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Best Western 2 A few weeks ago I met a guy that had contacted me through one of the dating sites at the Best Western and took his loads. About a week after that unsurprisingly I came down with a case of the "fuck flu". Today I got a message from him saying he was back in town at the same Best Western and he had a surprise for me. I told him I would be there soon and got started cleaning up and putting on some jock underwear. When I got there he let me in and I noticed we weren't alone. There was a thin twinky young guy laying down flat on the bed with his hands and feet fastened with some kind of leather belts. He had a blindfold on and a ball gag in his mouth. I quickly stripped and waited for the top guy's command. He told me to get some lube from the tub on the nightstand and lube up the other guy's hole. I did so, not sure why he wanted me to do it. I quickly got the answer without asking though, because he told me to lube up my cock and fuck the twink. I haven't topped in years and don't really have a big dick so I'd probably never get a guy so cute, but since he was tied and blindfolded he had no idea and couldn't do anything about it anyway. So I stroked myself a little but was surprisingly already hard at the thought of feeling this tight little hole. I lubed up my little cock and then after testing the hole again with first one, then two, then three fingers I easily slid balls deep. The twink let out a little moan around the gag so I paused there for a second before pulling back out and then slamming back in as hard as I could. Damn, it felt good and I don't know why but I felt like topping for the first time in a long time. Pretty soon I was giving him all I had, my ass going up and down and my hips slapping his butt with each stroke. Then I felt a hand on my ass. First giving it a good slap, then feeling me up. I slowed down and paused for a second while a lubed finger probed my ass, then two with more lube. While I was still fully impaled into the twink I felt the big dick of the POZ top guy slide into me until he was also fully impaled. Then he pulled back out until only the tip remained right at my sphincter. I pulled out of the twink and back onto the dick until I was again fully impaled as he pushed back forward to force me down and keep me sheathed in the twink. We slowly figured out a rhythm and started to move faster, me being pumped as I was in turn pumping. All three of us were grunting, moaning and groaning as we could hear over the sound of skin slapping. This went on for a while until I felt the pumping of the POZ top start to get erratic and he groaned out "Oh yeah, giving both of you my DNA". I stopped fully inside the twink and the POZ top fully inside me. I felt his hot cum jetting into me and it triggered my orgasm as well, sending my now tainted seed into the twink. The POZ top pulled out and pushed me off the twink, then he mounted up and started pounding him hard. Soon he had blasted his second charged load directly into the twink. "I'm knocking your tight little faggot ass up!". He then unbuckled the twink and pushed me down on the bed and started giving me the same treatment, the twink watching and jerking his cock. The POZ top had amazing stamina, as his big dick never waned in hardness. It took a good long time before he came in me. Afterwards he said into my ear "He got my strain from both of us, I want you to help spread it far and wide". After that the twink and I both got dressed and I waited for him a minute outside while he had a few words with the POZ top. After he came outside we exchanged names on the dating site so we could maybe hook up again. Surprisingly he told me that he liked chubby dad types like me. I told him that I hadn't topped in a long time but had liked it again more than I thought I would. A about a week after that I got a message from the twink "I'm pregnant". I answered back "So am I". He asked me if I'd like to meet him. I told him I'd get a room at the Best Western where we had both been impregnated. "One of my friends from school would like to play with us". I told him that sounded great... but that's another story. To be continued?

