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So I was bored on the weekend. Started surfing grindr. Found a guy that lived literally right behind me. He met me in front of my place. We proceeded to go to my bedroom, older guy, great cock. Stripped naked and got down to it. He put it in me and pumped pretty hard there was no word of condoms or status. I knew I wanted his load in me. So as a good bottom I laid on my stomach and took him all the way. After 10 minutes or so he said he was about to cum, I just laid there and took it. First bareback load ever and I loved it. I am hoping I bet much more.

This story took place 20 years ago. I was 24, often drunk, and a young soldier. I enjoyed sleeping around, with women in the open, men on the sly, wasn't too picky. For all intents and purposes I'm straight, but I had a wild side that came out to play now and then. This was one of those times. I was in Berlin for a couple of days and staying in a hostel. I checked my Lonely Planet guidebook and saw a bar called Tom's Place. I said it had a special 'dark' room downstairs... that got me curious. I'd been to a couple of gay bars in Vancouver before I had enlisted, but nothing with anything like what potential awaited. I decided to go for it. I said goodnight to my travelling companion, who was going to be early, and took a cab to the bar around 10:30, already buzzed. I tend to get myself into these situations without really thinking of how it my end, just excited for the endless possibilities that might develop. I walked in and grabbed a beer. A fair amount of guys were just lounging around and the second room had a few tvs playing various porno flicks. There wasn't much going on here and I was a little nervous to start chatting it up with anyone. New town, new language. I just took it in to start and walked around. I saw a set of stairs that headed down into the abyss and quickly went down them. At the bottom I couldn't tell how big the room was, it was too dark to make out much of anything. I couldn't hear much other than the music that was playing upstairs. I could feel that there were a few small, doorless cubicles along one side. Truthfully, I never did explore more than the one wall!. I took a few steps out of the cubical and felt people brush past me. I moved towards the wall to my right. I reached my hand along it to my right, I felt the belt of someone beside me. My hand rested there for a moment, before moving further to the right, a belt buckle. It was so dark I would not have noticed the person beside me. It got me so excited feeling another man beside me, anonymity drives me crazy!. I moved my hand down over his crotch, I felt the warm hardness through his jeans. My lust built up as I felt up this unseen stranger. After a minute of this I reached for his zipper, quickly slipping my hand through to get closer to what I desired. HIs cock grew harder and he started rubbing my arm. I grabbed his open fly and pulled him in my direction, he came along. I moved back into the cubby, he followed. I backed up to the bench and sat down, placing my glasse of beer beside me. His crotch was now infront of me and he was undoing his belt. I grabbed the band of his briefs and pulled them down. I buried my nose in the hairs above his shaft and inhaled deeply, it smelled of cock. I grabbed the base and took a few inches into my open mouth before closing my lips and savouring the flavour, drawing my lips back to the head and coming down again for me. A hand held the top of my nearly bald head and rubbed it while I worked my mouth up and down on his cock. It tasted to so good. It was just over 5 inches or so long, and slightly thicker than average, but but it had been about 4 months since I'd last sucked a cock and it was good. I came up for air and gave his balls some attention, they were shaved, sucking first one ball, then the other, licking my way back up the shaft. Then in dawned on me, I should do what I loved my old boyfriend doing - take a swig of cold beer then insert his cock in my mouth! While jerking his cock I took a swallow, then another and held it in my mouth. I tiled my head back, hunched over, and opened my lips enough to let him in without spilling. I could faintly hear his approval as I worked his cock and drank the beer as it warmed up. I could tell that he enjoyed the cold then hot sensations as I did. I did this a few more times, speeding up my mouth as I did so. I played with his balls with one hand and alternately sucked his head, licked his shaft, and took as much as I could. His hips began bucking back at me as I worshipped his member, by now both hands resting on my head. His balls began to tighten up as he clamped my head in place. He suddenly stopped, with only his head in my mouth.. then I felt it... the spurts, one, two, three, spurts of cum in quick succession. I moved my head down to the base and back a few times as I swallowed his load. Cum is something that I neither love, nor hate the taste of, but it's the experience that gets me... the throbbing, the warmth, the pleasure I'm giving. I sucked his head for a few seconds more before he pulled back, and walked out, buckling his pants along the way. I sat back and drank some beer, relishing what had just happened. I just blew a random stranger. I didn't have any clue what he looked like, his age, his skin colour, nothing. But it was good. So good. I brought my empty glass upstairs and placed it on the bar before going to the bathroom. While processing everything I looked over and saw a condom and lube machine. I generally played safe in those days, especially with me, and hadn't planned on stopping it then. The last time I had taken a cock up my ass was in the summer from an old lover, and it was bareback, and while I loved it, he was someone I trusted. However, the booze, the atmosphere, the lust were soon to change my mind about certain things.... In my naivety I bought a couple condoms and some lube... To be continued...

I was under the impression that this was indeed the CHEM FICTION section, is it not? I am amazed at the ongoing interest towards something I wrote purely because I couldn't find anything to "get me there" at the time! Never thought I'd push it that far. I haven't touched the story in a while to be honest, I've been focusing on other stuff, but I think I'm ready to get back to it, finish this story and complete the first chapter of the sequel. It's coming, just can't say when, but hopefully soon.

Chapter 18 About the same time the guy that was eating his cunt stopped. He said “ If you get more cum in there I will suck it out of you “. The Married guy hadn’t thought about taking anymore cock up his ass, Let alone cum, but, the feeling of this guy’s mouth sucking his ass made him want more of that. The Married guy took a breath and looked around. Most of the guys were gone. He knew that he was part of the show that evening. He only wanted to watch and maybe fir a blow job, not be part of the show. He stood up, his knees were weak and not real steady. His ass felt really slimy and nasty. Even though a guy had sucked on his hole, he was still dripping out cum and piss. He reached behind himself and felt his hole, It was really messy and when eh put a finger I he was surprised that he wasn’t sore but he was definitely very loose, He was actually able to put three fingers in his ass and it didn’t hurt. It actually felt good and those strange lustful stirrings were starting again. He saw a couple guy walking up the path near another streetlight and decided to walk up and see what was going on. In his current state he forgot to collect his shorts and walked up naked from the waist down. As he walked up the path his ass was continually dripping out the nasty mix and his cheeks really felt slippery. This had the effect of turning on the Married guy more. His ass really felt like a cunt. He remembered hot wet some of the bitches were that he fucked when he was younger, now he was the bitch. He still felt the craving that he stared to feel earlier before all this started. His ass felt so nasty it was exciting him beyond belief. He came on some guys and noticed the Kid was on his knees and two guys were standing in front of him. The Kid was alternating between the guys sucking one and then switching to the other. He was trying to get both cocks in his mouth at the same time but there was no way he could do that. While he was watching that he dropped his shorts and began to feel his cock and pinch his nipples. A guy cam up behind him and checked what was written on his ass. He told the Married guy “ Bend over slut “. The guy started pushing the Married guy over but there was little or no resistance and he bent over. He immediately felt a warm head of a cock pushing up his ass. This was what he needed to feel again. The Guy stared pumping in his ass. He asked the Married guy “ Want a hot POZ load in this cunt “ ? the Married guy didn’t have time to answer when the guy grabbed his hips and lunged forward. This caught the Married guy off guard and was about to say No but instead made a strange squealing noise when he felt the penetration and throbbing deep in his ass. The guy stayed up the Married guy’s ass and asked him if wanted some chem piss in this ass. Not realizing what he was answering he said “ Yes, please load me up “. The guy was happy to flood his guts with a cocktail of piss and mixed drugs. He pulled out and the Married guy was about to stand up when another voice said “ Not so Fast “. He felt anther cock going up his cunt and was enjoying it when he felt that the base was extremely thick. It was a wedge-shaped cock and when the guy bottomed out into the Married guy’s ass it hurt. It was splitting his ass wide open. He pumped the Married guy’s cunt for a few minutes. This was forcing the Chem piss deeper into his guts and the Married guy once again could feel his head starting to spin. The guy stopped and said “ Sorry, I already shot a couple bog POZ loads or I would have donated it to you, But I can add to the mess in your butt “. He stopped and then once again the Married guy cold feel the warm swelling in his as, but this time it wasn’t unpleasant, and he was actually loving it. He was now hooked on taking piss up his ass. This was something he would be asking for whenever he played. The guy that was up his ass stayed there for a while after, He said “ You have a great ass, It is twitching all around my cock “. His cock was starting to lose his size and was about to slide out of the stretched, slippery hole. The Married guy was panting, his heart was racing and he had a craving that was unreal. The cock came out and the Married guy finally was able to stand up. Cum and piss ran out of this ass, down his legs and all over his shorts. He pulled his shorts up and they felt like he just came out of the pool, just this time it was the smell of cum and piss. He left and wandered to his car to go home. It would be interesting to see how he would explain the smelly shorts and the words on his backside. The Kid was still on his knees servicing guys that walked up to him. One had the Kid’s head and was roughly skull fucking him.

Part 21: Pastor Kline's Conversion I walked into my office several days after our four-way with a noticeable waddle, my ass still hurting from Peter’s vigorous fucking. After he filled me, Peter took a few minutes to recover and then fucked Pastor Kline. Dominic fucked me for a while, adding to the cum which was dripping out of my ass. After hours of sex, we were all sweaty, the apartment smelling strongly of testosterone. “I never knew it could feel like this,” Peter said. “What did it feel like with Lewis?” I asked. “Great,” Peter said, “but I was his first. He really didn’t have a handle on anything.” “Did he at least try blowing you?” Dominic asked. “Not really,” Peter said. “We’ll train him,” Dominic said. “Pastor Kline will give him lessons on technique.” “Happily,” Pastor Kline said. Peter and Pastor Kline left soon after, returning to their wives. It took some time for them to clean themselves up, showing no signs of just having had incredible sex. “If you ask me,” Dominic said, returning to the bed where I was waiting, cum dripping out of my ass, soaking the sheets which were already drenched from our sweaty bodies, “I think there’s something in the water at your church. You’ve got gay men popping out of the woodwork left and right.” “Maybe it’s you,” I told him, reaching out and rubbing my hand over his chest. “Maybe we just can’t resist someone as dominant as you.” “Maybe,” he said. I laughed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” I told him. “It’s just… I’m now just realizing how close your name is to dominant. You are the Dom in the relationship.” “And you are a ‘Ryder’ of dick,” he said, smiling. “We’re perfect for each other.” “I suppose we are,” I told him. “You know, when Peter was fucking me, I found myself wanting him real hard.” “Should I be jealous?” “No,” I told him. “I wish he could join us, actually.” “Sounds hot,” Dominic said. “Unlikely, but hot. He is married after all.” “True. What do you think they’ll do now? Peter and Pastor Kline? When they convert, what will happen? How will they hide it?” “Neither fucks their wife,” Dominic said. “They’ll have to decide later on what they’ll do with medication, but, for now, it’s all sex and poz cum.” “Are you on meds?” I asked him. “I was for a while,” Dominic said. “I stopped once I knew I wanted your ass.” “How sweet,” I said, grabbing his nipple and pinching hard. “I guess I’ll have to figure out medication at some point too.” “But not now,” Dominic said. “For now, all I want is for you to blow your load in my mouth. Got it?” I nodded. ### “Good morning, Pastor Ryder,” the church secretary said. “Good morning.” I passed Pastor Kline’s office and found the lights off. “Where’s Pastor Kline?” I asked. “Sick,” she said. “He called this morning saying he has the flu and won’t be in all week.” “Oh,” I said, stopping myself from smiling. “He just needs our prayer,” she said. “He sure does,” I said. As soon as I was in my office I called Pastor Kline’s number. “Hello?” a groaning voice said. “It’s Will,” I said, my voice low. “I just heard you’re sick.” “Sure am,” Pastor Kline said. “Do you think it could be… well, you know.” “Most likely,” I told him. “Look, I’ll be over in a day or two to check on you. I’ll call Dominic and make sure he knows. He’ll let you know everything you need to do to get through this.” “Thanks, Will,” he said. “I was starting to think it would never happen.” As soon as I ended the call I called Dominic. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Positive,” I said. “Well, I guess we don’t know that part yet, but you know what I mean.” “I’ll call Dr. Wade and make an appointment for him.” “You’ll have to give yourself another tally mark,” I said. “Seems so. Heard anything from Peter?” “Not yet,” I told him. “All we need to do now is get Peter to bring Lewis into our little gang. Then, we’ll move onto Pastor Kline’s son.” “Lewis won’t be much of a problem,” I said. “Pastor Kline’s son will be the challenge.” “We’ll make it happen.” Two days later I visited Pastor Kline. “The poor thing is so sick,” Mrs. Kline said. “I’ve barely been able to get anything done, trying to keep him going.” “If you want,” I told her, “I’ll stay here with him for a few hours if you want to go out and do some shopping.” “Would you do that?” “Of course,” I told her. Once she was gone, I went into their bedroom, finding Pastor Kline looking deathly ill. Shit, I thought. Had I looked like this? Pastor Kline’s eyes opened, a smile forming once he recognized me. “Will. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. “You’ve looked better.” “Is my wife nearby?” he asked. “No. She just left to go shopping. I told her I would look after for you’re a while.” “Good,” he said. “Fuck. Did you feel this bad?” “Almost,” I told him. “In a few days, you’ll get super horny.” “I’m horny now,” he said, his hand moving beneath the covers and rubbing his crotch. “Do you want some help?” I asked. “If you don’t mind,” he said. I pulled down the covers and slipped down his underwear, revealing his growing cock. It was true that Pastor Kline’s dick was nothing special, but it was hot knowing I was holding the cock of a man of God. A man who had poz blood coursing through his veins, converting his body. As if my thought entered his mind, Pastor Kline’s cock started to stiffen in my hand. I ran my thumb over the head, smearing precum. “That feels amazing,” Pastor Kline moaned. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, sending waves throughout his body. I held his balls in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his scrotum and pulling down. “I’m not going to let you cum yet,” I said. “We’ve got a while until your wife gets back.” “I’m all yours,” he said. I swallowed his dick, taking it all with ease. I had to pace myself, slowly moving my tongue along his shaft, applying just enough pressure to keep him hard but not enough to make him cum. After nearly an hour my jaw was getting sore. “Ready to cum?” I asked him. “Always,” he moaned, running his hand through my hair. He smiled. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I just never imagined I would ever see you sucking my dick.” “Well, a few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought I would be,” I told him, licking the head, a string of precum stretching out and landing in my beard. He moved his thumb along my face, wiping up the precum and inserting it in my mouth. “I’ve wanted you ever since you were hired,” Pastor Kline said. "Why?" I asked. "I know I'm sort of good looking-" "Try fucking hot," Pastor Kline said, straining to laugh. "You remind me of a man I went to college with years ago. Fuck, I wanted him. I almost tried to corner him one night, but I stopped myself. God, if I saw him again..." "You'd fuck his brains out?" "I'd get as much out of him as I could," Pastor Kline said. "Back when we hired you, I think I was hoping for another chance." "Well," I told him, "you got it." He ran his hand along my face, fingers moving over my beard. “I used to stay up late, wait for my wife to fall asleep, and think about you fucking me.” “Dreams come true,” I said. He smiled. “Sometimes, I’d fantasize about you and my son taking turns fucking me. Then you’d fuck him, taking both of us.” “You’ve really got something for your son, don’t you?” “He’s just so handsome,” Pastor Kline said. “I know he’s my son, but don’t you get it? You fucked your brother. Wasn’t that a special connection?” “It was,” I admitted, thinking back, crossing a line so few crossed. I still hadn't heard from Jay, and an anger still remained, but there was no denying the fact that what had happened between us had been incredible. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. I also don’t want you to risk your relationship. What if you make a move, and you’re wrong?” “I know,” he said. “We’re just gonna need to get Lewis on our side first. If anyone’s got a shot, it’s him.” “Peter’s working on that,” I said. I watched as Pastor Kline closed his eyes, low moans escaping his lips. “Keep your eyes closed,” I told him. I stood up and pulled down my pants and underwear, my cock already hard. I climbed up on the bed and situated myself between his legs, hoisting them up over my shoulders, revealing his hole. “I want you to imagine I’m your son. Say whatever it is you’d want to say to him. Got it?” Pastor Kline nodded. I spit in my hand and rubbed it along my dick and on his hole. I pressed my head against his opening and pushed inside, moving beyond the resistance and causing him to shudder and gasp. “Oh, Will,” he said. “No,” I told him, pushing harder, forcing more of myself inside. “Not Will.” “Ryan,” he moaned, his hands reaching up to his nipples which he started to twist. Having fucked Pastor Kline many times before, I knew what made his body lose control. I knew what would make him cum from just his ass. I knew what would make him feel what he had always wanted to feel: his son fucking him. “Is this what you want, Dad?” I whispered, shoving myself deep inside him, his back arching, hands shaking. “Am I making you feel good?” “Yes, Son.” “Do you like knowing that the dick that you made is inside you?” “Yes.” “Is it filling you?” “It’s so big.” “Do you want me to breed you?” “I need your cum.” “How badly?” “I need it so bad. I need it deep inside me, Son.” “Will you be my pig?” “Forever.” “Will you give me your ass whenever I need it?” “It’s always yours.” My breathing was shallow, my orgasm rising. I reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling them up and over his head, pinning him down. His eyes opened, looking straight into mine. “You’re mine,” I said, slamming my dick hard into his ass, unloading deep. My arms shook, unable to hold my weight. I collapsed on his chest, both our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. I felt something wet around my stomach and looked down, seeing a small pool of cum beneath Pastor Kline’s dick. I lifted myself off him and scooped up his cum on my finger and stuck it in my mouth, my eyes meeting his as I savored his first poz load. “Fuck,” he moaned, smiling big. “I’ve never felt so bad but been so happy.” I collected more of his cum and dropped it into his mouth, watching as he licked his lips. “Taste good?” “Amazing,” he said. I pulled my dick out, watching as my cum squirted out on the sheets. “While I love the smell of men and sex,” I told him, “we probably should clean you up before your wife gets home.” “You’re right,” he said. “Just give me a second. I want to bask in this for a moment more.” I changed his sheets and helped him into the bathroom where he shit out my cum, much to his disappointment. I helped him shower and blew him again. Once he was clean and unable to cum anymore, I returned him to his newly made bed. “Do you think it’ll ever happen?” he asked me. “What?” “Ryan,” he said. “I want more than anything for him to fuck me.” “Well,” I said. “Remember how much you hoped I’d fuck you one day? That happened. Hell, we’ve fucked so many times, I’ve lost count.” “That’s true,” he said. After a few minutes he fell asleep. Not long after his wife returned. “How is he?” “Tired,” I told her. “I know a doctor to call should he get worse. Just let me know.” “Thank you, Will.” “My pleasure,” I said, smiling. ### “How is he?” Dominic asked. “Feeling sick,” I told him. “I kept him company.” “And by that you mean…” “I fucked him while pretending to be his son,” I said. “Then I tasted his first poz load and then fed him the rest. I also blew him.” “If only I had had you when I converted,” Dominic said, kissing me. My phone vibrated, revealing a call. I looked at the ID and found Jay's name. "Hello?" "Will," Jay's voice said over the phone, an excitement within the single word. "I've got some great news..." _________________________________________________________________________________________ As I said in my previous chapter post, we've reached the point of what I have written. I'm working on writing more, but life gets in the way. I'll be taking a short break so that I can get more written. I'm hoping this isn't a story that could go on forever, so I'm trying to figure out a good ending. What it will be, who knows. If you have ideas or there's something you want to see, please let me know. No promises they'll happen, but I love seeing your thoughts. Until our next Sermon, keep fucking.

