not stepping back and now actively rubbing his penis around his hole teasing him. - "I don't.... you are not... I look for something else." he struggled to answer. - "Something else.... In what way?" - "Well, I'm sorry but I like younger men..... and I'm not much attracted to beards either to be honest. And certainly not like this, no unsafe sex with a stranger". - "Okay, okay. Clearly not a match. Message received. I won't bother you any longer" said Paul while leaving the room with certain disappointment. He continued with his search and found 2 other men that gave him proper blowjobs. But he did not manage to cum. He wanted a long fuck session that night and a blowjob would just not do it. He was also still thinking of Johnny and his lustful body, so 40 minutes after his first visit, he decided to check the sling room again. Johny was still laying on the sling. A few guys had entered the room in the meantime but already left and none had fucked him yet so he started to feel frustrated. - "How is it going?". It took a moment for Johny to link the voice to his owner. - "Oh... you. hey. Well... It's not my night, it seems. And this place seems less busy than before. But it's okay, I will be leaving soon" - "Yes, it is sort of empty. But it gets quite busy around 00:00 at night, when the bars start closing. And tomorrow is free day for most people, so I'm sure you can get then lots of attention." Answered Paul. He then started approaching him again. He wanted to see that body much closer. - "Oh, did not know that. I start working in a couple of hours, so I can never stay that late." - "I see. Are you sure then that you don't want me to please you with this so you don't leave empty handed" said the bear while grabbing his cock, that was getting thicker by the chat. - "Look. I'm trying to be polite here. Yes, I'll admit you have a nice cock but still I dont think that we play in the same league. I rather go home "empty handed" than having sex with you. Not a chance". His words were harsh but his tone was now complete different. Sarcastic. Playful. Paul noticed a possible opening. - "Well, you are a bit cocky but It's undeniable that you are incredibly atrractive. You play indeed in another league and I'm sure you are very popular among men. I must say though that I have many more years of experience and I have been rejected many times before. What the time has taught me is that it only takes a certain amount of subtances to make horny bottoms like you change their mind." - Subtances? You mean alcohol or weed? I've done stupid things while drunk but I really doubt I would give in even then. I'd let you try it though." said Johnny while laughing loudly. He was much more relaxed with Paul's presence by now. - "Okay! Let me try it then. But I was not thinking of alcohol. It's a horny powder called Tina. I have some in my locker and I could put a bit in your ass, if you like." - "Tina? It does not ring a bell. It's like extasy? I've heard from friends that it can get you quite horny." - "Yes... well.... it's actually different but still quite hot." - "Mmmmmn.... I don't know... I've been always curious to try stuff but not like this... I wouldn't give you sex in exchange." - I offer it to you without any compromise. Try it and if you still don't want me, I'll be the one leaving the place. Deal? Or are you scared of falling for me?" teased Paul sarcastically. - "Im not scared of anything! Just bring the damn thing and let's see. It seems there is not much else to do in this quiet place anyway." - "Great!! Please, lube your ass a bit while I pick it up". He then left the room but came back within a minute, carrying a little plastic bag, filled up with crystal shards. - "Okay. I'll put a bit of it in you. It may sting a bit, alright?" warned Paul. He then licked his finger and shoved it deep in the bag. It came out with crystals attached to it. It was way more quantity than he expected to use but he shove the finger in his lubed hole anyway. "It's a young strong boy, it will be fine". The finger slid in the hole with easiness. He then rubbed it through his inside wall. Then took it out and rubbed it also around the anus. Paul's cock was fully hard by now and sleazy thoughts started to rush in: "You are mine now, boy. This is is gonna be a very horny night" (To be continued)

Who here loves Arab cock? I seem to not be able to get enough and with summer coming on, on the Gold Coast in Australia, I'm getting excited as this is a time when a lot of Arabs come over to get away from there summer. I have had one guy contact me asking if I am doing anything next week, and wants to breed like a white whore.

I work hard at being a good piece of ass. I go thar little bit extra to ensure that a man enjoying my body gets the value of his time and energy spent - after all, he could have chosen any out of a sea of bottoms, and he chose me to rut. So I take a dim view of lazy bottoms. This evening hosting in Louisville, I fielded, in short order, no fewer than three requests from men who wanted to come and “clean up” my ass with their mouths if only I would be so good as to contact them and let them know when I had taken at least two loads. Mark this - I, who had gone to the trouble of rinsing out my guts, driving an hour, paying for a hotel room, negotiating hookups, and taking cock up the ass, was to then be at pains to contact them to let them know when they could then come harvest the cum from my cunt. I am not a hive of bees from which they can come gather cum as if it were so much honey from the comb. But then comes dude number four, by which time I’ve had enough of this, and tell him I’m only going to let a man let me out if he fills me back up again afterward. He responds that he’d love to fill me, and sends a cock shot. Then he adds that he’d like me to straddle his cock - which basically means I’d be fucking myself on him instead of him doing any fucking - and then comes the cherry on the parfait: After I straddle him, he wants me to squat over him so the cum leaks out of my cunt onto his belly. So he goes from offering to eat me out to simply lying there and letting the cum run out onto him after I impale myself on him. Fuck. That. Noise. How goddamn lazy can you possibly get? Oy, you bottoms reading this - next time you’re tempted to do something as asinine as ask a cumdump if you can come lick all the loads he’s just taken for yourself, ask yourself: Would you want someone to do it to you? I’m betting not. Why, then, would you expect someone else to agree to something so selfish, inconsiderate and shamelessly lazy? Get your own fucking hotel rooms, attract your own fucking Tops, and earn your own fucking loads with your own fucking fuckholes.

It’s not on our end. We wouldn’t charge him rent at all, but between his truck payment and the insurance it comes to about $900 per month. I advised him not to purchase said truck at his age. He has never left the Deep South and we live 900 miles away in a city (where he lives, the nearest neighbor is miles away). He’s going to have to walk away on his own, I want to help but at the same time I don’t want have all hell break loose. We have invited him to come and stay for a week when he has some time off and see if he likes it. If he can figure out his finances he knows he can stay here free. At this point I just want him to at least have some privacy and to stop numbing his issues with alcohol and weed (both of which he has admitted to using in vast quantities over the last few months). I guess my hope is that he will come stay a week and realize that he can have a life outside of the bubble he’s in. Thanks for your opinion, I appreciate the advice.

After a longer break I visited my favourite sauna with my friend yesterday. I immediately went to the steam where I crashed a short tattooed bearded guy. He had nice thick dick. After a short mutual jerking he was on his knees and swallowed my cock deeply. After a while we changed and I gave him a hot deepthroat fuck. When his tool was covered fully with my saliva I stood up. We continued jerking each other and kissing. I slowly pushed his hand on my ass and he started to play with my hole. I turned back and bent towards the wall. He shoved his cock and started to fuck me. It didn’t last too long but was quite intense. Finally he started to breathe faster and I could feel his explosion in my ass. After some cruising and shorter suckings, my friend wanted to have a rest in the Finnish sauna. Four guys were sitting inside. They were speaking in English. One of them had a nice thick and long dick. He was slowly playing with it. I was staring it and stroking my dick too. After a while he said that it was too hot and left. Not much later we left too. As we walked out of the Finnish sauna area I saw that he laid on a couch playing with his cock. Our sight connected to each other but we went forward. I turned back, looked at him. He winked at me. I told my friend I had a business here and let him go and went back. I sit besides this guy. He was a bit older then me, a bit shorter than me and wore a grey beard. A real silver fox. I started to play with his silver hair on his chests, slowly approaching his tool. Soon I grabbed his cock. He gently pushed my head to his cock. I started to suck him. He stood up and ordered me on my knees and started to fuck my mouth. I took his hand on my neck making obvious that I loved it hard. He understood that sign and started to fuck my throat harder. Later, I stood up started kissing. I proposed to go to a cubicle. Before we stepped in he asked me if I had a condom. I said no. And you prefer it wrapped don’t you?- replied. Fuck no, I fuck only bare - I answered immediately. He smiled and we stepped into the cubicle. He continued the fucking my throat until he forced me on the couch and pushed his dick inside. I was thankful my first breeder to stretched my hole out. As he fucked me I noticed that he let the door open. I was moaning and encouraging him to use me and breed me. He became wilder and wilder, beating my ass and sometimes my hole. Before he took back he let me suck him. Once a big hairy, bearded chubby stepped in. He was just watching us and enjoyed the view. They were kissing and we played with each other. For example we twisted each other’s nipples. We could here that the chubby was close. My fucker pulled his cock out and invited the chubby in me. He just shoved in and shot a huge load. The fucker immediately pushed his cock in the chubby’s place and unloaded in me soon. I didn’t cum and was extremely horny. I went to seek my friend. The inner part of the dark room I heard a familiar sound. I wasn’t sure if he was moaning but it seemed so. Soon another sound was there as someone had an intense orgasm. The top left, the bottom stood up and realised my hardon. Ha started to play with my cock. I was almost sure that he was my friend. I tossed him onto the couch and started to fuck him like no tomorrow. He was moaning. Unfortunately I couldn’t come, so I went on my knees and started to eat his ass. I licked out all the jizm of his hole. He had to enjoy this because he came. As I came out I found a guy kneeling on the couch pushing his ass out. I started to rim his hole and after a while I started to fuck him. A guy was watching us. I nodded and he stepped closer. Started to play with my hole. As he felt my cummy hole he showed his hardon. I bent over, opened my hole inviting his cock. He pushed into and I continued the fuck. It was amazing being in the middle. It lasted until he gave another load. The night before I chatted with an old fuckbuddy who said he wanted to fuck my hol filled wit cum. So, I texted him that here’s the opportunity. He responded that he wanted me to visit him. So, as we left the sauna, I dropped my friend to home and drove to this fuckbuddy. He was excited to fuck my cummy hole. Before he started to fuck he licked me long. He fucked me in every possible positions. Although he couldn’t come it was amazing because my sore hole felt terrific and he was so verbal. Commenting how he enjoyed being in my cum filled hole. Long story short, my night was successful and enjoyable.

My gifter is very dom and a total top. He got it from breeding. I joke with him now about how he says there is still not such thing as bad pussy.

I think I found the photograph that this might be based on...