Best Western So I was on one of the dating sites when I get a message from someone who I'd never chatted with before. The message was a dick pic and "frequently in Austin". Nice looking dick so I looked at his profile. No answers to most of the questions. A bit of a disappointment. He is listed as being from Brownsville, which is about a 5 hour drive from here. So I ask him whether he can host when he is in town. "Yes. Poz top here." That makes my little cock instantly start to throb. I message him back: "Neg but poz friendly bareback bottom here. I'd love to take your loads when you are in town". "I'm here now. Best Western in Round Rock". That causes an major jolt in my little cock. That's very close. "I'll be right over, send me the room number". "I love hungry faggots" was his response, along with the room number. "I'll be there in about a half hour" I message back. I jump in the shower and clean out my hole with several full enema bottles and then lube up with petroleum jelly pushed in with my big butt plug. Once I'm all cleaned and lubed I slide on my sissy panties which are thongs with pink hearts on them. I hope he appreciates that. I quickly get in the car and drive up to the motel, parking away from the building. I walk up to the door and it opens a crack as I approach. The shades are drawn and it is dark inside but I enter. As I do I see he is already naked and his big dick is hanging down already half erect. "Strip and get on your knees, faggot" He says I do as ordered and he grabs my hair and pulls my head forward to him. I open my mouth and take in his dick and start to suck. Very soon it is fully hard and I can taste his pre-cum when I pull up. "That's enough, bend over the side of the bed" he growls at me. Wasting no time, I comply. I feel his finger in my crack and then he finds my hole, pushing in and bringing a moan from me. "Already lubed, that's good" I then feel the tip of his big dick start sliding up and down my crack until it finds its mark and he starts to slide in. I'm an experienced bottom but his big dick causes me to groan out with pleasure as my hole stretches. He grunts in pleasure in response as he is buried to the hilt. Then I feel him start to pull back out and bury himself again. Pretty soon I hear the slapping as he is pounding me relentlessly. The room is filled with my moans and groans and his grunts as he uses my hole. I know if anyone in the rooms on either side is listening they know what is happening, the sounds are unmistakable. He pounds me for a good 10 minutes before I notice his balls are no longer slapping my taint because they are drawing up and his pace is becoming faster and more erratic. I know very soon his charged load will be launched into my negative ass. I cry out "breed my ass!" and he responds "Yeah, take my seed you worthless faggot". Then he stops, his dick fully inside me and I feel the pulses as his poison cum is pumped deep inside me. He pauses there, both of us panting and sweating, but his dick doesn't go soft. After a bit he pushes me down on my stomach and starts moving again. Soon his hips are bouncing off me again. This time he pounds me for a long time and then I feel him start to unload again, even more forcefully than the first time which I didn't think was possible. "Yeah, knocking you up good faggot!" he growls into my ear. He rests for a minute and then unbelievably he is at it again. My hole now sloppy wet but starting to get a little sore. After just a few minutes he deposits his third gift in me and then pulls out. "Get dressed and get the fuck out" he says. I don't argue and slide my clothes on as fast as I can. As he is pushing me out the door he says "I'll message you next time I'm in town". Let me know if you get the fuck flu. Sure enough, about a week later I woke up with a fever, chills. And I knew what was going on so I sent him a message. His reply... the purple horned smiley. I can't wait for the next time he messages me.

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

I get shivers through my balls and up my spine when a tall beefy hot man throws himself on his back, lifts his legs, and offers his ass for me to fuck. I also get off on a smaller guy pushing me over and in no uncertain terms let’s me know he’s going to throw a hard fuck in my direction. Then again, I don’t limit myself with many parameters. If a guy wants to top or bottom … or flip! … then I’m happy to oblige. I have few limits.

Part 3: Second Meeting With Jelous Daddy After a few messages to set things up, we agreed to meet at the same time and place on Monday. The weekend drug on for what seemed like forever and each night I thought about the cock he had relentlessly shoved down my throat. Eventually, Monday arrived and I went to the same spot we had met the previous week. I also brought the little black bottle I had been at the hotel on Friday. He arrived and I immediately assumed the position on his trucks bench seat to suck his big cock during the ride. Like the last time, I was turned on knowing that we could easily be seen by other drivers. I had been practicing controlling my gag reflexes in anticipation of another possible face fuck. As a result, I was taking him much deeper in my mouth this time, even managing not gag when we hit bumps with the cock in my throat. This time he parked his truck in the garage. When we got back to his place I expected to get right to business. But, much like our first meeting, we went to kitchen first where he offered me a drink. "I don't supose you'd like something stronger this time?" he asked. "I think I can handle that" I replied, "in fact it might might make things a little easier." He turned around and quickly mixed up a drink for me. As he handed me the highball glass he said "Straight whiskey or bourbon is a bit of an acquired taste and I'm guessing from your age you're not an experienced drinker." I agreed and he said "I made you a whiskey sour. Its a bit sweeter but there are still about 2 shots worth of whiskey in it." I took a sip and decided I really liked it. We stood there making small talk for a bit. I hadn't come to talk but I liked it when guys made the first move. I drank quickly to try to hurry things along and had finished in about 10 minutes. At the time I was 6ft tall, 130lbs, had no alcohol tolerance, and was drinking on an empty stomach. As a result, I was already feeling a bit light headed and dizzy. I think he sensed I was already buzzed and didn't want me to over do it before we could have our fun. He gave me a can of coke and brought me to the living room to sit down. Our conversation quickly turned to sex. He started to ask me questions like how old I was the first time I had sex and how many people I had fucked. I think I surprised him with how low the first number was and how high the second number was (fucking total strangers from the internet builds up your body count pretty fast). He asked me to stand up and when I did I almost fell back down from the head rush. He guided me to center of the room and began to undress me. Soon I was standing naked in the center of room. The living room was quite large and stepped back to take a look at me. He was still fully clothed and I felt very exposed as he started walking around me checking out my naked body. He told me to get on my knees as he continued to walk circles around me. Obediently, I dropped to the floor. He was behind me checking me out for a while but soon gave his next command, "Bend over and let me see your ass." Again, I quickly complied. He walked around me one final time before coming to a stop behind me. He was still fully dressed as he knelt down behind me. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze then started running his hands up the center of my back, exploring the rest of my naked body. After reaching my shoulder blades his hands started to work their way back down the sides. He pause briefly when he got to my hips, and again when he got to to my butt, and again when he got to my thighs. He took his hands off me for a moment and gave my ass a smack before grabbing both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose to little pink hole. Over the weekend my ass got a much needed break. I knew from checking the prior night, while I wad getting to ready to meet, that my body was smooth and my hole was the size and shape of a button. He admired it for a moment before withdrawing a bottle of lube from his pocket. He put some on his index finger and began to gently rub my hole. He ran his finger up and down several times. Applying just enough pressure to barely penetrate each time his fingertip slipped over the opening. He positioned himself behind behind me and undid his pants. I could feel his cock was already fully erect as started to rub the head up and down my ass. Like with his finger, he applied a steady pressure and pushed in slightly on each up and stroke. The excitement was killing me as he teased my ass with cock. He was thicker than I was used to and after taking the weekend off my ass was extra tight. It stung a bit when he put his hand on my lower back and started to push his cock in. The feeling of his girth slowly moving into me and my ass expanding to take it was pure bliss. I reached into the pile of my discarded cloths in pulled out the black bottle. The room was already spinning from the alcohol. The sting of taking the thick cock melted away as soon as took a deep hit from the bottle. Immediately after exhaling, the dizziness and pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle thrusting of his cock. He continued fuck me, building up his pace and gradually working deeper as my ass adjusted to accept his girth. I could feel he was building towards cumming. But at the same time, I was feeling something building in me. Something I hadn't felt before. I suddenly felt like I had to go the bathroom but I was sure that wasn't really the case. A moment later I pulled away away, legs shaking and spasming. He pulled me back on to his dick and said "Dont pull away from it boy, just let it happen." He started to fuck me harder and I took another hit from the bottle. My vision was blurry and everything seemed to fade away, until just the pleasure of being fucked remained. The feeling I had before quickly returned and continued to build. I realized I was moaning loudly, I wasn't naturally very vocal durring sex. My legs were shaking and I reached out and grabbed my my shirt from the cloths pile, I just needed something to hold onto. The feeling built more and more until I felt like I couldn't take it and tried to pull away. But he kept his hands on my hips and held me in place maintaining the same steady rhythm. I convulsed, twitched, and spasmed, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Then it happened. I started to scream as my cock twitched. The most intense waves of ecstasy shot through my body. As soon as the first wave had passed the second began. My cock twitched again as I tried to to collapse onto the floor. But daddy held me by the hips to keep me from falling. He continued to maintain his rhythm as my cock twitched again and a third wave overtook me. As the final fourth wave hit, my cock twitched again and I felt as if I might pass out. Daddy continued to fuck me as the intense orgasmic waves subsided. As I started to come to come back to my senses I realized that I had shot a large load of cum onto the floor between my legs. This was the first time I had ever cum hands free. Still fucking me, daddy pulled me back about two feet so that the puddle was directly under my face. I took another hit from my bottleas he started to pick up pace. "Clean up your mess boy he said." I put my lips to the floor and started to slurp up the cum. As I continued to suck and lick at the pile, daddy cried out that he was