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The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

I (like most bottoms), do all it takes to be as cleaned out as humanly possible. I will never bottom if I don't think I'm 100% ready to go. That said, even with all the cleaning and precautions, sometimes (thankfully very rarely) something (ahem) slips through the crack. You think it's "embarrassing" to ask a guy if he's clean? Imagine how most of us bottoms feel when this happens. To me, it's mortifying - not just because it's gross (it is) - but because I'm expecting the exact opprobrious (and frankly juvenile) reaction that you just substantiated. You can't consistently put your dick in other dudes' buttholes and realistically expect it to always come out clean. The last time this happened to me, after I apologized profusely, the goddamn gentleman of a top just shrugged it off and said "look, accidents happen." I'm sure he was as grossed out as I was, but that small kindess turned a tremendously humiliating situation into simply an unfortunate one. It was also a good reminder that although we all get caught up in these tropes -- cocky top, dutiful bottom -- we're all just human. Humans that poop. So Dear Tops, the next time you (inevitably) address this shituation, before you shame the "dirty" bottom who likely didn't set out earlier that night hell-bent to give you half a Dirty Sanchez-- keep in mind that he probably won't remember your cock, or "the disgusting smell that makes [you] throw up;" but he will remember the way you made him feel.

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

Couldn’t agree with you more , @TallHungNYC I don’t like this thread and all the other similar ones: it smells too much like ‘bottom shaming’ to me. I’m a proud bottom slut, and yes, I do everything I can to make sure my hole provides a pleasant experience for both my top and myself. But I’m not one of those bottoms who is going to spend his entire life jumping through hoops and putting my own intestinal health at risk, just so some cocky top can have any-time access to my hole. As far as I’m concerned, tops and bottoms are equal partners in this great game we call sex, and when an accident happens, any top worth that monicker should be able to man up and deal with it like a decent human being. And as far as being ‘well groomed’ is concerned, that goes well beyond being properly cleaned out, and is a matter of personal taste. I find just as many tops are attracted to the “I’m a man- take me as I am” look as are attracted to the “I haven’t got a hair out of place” look.

Meh, shit happens. 1) Most straight guys dont know how to do douche but they're so hot to top. 2) And what about spontaneous sex where there hasn't been time to clean up beforehand? Like waking up in the morning next to a lover with morning glory or unexpectedly making eye contact with some stranger at an event u werent planning to have sex at. 3) or how about camping? the outdoors where no facilities are available. Are u just gonna not have sex and miss out cuz it's messy? pssh, it's not the end of the world, it's just organic matter, nbd. As long as you avoid the riding position, dont go crazy with the fucking and make sure your cock stays inside with your strokes, the mess will be pretty minimal and mostly confined. After cumming, just wipe and clean up after, easy peasy, no big deal And also, honestly, I mean this sincerely and not as a criticism, when you stop being so judgemental and fussy about stuff like this, whether it's in your attitude or your profile or whatever, ppl will respond to that and I find more and hotter guys will be attracted to you

I don’t put my cunt into service until it’s clean inside. Doing otherwise is out of the question. Yes, washing out my insides is an unpleasant chore and involves not always eating when I want, but that’s the price of keeping a cunt ready for use. And Tops both notice and appreciate it - the three most common praises I get from Tops are that they love the way my ass feels, that I know how to take cock, and that I’m always clean.

The wife was out of town for the weekend on a shopping trip, so i was left to entertain the kids. After successfully wearing them outover the afternoon and evening, they had crashed and I find myself sitting alone on the lounge, checking out grindr. Start chatting with a guy that was in town working at a concert and was staying at his sisters empty house nearby. He said to come over when i was ready. I cleaned up , made sure everyone was sound asleep, and snuck out without a sound. Got to the place and he met me at the door, in total darkness. It wasn't so bad as the moon was full, and i could make out that he was well built, stocky and handsome. He led me to a back lounge, where it was still dark, but with blinds open there was good moonlight. We were naked in no time and he sat back on a lounge as i started to blow him. His cock grew to a very thick 7' impressive weapon. As the only lube we had on hand was saliva, i tried to work his cock good, spat on my hand and wet up my hole, straddled him forward facing on the longue, and started to ease this monster in. He was rock hard and i felt the pain as each inch slid a little further inside me. I held steady for a moment, he pulled me in tight, kissed me and started slowly working up a tempo. It was a mixture of pain and ecstacy, and in no time i was riding him hard balls deep. After about 10 mins of riding him, i could sense that he was getting close through his grunts and breathing and then he said he was gonna cum. I didn't change stride and kept bouncing up and down until he shot. I sat right down on him and could feel him pulsing inside my ass. I let him empty every last drop in me before getting off, dressing and leaving. I've never had a guy cum so heavily in me. When i got home i pushed out so much cum from my ass. It had me that horny, that i barely started stroking my cock, and came all over myself in the bathroom. I had a shower and went to bed with a tender fuckhole and beautiful memories.

I mostly hook up through online sites as opposed to anonymous situations. ALL of my profiles state bareback. If a bottom hit me up but wanted me to fuck him with a condom? No. Not sorry! And I don't care how many boxes you may check for me. I would rather fuck a bottom bareback who checked zero other boxes for me than to fuck a bottom with a condom who checked every box for me.

The First Chapter March 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. To the lost of childhood innocence. Matthew Taylor and his dad is traveling on the Western Freeway when the overwhelming urge to take a leak takes hold. “I gotta take a leak,” says Matthew. “I thought I told you to go when we left,” says his father. “That was thirty minutes ago. And I did go.” “Alright, but make it a quick one, we still have a long way to go.” His father stops at the next truck stop. It is night-time and the clouds had eaten up the moon. The air is chilly for this time of the year and there is a COLES truck parked right outside, the driver nowhere to be seen. “I’ll be in the car if you need me,” says his father. “I’m sure I’ll manage,” replies Matthew. He walks into the store, ask for the whereabouts of the toilet, and the staff points to somewhere outside. He walks out, finds it. It is a public toilet, one long urinal along the wall, and two cubicles, one of which is occupied. He walks to the urinal, pulls out his cock, and as he is pissing, he hears the noise of someone opening the cubicle door. He turns his shoulder around, spots a man standing in the small opening between the door and the cubical, hands on his crotch. There is a smile on his face, and in the dim light of the toilet, can barely make out his eyes. Matthew stands still, even after he has finished pissing. He is not sure what is happening, but curiosity is a magnet that he can’t escape from. The man is not particularly handsome although he is quite fit and muscular, with big hands and soon, as Matthew will see as he continues to stare, a large cock. And that smile on his face that is warmly inviting. He gestures for Matthew to come to him, into the cubicle, but Matthew does not move an inch. He is terrified and breathes deeply in the cool air. He looks at the man’s cock, which is now fully erect. He guess about seven inches, but it is hard to tell for sure where he is standing, so he takes a step closer to find out, and another step, his eyes locked onto the man’s cock. Soon, he is in the cubical with the man with the alluring smile, but he does not see much of the smile for his eyes are now closed, his mouth barely making it halfway through the man’s cock. Matthew is on his knees. The floor is in urgent need of some cleaning but his pants does not care and neither does he. He tries again to bury the cock deep into his mouth but it is too big, gags, pulls away, but two strong hands hold his head in place and he can’t breathe. “Use your nose, faggot,” says the man, without letting go of his hold on Matthew ’s head. He does what he is ordered and soon finds the rhythm, much to the man’s enjoyment. His dad must be wondering where he is right now but his thought is interrupted when the man lifts him up off his knees, turns him around, pushes him against the cubical wall, pulls down his pants. “What are you doing?” Matthew asks, but thick strong hands cover his mouth. One of the man’s forearm has a tattoo of a scorpion. The man pushes a wet finger into his ass, and the unfamiliar sensation feels kind of nice to Matthew, who has never done anything like this before. The rather good feeling is soon replaced with pain as the man’s raw cock enters his hole. It does not fit, of course, for it is too big, but one can always force their way into something if you give it a big enough push. The man’s hand muffles the cry of pain and the plea for help, which does arrive when the door to the public toilet opens. “Are you in here, Matty?” asks his father. “Call for help and I’ll break your neck,” says the man with the scorpion tattoo. “Yeah,” Matthew says, the slow stroke of cock pumping inside him continues. “I’ll be out in a moment.” “Alright,” says his father. “This place bloody reeks.” He stands there for a moment before leaving, and just as the door closes, the man continues his assault on Matthew’s ass. “Should have invited your old man to join us,” says the man. Matthew does not answer. His body is there but his mind is elsewhere, in a place that is lost and far away. There is an expression that is appropriate to use here: the lights are on but nobody’s home. The man has stolen Matthew’s innocence and his spirit, and it is something that is gone forever. “You’ll learn to love this soon enough, faggot.” The man holds Matthew ’s body close to him now as he begins to pump faster and harder. There is no longer any reason to cover Matthew’s mouth as he has lost the urge to resist a long time ago, now just a body for another’s enjoyment. The release comes quickly. The man slaps Matthew’s ass, calls him a ‘good boy,’ buckles up, leaves. Matthew stands there for a moment, cum and shit dripping down his thigh. He cleans himself up with toilet paper, pulls up his pants, leaves. “That took you a while,” his father says. “Is everything alright?” “Must be something I ate,” Matthew lies. “I’m going to grab some shut eye for a while.” “I’ll wake you up when we get there,” says his father. Matthew pulls down the chair to his father’s Holden Civic, closes his eyes, and falls asleep. Somewhere deep inside him, the incurable strain of HIV begins their work in transforming him.