Chapter 6.1 - Rescuing A Friend Ric was standing in the ballroom talking to Devon and the endless line of people that came up to chat. He felt uncomfortable in the tux but was getting used to being the eye candy on Devon's arm for these monthly formal events. Devon had even bought him the tux. He could never imagine spending a few thousand dollars on an outfit you only wear a few times a year. It looked and fit perfect, thanks to the cute tailor who needed three fittings and five loads to get it right. At first he thought that the champagne was messing with his eyes but the closer the two guys got, the more he realized that he saw him correctly the first time. "Hi, Devon. Good to see you again. Even better to see that you brought the same stud from the last few events. He's definitely a looker. Uh... This is my friend Zane" the cherubic guy with a cheap, poorly-fitting gray rental tux said. He was a few inches shorter than Ric, at least thirty pounds overweight with a round face that had a few pimples on it and a mop of dark blond hair on his head. More interesting to Ric was his date "Zane" or as Ric knew him, Paul. "Nice to see you again, Ted" Devon said, unconvincingly. He then said "Finally decided to come out? Congrats." Devon and Ted began to talk and Ric gave Paul a bro hug. "Good to see you again. Been way too long" Ric said. Paul leaned in and whispered "Your client is a lot hotter than mine. Want to swap?" Ric chuckled. "Devon is a friend, not a client. He did hire a guy once for an event like this last year, but it sucked in a bad way. Having fun with yours?" he asked. "Oh crap. Not really. He thinks he's a top and only plays safe. He's not a good kisser and burps a lot. The money's good though, and I've already spotted a half dozen previous clients at this event. All but one looked away. It seems most of these guys are closet cases. So... Friends or friends with benefits?" Paul asked. A grin covered Ric's face. "Oh, benefits for sure. He's a great bottom and is becoming a decent top. We had a fun three way with my boyfriend a few weeks ago" Ric said. "I bet that was hot. Is he on prep?" Paul asked. "Surprisingly, he wasn't. It took four tries but I gave him the Christmas gift you can't return. Now he's on the flip side" Ric replied, laughing softly. Ted dragged Paul away a few minutes later. Devon turned and leaned in close to Ric. "Uh... Is he a friend of yours? I think Ted hired him for the night" Devon said. Ric smiled and pulled Devon to the dance floor. He leaned in as they slowly danced and replied "Yeah, he's a friend but I know he does work like that on the side. Keep it quiet, please... and ask Ted to do the same." "Oh, sure. I'm kind of responsible for Ted doing that, though. I told him what I did last year, but added your suggestion to be more picky on who he hires. Zane seems nice and is really cute. Ted should have looked for someone more in his... league. He did say their warm up before the party was really hot and was looking forward to more later" Devon said. "Ah, ok. I thought he was telling you that he hired a guy just as normal conversation" Ric said. "No, it was more along the lines of thanking me for the idea. I got to admit, I was surprised at your response when I told you about the guy I hired last year. I only told one other person and they gave me a ton of crap for doing it. You should consider doing something like that. You'd be perfect. You know how to fit in, you're well mannered, you're hot, can dance and talk with people. And you're fucking awesome in bed. I guess the only down side is that you'd end up with guys like Ted hiring you" Devon said as the song ended. Ric gave him a wink and said "Or you" before they continued dancing the rest of the night. Ric grabbed a pair of glasses of champagne as last call was made and they stood next to a table watching the party wind down. "I invited a couple guys back to the room after the party. I hope you don't mind" Devon said. "Ted?" Ric asked, half seriously. "Oh god no. His... uh... friend, I'd ask in a heartbeat. No, it's a couple guys from the house that want to play with fire" Devon said. "You sure you want to knock up your fraternity bros? It can come back to haunt you. I had one guy from my dorm that glared at me most of last year after he got what he asked for" Ric replied. "One, I really do. The other guy I really don't care. He's a freshman and thinks he can fuck his way up the ladder. I told him if he put out good tonight, I'd help him get on the social committee" Devon explained. Ric chuckled, thinking what position the guy would have on the social committee. Pole dancing entertainment, was his first guess. He wondered if he couldn't help Paul get out of his boring evening with Ted. "I got Pau...Zane's number if you want me to invite them over. We could make the night really memorable for Ted..." Ric said before an evil grin filled his face. "That's tempting. He's made a few comments about wanting to hookup, but he's not really my type" Devon said. "Too chunky?" Ric asked. "Uh... too whiny... uh, needy, hell... both" Devon said, taking the last sip of his champagne. They kept talking as they made their way back to the suite upstairs. "Well, I think he owes you a big thank you for helping him come out and show up with a stud on his arm tonight. The least he could do is come over and take some dick" Ric said. Devon laughed and replied "You want us to knock him up?" "Well, we'd have to have an even number of tops and bottoms. I assume you and I are topping your bro's and I've only seen... Zane bottom twice, once when we flipped one time. That would mean Ted needs to bottom" Ric replied, chuckling afterwards. Devon was surprised that Ted agreed the moment he asked. He even didn't put up a fight when Devon told him he'd have to bottom. Fifteen minutes later there was a tap at the hotel room door and Devon invited Mick and Samir inside. Mick was the older of the two and Ric assumed that Samir was the power hungry freshman. He wasn't what Ric expected, only standing five foot four and looked thin, even in his tux. He assumed from the name and appearance, he was Indian. Mick was the tallest of the group at just over six foot with a lightly muscled and tanned body. "We got some other guests coming, so avoid any comments about status, okay?" Devon said and got grins and nods from the two new guys. Ric had changed into a robe over his naked body as soon as they got to the room. After the first guests arrived, Devon had removed his jacket and tie, unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his shoes off. The new guys stood there in just their underwear while they waited. Another fifteen minutes and finally there was another knock on the door. Ted looked nervous, but Paul was calm as they walked in. Devon got looks from Mick and Samir as they recognized Ted. Paul winked at Ric, giving him a very grateful "thank you" look. Once Ted and Paul were naked, Ric looked over and saw that Devon had stripped too. "Wow, that looks fresh. When did you get the ink?" Ric asked Devon. A big grin came over his face and Devon replied "A couple weeks ago. Tell your boyfriend thanks for the referral. That artist is awesome." Ric looked over the dragon tattoo on his right arm, covering from his elbow up and over on to his right pec. It was in black ink with red accents and looked good against his caramel skin. "Look at the claw" Devon said quietly. Ric took another look and saw a pendant dangling from the dragon's claw with a biohazard on it. "Subtle. I like it" Ric replied. When he turned back, Ted was on his knees, sucking on Paul's cock. Mick followed Devon to the side of the bed and Ric went to the other side. He opened the robe and watched Samir's eyes gaze up and down his body. He looked nervous, but raised his hand and wrapped it around the base of Ric's cock and guided it to his lips. Samir sucked better than Ric expected, but struggled with the length of his cock. Devon was the first to turn Mick around and forced some spit into his hole. Ric watched closely, waiting for Devon to be the first to drive his cock into a willing ass. Mick groaned and the expression on his face told everyone he was having a hard time with Devon's cock. Ric pulled Samir off his dick and a quick nod was all it took for Samir to turn and move on to the bed. Ric dropped the robe to the side and knelt down behind Samir. Unlike Devon, Ric buried his face into the hairy ass and worked some saliva into the tight hole. While the ring relaxed a bit, Ric knew he was going to have to spend some time opening him up to have any chance of getting his cock inside. When he finally had three fingers in, Ric knew he was way behind both Devon and Paul. He stood up and saw the other tops drilling their bottoms before he pulled the foreskin back and pushed his cock in. A deep groan came out of Samir while Ric forced his way in deeper. He barely made it half way in before he paused, feeling Samir gasping and twisting. "Gettin stretched there, Sami?" Devon asked, chuckling afterwards. "Mmhmm" Samir replied painfully. "Don't worry... it feels great once he gets it all in you" Devon replied. Ric heard Paul laugh as he plowed harder into Ted. Ric began to roll his hips, giving short strokes with his shaft. He leaned forward and pushed Samir's head into the mattress and began to thrust harder. The muffled cries caught the attention of the other four, but with Samir staying in position and taking the fuck he was getting, no one said anything. The two other tops began to drill harder too. It didn't take long before the tops were looking at each other, trying to gauge how close the others were to cumming. A quick nod said that Devon and Paul were ready and a minute later when Ric nodded it triggered the other two. Devon came first with Paul just a few seconds behind. Ric tried to drive the rest of his cock in, but hit the wall and got a loud scream from Samir before his cum showered the battered chute. Ric knew he'd torn him up, but the darker skin on both of them obscured the damage. Only the drips of dark pink cum onto the bedspread told how badly Samir's ass was wrecked. "Switch right" Devon called out as he pulled his dick out of Mick's hole. Ric had to walk around the bed to get behind Mick and once again was the last to push into his bottom. "Oh... god yeah... something smaller. I thought I just took a baseball bat in my ass" Samir said. "I can make up for it by pounding that pussy into tomorrow if you'd like" Paul said. "NO! Go easy... my ass is sore already" Samir said. Paul continued to slowly plow his hole and Devon was drilling Ted. He was surprised that Ted was taking it without complaint and figured that most of Ted's experience was as a bottom. Devon looked to his right and assumed that the scorpion tattoo on Zane's chest meant that he was poz, but figured that since he hired out he must be undetectable. Ric was relieved that Mick was used to taking thicker cocks and while he grunted with each thrust, it was much easier than fucking Samir. He was sure the load of cum inside helped, too. After fifteen minutes, the tops once again nodded at each other. Paul was the first to seed Samir's tortured cunt. Devon pounded Ted a minute more before he dumped his viral cream in and once again Ric was last. He was able to thrust his cock in balls deep before firing off his own tainted seed, forcing a low groan from Mick. Devon gave everyone a little time to recover and then called out "Next!" He was surprised when Samir tried to crawl away when his cock touched the battered hole. "You know the deal. You backin' out of it?" Devon asked, getting a pained "No" in response from Samir. A pair of hands on his hips tugged him back and Devon forced his cock in with one move. It was the only time Devon planned on letting Samir get a second chance. Ric approached Ted and slipped into the gaping, cum filled hole. The sounds Ted made let everyone know how sore he was and that Ric's cock was stretching him out even more. The walk around the bed made sure that this time Paul was the last one in. He rubbed his hand on Ric's ass as he went by to take his spot. Paul gave a wink and all three tops were plowing their bottoms again. Ric found he couldn't get too deep inside Ted, but plowed him anyway. He wasn't sure how much cum he had left either, but as usual the thought of breeding another neg guy urged him on. Paul was plowing the hardest, with Mick showing his ability to take cock far better than the other two. None of the tops lasted as long for the third round. They still looked at each other to time their orgasms close together. Samir whimpered when Devon gave his final two lunges and shot his load in. Ric was next, giving four hard thrusts, trying to break through Ted's inner ring before giving up and coating his guts with a third dose of cum. Paul added his seed to the remains of Devon and Ric's jizz inside Mick's ass. Ted groaned as Ric pulled out and then fell flat on the bed. Paul and Devon pulled out too and the three tops moved over to the sitting area in the suite. Mick joined them a minute later and Samir headed to the bathroom. "Fuck... My ass is bleeding... Do you think I got torn?" Samir asked. "Nah, but keep an eye on it. You were pretty tight" Ric said. He looked over and Ted was passed out. "You, ok there, Ted" Ric asked but got no response until he heard a snore a minute later. Samir joined everyone and gently sat down on a folded towel. He still winced, but sat there looking around. "I didn't think I was going to get bred by three guys tonight... only you, Devon" Samir said. "You guys all undetectable?" Mick asked. "Not me" came the chorus from Ric, Devon and Paul who all grinned back at Mick. "Fuck. I hope I can dodge the bullet again..." Mick said. "I'm done, then. There's no way way I'm not going to get pozzed with three viral loads and an ass this wrecked" Samir said. "Ya never know, but I know a couple of us have a good record" Paul said, smiling back at him.