cumming. A few deep thrusts later, just as I had finished licking the floor clean, I felt the first spurt of cum. He cried out slightly and a gave a few more pumps adding more cum to my ass with each trust. He held position for a moment to catch his breath before pulling his cock out. He admired my hole again for a moment. Im sure my hole no longer looked like a little pink button. In fact I knew exacly what it looked like. There were other times Id taken at it a look after being freshly fucked. I knew the opening was now slightly gapped, that the pink ring was now purplish and was puffy and slightly swollen. I also knew it was glistening from the mixture of cum and lube that was slowly starting to leak out. The daddy put his hand on my my lower back and pushed my ass lower. "Push it out for me boy." I pushed and felt a squirter of cum drip out. I relaxed for a moment then pushed again expelling more cum. I repeated until nothing else came out. Daddy then put two fingers in and scooped a little more cum onto the floor. He put his fingers in front of my face and I instctivly silucked the cum off it. Daddy got to his feet and and moved in front of me so I could lick his cock clean as well. I sucked and licked until all the cum was gone. Daddy buttoned his pants and said "now clean up your mess boy." I slid back and started to suck and lick at the cum puddle I had just pushed out of my ass. After I finished cleaning it up he told me stay naked. I waited a moment while he walked to the kitchen area and mixed me another drink. "I only made half this time since you have to go soon, you should be able to finish in 2 or 3 gulps." I downed the drink, still feeling light headed. Daddy picked up my cloths pile from the floor and instructed me to follow. He led me to the garage where he tossed my cloths on the passenge side floor board before climbing into the driver seat. I climbed in and assumed my position as he pulled out and began driving me back. Being naked and exposed while feasting on cock turned me on so much I thought I might cum again. If anyone had seen us in traffic, they would have seen everything. Me gorging myself on cock. My freshly fucked ass in the air. Daddy's cum still dripping from my hole. About 2 minutes from the meeting place I started to getting dressed. As he left I was hopeful he'd want to see me again. He was the only guy who had ever made me cum from just anal. After my mom picked me up and drove me home I checked my computer. Daddy had sent me a message. It simply said to be at the same spot next Monday. I was disappointed I'd have to wait a while before getting a chance to take his cock again. But I had to make do. I started messaging other guys and making arrangements for the rest of the week. To be continued...

Bear with me. Bathhouse. In the name, place you go to bathe. Some of them have pools of one sort or another, but not the kind you soap up in. All usually have showers. But sre you going to shell out money to go do something you can do at home for free? No. I suppose there could still be urban situations in which having a facility for bathing and grooming close to the place of business would be an advantage, but in many bathhouses there aren’t even any counters in the bathrooms. Then there’s the spa/health club angle. Now, if there were nothing in the building but the steam room, sauna, exercise equipment (which I have yet to see one single person use), would you go to it? You might, but it would be called s gym. So if we don’t really go to bathe, and we only ostensibly go for health, why do all these men actually go to bathhouses? Because they’re sex venues. Obviously. And they’re operated as a business. With owners who reap the profit from the basic resource being provided to their clients, which is, again, only tokenly bathing and health amenities, so it must be a place to have sex. Okay, a person who owns an brothel with no sex workers in it will make no money at all. In order to serve the clients, the resource must be the sex workers themselves. In the case of a bathhouse, the sex is provided by the clients to each other for free…or is it? Each would not have access to the other if they both did not pay the owner for the access, which amounts, by transference, to paying the owner for the services of the person providing the sex - who ends up being the bathhouse owner’s actual resource. But the clients ate not employees. So essentially, the bathhouse owner makes a profit running a community brothel of unpaid sex workers. — Obviously, the above is an exercise in pure sophistry, but I think there must be a kernel of truth in there somewhere. I happen to know that two Tops coming to CumUnion tonight ate coming specifically because they want to fuck my ass. If I weren’t here whoring my body to Tops for free, that’s money the bathhouse wouldn’t be getting. I mean, I get called a whore enough as it is, I might as well claim it…

Damn I wish I saw this. I was there and totally would have seed him.

If what you mean is "asking [about someone's STI status] is insufficient for actual complete protection" then I would agree. But the idea that it's "discrimination" to have an informed discussion about STI status and history is just bonkers. If nothing else, someone's responses to those questions may help you realize whether or not this person is a good fit for you as a sexual partner. I'd much rather have someone who says "I've had X and Y in the past, but always get treatment and generally abstain from sex until it's cleared up" than someone who says, in essence, "How dare you ask such a personal question when I'm about to do something very personal with you?" And I'd much rather hear "I had gono three weeks ago but the doctor told me with the run of antibiotics I'd be clear to fuck again by now" than "I don't bother with STIs because they just happen, you can't ask about that because it's discriminatory."