Agreed. I tell bottoms who are worried about whether or not they're cleaned out enough that if it happens, no big deal. I have a hookup in the shower and they can refresh if needed. Then we can pick up where we left off. BUT that is different from what I think the OP was talking about - someone who hadn't cleaned out (well enough or at all). I don't fuck anything I haven't eaten first. And if my nose and tongue get down there and it doesn't appear to be properly cleaned? There won't be any eating or fucking.

friday evening. Got a message on grindr of a profile nearby. He wanted a pump and dump. Got there, his door was open, went up and found him face down ass up on his sofa. Started fucking him and felt my cum boiling. All of a sudden his door opened and his boyfriend came home. He looked at us and said “don’t worry, please continue” and left again. The bottom guy was in panic, repeating “shit shit shit”. Felt so hot situation that i came immediately. Loaded up his ass and left. Hope next time the bf can join too. 🤓

I fucked Randy Barnes in a four way but what I really wanted was him to fuck me. I admired his cock ring and he gave it to me. Nice guy and sooo sexy still.

Love a cheater. I’d do the same when I was married to a woman. Now I do it to my husband

Love reading about a good hot cheat session. Thanks.

I checked a patient (it was my first time to do that) for prostate hyperplasia. Nothing too scientific about it, you just put your index finger (with a glove of course) and you pulpate his prostate. You try to feel whether it's enlarged or hard (it should be kinda soft). Based on the instructor's instructions (that sounds weird) you put your finger looking away from the prostate and then you rotate it while you're inside because that way it is more convenient from the patient. Plus, you use a lube that contains lidocaine so as to be even more comfortable. As a gay guy who is versatile, my fingers have examined such areas lots of times so it was "natural". What was weird is that I did it as a professional so I felt shy/weird about it. Plus I think because most doctors tend to be straight (I wouldn't believe that urologists are 50-50) maybe the think that having a finger (half its length) in your anus must be super painful, but really it's not. Another thing is that I could check my bf's prostate which I find be to be caring. Have u ever had that exam performed on u? What where your feelings? Was it awkward?

I’m going to try posting shorter one-off stories. If this is your thing, let me know. Sunset Walks with my Slutty Boy On vacation last summer, we were staying in a furnished apartment and liked to explore by foot to really get to know our small city. We would go on long lazy afternoon walks and explore different neighborhoods. We were far from saints and fooled around together in the darkroom and a sex club more than once. My boy had started PrEP, but stopped after it disagreed with his kidneys. I decided to stay off it too, and used condoms with other guys. Shortly after arriving, he got a text from a buddy, and it turned out he’d tested positive for an STI. My boy confessed that he’d let this guy breed him a few times. We had to sort out how to get to a clinic in a foreign country that didn’t take our insurance. Anyway, long story short, he tested positive too and was given pills to take for ten days. Until then, if we wanted to fuck, we were advised to wear condoms. We both have healthy sex drives, but I noticed a change in my boy. Even playing safe with me, and avoiding bareback sex with other guys for the time being, he was horny. He rolled his shorts up higher and was clearly checking out other guys as we went around the town. About a week into our stay, we went out for our walk a little later than usual. We must have lost track of time, but decided to have a lovely evening anyway and I bought a bottle of champagne to enjoy sunset. We headed briskly to a park to watch the sunset and toasted. I was surprised by how dark European parks and streets can be after dark, and even with the late summer light, it got dark quickly. In the dusk, we walked back to our place, slightly tipsy. Going through a dimly lit path, I noticed a few men standing around. I saw a used condom on the walkway and realized it was a cruising ground. We were giggling, and my boy thought it would be fun to pull me into the bushes. I asked him if he came here often, and he replied, ‘no, but maybe I should!’ Under the branches, there were two guys fucking, and a bottom leaning against the tree trunk spreading his ass cheeks. I whispered that we could put on a show, but it’d have to be safe and the other guys should just watch. My boy nodded and then tore my pants off. He handed me a condom from his back pocket and a tube of lube. I asked if he always came prepared and he responded, ‘Only while playing safe,’ and winked at me. I knew he was just getting over that STI, so I wrapped up my dick as he pulled his pants to one ankle and laid on the dirty ground and pulled his legs up, exposing his hole. His ass was surrounded by used cum-filled rubbers strewn amongst the tree roots. I sank balls deep until the latex ring on my cock was kissing his asshole. A few guys ambled over and jerked off as I safely railed my cheating slutty boyfriend. He gazed up at me with a hypnotized look and muttered, ‘I love this. I want to take all of their cum. I love taking cum and I need it.’ I asked if he wanted me to pull the condom off and he just bit his lip. ‘Fill me up,’ he shouted. I started to pull out to remove the condom, but he wrapped his legs around me. I came immediately and filled up the reservoir and began to pull out. He pulled at the rubber until it popped off of my cock and flew onto the ground. My boy grabbed a warm steaming rubber, leaking fresh cum and poured it into his open cunt just as I realized that the condom he’d grabbed was not mine. My jaw dropped as he relished the feeling of cum seeping into his guts. When I held my condom up, he grinned and nodded to me. That night, I emptied six strangers’ used condoms into his unprotected hole. As we struggled to get dressed, his jeans were immediately soaked through as several loads dripped from his pussy. We fell asleep that night with my bare cock pressed against his sticky crack. The next day, I started to pack our stuff for an afternoon walk and he stopped me, suggesting ‘maybe we should have another moonlight toast?’ We went back every night for the rest of our trip, and made sure to go to a clinic as few days after getting home.

I always douche very well It takes me about 20-30 min and I make sure no shit remains i want to be sure when a top sticks his dick in me it will not come out dirty if if cannot be sure I will pass on getting fucked

My Doc is with you on this. He told me to avoid using that "dancing box." They are getting a bunch of false readings--and are really concerned about the false negatives.

