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The boxer briefs hanging from one of his legs, aggressively pulled on and stretched out by the top’s fingers. Leading higher to the handprints still bright and angry red across his perfectly round cheeks. He lies there almost calmly, his youth evident in the way he took the abuse. Nothing can hurt him. In a couple of days he’ll be fine. In a couple of days he’ll be as good as new and he will invite someone else to fill him, feel the roundness of his cheeks as they bounce hungrily up and down the girthy monster. And the boy loves to play with girthy monsters, loves to feel them stretch out his insides, pull on his guts and penetrate deep and hard. The hole between the cheeks is tender, leaking. Before the top left, he held it tight and clenched, to please his top. He wanted to show appreciation, and to show him what a submissive and breedable slut he was, how much he loved the cum that the top had given him. And he did love it. It was all he had hoped for, all he wanted was to have a man’s cum inside him at the moment of breeding. But now that the top had left, he slowly relaxed his hole, still hurting from the beating it took, until the copious cum started leaking out of it, in slow, gentle trickles. Down his smooth taint towards his clean shaven small balls and his own leaking cock. He could barely move his arm around to feel his crack, slippery and smooth with all that tasty seed. The top dressed and left him like this, in a daze, the condom still inside the half opened wrapper. It was him who chose to take the top bareback. It was inside him that the fire took over, his heart beating too hard to bear as his top undressed. He still saw the flashbacks of the biohazard tattoo on the tops lower belly, the area that made him the most horny. And the top was hot, which didn’t hurt one bit. His body was fit, his abs hard and glistening after the heavy petting, the hard muscular V leading to his crotch covered in short loose hair. And the mark that lay underneath the hair. It fascinated the boy ever since he first saw it a year ago. He was eighteen then and he found out about poz guys and how hot they were and how much he wanted to have one between his legs. This played out almost the same as his fantasy, except in his fantasy he was always taken, fucked roughly *against* his will, his brows furrowed and sweaty as he struggled to take the cock that pushed against his almost virgin hole. This was almost the same. After he saw the tattoo he went on his hands and knees, head down ass up. He wanted to be as slutty as possible. When the top breached him his brows did furrow, his body did sweat and he did moan in pain and in pleasure. But nothing was against his will. He wanted that cock. He needed it in him. He needed it to finish in him, cum inside his sweet, innocent hole and paint his guts white. He wanted to feel it shoot in his belly, like a girl might hope when she gets with someone whose kids she dreams of carrying. He needed this top, he needed to satisfy this guy, who suddenly seemed so much hotter than even the nudes he sent the boy before they met. It did get closer to his fantasy, as his top proved to be aggressive when the opportunity presented itself. He drove hard and push the boy even harder into the bed until he was crushed under the muscular weight. He powered his cock in and out of the stretched out and abused hole, feeling the boy clench and unclench in an obvious attempt to milk the burning hot poz cum out of his balls. Some time later, in a daze, the boy felt the top push the deepest he could go, driving the breath out of him, felt him breach even that second hole deep inside him and pulse. He just kept his cock buried as deep as it could be, his crotch kissing the boy’s hole, which after this could never even be mistaken for virgin, his thick shaft pulsing even thicker, and his heartbeat pushed the sizzling hot cum deep into the boy’s belly. But it wasn’t until later that the top left him sprawled out like this, fucked silly and unable to move. No. The top now went into the bathroom to clean up, and the boy, not knowing when he should cut his loses followed. As the top washed his face and his hands and his cock, the boy planted kisses on the broad muscle of his back, he traced the thick glutes with his fingers and he reached with one hand to the top’s front, where he didn’t yet take the cock. Instead, he looked in the mirror as his fingers lightly grazed the tattoo, the object of his fascination. Neither said a word about it, they didn’t have to. But it was evident what the boy needed. He then lowered his hand and his fingers reached the skin of the cock. It was big and heavy in his hand, hefty as he weighed it. But it wasn’t in his hand for long, as it quickly hardened, and his top turned around and picked him up only to prop him up on the sink, his left spreading wide instinctively. The top lined his cock up with his hole and sank right in again, their bodies revealed now in the stark light of the bathroom, the tattoo burning red, dangerous. After that, the top went back to the bed to get dressed. If it was to entice the boy one more time or for some other reason, he did not know, but he began by pulling his shirt on first, his semi-hard cock still hanging low and thick. The boy couldn’t resist, of course, and cupped it into overflowing into the cup of his palm. He went down on his knees and took it down his throat until it hardened there again, and then he turned around and climbed on the bed, and presented himself on his hands and knees to the man who filled him with two loads of his poz cum already. The top once again forced him on his belly, now full of two loads, and pounded into him from above. When the top left, he just left him like this, the boy unable to move or say anything. His cock was crushed under him, still semi hard, even after a torrent of precum and even cum was driven out of it, bubbling out of the glistening head as the top forced him to cum by battering the spot inside his hole. He never even touched himself, he was too busy holding on to the sheets and the bed frame, too busy maintaining balance so that his top's forceful shoves didn’t cause his head to hit the headboard. Too busy pushing himself harder onto the cock that was already giving him the roughest fucking he has ever experienced. His hole will forever twitch at the thoughts and flashbacks to this moment: the boxer briefs still handing on one of his thighs, the half-opened condom, his cock excruciatingly hard, raw from rubbing against the sheets and bubbling, the three loads deep inside his belly, forced into his bare, unprotected hole, the red handprints on his otherwise smooth and round cheeks.

I’m a horny 22 year old twink who loves cock. Until recently I’ve always played with lads my own age. At first I always played safe with the other twinks but recently I’ve met some regular lads my own age at the club who love raw. I love the feeling of them going in raw, how naughty it feels, how dirty. There is also no better feeling of slipping my raw cock into another twink and making him moan, this is what real men do. Obviously like all lads of my age I watch a lot of porn and the bareback stuff makes me cum the hardest. The videos where a twink, just like me, takes a bear raw and submits to a muscle mans alpha dominance make me super hard. I dream of a real man breeding my twinky smooth body. Every day I pass the gay sauna and have always been curious but I’m a clean lad and I’ve never gone in. Today they had an advert for lads and dads night – and it was tonight. All day at uni I kept getting distracted and at one point it was such a big effort to get my boner back down. I slowed down near the sauna on the way home and suddenly realized I was gonna go in. I could stop myself but I needed fucked so bad. I paid and grabbed some condoms from the desk. In the shower seeing the hairy bears got my so hard. I just couldn’t control myself. Being new to the sauna I was very nervous and after drying started to look around. Because of my nerves I was walking too quickly and turning a corner bumped straight into a hairy muscular bear’s giants pecs. “I’m sorry sir”. He laughed and said “not so sorry you’re taking your nose out of my pecs”. I started to back away but he laughed again, put his arms around me and drew me back in. “Don’t worry, just sniff, breath the musk in”. I did as I was told. He said “wow that cock of urs is rock solid against my stomach”. Again I said “sorry sir”. He told me not to be sorry and opened the bottle of poppers that was hanging from a chain around his neck. I sniffed deeply a few times them managed to wriggle around so my ass was against his raw cock. He rubbed it across my hole a few times and I moaned. The bear grabbed my hand and lead me to a cabin, he was muscled all over, had a hairy chest and treasure trail down to such a thick meaty cock. He was everything I wanted. In the cabin I knelt down and sucked his cock until he said, “stand up boy – tell me what you want”. I replied I wanted him inside me “I’ve got condoms if you want them”. He smiled a cheeky grin and said “is that really what you want – this mighty cock in rubber inside you?”. I looked nervously back and he said “come on have a sniff of daddy’s musk and poppers”. I did so inhaling all the strong scents then said “daddy, I’m just a piece of meat for you to use; I wanna get dumb and feel you raw inside me”. He asked “do you want me to get you pregnant?” …

If I can't breed, I won't fuck. I don't use condoms, and I don't pull out. My cum is going in that hole. I absolutely insist on bareback. Typically, a bottom who says he prefers condoms will go ahead and let me hit it raw when I tell him that. Only very rarely do I find a bottom who insists on condoms, maybe a few times a year, and in that case I'll just tell him to have a good one and go find some raw pussy elsewhere. There's enough raw bottoms out there I don't have to wrap it up. I won't do it. I have the need to breed. My cum belongs in my bottom's hole. If I can't put it there, I don't want to play at all. Raw is law.

Our next stop was the Mexican guys studio. As we drove my hubby asked why I had chosen the next artist. I considered saying something about the artist's work; but, emboldened by the two loads in my ass decided to tell him the real reason. "Honestly he is just so fuckin cute." His sarcastic response, "So I guess that means you want a chance to fuck and poz him to." "No ... but if he'll fuck me ..." "You slut." "Who me .... yeah. Do you wanna watch?" "Fuck no! You don't even know he's gay. " "I can live in hope." "You're a fool." "Probably." I laughed. The Mexican artist met us at the door, and we looked around for a bit at his displayed work. I wasn't overly impressed with this nondescript work, but true to his profile pic the artists was cute. My hubby picked up on this and whispered in my ear, 'he is cute, but I don't find him sexy." We rarely agree on anything and this was one of those times. I not only found him sexy, to me he was so fuckin hot that I could barely contain my hornyness. We kept chatting the artist up and he invited us to his computer screen to peruse his web site. On about the third page, down in the right hand bottom there was a link button, 18+. I asked about it and he invited me to click on it. The next page explained that if the observer went further they would be confronted with NSFW 🔞 art. I clicked on 'Forward' I was asked to enter my birth year to prove I was over 18. No problem so deeper into the web gallery I moved. 'Yes, this was the erotic material I had hoped to find in my research for this art tour.' I said to myself. Full frontal paintings of nude men and women. Some were solo, others in couples or groups. Some were engaged in erotic touch. Deeper into the next page were couples engaged in full coitus. That they were all straight couples was not lost on me. The artist was quick to explain the people depicted had each commissioned him to paint their sexual acts. In fact he had a special studio in the basement dedicated for this artistic service he provided, "Would you like to see it?" "Sure!" I blurted. Quickly snubbed by my husband. "Awe no. I don't want to see that. I'm going outside. Take as long as you want." And he was out the door. My cute Mexican and I made our way to the basement. The studio was beautiful. Decorated like a luxurious hotel room with the sexually explicit paintings all around. The men's cocks were magnificent. I was finally seeing his best art. My inner imp was on the loose and all of a sudden I heard myself probing; "So do you ever join as they have sex modeling for you?" "No" was his initial response, and then he added. "Accept that once. ... I think I still have a copy. I have to keep it hidden from my wife." With a twinkle in his eyes he pulled a paint from a drawer. Three people having sexy. A woman and man, and the second man is definitely the artist. His huge erection is front and center of the painting. "So did you ever touch his cock?" My imp was loose again. "No way man. Have never touched a cock other than mine." "OK, but have you ever kissed a man. " "No way. " "But would you like to try? You know as an artist and all, to get the right feeling into a painting ... um, when a gay couple like us commission a piece I mean." "Um, " he faltered "Well maybe just a kiss." I leaned in taking his face in my hands and pulled him in for a full lip lock. As he lingered and didn't pull away I added some tongue. He tongued me back. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down to my swollen crotch. "What about feeling another man's cock?" His grasp tightened. I helped him pull down my zipper and my hard cock popped out. Without thinking his hand was around my naked girth. As he held on tight I got into his pants and freed up his semi erection. He just kept holding tight so I bent and moved around to take his cock in my mouth. I love that feeling of a nice sized cock going hard in my mouth. I began to swirl my tongue around his swollen dick head. I heard a slight moan so I pushed on down taking in his full length. Now there were loud moans as I encouraged him to fuck my face. At first his strokes were tentative but he soon picked up confidence. It was also clear from his erratic breathing that he was getting close. I just kept encouraging him forward. At the moment of ejaculation he tried to pull away, but I just sucked him in deeper. Each blast of cum painted my throat and was immediately swallowed. He pumped into me quite a number of times and collapsed backwards into the wall behind him to get his breath and balance back. "Fuck man. That was amazing! No woman has done that to me not even my wife. Fuck " "Nice. So would you like to fuck? Fuck me that is?" I figured I might as well 'cut right to the point.'