That's far too long. I'm sure you must be able to get some respite care from some local agency. Have someone else take care of your charge for a day so you can have a break and breed.

This is certainly the case. I believe men gravitate to new fucks. A vestige of our evolution seeking to spread seed in as many holes as possible. Regardless of location or type, fresh injection of dick or ass will drum up interest. It’s the same reason posting a new photo on an app will result in a flurry of views. As guys become numb to viewing the new content/fucking the new hole/getting loaded by the new cock, they will progressively and exponentially lose interest. @hntnhole nails why I like the bathhouse crowd. There is always new meat and ideally I’ll get the new dick churning deep in me before the end of the night. But there is also the regular crowd that knows where to find a good fuck. We’ll all try out the novel fuck first but there’s good sweat and nut to trade in between. We’re like a small network of whores. Most bathhouse regulars know they can reliably get their dick wet and throbbing in my hole when they’re not able to find something new.

Precarious. He’s 19, the perfect age for making godawful life decisions based on no wisdom, not enough knowledge, and a sense of personal immortality. He’s already jumped in the water over his head with A) a vehicle he has no business owning at his age; B) drugs and alcohol in excess; and C) coming out in an situation that he had to know would not be receptive - he’s got to be treading water. One thing you can be sure of: He does not know what to do. He hasn’t got enough life under his belt to know how to begin to cope with all this. You, on the other hand, are somewhat more seasoned. If you’ve dealt with personal trauma, you’re considerably more seasoned. He needs good advice in a Come-To-Jesus sort of way, and he’s not going to get it from his dad. He’s eventually going to listen to somebody, because he’s going to need guidance, and the person he turns to may or may not have his best interests at heart, especially if he ends up on the street (I presume there’s an issue with remaining with the grandparents). You also don’t mention what stance your parents are taking on all this aside from taking the young man in. It might help us better advise you if you could elaborate on this. It would also help if you could describe your relationship with your brother, which would give us a better handle on how he might react to perceived interference/intervention/buttinskyism on your part. Certainly the young man should have a phone that isn’t under his father’s surveillance. He’s legally an adult and his father has no business monitoring his interactions with other people.

Mine started at 14 but it was not much. When I moved to NYC I had it was Permanently removed, so I'm hairless from the neck down

I've always liked and used "Your attitude is more important than your age, abs or inches" On the negative side when people are off their heads and write complete nonsense - probably sometimes with the aid of Apple Autocorrect or a dictation function - it can be funny... Spotted last night on NKP: " I lay in the slang Ma the rim CB high so I take fluid out of the baseballs I checked your turds and fish from above and the grunting and snorting bee bread beautiful evil black leather Cox Steven Cox the show" (Apologies in advance if this is some sort of code that I don't understand)

I remember my Late teens and this friend I had in high school. He was Egyptian and Afghani. His Dad ran a corner store. The old man caught me drilling his son one day after school. I thought hecwas gonna kick my ass. Instead, he dropped trouble and seeded me while I bred his boy. I lost track of them after 9/11. The Climate here against anyone from that region was quite toxic and they left the U.S. But I have Appreciated Arabian men ever since.

Been there done that, No GH required. Had so many many cocks front and back, but my Dads cock was always my best and favourite cock and the Man scent, I would recognise straight away.

I’m beginning to question whether most men in fact have an innate inclination to have intercourse. I used to take it for granted that the one thing you could count on men wanting to do was to fuck something, given any opportunity. Now, I’m not so sure. Now it seems more like getting a man to the point where he wants to fuck is akin to getting a NASA rocket off the launch pad: You’ve got a limited window to do it in, the temperature, pressure and weather have to be right, a whole long checklist has to all be checked off, and of course the O-ring has to be in perfect condition.

I have had that, too. I am very healthy and have a great time as much as I can with as many as I can, but do hit a wall at times that just says 'No' and sorta shuts my whole libido down. I guess it is just my body and mind telling me to take a break so it can just relax and recover and repair. I do 'listen' to that and not force any issues upon myself. Being self aware is great. After that cycle is over, everything returns back and I am ready to play again. at full strength.

I’m proud to say I just dumped a huge load of cum down my tranny daughters eager cocksucking throat while watching a video of her getting fucked up the ass by a rather large black man

I think we may have arrived at the root of the problem. Masturbation, you see, requires you to put your finger on it.

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

I think this highlights a distinction that of which people should be aware. When health officials opine on the difficulty of a man getting pozzed through topping, they're referring (in general) to a man fucking an HIV+ bottom and being directly infected by him. That is relatively hard to do (but not impossible, certainly; it generally requires there to be some sort of tear in the process, where blood comes in contact with the top's cock, either through a tear of his own, or by leaking up into the urethra, which is easier to infect). But when the top is fucking a bottom (of any status) and there are already loads in that bottom's rectum, the calculus is changed. If those loads are all undetectable, pozzing is highly unlikely. But if any of those loads has a high viral content, then yes, pozzing is definitely possible.

"Guys don't lie"...yea, right...I've got a bridge in Brooklyn for sale...cheap.

As a teenager I would cruise public bathrooms to find random strangers to suck and swallow his hot thick load of cum. The only thing better than sucking cock was that mouthful of cum to swallow. I was still in middle school and was already a cumhungry faggot. On slow days. I would sit back and jerk my cock to all the dirty storys on the bathroom walls. So many times Iyou see loads of cum on the floors. I would lay my hand on that cum. And use the cum as lube for my cock and jerkoff. I would lick my fingers just to get a taste of the load. I would think to myself. What would my friends or family think of me if they only knew what I was doing. I mean what kind of nasty pig would do such a thing. You know nothing about that cum on the floors. Who's cum was it? How long has it been on the floor? 5 minutes or all day. I didn't care. I was there to jerkoff and swallow cum. With my cock lubed up with a random load on the bathroom floor. I wanted cum in my mouth. I would get down on the floor, and start to sip and lick all the loads of cum on the bathroom floor. Just before I blew my load I would swallow the cum in my mouth. After I shot my load. I wanted nothing to do with cock or cum. I would rethink about what I just did. What a nasty boy I was. What would people think of me if they found out. But every time after that I found myself back down on my knees licking up someone's cum. When I was in high school I had a girlfriend. However I still wanted to swallow cum. When I turned 18 I could get into the porn store. When my girlfriend was working. I would head to the back video booths in the local porn shops. I would spend hours sucking all the cocks in the place. Just before closing time the place was slow. I would walk around and see loads of cum on the floor. Cum was everywhere. I still needed to jerkoff before my girlfriend got done work. I would find all the cum that guy's left behind and fill my mouth full of all that cum spit some on my cock and start jerking my cock off. Swallowing all that cum. Sometimes when I got home. My girlfriend would give me some head. She would ask me if I jerkoff already. I would ask why. She would say that my cock tasted like cum. I would tell herthat I jerkoff earlier. I can't tell her that my cock was covered in loads of cum I found on the floors and lubed my cock with it.