Just took a surprise load from a neighbor. Third time he's fucked me. Always blindfolded. Logged into an app this morning when I woke up. He immediately messaged me he wanted to breed my hole on his way to work. When he got here he mounted me from behind. He has a fat beautiful 7.5 inch cock. He was sucking on my earlobe as he pounded me, telling me what a good boy I was and how good my hole felt. It was such a turn on. After about 15 minutes of pounding so good he shot all his babies inside me. Fingering my wet hole now.

This is like poetry. Worship cock. [think before following links] https://dn2.newtumbl.com/img/1309724/173660558/1/216165283/nT_69aexv8bpctinvpa33sncpn2.mp4 Transcript: "I worship cock. Every day I look for cocks to suck. When I suck a cock, I feel alive. Swallowing cum makes me happy. Every day I become more and more submissive to strong, masculine men. I always swallow cum. I love the taste of cum. I am always ready to submit to cock. My place is on my knees satisfying men. My body is to be used as a plaything. I am a piece of meat ready to be used and thrown away. I submit to all cocks. "I drink cum on a daily basis. I love the taste of cum. I can't get enough. I love to suck cocks at glory holes. Every time I swallow a load of cum, my desire to swallow another one doubles. It is important that I swallow as many loads as possible every day. Every day I use apps like Grindr and websites like doublelist.com to find cocks to worship. " "I always let a masculine man cum wherever he wants to. If he wants to cum in my mouth, I will happily swallow every drop of his delicious cum. If he wants to cum in my ass, I will gladly let him breed my tight hole. If he wants to cum on my face, I will smile and look deep into his eyes as his warm jizz covers my face. I always do what a masculine man tells me to do. If he wants me to lick his balls, I will lick them and savor their flavor. If he wants me to lick his ass, I will bury my face deep in his crack and tongue his asshole for as long as he wants. If he wants to fuck my face, I will open wide and let him pound my throat. If he wants to fuck my ass, I will turn over and present him with my boy pussy for him to dominate. " "I am a perfect submissive cock pleaser. I live to be dominated and controlled. My body is always clean and ready to be used. I always eat my own cum. I love the feel of a warm cock in my mouth. I always do what I am told to do. I have no say so I am a sex toy to be used for the pleasure of real masculine men. I love to submit to groups of men. I regularly rent hotel rooms and invite as many men as I can possibly find to dominate me and use me like the plaything that I am. I swallow as many loads of cum as I can." "My life revolves around worshipping cock and swallowing cum. I love cock. I need cock. I crave the taste of cum. I need to be used and abused. I am a cock slave. I am a total cock whore. I exist only to serve cock. I only desire to please men. I am grateful for every cock that I get to worship. I am thankful for every sperm that enters my body. I am always available to take cock into me. I think about cock whenever I am alone. I think about cock whenever I am with my friends. Whenever I see a man, I always wonder what his cock looks like. I imagine myself on my knees taking his load down my throat. I fantasize about cocks. Whenever I close my eyes I fall asleep to the thoughts of cock in my mouth and ass I need to be filled with cum. I love to go to bath houses and service cocks. I am always willing to swallow cum. I want to feel a cock inside me now. The feeling is so overwhelming. I must find a cock today and worship it. I lust after every cock that I see. I am so happy that I love cock." "It is such a good feeling to know that I have a purpose in my life. I measure my success in life by the number of cum loads I have swallowed. The more cum I swallow, the richer I am. The more cocks I worship, the more happy and fulfilled I become. With every cock that I suck, I become a better cocksucker. The higher my cock sucking skills get, the more cocks I need to suck. The more cocks that I suck, the happier I become. The happier I become, the more cum I need down my throat. The more cum I have down my throat, the more I need to suck cock. I need to suck cock all the time. I need to feel a man's balls hitting my chin. I love the feeling of worshipping a cock. Cocks bring me happiness. I am a cock whore. I am a living, breathing, cum receptacle. I sleep the best when I have swallowed at least three loads that day. My dreams are filled with me sucking cock, swallowing cum and getting fucked in my ass. I seek out other submissive cock suckers and share my submission stories with them. We learn from each other and become better cum whores together. " "I love cum. I want to live between a real man's legs. I would love to service four men at once. I would love to spend a whole day with a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and stroking 2 cocks with my hands while they all switched positions, taking turns cumming down my throat as I swallow every last one of their loads of sweet, juicy cum. Once I have accomplished it, I would need to do it again and again, every time inviting more and more men to use me in this manner. My goal is to be able to service 100 or more men in a day like this. I love to fall asleep with a cock in my mouth. I love to wake up in the morning with a cock in my mouth. I live to service cocks. I am a submissive cock slut. I need to please real men. I am a good cock whore. I always swallow. I love cock.

The Second Chapter April 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. He lived. He came. He conquered. Matthew wakes up in the middle of the night. It is two in the morning and his bed is soaked with sweat. He stays in bed for the next three days and he’s on his feet again on the forth, and his life precedes as normal on the fifth, although ‘normal’ may be too kind of a word to use here, as nothing from this point onwards is normal in the world of Matthew Taylor. He hears of the dreaded news one day at the doctor’s office, but much of this memory has become a blur to him. “’m sorry to say,’ says the doctor, sorrowfully, ‘that you are HIV positive.” These are the words that no one should ever hear, and definitely not to a boy of Matthew’s age who did not ask to receive this. “Now, there are limited treatment options …” continues the doctor, but Matthew does not register anything else from this point onwards. The world drowns out in white noise as he sees his future disappearing before his eyes, not wanting to die at such an early age. He weeps in his car and the sky weeps along with him on the drive back home. He weeps himself to sleep until there are no more tears to shed, even if he tries. Six month later. He feels different. He feels stronger. He feels hornier. Matthew's body is changing and he feels very powerful, so he goes to the gym on a daily basis and in no time at all, he is very muscular. He particularly enjoys the attention that he is receiving from the onlookers of men on the streets, at the gym, at school. He is at his best friend’s place and they are playing cards when his friend has to leave for soccer practice, so now he is home alone with his best friend’s dad, Scott, who has just arrived home from his work as an electrician. “Can I get you anything to drink, mate?” Scott asks. “Water’s fine, Mr. Anderson,” Matthew replies. “You know you can call me Scott. How’s school going?” “It’s going alright. Semester’s holiday is coming up.” Scott hands Matthew a glass of water. Matthew has never paid any particular attention to Scott before up until this point. He’s always seen him as his best friend’s dad and nothing else, but now, alone in the kitchen with just the two of them, Matthew finds him particularly attractive, with the scruffy two day beard and the tradie uniform that was in desperate need of washing. There is a scent that Matthew often releases, masculine and dominating, that seems to wither down men’s inhibition, making them more seductive, submissive. It was having an effect on Scott, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably apparent and he begins to have difficulty diverging his gaze away from Matthew's own pants. He doesn’t know what has gotten over him. ‘Is everything alright, Mr. Anderson?’ Matthew asks. ‘Yeah, just have to use the bathroom,’ Scott says, and he excuses himself quickly. Matthew follows him, and he meets him in the bathroom splashing water on his face. They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror and for a brief moment, no one says anything, until Matthew begins to rub the bulge on his pants. Scott can’t take his eyes of it, although he does try very hard to do so. Temptation takes hold of Scott and he turns around, walks towards Matthew, pulls his pants down, gets on his knees, tastes him with his mouth. He is not particularly good at it, scraping Matthew’s cock with his teeth from time to time, and often gagging on the size. Scott’s eyes are closed as he rocks back and forth and Matthew wonders what he is thinking at this moment, on his knees serving another man for the first time, while his wife and kids are away. There is a slight guilt that runs through Matthew’s body on what they are doing and what will happen in the next ten minutes or so, but he brushes the thought and feeling away, the same way that you might clear a table by pushing everything on the floor, and fills his mind with lust and excitement as to what he is about to do to this man. He pulls Scott off the ground and they kiss. It is passionate and romantic that rivals that of his wife. They walk to his best friend’s room and he pushes Scott onto the bed on his back, removes his pants. Scott’s ass is hairy and tight. Matthew spits on his dick and on Scott’s hole and slides it in, slowly, until it is balls deep. He looks into Scott’s eyes, brown and a bit vacant, as he thrusts, slowly at first, then a bit faster, while Scott lays there silently. It is difficult to tell for sure whether Scott is enjoying the experience, from the silence, but it doesn’t matter because to Matthew, he, like any other men he had conquered, is just a piece of meat for his own pleasure. His life will be short-lived after the infection, like that of Matthew, but he has served his purpose of pleasuring men. It was unfair and unjust to shorten Matthew's life like that, with the infection, and he was determined to take down as many people along the way as he could for as long as he lived. “You will learn to love this,” Matthew whispers in Scott’s ear, releasing deep inside him in the process. He pulls his dick out and Scott is quick to put it back into his mouth to clean it. Indeed, Scott does learn to love this, and he is often found with a raw dick inside him on business meetings across the country soon after.