After lying with his cock in me and very sensual kissing. I climbed off his still semihard cock. It plopped out and cum fell out on his stomach. I leaned down and licked the cum which was pink from the stretching and tearing of my cunt with these two huge cocks. I then cleaned his gorgeous meat of cum and my ass juice. His cock oozed some slightly yellow cum. It looked like infected discharge and i bent down and sucked it up, he moaned and pulled me towards him and he kissed me deep and out tongues exchanged his cum and discharge. "You are such a dirty whore aren't you. You can get enough of my infected seed and my filthy dirty puss leaking out of my cock", he said, "No i can't. I want your dirty seed in my cunt and in my mouth so i can get pregnant and taste you all day", i smiled back at him and kissed him again. Ricky came up from behind me and stuck two fingers in me and swirled them around and massaged my prostate. I fell foward in surprise and closed my eyes a little and moaned as my pussy was so wet. "Yeah you dirty slut. You just got fucked by 2 cocks and we all came and no more than 2 minutes later i'm fingering your pussy and your all horny again", he laughed. It was true. My ass got wrecked and bred and i was still horny. He kept massaging my pussy walls and my prostate and started to moan and breath harder. He quickly pulled out his fingers and i looked back in disappointment. He laughed, "No more pleasure whore", he said taking his fingers with cum, puss and a little blood scooped up in his fingers and stuck it in my mouth. I opened gladly and sucked on his fingers and licked them as if they were a cock. "Yeah good boy, suck all that dirty diseased cum and puss and your pussy juice", he said. He stared at my and our eyes locked as i sucked them clean. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and pulled me in and kissed me deeply. "Good boy" I them without being told, dropped on my knees and sucked his semihard cock and cleaned it good. It tasted of cum and blood and some puss. He pulled me up turned me around and put the butt plug in my ass abruptly. And then he started to twisty and rotate it around a bit and i started to moan again. He stopped and slapped my ass. "Lets go slut before i fuck you again and leave you here as his property", he laughed. I looked back at him and had that look in my eye of wishing he would. "Ohhh someone's in lust. Mike you may have puppy here that won't leave", he said. "Yeah, he's a hungry little bitch. You can leave him. I could use a slut around the house", Mike said and laughed but was serious. Mike stared at me while i put my panties and short shorts on with lust and hunger. "Sorry he's not my boy to give but maybe we will come back soon. You want that don't you", Ricky asked. "I do but only if its okay with you and Daddy", i said. "We will see. Take care Mike.", Ricky said I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. "You come back now", Mike said. "I hope i can", i said. As we drove back to my Daddy's place i couldn't believe i just took diseased, AIDS cum and loved it. In fact i wanted more. I was both scared and excited. My cock grew hard and i reflected on those last few days of incredible sexual pleasure and experience. I wanted more.

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

So, I'm planning on cumdumping this weekend. I've already booked the parking lot-accessible motel and have got from 12pm check-in until 11am check-out, a solid 23 hours of play time that I hope to use as efficiently as possible. In the interest in making things more streamlined, I'm toying with the idea of using calendly (a free online scheduling tool) and send interested tops the link so that they can set their own 30 min time slot. There are a couple reasons for trying this. 1) When you're getting fucked, you can't, or rather you shouldn't be on your phone scheduling tops and stuff, which can result in late replies, missed opportunities, etc. 2) Having an automated workflow would mean less work for me 3) it gives the tops more flexibility in rescheduling if something comes up or want to come again 4) makes it less likely for tops to accidentally stumble upon one another 5) having a log of this (eg emails of tops and their cock pics) would be a nice keepsake as well as an easy reference if I'm back in this area instead of going through old emails. Any thoughts on this? is it a bad idea? do you think guys would be turned off by this? anything you think I'm missing?

I was at The Zone in LA, walking the dark hallways looking for a guy that would top me. After making my first sweep around the club, I decided it was time to take off my shirt and see what comes my way. I was making my second walk through the club when I saw this hot guy walking in my direction. I gave him a look and a smile that told him I was interested, he too had a devilish grin on his face. As we were about to walk past each other, he grabbed my arm at the bicep and leaned in and whispered. "I want to rape you." I stopped dead in my track and instantly got hard. I never thought those words would get me so aroused. I'm not into that type of scene or role play at all, and I don't think he particularly meant it in that serious way. I think we both understood that he meant he wanted to fuck me good and hard and that's exactly what I wanted. I immediately turned to him and he could tell I was wide eyes and ready. His grasp went from my upper arm down to my hand and led the way to a private cubicle. He open the door and we both entered. As soon as he locked it, he forced me to turn around and dropped my shorts. He ate my ass for a few moments getting it nice and wet. Then I could hear his belt come undone and I new in seconds I was going to feel him inside me. But he grabbed me again a turned me around to face him. He forced me to my knees and stuffed his cock in my mouth, I started to give him head. He swelled in my mouth and that got me even more aroused. As soon as he was hard enough he began to face fuck my throat. I grabbed his butt cheeks and squeeze his firm ass while he continued to thrust into my face. My gag reflex started to kick in and I stood up for a minute, for a break. He immediately turned me around and bent me forward. Again, his wet tongue drove deep into my hole. This time when he stopped, I thought to myself, fuck ya, fuck me now and its like he read my mind. I felt him insert his cock in my hole. He slowly pushed it inside me. I took a deep breath and sniffed some poppers. The aroma hit me fast and hard, my hole opened up for him and I felt like I was in ecstasy. He proceeded to drive deeper and as soon as he was balls deep, I let out a moan and he knew that was his que. He knew at that moment my hole was ready for whatever abuse he wanted to give it. My moans only heightened our lust. He grasped my hip with both of his hands and began to thrust my hole fast and hard. Like rabbits we fucked, I moaned and he grunted, it was primal. I can tell guys were outside our darkroom trying to see if there were peep holes. We were not quite and thats how I prefer it. Let the world know that I'm getting fucked and enjoying every second of it. He slowed his paced, but continued to fuck me deep. I could feel the precum oozing from my foreskin, dangling its way down onto the floor. His sweat drip onto my lower back and I verbalize "Fuck yeah, keep going." This was exactly the kind of fuck I was looking for and I didn't want it to stop. I don't know how long he continued to fuck me. It felt like an eternity, an eternity filled with bliss. But all good things must come to an end. His rhythm started to pick up again and I could hear his breathing pick up too. He was getting close and I wanted every last drop inside of me. His breathing turned into moans, which quickly turned into grunts. He was getting louder and I knew he was only second away. My cock already in hand stroking myself. He continued to pound my ass and then let out a loud grunt that told me he was climaxing. I felt his fluids release inside of me and his body spasm against mine. He leaned forward onto my back, I knew he was done and in that moment I shot my load. And thats the end of one of my fond memory. Guys, I'm sorry for the long post, but when answering this topic, this memory came flooding back and I had to share it with you all.

Chapter 11: Becoming a top. Sure enough that next morning my roomie mounted my ass. My roomie said it was time for me to learn to be a better top, and I agreed. I had seeded him before, and he said I wasn't bad, I just needed more practice. After he seeded me, he straddled my cock and rode it. By doing so he could control the pace, and hopefully keep me from cumming so quickly. It seemed to have been working. In addition, he would edge me several times a day, teaching me to better control my load. This went on daily for two weeks. For the next week or so, he made me fuck him once, sometimes twice daily. The week was ticking away, and I asked him when we were going to have the orgy with the jocks and the lady boy. He said one of the jocks was sick, and it would be delayed a week or so, but added that it would give me and the lady boy more time for lessions. One day I came home to find him on his bed, fucking his hole with his own cock in ass and a dildo. Just the thought of being able to stick your own cock in your own ass got me hard. He just looked at me and said now it's your turn to replace the dildo he had in his ass. He pulled the dildo from his ass, and my cock replaced it. What an amazing feeling it was feeling my cock rub against his while in his ass. He said just take it slow and try not to cum too quickly. That was easier said than done. I lasted longer than before my edging lessons, but not as long as I had hoped for. The feeling of his ass grasping our cocks was way too much. After I pulled out, he said that he had a friend that he wanted me to meet. He warned me that my ass would be challenged by him, but felt I was ready for him. The next day, we went to his friends house. His friend said he heard i was up for a challenge. I replied yes Sir. He said good boy, adding that when he got done with my ass, I'd probably be calling him other names. The three of us went to his bedroom, where a sling had been set up. He told me to get in it, and once I did, he blindfolded me. I was a tad worried at not seeing his cock first based on what my roomie had said about him. I immediately felt something kinda of slimy and cold on my hole. He started opening me up with one, two, three fingers and then 4. My roomie put the brown bottle to my nose, and said I was going to need it. Before I knew it his friend had all 5 fingers in me, slowly working my hole. I begged for another hit, and after I finished it, his friend said good boy, I'm in almost to the wrist! Holy shit, I was getting fisted for the first time! Surprisingly it wasn't as bad as I had expected. When he was into his wrist, he started moving his fingers inside me. He found my prostrate and began massaging it. Although still blindfolded, I was guessing my load shot off like a huge fountain. After I came, he started pumping my ass with his hand slowly. It wasn't the same thing as I knew my final reward wouldn't be a load, but was something I would enjoy now and then. One of the fucktetrnity brothers had a gaping hole, on the verge of prolapse, and I just thought that was disgusting. Why would a top want to stick his hot dog into Yankee Stadium? He pulled his fist out before I came again and took the blindfold off. The first thing I noticed was that my roomie was filming it. He smiled and said you're gonna love watching this! He then put down the camera and said it was time to be rewarded. He shoved his cock in me balls to the wall and started fucking me harder than he had. After about 15 minutes, I felt his cock pulsing in me, and knew he was about to fill my ass with his seed.