NOTE: Chems don't enter the picture until SUNDAY, so if you only want to read that, just scroll forward to Sunday, you won't need to have read anything else up to there. That said, I like the build up but I'm very biased. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's here, the weekend you've been waiting for. You told yourself it would be a zero holds barred weekend of intense, hedonistic sex. This is what you've saved up for, after all. You arrive with no plans, no tickets purchased, nothing. You tell yourself you'll go with the flow of what excites you in the moment--there are always tickets to be sold last minute anyway. It's Friday night when you first log onto the apps. Grindr, Scruff, BBRT, NKP, Sniffies. You had forgotten, but are quickly reminded, that probably half your weekend will actually be spent in the room, online, looking for men. Because there are people here who have traveled from around the world to engage in the same orgiastic ritual of man sex that you have. It's like the ocean floor suddenly dropped to reveal a gaping maw of the depths, and there are thousands more creatures and denizens of the deep to probe. And they're fucking hot! And so are you. Frankly every time you look at yourself in the mirror you admire how lucky you are to have had your genetics. Earnest eyes framed by thick brows, cheekbones that need nothing to stand out, a jawline that someone could cut themselves on tapering into a perfectly groomed beard framing your chin, and a cute mustache hugging around the corners of your soft lips. Your body is tight, naturally so, without having to go through the burden of hours at the gym each week, and your skin is thin so the muscles ripple out. Your arms are criss-crossed by veins that men love to trace with the tips of their tongues before lapping at your calloused hands sucking on your knuckles bulky from years of working outside. But no one's perfect, and neither are you. Unfortunately, everyone online is always hoping to find Mr. Perfect, and they're always thinking if they plumb just a little deeper, they'll get there. So you mentally prepare to put on a good Netflix series, keep the apps open, and see what you get. Thursday 11pm. Until the parties truly begin and the out-of-towners flood the city, these early nights are a good time to sample the local meat. You're in the neighborhood of Pacific Heights. A lean, white-collar executive wants you to open him up with your fist, and he's already loaded. You love when a man's clean-cut exterior belies the pig inside. You show up, he's on the bed and blindfolded, J-lube and poppers next to him. You tell him to take a hit as you take off your clothes and stick just a single, knobby finger in. You twirl it around getting it nice and wet, before taking it out and sucking on it. Not a big taste of cum, so that load must've gone deep, but that's OK because you know you'll end up fishing it out. You're a slow and gradual fister. You add finger by finger and then switch to the fingers of the other hand. You use a thumb from each to pry open the sphincter and lick around the opening, causing him to moan and push back. You tell him to take two more hits. You love feeling the muscles relax as the poppers set in. There's a small black hole in front you now. You stick the index finger from each hand in, using the four fingers to pry him open further. Then more tongue action. Maybe you even sneak in a popper hit or two. Eventually it's time to introduce the whole of it, all fingers are inside, and you're slowly screwing your hand into him. His moans are soft and shallow now. Once you've turned your wrist as far as it can go clockwise, you move counterclockwise, applying gentle pressure all the while. He suddenly groans much more loudly as the hole abruptly widens and then swallows the whole of your hand. He sighs in relief as he pushes himself back on you. You love fisting because you can feel the entirety of someone's life. When you stop at mid-forearm your fingers are touching an organ pulsing with the beat of his heart. You caress it as he moans and fidgets around you. You tell him to take more hits. This is indeed a very loose hole, and you know exactly what to do with that. You pull out your arm slowly. As your hand reaches the entrance, you turn it palm up in a cupping shape, and press the back of your hand to the bottom of his rectum. That way, as your hand comes out, the cum pools on your palm rather than dripping uselessly to the floor. It was quite a big load, and as you haven't used any lube yet, it's delicious as you slurp it up, making all the noises to let him know you've taken his load. That gets you good and hard so you stand up and slide your dick into him. There's nothing quite like fucking a fisted bottom. You've always preferred looser holes, the folds of the ass caress your entire length like a Swedish massage, which you've always preferred to the other kind that digs in. As you pound into him you tell him to take more poppers hits, and then feed you a few as well. You love being in a synced popper high, and bend down to kiss him, your tongues battling for control up top where your dick clearly has taken over down below. After one last deep grind into him, you pull out with a swift motion while immediately shoving your hand back inside. He gives a sharp gasp but takes it all the same. You stroke and savor the wetness of your dick with one hand while expanding all the fingers of the other inside of him. After the first deep penetration, it's time to explore width. Slowly you slide the fingers of the other hand along the wrist of the hand already inside; then pull out the hand inside and let the fingers meet while applying the same consistent pressure. Your hands are only parallel for a moment before the one that was in slides out and the one that was out slides in. Back-and-forth you go with this sliding motion, gradually shortening the slide so that instead of one full hand coming out as one enters, both start to linger inside. You tell him to do a series of quick hits back-to-back. As the last of the hits settle in you add a twist to both your wrists and once again you screw yourself inside of him, this time with both hands. He groans loudly, his dick has visibly twitched in front of you so you eagerly lean forward and take it in your mouth as you start to twist back and forth inside him. Once he's sufficiently comfortable with both hands you interlace your fingers and start distending your palms outward. His movements are getting more erratic, and his legs start flailing a bit. With the both of your hands unified as a single fist you really start to move quicker, moving in and out with more force. His cries get louder and louder until you feel spurting in your mouth. Immediately you slow the movement of your hands, letting his body quake around them as he empties himself and you swallow eagerly. When he finishes cumming and his legs collapse on either side of you, you keep your fists in for several minutes, slowly suckling on his soften dick and letting him ride those waves of pleasure. By the time you pulled out you almost think he's snoring. Smiling to yourself, you get dressed and head out. Friday 10pm. You're in the neighborhood of Noe Valley. Cute, you suppose, from the row of boutiques that have long since closed. There's not a ton of activity here, a few late night spots open, but you're about to make your own soon enough. You turn off into a side street, walk up the steps to a classic San Francisco Victorian, and ring. In a few moments, the muscle daddy is there. You love a good muscle daddy, the ones that look like they must have taken steroids to look as bulky as they do--as this one does. He's also decently taller and grinning down at you like a lion. You enter his den, fully aware that with a swipe of his paw, he could end you. Yup, that's the turn on. This muscle daddy, however, wants to serve you tonight. His profile on BBRT said vers top, but he responded to your ad mewling to be opened. He gets on all fours and you're surprised momentarily by how smooth his skin is to the touch. As if all the muscles relaxed to grant you dominance. You enter slowly; he's tight! But soon he's opened up, and you're riding on top of him with a size differential that makes you look like small man on minotaur. Friday 3am Muscle daddy came long before you were even close. That's another thing you have going for you, stamina. Maybe it's a good and a bad because sometimes you wish you could be done already. But as they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth! You had gone back to the room, turned on the apps and browsed some more, but by the time you had returned, a lot of guys were out at the parties, and no one else caught your eye. You sign up for all the cumdump parties on BBRT, because half of them will flake anyway, and rest up for the next day. Saturday 4pm You love this scene. Easy access hotel, door unlocked, ass up. And the cherry on top? There are two beefy cumdumps side-by-side. You come toward the end of the scheduled party because you want more loads inside, obviously, and because you know you have a way of getting people to... extend their end time. When you walk in both bottoms are already getting fucked. You love a good group scene. You undress quickly to not ruin the atmosphere, and crawl up onto the bed. You offer your dick to the bottoms to suck in turn while tweaking the nips of the tops plowing away at them. One of them, a gorilla of a man, moans in appreciation. So you start to tweak both of his nipples while leaning forward to kiss the second top, a younger potbellied pig. The gorilla gets off soon enough and it's your turn. You sink into a really velvety texture. This man is surprisingly loose, the kind of loose that you can't get from cock alone, no matter how big. You mention that and he points to the literal horse dildo he'd been sitting on earlier in the day. You smile big at that and ask him if he wants to take a fist. He says yes and it's on. For several hours, men come and go. You aren't selfish so you offer up his ass as well, but really, it's yours. You're easily punching into guts, and when you rapidly pull out and ask him to push, a beautiful prolapse at least two inches long follows. You quickly use your fingers to pinch his anus and keep the rose bud. It's glorious - each petal with white frosted tips, evidence of cum from the countless other men who have cum inside. You take your time making out with it, using your tongue to probe each wrinkle and fold. Once you've licked up all the cum, you stand up and poke your into the mass of throbbing red flesh, letting your dick curve and bend and be manipulated before finding the hole in the center through which you push. With a gasp from him the whole mass of it shrinks back up and pulls your cock in with it. You tell him to take some popper hits as you relish the warm wet caress on your dick. You pound into him, churning up the loads until you see a frothy mess start to form around the base of your dick. That's what you like the best, knowing that at that point, when the cum is leaking out there's no way it didn't already fully coat every inch of your dick, even sliding into your dickhole. You pull out and start punching again. Full fist, no tapering of the fingers. On the last one he shouts and his entire body shivers as if he's having a seizure. This is the biggest anal-gasm you've ever seen. He whimpers for minutes as it overwhelms all of him. You slap his ass cheeks as the shaking ends and pull out. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss of gratitude before being alarmed at the time. He needs to get ready for a dinner, and you're onto the next one. Saturday 8pm The density of events like this means that the next man is actually a few blocks away. This one just arrived and just finished cleaning out, so is totally fresh, which is nice in its own way. He greets you at the door and pulls you in. He's your height, and similar in build. So far he's the tightest - you can't push your fist further beyond the wrist. Still he's enthusiastic, pulling at your arm to try to bring it further in while making out with you. You alternate fist with fist with dick until he, too, cums, frantically yanking on his cock. You swallow down another load and bid him adieu. Saturday 11pm You're headed out to an orgy. Which sounds fun, but honestly you don't have high expectations. Everyone goes to an orgy with the expectation of porn shoot, but it always ends up with a bunch of standing around. Really, an orgy is often just a bathhouse scene at a smaller scale. It takes a lot of work as a host to cultivate the right type of energy with the right attendees to make it truly a pigsty. And only porn producers have that type of time. Still, the host is super cute, which is always a plus. You're immediately drawn to his supple lips and the way the one on top crinkles a bit at the corner as he smirks. Unable to resist, you start making out in the elevator on the way up to the room. Part of you wishes that elevator ride just didn't end because, predictably so, once you enter you notice that half the people are just standing around and watching, some not even jerking. But that's not you, so you quickly strip and join in on the action. Having topped quite a lot, you focus on sucking. You love sucking especially the dicks from the ass of the cute twink that greeted you at the door. And then you run your hands through his thick curly hair as you push him down on your dick as well. Too soon, however, the orgy is over. The attendees spill out into the night for another party. $100+ tickets are not ones to waste! You head back to the room and browse some more, but ultimately head to sleep, hand on cock. Sunday 11am Overnight an unbelievably young kid messages you - the type of young where you'd almost want to see his ID before hooking up. (Thankfully, he's of age.) He's got a round face, big ears that you love to pull on, and thin lips that part into the most mischievous grin. He's smaller than you, but with a package that, even in underwear, looks like it belongs on a muscle daddy. This was going to be fun. The kid asks if you party, with a twinkle in his eye and that grin on full display. No, actually, you don't. But he's so fucking cute and earnest, and you did tell yourself this weekend would be no holds barred... he offers you a bong and even lights it for you. But of course you have no idea how it works so you suck lamely, and aren't even sure if anything's happening or not. When you pull off of it and no smoke escapes your lips, it's confirmed that nothing happens. He just smiles and takes the bong instead, and you watch as he expertly lights and sucks on it. Once he's got his lungs full he beckons you close and presses his lips to yours and then actually blow the hit into your mouth! So surprised you were that much of the smoke actually escapes before you catch on to the idea and suck in the rest. He asks you how it feels and honestly you don't know what to say. Nothing seems to feel like anything. You're expecting the immediate intensity of poppers, but Tina, as you will soon learn, is nothing like that. You push him back onto the bed and start to finger his hole. This is your routine after all, so maybe once you get familiar, some feeling will kick in. It's early in the morning and the kid is tight. You have to actually work to get a finger in. He simply lies there and sighs as you begin. From the mess on the bed he pulls out some poppers and huffs. Then a can of Max Impact and huffs. Then more of the smoke. The first hit, he blows down toward you and you're surprised at how thick the smoke is. For a second, you can barely even see him! The next hit, he doesn't blow out. Instead he raises and eyebrow and gives you a meaningful look that you understand. So you pull out of him and move up to kiss him, this time taking the full smoke into your lungs. As you exhale and wonder if the smoke is obscuring your face the same way it did his, he motions to get up for a moment. From a drawer he pulls out a plastic bag filled with clear crystals, and drops several into the round bulb that protrudes from his bong. He gestures at it and says let's smoke this shit up. You're nervous, he's probably at least a decade younger than you but has the experience and confidence of a master addict. Strangely, that also turns you on... and a word pops into your head unannounced - trashy. He blows you another hit. Maybe you are feeling something. There's a slight... hum in your mind. You really just want to throw him down and rape his ass. You tell him that and he just smiles, telling you to go for it. So you push him onto the bed, barely giving him time to put away the smoke supplies. You spray a good load of Max Impact onto a towel and cram it in his mouth. You pinch one nostril shut while stuffing the poppers into the other one. You're rock hard and you start pushing into him completely dry. After you make him take several hits from the poppers bottles, you take some as well, then lean down and hold your mouth over his to suck in the Max Impact. You continue pushing into him and peek out the corner of your eye to see that he's just serenely staring at you, with that same twinkle in his eye. That light that suddenly you just want to snuff out. You push into him hard the rest of the way and he moans around the towel. You push off his torso and feed him more poppers hits. You tell him you want to fuck him up. Something in your mind tells you to ruin this kid. His eyebrows slightly wrinkle as his face fully flushes red from the drugs. You don't let up and start to really fuck him, both hands around his slender neck. He's still looking at you with that mirth even though you never took the towel out and he can't actually smile. That enrages you and you fuck harder, even though the abrasiveness even hurts you a bit. You roughly pull the towel out, hands him the bong, and demands he smoke more. He simply utters a fuck yes in the sexiest rasp you've ever heard and complies. Again the first hit he blows toward you so you can't see him at all, and the next he beckons to give to you. This time with an open mouth you hungrily move to accept it into your lungs. When done you blow it back at him and then slap his face, so you can spit into his mouth open from shock. You just smile and punch his chest as well as you begin fucking him in earnest. He tells you how good it feels. How much he wants you to fuck him up. You're starting to drip sweat down. A bead of it catches in your eye and blurs your vision a bit so you can't tell if he's wearing a grimace or a smile. You hope it's the former even though you know it's probably the latter. Sunday 3pm You're back on the apps with intent. Something about that kid brought out an animal inside of you on a murderous rage from years of being caged. And as much fun as you were having and wanted to have ripping him to shreds, he had to catch the fair. Another muscle daddy hits you up. Normally people write Ask me in the question on Drug use, as far