As a guy who went through puberty at the height of the AIDS crisis, I'm thrilled to see so many of us reclaiming raw, bare, natural sex. I haven't had a condom on my dick or in my hole in 15+ years and never will again, regardless of what the future holds. Swapping DNA with another man is too magical and the connection too powerful to deny. Happy fucking and breeding men!

Now, I am a Grand Master and I have quite a big scepter...

I agree, his full length stories usually have great character development, dialog, and vividly describe the settings, all things that I struggle with when writing for here or in general I guess. He really is one of the best, if not the best writer on here.

I'm one of your biggest fans, but I think perhaps this very short format does not do justice to your creative ability. What I particularly love about your longer works are your descriptions of the participants, so vivid it's easy to envision being there. One can almost smell the sex while reading your longer stories. Contrast this shorter story with the kinds of details in your usual mise en scene. How tall are these two guys? What are their races? Long hair? Short hair? No hair? Are they lean or beefy? What are their eye colors? Hair colors? Dick sizes? Cut or uncut? Top/bottom/versatile? Please don't take my comments for ingratitude. If condensed versions of your usual steamy prose are all your time allows, we're happy to read and appreciate it. Just holding out hope for a multi-installment story that is more in-depth. You're the best.

Just curious. I’m also married and not out. If you are concerned about hiding being on prep, how would you hide getting pozzed. I was able convince my wife that I got pozzed from prostitutes. How do you plan to handle getting pozzed?

I adore your stories of how useful fuck doll you have been since very early age. It is amazing gift to fulfil ones potential as a dirty slut as you have done. I have wasted my life so far surrended by ordinary world of nice normal people. As teenager I already dressed pantyhose and wanked dreaming that I was fucked by group of men. Amazing thing about that was that at those days I hadn’t seen even one gay or trans porn movie. No internet porn then just VHS tapes. I didnt have any abusive adults or twinks around so I didnt know how to progress in small town. When I turned 18 I I got to visit Helsinki and went to districts I thought to find Women whores because only they interested me not girl of my age. Still trans or gay matters didnt really exist in my world. I visited some Women whores and felt very good about it. Then around 20 years old I dated to phone one older dirty old man to visit Him. He opened my asshole with fingers and then kind of opening His fist. This for the Anal virgin like me but it didit scare me and felt natural. And then he put huge Black dildo to my ass. Ofcourse it hurted somewhat but not too bad. After that he fucked me doggy style forcefully and wanted me to repeat rape my ass (in Finnish). Ofcourse I hadnt learned to clean my asshole well enough so after that it was a little shitty but off to shower I went. I felt pretty fine with all but needed kind of Daddy to take care of me. Unfortunately that Daddy just told me that if Invest interested I should call Him again. Well I never didn’t call Him again. Now it is easy to condemn myself of that how couldnt I contact Him but then I was very confused youngster and very shy and I had lots of studies and work at the same time. After a few more unsuccessful experimentations I tried my best to live kind of heterosexual man and even dated one woman over 5 years but it could never work out because I never felt a man at all. So around 40 years old 5 years ago I started my process towards becoming bimbo fuck doll. At first meeting men and transvestites at apartments and hotel rooms. I found out that renting Cheap key code hotel room and being cd slut there the whole reservation time worked me best to get multiple fucks. I sucked bare but ass fucks were with condom, No man suggested Bareback for me. Some time later I got my first Bareback ass fuck and Cum inside my hole and it felt very good. Then some more but still not much Bareback fucks for me. Two years ago I went to official transprocess and now I will get my diagnosis in december and hope to get hormones and laser hair removals soon after that. I already taken some months estrogen which I got transwoman friend of mine. Later I want to get Big boobs, lips and booty operated. Now I already got structural nails all the time and long blonde colored hair. But the thing is that I all this progress is not enough for dirty slut like me. I need to live fulltime as bimbo fuck doll and take most of the time Bareback. I am sorry to write so long but what I mean it is so important to have role models like you to give me hope that I will sooner or later fulfill my destiny too as there is no other way for a slut like us. I get so excited you having in your profile dark web pornstar that is my dream to be. Nowadays I don’t dream about ordinary Kinky fucks but I think about things like dating Kinky sex tourists in Thailand or being whored out, doing Bareback group sex and gangbangs, Piss,Cum, being abused with other sub sluts by some closed circle of abusive men, doing Kinky porn. Those kinds of think now most of day. I hope to get someone to get me finally to get through the final step to enter fulltime life of dirty fuck doll. I wish so much to meet you someday and get to be a dirty slut with you and see you breeded by lots of Men like a cumdump you have always been my dear.

For me, being bent over in a dark room and getting taken by multiple cocks is peak gay sex

Welp, I actually took the plunge. I am 3 loads in today. All I can say is wow. Raw sex is where it is at!

Went out to a local known cruising spot which is visited by older guys like me but got lucky as there was this younger guy there. It was very clear he was observing the area as he walked in circles and kept coming to the same spot. Eventually I made my move and approached him once I was sure, he probably wasn’t expecting an older guy but he didn’t have many options. I got on my knees and began sucking him off he had a nice large cock so I knew I had to get it inside me and I really wanted his load basically sucked him and got him all hot and bothered then got up and didn’t even saying anything just grabbed his cock and pulled him over to a near by log, where I placed my jacket for him and made him sit down then I got on top and again no words took his bare cock and shoved it into my ass and he didn’t say anything but had a verbal moan once he felt the warmth inside me and his primal instincts took over and fucked my ass and then ended with breeding me then we got up pulled are pants off and walked are separate ways

Married/ Bi guys are so hot! Well done!

I assume your question is directed at HIV-positive men rather than men taking PrEP for prevention, because the answer is not going to be the same for both. If this is incorrect, you may wish to clarify. I cannot address your question directly, as I am not only still on my ART, I have missed exactly two doses of it in eight years. So definitely not the person you’re asking about. I can tell you, however, that no one who has the Enemy Virus in his body who discontinues his antiretroviral therapy is fine. As soon as the medicine stops, the virus picks right back up where it left off destroying the immune system, and the person who stops is on a one-way, downhill slide that only ultimately ends one place if left untreated. I went there. Almost became a permanent resident. Just because an untreated person feels fine doesn’t mean he is fine. His system is being silently destroyed from within. Taking meds once you’re positive isn’t a personal lifestyle choice like choosing a haircut - not if you want to live. That’s the thing you need to understand about all these guys who strut around on here going on about how they’re toxic and not on meds and proud of it - they’re dead men walking, and they don’t even know it.

My sister was 5 yrs older and was giving me baths and other stuff mom was to busy to do herself. She, and her friends stuck fingers and other stuff in my ass, dressed me as a girl, and enjoyed playing [abusing] with my cock and balls. At 10 she took me to her bf's house for my first real cock in my ass and atm. With no way to do a clean out without being caught by his mom (or our mom at home), dirty atm became something i was known for. Later that year she told my mom's bf that i was was available. I never looked back, seemed so natural to be used, so easy, and felt so good.