Repeat fucked the hotel cumdump that I just posted about above. I was heading out of town next day and saw his pic online. Damn, my cock wanted that ass again but I was running late. " quick pump n dump cool?" I msged. "yes cum over" he replied. Shoved my bare cock up his thick n smooth muscle ass from behind. Dumped my load quick. On my way out I bumped into the next 2 handsome fuckers ! Wish I had time to watch.

Chapter 16 He was sandwiched between the two of them. The Married guy was struggling to get air when the Top guy pulled back. Cum was dripping from his mouth. The Married guy gulped in a big gasp of air and was panting. You could clearly see the sweat glistening on the Married guys back. The Bio-Hazzard guy was still balls deep in the Married guy’s ass He said “ I haven’t cum yet, I almost did then he was choking on your cock, his ass was doing some incredible dancing on my cock “. He smiled and added “ I though his ass was going to bite my cock off at the root. “ It was all he could do not to blow his load in the slut’s cunt. The Top guy was looking down on the Married guy who was licking is cock clean, and that was without being told to do so. He asked the Married guy “ Did you enjoy that “? The Married guy answered “ Yes, but my ass needs more “. The Top guy answered “ You know that it is like to get Spit Roasted. I suspect you will be getting a lot more in your future “. In a stern voice he added “ And that is not your ass. From now on, it is your Cunt. Do you understand you worthless fag “? When he started to say something when the Bio-Hazzard guy gabbed his cock in the Slut’s Cunt. The Married guy did a loud squeal “ Yes “. The Bio-Hazzard guy started fucking the Married guy’s cunt in earnest. He was intent on getting his cum in that tight hole and making sure the Married guy remembered this. The Top guy was holding the Married guy down so he could get what was once his ass wrecked by that nasty looking cock. Under normal circumstances the fucking that the Bio-Hazzard guy was giving would have most guys trying to tap-out. With the amount of drugs that had been pushed up the Marred guy’s bottom he was spun and really enjoying it. He would be feeling this in the morning. His ass would be reminding him of the fun it had and after the crash was over it would probably have him looking for more. The Top guy asked the Married guy “ Are you ready for his gift “ ? The Married guy said “ Yes, Oh please give it to me “. They both smiled and the Bio-Hazzard guy started to pound the Bottoms cunt, The Mared guy could only open his eyes and say ‘ Shit “. The Top guy said “ Yeah, Not today Fag “. The Bio-Hazzard guy roared and said “ Take my charged load you faggot “ . He stared shooting ropes of cum in the cunt he had his cock in. He was really wound up and was shooting a huge load. He took pills that were designed to increase the amount of cum he shot, but in his case, they worked more than advertised. He could actually fill a large shot glass. He was pumping in the Married guy, packing a huge load of Toxic cum in his guts. He stopped pumping to catch his breath, The Married guy could still feel a throb in his ass. It seemed to keep shooting drop after drop for an eternity. Every drop of cum the Bio-Hazzard guy had been deposited in the Married guy’s fertile womb. He pulled out his cock and some of the rich cum dribbled out. He told the Married guy “ Stay in this position for a few minutes or you might make a mess” . The married guy thought he was being really nice and considerate, so he stayed there. He didn’t realize that the Bio-Hazzard guy wanted the Married guy to keep is babies in him longer. He looked around as much as he could and saw the Kid on his knees servicing three cocks. It was a wild seen. He would suck one for a few minutes then one of the other guys would grab him and stick his cock in the Kid’s mouth. He reached under and grabbed his cock to try to get off. He was having problems in that position. The Bio-Hazzard guy walked in front of the Married guy and said “ Why don’t you clean off my cock since it was just in our cunt”. The Married guy looked up and saw his cock with the piercing in it and stared to suck on it. He closed his eyes and started to lick and suck the cock that just bred him. It had a strange mix of white and bright pink cum on it. He opened his eyes and looked up and noticed the tattoo on his groin. He suddenly realized what the Bio-Hazzard guy meant when he said he was knocking him up, He was horrified thinking that he was now full of the guy’s POZ seed.

Sorry i have been away. Next chapter below. Enjoy! After we finished out breakfast, he asked me if we could stop by his friends place and drop off some groceries as he doesnt get out of the house cause he is sick. I agreed and we went over. When we got there, Ricky had a key to his place and we let ourselves in. We went into the living room and there his friend was lying on the couch. He looked like he had full blown AIDS. "Mike this is my friend Jeff, Jeff this is Mike", Ricky said. I said hello and shook his hand. For someone who looked sick he had a good grip. He was black, in his mid 60's and was about 6ft but he was no more than 110lbs. He was gaunt and has lesions on his chest as he was wearing no shirt and some tight boxers. I glazed over his cock and it was a good size and starting to get hard. "Mike you devil you, Jeff got you all worked up", he asked "Yeah he looks like he has a nice ass. You fuck him", Mike asked "Yes ive bred him several times and his pussy is still tight", Ricky said slapping my ass and telling me to help Mike out. I got on my knees near the couch and pulled off his boxers. While he was gaunt his cock was about 8" and really thick. I sucked on him and swallowed him in one felt swoop. "Ohhhh yeah what a whore you have got here", he moaned pushing my head further on his meat I easily took him into my throat and massaged his cock in my mouth. He was too weak to really fuck me so i pulled out my butt plug and sat on his cock. He grabbed my hips and pushed me up and down on his cock. He felt really good as he was thicker than Ricky but nowhere as long but long enough and he was wrecking my prostate. I was so horny my pussy started to convulse around his meat. "Oh shit this whores pussy is eating up my cock. Work it bitch" he said digging his fingers into my hips. I squeezed really hard and he let out a large moan. I knew he was close. Ricky had pulled out his cock and fed it to me. I sucked him while riding Mike. I was heaven when Mike pulled out of my mouth and whispered into my ear, "I am going to make you feel so good. Inhale", as he put a bottle under my nose. It was poppers and it made my head feel fuzzy and my body relaxed. He went behind me and i felt his cock at my hole. "No Daddy please dont you are both too big", i cried out "Shut up whore take it, you know you want it", Mike yelled "Dont worry baby it will hurt as first but you will enjoy it trust me", Ricky said soothingly He pushed in and it hurt like hell. Mike kept me where i was and started lifting his hips off the couch and fucking me and nailing my prostate...."Ohh God", i moaned "Yeah you whore you luv my cock in you dont you. Its hitting your gspot", Mike tease "Yes it feels so good to have you in me", i moaned "And what else whore", Mike asked "I want your diseased cock and cum in me", i moaned "Yeah i got a high viral load for your now. You are going to have my baby bitch. Ohhh damn your pussy is so good.", he moaned while fucking me Mike pushed more into me and I yelled in pain. He had about 3 inches in and it hurt. Ricky put the bottle back under my nose and i inhaled deep. It made my head spin and i leaned forward more. Mike pulled me down and kissed me. Our tongues danced with each other and i felt a lesion on his tongue. I played with it and sucked on it. "You dirty whore, you like my sick tongue with that lesion", he asked "Yes its so sexy", i moaned back. I was in flux...it was incredible pleasure our kissing, being fucked so good and yet in pain as Ricky shoved his stick in me. I was in heaven kissing Mike, sucking on his lesion, while he was working my cunt. Ricky was slowly sinking into me. It hurt like hell. "Oh bitch your cunt is expanding to take our cocks, and your cunt is pink a little so i know you are going to get pregnant today", he said I just put my head down and focused on taking Rickys cock in me. I felt myself being torn into two but just breathed and enjoyed the moment. I just tried to relax and take both cocks. I was sweating all over and it really did hurt but i wanted to please both of them. I felt his slowly sink in me and finally felt his balls at my hole. "Ohhhh damn, your cunt has both of us in you whore", Ricky laughed "Damn your cunt is tighter than ever and its fucking squeezing me. You are one horny cunt arent you", Mike said It was true i was a horny whore. My cunt on its own started to spasm and massage their cocks. They both moaned and Ricky started to push back and forth slowly letting me get used to having both of them. It was the most intense feeling of my life. My pussy was being stretched beyond belief and they were moving me me touching me in different spots. Ricky was so deep in my pass my 2nd ring and Mike was wrecking my prostate and together they were stretching my hole. My cunt relaxed and intense pain turned into amazing pleasure. My pussy started to spasm and massage their cocks and i couldnt stop moaning. "Ohhh yeah look at this whore. One minute please dont and then next moaning like a slut", Mike said ":Ohhhh yes it feels so good", i moaned "You want us to stop?", MIke asked and he stopped fucking me "No please keep fucking me both of you", i moaned "Yeah he needs it", Ricky said They were right...i needed both of them. I was moaning so loud like a bitch in heat. I was babbling and moaning. It was the most intense fuck of my life. They were both so huge and stretching my cunt more than i thought it could take. Mike pulled me towards him and gave me a deep kiss, our tongues made out and i could feel lesions on his tongue. I sucked on them and wanted more. Me flat on his stomach allowed Ricky to almost sit on my ass and pound the shit out of me. He jackhammered me hard and swift. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure into Mike's mouth. He just took it in and grabbed my nipples and started to play them. I couldn't stop moaning, i was in ecstasy. After another 10 minutes of this pounding, Mike let out a loud moan and yelled, "I am going to poz your cunt with my aids" I yelled back, "Oh yes please make me pregnant with your seed". He froze and grabbed my hips hard and thrust in me. I felt his huge cock expand and shoot a hot charged load in me. Ricky couldn't hold off any longer and i felt his cock burst in me. I was a bitch in heat and kept riding Mike and pushing back on Ricky trying to get as much cock in me and using my cunt muscles to squeeze every drop out of them. "Ohhh yeah bitch you want it all don't you", Ricky said as i kept pushing back and forth onto his huge stick. He was wrecking my prostate and i was on the edge. "Yeah bitch ride cock.....that's all you are good for", he said. After a few more thrusts i couldn't hold back and shot all over Mike's chest. After cumming, Mike pulled me down and gave me a deep sensual kiss. I stayed there calming down from my orgasm with 2 huge cocks and all that poz seed in me while kissing this gorgeous AIDS man.