Yo, this guy is a demigod. White 32 top full beard tats muscular very masculine looking a bit on the chub side 6 incher. 3 seconds after inserting into me he pulled out and started cumming. Upon feeling the first warm glob, I moved the fastest I've ever moved before, reaching around to grab the base of his cock and impaled myself onto it just in time to grab the second and subsequent shots. After that, he stayed hard while I milked his cock with my ass squeezing out what I thought was the last drop. Nope, like2 min later, hestarted thrusting and bam another load. Continued with a 3rd, 4th, 5th, each with pulsations that I could physically feel in me over the course what must have been like 40 minutes or so to my delight before he said he had to go. Not gonna lie, part of me was tempted to just tie him up and milk him like a cum cow the whole night. I feel like I stumbled upon an ultra rare poke-a-man. Incredible

Last week I reconnected with a hookup I had a month or two ago. Last time I met with him I had just come to give a quick blowjob but we had ended up fucking raw. He never came though so I never really felt fully satisfied from it. This time though I was horny after work and was just looking for some fun, and he messaged me on scruff asking if I’d be down to hook up with him and his buddy. Went over to their place, and ended up serving both of them for a good hour or two. They treated me as there own personal hole and made sure I always had either a cock in my mouth or a dick in my ass. His buddy had a pretty decent sized cock too, so bottoming for him was very enjoyable. His buddy would fuck me in the ass and he would fuck my mouth nonstop. He was very forceful and I really loved feeling used by them. The hottest thing was him telling his buddy to come in my ass and give me his load. His buddy ended up shooting inside my ass, and he fucked my ass with his buddy’s cum in there. His buddy had started to get hard and fuck me again but they ended up turning in not long after that. Still been getting used to playing raw more, and this was definitely a hot experience in glad I had. Loved the feeling of having my hole used.

Actually, the bill in Florida, and the bill introduced in Congress, are exactly "Don't say gay" bills - at least insofar as in the places they apply, such as schools. They pose as standards about "appropriateness" - a bunch of bullshit about how we shouldn't "sexualize" children and topics of "sexual orientation" shouldn't be discussed in schools below a certain grade. But they don't mean ALL sexual orientations - they mean LGBT ones. Because I guarantee you, no second grade teacher is ever going to get in trouble for mentioning that she has a husband, and no boy's PE coach will ever get in trouble for mentioning that he's got a girlfriend. A heterosexually married female teacher will never get in trouble for acknowledging to her students that she's expecting a child. What this is aimed at is not letting LGBT teachers acknowledge having a same-sex partner - an acknowledgement that presents no problem if the partner is the opposite sex, because small-minded bigots want to control what their children think about such issues. If they're presented with a positive role model in a school setting, their iron-clad religious grip on the child's thought process may loosen. And THAT boils down to "don't say gay" - just don't mention it, or else you're likely to lose your job.