When I was a teen and having sex with girls, I loved to creampie a willing girl and have her sit on my face as I ate her out, licking and sucking out my own cum. Looking back, I'd say this was my start to being a submissive cum-loving slut to men today.

Chapter two With his arse loaded with toxic cum, wet and now feeling loose, I thought I would see just how far my other half would go. I mean he could say no any time he liked, or felt things not “right” for him. Given he had really enjoyed the fuck he just had and was rock hard, I thought it was time he tried the sling room. When we got to the small dark room with the slings he seemed to just want to keep kissing and keeping his back to the room. I saw guys rubbing his arse, and maybe slipping a finger or two inside him, but he did not look back, or even break a beat and just kept kissing. It was like it was the thrill of not seeing he was enjoying more by the second. That's when I had the idea. I pulled his jock down an the way and he lifted his feet. His jock was now in my hand and his hard cock was in display. A few more minutes with guys now grabbing his cock and I was ready to step it up. I pushed him back slightly and found one of the empty slings. I kept kissing him and I leaned him back into it a sling in one of the darker corners and started to rub my cock off his hole. I threw his jock onto his chest making sure it was not covering his cock. I needed some lube so with him all set up in the sling, reached down almost kneeling so I could reach my sock shefe I had some. Passing his open hole I had to check it out. I slipped my tongue just inside and tasted cum, and just a touch of blood. Nothing to be worried about but he had been roughed up, and totally vulnerable to infection. With lube in hand I stood back up and kissing him again, squirting lots from the packet over his cock and balls and over my cock too, but none on his hole. Slowly I pushed my cock into him and worked that toxic load around him, keeping him loose. That toxic load around my cock felt slick and wet, and I needed to go slow as I did not want to cum yet. Leaning forward I took back the jock back off his chest, and tired it tight but neatly over his eyes, making a pitch black blindfold for him. There he was complete how I always wanted to see him. Rubber chaps, hole exposed, a hot skin heads toxic load inside him, and blindfolded ready for more. I slowly slipped back out of him and around round to his head, where I carried on kissing him, with his arse open for anyone who wanted it. With so many guys looking to shoot a load now, I just needed to wait

I state I only fuck raw. I had one guy that asked if we could fuck ‘safe’. We did not meet 😂

There is no reason, spontaneous or not, a good bottom is always ready and clean. I tend to get fucked most days. I do every so often take a break and allow my bowels to function. But I can guaranty that most days always being constantly horny that my ass and insides are clean and clear of shit. Especially because I also enjoy ass to mouth to clean the cock that has left his seed inside of me.

There is good news in Portland at least. Hawks PDX bathhouse was closed for two years due to leasing issues and Covid but a new facility has finally opened. I encourage everybody to go check it out.

I would love to hear some ideas on this! I've had ladies watch me suck and/or get fucked at the adult bookstore booths but they've never really been "girlfriends", just ladies that I've known and mostly met online. I just love watching and being watched, etc.

even though I started getting fucked really early it was all teen boys until I got to high school and then even though I started taking loads from a lot of strangers and anonymous men in grade 9 I somehow managed to not get knocked up with any bugs till I was 16. by then I had dodged a LOT of bullets from a LOT of different men. but not just men, the kinda men willing to fuck a slutty high school femboy cumdump raw. so while I was getting fucked by lots of straight men and married men who were clean and assuming me to be clean because of my age, there were probably a lot more men breeding me who expected me to be dirty just because of what an easy fuck I was, with like zero standards in the men fucking me and unloading their balls into my teen body. I was not innocent looking at all. men told me they could tell I was a cumdumpster as soon as they saw me prancing my faggoty ass around. the first time I tested positive for anything I had spent several hours every day taking porntheatre loads all summer and getting my guts filled in the bathhouse with my boyfriend watching, and was getting whored out by my uncle on the regular so it was no surprise. I thought about starting to use condoms for like a minute and then remembered that whores like me are born to get barebacked. so I just accepted the odd bug as the price community fuckholes pay for getting loaded all the time.

Chapter 6: Shopping Spree Both my old roomie and I decided that we would both try to join the fuckternity. We both felt pretty confident that we would be accepted, with the help of my new roommate. We were both worried that we really didn't have anything really sexy to wear though. We discussed this with my new roomie, and he said he knew of a sex shop and book store in a nearby town that he would take us to. This was amazing, not only did I have a new fuck buddy, but one with a car! The next day, we decided to take a trip to the sex shop. I wasn't quite sure what a book store was, but kept quiet. My old roomie asked though. He explained that the sex shop was in front, but in back there were rooms with glory holes. He said they were great for ananomus sex. While most guys just used them for oral, some would put their ass up to them to get fuckt. When we arrived, my new roomie said to ask him about anything we had questions about in the store. He said that he would help us find something sexy to wear, but also suggested that we buy some toys while there First up was the clothes. My roomie led us over to the harness section and suggested we both get one. I found the perfect leather one with buckles and metal studs on it. My roomie said excellent choice. My old roommate had his eye on a yellow nylon one. My roomie told him that it indicated the person wearing it was into watersports. The old roomie said he had never done that before, but was curious. My roomie said we'd add that to the lesson plan, however it would be challenging in the dorm group shower. My old roomie decided in a simple leather harness. The straps were somewhat thin and no metal studs, but it looked great on his somewhat thin frame. We then went over to the jock section, where I found an amazing leather jock that had a removable front pouch. It cost more than I wanted to pay, but knew my new dad would love seeing me in it when I returned for break! My old roomie simply went with a hot designed jock, which showed off his ass really well. The front was quite small, and showed off his package quite nicely. From there, we went to the toy section. By now I spent more than I wanted to, and knew that my roomie had plenty of toys he'd share. He immediately took us to where the chastity cages were though, and suggested that we both get our own. My old roomie was confused, so my roomie explained it to him. The old roomie was still confused asking about the lock on it. My roomie explained that once put on cock, the cage would be locked, and the wearer would not have access to the key. The old roomie then asked how he could pee then. He was told that he could still pee but if he got hard, the cage would be uncomfortable. As the cages weren't that expensive, I decided to get one of my own. We were about to finish shopping when my old roomie came upon a set of training butt plugs. There were 4 in the set, each bigger than the other. My roomie walked over, and told him good call. My old roomie indicated that he had slept with the dildo up his ass last night, and loved it. My roomie just said wait until you experience that with loads up your ass! My old roomie smiled, and immediately put them in his shopping cart. With that we headed to the booths. My old roomie asked the clerk to cut open the pack of plugs as he intended on using them. The clerk just smiled and obliged. He continued by saying he might just have to find and load his ass while on his break. The video rooms were a whole new experience for me. I immediately went into a room, and there were glory holes on both sides. One had a nasty looking prolapsed hole up to it, but the other had a long beautiful uncut cock sticking through it. I hadn't had much experience with uncut cock, so I decided to practice some. I got his turtle to come out of his shell quite quickly, and serviced him for about 10 minutes before he pulled out and said give me your cunt. Even though calling an ass a cunt is a huge turn off for me, I obliged. After about 10 minutes, I felt his seed shooting deep in me. As I pulled away, his dripping cock peeked though the gloryhole again, and I heard him say clean my cock you fucking faggot. I obliged and went to the hallway looking to see if I could get into any more trouble. The pickings were slim, but both roomies were there. We agreed we should just head back to the dorm and have some fun.

Need another to find out if her is poz now....also gets recharged.

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.

I love a dark room fuck! No idea whose cock is breeding my hole.