I sucked his sock till it got really hard, with his PA banging my tonsils. He pulled me up and pulled down my scrubs to see my pink lace thong. "Damn look at you, you dress like a sexy slut huh", he said eyeing me up. "Yes i like to dress like a slut. I know that makes tops like you hard and i want you hard.", i said teasingly He reached out and pulled my panties down to reveal my pink cock cage. "Yeah i thought i felt a cage. Damn your piss hole plugged too?", he said "Yes my Daddy wants me locked up and i am not allowed to cum, only take cum", i replied With that he grabbed my cock caged and played with rotating it and grabbing my balls. I let out a moan and arched my back wanting more. "Ohhh sluts horny isnt he. You havent cum in a long time", he said and then twirled me around and bent me over. "Ohh whats this", he said as he pulled at the butt plug. "My Daddy wants to me to keep all the loads in me so they soak into my pussy", i said pushing back. With that he pulled it out and put it at my mouth. I sucked on it tasting all that dirty cum and my cunt juice. "You filthy whore you are going to get one more load", he said He put the head of his cock and pushed in. I grunted in discomfort as the PA was big and pushing in my insides. Slowly he sunk in till i felt his balls at my ass. They he started to fuck me good and my grunts turned into moans. I pushed back as he rammed into me. "Ohhh god damn. Your pussy is so tight ohhhh. It feels so good", he said fucking me hard. I started to squeeze his cock massaging it as he rammed into me rotating his hips and punishing my prostate. "Ohh bitch....your cunt is so hot. Squeeze it", he moaned. I worked his cock over good with my cunt for two reasons. One is i wanted to give him a good fuck and second i knew i needed him to nut quick as the break was almost over. He fucked me good bent over like that for a good 5 minutes. Even though i had closed the door i was worried they could still hear us fucking in the office. I heard someone come back in the class and sit down moving a chair. He kept fucking me and then whispered in my ear he was going to cum in me with his poz cum. I squeezed his cock hard and felt his expand and shoot his load in me. "Ohhhh i am cumming in your cunt, you whore", he moaned in my ear ramming into me and using his hand to play with my cock in the cage. Precum was oozing out of the small plug whole. He put his fingers in my mouth and i licked them clean. He slowed down his ramming and pulled out. I quickly turned around and got on my knees and sucked his still hard cock clean. He pulled me up and kissed me deep. "Fuck your pussy is incredible." he said i amazement "So is your cock. I hope we can do this again", i said smiling. We pulled up our pants, fixed up and opened the door. Aaron was standing there near the door with a smile on his face. I smiled back and walked towards my desk. The other students just started coming in. Aaron pulled at my arm and whispered quietly, "You have a wet spot on your behind". I put my hand on my butt and felt a wet spot. Crap in the rush i forgot to put the butt plug back in and his cum was leaking out of me. I went back to the office and put the plug back in my ass. I grabbed some tissue and tried to dry off the wet spot. I went back to my desk and sat down. When i sat i felt the plug push further in and rub my prostate and let out a soft moan. Aaron looked at me and smiled. Damn i am such a slut.

@ellentonboy You are totally misconstruing the intent of the OP. The argument is that even though the people providing the sex aren't getting paid, because the owners/operators of the bathhouse are getting paid, it is tantamount to a brothel. @ErosWired is not promoting or advocating anything that is not currently taking place. He is describing a possible interpretation of the existing nature of bathhouses and their operations.