fucked twice Saturday night

It’s nine thirty in the morning on the Friday leading into Memorial Day weekend and I’m in about the last place I expected to be this morning; lying in a sling, my legs pointed to Jesus with a hot Russian-born man I met all of 17 minutes ago long-dicking me raw with his 9-inch uncut fuckmeat. I look up at the wooden slats in the garage roof and wonder how many other fuckboys have looked up at them before from this same position. “You like that, fucker?” the man rawdogging me asks. “Fuckin’ love it, don’t stop,” I say, even though I have a conference call for work in 15 minutes. “Then fucking open up for me!” “Tryin,” I insist. “I didn’t get fucked much during the pandemic.” “We’ll have to work on that,” he says with a grin then pounds away even harder. ++++ I met this guy through an app, which is how a lot seed-swappers connect these days. But it wasn’t a hook up app, like Grindr or Scruff. No, I owe interior whitewash I’m minutes away from getting to get to the app Offer Up. It started innocently enough. +++++ My neighborhood cross fit box didn’t survive the pandemic and instead of running out a finding another one or joining an overpriced gym, I thought I’d try to improve the home gym set-up in my garage. I log onto Offer Up, which is like a garage sale in your phone—to see if anyone near me is selling any gym equipment. I find a set of three used kettle bells being sold by someone named Vitaly45 who lives about 20 minutes away. I make an offer. He accepts. I have just enough time to pick them up and get back home before my conference call for work. It’s chilly out so I throw on a shiny black down Moncler puffer vest over a black long-sleeved Underarmour compression shirt, and a pair of royal blue three-stripe Adidas tights and head out. Vitaly45’s house is your basic suburban tract house. He advised me by text to "park across the street in front of the church" because his side has street cleaning today and he wouldn’t want me to get a ticket for a five minute stop. Thoughtful. I pull up in front of the church and text, “Here.” “Come around back to garage,” he texts back. I walk around to the side of the house, round the corner and the first thing I see inside the garage is the sweaty, rippling back of a olive-skinned man doing chin ups from a bar hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he knocks out rep after rep. He’s got the V shape of a Men’s Fitness model but he’s a bit thick, too, like a man with a healthy appetite. His legs are like tree trunks, hanging down below a sweat-soaked pair army green silkies. He grunts out the rest of his reps and then drops to the floor. “Hey,” I say. “Oh hey,” he says. “I’m here for the—“ he turns around and the front of him is so fucking hot, the word ‘kettlebells’ flies right out of head, “the, um, things…that you swing…” He smiles like someone who’s used to driving people to distraction. “I think the word you’re looking for is kettlebells.” “Right, yes,” I say. “They’re right over here.” He leads me to the corner where a three gunmetal gray kettle bells—a 35 pounder, a 25 pounder and a 15 pounder—sit in a row on the ground. They’ve clearly gotten a lot of use. “These are perfect,” I say. “Why are you getting rid of them?” “I have another set and uh, those belonged to someone who isn’t in my life anymore.” Interesting. “Got it. Can I Venmo you?” “Sure,” he says. I find his Venmo account, enter the amount, type ‘Kettlebells’ then add an emoji of two cartoon men lifting together. Then, just before I hit send, something compels me to type #BBBH, the Bareback Brotherhood hashtag. He probably won’t see it until later, anyway. “Can I help you load ‘em into your car?” he asks. “Sure,” I say. Just hearing him say the word load makes my rod twitch in my tights. He picks up the 35 and 25 and I pick up the 15. He follows me out the gate, across the street to my SUV. I open in the back of the cluttered hatchback. “Excuse the mess,” I remark. I go to move my gym bag to make room for the weights. A small bottle flies out of the side pocket and skitters across the pavement. My new poppers. Vitaly lifts the toe of his shoe and stops it. Then he picks the bottle up and smiles at me. “Don’t want to let those get away. You never know when you’re gonna need them.” “Well, that was embarrassing,” I say reaching out to take the bottle. But he doesn’t let it go. He just smiles at me...devilishly. “Like who knows? You might be needing them in just a few minutes,” he says, holding my stare. My heart starts to race. And then I start to laugh. Hard. Out of nervous embarrassment. I can’t help it. “What’s so funny, popper boy?” he asks, confused. “It’s just um…I got out of a monogamous relationship a few months ago and the main reason I’m looking to step up my fitness is because, well, I want to have a slutty summer.” “So what does that mean, specifically, that you want to have sex with lots of guys?” "How are you so sure it's guys?" "Bitch, please," he says. And then I'm laughing again. “So yeah, I want to have sex with more guys. I came of age in the 90's...and I was pretty freaked out about sex and a missed out a lot. Now I want to make up for lost time." “Does that mean like multiple hookups a day?” “Sure,” I say. “Or maybe multiple guys at once? “Sure.” “I think that’s a worthy pursuit. Do you take loads?” The way he says that, as casually as if were asking if I’d like a cup of coffee, makes my hole twitch. “Because that’s where everyone is right now. Everyone hot, anyway. A slutty summer where you don’t take loads isn’t really a slutty summer at all, is it? The only person I’ve ever cum inside and whose ever cum inside me is my ex. But breeding is all I think about, all I want to see in porn, all I want to do now. I look Vitaly in the eye and say— “Yes, I take loads. Give them, too. What’s the point if you’re not gonna swap cum?” “Morning, Father Vincenzo,” says Vitaly, looking over my shoulder. Oh shit, who is he talking to? I turn around to see a Catholic priest, with the white collar and whole bit. He looks like Stanley Tucci circa The Devil Wears Prada. He waves to my kettlebell buddy. “Morning, Vitaly,” the priest says. I wait for the priest to disappear into the church then lean in and whisper. “Do you think Father McHot-ass heard what we were saying," I ask, "about taking and giving loads?” “Don’t know,” says Vitaly. “Maybe you bring that up to him at your next confession.” I smile and get momentarily lost in Vitaly’s brown bedroom eyes, then I hear a notification ding on my phone. “Look, I have to be on a conference call in 15 minutes. I better get going.” "Going?" he says. "No. Is it audio or video?” “What does it matter?” I ask. “Because if it’s just audio,” he says, stepping closer and pulling the drawstring on my tights toward him, “you can be on your unimportant call, while I focus on what’s really important; eating, fucking and breeding your hole. Video would make that trickier though not impossible.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to do. My cock and hole are not conflicted, however. The former is rock-hard and the latter is hungry and twitching. “Look,” he says, with a wicked grin. “Do you really want to make up for lost time or was that just talk?" I think back to the goal I made for myself just last night: quit fantasizing and start fucking. And the most central component of the new leaf I want to turn over is cum. Jizz. Sperm. Semen. Giving it and taking it. The exchange of seed. And here is a smoking hot barebacker offering to start me off with a fresh batch of stranger spunk. I look down at my phone. The conference call is in 13 minutes. “Let’s go,” I say to Vitaly. ++++ And now it’s 10 minutes later and I’m getting rawdogged by Vitaly in a sling that hangs from the same bar in his garage he was doing pull-ups on when I arrived. It took him two minutes to hang it during which time, I got naked…two more minutes to eat my hole open. Then he pulled his cuntflooder out of the leg of his silkies and now he’s been inside me about five minutes, try to get my hungry but a-bit- out-of-practice fuckhole to let him all the way in. “Dude, if you want my load, you’re going to have to open up for me,” he grunts. “I’m trying, fucker,” I admit. “But your dick is fucking huge.” “Then maybe deep down you don’t want my cum inside you,” he taunts. “It’s fucking all I want!” I bark. “I gotta have your cum.” “Where are those poppers?” he asks. I crane my head to the pile of clothes I left on a bench; all the shiny, tight sports gear that’s always turned me on. “They should be in the pocket of the puffer vest,” I grunt. Vitaly pushes the sling away so I slide off his dick, then steps over to get the poppers. He brings me the poppers and the vest. “Here, put this back on. I have a fetish for hot guys in shiny gear.” This morning just keeps getting better and better. “Fuck yeah, man. Me, too.” I lean up and slip the vest over my naked torso. The nylon feels so silky and smooth on my skin. I lean back into the sling and open up the poppers. “You ready, stud?’ I ask. “Fuck yeah,” says Vitaly. “Take a big hit and I’ll go balls deep in one stroke.” I inhale. The poppers work their magic and the next thing I know, Vitaly is inside me to the hilt. “Fuck, I feel so fucking full,” I say. Vitaly starts to thrust….never coming quite all the way out. The sling rocks back and forth. I roll my head back and see Vitaly’s back yard with its tall hedge. We left the garage door open for the breeze. Vitaly assures me it’s pretty private back here but who knows? The entire neighborhood could be watching and listening to this man I just met bareback me. “Damn, I can already feel my nuts starting to churn, fucker,” Vitaly says. "How many days?" I ask. "Dude, you are so in luck," he says. "My mother was in town visiting. She ran me ragged so I didn't have time to jack off let alone, fuck any hole. I literally dropped her off at the airport two hours ago." "So?" "Six days worth," he says. "I shoot pretty huge anyway...so your hole's getting fucking deluged." "Will we need to call FEMA?" "Possibly," he says. Then he reaches into the pocket of my Moncler vest and hands me my cell phone. “Don’t you have a conference call in about a minute?” he asks. “Hold on. You’re suggesting I go on it while I’m getting barebacked in your sling?” “No, stupid,” he says. “The sling's too noisy. We can fuck on the mat during your call.” He pulls out of me with a plop. “Damn, I feel so empty now,” I say. “Not for long,” he says, pulling me up. I plop down on the mat and lay on my back. “No, all fours,” he says. “Doggie.” I get on all fours and arch my back. I feel his cockhead breach my pucker. “Poppers,” he says. I take a hit of poppers and then bam…he’s back inside to the hilt. I close my eyes in ecstasy and when I open them, I notice he’s positioned us in front of a full-length mirror. I can watch my body shudder while Vitaly fucks me. I can see his glorious torso heave and sweat and his handsome face contort in pleasure. He hands me my phone. “Conference call, pigboy,” he says. “We don’t want your Slutty Summer starting off with you getting fired.” “Well, slow your strokes then,” I plead. “I can barely speak with you thrusting like that.” He changes his pace to a very slow and measured long strokes, innnnnn and outtttttt, innnnnn and ouuuuuuuuttt. Fuck, his cockhead is hitting all my spots. I’m leaking precum like a faucet all over the mat. I hold my phone up for face recognition. It doesn’t recognize me with my face contorted in ecstasy. I enter my six-digit code. Then I scroll to the email with the conference code link and click into the meeting. Vitaly smiles like a devil in the mirror as I awkwardly announce myself to the meeting room. I’m not the last to arrive. Good. My immediate superior is. Also good. For the next twenty minutes, I listen and occasionally speak as my company conducts its usual business, all the while Vitaly is sliding in and out inside me, then periodically pulling out to feast on my hole. What’s happening on the call couldn’t be more boring…while what's happening in my hole is pure bliss. When a question is raised on the call related to my specific area, my supervisor asks me to expound a bit. I close my eyes and try to focus on forming words and sentences…and not on the gorgeous hunk of man raw-fucking me at 9:45 on a Friday morning. “So in my experience…” I start into my spiel, pulling facts and figures out of my ass. Not literally, of course. My ass is otherwise engaged. After about two minutes of non-stop monologue-ing, Vitaly smacks my ass playfully and I totally lose my train of thought. “You still there?” a co-worker asks. “Yes, sorry. Just lost the connection for a second.” Then Vitaly goes from eating me back to fucking me and suddenly all is right with the world. “…so that’s what I think the company’s position should be but if you all have other opinions, I’m wide open…” I wink in the mirror as I say that…wanting Vitaly will pick up on the double meaning . Yep, I’m wide open all right…more open than I’ve ever been. And with a guy I just met a few minutes ago. As my supervisor starts into one of his supposedly motivational speeches, I close my eyes and savor the fuck. When I open them a few fuck-eat-fuck rounds later, I gasp out loud. The man gently fucking me in the mirror is not Vitaly. Vitaly is behind the man, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. No, the man fucking me is Father Vincenzo from across the street. He still has is collar on. In fact, he’s totally dressed, with his glistening cock--a bit fatter that Vitaly’s but not as long--sticking out of the fly of his slacks. I look to Vitaly and give him a look like You’re seriously whoring me out now? Vitaly walks to the corner of the garage and picks up the small white dry erase board he uses to track his sets and reps with. He grabs a black marker, scrawls something and holds it up to me. The letters are backwards in the mirror. I can't make it out so he walks around in front of me while Father Vincenzo keeps up his slow strokes in my hole. His dick is right in my face. He replaces it with the board. “Slutty summer? Y or N?” it says. While I listen to my boss drone on, I grab the board from Vitaly and write my own message while his hard cock hovers inches from my face. “Fucking breed me,” I write. Vitaly takes the pen and writes below my message. “Already did once…" My eyes go wide. You fucking bred me? I mouth to him. He nods yes, then writes, "One load..." on the board, then adds in all caps: "SO FAR." Boy, he didn’t let on at all. It must have been one of those stealth breedings fuckers do when the bottom says he doesn’t want to take the load. The difference in this case is I definitely wanted the load. It's just that my work obligations kept me from audibly begging for it. I move the phone away and whisper to Vitaly, “Didn’t even feel it. Must not have been that big” Vitaly shakes his head then walks around behind me, gently moves Father Vincenzo out of the way and starts eating my freshly bred hole. I relax so that if there is a load in there, it’ll ooze out. I definitely feel wetness…but I figured it was just lube and pre-cum. After a minute or so of eating me out, Vitaly and Vincenzo come together in front of me and drop to their knees. Though I'm still supposed to be engaged in a work call, I watch riveted as these two red-hot fuck-studs start to open mouth kiss. Soon, there it is…a huge white chunk of jizz escaping from Vitaly’s mouth onto Vincenzo’s tongue. More continues to ooze out, dripping out of the corner of Vitaly's mouth like beads on a chandelier. Vincenzo catches as much of it as he can and then the two studs snowball it back and forth. Vitaly’s about to swallow the biggest chunk but he doesn’t. Instead, he coats his index finger with it and coats my lips with it, like it’s some kind of healing balm, which in a way it is. He drags a finger up to my mustache so that the smell of his manseed will be with me the rest of the day. Finally, my supervisor brings the call to a close with a friendly “Have a great holiday weekend everyone,” and we all sign off. I toss the phone onto the mat. “Oh fuck, man. That was torture,” I say. “I don’t know,” Vitaly says with a laugh. “I thought it was pretty fun. What did you think, Marco?" Father Vincenzo's first name must be Marco. Hot. "It was fun...and I definitely could have bred you a few times...but I tend to cum pretty loud when I'm breeding so I held off." "My co-workers thank you," I say. "But now that's done and it's time to dick you down proper," says Vitaly He slides his fuckstick back inside me with one stroke while Father Vincenzo walks around and shoves his fat cock down my throat. I can taste Vitaly's first load on the dick in my mouth. I groan around Marco's leaking log as Vitaly starts to pick up speed. His bull balls are slapping my ass and the sound echoes through the garage. “You ready to get bred?” he barks. “Again?” I pull my mouth of Marco's dick. “No man, I want you to fuck me longer,” I plead. “I'll try," he says and then a few fuck strokes later, he reneges. "Aw fuck, I can’t hold off! Your ass is too hot and wet. I gotta go for my breed.” “Then do it, stud! Fucking flood my hungry hole!" “Here it comes, bro. Milk me! I want you to feel every drop go inside you!” “Do it! Breed me! Breed my fucking hole!” “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGHHH! UNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNGH!” This time, I feel it; rope after rope after rope of Vitaly’s studcum jet into my spasming asshole. He made sure his first load was undetectable—so to speak—but this one feels like a fire extinguisher going off inside me. I welcome every single sperm cell into my writhing, sweaty, nylon-clad body. After Vitaly and I catch our breath, Marco, who is now naked, stands behind Vitaly and caresses his heaving pecs. “Pull out slowly so no cum comes out,” Marco says. “I want to get him back in the sling to eat out your load before I breed him with mine.” “How many days worth?” Vitaly wonders. “Five,” he says. “Hear that, stud? Our man of the cloth here has a five-day load for your hole. I guess he's pretty busy saving sinners and stuff so it builds up.” I smile up at Father Vincenzo and say, “Seed me father for I have sinned.” That gets a laugh out of all of us. I try to rise from the mat and get weak-kneed from the pile-driving I’ve been taking. Vitaly catches me in his arms, then literally hoists me up so I'm straddling him. "Keep that pucker tight," Marco barks. In this position, it would be so easy to just open up and cause a flash flood on the mat. Instead I contract my hole. Vitaly plops me in the sling. While Father Vincenzo eyes my fuckhole and strokes his throbbing cock, Vitaly places my right foot in a stirrup, then the left. Then he grabs Vincenzo by the cock and guides him to my hole. “Not yet,” Vincenzo says. “I want to felch out your load.” And that he does…for about five minutes, which Vitaly decides to catch on video. Oh fuck, is he getting my face? At this point, I don’t fucking care. After his felch-fest, Father Vincenzo stands up and rams his cock into my hot wet hole. “Ah fuck,” I groan. “Your dick is so thick. It feels so fucking good.” Vitaly goes to stand behind Vincenzo. He whispers in his ear as he fucks, getting up to speed with my story. “Randy isn’t a very seasoned seedswapper,” he explains, "but he wants to be…desperately. He doesn't want a single day to go by without give or receiving a butt-breeding. It's that right, Randy?" "Every day?" I say. "That seems like a lot. I get busy." "It sounds like you need to readjust your priorities," Vitaly says. "Ak, fuck," gasps Marco. "I'm getting close." "Pull out!" Vitaly demands, pulling Vincenzo back by his shoulders. His cock is red, raging and drooling cocksnot all over the mat. "Randy, if you want my buddy Marco's load, you need to spell out right here and right now exactly what kind of slutty summer you want to have." "Okay," I gasp. “Do you want to go to bathhouses, right?” “Fuck yes!” I proclaim. “And sex parties?” “Yes.” "You're gonna be on Breeding Zone and Bareback RT every day, cruising for cock, cum and hole?" "Yes!" "And you're gonna let me text you with assignments that you have to complete? Slut School is in session, fucker, and you'll do anything to please your teacher, right?" "Fuck yes," I gasp. "Just someone fill my guts with more cum!" Father Vincenzo slides back in but Vitaly pushes right up behind him so he can't thrust. "Make him beg," Vitaly whispers in Marco's ear. "Beg for it!” Vincenzo pants, like a man in a trance. "Beg for my fucking spunk." “Give me your seed, father. Add to the monster loads that are already in there. Breed me!” The growling starts deep in Vincenzo’s throat. “GRRRRRRRRRR.” Then erupts in a series of loud groans. “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! Ah, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m flooding your cunt! Take it, pig! Aw, shit, it’s still coming!” “I want it all!” I plead. “Keep seeding me! Paint my guts! “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAghhhhhhhhhhh!” Just then, without me even touching it, my own cock starts to erupt its cocksnot all over my puffer vest and abs. Vitaly dives gets my cockhead in his mouth in time to taste the last two spurts. “Awwwww fuuuuucccckkkk!” I groan, shuddering. As I come down, Vitaly nurses my cockhead slurping up every drop of cum. Vincenzo churns his load for a bit, then snakes out and dives down to my hole to check his work with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my pucker and pokes his tongue into my hole over and over. “Give me back that seed,” he says. Not having a very seasoned cumtunnel, I'm not sure what muscles to try and relax. Instead. I just visualize the loads sliding out of me and sure enough, it works. I hear Vincenzo groan with pleasure as he felches me out. When he pulls back and stands up, I can see my cummed-up fuckhole in the mirror, all wet and juicy and raw. “Grab my phone, Vitaly,” I say. “I need a shot of my wrecked hole.” Vitaly snaps a few shots of my happy cumhole. Click. Click. Click. “Hashtag hole goals,” he quips. “I’m getting some shots of your stomach too because that shiny vest looks so hot with your jizz all over it.” Click. Click. Click. ++++ A few minutes later, all three of us are dressed again. I'm wearing the cummed-up Moncler vest on top with no shirt underneath. We let Vincenzo walk back out on his own first, so as not to raise any eyebrows. “Later brothers,” he says before walking back to plan that Sunday's mass. Then Vitaly and I walk back at my car. I have a swagger now that I didn't have before. This could truly be the beginning of a major transformation, especially if Vitaly is as into monitoring my slut progression as he seems. “I feel like I got a really good deal on these kettle bells,” I say. “You think so, huh?” Vitaly says. “Oh yeah. I’ll definitely give you a high rating on the Offer Up app.” Vitaly pulls something from behind his back that I didn’t realize he was carrying. “Here’s a little bonus item.” He hands me the white board. He pulls out his phone, stands next to me and before I have time to think about anything, snaps a selfie of the two of us holding the board which still has “FUCKING BREED ME!” written on it in my handwriting and “ALREADY DID ONCE” in Vitaly’s below it. Then he hands me his phone. “Type in your number and I’ll text you that pic,” he instructs. “And the other clips I shot, too. Don't worry, I won't share or post anywhere, unless you decide that should be part of your slutty summer project.” “I would appreciate that,” I say. "Look," he says. "I think you're really hot and fun and I'm really turned on by the idea of being like your...I don't know what the term would be... "Fuck Coach," I offer. "I like that," he says, then puts his hand under my nylon vest and caresses by chest and stomach. "I'm serious about it if you are." I feel my breath catch in my throat. I just nod. Yes. Vitaly grabs a towel from my hatchback and wipes the whiteboard clean. Then he uncaps the marker he brought and draws a line straight down the middle of the board. He writes LT on side and LG on the other, then he makes three small hashmarks under the LT. “LT is for Loads Taken. LG is for Loads Given. Right now it’s at zero. We’re not counting the one you shot because it didn’t go inside another pig…but it does look awfully sexy splattered all over that vest.” He pinches a glob of seed off the nylon and sucks it off his fingers. “I want this board filled up by Labor Day," he says. "What do you say to that?" I say, "Yes, Fuck Coach."

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?” …

Poz dick and cum to those who wants it. Go back on meds next week. Will be at Hank's today (afternoon) and maybe Sat or Sun depending on response. Can't be afraid to play in front of others. Poppers are ok but no cigarettes pls. Bare naked cum trading fun.