Luke was in shock. Who the fuck had written this? Was it real? Had someone in his family, possibly his dad, had some life changing gay experience in the late 1970s? On top of that, had they then written about it in explicit detail in a journal? Luke felt a little weird being so turned on by the story given it was almost certainly someone he was related to writing it but also his cock was hard, he was covered in sweat and now all he could think about was raw cock. He flicked through the pages of the journal reading a few more of the dates and headlines. November 10, 1977 – The baths June 25, 1978 – Pride July 4, 1978 – Fire Island March 2, 1979 ­The last entry was for April 11th 1979. Luke read the first paragraph, a little knot in the pit of his stomach thinking about the time period and where they were in history. Please don’t like the hottest thing he’s ever read end in someone dying… Its sad to see Brett’s room empty. After all this time living together it’ll be weird not just having him around. But! It gives me an excuse to go to San Francisco to see him. Not to mention a whole new world of guys for us to enjoy. Oh thank fuck, Luke thought. Great, Brett moves away after three years of hot fucking. Luke picked up the stack of pictures again and leafed through them till he found the one he had been holding before. The blond with shoulder length mess hair, and heavy cock flopping onto his leg. He flipped the picture over. In the same tidy clear handwriting as the journal in all lowercase letters was written: brett 1978. This was him. This was Brett. Luke leaned back against a trunk he had already emptied, looked around the attic, and unbuttoned his shorts. With the photo propped next to him, and his own cock now uncovered and completely hard, he began to read again If that was the only time maybe I could have just written it off as a fluke. The heat, the beer, the closeness, the excitement and fear of a blackout across the whole city. But I can’t really use that excuse for waking up in Brett’s arms hard again. I can’t use it as I knowingly pushed back against his morning wood, feeling his erection rub between my cheeks as he slowly woke up. And I definitely can’t use it for accepting his kiss as he growled and turned my head to him. The passion was still there, but there was a familiarity now. This was a kiss that came with a history. His tongue pressed past my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. I knew this tongue now, and it was comforting to feel his body against mine. His hands slid up and down my body, one finding my nipple and giving it a little twist. I gasped. Brett’s morning wood had turned into a raging erection full of heat and lust. His precum was making my cheeks slick as he ground it against my ass. I remember arching my back, I wanted it. I felt his cock catch on my hole, and pushed back against it. Brett growled at me and broke our kiss. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit onto his fingered and primed his cock. I felt the blunt pressure again. This time it was easier. I still felt slick, was his load from the night before still inside me? This time I pushed back as he pressed inside me, my hole gave way faster and his cock head sprung inside me. I groaned. I knew what to expect this time, and the waves crashed over me as before. I rocked back. I wanted him inside me. One of Brett’s hands was on my hip, guiding me, controlling my rhythm. The other, trapped beneath our bodies had a tight hold on my nipple, keeping me in place. He began to fuck me very slowly, tenderly. “God you feel so fucking good,” I said, as he kissed the back of my neck. “Your ass feels even better the second time. You know how to take my cock now.” “Brett, is this what its always like?” “What?” “Is this what its always like with another man, does it always feel this good?” “If you like this,” he whispered in my ear, “there is a whole world of fun I can introduce you too.” I groaned and pushed back onto his cock. Brett took control again, and rolled us so he was on top of me, my chest flat on the bed and my legs spread. He had one of his arms tight across my chest pulling me up into him, and the other braced forward. He drove his cock deep inside me with a steady rocking motion. My own cock was being ground into the mattress, making a big wet puddle of precum. He rocked me back, I was on my knees now and his hands were on my hips. He was hammering me. With long hard strokes he pounded his boner into me. The slapping of flash was back, and we both started to sweat again. The heat in the room was stifling, the power was still off, and the fan in the window say motionless. The still stale air began to wreak of sweat, and man, and sex. It is the hottest thing I have ever smelled. It turned me on more than anything with a girl ever had. I was harder than I have had been in my entire life as my best friend fucked me for the second time. I still hadn’t really stopped to think about what it all meant. Does this make me gay? Is Brett gay? What does that make us. Really it all felt so good that I didn’t stop to think about what we were doing till this afternoon when I was walking to work. I spent my whole shift thinking about it, I’m sure I fucked up several people’s orders because I was so distracted. I just kept thinking about Brett, and his cock, and my hole. I still feel tender. I guess that’s probably normal for someone who’s been fucked like four times a day for three days. I thought that I had to take a shit at work today, sat down on the toilet and all that came out was a literal river of Brett’s cum. I got hard right there in the bathroom and jerked off looking at his loads in the bowl. That’s when I bought this silly thing. I saw the journal at a news stand by the train and just grabbed it. But writing about it, thinking about how that morning Brett hand pushed me forward so my ass was in the air and pummeled my hole with his cock, has just gotten me horny all over again. I’m laying here in my room, naked and hard, thinking about the drops of sweat falling onto my back from his chest and he got closer and closer to orgasm. Jesus - maybe that’s my answer. Brett had said he could show me a new life, and over the past few days he’s shown me how good it can feel to be fucked, maybe I should let him. Maybe my answer is to just explore with him. Just thinking about how he roared and shot another massive load into me before collapsing on the bed, his big cock still hard and shining with cum and ass juice has me leaking precum. I wish I was sitting on his cock now. Fuck – that’s the truth, I want to sit on his cock, just like I did that morning. After he had cum, and was laying there, his arms behind his head basking in his orgasm. I had climbed on top of him and sat down on his still hard cock. It slid in easily, I was open now and full of his load. I jerked off while riding him. If I rocked in just the right way the head of his cock hit something inside me that made my balls pull tight to my body. The waves kept crashing as I stroked my cock and finally felt my orgasm spill out of me. I think it was probably the biggest load I had ever shot. It just kept happening, and quickly all of Brett’s chest hair was matted down with my load. “God you’re fucking sexy,” he said and pulled me close for a kiss. Our chests pressed together, smearing my load between us. His cock was still lodged in my ass and I felt it twitch. He started to rock up into me, his cock perfectly hard. “Again?” he asked. “Right now?” He made his cock pulse. I kissed him and whispered, “Yes.” Luke’s own cock throbbed and he started to shoot long ropes of cum up onto his chest. He leaned back, allowing his orgasm to crash over him. He looked at the photo of Brett, wondering where he was now, and wishing that the hot blond was pumping a load into him. As his orgasm subsided Luke noticed that the shadows had started to elongate and expand in the attic. It was late in the afternoon and the sun had moved to where only a small sliver spilled in through the small round windows. He looked around for something to clean up with, there wasn’t really much of anything. On an impulse he grabbed the old jockstrap and wiped his chest off with it. He held the journal for a minute, deciding if he should take it home with him. No, he thought, this was more fun, illicit somehow. He’d keep it here and use it to get off when he was bored cleaning the attic. He packed it back into the box with the magazines and the photos, but pocketed the now damp yellowed jock. He stashed the box in a corner, and grabbing his t-shirt climbed down the ladder. He locked up the house and drove back to his parents’ house. “How’d it go?” Asked Luke’s mom as he walked into the kitchen, “Wow you are filthy, and you reek.” “Thanks mom, hello to you too.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here,” she handed him a beer and said, “go have a shower, dinner will be ready soon.” “Cool. Oh,” he put the box with the wedding dress on the kitchen island, “look what I found.” Gingerly his mother opened the old worn box and brushed aside the tissue paper. “Oh my God, is that?” “Grandma’s wedding dress, I think so.” “I can’t believe you found that. Your aunt’s been looking for it for ages. Luke, thank you.” “Ok, I’m off to shower.” Luke traipsed off upstairs slugging the cold beer as he went. Standing under the cool water of the shower Luke started to think again about the journal, who had it been? Who had Brett been fucking. He ran his hands down his body to his steadily stiffening cock. Leaning back against the cool tile wall of the shower he started to stroke himself again. The water cascading down his recently acquired pecs, and playing in his own bush. He thought about the big blond man with the broad hairy chest and cock that even when soft looked meaty and thick. He thought about how good it would feel to have Brett slide inside of him. How he was almost jealous of the author getting to experience that as his first cock. Luke’s first time had been good but they guy hadn’t been like Brett. He was quicker and less loving than Brett. Though, Luke thought, he had certainly been good enough to awaken the same hunger in him that the author had felt. After that first fuck it had been less than a week before Luke was googling gay dating apps and making a profile. That night he had taken a Lift to a guy’s house. He’d had Grindr for less than a day, and he was already hooking up. That guy had been Luke’s first taste of daddy cock. The 47-year-old, mustached, bear had tossed Luke onto his bed almost as soon as he got in the door. He bent Luke over and pulled the boys cheeks apart diving in as if Luke’s ass were an oasis in the desert. He hadn’t intended to take the man’s load, his first hookup had used a condom, Luke figured that was safer, but as the big bear tongued Luke’s hole his concerns about the real world had drifted away. He had arched back and pushed himself onto the bear’s cock when it was rubbed on his hole. As it slid inside him, stretching his almost virgin hole around its girth, Luke had been concerned with only how good it felt. It really wasn’t until he was in the Lift home, his own load still clinging to his chest, that he had thought about what the wet sticky feeling between his cheeks meant. He had panicked a little, run to the bathroom as soon as he got into the dorm, and pushed the bear’s load out. Seeing how much cum had been inside him made his cock stir too. A few days later Luke was back at the bear’s house, flat on his back taking another massive load. That had been the end of Luke’s condom use. He liked it raw. He wanted the guys loads. He was snapped out of his reverie by a knock on the door. “Dinner’s ready, come on,” his mother said from the other side of the door. “Ok, just a minute.” Luke looked down at his hard cock in his soapy fist and sighed, “to be continued.” He rinsed and dried off, padding barefoot with a towel wrapped around him across the little hallway to his room. He pulled his underwear drawer open, at first reaching for some comfy boxer briefs for the evening, but changing his mind when he spotted an old pair of white briefs at the back. He pulled them on, feeling how snugly they fit. Was this how Brett and the mysterious author had felt in their briefs? Luke had a hard time not glancing at his dad as they sat at dinner. Was he the author? Had he been the one getting fucked by Brett’s dick? Did they have more in common that Luke had thought? “Are you ok?” His mother asked as they all finished their food. “Huh? Oh yeah fine, just tired. That attic is hot.” “Take a Gatorade from the garage when you go upstairs,” his dad said. “Yeah, good idea. I’m gonna grab one and go lay down. I barely made a dent today.” Luke drained the whole Gatorade before he even made it all the way upstairs. He refilled the bottle with water in the bathroom and flopped down on his bed. He lay there, looking up at the ceiling for a long minute. He really was tired, the heat and the moving was exhausting, but his mind was stuck on the journal and the pictures. He stripped off down to his briefs, and lay on top of his covers. He turned off the ceiling fan, letting the air settle around him. He cracked a window letting the warm summer air into the room. His hand slid down his chest and stomach, slipping under the elastic of his briefs to the base of his cock. It had never completely deflated after his shower and the blood quickly flowed back into the shaft. With one hand behind his head, the light smell of man drifting from his pit, he jerked off again. His mind filled with images of Brett and the mysterious author. He put himself into the story, feeling Brett’s body pressed against him. Imagining Brett now as one of the older guys Luke has been bred by at school. He shot another big load over himself. He wiped most of it off with a towel and feel asleep. Images of the men from the photos drifting through his dreams all night.