as you've casually noticed. This daddy has a clear Yes and you don't even hesitate to get his address. You're on your way before you've realized that you haven't even eaten anything yet. Sunday 4pm You arrive at muscle daddy's place in the Sunset. Too quaint a neighborhood to contain such a pig of a man, you think to yourself, recalling what his profile had implied. He opens the door in a jock and gruffly beckons you in. He has a fully outfitted play space ready to go, backlit with red and purple lights. Music that makes you feel like you're in a bathhouse fills the room and there's porn on two different screens while mirrors allow you to see yourself from every angle. Damn, you think. All that's missing is a sling. Daddy wastes no time in getting on his knees on the bed and showing off his ass, wiggling it at you. He tells you it's full loaded and ready for you. You give it a full lick from his balls all the way to his tailbone. Indeed you smell and taste the cum, just how you like it. The taste brings out that inner beast again, and you start to feel the hum come back. Almost immediately you're back into your route of fisting and fucking soon enough, and this daddy proves to be the most verbal of them all, absolutely loving it and demanding more and more. You pull out and he flips over, before you can get back inside he pulls you for a kiss. He swirls his tongue around in your mouth once and then pulls away. You've been partying? he asks. You nod and he grins. We're gonna have some fun then, boy, he tells you. He hops over to a cabinet on the side of the room, pulling out a pipe, light, another bag of tina, and some other supplies. You tell him, somewhat surreptitiously that it's actually your first time trying the stuff, and you just smoked a little with another kid earlier. He tells you it's not a problem. You wonder if it's an unspoken rule that partiers abide by that blowing hits to newbies is the way to go. But that's what he does anyway. You think he must have a much bigger lungs capacity than the kid because almost immediately after he fills your chest with smoke the hum comes back but it's a bit louder this time. Oof you say as it hits you. For a split second, you feel a similar spiking of intensity like poppers, but it never reaches as high before it mellows out into that hum again. He grins and pushes you onto the bed. You turn around waiting to get at him again but before you know it he's wrapped his arms around you from behind. This is what's great about size differentials; you feel completely enveloped. His large hands run up and down your front, cupping your balls, stroking you dick, tweaking your nipples. His tongue is in your ear and nipping along your neck as his hard cock throbs incessantly against your own entrance. You arch your back to meet it as he thrusts and glides his cock along your ass crack. Next thing you know it's him who has the poppers against a nostril and tells you to inhale. He tells you to inhale big, stroking your stomach and telling you to fill it up, then pushes against you as you exhale, and then switches nostrils. He repeats that four times and the intensity of it - this was a fresh bottle - completely catches you off-guard, as well as the fact that he's halfway in your hole. He pushes you forward and slowly starts to glide in and out. He hands you the bottle and this time tells you to sniff yourself, but on his count. Normally poppers momentarily deflates your dick, but for some reason, this time, pressed against the bed you're hard as a rock. You wonder if this is how your subs feel but you can't think about that too long because he suddenly thrusts all the way in, hits that spot, and you cry out loud. He grinds into you right there and presses his entire body on top of you, once again enveloping you. From that position he thrusts just his pelvis in and out. You hear the sound of the torch and before you know it, he's blowing out the clouds right past your ear so you're completely enveloped in those clouds. You suddenly notice yourself inhaling, trying to bring in the smoke, but he tells you not to worry, the next one will be for you. You strain your neck back, almost giving yourself a cramp to ensure you can adequately reach his lips to take in all that he has to give you. Again a brief momentary flash of intensity and then that hum again, a little louder. You push back against him more, suddenly wishing he were even more hung than he was. He slides his hands under your body to tweak your nips while he continues to thrust his pelvis against and you arch back to meet him. Normally you consider yourself the type to change up positions frequently but suddenly you feel like he could do this to you forever and you wouldn't oppose. When he finally lets up you're almost disappointed. Lucky for you he has to plans to pull out. Instead he expertly maneuvers you while he's still inside so that he's side fucking you, and suddenly hitting new positions inside while you continue to lie there in utter bliss. Again he lights up and blows a first hit at you and the next one pushes into your lungs. You marvel that there's such a quantity of smoke that even when you breath out again he briefly fades from view covered by clouds. Once again that baseline hum that you think is desire comes to life around you. You're moaning as you've never moaned before as he impales you on his cock. When he finally pulls out you almost whine with the desire to have it back inside. He asks you if you've done G before. You tell him you haven't. He nods and tinctures out some liquid and then mixes it with Gatorade. He hands you a glass and without question you chug it down, noticing the bitter taste of it. He tells you it'll take awhile to take effect but there are other fun things to do in the meantime. He lies down on the bed, asking you to get on top and ride him. You love this position as well so you eagerly obey, squirming to get him down all the way to the base of his dick. You feel his sweaty balls pressing against your butt cheeks and that simple touch suddenly makes you profoundly happy. He tosses you the popper bottle and gives you some specific instructions to follow. He asks you to nod to confirm you've understood and you do. You've always loved poppers and you're starting to really dig the smoke so this idea sounds fantastic. He lights up again and nod at you, your sign to take the longest hit you've ever taken on each side of your nose. He'd told you to inhale until literally you can't take in anymore and then hold it. He does the same with the smoke, then nods again. As instructed, you exhale everything in a quick whoosh, and then tightly lock lips with his. He exhales as you inhale, but this time once it's over, rather than part, he instructed you to exhale into his mouth as he inhales. You wonder how this works as there can't be oxygen in that smoke but somehow the meth is powering the two of you. Back and forth you exhale and inhale into the other until actually you're dizzy from lack of oxygen. Finally you pull away and sit up as he starts thrusting upward into you in earnest. Your head is actually dizzy now, the intensity of the poppers somehow dulled and delayed by the smoke comes back in a fever pitch while the hum of the tina somehow becomes more incessant all around you. He tells you to tweak his nipples as he does yours and you look down to grab them. Fuck, you think. You must be really fucked up because your vision is even going weird. In the faint colored lights his face blurs and as he grins it looks like the devil himself is the one fucking you now, goading you to continue. You think how hot it would be for the devil to be the one fucking you and you respond back in earnest, riding and grinding down hard to meet his thrusts. You feel amazing and if you came right now you know it would be the best orgasm of your life but no one is jacking your dick and for whatever reason despite how good you feel you are completely soft. This time, once the popper intensity subsides the pounding in your head continues for even longer, as if your body were struggling to maintain the blood flow up there. Somehow your daddy senses this as you do and tells you to get off and onto your hands and knees. In this position the pounding is dulled and quickly he once again drives into you. He tosses the torch and pipe in front of you. Smoke it you little meth whore, he commands, slapping your ass. Something about that makes your dick momentarily harden and you're eagerly grasping for it. You don't even know what you're doing but you know you want to please him, so you take the torch and heat up the bulb like you saw him doing. As the chamber fills with smoke you suck on it, bringing it into your lungs. When you exhale and see the smoke billowing around you you're actually proud of yourself. Fuck yeah, he says, that'll make you really want it, you want it? Of course you do but you can't somehow articulate the words so instead to show your affirmation you just pick up the pipe and do it again. This is the dirtiest and sluttiest, you've ever felt. Being commanded to do drugs by someone you couldn't see, and filled with an irresistible urge to do so. After you do another hit he takes the pipe for himself. The Pavlovian response built up quick, the sound of the torch makes your dick twitch and soon enough there's another cloud surrounding your head. You shake your head, trying to somehow will it to enter you through sheer contact. He laughs, then blows you another hit and says, fuck yeah we're gonna make a little meth whore out of you. To your surprise you want that, and you tell him fuck yeah, drug me up. You wonder if it's you talking or just you under the influence. You've always been a verbal fucker but you're saying all kinds of things that night you've never said before. He tells you he's going to keep you drugged up all night and invite all the guys to fuck you, and you, you who have never been gangbanged in your life or even really wanted to participate in one as a bottom, eagerly agrees, telling him to tie you up so you can't say no. He tells you he has some really hung as fuck friends who most bottoms have a hard time getting in. You surprise yourself by telling him that he can just feed you more drugs until they get it in. He tells you he has some sexy poz fuckers who would love to dump their HIV+ loads in your hole. You counter and tell him even AIDS is fine. At that, even he laughs and flips you over. He sinks back into you missionary and again presses his entire body languidly against yours, pelvis continuing to gyrate into you, as he tells you what a quick learning son he has. You beam at the praise. He momentarily pauses, and wonders out-loud if you've ever done a slam. You tell him you have no idea what that is. He just grins down at you and says maybe you'll be ready another time. He catches your disappointment and bends over to lick your nips causing you to twitch with pleasure. He tells you he wants you to build up to it, to being a trashy meth whore of your own doing. You tell him to feed you another hit, then, to which he readily complies. He continues fucking you until you tap him and tell him you have to pee. He shrugs and says, just go, with no motion of getting off. You confirm with him, like... here? He tells you the sheets are waterproof. So you let loose a torrent of piss from your soft dick trapped between the two of you. He groans in pleasure as he rubs his chest across yours, getting that piss everywhere, and then sneaks a hand down there to catch some and rub it on your faces and drip it into your mouth whereupon he quickly leans down and scoops it back out with his tongue. Fuck, you think, this is even fucking dirtier and sluttier. Once again you feel like if someone were jacking you off you might have the biggest orgasm of your life, but once again you can't even reach your dick to touch it. The piss tastes funny and he explains its chem piss, it has all those drugs in it and it will only continue to get you more high. You groan at that and try to suck the piss clean from his fingers. He jokingly tells you he doesn't want you to overdose. Again you surprise yourself... the words that come out of you are: keep fucking me even if I do. You fuck like that for hours. You've always had stamina but the drugs make you feel like you can spend an eternity in this state. And it won't even matter if you never come. As the time goes on, you start to get semi hard again and rapidly stroke yourself, trying to cum. But for whatever reason each time you try to stroke yourself to completion it feels empty. Yet whenever you're not touching yourself, it feels like you're having a body-gasm from how he's fucking you, how he's tweaking your nips, how he's kissing you. That doesn't mean the sex isn't good. The next several hours continue to be the best of your weekend. Even his verbal is bringing you to new realms of... mind-gasms? that you never knew were possible. You just want to marry the three: cock-gasm, body-gasm, and mind-gasm, but it seems an impossible task for some reason. You furiously jerk while he's drilling you and telling you how he's used the cum from his ass as lube and is spreading that dirty load deep into your guts while playing with your nipples, but you never get hard and the cock-gasm refuses the join the other two. Then you're in a 69 and as he's pushing your head to choke down on you while sucking furiously, you feel like you're getting close but wishing someone were commanding you to take that poz load. You want to be the center of an orgy where everyone's focused on getting you there. Someone is fucking you. Your dick is in someone else. A third person is feeding you drugs, while a forth is playing with your body. Bringing you to that elusive nirvana until you finally explode. And indeed that's the fantasy that ends four days of edging, while you're frantically jerking your semi soft cock hard enough to get a cramp. It's not like a normal orgasm, where the feeling crescendos and then the cum shoots out. No, this time you first start spraying cum, and since your dick is soft and it's being jerked every which way it shoots out like a sprinkler system gone haywire. You're worried for a second, almost afraid that the orgasm won't happen until it suddenly does, in the middle of the spurts. This orgasm is different, this orgasm you feel traveling the full length of your dick (well, as much length as there is at the moment anyway) until it reaches climax and you shoot out even more cum. He crows at the quantity of cum spattering forth to cover the both of you as you scream into the darkness of the room. Your body buckles and roils literally you think you've lost sight because you swear your eyes are open but you can't see anything but a hazy gray fog. You lay there, stretched in the afterglow as he laps up the cum off your entire body, triggering secondary quakes as his tongue drags across a nip, or wiggles around the crown of your dick. You've never ever had an orgasm like this before in your life. Sunday 11pm It's only 11 when you finally make it back to your room. When you had first gotten up out of his bed, you got such a head rush you crashed down again and he laughed at you, telling you to take it slow. Like a gentleman, he drove you back, though the drive was painfully awkward with small talk. It felt like you were in a lovers' spat: going from consuming each other with your mouths to being stifled sharing the same air. It was like the orgasm took with it all the happiness you had in your soul and now you were in a vacuum where you were just going through the motions. Soon enough you're back home, and even though you only live on the 2nd floor, you can't take the steps with how much of a migraine you have pounding in your skull, and call for the elevator. Everything feels numb, but actually. Your skin is tingling, You think you actually hear a buzz or a ringing, the same kind of effect that happens when you've been exposed to loud sounds for a long time. You collapse into bed, covered in cum and dried piss and hoping to just sleep it off. Except, you're not sure if you actually do sleep. Instead, you're always hovering in that limbo where it seems like you're partially awake and could be fully awake at any moment. You've had insomnia before, but this is different. Normally, your insomnia feels like a hundred racing thoughts, but thoughts that have endings. This feels like your mind is opening a dozen browser tabs by the moment, but none of the pages render more than the title. There's just a mass of empty content filling up your head and preventing the soothing bliss of deep sleep from taking your body. Monday You regret not taking the next day off from work. You're absolutely destroyed. Coworkers think it's a hangover, but this is far worse. Your stomach feels like it's tightened up into a small ball from not having anything to eat in over 24 hours, and you hunch over because that's the only it doesn't hurt. There's a dry lump in your throat that demands you drink water to sooth it, but that retaliates with painful jabs each time you swallow. The buzzing is still all around you. Your hearing has improved but there are still moments when you think the world is being filtered to you through a thick fog. Finally, you go home early. You order some food and barely eat a few bites before nausea sets in. You think you'll just spend the rest of the day in bed watching Netflix, except you can barely understand what they're saying. Frustrated, you just lie supine, the only position where your head doesn't pound as much, and stare up at the ceiling. You feel guilty. That, really is the core of it. Harder than the physical come down is the mental anguish, that you did this to yourself: you traded what will be at least 24 hours of physical pain, for such fleeting pleasure. You don't even know how else the drugs may have fucked up your system. Would you be addicted now? What will people think of you for doing such shit? You're frustrated, drained, and deeply in pain. The worst? You were literally begging for it. You think back about the old man calling you a meth whore, and just how trashy you were as you desperately sucked on that glass pipe. You remember how you did hit after hit to try to chase those first few mind-gasms even though you actually never got them back. Your hand unconsciously palms your crotch. You're not even horny and can't even get hard still, but somehow you want to play with it. You vow to never do drugs again, but before you sleep, you'll log back online and add that muscle daddy as a friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ FINAL NOTE: This is the first draft of a commissioned work (I write hardcore erotica for clients), and yes the Monday experience was part of the request! Anyway, client changed direction so I thought I'd just put it here. Since i's a first draft, please forgive any grammatical or writing errors. As Folsom just happened, I did go through quickly and changed some settings to adapt it. Let me know if you got a load out reading this!