Your post is ambiguous, because it's unclear what you mean by "it". If you mean "I just got approved for PrEP, but I want to take PrEP, too", then there is no problem. Get on it. If you mean "I just got approved for PrEP, but I want to get HIV, too", then your post belongs in the Bug Chasing forum on this site, not the health section. Basically, if this latter construction is what you mean, then the advice you get will be based on where you post. Here in the health section, the point is to encourage the use of PrEP to avoid getting HIV, and there are very extensive discussions of the problems you can face as an HIV+ man. Basically, you're signing yourself up for a lifetime of expensive health care, which practically no one can afford without some sort of health insurance (be it an employer plan, an individual plan, or a government-financed one. You'll be at heightened risk for all sorts of complications for the rest of your life (because HIV medications not infrequently take a toll on other parts of your body). Despite a vastly better educated populace than we had in, say, 1985, substantial numbers of potential partners (romantic or sexual) will reject you because of your HIV status. If you have dreams of world travel, there are places where you won't be admitted if you truthfully answer questions about your HIV status, and if you lie and they figure it out because you're carrying HIV medication in your luggage, some of those places will arrest you for trying to enter their country illegally. (Thankfully, this is becoming rare, but it's not unknown even today). This isn't to say you must get on PrEP. It's a personal decision. But as I've said many times here, there will always be idiots in the Bug Chasing forums talking about "brotherhood" and deep spiritual meanings behind sharing DNA and all kinds of other bullshit. That "brotherhood" isn't going to be taking care of you when you get your first serious opportunistic infection. They're not going to pay your insurance bill to keep your treatment going when you change jobs and have a gap in coverage, or when you lose your job and you can't get coverage because you don't live in a state with expanded Medicaid (and COBRA coverage is far too expensive). "Brotherhood" in the poz community seems (to me) to be mostly a bunch of jack-offs online indulging in the fantasy that you're all connected because of your shared HIV experience, and it manifests itself mostly in people showing off biohazard tattoos. And look - I get it; the erotic appeal is much like the appeal inherent in things like vampire legends, the seduction of someone into permanently changing something key about himself, a change that wreaks a fundamental reconstruction of the body' But at the end of the day, all it really means is that you now have an incurable disease, one that for the overwhelming majority of people will eventually kill them if they stop treatment (and by eventually I mean far younger than would otherwise be the case). Thanks to science, it's possible to ward off that death sentence to the point that most people with HIV on treatment will die of something else before they reach that point. But the key there is treatment, something that's expensive and can't be stopped if you want it to remain effective.

My hole is to dry. I need to get it wet 😏🤤

Thank you. I hope to experience more.

Be forewarned: bare cock is super addicting!

My name is Peter, a top with height 188 cm , muscled with an8.5" thick and cut. It all started when I was in my twenties, I had aboyfriend but used to chat online but never met anybody. Every night, I used tosign in on one of the chatting websites and spend all night chatting with guysinto the weirdest and hottest things we might get into if we meet. Then one night I started chatting with an older guy (Jerry) whohappened to have a huge crush on my pictures and insisted on meeting me. Iwasn't interested at all as he was double my age and he wasn't my type at all.But he kept insisting and I kept rejecting, until one day I discovered myboyfriend cheating on me. I returned home putting in my mind that I want to cheat onhim also. I logged in the website and put "looking to meet now". Thesame old guy responded and told him it's his lucky day. We exchanged phonenumbers and 20 minutes later I was on my way to his place. When I reached my senses started returning back to me and Iwas thinking what am I doing. But my anger was stronger so after 10 minutes Iwas outside his door knocking. A nice hot mid forties guy opened the door wearinga robe. We kissed and he let me in. I was really shy and little embarrassed buthe was really gentle and told me he wouldn't proceed if I don't want to. I toldhim no its fine but I am little shy. He laughed and asked me if I want a coke, I told him yes. Hebrought two cups of coke and I drank it in one shot without stop. He then toldme he put some G in the glass to make me relaxed. After a while I startedfeeling relaxed we went to his room where it was the best room I have ever seenwith all equipments including huge screen, lots of dolidos, jocks, wide rangeof leather jocks and straps, handcuffs and of course a leather sling. I wasshocked but happy with what I am seeing. He asked me how am I feeling, I said I am good and feelinghorny. He asked me if I wanna parTy andplay all night. I told him I am free for the next 48 hours, he grinned . Thenhe asked me if I am happy with what I am seeing, I told him yes. The he went downstairs for 5 minutes and he brought a smallbag with white stuff inside it. he asked me if i smoke T, I told him yes eventhough I didn't have any idea about what he was talking. He put some of thiswhite powder in the glass pipe and told me to smoke. I told him I have no clue.He started teaching me and within the next 10 minutes I was smoking it bymyself. After a while I didn't feel anything from the T but then it startedhitting me as I started shaking and wasn't able to put lighter under the glasspipe. At this stage I was feeling the other guy stripping me piece by piece.Then he started licking all my body from top to bottom while I kept smoking. Mybody was tingling in an erotic way and was very horny. I started stripping himand licking all his body until we were both naked. He then gave me a viagra anda very tight jockstrap and he wore a jockstrap also. At this stage I was veryhorny and willing to do anything with this guy. Jerry started to lick all overmy body and when he reached my nipples I was moaning very load that he went crazylicking my nipples and I went crazy moaning. Then he reached my balls andstarted licking them, then he brought a rope and tied my big 8.5 cockcompletely and also my balls stopping blood to my cock. This drove me crazy andI started tongue kissing him. Then he brought the pipe and we started smoking,then he took a big hit and kissed me deep for long 5 minutes. I was flyinghigh, I pushed him on the bed and started licking his body sucking him all overand touching him in places that drove him crazy. He was shaking and playingconstantly with my nipples, this drove me crazy with me sucking his cock andhim squeezing my cock harder with the rope. Jerry then untied my cock and we took 69 position suckingeach other. Jerry asked me for my piss and we went to the bathroom and he drankall my piss directly from the tab. The I took his piss also deep inside mymouth which made me more horny. With all the piss in my system I startedfucking him deep inside and he started moaning really load in pleasure. Icontinued for the next half an hour fucking him continuously until I cameinside him. It was the strongest feeling as I shouted as if it was the firsttime ever I came. I started sucking my cum from his ass and he jerked also. Weate all the cum mine and his and swallowed it until the last drop. We took a shower and asked me if I slammed before. I told him never. He said this will take me into different world. He went to the bag and started preparing two syringes. To be continued.....

I love femboys and trans girls. They work hard to be sexy, are as slutty as the sluttiest girls, give up their pussies EASY and are talented at getting the load out of a mans balls. Plus as a straight man with a taste for the forbidden, pussyboys are just the right mixture of cumdump and little girl to make me wanna fuck that asshole or sit back and watch it blow me. And using femboys to get off is always so easy, and NSA (except for the rentgirls when they are working) and I have yet to meet one that doesn’t take it bareback. The best thing that ever happened to my cock is was my son turning out to be a femboy cumslut.

If u manage to stick your dick in me raw. Keep going to the job is complete

Do you also have fun playing Russian roulette with a loaded pistol? It’s not more “exciting”, it’s just more risky, and more foolhardy. The consequences can far, far outweigh any “fun” that might be had. To the OP: If you’re going to fuck bare, you will always be at risk of catching something. That’s the price of the ticket. You can reduce the risk, but you cannot eliminate it. Saying you want to bareback without risking an STD is like saying you want to go skydiving without jumping out of an airplane. If you aren’t willing to risk it, don’t do it. It’s as simple as that.

Had a really good experience tonight. In Scotland this weekend, hooked up with a mid 30s guy who lived in a small flat near the top of a tower block in the north of Glasgow. He was a nice-looking guy, small, and dark haired with a nice smile and a really fit arse and I really enjoyed his company. He told me he had been street homeless for a while before he got the flat and he was so proud of it - he had hardly any furniture, but the place was as neat as a pin. All he had in the bedroom was a single mattrass on the floor - and that's where I fucked him. We sucked each other for a while and then I got him on his knees and pushed my tongue up his fit, hairy arsehole - he loved it. He'd already told me he wasn't on Prep, but liked it bare, so I lubed him up and pushed my cock up his arse. He was really tight and was a great fuck. He was really into being fucked and was moaning for me to fuck him harder and to breed him. I shot a nice big load right up him. Hoping to hook up with him again

Was there yesterday and blew a 20 day load deep in a guys ass. I do it as much as I can. Not the 10 day part that was totally not planned but had to get it out of my balls. What better place?

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

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

Thanks for your comments, guys. A new chapter cumming soon.

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

connor marched confidently down the sidewalk, his shoulder length black hair in the breeze, counting the houses along the way as he imagined his perfect first date. "abby" he nodded, fondly remembering the profile online. as he climbed the steps to the wood clad shotgun house he no sooner rapped against the door as it suddenly opened. "hey." remarked a sandy redheded guy in baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt. "is...abby here?" the boy smiled in response. "oh yeah! come on in my dude." Connor followed the young man down the narrow hall and into a living room as the television blared. "she literally just got into the shower. takes fucking forever...girls right?" connor nodded with a smile. "feel free to hang out and wait." Connor sat back on the futon and opened his phone. "Beer? its the end of the week, i always go for a cold one." The redhead thrust a can toward him. "sure" connor smiled as he sent a quick message to abby, letting her know he was waiting patiently, and settled back to watch the nonchalant redhead pick up his controller and dive back into whatever game was on the flatscreen. the minutes seemed to crawl slowly by as his once passing interest in the game gave way to struggling to even keep his head up. "Hey what did you say your name was again?" the boy remarked coldly as he stood up flipped the TV off. Connor struggled to dumbly squeeze out the first syllable of his name and as he slowly tried to rise from the couch, the red headed boy suddenly appeared before him face to face. "doesnt matter..." he muttered as he gently pressed a finger into the dazed boys chest, sending him crashing back onto the couch. Connor roused wide-eyed and with a sore head at the distant tintinabulation of oldies music. squinting in what appeared to be...another room? his heart began to pound as pieces of his situation came at him full speed. his eyes darting around, he appeared to be shackled to a..sling? stripped of his clothes. "someone fucking help me!!" he wailed, panic setting in as he rattled in futility against his padded restraints. but there came no response, only a low humming from the dark corner hall. "I'm as corny as Kansas in August.." Connors head darted about to try to locate the source of the oration. "High as a flag on...the Fourth of July..." came a slow refrain once again from the alto voice. "Hello?!?! who are you!?" Connor again strained his wrists as the trod of footsteps grew nearer. "No more a smart..." peeked from the darkness a 6'4 blonde boy with piercing green eyes and a shoulder bag, making his way closer. "little girl with no heart..." he strut forward theatrically a few steps, paused, and standing tall at the side of the sling leaned in to whisper, "I have found me a wonderful guy." Connor once again bellowed a cry for help, which was mockingly roared back with a smile, silencing his protest in shock. "It wouldnt be much of a dungeon, if people could hear you. Please try to calm down." the shapely boy stepped back to open his bag, sorting through various objects. "who are you? what is this? where is Abby." connor asked pensively. "Oh Im Corbin," the boy smiled a cheshire grin back to him once again, his pierced lips and nose glinting in the light. "Is that what we called her this time? how basic. Tiffany, now thats a name. I guess we didnt want to scare you off with too much formality." Corbin set his bag on the stand next to the captive young man and continued. "so...there never was one. My friends and I post these heartfelt little profiles online, and nice young men like yourself jump at them like flies to a bugzapper..." Corbin idly tugged at one of the chains as he continued. "See this weekend youre what we call the fuckstick. a free cock anyone can jump on and a hot little hole they can fill, no questions asked, and drain their balls all over you. I mean compared to online dating its perfect. no awkward hookups or small talk or status, just strrrrraddle the fuckstick and make it happen." Corbin beamed as he began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned alabaster abs, firm chest, and little black scorpion tattoo nestled just below his bellybutton. "im not gay." Connor protested obstinately. "I dont care mr..." Corbin fished out a wallet and peered into it, "connor. it doesnt matter." Corbin tossed the leather bifold aside and slid off his pants, picking up a large black marker. "I dont fuck dudes." connor roared once again in protest as the boy smirked, looming over his writhing form with ease and gripping a fistful of the boys long hair. "You fuck what i tell you to fuck, fuckstick." Corbin quickly sneered into his ear. "my name is Connor" the boy spat back as he was greeted with a slap across the face. "wrong. Connors not here this weekend, what is your name?" Corbin paused to watch the boy spit on him. "yummo..but not the right answer. what is your name?" Corbin wiped the spit from his face and into his mouth before winding up and slapping the boy again. As anger gave way to frustration, Connor shouted one last time in desparation, only to be rewarded once again with the sting of the boys hand across his face. "Baby, all you need to do, is just tell me your name..." Connors hopelessness momentarily gave way to blubbering as the dominant man gently brushed his cheek. "Fuck...stick." Connor whispered through clenched teeth. "Thats right such a pretty little fuckstick, now lie still.." Corbin brushed aside an errant tear from the boys face and ran his hand through his hair one last time before uncapping the marker and slowly stenciling his new name across his chest. "there we go. wouldnt be a very good fuckstick if people didnt know you were one." Corbin lectured at the defeated boy, gently pulling his long clear piece of plastic tubing nearer, "we're all hooked up and ready fuckstick, so this will only take a second." Connors heart began to race as he took immediate notice of the IV line in his arm. "what is this please dont do this.." he blurted one last time as Corbin began administering the needle into his line, "nice deep breaths for me fuckstick, the medicine is good for you..." Corbin slowly stroked the boys chest as a dim expression washed over his face. "see im really what you call more of a compliance officer or a coach i guess?" Corbin smiled as he felt the boys pulse slow and the struggling end "it doesnt matter. I help you get nice and ready." the ringing in connors ears was distraction enough as he felt the soft warm hand on his chest, Why was he here again? he sighed as the lights in the room seemed to dance about, only eventually gazing down to see corbins tattooed fist pump away at his uncut cock. "there we are fuckstick nice and high. nine whole inches! just like your profile said isnt it? im so glad you werent a fibber. does it feel good in my hand? lie back and let it leak a little for me slut im just getting to know you. we have all night." Had it been minutes? days? connor could barely keep track of what was happening in the room as his dick seemed to throb and ache all on its own, rock hard. "never shaved here?" Connor came back to earth just long enough to notice his dick had been marinating in a pool of its own precum. "whah?" he slurred curiously. He couldnt remember why he had to be here anymore, but Corbin seemed oddly familiar. "im not surprised, most straight guys dont..." Corbin remarked as he draped a warm wet towel over the young mans cock. "First rule of being a good fuckstick, people need to see your big pretty tool" filling his palm with shaving gel he idly remarked, "my daddy mostly taught me to keep shaved, see?" Corbin pulled his jock open to reveal his six inch pierced and tattooed uncut cock. "not a hair anywhere. now you..." Corbin pulled back the towel and began lathering the squirming boy up. "are you ticklish?" Corbin asked amusedly as he held the boys hips in place. "I remember my first time too, a little conscious, a little not, like a nice dream you cant wake up from. but! i was a good boy just like you fuckstick." Corbin smiled and Connor couldnt help but return his expression. "Sit still now." Corbin whispered and carefully razored the boy as he hummed along, removing his once full bush to expose the soft bare flesh below and as he wiped the last of the shaving cream he gave one final inspection before nodding to himself proudly. "now for the jewelery. not that youll need it since you were a very good boy and took your medicine. its just nice to see around a cock." Corbin reached back into his shoulder bag and produced a steel cockring. "this might be just a little cold at first, but it keeps that big greasy fuckmeat where people can appreciate it." Connor barely registered as he felt his prick, followed by each nut slowly slide into the ring which was pushed firmly against him. he briefly felt exposed as the metal seemed to do just what was advertised and push his genitals lewdly from his body. "I never know what our party guests prefer, fuzzy wuzzy or shaved...its so hard to really get it right you know?" Corbin tugged the boys hips closer, exposing him further as he pulled his cheeks apart, "not like your dosage. your weights right on your profile! it makes it so easy to keep you flying first class." Corbin looked up at the boy as he ran an index finger across his virgin asshole, eliciting a soft gasp. "thats right. feels so naughty doesnt it? am i the first boy to touch it for you? i suppose a little hair is okay fuckstick. youve got a very pretty little hole." popping the top off a tub of vaseline he held his greased fingers just at the precipice of the boys soft, forbidden entrance. "I know you probably dont trust me right now, but i promise, in just a few minutes youre going to open up like you never thought you could.