You can see mine in my avatar, but here's the original version - Hereinlondon using my cunt

It always look incredibly hot seeing a prolapse being tongue or cock fucked.

Chapter 2 of 4. I’d been in the bathroom for like five minutes and wasn’t surprised to see Jack chatting up my boy at the bar. As I approached he waved and held up a freshly opened beer for me. ‘This round’s on me,’ he grinned. My boy patted Jack’s furry shoulder and he responded by wrapping his big paw around my boy’s left buttcheek. And he kept it there. We downed two rounds of beer pretty quickly, and I was hard the whole time. After a bit of small talk, Jack suggested we go back to his place for a nightcap. My boy eagerly nodded and demanded to leave a tip for the bartender. Jack whispered something in his ear about ‘more than just a tip,’ and then licked his neck and earlobe. My boy leaned forward over the bar to hand a wad of sweaty cash to the bartender, and Jack pressed his crotch right into my boy’s ass. Jack headed out to the street to hail a cab. My boy pushed me against the wall and kissed me, grinding his crotch into mine. ‘I want to do this. Let’s do this.’ I nodded and we headed out to see a cab pulling over. We all piled in. Jack went first, and my boy leapt in front of me so he’d be in the middle. I sat on the other side and felt my boy’s legs spread wide. Jack had his hands cupping my boy’s crotch, his fingertips teasing my boy’s taint over the fabric. The cab driver cleared his throat and I could see him watching Jack seduce my boy in the rearview mirror. He licked his lips, and asked, ‘Where to?’ Jack gave him the address saying, ‘but take the long way. I want you to enjoy the view.’ The cab driver nodded and away we went. My boy turned his face towards mine and kissed me hard. Jack kept massaging my boy’s groin and eventually undid his belt and unbuttoned his fly. Jack leaned forward and looked at me saying, ‘Help raise him up. We got to get his pants down.’ I couldn’t help but follow his command and helped my boy shimmy his jeans and jockstrap down past his knees. Jack held his palm out to me ordering me, ‘Spit!’ I did and he smeared the wetness under my boy’s balls. He repeated this with the cab driver and was rewarded with a palmful of spit which went straight into my boy’s hole. My boy writhed on Jack’s meaty fingers and kept kissing me hard. ‘Ya know what, this is fine. Stop here,’ Jack ordered. We had stopped in the warehouse district on a dark street right under a single lamppost. Jack opened his door and stepped out into the cool night air. My boy looked at me. I couldn’t tell if he was excited or terrified, but he nodded at me and followed Jack out of the cab. Jack picked him up and laid my boy on his back on the hood of the cab, his pants still bunched up on his legs. The driver and I got out and walked to the front of the car. Jack waved us over and the driver and I each took a leg and kept it hoisted high, my boy’s jeans and jock keeping his knees together. In the street light, I could see my boy’s hole, slick with spit, winking in anticipation. To be continued…