I used to love going to the Phoenix in New Orleans back when the upper bar was fun. It had a small dark room, partitions with gloryholes and a sling in one corner. It was great. One Saturday night I got up the nerve to get in the sling. At first nothing happened then a black guy approached me and unzipped. His friends were like 'what are you doing?' He shrugged them off and started to fuck me. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately as guys got 'friendlier' with each other. Someone turned my head to the side so he could feed me his cock. He let me blow him for a few minutes before bending over and whispering in my ear with a low growl, "We are all going to fuck you". When let me tell you that sent me to the moon. My cock was so hard if felt like it would snap off if anybody touched it. Not sure how many men fucked me that night, it's all a bit of a blur now but I will never forget those words and how exciting it was. That guy gave me a thrill that still makes my heart thump when I relive the moment. Anybody have an experience like mine?

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.

"I want you to fuck me." I've heard that said lots of different ways, in lots of different tones. Not every session — more often, it's me making the decision to bring it from mouth to ass — but it always comes to mind as the most erotic thing he can say. "I fucking own you." Then I bite his shoulder, grunt hard, and breed deep. If he really knows what it means to have a cock in his ass — and a lot of bottoms do — "I fucking own you, bitch." "Suck that fucking cock now." Yeah, "fuck that ass" or "suck that cock" can sound bad in porn, but sometimes it's gotta be that cock instead of my cock. I might push him down, and he definitely gets my hands on his head once he gets where he needs to be. (Aw, but he needs to be there as much as I need him to be there. Maybe more.)

I have used silverdaddies.com a few times. I have found kinky as hell old men on this site. But I have met some nice lonely dads there. Just last night I met a real nice guy about 70. He absolutely loves to touch and lick every part of a mans body. I text me and he was about 30 minutes away. Got there and when he answered the door he was a tall skinny old guy. I came in and he had me sit on the couch so we can watch some porn. He was fully clothed and we talked and watch for a bit. He told me tomstand in front of him and strip so I did and when I got to be total naked he pulled me close and started to rub my cock and then ass as I was standing. He did this for a while and then said lets go to the bedroom. Walked in and he put on some porn on with no sounds. I got on the bed and he said lay down face down. So I did and laid there and he spread my leggs and I could feel him rubbing my neck then shoulders and back and ass then leggs and feet. I looked he was down to his underwear. He sat on my ass and started to rub my back. I felt lotion on my back. He gave me the best very long massage I ever had. Every part from my head to my toes were rubbed for a long time. I even fell asleep a few times. All none sexual but very sensual. I felt like butter in his hand. It had to be at least 2 hours of a massage and then he was working on my ass and thighs. He added a lot of lotion or oil..something.. it felt warm and tingling. My face was buried in the pillow and i was so relaxed. I felt him slowly rub his fingers down my crack and then rub my hole with a few fingers. One or two very slowly went in and felt them rub me on the inside. He was rubbing and digging all over inside my hole and then bang! he hit my prostate i quivered and blew some precum.. he pulled out and kept rubbing around my hole. I felt him move around then i felt his cock at my hole as he slowly pushed it in. I was so relaxed that it went in easy. He closed my leggs and moved so he can sit on my leggs with his cock still in me. He pushed in deep and once in deep he continued to rub my back just leaving the cock just in there as he rubbed. This had to be turning him on he was hard as a rock and he had to be more than 8" never had a back rub like this. It was definitely relaxing. Once in a while i woud feel his cock throbbing. Again I fell asleep a little then woke to him slowly pumping. He had a very slow and steady pumping action. I grabbed a few pillows and started shoving them under my hips to get my ass up. We moved around to get the position set.. Funny as we moved around he did not pull out.. lol He then grabbed my hips and pulled me in deeper. Kept pumping slow and deep for some time and i heard him moan and he laid on top of me while his cock was throbbing. Lucky he was a light guy so it felt good with him on top and his cock still in. We both fell asleep for a while in that position. I woke up with him still on and in me asleep.. lol. Nice way to wake up

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I went back to hang out with my friends and one of the guys is and his name is Josh. Josh fucked me in my shower. He’s about 6 foot two 195 pounds 8 inch cock thick head and shaft and his piss slit was very wide and the reason I could feel The throbbing of his intense orgasm as he couldn’t hold back any longer he continued after shooting his first load . His thick teenage cock was the best. He was able go balls deep because of all he came inside me. When he came again his dick got soft and flopped out.

Something about the smell of sex and cum is intoxicating. I love the smell of dried cum on used boxers, the cleaner they use at the bathhouse, the harsh bite of a new popper bottle, chem sweat after a night of non-stop breeding, a discarded condom picked off the leather fuckbench. One huff of sex is enough to make my heart race and my ass twitch.

It’s especially hot when something is whispered into your ear so quietly you can hardly hear. What cones to mind for me is (right after the Man who Owns me slid into me for the first time without using lube, just spit) He whispered. “This is what you were made for, to be a hole for real Men to use. That’s all you are a hole for other Men’s pleasure.” Man, that was hot.

I think there's a hot-Holed piggie sniffin 'round ......

I mostly prefer grunts and groans, but I have had a few guys compliment me on both my technique and cock size when topping. What I find even more erotic is having a guy come up to me and want them to fuck them again , even though I don't remember them, but they remember my name and how long ago I fucked them. After I get over being embarrassed for not remembering them at all, I take it as an erotic compliment and give them my best fuck.

I see this married guy, every Wednesday and Saturday. He is a firefighter and horny all the time. We did our usual on Saturday night, He breeds me, I suck him off and he calls me a faggot. He told me after, he was still honry, so I gave him another blowjob. He told me next time would we like to move this to his place. I asked him "wouldn't your wife be there?" He told me he kicked her out for cheating on him. I'm not going lie, over the past three years his dick has been in me more, but he didn't get caught.

1st of a cumdumps many loads for his hotel visit. I'd wanted to taste & feel a wet cummy hole. But I was working so only had time for a lunch break. And fuck my balls were aching full. So the cumdump put me in front of his lineup. Arrived at the cumdump's unlocked hotel room. Walked in on jocked ass up waiting on the edge of the bed. It's that kind of ass that makes my cock jump: meaty muscular handfuls of buttceeks on a masculine guy. I had to rim that ass 1st. That got the cumdump moaning. It had been no talking util I heard his masculine moans. He pushed his thick cock out of the jockstrap so I sucked his dick hard from behind. My own dick was raging hard now. Rest is par the course. My slim n short geeky self pumping this big n tall masculine man's ass with my bare cock. The cumdump finally spoke up with a handsome voice about breeding his ass. That sent me over the edge. I finally spoke and said that my cock had a big load to dump, and the cumdump said back " dump it deep in my ass". So I did: shoved in balls deep, and unloaded. I pulled my hard bare dick out of the cumdumps hole. A drop of my cum fell to the floor. The cumdumps butthole looked very wet. My balls had been aching before. Totally full of cum. And now this cumdumps hole was leaking my cum. I slapped the butt cheeks, cumdump stayed ass up anon, so I zipped up, said "thanks", and went back to work. Great pump n dump. Later that night -- -- I texted the cumdump in hopes of rimming his hot ass again. He replied that 8 more guys had dropped by after I'd bred him at lunch! On a weekday wow! All were anon breeders. I went back over to his hotel to taste his cumhole 🙂

Part 20 I watched the video send. Then went and sat on the sofa waiting. I knew with the time difference it was getting late in London. SIR also didn't always text back right away. Maybe I should have waited to send it until I knew HE would get it and respond. There was nothing I could do other than wait...it was going to be a long day. I decided to shower and then go run some errands. I also knew I'd need to check in at work after all, I still needed to work and just because I flew from Europe I'd still be expected to check in. I went to the grocery store around the corner from home and while shopping ran into one of my regular fuck buddies. "Hey, I haven't seen you online for a few weeks." "Yeah, I've been in London working. I just got back yesterday. How have you been?" "Well... funny you should ask. I've been sick. Turns out I had the fuck flu." "Oh wow, congratula..." "Ha, I knew it...I knew you'd like that! I want to breed you but since you are on PrEP, it would be hot telling you I'm gonna infect you." "Well..." "What? Do don't want to fuck with me now that I'm positive? Fucking figures you'd be that way. Bye." "Wait, come to my house...we need to talk." "Look, I don't want you to tell me how stupid you think I am for going off PrEP and converting." "Look, Kevin. Just shut up and let's go to my house and talk, okay?" "Fine, but if you start in on me, I'm leaving and this 8 inch cock will go with me and never grace your hole again." "Come on." Kevin and I went back to my house and as soon as the door closed I grabbed him and made out with him. I started whispering in his ear... "It's so hot you are infected. Do you know how lucky you are to be in the brotherhood?" Kevin pushed off me..."what the hell? You really are into this aren't you?" "Yes." "Why haven't you ever told me?" " It's a new development. I always like poz talk in playing and have a few buds that are into it...and then Iet someone from London. He opened my eyes. I haven't taken any PrEP for over two weeks..the ones I took to London were flushed down the toilet. When I came home...I crave it...bad. I flushed my PrEP down the toilet earlier today." "Really? That is so hot. I'll poz you. I'd love to bring you into the brotherhood." Kevin grabbed me and started making out and feeling for my hole. Just then he grazed my locked cock. "What's this?" "Well...the man in London has the key. He locked my cock before I left." "Well, guess you're going to be out whoring around to get off then. You are going to be very popular. I still want to poz you." He grabbed me again and we started making out. I pulled him toward the bedroom and started undressing him. He pushed me back on the bed... *Ding, ding* "Fuck, that's my phone Kevin. Let me check it could be work." "No, it can wait, I want in tha sweet boy hole." *Ding, ding* "Fuck, just hold on." I picked up my phone and opened the message app. It was SIR. "boy, I am very glad to see how dedicated you are to my cock and my gift. It's late and I'm going to bed, but we will talk soon. SIR." I just stay there staring at the phone. Kevin slid over and took it from me. "What does he mean...his cock and his gift?" "I don't know how to say this...he instructed me that I'm not allowed to get bred except by him until he converts me." "Wait, you are going to let some guy from half way around the world dictate when and who ficks you? "I umm, it's more than that..." "Well, go on. Spit it out." "I just don't want you to get the wrong idea." "I already know you are a bootlicking fag for men. You have always wanted to be owned by someone. I'm not stupid. I see how you act when a Leatherman comes in or around you. So, spit it out." "I want to be his. No, I need to be his. I need him to convert me. I'm sorry Kevin. It's just, he understands what I am." "Look, I get it. I wanted the same thing but got tired of waiting so I decided to say fuck it and go my own path. Do your really think this is going to go anywhere? "I don't know." "Well, I don't think it will go anywhere." "Kevin don't be that way. You don't know him." "Exactly. And you barely know him." "You are right. How about this...if in four weeks nothing has come from this...you will be the one to convert me." "You won't make it four weeks. You are used to getting plowed at least every other day." "Kevin, I promise. In fact, let's make an agreement. In four weeks, you can take me to the bath house and breed me while making me beg for you poz seed. We can let everyone there know what a pig I am...ans announce your new status all at the same time." "Hmm...you do know how much I like to show off. Deal! Now blow me...he didn't say you couldn't suck off other guy did he? "Nope!"