LAMONT Private Nathan Lamont knew he had to be careful, but he had a plan. He was overjoyed when the Charlies were given a four day pass after their Airborne graduation with the big city of Atlanta, Georgia so close by. He’d checked with everyone to see what their plans were and wasn’t surprised when everyone else decided to stay local to party and relax. He could get a hotel in Atlanta in Midtown and no one he knew would be around that he had to avoid. He would stay in the Cheshire Motor Inn, a place with a particularly seedy reputation within walking distance of the new bar The Heretic. He also wanted to hit the Atlanta Eagle, another bar that catered to the Leather scene. Two of those places were on the restricted list the Army maintained to keep soldiers away from unsavory and illegal activities. Lamont was well informed about how to avoid notice and it was never any problem to keep under the radar. His dick remained hard from the moment he decided on his plan, but he had no outlet for his sexual frustration at the moment. His usual go-to, Valentino, had been avoiding him ever since the first week at Airborne and he’d come to the conclusion that the pretty, agreeable, and energetic blonde soldier found another dick to fuck his amazing ass. That was a shame, because Valentino was a fun fuck, simultaneously submissive and eager. Even so, Valentino was strictly a bottom, and Lamont had his cum-filled balls set on getting fucked as much as he did the fucking. His opportunities for sex were rare and he had to get as much as he could in the next three days. Lamont easily found the bulletin board at Benning on which rides were posted that were available to Atlanta, both official and personal and he selected one at random. A Corporal Etlinger wanted $20 in gas money, which was a little expensive, but the ride met Lamont’s other requirements. He didn’t want an official ride that would put him in Atlanta, and a Corporal was low enough rank that a Private from a different unit riding with him wouldn’t raise eyebrows. And hopefully the Corporal wouldn’t have a lot of questions about his intentions even though he had a story prepared about visiting a friend who had moved there. His last task was to check his kit, gear, and equipment into the storage depot on post where soldiers could drop off their stuff when they went TDY or to a special course elsewhere that didn’t require them to have their gear. He was only going to bring his small backpack with a couple changes of civilian clothes. Corporal Etlinger’s glittery metallic brown Mustang with white pinstriping down the side pulled up to the curb two minutes before 1400 hrs. Lamont saw an arm wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt reach out to the passenger door to open it. “You Lamont?” The voice called out. “Yeah, that’s me.” Lamont answered, stepping towards the open passenger door. “Get in, let’s get on the road.” Etlinger said. Lamont pushed his backpack behind the passenger seat into the back. “Bucket seats? Nice!” He commented. “Bitchin ride, dude.” He said as he climbed in. “Thanks. Only reason I signed up for this bullshit.” Etlinger responded. “Don’t slam the door.” Lamont had lucked out. Etlinger was a fucking fox. His loose fit, straight leg Levis looked new, and under his open front plaid flannel button down, a crew neck black tee shirt hugged his somewhat muscular chest before tucking into his jeans. He had a heavy gold chain encircling his neck. Etlinger’s brown hair and brown eyes gazed at him with intensity. Handsome, but not pretty and just rough enough around the edges to look like good blue collar stock, the look was enhanced by the five o’clock shadow on Etlinger’s jaw. Hmmm. Now that he was inside the Mustang, Etlinger’s five o’clock shadow looked clipped, edged and cultivated rather than natural, which was a turn off. Lamont didn’t like it when guys tried too hard to look good, or affected stuff he considered decoration like some loud and flashy bird doing a mating dance. He did have great teeth and a nice body, but his eyebrows looked sculpted and shaped. Lamont revised his earlier assessment, Etlinger obviously thought of himself as some kind of player, some hot shit asshole. The gold chain, eyebrows, stubble, glowing white Nike high tops with the laces loose rather than tied, the tongue pulled forward - fucking Ugh. The only thing missing was a cut in the eyebrow to mimic a scar, and some line patterns etched into the buzzed hair just above his ear like Vanilla Ice. Lamont imagined the only reason he didn’t see any of that was grooming regs wouldn’t allow it. He wondered what Etlinger did in the Army, he seemed to have way too much time to focus on how he looked, plus a shit corporal getting a Friday afternoon off? “Seatbelt. I don’t need any MP bullshit.” Etlinger ordered. “Where’s the $20?” Probably some admin job, command staff, his CO away for the week for one reason or another, his Sergeant or LT taking the opportunity for a short day, long weekend for themselves. Lamont scrambled to grab the belt and secure it. That was another thing, Etlinger was talking to him like he was irritated, ordering him rather than asking. And fucking Corporals didn’t get to order fucking Privates to do fucking anything. They could, sure…if they wanted to get a reputation as a dick, but it was unlikely that the Private wasn’t going to call their bullshit. But Lamont was just here for a ride so he pulled out his wallet and fished a twenty out and handed it to Etlinger. That’s fine, it was just a couple hours or so. They didn’t have to talk. Lamont looked out the passenger window. He didn’t miss that Etlinger hadn’t said ‘thanks’ when he handed him the money. His opinion of the Corporal fell even further. The drive to I-85 went by fast, neither of them saying anything. Even if Lamont wanted to say something, the unrecognizable hip hop group blasting through the stereo speakers made it impossible, with the thump of a subwoofer (probably in the trunk) buffeting his body. He couldn’t even decipher the words or what the song was about. Lamont wondered how much Etlinger spent on all this image bullshit. Probably everything he made. Well, they didn’t have to be friends. Lamont relaxed his attitude. Who cared anyway? He realized he was being bitchy because Etlinger disappointed him after his initial assessment and went from fox to fuckwad. The Army was full of Etlingers. Young idiots with the first real steady money they’d ever had and poor financial choices quickly followed. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. It had been an early morning. He didn’t really sleep, just dozed. He was in an unfamiliar car, with someone he didn’t know (and didn’t much like) which meant his training wouldn’t let his brain let go of all awareness. Infantry never rests unless your brothers are around you to take watch and let you collapse unconscious for a couple hours of good sleep. Worst way to fall asleep, and the best sleep you get. Nothing better than your lights just going out and you remember nothing until you get shaken awake two hours later. So yeah, he wasn’t sleeping but he didn’t need to. Another thing you learned out on patrol was how to close your eyes and rest your body and brain without actually falling asleep. It could bring you back to almost human when you were too exhausted to even move. He felt the car slow and opened his eyes. They were coming to a traffic light, on a street crowded with buildings. Probably downtown Atlanta. He reached over and turned down the radio a bit, receiving a dirty look from Etlinger. “Hey, any chance you can drop me off near my hotel? It’s off of Cheshire Bridge Rd, near Piedmont.” “Sure, give me a roadie and I’ll drop you off.” Etlinger replied with a smirk. “Seriously man?” Lamont said with a scowl. “I’m not sucking your dick, dude.” Rule Number One: No military. Well, except for Valentino, but Lamont knew Valentino wasn’t going to say anything. This guy? Absofuckinglutelynot. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to walk a few miles. Hell, walking an actual sidewalk was a luxury compared to rucking over terrain. Just the thought of getting near this fake-ass poser’s dick made his stomach turn. Lamont was proud to be a slut, but he was a slut with standards. “Let me out here.” He said. “It was a joke man.” Etlinger complained in sullen accusation, as if it was Lamont who crossed the line. He reached behind the seat and pulled up his backpack, then leveled Hip Hop White Boy with a look that promised violence. He could take this asshole apart with one hand without breaking a sweat. “Pull over, fuckface. I’m not asking.” Lamont’s patience was gone. “Okay, man. Relax.” Funny, Etlinger’s entire tone and demeanor changed completely. His cockiness was non-existent, his face no longer held that cultivated jutting jaw, one eyebrow raised, no fake snarl on his lips. He literally deflated. Now Lamont could see the actual person Etlinger was, and he looked sad and pathetic. Without his image act, the corporal was not impressive at all, just some poor kid (hah! Etlinger had to be three or four years older than Lamont, but Lamont couldn’t help seeing a kid). All veneer, no substance. What the hell was happening to the Army? Lamont also felt a little shook with the realization that people older than him, with more rank, weren’t necessarily better people with their shit together. He shouldn’t be surprised by now. The worst was realizing that about a superior officer in your chain of command. When that happened, it really stung because without competent leadership you were surely dead, and you began doubting your training, which in turn undermined your confidence in your missions and objectives. And those were the BIG 3 in Infantry: Training, Mission, and Objectives. Etlinger pulled into a parking lot, some fast food place called The Varsity. He’d eaten before leaving the base, so he wasn’t hungry. As soon as the Mustang stopped, he popped the lock and opened the door to climb out. “Look, dog…” Etlinger started. Lamont just about threw up in his mouth. Dog? Was that some kind of insult? He ignored the idiot. He made sure to slam the door before walking away. Back at Benning Lamont had studied a map of Atlanta, and the area he was going to be staying in, so he knew roughly where he needed to be. All he had to do was figure out where he was currently. He walked to the nearest intersection, which was not far. He was on North Avenue and the Interstate wasn’t far away, about a block or two. So, he was Southwest of his target location. He started walking. He reached the Cheshire Motor Inn at 1830 hrs just as it was getting dark. The walk was pleasant. Neighborhoods, a huge park, strip malls, offices, historic homes, just like any other American city. He checked in using his fake I.D. He was 22 year old Abel Calloway, from Fort Wayne, Indiana. His fake was professionally done, and had cost him $1100 but it was money well spent as he got a birth certificate, a social security card, and a driver’s license, all valid. Abel Calloway was real, or at least he would have been if he had lived past the age of 8. The Cheshire Motor Inn was a relic of the 1950’s, it had a couple two story buildings side by side, then one single story row across the parking lot. Your room opened out onto the parking lot, a single big window beside the door. But Lamont