Friday evening After waking up for the second time that day I felt sore, used and confused, I was now divorce with some sex workers poz load in my ass. My head swum at what that mean, I couldn’t even digest what was going on in my life it was all just too much to handle at once. It was around 6 pm when the fog cleared enough in my head to think of anything to do, the first thing that popped in was the mundane task of getting the mail. Simple enough thing and easily done….small steps I guess. I opened my front door and there was another supplement delivery form next door, this time with a note. “Ran into your ex as we were leaving, sorry to hear neighbor. Mixed these up figure you might want to just get a run in and clear your mind. Let us know if we can help” There were a total of six bottle altogether and this time they were a much darker yellow brownish tinge, I wonder if they made them extra strength knowing I need a boost. Forgetting about the mail I grab the gift and went inside putting 5 in the fridge and, thinking that a run sound like a good idea started drinking one. Gah these must be stronger they tasted a lot more acrid, the pleasant warmth filled my belly and I went upstairs to put on my running gear. Once I had my blank jock and tank top on I grabbed my big butt plug and worked it in my hole. Didn’t want cum leaking down my leg on a trail. Then stepped in my shorts and shoes. I know they said only drink one and these were made stronger it seems but with the day I was having I grabbed a second one from the fridge and quick chugged it. And just like that I was off. I took the same way that Tom and Mike and shown me the other day, my wind was really good and soon sweat was dripping of my body and my tank was soaked. Those water bottles really did the trick though, between the running and the supplements my mind was clearing up, letting me focus just on my running and movement, of course this also meant the movement of the plug in my ass which felt amazing as it was worked around. Working my way through the woods I followed the same trail as before and found my way over to the highschool. There I did some stretches and then some pushups and squats just for some muscle work. Having drank two bottle I started to feel like I had to piss so turned around and started back down the path. It was about 7 at this time and the sun was still up but on the horizon heading towards night. Jogging along the urge to piss for more and more urgent, not helped any by the plug in my hole. I was about half way through the woods when I noticed an off shoot and decided to chance it and take a quick piss. I slowed to a walked and walked the meandering path in a bit. It came to what looked like a bit of a clearing, I quickly pulled my short down ad bit and fished my cock out. Took awhile to get a stream going as I was half hard but once it started damn that felt good, man I must had had to go more than I thought I was pissing for a good minute when I heard a noise behind me. Startled I turned and saw an older guy come through the trail. He was maybe like 50s decent shaped dressed similar to mem he looked down at my pissing cock and then back up and me and winked. With that he went a bit away from me and started to piss as well. Fuck that was close , thank god he was just int eh same spot as I was. Unfortunately his appearance my my cock go hard again and I had to strain to get my flow started. Suddenly I jumped as I felt his hot breath on my ear “Need help with that?” Without a word or asking his hand reached around and grabbed my cock, instinct and my inner slut took over as moaned and leaned into his body. He smelled of sweat from running and it was like poppers, I moaned as he worked my shaft and his mouth nibbled on my ear. “Haven’t seen you in here before, you must be new. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Would you like that? Want Daddy to take care of you Son” “Oh yes please” I gaped breathlessly as his hand worked me slowly making me writhe against him, his other hand reached down the waist band on my shorts cupping my and agoign to my hole. “Fuck what do we have here, must be my lucky day. Bend over boy” His tone made me do as he said and without a thought in my head I bent forward. He pull my shorts all the way down showing my ass and the handle of the plug. “MMmmmmm jackpot, fucking slut bottom boy running with a plug in his ass. We are going to have some fun. Stay just like that boy.” He backed away a bit and I turned to see him taking a pic with his cam and typing into his phone, I started to straighten up and he was on me, turned me around and slapped me hard across the face. I saw stars and before I could regain my composure he pushed me to the ground and whipped his cock out. “Suck that cock slut boy” His cock wasn’t that big but it was uncut, sticking out of a silvered bush. My mouth watered and I stuck my tongue out and licked under the foreskin tasting his sweat, piss and precum. I moaned around his cock and began to take more and more of it into me. My Daddy threw his head back and lifted his arms showing dense pit fur. I hint of humiliation hit me as I realized I was still hairless from the neck down. I heard a rustling coming from the trail and Daddy just looked down and smiled at me. Through the break in the trees came two younger guys about college age, they looked similar enough that they must be brothers. “Glad you could join me, look what I found sons” My eyes grew big as it hit me, these were this guys kids and he had texted them to help in using me. The short of the two came around back and lifted me up still bent over blowing his father. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion . My muffled scream not stopping anything as the first son shoved his cock in my hole and started fucking me. Being young he didn’t last one and grunted adding more cum to my ass. He pulled out and his brother took his place, his cock was thick and a moaned as it hit my prostate making my own cock leak into my jock. At this point his father started to speed up the abuse of my mouth and I could hear his breathing picking up. His son redoubled his effort and the two flooded me at the same time. The father’s cum was sweet and I gobbled it down as I fell the older son fill my hole with a second load. “Good job boys should be fun for the rest. Lets go” Spent I dropped to my knees as the three put themselves back together. My hole felt empty and I grabbed the buttplug and started working it back in my hole. It felt so good I started fucking my hole with it bouncing on it sweat dripping form me , my eye glazed over I watch as the three left the clearing. I sat back down on my heels wondering what to do when I heard someone approach again. The guy that came through the clearing was about my age but very much not a runner. He wasn’t fat but not in great shape. He leered at me and smiled, grabbing his crotch. My mouth watered and I zeroed in on it as he unzipped and pulled out a decent sized dick and walked it over to me. Without thinking I started sucking, wanting more cum needing to get more in me. A bottle of poppers was placed at my nose and I took a big hit, then another, then another. Y head swam as I sucked harder and hard. The guy moaned and thrust his cock dripping precum in my mouth. Hands again grabbed my ass and lifted me. Someone else must have come into the clearing. I felt the plug pulled from my ass, my tank was pulled from me and the plug was place in that on the ground. A cock lined up and shove in me. It felt great, sliding in my worn hole I moaned around the cock in my mouth as the man shot his cum. It was bitter and watery but I swallowed it down. He stepped away and was replaced by another cock. I no longer noticed the guys just the cock. I was in a daze, I felt horrid and dirty thinking of sucking all these dicks without knowing the guy, without being attracted to them. The guy using my mouth had a belly that would hit my forehead with each thrust. The guy in my ass grunted and I felt his cum added to my hole. At this point I stood up and needed a breather. The light was fading but I could make out a couple more guys, no one I would have picked up at the bar. A hand came around my chest and the bottle was placed to my nose. I heard the command breathe……and I did. The bottle was held there as I inhaled forcing me to take hit after hit, my head swam and my breathing increased. “There you go, that’s the ticket now bend back over and let us finish shooting our dirty loads in that hole. You know you want it slut boy “ I leaned over and grabbed my ankle as another cock entered me. A sigh escaped my lips and the rocking continued. The slapping fo their flesh against my ass. Working the loads deep in me. Tears formed at my eyes as the man grunted cumming in me and slapped my ass hard “Who wants to knock this cunt up next”………..

The next morning I work to my boy sucking my dick. It didn’t take him long to get his reward as he was soon swallowing my load. He followed me into the shower where (like the day before) he helped me wash up. He went to the kitchen and made me breakfast as I got dressed. He kissed me goodbye and I went about my day as he cleaned the apartment and prepared dinner for when I got home. Just like the day before when I walked in he offered me a drink and then removed my shoes followed by a pre-dinner blow job followed by post dinner fucking. This went on every day that week until the weekend came. When I got home on Friday he was ready to party the weekend away. I had scored some good shit on my way home. Upon arriving Christopher was ready to party. I gave him the shit and was impressed by his ability to prepare the rigs with the Tina. He told me that he watched me the weekend before and knew what to do as h e prepared a total of 3 rigs. I asked him why 3 points, he told me that one for me, one for him and a third for us to share. This boy was turning into a real pig. I couldn’t wait to see him after he converted and I could share him with my friends or take him to the baths. I watched intently as he put the tourniquet around my arm and hit 2 of my prominent veins. He knew to pull the plunger back and registered a flash in each barrel. He emptied one completely into my vein and about a third of the second point before he filled it with my poz blood. He pulled both points from my arm and massaged the injection site as he removed the tourniquet. DAMN! This shit was good. I hope the kid can handle all that he was about to give himself. He fixed the tourniquet on his arm and found a couple good veins. He first hit with the point with my poz blood in it and then the point that had a good amount of Tina. He pulled them from his arm and massaged the injection site. I was already on a good rush when he pulled off his tourniquet. He coughed out hard 4 times, laid back in the bed and began to breath very heavily. I asked if he was ok, he just said he felt fucking fantastic. I leaned in and we began to kiss as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it as my hard cock found his hole. He had pre-lubed himself and I slide home easily. We partied and fucked all weekend long. He kept himself high all weekend long and I was surprised at the amount he was using. By Sunday night his ass was dripping my poz seed and we were all out of Tina and ready to crash. A couple days later Christopher got the fuck flu. I was so proud of him as he begged me to fuck him even though he was sicker than a dog. I couldn’t resist and pumped a couple more loads into my sick boy.