Chapter 15 The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ . The craving the Married guy felt was stronger than ever. He was on fire with lust. His mind was spinning so fast he wasn’t sure what all he wanted, he just knew he wanted something, and he didn’t want this fantastic feeling to ever end. The guy in his ass stared fucking the cunt his Toxic cock was ripping up. He was enjoying the idea of his cock possibly converting an ass the same way he had been converted a couple months ago. Last week when he was finally tested he had a HVL. He decided then to get the tattoo so everyone that he played knew what they were getting. In the past, Doing Tina never gave him issues with keeping hard, It usually intensified the sensation and kept him hard for hours. He knew he was usually good for a few strong loads. This was going to be his second of the night and hopefully not his last one. He looked down and this cock going in and out of the puckered hole, his cock had some cum from the guy that had been in there before and it almost looked like it had a pink cast to it. He also noticed is handy work and those letters were visible to anyone that had this pig bent over. This excited him, he was not only converting a straight married guy to the gay side but was knocking up this new cunt. He also knew that when the guy said he didn’t do drugs that this was his first time, and he would want more of it. Tina would most definitely have her hooks in him, and he would be dating her often. The guy in front of the Married guy was enjoying the wonderful blow job he was getting. The Married guy was taking him to his balls and was getting into using his tongue to massage the bottom of the cock. You would never believe this was his first time sucking a cock, but this was night of firsts for him. The Married guy was holding onto the guy’s hips for balance and then moved his hands around to the guys ass. He remembered how much he enjoyed getting a finger up his ass when he was getting sucked off. He stared teasing the puckered and wet asshole. The Top guy said “ Oh, you really are a slut. You want my load ? “ The Married guy was busy in his own world of Chems and sex and really didn’t hear it. He was busy with the euphoric feeling of heat, something sawing in and out of his ass and trying to please the guy in front of him. He knew he would not be able to match the feelings up his cunt but he was trying. He wasn’t sure why this guy’s ass was wet and slippery but he didn’t care, he wormed a finger into the guy’s ass and searched to find his prostate. When he found it and he started rubbing on it. He had this done a couple weeks ago during an exam and started leaking pre-cum right away. It felt great and wanted to see if he could give this guy the same intense feeling. It must have worked because he backed off the cock to get a breath of air and tasted the salty pre-cum that was coming from the guys cock. The Top guy asked the Married guy if he was ready for a load n his mouth, The Married guy said “ Yes Please “. He didn’t even think of the answer, it seemed to come naturally and driven by the hunger that was now consuming all of his brain and body. The Top guy said “ Ok Slut, Here comes your first drink of cum, You better swallow all of it “. He pushed forward into the Marred Guy’s mouth, at the same time the Married guy pushed two fingers up the Top’s ass and that sent the Top over the edge. He grabbed the Married guy’s head and yelled “ Take it Bitch “. His swollen cock was lodged in the Married guys throat. At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy shoved as deep as he could in the Married guy’s ass. He knew that his pierced cock was hitting new areas and they were deep. You could hear the married guy making noises, but no one could understand it. The way they had the Married guy, he couldn’t have gotten either cock out of him. He was sandwiched between the two of them. The Married guy was struggling to get air when the Top guy pulled back. Cum was dripping from his mouth. The Married guy gulped in a big gasp of air and was panting. You could clearly see the sweat glistening on the Married guys back. The Bio-Hazzard guy was still balls deep in the Married guy’s ass

Chapter 14 The tongue left the married guys hole and it felt like that part of him was going to explode. The voice behind him said “ Hold Still “. He felt a cool metallic feeling at the entrance to his ass. The Married guy push back to feel more of this new and great sensation. The guy let the head of his cock pop into the ass in front of him. The Married guy had no idea that this was the cock that was in the Kid earlier, the guy with the new Bio-hazard tattoo on him was now splitting open his hole. The Guy popped it in and out a couple times to get the hole ready for the next part. At the same time the guy in front of him put his cock back in the Married guy’s mouth and stared slowly pumping short strokes. Not quite to the point of gagging him but getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. The guy behind him pulled out and reminded him to hold still. He reached not his shorts and pulled out a permanent parker. He said “ I wanted to try this all night but didn’t think I would get a chance to do this “. He opened it up and knelt down behind the Married guy. He licked the tender hole a couple times. The sent electric shivers through the married guy’s body. The guy that was attached to the cock in his mouth reached under the Married guy and began to play with his nipples. He was rubbing and pinching them. The Married guy could never remember that part of his body so alive. He felt a tingly sensation on his ass cheek and then the other one. The Guy behind him was writing something on his ass. Between this, the nipple play and the chems he was in sensory overload and couldn’t stay still. He remembered when he was younger, and would do this to women and felt jealous that a woman would get all this just so the guy could get in her. The guy behind him reached under and grabbed his shrunken cock and gave it a couple tugs. The Married guy jerked up with this and the cock that was in his mouth suddenly went balls deep. He couldn’t breath but there was no gaging, just pleasure knowing he was able to do this. The guy behind him blew a couple breaths on the butt cheeks and stepped back to admire his work. On the upper left cheek was the word ‘ SPUN ‘ , on the upper right cheek was the word ‘ SLUT ‘. On the mid left cheek the word ‘ CUNT ‘ with an arrow pointing to his hole. Wich now had a new name. Since this was permanent marker, it would be there for a while. Not only was the married guy a chem slut, now he had the branding to prove it. The guy stood up and put the head of his pierced cock against the red swollen cunt of the Married guy and pushed about half of his cock up into him. All you cold hear from the married guy was an ‘ umpffff ‘ sound around the cock that was in his mouth. The Bio-Hazzard guy asked the Married guy “ You want my babymaker up your cunt slut “ ? The married guy mumbled “ ahhhaa “ . The Bo-Hazzard guy said “ I am going to impregnate you bitch “. He pulled out and looked at the gaping hole and had an idea. He took out his baggie, there wasn’t much in there anymore but there was some ground up Tina. He poured it in the Married guys gaping hole. He pushed it inside the hole with his cock. The guy in the Married guy’s mouth pulled out for a minute. He wanted to hear the reaction to what he just saw. The Married guy said “ Ohhh, That feels so good, I really need it “ The burning heat of the Meth hadn’t hit the Married guy’s brain yet. The one guy started to put his cock back in the mouth of the Married guy what all of a sudden his eyes opened wide an d he squealed “ Fuck, that burns, take your cock out it is burning me “ ! He remembered that burning earlier but this was a lot more intense. The Bio-Hazzard guy chuckled and said “ That isn’t my cock, it is the Tina I put in there “. The Married guy questioned “ Tina “ ? The One guy that was about to plug is cock back into the Married guy’s mouth said “ You know, Meth, drugs “ ? The Marred guy said “ but I don’t do drugs “. The guy pushed his cock back into the Married guy’s mouth and kept pinching his nipples. At the same time saying “ Well, you are tonight “. “ This is at least your second time with Tina up our new Cunt hole “. The Burning was staring to subside and the Married guy was really enjoying the action he was getting. The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ .

Yes for sure bleed and seed

This is a spin off of a story written here in this section called My Friends Dad. I encourage you to check it out, like and or comment. Many things here will make much more sense if you do. For those who've already read it, some interesting stuff coming up here. So it was time to head back to college! Before I left, my homophobic real father actually encouraged me to join a fraternity as it was a great way to meet women in sororities. He continued by telling me about all the pussy that he got in college while in a fraternity. He was disappointed that his chapter was not on my campus, as he could get me in as a Legacy. Deep down I felt a sigh of relief! I told him i had thought about joining a fraternity, but he convinced me that I should. Little did he know the fraternity I was thinking about was know as the "fuckternity" on campus! On the other hand, my new dad and brother advised me to join a fraternity for other reasons. My brother said the fraternities typically had lots of hot guys in them. He said they typically prefer pussy, but he's sucked quite a few fraternity guys, and even been fucked by a few. He wasn't in a fraternity, but had a friend that was, and he would frequently visit just for head, saying that women just don't know how to suck cock. My brother then continued by saying one night when his friend was drunk, he came over for his regular blow job, and asked him to fuck him, as he was tired of using a dildo on his ass, or having a sorority sister come over and fuck him with a strap on. With that my new dad said he had a going away gift for me. He brought out a Webcam, and said that he and his son had a private video room, and that his son would often turn it on when he and his roommate were fucking each other, or even better when fucking a stranger. Dad also said he had recently set up a Webcam in the dungeon, and used it for the first time at our going away party. He admitted the captures he took from it weren't the best, but showed the overall orgy. He said he included a link to the private website, which he called All in the Family. He assured me that it was private and that only himself and my brother had access to it. During my freshman year, I didn't consider myself gay. Sure I looked at guys cocks in the group shower, but I looked at girls tits too! It was all a part of being off on my own for the first time. After this summer, I definitely knew I was gay though! My first year at college was pretty boring. Really no sex life at all, besides watching porn and jacking. It was a relief not having my father giving me grief for jacking in the bathroom at home! My first year roomie was also straight, yet we would often watch straight porn together, in our own beds jacking. One of our best friends on the floor was somewhat of a religious freak, but when we went out to the bars, he drank much more than either of us! I guess that he was our friend because he was super smart, and often helped us with our school work. One night while at the bar, the three of us started discussing fraternities. The religious guy said he couldn't find one to fit his spiritual needs, but encouraged us to look at the options. He cautioned us about one that was full of "sodomites and sinners" though! My cock got hard over the tought of joining that fraternity. We stumbled home from the bar, basically holding up our religious friend. When my roomie and I got back to our room, we kinda chuckled about the conversation. As we layed in our beds, getting ready to watch some straight porn, my roomie said wouldn't it be funny if Mr religion was totally drunk one night and had gay sex? Just the thought of it actually got me hard! I just laughed and my roomie got up to put a porn in, and he was visibly hard too. He put the porn in, and we both stroked our cocks to completion. I found my friends thought kind of strange. Sure we would jack together to straight porn, but that wasn't really gay. I wondered if he had gay sex before? Was he hinting that he wanted to? Was he simply just drunk? My second year, we had the option to choose a roommate. Although my old roommate was cool, I wasn't sure that he would ever do more than Jack to straight porn. After our conversation about our religious friend though, In the back of my mind, i thought that he may have an interest in having gay sex though. I got super hard just thinking about grooming him, like my new dad and brother groomed me. It was a tough decision, but I decided not to list him as a potential roomie. After the summer I wanted more than just the possibility of having a gay roomie. It was a difficult decision not to choose him as a roomie, but I'd take a chance. I lied and told him I selected him though. If worst came to worst, I'd make sure a new roomie that didn't work out would want to transfer out of my room. Once my friend found out we weren't going to be roomies, he was disappointed, but I said it was a good opportunity to meet others, and if it didn't work out for either, I had a plan. Next up Chapter 2: My new roomie!