So, Bi here and always felt like girls are not an active part of the "game" as we guys are, meaning, they're not a main crowd for bareback discussion-boards, nor are they game for the risk of HIV and other STD's that consequently might stem from the practice itself. While they are aware and probably educated for "appropriate" sexual practices, they do practice bareback sex at times, but I still feel a duty to protect them and be the one to mandate the use of condoms, especially as I'm not aware of my status at any minute (very sexually active individual here). Please share your thoughts and habits. A picture of me to get your attention 🙂

Man, this is tough. I really don't have a lot of answers, but I think the first think you need to do is let him know that not everyone thinks the way his dad does. I've never understood how anyone can throw their kids out of the house for being gay. He shouldn't be afraid of being who he is, regardless of what his dad or anyone else things or feels about it. I also suggest that as others have said, he needs some kind of reality check about his current situation. Having a large truck payment is a burden he really doesn't need right now, he should probably consider finding something more affordable so he has some financial leeway. It seems that he's still working in the family business, so at least he has that going for him now until he can figure out some of the rest of his situation and determine if he needs to find work elsewhere. I know you want him to have some privacy, but that may be something that needs to be sacrificed for now until he can get some stability first. Help him as best you can as he navigates the road of life but don't jeopardize you own life for the sake of his, there's no sense in two people going down, one is enough.

@Kayne I'll be looking for those stories

You were at swim practice. Was the guy shaved/hairless over most of his body other than his pubes? Swimmers will sometimes remove body hair in order to improve swim times by reducing the subtle drag caused by hair and streamlining the body through the water. The pubes wouldn’t necessarily need to go as they would be contained within the swimsuit. So would his ass, but it would likely be simpler and more intuitive to keep going over that if doing both legs and back. Another possibility: He might be into diving and may remove his hair to increase the ease of getting into and out of a dive suit.

I take a slightly different view of this, from my personal perspective. To me, a Top’s load is a part of him, representative of all the qualities that make him a Top, that make him entitled to breed me, encoded in his DNA. He could choose to implant that marker of himself in any cunt, but he chose mine. I take that as an honor, and as a responsibility - his expressed desire was that his essence be inside my body, and I take seriously my duty to keep it there for as long as I can so some element of it, at least, mingles inextricably with my own flesh. At no point is his load ever “mine” - it remains his, but inside me, and thus he remains inside me. It’s not for me to decide whether his essence should be inside someone else; if he wanted it elsewhere he would have put it there. Also, I never consider myself to have “earned” a load in the sense that I am ever “owed” one - a Top’s load is always a gift, to be given or not given at his pleasure. It is a sign of his ecstasy, and if he pumps it into me, it isn’t a reward, it’s simply a sign that I have performed my duty successfully. That’s not to say I don’t place a great value on the load bred into my cunt; I very much do. Each load deposited is an act that cannot be undone, one that subtly changes me forever. Each time I’m cunted reinforces the way I’ve been trained to see myself and to perform - the load serves as a token, very much owned by him, that by fusing with me leaves me also feeling very much owned by him. One thing that did mess with my head a bit was a time when a Top had finished unloading into me, then reached underneath me and jacked me off until I came into his hand, then poured my own entire load into my ass. Even though the load came from me, he had made it his own to do with as he wanted (being a Top) and it became another token of his Top-ness.

With energy prices I can see entry going to £30 and attendance plummeting further so there might be more closures ahead. Also it's not just apps that killed saunas it's people doing chems and private parties.

If I may ...... Actually, there is. Around here there are plenty of guys that regularly (I mean weekly) whore out either their favorite cumdump, or one of their fuckbud's in a joint-venture. Often these small groups are sort of "in a network", if that makes sense? Several guys who admire cumdumps, and networking with each other to share the talented ones. A reputation (for the better or for the worse) can be built fairly quickly, and when a fb texts with "you guys have to come over - I found a hotttt one", we tend to do it. One of my fb's (name is Chris - the guy I got through covid with) and he often texts me to come over and share a talented cumdump, or show up at X place where he'll be whoring the cumdump. Every single guy may not agree with the host's estimation, but that's ok. The point is, word gets around amongst the men who need to know. btw - Rocket Central is about 200 miles - at least 3 hours or worse on I-95 - away from Ft.L. And, perhaps you will. There are so many gay men, a huge percentage of which are raw men, in this area that I cannot possibly imagine that any guy could meet/share sex with even half the gay population. Even at a multi-day event like next month's Pig Week, which consists mostly of orgies at various locations around town, it would take years to run across close to every potential fuck in town. One issue though, is so many of the cumdumps in the fuckjoints are high as kites on christ alone knows what kind of drugs. One of the reasons I hit the backrooms / fuckjoints, instead of hosting group breedings in my home, is that in the public places, I'm not responsible for any crazy crap that could easily happen. The fuckjoint is; I'm just another patron in the crowd. That cumdump I kept for a few years was (and is) a powerfully-built guy, which I am not, so I at least had an "enforcer" around when needed if guys started to get out of line here in my home. Of course, I don't know how widely traveled you are, but I did attend trade shows annually in Louisville for a number of years. These were multi-day events, and of course I slipped away at night when I could avoid the advertisers. I can only say as gracefully as possible, that city is not at all comparable to Ft. L. in this context. There is virtually no chance that every BreedCock in Ft.L. could experience the pleasure of your dedication to your craft. but you're discounting something that you possess, and very few bottoms even understand or comprehend, let alone accomplish: I've gone into that before and it didn't seem like you cared to read it, but that doesn't make your dedication to your calling, answering that call to Service despite the difficulties, any less remarkable and valued. Even the kids on this site are getting older every day, and neither you nor I are kids anymore (thank Whatever). That's why I try to encourage the younger guys to do what they need to do, take all the precautions available to protect their health, and to learn their craft. Get as much pleasure as they can, because all of a damn sudden, we wake up one day and wonder what the hell happened? I don't feel old, I know I don't act old, and in a little while I'll be getting ready to head out for the night. I'm doing it - as much of it as I want to - because one day maybe I won't be able, and the day after that I may get to ditch. In the meantime though, I still love cumdumps; to me they're the special ones, and I want to give them what they need, and take from them what they offer - as many as I can. I hope with all my heart that you can continue do the same.

It would be a pleasure to be the next man you do that with... Jim

I don’t think you were in at all the same kind of situation I’m describing. In your case you weren’t asking to come get the guy’s loads, you were invited in. If anything, the other bottom was the one using you as a means to entice men to come fuck him through the mirror (!) and was actually being the greedy one by being the one to take all the fucking after you stiffened them up with your mouth. If he let you eat him out afterward, I’d say you could fairly call it your cut of the take from the operation, at the very least.