Guess who's spun & excited to share a new story. I know I'm terrible at finishing my other works, but I can't help it. I might update and give a succinct ending just to tie some strings up but nothing is certain! Hope you like this one. This time, I'm focusing more on the plot rather than the sex so it is a bit different! I've never really gave much thought on my homosexual tendencies. It has always been there. It's not just the cock, but the male physique in general. Chubs, muscular, small, any kind of bodies with any kind of faces and hairstyle, any fashion style one had, as long as it was a man, I could get hard. After almost 7 years living in Edmonton, I found myself jaded with the routine I had. Sure, I have a good job with a great salary,,my sex life was decent and I had people to hang with from time to time. Yet, I feel hollow, as if I am leading a meaningless life. Even the alcohol, weed and chems that I partake in at times have failed to hide this supposed mid life crisis I was going through. Physically, I was fit. At 5'11 with a brunette buzz cut, I looked like a regular 'coastal liberal' as the rednecks would say since I was always in fitted jeans and oxford shirts. Thanks to the sports I did in college, I wasn't much of a gym person since my body had been sculpted from a young age. Being close to 33, I did feel a little left out that most of the guys I hang with at the bar have already settled down or are in relationships that have lasted for more than 3 years. (Quite a feat knowing how the community can be). As always, they would say but John, you're gorgeous, what's stopping you from having anyone here? Nothing, I would say. They were right, I could bring anyone back home though I had little interest in forming any sort of relationship after. It wasn't for me. Even those who are in open relationships are still committed to their main partner. It wasn't a relationship that I could commit to, but a mission or a calling if I could describe it. I knew there is more out there for me. I needed to get out. One Friday evening, I found myself at the bar, as usual, doing shots with the guys I've known since I moved here. Patrick, Juan, Chris and Eddie. Patrick and Chris are engaged, though in an open relationship while Juan could never keep a relationship longer than 6 months. Eddie on the other hand had an older partner named Hugo who share his passion of pottery. Out of all 4, Eddie was the most normal, or straight passing as we would frequently tease him. The usual conversation includes how the week went, or how work sucks, and what was there to do during the weekend. Eddie mentioned that he had a lucrative order that he had to send out and needed a pickup truck to deliver it. Since I was the only one with a GMC, all eyes were on me. I didn't mind helping Eddie out. I even suggested to him that he and I could do the drive together. I wish I hadn't though, as Eddie didn't mention that the customer was based 2 hours from the city. The next day, I drove into Eddie's driveway right before 11 AM and saw the garage door opened with a pallet of amphoras wrapped in plastic and strapped. They looked exquisite. Each had elaborative patterns, some with biohazard, most were just silhouettes of men fucking and figures dancing. One would think that they came from Greece if not examined closely. "I'm glad you're down to help me man. I really thought I would've done the drive myself since Hugo has an order that's due on Monday. I mean, I don't even know where this place is and the buyer's price was hard to resist that I had to offer free delivery. 15K for a crate of these strange yet erotic design that he requested. It wasn't even my design. They emailed some PNGs and told me to have fun with it." It has been a while since I last hung out with Eddie alone. He had always been like a brother to me since he was the first person I met in this city. He made it feel normal to be gay in the province I ended up in. Before he met Hugo about a year ago, Eddie and I would do T every Friday after leaving the bar. Nothing ever happened between us since we would always find our own guy to screw with. The closest thing that we've ever done that could be considered as sex was when we were both fucking 2 guys on the same bed and switched asses from time to time. Those were our party days and I have to say, I do miss it. We were never addicts, we were only enjoying the weekly session we had. When Eddie and Hugo moved in together, I stopped doing T as frequent as I would. For the better, I tell myself. Nowdays, the only time I do smoke was if a tweaking bottom on Grindr was looking for loads. The drive to the buyer's place was rural. It actually took more than 2 hours for us to get there. From what Eddie said, the buyer lives in a sort of commune on a farmland. To get there, we had to make a number of turns after exiting the freeway. The thick forrest surrounding us, both left and right made it feel as if we were driving in circles. Finally, a signboard that says "Commune Plus" appeared and as we turn in, we still had to drive for another 2 miles to finally see the compound. We passed a large wooden arc that served as an entrance into the compound. In cursive, the words "Commune Plus" was written above the frame, with a headline underneath that says, "+ where men are their True selves +" It was also kinda interesting how the O in the word commune was a biohazzard symbol. The farmhouse was huge. There were bout 3 barns scattered on the compound with a large pond in the middle. Eddie was pretty stunned at the place, as was I. Who knew a place like this existed, being so remote to everything? It was almost 3 PM and as we got close to the main farmhouse, a man in a full on white linen robe came out, ready to welcome us. "You must be Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you are..?" "This is John, he's helping me out today" "Pleasure to meet you as well, John." The man introduced himself as Ahura. He was about 6'0, thin yet muscular, and was donning a bun on his head with grey highlights. If I had to put an age, he was probably in his late 50s. I found him to be quite attractive. His chest was exposed, revealing some curly hair and pierced nipples. Around his neck was a necklace that had a golden whistle. He made his way to the truck with us and before I was about to pull down the trunk door, Ahura told us to stop since we had come such a long way and that we needed to eat and rest. With one high pitched blow and a moment that didn't event last 30 seconds, two men appeared by his side. They were both in their 20s, probably new grads. Both skinny and twink like. Both also had a clean shaved head and each wore an identical white jockstrap with white sneakers. They also had a tight silver bracelet on both hands. Ahura commanded them to bring the amphoras inside before complimenting Eddie on how it turned out. "What you've made is more than what I had foreseen. Thank you. Come in now, we have already delayed our luncheon waiting for this masterpiece." Ahura had a unique voice. His inflections were crisp and the way he spoke was ritualistic, as if every word spoken is a part of an incantation. The way he walked was also something. It was intricate and seems as if he was gliding, with the robe brushing the ground. His height is only a plus, for vanity purposes. While we made our way inside, I felt a little relief when I found out that Eddie too shared my sentiment on Ahura. For a second, one could say that we became curious of this man who possessed a sort of magnetism in us. After all, the swift response he received when he blew his whistle was unarguably a power move that stayed with us. The dining hall had a table that was probably the longest I've ever seen in my life. When we entered, half the table was already occupied by men who were all in similar loincloth, neatly tied to spare very little, torso exposed and topless as they should be. They were gorgeous. Most were probably around my age and some were already eyeing Eddie and I. Each of them had sculpted bodies, though some had very apparent veins. Some were also muscular but remained thinner than average. Similar to how Ahura looks like. It was a sort of textured look that was likely due to the physical activity they they do daily. Or so I thought.. Of course, Ahura sat in the middle main seat, with everyone being able to see him. Directly to his left was Eddie and beside was me. The table could probably fit 30 people the least. If I had to eyeball, we were probably around 15. The moment Ahura took his seat, the room turned silent. Before he spoke, he made sure to observe each person and nod, acknowledging their presence. Eddie and I included. He first introduced us as visitors who have delivered and blessed the commune with vases that will enhance the place. He then announced that there would be more members joining the commune next month. He thanked the current members, who were all listening attentively, for being dedicated in supporting his vision of the commune. "Before you came here, each of you lead a different life, a life that was empty that limited your desire and constricted your agency to how the outside world deemed it as. Being a part of the commune has liberated you. I can see it and so can you, Yohann. And you too, Kronos. You have all joined the commune for a fresh start, and I have managed to grant you that gift." Both Eddie and I knew that we were visiting a cult, but we never really knew how it actually was like . Even with all the documentaries that we've watched and the podcast we put on during the drive, to participate in a cult lunch wasn't a way we saw how our Saturday would go. We weren't the disrespectful kind since we've all been exposed to all kinds of kinks but this men only cult that we found ourselves in started to turn into an itch in our psyche that we couldn't explain. The rest of Ahura's speech was how the commune is still young and though it is expanding, it is not permanent. The goal was that the commune would live off grid, growing their own produce and eliminating the traditional bonds that the outside world had. Essentially, everyone in the commune treated each other equally, being able to fuck one another without hesitation and embracing primal lust. With the wine glass in his right hand, Ahura put his arm up and declared "May we live harmoniously without restraints" When Eddie and I gulped the wine, we were blind sighted at how strong it was. I knew that it wasn't just wine that we drank. It was definitely G. I calmed Eddie down by holding his thigh under the table cloth, telling him it's not drastic. Ahura, toying his entree with his utensils looked at us and formed a smile. "Don't worry, the amount of G is very minimal and think of it as a way to just wind down after making that long drive. After you both are no longer famished, I will give you a tour of this place, just as a little extra since we rarely receive visitors.." Surprisingly, Eddie thanked Ahura and was looking forward to seeing the compound. I shot a look at him, but Eddie reassured me. How quick his mind changed. It's not that I wanted to leave. Deep down, I know that the longer I stayed here the harder it would be for me to leave. These irresistible guys who I'm at the table with behaved so seductively, caressing each other at times and feeding one another without breaking their touch. Anytime I make eye contact with one of them, I knew that I would be hard. Ahura and Eddie continued talking, exchanging opinions on what an amphora or a vase is, with Eddie clearly being more engrossed in Ahura. He didn't even realize that Ahura was holding his hands on the table the entire time. If I'm being honest, I was quite envious. I tried to look at my phone but there was barely any signal. I looked up and I noticed Yohann was looking at me. He had auburn curls that hid his forehead and his face was shaved clean. I wouldn't put him past 30 with how much youth he's still holding. His chest was broad and his neck had a silver necklace with a biohazard logo pendant. It's strange how frequent I've seen the logo since I got here. Unlike the rest of the men at the table, he and I weren't conversing. We were both looking at each other for a while, trying to observe and analyze each other. Him being topless didn't help much. He wasn't too muscular, yet it would be easy for me to trace his body from how defined it was. Lean, one could say. Throughout the eye fuck we were having, he was also playing with his necklace, brushing it on his lips, turning it sideways with the chains gliding under his chin, never breaking our gaze. I stopped zoning out when Ahura stood up, Eddie following him and me trailing behind to start the tour. I also began to realize how subtle Ahura was when he instructed Yohann to accompany us as well. What does he know? To show the ins and outs as Ahura puts it. Yohann smirked at me after replying, "It would be an honour, Ahura". The four us started in the main foyer where we first entered. The snow marble floor, when viewed from the staircase above resembles a golden pentagram, layered with a platinum biohazard symbol. Again I thought, the same logo. On the second floor, we passed through hallways after hallways, with different roman numerals on each doors. Though Ahura didn't show us all the rooms, most were average dorm like rooms. There was probably 2-3 single beds in each room. To no one's surprise, the bathroom had a common shower. It really reminded me of the kinds of showers you'd find at the gym. Ahura also skipped the rooms which had doubled doors and lacked any number. Strange I thought. I broke the silence with Yohann and asked, what's in there? "Members only" Out of the 3 barns, he only showed us one where they had some livestock. There were guys working who I didn't see at lunch. Some were in jockstraps, some only in overalls with nothing underneath. There were also some guys who were only in ripped jeans and boots, flannel shirt tied around the waist,. They all seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, bodies glistening with sweat, faces shining laboriously. Everyone stopped to bow for Ahura the minute we entered. With a wave and both arms open, Ahura thanked them for their hard work and wished them well on advancing. We ended up by the benches at the pond to end the tour. Until now, I didn't get to talk to Ahura much since Eddie and him were constantly in awe of one another. I only got to talk with Yohann, asking him what is going on in this place and how he ended up there. I was very frank since I couldn't help it any longer. "Before I came here, I wasn't Yohann. I was Bernard. I found out about the commune a year ago when I lost my job. Can you believe I was at work tweaking?" Yes I could because I knew fags who couldn't separate the T from party, ruining their career and self imploding. Instead of thinking out loud, my only response was one that went along the lines of "Wow, that's awful. How did you find out bout this then? Did you get clean here?" "Fuck no, I still tweak whenever I want without any judgements since I came here. These guys are more than brothers, they become a part of you. The day I got fired, I met my dealer to score more and he told me that there was a job his friend, Ahura was offering. Back then, we were probably 9 people. Now, when you include the novices, 25. I thought it was just a regular farm job, but the first day I got here, my life changed for the better." "What do you mean?" "Well, that's something that you have to find out on your own, if you're willing." I looked up to find Ahura and Eddie gone, now heading to one of the barns, hands together. What the fuck? I started to worry and asked Yohann where they were going. "Let's see for ourselves." I didn't rush to run since I still wanted to keep my cool with Yohann. We approached the barn, entering through the main door that was already partially opened. It wasn't what an inside of a barn would look like. It was lavishly decorated with velvet furnitures. The floor was concrete but polished. At the end of the room between two pillars lied Eddie and Ahura on a satin king sized bed. Eddie had a glass pipe in his mouth, Ahura preparing the next hit while holding a metal tray. Strangely enough, I stopped worrying and shot Eddie a look, with him blowing his clouds in my direction. "I should've known that you both partake in the appreciation of crystal, allowing its smoke to electrify and elevate the body. How serendipitous it is that Yohann accompanied us, given that he is the master of chasing the dragon in our commune" Yohann smiled and joined Ahura. He took the tray away, allowing Eddie and Ahura to now fondling one another, before shotgunning and embracing in a trance. I was still, standing right across them, immobile. On one hand, I was relishing at how the old Eddie is back, but on the other, I feared for his future with Hugo. "Come, John. Chase the dragon with us, up in the clouds where we'll find a potent pleasure." Eddie now started talking differently. I was alone, in this arena sized barn, faced with a decision to join or go. I couldn't leave Eddie though, never. Plus, Yohann was there. I took the plunge and the next thing I know, my tongue was in a wrestle with Yohann's and Eddie had his mouth full with Ahura's 9 incher. "This is just a preview, boys. We're not going to fuck you until you're one of us. And even then, there are steps to joining the commune...." Eddie and I were clearly more tweaked than the others. They probably have a higher tolerance seeing that they were nonchalant. Both Ahura and Yohann then got up, pulling us each by the arm to give the real tour. The barn we were in was where they would initiate members into the commune. An invitation is first required. Yohann had never met Ahura until he showed up at the commune. Ahura coached and motivated him to embrace his true self through the commune. Within 3 months, Yohann was leading the lab they had in the other barn, synthesizing T to grow their capital. Being far and remote was an advantage they had. There weren't stages when the commune started, once someone is a member, they are equal to one another. Only recently it was decided that through strict vetting and procedural methods could they keep their commune a secret while ensuring loyalty and dedication from the members. To be a part of the commune, a bond was needed, a positive bond, as Ahura puts it. It was his viral load that runs through the commune, sealing themselves to him forever. It was by being poz from Ahura do the members benefit from the resources Ahura provides. The T was a significant part of the commune's cashflow, though for the most part the commune itself is self-sustaining. Ahura's vision was to keep the population at a fixed number, ensuring balance and avoiding any recognition from the outside world. "By end of this year, we're aiming to be around 40, not more than 50. This is a chance for you both to escape and leave the life you had before you came here. Look at how we cherish our new lives, providing for each other, being there for each other, not a single ounce of shame in any of us." We passed by the barn we visited earlier. This time, there were only 2 guys left, chopping some wood. Ahura quietly approached one of them who had an overall, and with no warning, he pushed the boy down onto the table, unbuttoning from behind before diving into his ass for a rim. The only thing the boy could say was Thank you, Ahura. His legs spread wider, allowing Ahura to push his tongue deeper. Moments after, Ahura placed his cock on the boy's hole and thrust forward with little resistance, telling the boy how lucky he was to get fucked by him while still being a novice. "Though today is your lucky day, I have guests that I need to attend to, so forgive me for ejaculating earlier than I normally would." "Don't apologize Ahura, I am forever grateful for you" Not even 5 minutes since the boy was shoved down, Ahura came, moaning quietly as he turned to look at Eddie and I with an ambitious expression aimed to convince us. Still spun, we both exchanged a look that was a combination of fear, lust but worst of all, submission. Ahura candidly continued, "See how easy it is? How everyone here is always willing to help one another. Contemplate well on my invitation you two. I seldom give golden tickets easily. Sleep on it if you wish. Dusk is approaching. We wouldn't want you to venture back to the city in the dark." Shit, I always forget how fast time passes when you're on T. Yohann showed us the guest room in the main farmhouse. It was in the same hallway where the double door room was. Eddie and I both showered in the commons, reflecting on what had transpired. "We're not thinking straight, Eddie. Who know what else we took. This is a huge commitment, man." "Yeah of course, but look, don't you think that we won't get a chance like this again? I feel like once we leave, we're never going to find a place like this ever. I'm pretty sure Ahura's gonna make me delete the address and any form of trails we have to the commune if we don't accept." "If you want to get pozzed, then you can do it in the city. If you want T, you can do it with me. What does this place have that's compelling you so much? "It has a purpose for us to be who we are and share it with the few who understand. It's not bout the drugs or being poz, it's bout the community that I never had, man. Sure, life back in the city is great and all, but you always got to be wary. Outside the bar, are we really ourselves? Tell me, John. Don't you want to feel like you're a part of something?" I couldn't say more. The only sound there was was the water coming out of the shower. When the tap was off, I broke the silence. "I don't think I could ever leave you. I'm not just talking bout this place. If I leave and I won't see you ever again, then I'm not sure what I'll do." We were now facing each other, full nude, with Eddie spotting a boner for a short moment. He came closer to me and tilted his head up to give a peck, hands behind my back, pulling us closer. It was the first time we kissed. It was real. I knew I've made my decision. Lying on the single bed, we cuddled and didn't say much. It was difficult to fuck since we couldn't get ourselves hard, and frankly, we were exhausted. Sleeping was also difficult. At around 2 AM, we heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by the sound of doors closing. The slam was louder than our room door. Could it be the other room? Feeling restless, I convinced Eddie to check it out together. There was barely any light in the house. Though there was electricity, candles and gas lamps were preferred. The double door at the end of the hallway now had a candle hung on both sides, illuminating most of the hallway. The knobs were brass and heavy. We attempted to open it slowly, going inside to finally satisfy our curiosity. The room was bigger than we thought. Curtains separated the room as if it was a maze. We heard a chant that was hypnotizing. We followed it, cutting through the room, hoping for the best. Finally, we came upon Ahura who was naked, hair down, leading the chant with some of the men we met at lunch echoing. They were encircling the boy in the overalls, who was now tied and spread like an eagle in a circle that had a pentagram. There candles that were lit at each points and Ahura was now walking in the circle, taunting the boy and savouring every orifice. The chant was incomprehensible. The boy could only moan and groan, as if possessed as Ahura was savouring every inch of him. Suddenly, the chant changed and the men circling started to kneel. Ahura's eyes turned white and he loosened the boys attachment to lift him up. Now on the floor, Ahura placed the boy's hip on top of his, slowly piercing the boys hole with his shaft. Not even halfway yet and the boy was already in ecstasy. Ahura could only hush the boy, apologizing him for the fuck earlier. It was insulting, to have me in you without any ceremonious element. This is to make up for today, boy. Christmas came early cause you're getting the gift before the rest of your peers will. Cherish this moment now, boy. Tears now started fall from the boy's face, though it wasn't of pain, but joy. There was a certain religious epiphany that the boy had as he was being impaled by Ahura. The other men, now in a prostate position, continued chanting, hitting their fist on the floor in harmony. The closer Ahura was to coming, the faster and louder the fists were banged. Finally, as he came, the room was quiet with the exception of the boy who was still moaning. "It's so...warm.." Ahura stayed in the boy and cradled him for a good 8 minutes, welcoming him to the commune, whispering how much his life was about to change. Eddie and I could only watch without a single blink. It was more than a cult, there was also elements of occult. I was never a superstitious person, but there was a palpable energy that I felt being in that room. Some sort of fascination that I wanted to experience. From the way Eddie was watching, he too would agree with me. We were so engrossed in what was happening that Yohann appeared behind us, slightly jumping us. "So..shall I inform Ahura that you both have made up your mind?" Eddie with no hesitation said Yes, admit us. It took me a while to say it. "Yeah if Eddie's in I'm in too." Yohann then told us that once we are certain of our decision, we will not be able to leave until Ahura allows it. We had to also follow everything Ahura commands and instructs. It was, for our betterment. The process of joining the commune was tedious, but the spirituality of it, though contrary was one that was unique and vital to the commune. Though we made sure to keep a distance from where the ritual was, Ahura, as Yohann had, appeared from behind one of the curtains. "Did I hear that right?" Yes, Eddie and I said in unison. "Well let's not waste time then. We're already done with one. What's another two? Commune members, in position as before! We've got 2 prospects who before, were visitors. We sure did a good job in showing them how hospitable we are, didn't we?" "Always, Ahura. Your guidance has never contained any doubts. I am also grateful to you for allowing me to get to know John. I believe he has potential to be in the higher ranks by the end of the year." "What makes you say so, Yohann?" "There's this look I see in him, one that's unsatisfied with his current life. All of us were like that but unlike the rest, he is more disciplined and loyal. Look at how dedicated he is to the other man he came with. The two of them were destined to be a part of the commune" "Very good observations. Now boys, there's been a change in your initiation. It's going to be challenging, painful but most importantly, liberating. At this moment now, we need your word and good faith that you will accept this offer. There is no turning back from here on. I could let you head back in the city maybe next week or next year. It is I who built this haven and it is I who you will bow down to when required. From here on, you will no longer be treated like the visitors you were but as novices who will have to earn the respect that the men you see over there have gone through." Yohann took out 2 separate documents for us to sign, waiving any liabilities toward Ahura, fully understanding what was going to happen. We had already made our decision in the shower. This was just a way to legitimize it. Once the documents were signed and handed back, I felt a blindfold being put on me and all of a sudden, my limbs were being pulled and I could hear Eddie was being dragged too. There's no going back, I tell myself. We had to surrender and submit to whatever Ahura had in store for us. As I struggled from the wave of men holding me, I started to lose consciousness when I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a sort of cloth. My last thought before blanking out was what was going to happen to Eddie?