Real talk? You probably shouldn't do it that way unless you know for sure that you can handle the dick size. You only get one first time, and if it's ruined, it's ruined. It's a hot fantasy, but if your first time is painful or goes bad in some other way, you'll never forget it and might look back on it with a lot of regret. Is there someone you trust to break you in? That way you can start sampling other dicks until you're sure you're ready for that anon cock to slide up your ass, even if it's 9 thick inches.

I’m totally down to be made to dress up for a real total top!

It's seldom expressed in words - more in grunts, groans of pleasure - guttural, involuntary sounds of pure Lust. It doesn't hurt that others can hear it too ... Sometimes if I'm lying on the Hole's back, rutting and about to Breed, I'll whisper in his ear "now it's time to make you one of my boys ...", and that almost always elicits the right reply.

I find your doctor's response surprising. I switched physician's because the previous one always wanted to run some new test, send me to some specialist for a condition that he THOUGHT I might have, it was like "doctor-a-go-go". I understand your concern about being seen monthly, that's wise. You would think he would want to bill your insurance, as most guys try as much as possible to avoid going to see their doctor. I finally changed because my long time doctor would no longer be my "primary care physician", nor would he write controlled substances, in my case sleeping pills. So that meant I needed to see three doctors now, instead of one. He did make an announcement and he did give everyone ample time to find a PCP and someone to write controlled substances. But WHY do I need three doctors, when he just continue to follow the same course and treat everything himself. Why? MONEY. He became part of corporation. I really think I will start a thread on here because after being a patient of a doctor for so many years, and then finding he had a change in "Business Model", I was furious. Now I have an Infectious Disease Specialist who is about to turn 68 and I fear he may retire any day. I am glad there are posters on here who want to have their health monitored. Frankly, and I know this idea is not popular, but I cannot wrap my head around "bug chasing" or failing to treat an illness and let it just run it's course, so to speak. I hope you remain healthy........it seems most gay men I meet have at least one on-going condition, and that is a shame.

Part 21 Kevin spent the rest of the day with me. He was so horny I ended up blowing him six times. Around 6:30 pm, I ordered some takeout for us and we started watching a movie. "Dude, I really want in the hole. I want to give you my seed " "We agreed, four weeks. Once we see where or if things go with SIR aren't going anywhere you get first shot at giving me your gift." "But you have such a great hole and my cock feels so good buried deep." "Thanks, but I'm serious. I can't explain the connection with SIR but it feels different." "Fine. I should go before I do something we both would regret." "Kevin, wait. Don't leave mad. I promise you, my hole will be yours first after SIR." "Whatever. I need to go find someone to breed." "How about you invite a willing hole here and while you plant your seed...I'll blow them?" "Hmm...no, if you don't want it I'm going to the bath to give some some random fuck my load." "Fine, have a good night." Kevin left and I decided to just try to forget anything was happening. I really want to let Kevin breed me so it was probably best. The real reason I didn't want to be alone is I was scared and needed someone around to help me not think about SIR. Instead, I settled for some Indian food...but that didn't help. SIE had taken me to HIS favorite restaurant which happened to be Indian. Around 9pm, I decided to go to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night. The cage was crushing my cock and my hole was aching. I needed a cock. I got up and went to my toy drawer and found a dildo. I grabbed the lube and set to feeding my boy hole. I was grinding good and thinking about SIR when my phone went off. I almost impaled myself on the dildo. I went to get my phone and it was SIR. "Good morning fag. you probably won't see this untill later in your morning. We need to talk about some things. Message me when you wake so we can talk. SIR." I immediately texted HIM back. "Hi SIR. Couldn't sleep. My hole is hungry." My phone rang, it was SIR "First, that is MY hole fag. It no longer belongs to you. Got it?" "Yes SIR." "GOOD. Now get whatever you you were using and get it back in the hole." "Yes SIR. OH fuck SIR it feels so good. Thank YOU, SIR." "Now ride that dildo until you shoot and listen closely." "Yes SIR." "I am sending you a one way ticket. If you want to be mine, bring two bags of whatever you want. Get on that plane and get here. If you choose to come, you will be in my care until you are poz. After that, we will see boy. Understand?" "Oh fuck SIR, i am cumming. SIR." "NOT YET BOY! YOU HAVE TO GET PERMISSION!" "SIR, permission to cum?" "No. Do you understand what i just said? Repeat it back to me but don't stop fucking my boy hole." I repeated back to SIR what HE said trying hard not to shoot my load. "Good boy, he does listen. Cum for me boy, it's the last time you will cum until you are here and poz." I started pounding that dildo in and out of my hole. "Permission to cum, SIR?" "Cum boy. Shoot that worthless neg seed." "FUCK, SIR. PLEASE CONVERT ME."

I have experience with that scenario, though the father and son did not touch each other. I knew the father for about seven years, he was late 40s and I found him on A4A one night, he promised to come over the next morning and he showed up right on time. Amazing how a web cam can convince someone at 11 pm at night to be at your place 9 am sharp the next morning, see I keep pushing the web cam gentleman. I would have him over maybe every other month, huge top who was very skilled, knew what he was doing. Very good natured, I always managed to get him off, he told me how much he enjoyed my company. Nice enough to pick me up, take me to his "second home" and play there in a sling. I also invited him if I had a "group" over, usually someone who was local who might have been entertaining an out of town guest. One particular friend had a guy visit who took the Greyhound Bus from Oklahoma to Tampa, so I invited them to come down to the Bradenton area to play. Well I also invited my local buddy, to make it an even four, and he really appreciated me asking him to join the group. He said he was flattered I would think of him, but to be honest, he was non-judgmental, he basically was nice to everyone and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me, his little socks flew off his feet when he shot his load. I felt I was a good host that day So a few weeks later he said he had a "surprise" for me, and wanted to know when I might be free for him to come over. We planned on a weekend, mid day. He shows up with this guy in his mid 20s and says "this is my son". Well when he pulled down his pants, I could see the family resemblance, though the son was a shade or two darker, and about an inch or two bigger (really big). I remember blowing the two of them and I looked us as they were thouching each other's nipples. Now, there is only so much room in my ass, and they are very hygienic. So the son went to town on my ass, I remember him smiling at me, he still had braces. I did ask for ID only because I was so excited, and they are indeed father and son. His Dad took a whole bunch of pictures, while his son fucked me, I never saw them touch each other besides the nipples. The son pushed me so far back on my bed by the time he shot his load in me I was virtually standing on my head. We had a good laugh about it, the father enjoyed it, we had a blast. I continued to see the two of them over the next several years, usually adding another bottom so that it would be an even four. I miss my old apartment, living in that small city where "being a big fish in a little pond" had it's advantages. My old city was known for it's outlet mall off of I-75. I used to joke when the exit was coming up on drivers, I said they should post "next exit to @ellentonboy. It would have made giving directions so much easier. That's my story of having sex with a father and son. The son was mid and I suppose now late 20s, I guess over 30. I really miss his Dad, who was wonderful to me. It can happen guys, no need to make it creepy or illegal, because this is an example of two legal aged gay male adults, who just both happened to be father and son, and didn't mind stopping by my apartment for a little "[banned word]" fun time.