I hope there will be

In a heartbeat. I love cock. Id just suck and act like it never happened

I live in NYC. I'd be here all day if I recounted every Men's room, Bathhouse, Subway station, Tunnel, car and Platform, Every parking lot, bublic park or office building Jail cell,commuter bus, stadium house of worship or a dark street alley or abandonded store front or between parked cars or City roof top where we could be seen by others in taller buildings or every sex club or night club with a black out room My desire is to have more sleazy public sex. to drop more loads and take even more. but. the older I get and the more conservative the world around me. gets, the more I have to lose. but damn I miss the days whenI was brave enough to grab a had cock on a crowded subway train

Chapter 4.4 - How About A Date? Ric had talked to Devon briefly before their classes following their meeting at the hotel, but it was just chit-chat. The following week was the same except that Devon came up to him after class on Thursday. "Hey... I was wondering... if you wanted to grab dinner sometime" Devon asked. Ric was surprised how the question came across. It lacked the confidence that Devon usually had. Suddenly the extrovert was gone and a shy, insecure guy had taken over his body. "We could... but it depends on what your intention is. If it's a date, then it's not a good idea since I have a boyfriend. If you just want to go out as friends, then... hell, yeah!" Ric replied. Devon's jaw dropped and he fumbled for words. "But... you and I jumped in bed after the banquet and fucked not once, but twice" he finally said. "Yeah, my boyfriend and I are open. We both like variety and each other" Ric replied. "Well, fuck. I thought I'd finally found someone that was a match for me. You're smart, you're funny, you fit in really well with my friends, you're great in bed and you're sexy. Even the guys in the house were asking when I was going to go out with you again" Devon said, the shyness instantly gone again. "Sorry, if you're looking for a partner then you're going to have to keep looking. But... we can hang out or have sex... or both. I just want you to know up front that it's not going to get too serious. I have a few friends I do that with. We're close friends and sex is just a part of it. But that only works if you're open to it and not looking for a traditional, monogamous relationship" Ric said, looking at Devon to see his reaction. "Damn... that's not what I expected. I guess I need to realize that two dads, a couple kids, a dog and a house aren't the only way to live" Devon said. "Remember, the other dad might have a wandering eye, the kids might be screaming most of the time and that dog might be humping the neighbor's dog 24/7" Ric said, laughing. "So, sex is still on the table?" Devon asked. Ric chuckled. "Yeah it is. You just need to figure out how much risk you're willing to take. I'm not going to use a condom with you again. You even said you wanted it bare next time. There's always PrEP, but it'll take a while to be effective" Ric said. Devon gave a shy smile and laughed a bit. "I dunno... I think I'd take my chances if you fucked me like last time, after we gave up on the condoms" Devon said. "It was pretty good. For someone that doesn't get fucked much, you took me pretty easily. At least when we fucked bare" Ric replied. "Yeah... I learned how to take big cock last summer. I did a trip to Costa Rica and the guide was hung like you. He claimed to be straight, but fucked me once or twice a day for two weeks" Devon said. "Sounds like a fun trip. I hope you didn't spend all the time in the hotel room" Ric said. "Nah, mostly in the rainforest. There was a lot of hiking and some really scary driving, but we had fun too. We tested mattresses when we could, otherwise we were in tents or I was holding on to a tree" Devon replied. "Nice. Let me know when you want to hookup. You'll have to find a place since I only like to fuck my boyfriend in my room" Ric told Devon. "How about tomorrow night? It's a rare Friday for me to be free" he replied. "Sorry, I already have plans. Uh, how about Sunday or Monday night?" Ric asked, not wanting to tell Devon that his plans involved a client. "Sunday works. We can do some sinning on the lord's day" Devon joked. Sunday night Ric met Devon at one of the nicer chain hotels. They walked into the room and Devon gently set down his bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne. "You liked the bubbles at the party and this is much better" Devon said as he set the bottle down. "I thought we were just meeting for sex" Ric said, unbuttoning Devon's shirt. "We are, but I like to loosen up first" Devon replied, pulling Ric's polo shirt over his head. Soon they were naked and Devon was pouring out two glasses. "Wrong stemware, but it will do" Devon said with a smile. Ric could tell that he was nervous and hoped that he wouldn't back out at the last second. With the first glass half empty, Ric started to grope all over Devon's body. Once the glasses were empty, Ric sunk to his knees and swallowed Devon's partially hard shaft to the base. It continued to grow in his mouth as Ric's tongue and lips worked the shaft over. He felt Devon's hands tentatively rest on his head and with each passing minute, gripped harder and then finally pushed and pulled. This was the first time he'd gone down on Devon and liked that he was feeling confident enough to start fucking his face. A few minutes later he realized he had a new taste in his mouth and it must have been Devon's precum. The first time they met, Devon only bottomed but with a stiff seven inches in his mouth and throat he wondered if Devon ever topped. He coated his finger in the spit that was dripping off his beard and Devon's shaved balls. The moment he pushed his finger into the flexing hole, he was rewarded with a face full of trimmed bush and a throat full of hard cock. Ric wiggled his finger around before working it in and out. A second finger joined in, stretching and fucking the hole while Devon plowed into his throat. Five minutes later he knew he was getting Devon too close and had to slow down. He wanted to edge him for an hour, not minutes. First he pulled his fingers out and then slowed down his sucking. Ric pulled off the spit soaked shaft, a pop filling the room as the head left his lips. He didn't wait and quickly hooked Devon's legs and threw him back on to the bed. The move worked just like he'd planned it and had Devon's legs on his shoulders and his cock poking at his slightly open hole. Devon's face first looked of shock and then a grin slowly covered it. His cock was still hard and laying on his stomach, dripping the mix of spit and precum all over his firm abs. "Want my poz dick in you?" Ric asked, staring at Devon's face. Devon nodded before saying "Deep inside me... Please... Fuck me." Ric pushed in, watching Devon's eyes roll back and a sultry moan come from his mouth. The strokes started slow and built up speed before tapering back. Ric did this a few times, carefully watching Devon's face to make sure he never got him too far. The only way Ric wanted him to orgasm was either by feeling Ric breed him or inside Ric's ass. Devon alternated holding his legs back and rubbing his hands over Ric's sweaty chest. He avoided Ric's nips, knowing that might make him cum. He wanted the fuck to last a long time, just like Ric did. Ric's own orgasm crept up on him since he was too engrossed in making sure Devon didn't cum. The moment Ric felt the cum start to rise from his balls, he began to hammer Devon's hole. "Gonna breed that neg hole... Ready to get knocked up?" Ric asked. The last time Ric fucked Devon, very little mention was made of his status. Each time they fucked raw, though, the risk got higher and Devon was on the road to being another pozzed up bottom. "Oh god... Please... Breed me... Give me another load!" Devon cried out. His eyes had conflict in them, but even if Ric had wanted to pull out, he couldn't. His cock began to shower the battered chute with cum. Over forty-five minutes of plowing had abraded the soft tissue and was only aided by some spit and viral precum. "Oh fuck yeah!" Devon screamed out as he felt the warmth fill him up. Each volley of cum sent waves of pleasure through Ric's body, urging his body to pump as much tainted seed as he could into Devon's cunt. The tenth spurt was pretty meager but the adrenaline flying through his body was still high. Reluctantly he pulled his cock free of the cum filled chute, dropping Devon's legs down on to the bed. With one swift move, he straddled Devon's stomach, lined up his still hard shaft and pushed down, taking it into his own hole. "Wha!?!?!" Devon cried out as Ric sunk down, feeling the hard shaft plunge deeper until his ass was on Devon's hips. He ground his hips a few seconds and then started to ride. Ric hoped it wouldn't take much and he was right. Only a couple minutes in and Devon's hips were thrusting up to meet his own downward drives. Another couple more was all it took and he felt the first of several blasts of Devon's DNA coat his guts. Ric looked down and saw the shocked look on Devon's face after the last spurt shot into his ass. When he felt the cock in his hole start to soften, Ric pulled off and laid next to Devon. He stroked his hand over the dark, smooth skin for a few minutes until he said "Thanks, I needed that and your hard dick looked so good" Ric said. "Uh... I never top anyone. That's the first time it's been inside a guy in years. I just love being fucked too much" Devon replied. "Well, you should do it more often. You're wasting a very nice cock. You need to get your own needs met, but the world always needs more tops" Ric replied grinning. Devon looked back at him and nodded, wondering if he was being selfish. Ric saw him looking over his body. Slowly a hand came over and gently rubbed over his chest. A finger traced around a couple of the stars on his chest tattoo before lightly playing with his pierced nipple. "God, I love the ink... I wish I had the guts to get one" Devon said. Ric smiled and replied "Then get two" before chuckling. A moment later he added "As the guy who helped me get my first one said, worry less about what people say and make yourself happy. You're already out and proud. Don't let strangers dictate any part of your life. But... if you get a tattoo, think about them. They should mean something to you or be art that you want to see the rest of your life" Ric said. The more Devon played with Ric's nipples, the harder Ric's cock got. Devon leaned over and replaced his fingers with his tongue. After a few minutes he worked his lips and tongue lower and Ric was sure he kissed the tattoo above his cock before licking down the shaft. He kept going lower until he was giving Ric's balls a tongue bath. Ric wondered if he'd continue down and eat his ass, but Devon moved back up and took Ric's cock into his mouth. It was a long and slow blowjob, getting Ric close but never too close. Devon began to softly massage his balls while taking his cock deeper into his throat. A minute later, Devon moved his hand down and started to finger Ric's wet hole. Once it was coated in cum, he pulled it out and licked it clean before grinning back at Ric. He gave him a wink and then straddled Ric's stomach and guided the rigid pole to his ass. Devon sunk down, taking Ric's cock easily into his cum lubed tunnel. He moaned loudly when he bottomed out and stared at Ric's face a moment. "I don't like to ride guys since I want them to use me how they want... It's the only time I ever give up control. But you looked so hot riding me earlier" Devon said as he raised his body up and dropped down. His pace picked up and he rode Ric's shaft for almost fifteen minutes before his muscles started to tire. Ric took over and drove his cock up into the sloppy hole, wondering how many loads it would take before his bug claimed Devon's body. It wasn't his only goal, since he enjoyed fucking him, but with each load he knew Devon got closer. After a few minutes, Ric thrust in hard and rolled over, taking Devon with him. With Devon on his back, Ric was now in control and Devon's grin got bigger. The thrusts got harder. His hips bounced off the firm butt as they stared at each other. "You gonna knock me up today?" Devon asked, his eyes locked on Ric's while his ass got pounded. Ric couldn't figure out Devon's expression, whether it was fear, excitement or resignation. "Maybe this time... Maybe next time" Ric gasped as he gave a final thrust and shot ropes of charged cum into the well used hole. He felt Devon milk his cock of a few more drops of seed before leaning forward on to his chest. Ric's cock was still partially hard and inside Devon's ass, holding all of the precious liquid in. "God... I love that feeling" Devon said before he faded off to sleep. Ric was right behind him and they woke an hour later. "I need to get back to Mateo" Ric said as they laid there after a brief talk. "Yeah, I understand. I want to meet your boyfriend some time and see what kind of stud could capture your heart and still allow you to play around without going crazy with jealousy" Devon said. "I dunno, it just seems to work. Let's grab a shower" Ric said. They stood under the hot water, making out until Devon turned Ric to the wall. Ric felt him against his back, using his feet to spread Ric's legs. Devon humped Ric's ass, his hard cock riding along the crevice. "You like my dick, huh?" Devon whispered in his ear. "Yeah, I do" Ric moaned out. "You want me to share after your bug gets me?" Devon asked in a menacing tone. "I do... you don't have to but you should share that dick with lots of guys, whether it's shooting blanks or not" Ric said. Devon plunged his cock into Ric's hole, driving all the way in and making Ric groan. It was a quick fuck, but Ric liked feeling Devon become an aggressive top. The pounding came to an abrupt end when Devon shoved in and unloaded his neg seed into Ric's slick hole. "I think I could get used to this. It feels so much better than I remember... Maybe because it's bare... I used to have problems keeping it hard with condoms so I assumed I was only a bottom" Devon said, kissing the back of his neck before pulling his cock out of Ric's ass. "I think you know what the problem was... Just expect to keep taking my dick" Ric said as they washed each other off.