Chapter 1. Tom and I had been married for a few years. We’d been to a few neighborhood parties that had smoothly transitioned into boystown swinger parties. We usually wound up leaving just as things were getting steamy, and we’d go home and have great sex. At one party, we wound up staying a bit later and swapping with a hot couple. We had seen these guys out and about but didn’t even know their names, or their status. It was the first time I watched Tom take a stranger’s raw dick. It made it even hotter knowing I was raw-fucking Tom’s top’s boyfriend. The top bred my husband as I filled up his boyfriend’s butt. We later learned their names were Bill and Mike. When Tom and I got home, I fucked another load into Tom’s hole using the stranger’s cum as lube. I slid into my husband with my dick still smeared with the stranger’s boyfriend’s ass juices. Tom moaned as I pounded his squishy hole describing how amazing it felt being raw-fucked by a total stranger. I was so turned on, I came in my husband’s hole, mixing my load with what the other guy had deposited. I had Tom sit on my face and gleefully ate as much seed as his hole could squeeze out. We knew we hadn’t been safe with the strangers and decided we enjoyed it enough to open things up a little. To be responsible, knowing we’d both be playing bareback from time to time, we should both go on PrEP. I was pretty good at taking my pill daily, but over a few months, Tom would forget from time to time, especially if I didn’t remind him. Other than a few neighborhood swaps, we were usually mostly monogamous… mostly. We knew it was only a matter of time until one of us hooked up without the other one there. Well, I had had a fling with this sexy guy a few months ago while Tom was out of town for a conference. Before he headed out, Tom and I discussed the possibility of raw-fucking with other guys. We promised to be open about it and to faithfully stay on our PrEP. I met this guy, Andy, at the gym. Andy is on the short size, well-toned, and a chest and bubble butt covered in light brown fur. He flirted with me across the room flaunting his bulge and muscled ass in tight shorts. We chatted each other up in the locker room and went for coffee Afterwards, Andy came home with me. I’d never had sex in our bed with anyone other than my husband, and here I was about to breed a practical stranger. We rolled around, and he made me cum, twice. Andy liked it kind of rough and asked me to hold his throat while pounding him. His hard cock bounced around as I railed his ass. He grabbed my hand, begging me to really choke him. That made him shoot his load all over his furry belly. I scooped it up and smeared my bare cock with his cum before fucking it back into him. My first load went deep in Andy’s hole, and I snapped a few pics to share with my husband. After breeding Andy, he toyed with my balls and noted that they still seemed full to him. He begged me to breed him again. I told him I rarely came twice, and he just winked at me. He talked dirty as he fondled my balls begging me to fill him up again. I pounded him even harder than before as he moaned. My second load went deep in Andy’s tight raw hole as he came a second time all over our sheets. I took a pic of the sweaty mess we’d made and sent it to Tom. The sex with Andy was good we made plans to breed again soon. That night, I described the whole sweaty encounter to Tom and texted him the pics I’d snapped. One of our ‘rules’ was always kiss and tell. Tom jerked off as I told him how good it felt breeding that guy’s furry butt twice. Tom was so horned up that he went on the apps and found a top to come over to his hotel room and stretch out his hole. I got steamy pics at 4AM of stranger who bred my husband really pounding his hole, leaving him leaking cum. Tom gave me the details the following morning when we next spoke. It made me hard hearing his sexy story and I jerked off twice to the pics of his freshly-fucked hole seeping out a stranger’s load. When Tom got back from his trip, we had great sex as soon as he walked in the door. Only after sliding inside my husband, Tom told me that he'd had the hotel stranger come back and breed him before he flew home. I knew I was sliding around in another man’s seed and it made me cum. I remembered the feeling from when we’d swapped with those guys at the party. I fingered Tom’s used cummy hole and worked some out and jerked him off with it. Tom asked me if I liked sliding into his cummy hole, and I reminded him that this was only the second time we’d done it. He told me he always liked getting fucked twice and offered to bring loads him from time to time in his ass. Just talking dirty about me sliding into another man’s creampie was enough to push us both over the edge. I added my load to what was already sloshing around in Tom’s guts just as he shot off all over himself. I lapped up his cum and savored the taste as I continued to gobble down what leaked out of his ruined hole. After shooting my load, Tom asked me how Andy had made me cum twice, something he’d rarely been able to coax my cock to do. He loved getting bred twice and thought of getting bred three times might feel even better. I told him that after I’d cum inside Andy, he let my cock start to go soft. Just as I was about to slip out of his ruined seeded hole, Andy had started toying with my balls, rolling them around with his fingertips. It made me go wild. I was rock hard again instantly, and he went back to riding me. My first load dripped out of Andy’s puffy ass lips and down onto my balls. I bred him a second time before sending him on his way. Another rule Tom and I try to respect is to avoid sleepovers. As fun as it would have been to cuddle with Andy overnight, I knew it would be best to save overnights for me and my husband. Having learned the secret of Andy’s ball-tickling technique, Tom regularly coaxed a second load out of me. I messaged Andy a few times over the next couple of weeks and didn’t hear anything back. It wasn’t like I wasn’t having a lot of sex, so I hardly realized it’d been several months since I bred Andy twice. In the meantime, Tom began regularly coming home full of another man’s cum. He’d sit on my face as I ate his ass before mounting my cock. I’d add my load to what he brought me, and then Tom would tickle my balls while telling me about his first breeder. At the end of many days, Tom went to sleep with three loads from two different men oozing out of his stretched-out ass. I especially liked it when his first breeder must have been hung. The only thing better than sliding into Tom’s cummy ass was sliding into his cummy ass when he was really opened-up and loose. If you’ve never raw-fucked an open freshly-seeded ass, you don’t know what you’re missing. More and more often Tom would forget to take his PrEP pill unless I reminded him. One day he came home and sat right on my face. As he ground his sticky crack into my mouth, he told me he’d been bred twice already and he hoped I’d put two more loads in him. He rode my cock as two loads slipped down my dick. He told me he didn’t know the guys’ names, but he was pretty sure one of them was POZ. I asked him if I was fucking a stranger’s POZ cum deeper into his hole and shot my load as he shouted, ‘YES! YES! YES!’ He let me start to go soft and then tickled my balls, just like Andy did. He told me that he had something else naughty to share. He spun around, haunched on my cock and held my face. He looked right into my as as he told me he’d stopped taking his PrEP pills about two weeks earlier. He bounced up and down on my dick as he told me he loved taking POZ cock, especially raw and unprotected. That made me cum again. After we caught our breath, Tom said he’d have to come up with a way to thank Andy sometime. I suggested we share some pics and see if that would get Andy’s attention. As I fingered my husband’s cummy hole, he suggested we track down Bill and Mike sometime and organize a party. We didn’t know that we’d get our chance to share loads with Andy, Bill, and Mike sooner than we could have expected. To be continued…

That's hot. I usually have really good luck visiting LA.