While Paul's thick cock was thrusting into his hole, Johhny was going through an existential crisis. He held the safe sex rule for years as a dogma, that he only broke for a boyfriend he had at highscool. And in a few minutes this nasty guy has shattered it to pieces. The tingling sensation was travelling his whole body by now, making him feeling ecstatic and horny beyond anything he had experienced before. "This motherfucker drugged me to take advantage of me. He knew this would happen! But if I am aware of it... why am I not stopping it? why does it feel so right?" All his moaning did not go unnoticed. After a while being fucked, Johnny opened his eyes and he saw another figure in the room. "How long has he been there?". It was a young blond guy that came lure by the noises.. Athletic but not too tall, with a tatoo on his chest. He has snorting poppers and playing with his cock while watching the scene from a certain distance. Since that moment, Johnny could not take his eyes of him. He had experienced the pleasure of being watched while being fucked at the sling in the past, but this time it was hitting in a different way. He was feeling really sleazy and was dying to suck that cock. The intense staring apparently worked as the newcomer decided to move closer to them. He started pinching his nipple, freeing Johnny's hand that went directly to take care of the new cock. "Niiiice" he said looking a Paul and taking another hit of poppers. Both smiled at each other. Paul was in heaven fucking that hole. So nice that he was struggling to maintain a rythm that would not make him cum so rapidly. No, he has decided that he would dedicate that boy the whole night. There was plenty of time ahead and the Kamagra would ensure him hours of enjoyment for his hard cock. And things were only getting better for him. Yes, he loved inducing drugs on young men to have it his way, but what he loved the most was seeing them used by other men. So having an extra guest was more than welcome. The three of them continued at it for a while. Johnny had unsuccesfully tried to suck his cock a few times because the sling was too high. His mouth was filled instead with the visitor's tongue that he willingly received. From there, the young mouth slowly travelled to his nipples, abs, and finally his erected cock. He had neglected his cock till that very moment and felt an electric shock when he felt those lips wrapping around it. His cock sensitivy was completely enhanced and the blowjob was driving him crazy. Both the feeling of the bare cock fucking his hole and that mouth going up and down on his shaft quickly became too much to handle. "oh fuck! i'm going to cum. I'm cumming" he moaned. The 3 paused for a moment . A big cum load came out like a fountain over his chest, neck and face. - "wow, that is some load, man". The 3 of them laughed. - "Now, it's my turn" said the tatooed boy. His attention went then to Johnny's ass where he moved his hand only to find Paul's cock still deep buried in it. Feeling that cock going in and out was getting him completely horned up. He was touching Paul's dick checking for a possible condom rim. As if Paul had guessed his intentions, he took his cock out to allow a full inspection. "Hmmmmm. raw" said after confirming it. Both tops smiled; nothing more needed to be discussed. Paul took the poppers and moved away, giving him access to the slut, who was still recovering from the orgasm. The young man rapidly placed his bare cock on Johnny's hole. But he did not found it welcoming as he expected but really tight instead. Having shot his load, Johnny's horniness had decreased and he was experiencing a temporary spike of common sense and dignity. Not giving up, the young man went on his knees to rim Johnny's ass in an attempt to getting him compliant again. Johnny looked at Paul almost as if he was asking for help to get out of that situation. The sheep begging to the wolf. Paul leaned over Johnny's head and whispered on his ear: - "Relax boy... You are doing it very well. Don't spoil the fun now" -"But..." - "sshhhh" Paul silenced him. "No buts. Don't fight your desires. You know you want it. You know it feels good. Just let it happen, my slut". The tone was calm but dominant. That was the very moment where Johnny finally gave up. The little control he had regained was gone. The sleaziness engulfed him completely and he let his ass loose again feeling a tongue rushing in inmediately. - "Take some of this. It will help you take the right decision." concluded Paul placing the poppers bottle under his nose. 4 hits of poppers later he was ready for more bare cock, that entered him without any resistance. The hard fuck continued rythmically for a little while. Paul was having a great time encouraging him: "That's it fucking whore! Let that anon raw cock fuck you. You know you love it!". Those words were fuel in Johnny's head. It was true. He was loving every bit of it. Not long after, the top's breathing started changing. "Are you coming already?" asked Paul amused by it. "Fuck, yes! This ass feels so nice. I cannot hold it". - "Don't. Just inside him. Breed it." And so he did. He shot a big load inside Johnny's ass. He pulled his cock out after a minute. Gave him a pat on the buttocks, "thank you" and left the room. Paul looked at Jonny with a smirky smile: "So?" - "So?? Oh my god. What have you done to me? I have let him cum inside me" answered Johnny. - "That is where a macho's cum belongs. Don't deny now that you were dying to get it." - "I... I was. It's true. I dont know why. Im filled with sleazy thoughts. Those drugs you gave me are messing me up" - "Yes, they do. But they only work when they bind to your real desires" - "what do you mean?" - "If you did not have those ideas, the drug does would not have the same effect. Have you even fantasized being used by strangers?" - "Of course, all the time! But it just a fantasy." -"Well, not anymore. Tonight you going to make it real. Being available to anon cocks. - "Tonight? what time is it?" - "Its already 23.15" - "what? fuck! I am already late for work!. I lost track of time. How long does this effect last?" "No, no. You can forget about work tonight. You are on this ride for at least the next 4-5 hours" Panic rushed in "I cannot miss work like this. Ill get in big trouble. I should at least call..." "shhhhh" silenced him again. "Quiet boy. It's all good" said to calm him. "It's too late to change that now. Relax. Focus on the now. Look at yourself, your ass is oozing cum from who knows who. Soon this place will be packed. What then?" - "I cannot move. Still feeling very horny." -"Yes, you will be craving cocks all night. I'll see you totally perverted " said fingering his asshole. - "Ohhh..." moaned Johnny. "Please...." Paul grinned. "Do you like the idea of being used and bred by everybody. Please... what?" - "Please, sir... " repeated Johnny grabbing Paul's cock and bringing it back close to his ass. - "oh, that is what you want." grinned again. He loved seeing him so desperate. "I want to hear you saying it slut." - "Please, I want cocks inside me". He started feeling a tremendous urge. - "Are you my bare slut?" he started rubbing his cock slightly in. - "Yes, sir! " - "Say it!" - "I'm your bareback slut! Please, fuck me. Make me a complete whore!" - "That's what I like to hear." said as he rammed his cock in one more time [To be continued]

fucking lucky little meth pig, getting that boy pussy sloppy with anon aids cum

After playing with 2 hot piggy dads for a few hours tonight, I was nicely loosened up and hungry for loads. I checked out a cruisy park but it was late, so I wasn’t sure how I’d go. I was pleasantly surprised to see a few cars so I wondered into the darkness to see what mischief I could find! Ended up in a 3way and scored a twink’s load after backing onto his cock as he announced he was about to cum. He said he normally uses a condom, to which I said “that’s nice”. He then asked for my number so he can fuck me again haha! A few mins later I spotted a hot hung lad who’s bred me before and knew I wanted his cock in me again! He has great technique, making sure to open me right up. As he started fucking me I looked up and another huge cock had appeared .. I hadn’t seen or heard him approach but I was in piggy heaven deepthroating, being tagteamed and pashing these two studs who went back & forth several times before breeding me balls deep.

Teens have the biggest loads

The Final Chapter To the choices that we make in life. Matthew makes a pit stop at the closest Woolworth to buy some duct tape. He uses it to tie the man’s hands and feet together along with his mouth and drops him in the boot of the car, and resumes his travels to the Grampians. The drive is fairly long, and they don’t reach the peak of the cliff until well into the night, when the moon has already made friends with all the stars in the sky. He pulls the man out of the boot of the car, who is still asleep from the drug, places him a few meters from the edge of the cliff, sits beside him. He stares at the man’s face while he is sleeping and a rush of emotions floods Matthew. He feels a dash of anger from being infected by this man, his life changed ever since. He never asked for this difficult life and it only took one night to change everything. He wonders where life would have taken him if he weren’t infected. He feels a sprinkle of pity for the man, whose time had not been kind to him, now very old and very sick-looking, laying there on the muddy cliff. He wonders how long the man has left to live. And most importantly, he feels a pinch of hope, for Matthew’s life is not over yet, there’s still a bit of time to live out his life, especially now that Somchai is a part of it. He wonders what Somchai is up to at the moment. The man stirs as the drug wears off and he immediately panics when he realises that he is bound and gagged. He begins to squirm like a worm, and in doing so, edges closer and closer to the side of the cliff. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Matthew says. The man continues to wiggle until he faces the edge and the edge faces him, his eyes widen, stops moving. Matthew sighs and pulls the man away from the edge, rips the tape off his mouth quickly and painfully, sits back down beside him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” asks the man. “Well, I was going to throw you off the cliff.” “Do I know you?” “You don’t remember me, do you?” The man looks at Matthew's eyes and he does remember, even though it has been a very long time ago. “You’re that kid from the truck stop toilet, aren’t you? Boy did I enjoy fucking you. Wish your old man had joined in.” The man laughs cruelly, showing what’s left of his stained teeth. Fury takes over Matthew and he punches the man right in the jaw, but he continues to laugh, though through obvious pain, blood dripping between the gaps in his teeth. “Go ahead and kill me,” says the man with the scorpion tattoo. “I’m going to die anyway, one way or another.” Matthew looks at the man and waits for him to continue. “And by the look of your face, you’re on the same boat as me. We are both going to die from AIDs, and there is nothing anyone can do about it, so we might as well let the world burn as we go down along with it. There is no beauty on this planet, just pain and misery.” The sun begins to rise very slowly from the east. The first light breaks the horizon and it creeps its way across the landscape and chases away the night. When the light washes over the man, Matthew can see clearly that the man is dying, not only from the outside, but within his soul. He sees himself in the dying man, like a mirror being held in front of him, and he is afraid of the person that he has and will become. Ending this man’ life, Matthew realises, will not give him closure, for the man had died a long time ago—metaphorically speaking—when he had given up hope on his life. He is a wandering shell that walks the earth, struggling by, waiting for the time when death comes knocking at his door. “You are wrong,” Matthew tells the man. “There is beauty in this world. You just didn’t find it in this lifetime.” Matthew takes a knife hidden in his jacket and lunges at the man, who is taken aback and yells for mercy. The knife slices the air and cuts cleanly through the tape bounding the man’s hand, freeing him. He drops the knife to the ground, looks at the man’s eyes for one last time, starts the car and drives off. The man is shaken by what he has witnessed, grabs the knife and slices the tape bounding his legs. He sits at the edge of the cliff for a few hours, pondering his life, his future and, deciding that there is none, pushes himself off the cliff. Matthew comes home just before ten in the morning. Somchai is still asleep, snoring, naked. He slides into bed and stares silently at him. Somchai’s face is peaceful in the illumination of the light that filters through the window. A few minutes go by and he opens his eyes, slowly at first, then much too wide. “Where were you?” Somchai asks. “I had to take care of some business,” Matthew says. The distance between them becomes non-existence as they hug each other. They embraced each other now, and they embraced each other for the years to come, past their wedding day, and past their honeymoon, and past the many difficult hospital visits that were yet to transpire. Matthew was happy for the remaining years of his life, now with the bottomless pit filled to the brim with the love that he shared with his partner, who had stayed with him until the very end. Sometimes, we can’t choose what happens to us when we are young, but we always have a choice now and into the future what happens to us.