My birthday and Halloween are around the same time so I always celebrate big. It also marks the end of Locktober when my cock is locked away in its cage. By the end of the month the horn is unstoppable. I was sitting in the steamroom at the sauna thinking what I could do to celebrate becoming a real man at 30 and the season. There were a few other guys around; an extremely skinny tired looking twink and a stick thin older man and a bear. Just then a fit jock swaggered in and sat down. The twink said “hey, wanna play?” and the jock replied “not with you, bug boi” and with that got up and walked out – the bear followed. The old man said “stupid lad, doesn’t know what he’s missing” and the twink pulled out a monster cock and winked. I instinctively removed my towel and the twink noticed. He said “you horny enough to take this weapon?” I nodded. “Your locked cock horny enough to take this toxic venomous snake inside you?”. I said “wow I’d been nearly a month and I’d let you do anything. The thought of a twink making me into a real man – a breeder is what I need”. The twink led me to his cabin, laydown and told me to get on board. He passed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed greedily whilst he said “guys your age can’t resist my twinky charm – but I’m man enough to breed and young enough seed multiple times a day – if you want poz then push back”. I did, feeling his fat cock filling me. I rode him for a good ten mins before he pushed me off and onto the mattress, flipped me over and pushed in me – pounding me hard. He grunted and rode me hard until I felt his balls swell against my ass and he pumped ropes of toxic cum into me. He then unlocked the door, noticed the old guy sitting in a seat opposite and said “bet cause he’s locked he’s gagging for more”. I replied “yes daddy, breed me up”. The old guy didn’t need asking twice. He plunged straight in and pounded for a bit but came pretty quicky. The old guy said “thought you’d be another one of those dumb jocks who thinks they are too good for us". I said “sorry sir, guess I have been in the past, but now I’m becoming more of a man in so many ways”. The twink had a checky glint in his eye and said “think he should make up for it?” and the old man smiled and said “think he’s started already but yes how?”. The twink asked if I would be prepared to take all loads on Halloween and come to his poz party – every load poz except my converting balls and I’d get tricks and treats – beautiful men and men I might think we’re trolls. I said I would and to make sure I didn’t chicken out I’d stay locked to ensure my balls were blue and ready to bust. He replied that was perfect and gave me the address. I knew conversion was guaranteed…

I’m on annual leave just now so have a lot of time to whore it up, so that’s what I did last night. I arrived at the sauna at around 7pm. After a good clean out and shower, I went cruising. Saturdays can be more a miss than a hit, full of bottoms and prissy twinks, all high on shit. Not this night, daddy’s ruled the roost tonight and they were in the mood to fuck. I was loaded up at least a dozen times, an arse full of cum when I left by about midnight. Here are the highlights The basement has some glory holes on 2 levels, a porno screen and some benches. It was busy here all night and is where I got fucked the most. When I arrived I saw a big, big lad playing. In no way attractive, except for the huge monster cock on him. Lucky lad. Good job too, he’d have trouble fucking with an average cock. I saw him at the glory holes a while later, his monster cock erect but downward pointing it was so long and girthy. I got to work, sucking him for a few minutes. Oral is a means to anal so I darted upstairs to be beside him and got back to sucking. I made sure I was in a position to have my hole accessible and in easy reach. Sure enough, I felt some fingers probing my insatiable cunt so I made it obvious I wanted fucked. Being the first cock of the night, this monster made me wince, but I’m a well used slut so pain soon turned to enjoyment. My bottle of French poppers certainly helped, which I offered to my alpha top. He got into rhythm, slowly building up the pace and depth of the fucks. He blew a massive load and was out of there in a jiffy. For a big lad he could move quite fast. This was the starter before the main event however, the next time he fucked me was phenomenal. I went upstairs and found a cabin, ass up and head down. I love this position, watching the trade pass by, wondering who would stop for a feel. Only a few minutes passed before an older daddy of mid to late 50s stopped, pulled the door shut and got into position. He was on good shape too, and hung. Well, this daddy liked to take his time. He had me in various positions over the next 20 mins or so, he was in charge. He was verbal when he blew his load in my sloppy hole, the punters knew another breeding had taken place. I was bred several more times, in the sling and once in the steam room. I went upstairs to the dark room and found an extremely muscled daddy stroking. We kissed, his stubble brushing against my big bushy beard. We felt each others hairy chests, his hard and clipped, mine more natural. He seemed to like it as he kissed me some more, more passion this time. I asked him if he wanted to fuck, which thankfully he did so he followed me to a cabin. We kissed some more, I turned around and his rock hard cock entered my cunt. He was well hung too, uncut (as most are here), thick at 7 or 8 inches. Beautiful cock to look at, but especially to feel in my hole. He didn’t last long, my well used fuck hole was too much and I felt every contraction of his cock as he blew in me. We exchanged pleasantries and I went back downstairs. The big lad was back, batteries recharged and hard again. He was watching some lads fooling around on the bench, stroking. When I went over I turned away, so my hole was in reach, I looked over and another daddy was looking on, opposite. He looked at me intensely, stroking his above average cock which was at full mast. I thought, maybe big lad would like some sloppy seconds (or 10ths as it was by now tbh), l there’s nothing hotter than witnessing a breeding and slipping in right after. I turned back around and new daddy was in my hole in a flash. He banged away, grunting as he built up the tension. He blew his load in me after about 5 mins, collapsing ontop of me, his cock spent. When he slipped out, cum dribbled down my leg. I spun around and the big lad was in me again. He called me a dirty slut and faggot whore as he stretched my fuck hole once again. He was good the first time, fucking phenomenal the second. I got a right good fucking, he verbalised he was gonna cum as the last load of the night filled my guts. I went home filled with cum, slept soundly with a cum puddle in my bed in the morning. Can’t wait for next Saturday.

My bf left for Toronto last Tuesday and is on his way home today. Within that time span between work and hanging with some friends I was able to get 12 different cocks, with multiple encounters with some of them since he's been gone. Sucked off three married straight men from the fabswingers site, two of which I convinced to breed me. Ended up having the biggest n thickest cock I've ever seen (which I'll provide a picture of) in my mouth and ass. Got my ass destroyed by a super fit couple. Met up with some old fwbs. Convinced a few guys who were very cautious of playing that I never get laid so that they would breed me. Met a fucking stud at his glory hole would loved my cock and ass so much that be bred me for 45 minutes and came inside me three times, fucked like a stallion. Literally bouncing on one to two cocks a day the entire time my bf was gone. Haven't had a good go of being a total whore like this in a long while and it was much needed. Got a hot guy who wants to breed me now but not sure when he can get avaliable, hopefully before my bf gets back in town haha. Love being a cheating whore and the best part being that my ass is so unnaturally tight my man will never know how many cocks I've managed to take while he was gone. He's gonna eat and pound my ass once he gets back and be none the wiser that I've whored myself out all week. Wet just thinking about it all

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

I left the porno store. Four more loads up my ass. 3 down my throat. I would have taken more but the the store had to close at midnight. So I was on my way home my ass leaking come from stranger's cocks. All evening I was so focused on giving my body over to other men. Just giving up my body to anyone without discrimination. As I was driving home I took stock of where I was in my life. Ever since that kid had dropped his poz nut in my ass 3 years ago, I have been moving towards getting myself knocked up with HIV. Everything had just kind of falling into place. my wife, who had been sick for several years, had begun to deteriorate about a year ago. She was now in hospice full-time. My younger son had moved in with his grandparents. This was good for him. He had a hard time being in the house with his mother so sick. That left me and my older son, Sean, who was getting ready for college, in the house alone. Sean was 18 and the school athlete. He was a little short. 5‘7“, toned, smooth, and had a nice fat 7 inch cock. I have seen him naked many times through the years. Sometimes at home and sometimes at the gym. Even at church camp. I always admired his beauty. He had the nicest bubble but I had ever seen. I even found myself at times getting aroused looking at him we’re thinking about his body. Because of my wife's illness I was on sabbatical from the church. I didn't even have to check in. I just stayed away. That's why I had so much time to fuck around at the park and in the porno store. I took loans at the corner store at least four days a week. Tonight I have thrown away my prep. In another month I'd be susceptible to the virus. The thought of being converted kept my cock hard all the way home. Every cock that went in my ass that night I imagined was swimming with the virus. I pulled into the garage. My son's car was already parked there. It wasn't that late, just before 1 at night. He was sometimes out with his friends till 2 or 3 in the morning. I made my way in the house still dressed in the clothes I had picked up from the bushes at the park. I thought for a brief moment about the kid who had left his clothes outside the bathroom. Thought about him getting railed by that old poz breeder. It must have been a really hot scene. I pictured the kid on his knees sucking that fat cock with the spiked ball hanging off the end of it. I imagined him savoring the viral pre-come dripping from that cock. I knew the breeder would piss on him it’s been around and rough fuck his little boy hole. Fill the kid with his toxic gift. I boned up thinking about it. I realized in all my playing around at night I have never calm. I was still horny as fuck. I needed more Hass and cock and sperm. I made my way into the house and down the back hallway. I passed my son's room. His door was partially opened. I stopped and looked in. He was lying on his stomach on the bed apparently asleep. He had a beautiful body. The light from outside gave enough light to the room for me to see the outline of his naked form. His beautiful bubble but glistening in the moonlight. My hard cock throbs looking at him. I craved his ass. I wanted to plunge my cock into that ass that I had made and fill it with my seed. I wanted to fuck my own son. I wanted to creep in to the room. Wanted to lay my body over his. Even if I had to force him, I wanted to breed him deep and raw. But I was ready for that I didn’t think. But I knew what I would be thinking about as I jerked off in the shower. I started to walk away from his room when I noticed a pile of clothes at the end of his bed. It was time to do laundry so I step quietly into the room and reached down and picked up the pile of clothes.As I picked up the clothes from the floor it hit me. These were my clothes. These were my clothes that I threw into the bushes at the park just a few hours ago. The kid in the restroom getting railed by the gifter with the big spiked to PA was my son. Was my 18-year-old son. And I stood there realizing I was wearing his clothes. My ass full of strangers’ cum. My cock rock hard and dripping from thinking about fucking my son. I heard a rustling on the bed and my son flipped over. Still half asleep he stretched, his cock standing straight out from his body. Something came over me, possessed me. And I tossed the clothes I was holding into his face as he was waking up, “ Recognize these clothes? Recognize these clothes that you wore home?“ I sneered and stepped up next to the bed. “ Do you recognize these clothes I’m wearing? The clothes you threw in the bushes on your way into that shit hole toilet to get railed by a evil pervert with AIDS?“ Sean’s eyes grew big. Fear rose in his face. The stink of it rose from his body. He was awake now, wide awake. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust.

Part 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.