I think we can all relate to your story. I certainly can. Would it be too much to at least put the overflowing laundry hamper in a closet??? Better yet, maybe I should ask for photos of the inside of the house before schlepping over to an episode of Hoarders.

Loved cottaging in my 20s, could spend a whole afternoon in a cubicle, naked awaiting a guy to push the door open and walk in with his dick in hand ready to use me. Took many loads in a few near me, and always found places to play when away. Such a shame most have now gone, whilst the internet has replaced it (& the best cottages have been closed down or had security put in to deter such activities), nothing beats the smell of stale piss in a cubicle as you feel a guy pumping his raw load deep in your cunt. Fucking miss that.

HAHAHAHAHA .......... Somehow, I don't recall any of these verses taught to us kids - at ALL !!!!! Reminds me of some plump, painted scion of society on tv, defending her hatreds with that old Leviticus snippet: "Whealll ... it's in th Bih-bul;, an thayt's good enuff fur mye" I wonder if she ever read much more that that though.

What is preferred? What do most guys want to see? Something more real life? I would like to make some video vignettes. My current idea could be border line porn, is it? If I offered to compensate a Top (so he's aware of the filming - you only see his cock or whatever he sees), preferably one with a beautiful cock that would garner clicks, and have him film himself POV style behind me already with a big beautiful hard cock as he gets my hole wet with spit and then slaps my horny hole with his bare cock before he pushes inside and up underneath my skirt until he's balls deep. Then, the vignette would continue for one more minute until we established a hot fuck. Then, edit to the three minutes before the Top unloads in my horny hole (maybe the last four to five minutes if the top lasts long enough). My goal: Watch him POV style focus on his cock the whole time as he plunges in and out of my slutty cheer skirt hole until you watch nutt hard balls deep following which he pulls out of my dripping hole. I would want a collection of a new and sexy hardon penetrating each of my slutty cheer skirt personalities. What do you think? Any feedback?

It was a thrill. Obviously after a month of having sex with Brett and Mac, I’m past the point of being shocked that sucking a dick is fun or feels good, but there was a new electricity to the experience being outside in the sun with other people close by. I swallowed hard, I felt this want to impress the men around us, to show them how good at sucking dick I am. Brett groaned in appreciation and put his hands on the back of my head. He forced his cock deep down my throat and fucked my face slowly. I swallowed hard, allowing his head as far into my throat as I could. My nose was tight in his crotch, his pubes rubbing against my face. I held only his legs, pulling myself closer too. All the while my throat was working his head and shaft. I pulled back coughing and spluttering. Brett slapped his cock on my face, and then I dove back down swallowing him to the root again. It was a wet and noisy blowjob. I knew we were drawing attention. There was nothing subtle about what we were doing. Now, looking back, that is absolutely what I wanted. The element of having an audience gave me a whole new thrill. Brett was panting. His beautiful chest rising and falling quickly, and one lone trickle of sweat snaked its way through his chest hair to get lost in his lush pubes. He laced his fingers into my hair and held me tight. I felt his balls brush against my chin as they contracted. Heavy ropes pumped from his cock head deep in my throat, as he roared through his orgasm. He slowly pulled out, the last few shots landing in my mouth, filling it quickly. I swallowed hard, and then looked up at Brett’s smiling face. “How was your first public blow job?” “Fucking amazing.” I pulled his face down to me and kissed him, the taste of his cock and load still on my lips. “That was fucking hot,” a pleasant low voice said from over my shoulder. I legitimately felt panicked. I spun around on my heels still squatting on the ground in front of Brett. Brett for his part didn’t seem to worried, he lazily tucked his partly deflated member back into his shorts, and smiled at the new comer. I found myself looking up at a medium height man, with shoulder length wavy brown hair the crown of which was pulled back into a tie at the back. He has a deep golden-brown tan, the sort that only comes from lots and lots of time in the sun. His had no shirt on, his chest well defined and smooth. Up from the waistband of his little white basketball shorts erupted a dense dark treasure trail that shot up a few inches above his belly button. He smiled a big broad smile, full of bright white teeth. “I’m Josh,” he said, holding a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I introduced myself, and Brett who was now pulling his cut off shorts on with absolutely no sense of urgency whatsoever. “You two boyfriends then… or…” “I um…” I faltered, “just roommates.” “Oh, sorry. I assumed ‘cause you were here just hanging out for a while, and then the fucking sexy blow job you gave him… damn. I wish I had roommates like that.” Brett stood up and put a hand around my shoulders, “We’re a little more than just roommates.” My heart fluttered. We haven’t discussed being in any sort of relationship. Honestly, I’m not sure I know how to be in a relationship. I’ve had girlfriends before but that never worked out – I guess for reasons that should be obvious by now. I don’t know. Brett is my best friend, and has been for year. Yes absolutely our relationship is more than that now and I certainly care about what he thinks and don’t want to mess anything up between us. But… could I? Do I want to? There was something in how Brett looked at me this afternoon that made me wonder if there was more on his mind. Like he almost looked hurt that I had defined our relationship as just roommates. He didn’t dwell on it for long though. He shook Josh’s hand, and said, “You here on your own?” “No,” Josh gestured to a group behind him, next to the nude sunbathers, “I’m here with a couple of guys.” They all waved, seeing that we were looking in their direction. “Full honestly, we saw Nick… right Nick?... get on his knees and it was hot as fuck so… they dared me to come over and introduce myself and invite you guys to join us. We’re just hanging out and drinking. No real plans.” “As it so happens that is exactly what our plans were – what do you say?” Brett said turning to me. “Absolutely.” We gathered our things and followed Josh over to his friends. There were three others besides Josh, all looked to be in their mid-twenties. Josh introduced each one, and they gave a smile and wave. Eric, pale and freckled, lay reclined against an old barrel that he had covered with a blanket. His narrow chest is covered in bright ginger hair that perfectly match the curly mop on top of his head. He had on short athletic shorts, and tube socks pulled up. Though he wasn’t doing anything to draw attention to it, it was hard to not notice just how large a bulge pressed forward in the crotch of his shorts. Mike was next, he has close cropped black hair combed over to one side like something out of the 1960s. Hes got a sort of All-American look to him, like Wally Cleaver. His thin tank top hung loosely about his athletic frame showing off an almost entirely smooth chest except for a dense dark patch between his pecs. After he waved in greeting he put both hands behind his head exposing the thickest looking hairiest pits I have ever seen. Last in the group was Tony. Brown hair feel forward in a fringe unkept fringe over his bushy eyebrows. He’s face is big and square, and sports a thick beard with accompanying moustache. At first glance he looks older because of it, but then you see his eyes sparkle betraying his youth. He had no shirt on, his impressively hairy torso on display. His tight bellbottoms were slung low and unbuttoned at the waist, revealing white briefs beneath. His Bronx accent is so thick that when even it was apparent just in him saying hello. Brett and I lay our blanket out and joined them, each opening another beer. Josh did a lot of the talking at first. He explained that Tony and Eric had dated once upon a time, but had gone back to being friends quickly after their break up. Josh and Mike were roommates, and Mike was Eric’s best friend. The conversation flowed easily. We talked about our jobs, our aspirations. I told them about wanting to be a writer. Brett to my embarrassment, started bragging about my writing. I just sat there and blushed. “How did you two get through The Blackout,” Tony said. He said it in a way where the emphasis made the capitalization of blackout unmistakable. A month later and it still held New York in a sort of spell. I guess it will probably be like that till the next astonishing thing rocks the city. “Well…” I demurred, taking a big sip of my drink. “We got drunk and I ended up taking Nick’s virginity.” “Brett!” I said, in mock anger. The group laughed. “Now you have to tell us that story,” said Eric. Brett grinned, “Alright. So obviously nothing fucking works cause the powers off. So we’ve got probably three candles lit, a bunch of beer thrown in a cooler with all the ice we’ve got and we’re just sitting in our little apartment. With the fans off its hot as hell. I’m not saying that I planned it, but the beer gave me some courage. So I ended off stripping to my briefs and then Nick did too…” It was hot hearing Brett tell the story of our first time. I quickly had to readjust my boner so it wasn’t pressing as hard against the pouch of my jock. As Brett got to him eating my ass for the first time it was obvious everyone was hard. Tony slid a hand down the front of his briefs and moved his cock off to one side, a thick shaft now outlined in the tight denim of his jeans. Eric’s little athletic shorts looked like they were about to burst when he pushed his cock up towards the waistband. I was honestly a little surprised it didn’t pop out of the top of his shorts his bulge looked so big. Josh put one leg up as he reclined, allowing his dick to slip down the leg of his shorts. Mike just let his erection throb and bulge against the fabric of his shorts, obvious for anyone to see. “Fuck that’s hot,” Tony said at the end of Brett’s recounting, “My first time was in my parent’s basement with my older brother’s best friend.” “Well, we shared,” Brett replied cheekily. “Alright. Well. Ok. I’m fifteen at the time, my older brother is two years older than me. At the time I wasn’t the epitome of manliness you see before you today.” “Yeah, so manly that if he ever shaves off that beard he looks twelve,” teased Eric. “Bite me. Baby face doesn’t make my dick less fat.” “Whatever, just tell your damn story.” “I’m trying. So, I was kind a scrawny kid. I sucked at sports and preferred drawing and art.” “Hence the ever present sketch pad,” Mike gestured to a pad lying next to Tony. “Our basement had a separate door, so its how my brother and his friends would sneak back in if they’d been partying or something. It was just about the end of their senior year, and they’d been to a party at some girls house and were absolutely blasted. I hadn’t expected them to come home yet so I had camped out in the basement watching some shitty old movie on the TV and drawing. I already knew I was gay, I figured that out when I was like eleven, and being the resourceful homo that I am I used to draw my own porn. This particular night, and I don’t know why I remember this so specifically, I was drawing a picture of Batman blowing Superman. Not wildly original I know. “Anyway, my brother and his friend, Travis Hinkle, come crashing back in through the basement door completely drunk. My brother was completely obliterated. It took Travis and I both to get him into the big arm chair. Well, I’d been so startled by them barging in, that I hadn’t closed my sketch book, and after my brother had passed out Travis picked it up. When I tell you I thought my stomach was going to fall out of my butt when he said ‘what’s this?’ “I stammered something absolutely unintelligible, and then he said something like, ‘are you a queer?’ I panicked, completely, tried to make something up. I think I even claimed that someone had paid me to draw it. I’m still babbly when Travis just grabs my face and kisses me. I’d never kissed anyone before. Im sure I just stood there frozen like a dead fish at first, but I think I eventually figured it out and kissed him back. To this day I remember exactly what he said next though, ‘Its ok. I’m a queer too.’ His hands were all over me while we were kissing. Mine started to wander too. I felt drawn down to his crotch. Like it was some instinct. “I don’t really know how, but our shirts came off, and then our pants. We were in the back of the basement by this little poker table my dad used sometimes, both in our underpants frantically making out. At one point my brother let out this huge snore and we both froze and then burst into stifled laughter. Travis was the one who suggested I suck his cock, and when I said I didn’t know how he said he’d teach me. Looking back his cock was average but at the time it seemed and impossible thing to swallow. But I did, because I am a fucking champ.” “Just tell your story, champ.” “Fuck you. He told me to pull off cause he was going to blow, but I kept sucking and he shot right in my mouth. It was like fireworks exploded in my mind. Holy fucking shit this is amazing, I thought. I didn’t expect anything in return but Travis had us swap spots and he pulled my briefs off of me. Now, most of you know I’m a little on the thick side in the cock department,” Eric rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible, “So Travis’ struggled a little but I ended up quickly shooting my load down his throat too. “The next weekend almost the exact same thing happened. And the weekend after that. After about four weeks of swapping blow jobs I decided I wanted to try more. So with my brother passed out drunk like ten feet away I got Travis flat on his back on the floor, got his cock all covered in spit, and rode the fuck out him. He’d never fucked anyone before, and he came so fast. It was amazing. I fucking loved feeling him unload inside me. We fucked that whole summer before he went off to college.” “Fuck,” I said appreciatively. “Alright, my turn,” chimed in Mike. “Let me guess your football coach bred your sweet hole after practice and you never looked back?” Teased Josh. “No, well, close but no. I had just moved to New York the week after I finished college, desperate to get out of Iowa and away from my Bible thumping parents. I knew as soon as I set foot in the locker room in high school that I was gay. I spent every shower after football desperately thinking about anything but the other naked guys on either side of me. Then, basically every day I would rush home a furiously jerk off thinking about what it would be like to play with one of their cocks. “I had, I guess just from how you sort of pick thing sup in the world, heard that the gay scene in New York was in Greenwich. So I made my way across town from my shitty little apartment on the east side after having been in the city for all of like three day.” “Our apartment is still shitty and little.” “Hey, it’s my turn to tell a story. You can mock my apartment later. Anyway. I had no idea where I was going besides the Village. I just walked until I saw something. It ended up being Ramrod I was not dress remotely correctly, in jeans and a black shirt but the man in leather standing outside was exactly the sort of man who had been floating through my fantasies for my while life. So little twenty-one-year-old me hiked up my pants and went it. “I felt like I had come home. It was all red lights, and man sweat. I got a drink, trying hard not to be caught staring or to let on just how nervous and excited I was to be there. I stood next to the bar, close to a wall just taking it all in. My dad’s friends had always been hotter to me than the guys on the football team – though I was certainly into them too don’t get me wrong. That night it felt like the whole bar was filled with guys my dad would have hung out with. Except they weren’t in suits or polos; they were in leather vests, or harnesses, they had tight jeans on and chaps, there were guys just wearing jockstraps. Big hairy guys, some hulking piles of muscle others with comfortingly sexy round stomachs. I felt like any one of these guys could have wrapped his arms around me and kept me safe forever. “Eventually the bartender came back around to me, he asked me if I was new, and when I said yes, joked it was pretty obvious. He gave me a drink on the house and then darted off to help someone else. After that he kept coming back every few minutes to chat and check on me despite it being pretty busy. After I’d been there for a couple of hours, and had had maybe one too many free drinks, the bartenders suddenly appeared in front of me. Standing not behind the bar I finally appreciated him fully. A little taller than me with short hair, a big bushy moustache and long sideburns, his big burly chest stretched open the leather vest he had on, and his thick stomach stuck out slightly over the top of his tight light wash jeans. He had big heavy combat boots on, that I can specifically remember.” “You remember them because you spent four months searching every shop below fiftieth looking for your own pair,” teased Josh. “Yes, well they had quite an impact on me. He introduced himself as Steve and said he had just finished his shift but didn’t feel like going home just yet. His replacement behind the bar got us each another round, and we stood there talking. For hours. We just talked. I told him about my parents, how if they knew how I was they would never speak to me again. He said that his family had no idea either, he was just a perpetual bachelor in their eyes. He understood me. After all that time in high school and college, hiding who I was and never really feeling like anyone saw me here this man who had only just met me understood exactly what I was feeling. It was exciting. My family didn’t feel quite as terrifyingly important for a minute. “At some point we went on the roof and smoked a joint. It made us both giggly and touchy. I kept rubbing my hands on his big hairy arms. When he tossed the last tiny bit of the butt away he suddenly wrapped me in this warm tight bear hug. And I did, I really did, feel that safety crash over me. I could have stayed in that hug forever. Then with one hand he softly tipped my face up to his and kissed me. His mustache brushed against my nose, and his tongue pressed softly into my mouth. I felt like my whole body had turned to liquid and I was just melting into him. I pressed myself against his warm hairy chest as hard as I could. My arms were locked behind his neck. I must have seemed so desperate but I didn’t want that moment to end. He just kissed me and kissed me till I finally relaxed. When we finally broke apart the fear of loss was gone, and was replaced by joy. I had kissed a man for the first time and the world was still here. More than that I had kissed a man and it had been amazing, and he was there right in front of me smiling. “He took my hand and lead me back down into the bar. We must have been on the roof for hours because it was all but empty. Just a few regulars and the staff left. We sat at the bar, his arm draped around my shoulder and had one more drink before without really talking about it he led me out of the bar, down towards Battery and up the steps into his apartment. “He never asked me if I’d been with a guy before but it was obvious he knew that he had to be careful with me. We slowly undressed in his bedroom. I finally pressed my naked torso against his belly. The fur on his chest felt rough but inviting. I sank to my knees without him ever telling me to while he undid his belt. Then his pants hit the floor and I was face to face with my first cock. He was already hard, our making out had both of us worked up. Even then never having seen a hard dick besides my own I could tell it was thick. Not wildly long but beefy just like him. I stretched my mouth open and tried to blow him. I knew I was doing a terrible job, but he guided me over to the bed and coached me threw opening my mouth and taking him inside me. Slowly I got better and I slurped on his cock till my jaw hurt. “When he pulled me up onto the bed and finally took my own pants off I assumed he was going to blow me too, but he positioned me flat on my back and lifted my legs into the air. He held his hands under my ass and dove in. I think I screamed. His tongue was immediately inside me. He made some comment about having an ass made for fucking.” “I will second that,” said Josh. I wondered if this whole group had fucked around with each other. “I swear to you he ate my ass for an hour. I was sweating and shaking. The only thing I could say was ‘fuck, and please.’ It was truly amazing. When he let my legs down and crawled up my body to kiss me I felt like my whole body was live with electricity. He was still between my legs and he shifted while we kissed. I feel like it was instinct that made me lift my ass a little and tilt my hips. His cock head hit against my hole, and I remember letting out a little whimper. ‘Hold on baby,’ he whispered in my ear and spat into his hand. I think I stopped breathing. I knew what he wanted and I thought there was no way that his dick was going to fit inside me. But it did. Like fireworks going off. I shot my load all over myself literally as soon as he got balls deep inside me. He looked impressed but also a little disappointed till he realized I hadn’t gone soft. He kissed me and started to fuck me. I was so turned on I could have come a dozen times and would never have gone sort. It was one of those long steady fucks that leaves you feeling well used when its over. We passed out with his cock still rubbing against my hole while his load soaked into me. “That was it for me. I was fucking hooked. I went back to Ramrod almost every weekend for months.” “And that’s the story of how Mikey started taking loads from the bar staff at Ramrod.” “I would be mad if that wasn’t true.” Mike slapped Josh playfully in the chest, a big grin across his face. “Bit rich of the guy who last week was strapped to a sling in the baths begging me to fuck him to bottom shame me though.” “Oh I was not bottom shaming, I was just stating facts. We all know you’re a switch hitter.” “Damn skippy.” “Alright, Josh, Eric your turn.” Tony said, laying back sipping his drink. Josh sighed, and said, “Ok… The tale of how Josh Melony became a big nelly bottom.” Everyone laughed. “The year 1972, Shit Hole Illinois, at the only gay bar in town. A newly eighteen-year-old, even more baby-faced version of myself nervously snuck out of my parent’s house two weeks before leaving for college. The closet gay bar isn’t exactly in town but one town over. No one ever really was told that it was a gay bar it was just something that everyone knew. ‘Only queers go there,” that sort of thing. So, I was nervous as hell pulling up. I ended up parking around the block and walking as quickly as I could. “The Round Up, why it was called that I have no idea, was this little standalone brick building, off a side road. It didn’t look like much honestly, it could have been any dive bar from the outside. My heart was in my throat as I walked up to the door. I’d expected to be stopped or there be a door man or something, but no. I just walked right in. Honestly inside it didn’t look much different from any bar. The only real difference was everyone was male. “I kinda nervously picked my way across to the bar, and ordered a drink. I didn’t really drink at the time and had only been in two other bars with my parents. I had no idea what to so. I just perched on a stool and sipped at something that made my throat burn. Then there he was. My high school science teacher: Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds was the teacher that every girl had a crush on. He was younger than most of the others, probably barely thirty at the time. He had kinda unkempt messy hair, and always just looked cooler than any of the other teachers. He never wore ties, but had his shirts open at the collar. This had always enticed me as it gave a little glimpse to the wild explosion of hair that covered his chest. He wasn’t dressed that differently at the bar. Maybe his pants were tighter; but his shirt was the same, just much much more open. He had maybe two buttons at the very bottom done, right before being tucked into his pants. Now face to face with the chest I had only caught glimpses of before I was speechless. He looked so much less young and cool like this, he was more manly, more sexy. “‘Josh, are you sure you’re in the right bar?’ I kinda giggled and blushed and then looked him dead in the eyes and said, ‘Yes.’ He said something about always having suspected and then sat down next to me. He was really sweet, still teacherly. We talked about the need for discretion, neither one of us really wanted people around town to know we were there. After a while he asked me rather pointedly if it was my first time in a bar like that. A little embarrassed I told him yes. “’But you know you’re gay?’ He asked. “’Yeah,’ I told him, ‘I’ve never been interested in girls. It’s always been boys. Gym was hell for me, all those guys in the shower.’ We both laughed. ‘And the couple of hot male teachers didn’t help either.’ “’Hot male teachers? Who might those be?’ “My resolve faltered for a moment, and then I just went for it, ‘Well, you for a start,’ and then bold as anything I reached out and ran my hand up his chest. I felt that hair between my fingers, and it was everything I had dreamed it would be. Thick and dark, it felt rough, and so masculine. I was instantly hard. I also knew right in that moment I what I wanted. While Mr. Reynolds was still catching up I stood up off of my stool and kissed him. It took a second for him to respond but soon his tongue was wrestling mine. His hand was in the small of my back pulling me close. “’Have you ever been with a guy?’ “’No, but I want to.’ “’I’ll go easy on you then, at least at first.’ He got up. ‘Follow me,’ he said, and lead me further into the bar, and around the corner. We went through and Employees Only door and he said ‘I’m friends with the owners,’ by way of explanation. We were now in a small office behind the bar. The music still bled in through the door, and we could hear the chatter of the men beyond. He started kissing me again almost immediately. He undid his shirt as we kissed, then pulled mine off over my head. I ran my hands up and down his chest, I remember flicking my fingers against his nipples and feeling him let out these little breaths into our kiss with each one. “His hands ran all over my body, and kept squeezing my ass. Every time he did I pushed my ass back into his hands. He was the clearly in charge though, he decided when it was time to undo my pants, and force them and my briefs around my ankles. I guess unlike everyone else’s first time mine didn’t start with cock sucking. I was spun around and bent over the desk. Before I could say anything, my former high school teacher’s tongue was pushing into my ass. I remember almost shouting in surprise, and then the shout being swallowed by a long moan as the pleasure washed over me. “He worked slowly but deliberately. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it in quite the same way again, but I felt like I could feel my hole opening for him. He forced his tongue inside me again and again. I know that people on the other side of the door must have been able to hear me. I was just hoping that the music was loud enough to drown me out. He eventually spat a huge mouthful of spit onto my hole and straightened up. He lent across me, his chest pressed into my back and whispered in my ear. ‘Take deep steady breaths, this will only hurt for a minute.’ His cock pressed into me. ‘Push out,’ he coached. I did as I was told, and his head popped inside. There was no chance that someone didn’t hear the scream of shock and pleasure I let out then, Jesus. It felt… fuck… it was perfect. I understood myself more in that moment. I had always been afraid of what sex with men would feel like but it was just amazing. He pressed the rest of his cock into me slowly. I was just moaning. “Then he fucked me deep and hard. The desk was rattling, I was whimpering, he was panting. He just pummeled my hole, till I thought I might never be tight again. I remember drops of sweat falling onto my back. I remember the smell that started to fill the room, like all of the most intoxicating parts of a locker room. Then his hands tightened their grip on my hips, he fucked me even harder. I knew what was coming. He roared and punched his cock into me a few more times before holding it as deep inside me as it would go while he shook all over. I felt every pulse of his dick. “He was still shaking when he kissed the back of my neck and pulled out. ‘Stay right there.’ He whispered. He pulled on his clothes and slipped out of the door. Honestly today, I probably would not have just stayed bent over the desk, but I was so smitten with the man who had just taken my virginity that I didn’t even think about moving.” “Didn’t you spend like three hours on your knees at a sex party like two weeks ago?” Tony asked. Josh paused for a moment, and then grinned, “Ok well yeah, maybe I still would. Anyway! I was there for less than five minutes when the door opened and Mr. Reynolds came back, but this time he wasn’t alone. Mr. Jackson, an English teacher at my school too was with him. Mr Jackson was a little older then Mr. Reynolds, probably in his forties at that time. He was kinda the perfect nerdy bear. Square framed glasses, nice close trimmed beard, he always seemed so buttoned up at school. He looked so different in the bar that it took me a moment to place him. He was wearing tight jeans and a black leather harness over a narrow but well defined torso that was just fucking covered in fur. “He said something like, ‘Fuck Josh, you certainly grew up.’ “’He’s grown up a lot in the last twenty minutes,’ added Mr. Reynolds, ‘I just bred him for the first time.’ “Mr. Jackson came over and got really close to my face, ‘Did you like getting fucked by Mr. Reynolds?’ “’Yes.’ “’Do you want to get fucked again,’ he stood up and undid his jeans. A big veiny uncut cock sprung out of his fly. I gulped and nodded yes. I guess that was all he needed to hear because immediately after he was behind me working his cock in my ass with just a little spit added to Mr. Reynolds load. He was rougher than Mr. Reynolds, and took full advantage of my already fucked hole. I just let him use me. I already loved it. When he came inside me, I thanked him. “Now that they both had cum, they flipped me over on the desk so I was laying on my back. They put both of their cocks in front of my mouth and I licked the ass juice off of them while I jerked off till I shot my load all over myself. After that we all had one more drink before I went home. “I’ve never seen Mr. Reynolds again, but just about every time I’m home I see Mr. Jackson at that bar and he fucks me again in the little back office.” “Well now I’m just fucking hard,” I remember saying, we all were. The stories had turned everyone on and sexual energy was crackling between us all. All eyes turned to Eric, the only one to have not shared. Eric grinned and said, “Mine’s not really as hot as all that.” “Doesn’t matter,” Brett said, “I’m sure its hotter than you think.” “Ok, ok… um… Well we were both councilors at this summer camp after out senior years of high school…”