The Third Chapter July 1999. Matthew is 23 years old. To the love on one’s job. It is a hot summer night on Wellington Street as Matthew exits his car. He parks just around the corner, and begins waking to the sauna. The street is particularly empty at this time of the night, ten o’clock is the time, unlike the nearby street of Peel which is always busy with people, especially tonight, which happens to be a Saturday. He walks past the empty Anytime Fitness gym and walks into the building marked Wet on Wellington. He has a shift tonight, as he always does during the weekend. “Busy tonight?” Matthew asks the man at the counter. The man’s name is Somchai, a Thailander, very young and very pretty with diamond studs in both ears. He’s been fucked by Matthew many times, usually after his shift in the darkness of the upstair’s room or, once, behind the building in the alleyway, concealed by one or two dumpsters. “Getting there,” Somchai replies and blushes. “You’re early for your shift.” “Just seeing who’s around first, that’s all,” Matthew says. Somchai hands Matthew the key to the massage room and buzzes him through the door. “Before I forget,” Somchai says, “the boss wanted me to give you this.” He hands Matthew a small brown envelope. “What’s in it anyway?” Matthew takes the envelope and smiles without replying, walks away. He passes a few men in the locker room with towels wrapped around their waists, walks up the giant flight of stairs to the second level, and into the massage room. His client won’t be here for another ten minutes. He rips the upper corner of the envelope and empties the content, which contains a dozen or so packets of white patches and a note which falls to the ground. The patches remind him of Nicotine Patches but he knows what these are really for and he smiles nefariously. The notes simply says ‘Use Wisely. Enjoy, from the Boss.’ A knock on the door heralds the arrival of his first client for the night, a muscular guy with black hair and eyes the colour of chocolate cake. They exchange hellos and the man undresses, lays on his stomach, and the massage begins. Slowly, Matthew undresses too, until he is butt-naked, but the man does not mind, not even a little. The oil is slick on the man’s skin, and he almost falls asleep when he notices something hard poking at his face, and is surprised to see Fernando’s dick at his face. “Oh,” the man says, “sorry, I’m straight. I’m not into that sort of thing.” Taken aback, Matthew apologies quickly and resumes his massage. A few minutes goes by and something happens rather quickly that the man does not anticipate. A patch of something white sticks to the side of his neck but it is applied so gently that he never notices it. His heart beats faster and he becomes uncontrollably horny as the drug from the patch begins to work its magic all around his body. At this moment, Matthew smirks and begins rubbing a generous amount of oil on the man’s butt, fingering his ass with a finger, followed by another, much to the man’s enjoyment. Matthew attempts to feed the man his cock once more and this time the man is eager to feed on it as if he is starved. He can’t seem to stop himself. All the while, Matthew continues to finger his ass, and when it is ready, Matthew pushes the man down back on his stomach, climbs on top of the massage table, slides his dick inside the man with ease. It is tight, no less than that of a virgin, perhaps it might be given the straight acting nature of the man but nonetheless, it won’t be a virgin after tonight. The man winces in pain before he is overcome with pleasure and he rocks his bottom back and forth on Fernando’s cock. Soon, their thrusts are in sync with each other. It doesn’t take long for Matthew to come, thick and creamy, deep inside the man’s ass, which he tightens to milk down to the last drop. His dick slides out gracefully, still hard, feeds it to the man who happily swallows it in one go, cleans it while on his knees, cum dripping out of his ass and down the back of his thigh. The massage is over. Matthew kisses the man and slaps his ass as he exits the room as the next appointed man awaiting his massage walks in. This would continue for the next three hours in the massage room, and every man would be bred by Fernando, some more willing than others, but never as resistant as the first man of the night, but there is always the white patch of drug if he ever has to cross that bridge again. It is one in the morning and Matthew has finished his shift for tonight. A knock on the door and it’s Somchai who has also finished his shift. Somchai locks the door behind him and, like he does every night when he knows when Matthew finishes his shift, goes down on his knees without anybody asking and begins working on Fernando’s thick cock with his talented mouth. Somchai can taste the asses of the men Matthew has fucked throughout the night but he doesn’t care, and he offers up his own ass to Matthew which Matthew doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of. Somchai is nothing more than a sex toy which Matthew uses for his own pleasure, and he rewards Somchai for his loyalty with a load deep inside him. Matthew exits the room, down the corridor, and as he walks past the darkroom catches the glimpse of the muscular man with black hair from earlier. He is bent over with a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass, and there are many men surrounding them all jerking off, and waiting for their turn with the man.

Although I'm very much in the bbbh camp, I don't think it's strategic to be a bareback only hardliner. Here's why. The vast majority of straight and bi guys that hookup with guys insist on condoms the first time they hookup, which is unfortunate because a good portion of em are hot af masculine studs that are just great at sex. But it's just how things are, they're either married and cant be exposed by an sti showing up or are just not aware of prep, doxycycline and vaccinations. But that's only usually temporary. If you're willing to play the long game, after the first few times, their insistence on condoms greatly diminishes and bare sex is more likely if you suggest it then. Probably the most convincing point imo is if you've just recently had a prep refill and after you explain to them that the program requires you to test and treat all sti's to get the refill (which is verifiable online) then show em the date on the bottle.

Yesterday I went to my local sauna for naked day. They have them every Wednesday and Sunday. The weather started out rainy, so I was hoping the place would be rammed, but it fined up and by the time I got there the sun was out and clouds had cleared away. I was well "prepped" though and ready for action. As usual, my thought was to spend most of the time in the darkrooms and in the cubicles with glory holes. It took a couple of hours before anything really happened, but sure enough it was in the main downstairs darkroom when the first cock went to push inside me. He was an average size (which was perfect), but I made sure he was only all the way in once I'd opened up properly. After that off he went, fucking me and ultimately dumping a very nice load inside. A little bit later I saw a really sexy cub going into the same darkroom. Someone made a play for his arse, but I wanted his cock. I guess I broke etiquette, but while the other guy was fingering him, I whispered in his ear and asked him if he liked to bareback and if I could back onto his cock. It turned out he had a really lovely curved cock and he fucked me senseless, while he was being fucked. I made sure I begged for his load, which he very kindly dumped all the way in me. I was greedy for more cum, but it was getting late and I'd planned to leave by a certain time. Then, much to my pleasure, a guy came into the cubicle adjacent to the one I was in and fucked me hard, then dumped a serious load in me. I thought i knew who it was, because he was wearing a particular style of cock ring. I actually saw him leave and realised, much to AMAZEMENT, he was a young guy who been hunting to be fucked (and i imagine loaded) for ages. I was then really thinking it was time to go, but I had so much cum in me (I was determined to keep as much of it in me as possible) and I was feeling greedier than ever. Just before I thought it really was time to head, I noticed a really sexy young guy on the big bed by the jacuzzi. He was watching porn on the TV and wanking. I figured he wouldn't be interested in me, so I just enjoyed looking at him. I was in an end cubicle (all of the cubicles having glory holes between them). The next thing, he hopped up and went in the next cubicle to mine. I was ready to get rid of my own load and, based on (false) assumptions from seeing him around the place, figured he'd want to be fucked. Next thing his cock popped through the glory hole. I started wanking it, then I lubed it up as it grew, then gingerly slapped it against my arse cheeks and crack. He didn't pull back, so I figured I'd take it from there. Again, to my amazement, I had his raw cock in me and wow, did he know how to fuck! I made sure I got his load too and heard/felt him pump it in me. I made sure I squeezed every drop out of him. At that point I decided I really needed to go but I still had a week's worth of cum in my balls. It really was my day, because one last time I headed up to the cinema and noticed a few guys furtively playing. Long story short - having determined a nice looking guy with a really sexy arse was up for me fucking him bareback and taking my load, that is exactly what happened. All in all, a very successful cum-filled day! Roll on next weekend 🙂

If you have read some of my earlier posts you know I live on the farm I work at and that my one of my employers fucks me on a regular basis. His husband knows and is fine with it. Well I couldn’t sleep so I greased up and let myself into the the bosses room. They pulled a fast one on and switched sleeping sides. It took me a minute to figure out who was who. They sleep like the dead and did not wake up. I started blowing the right cock, got him good and hard then backed up on it. At this point he always wakes up and fucks. Not this time. His cock is rock hard, he’s gently snoring and I am jerking it hard as I fuck myself on his meat. Kinda surreal. I sprayed the bed with a lot of cum being very turned on by the idea of him not even waking up while I take advantage of him. It’s his turn to wake up with a greasy dick and crusty sheets and wonder what happened. By the way no worries in case you are thinking I just sexually assaulted someone. I have a standing invitation to his bed. Sorry no pic this time.

Massive smoking fetish here. Smoke cigars mainly but want to get hooked on reds, preferably whilst fully leathered and being converted. HMU

The biker guy stayed in me. After a minute he reached down to squeeze the last of his cum into my asshole as he pulled out. "Thanks dude!" I was wondering what response to mumble when Paul replied, "I didn't want to invite you, but I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't." They both roared with laughter. Good thing I'd been slow and avoided a faux pas. I laid there for another minute ignoring Paul and the biker's conversation. Finally I took a deep breath, flipped over and sat up. I must've been quite a site, with a big load of cum in my hair, on my cheek and neck. Another two were mostly in my ass, except for the part on my thighs and soaking into the duvet. Paul had put the phone away at some point. Wonderful. "You did great dude." Pretty sure that was Paul. I was at a loss. The man whose name I didn't know who had recently ejaculated inside me grabbed my cock playfully and started to jerk it. He was the oldest of the group, maybe 55. He had three big earrings in each ear. They matched the rings he had in each nipple. He looked me right in the eye as my dick got hard. "You love taking loads don't you. I can tell from your cock it's true. She was never going to be able to give you what you need." He squeezed my balls until I gasped. "Don't cum bitch." The guy who'd cum in my hair suddenly reappeared with his dick sticking straight out. "Oh good, his hole's free!" He slapped the biker on the shoulder. I realized he had a biohazard tattoo right by his dick. "Hey man I know that's an HIV tattoo. I don't want to have sex with an HIV+ guy." He chuckled. "Um too late for that dude." He pushed me back on the bed and scooted my ass back. "Everyone here is poz, silly." I froze, discombobulated. He had me hold my legs apart at the knees and fucked me hard. I was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I just wanted to experience getting fucked by a guy. I'd intended to have safer sex with one man and wound up consenting to unprotected sex with three, all of whom are apparently HIV+. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck I've got another big load for your married ass." I pulled my legs wider and looked him right in the eye. "Breed my ass. Turn me into a faggot."

I got my cherry popped when I was 19 by a man 30 years older than me he told me from the very beginning that he was in a raw dick me I was nervous at first the first time it hurts so bad we had to stop 2 weeks later I went back to his house because I had this weird urge to suck him again that was my first time having a gay experience with anyone so I finally said I wanted him to stick it in all the way and when he did oh my God it was raw and it hurts so bad he was taking my virginity and when he was about to come he didn't even warn me he just came inside me fast forward till now I'm 38 that man still fucks me raw and I wouldn't have it any other way he did a great job and seducing me when I was a young boy

At a party this weekend, maybe 15 or 18 people, and not unusual I drank quite a bit and needed to crash a bit in the spare room at my friends house. Maybe 20 minutes into my nap, a little cub curls up next to me, also pretty drunk. We spoon, fully clothed, but of course having him pressed into me just gets me going. He had a sexy brown bushy beard and a belly, which I rubbed under his shirt without a bit of hesitation. Lol. Also worked his nipples a bit and finally I just told him to get naked for me. No delays at all, and I motioned for him to come spoon again. This time my cock was out, and I'm rubbing it in his crack and dripping my load heavy. I told him I was going to fuck him raw and knock him up, and he just pushed back on my dick slowly. I sank in all the way, and slow fucked him as I rubbed his belly and twisted his nips. He was a happy fucking cub, and I kept dirty talking to him, calling him a good whore and sexy cum dump. When he started calling me dad and begging me to cum in his ass is when I couldn't hold off anymore and nutted as deep as I could. I kept fucking once I came, and reached around to jerk him off. He had a thick 6" cock and it spurted almost as soon as I touched it. I caught what I could and rubbed it in his beard, then we slept a little bit before going our separate ways back in the party. I love no questions asked raw fucking. If he wasn't a slut before he may be one now. 🍆