I wish there were designated nights where the bathhouse would allow recording or a wristband to acknowledge you want recorded. Probably a libility issue for the bathhouses, at least in the states, with vids out on the web.

11 Loads! Howard came over around 1:30. Silver daddy muscles glasses. We’ve been Fucking like bunnies for over 10 years. He’s a multiple cummer and gave me loads 7 through 10! Load 11 - cute black cub passing through from NJ. He ran through me XD

Heh, I’ve hooked up with @yunghungtop and “big dick energy” was his profile name when we met. And talk about truth in advertising. He’s got a really big, really thick dick and so much really big, thick dick energy. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about how much I loved being his cock pocket. 100%, A+++, 10/10, would recommend.

I love me a girly, sissy, femboy, cocksucker to full out tranny slut down on her knees, where she belongs, sucking my cock or bent over in the front seat of my car, milking a load out of my balls with her throat. I prefer my bottoms to basically be a girl with a cock they want ignored while they perform their duty, servicing real mens cocks.

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.

Lol I actually did very well and kept most of it in overnight. What I didn't absorb I released this morning, so there must have been alot in there as I normal try to hold onto a load overnight and some mornings there is nothing there

Been a busy hole...

You're "good to go" as of Thursday/Friday. As long as you keep taking your Descovy regularly, your chances of being infected with HIV from sex are extremely low. Estimated at 1 in 10,000, but the number of actual breakthrough cases in people who could be verified as taking the meds regularly is less than 1 in 100,000. Pig out and enjoy!

Would love to see more of this story, woof!

Just an update… I had a mild case overall, and I'm grateful that was the case. BUT it just won't quite go away - which ie beyond frustrating. I started Techovirimat (aka TPOXX) on "Day 11" and just too my last pills this morning (Day 25). Things were going so well that I thought I'd stop the TPOXX early. But then a little over a week ago ("Day 17", day 6 of TPOXX) I took a pic to see how thing were going "down there" (I felt great) and I saw an unhealed lesion. At that point I figured I'd continue the TPOXX for the full 14 days. BUT it hasn't healed in that time. It's looked pretty much like this the entire time… So that little fucker is going to stop me from having fun this weekend (I'm going to Montréal for Pride). I just want it to heal so I can be done with everything. But the takeaway for guys who are trying to avoid getting MPX is that, if that sore were in my ass rather than just outside it, I would have no clue I still had a problem and I'd be at GI Joe this weekend taking loads - and infecting the tops who fucked me. So this is not a good situation for tops since you can't see the lesions that could infect you and the bottom may have no clue that they haven't healed.

That trust is built. Not handed to a random stranger that can abuse and beat you. Way too many red flags. Sorry, I’m not trusting my well being to somebody like that

Just don't meet this guy😬

I would love to be enslaved and fucked till full stuffing with cum kidnappers feeling me totally. By a bunch of tops making me their cum dump witthout mercy during weeks.

I had a regular top that told me he wanted to make me gay. It turned me on when we talked about it. Getting fucked while prone he would lay on me and tell me I was gay for him and his cock, he'd make me tell him I was gay, that I preferred his cock in my ass to my cock in pussy. We made "deals" that if I couldn't get hard for my girlfriend I'd tell her I liked guys too. (It never happened) if I was for some reason infertile I'd be with him instead. He'd slap and hit my balls (I asked for it) telling me he was going to make them useless, I'd ask him to hit them harder. And before I'd leave his place he'd always make me cum so it was more likely I wouldn't get hard for my girlfriend. We made a bunch of other deals and he "made" me constantly repeat things. Sometimes I'd say them without his request and it would drive him wild. It was very hot, but I am now married.

I’ve done scenes for Bearfilms and Hairy and Raw..