didn’t care about any of that. What he did care about was that the Motel was cruisy. And close to the bars and other places he wanted to hit. As he was walking to his room, he noticed a man in his late 20’s or early 30’s unloading a suitcase from his Chrysler LeBaron. The suit and tie, the LeBaron, the Motel, a worn suitcase… salesman most likely, saving money by getting a cheap Motel room. The man caught Lamont staring and nodded in greeting. Lamont nodded back. Not bad. Not the best looking guy, but hey, dick was dick, and he wasn’t gross or ugly, just out of shape. Besides, the gold wedding ring on his left hand made him a desirable target all by itself. Lamont didn’t necessarily have a thing for married guys, it was that they were clean and safe for the most part. Married guys were just as worried about catching something and bringing it back to their wives as Lamont was. Plus, married guys were primarily straight guys who just needed a little relief, or to get their freak on once in a while. Whether they were suppressing actual homosexual feelings was something Lamont didn’t think about too much. It didn’t matter why, what mattered was there was an awful lot of otherwise straight married men out there who didn’t mind getting off with another guy. But there were two other things Lamont appreciated about married guys - first, they almost always topped or wanted a blowjob and rarely reciprocated, and second, they were usually older guys. He guessed it took some time for your marriage to become boring enough to find some way to get that thrill again that wasn’t happening with your wife. The salesman was a possibility, but later. First order of business, get a shower, make sure he was cleaned out, then something light to eat. A restaurant called The Collonade was nearby, but it looked expensive. Real restaurants where you sat down and a waiter brought your food were all too expensive for his Private’s pay. On his way to the motel just up the block he had walked past a mom and pop Italian place he’d try instead. He could probably have dinner for ten bucks. After eating, he popped a couple breath mints before walking inside the adult novelty shop across the street. He needed lube. It was a shame he’d have to throw out whatever he didn’t use, for one practical reason and one personal reason: Carrying an unsecured liquid in your gear was a recipe for disaster. You may as well just take the top off and pour it all over your stuff yourself. And second - he sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing him with lube. All sorts of questions would come up. The whole idea of lube was still a new phenomenon for the average normal American. Deviants and perverts were the ones who found it necessary to use assistance for sex, like toys and lube. It was getting more common, but still one of those ‘better not anyone know’ type of things. While trying to decide on which brand to buy, he notice a sign behind the register that said ‘$5 minimum purchase for tokens’ and asked the clerk what the tokens were for. “Video booths behind that door over there.” The clerk indicated a door off to the side of the shop. Lamont perked up at hearing that. “I’ll take $5, thanks. And the WET with the blue top, small bottle.” He preferred Wet, just seemed a little more slippery and long lasting. There were other lubes that just became sticky or dried out in the air. Once his purchased was made, he went to the door. It took his eyes about ten seconds to adjust fully from the glaring fluorescent lights out in the store to the darkness of the area behind the door. A dark, seedy Candyland awaited. The place was moderately busy, with about sixteen or so booths arranged in a small maze. There were some guys leaning against the wall near the entry door, but Lamont could see more bodies wandering around further back. The sound of porn could be heard from somewhere nearby. He decided to just walk the place first, get an idea of the layout, as well as check out the clientele before he made any decisions. He felt the eyes of the three guys near the entrance checking him out, and he gave a mental smile but ignored them. He wouldn’t have to chase anyone down, not in here. The entire place was painted black, with the only light being an ‘EXIT’ sign and small lights above the booth doors indicating if one was ‘In Use’, as well as the ambient glow on the ceiling from the tvs playing porn in the booths. Just enough to see someone’s basic features. The hallways were small, making it difficult to pass by another person without touching. The smell was familiar, and his body had a now automatic response of surging heartbeat, increased blood pressure, shallow breathing and an instantly hard dick. It was the smell of sex, exclusively male sex, an underlying scent of men, and cum mixed with basic antiseptic Lysol. Every single Adult Theater or place where multitudes of men had sex smelled exactly like this, and the scent became associated with sexual thrill, orgasm, the hunt, hard cock, grunts of pleasure, hunger, thrusting anonymously with strangers, complete abandon and fifteen other now automatic reflex thoughts and feelings. Smell was one of the most powerful human senses in terms of automatic nervous system response. Smell was what warned you a predator was near, spiking your adrenaline immediately. The smell of food spurring hunger. Rot or death indicating possible danger, disease, revulsion. Perfume or cologne signaling seduction and your guard relaxed. Every single smell in the entire world forced your body to react before your mind even translated what the smell meant. Before you knew what the world was, as a newborn infant, the smell of your mother instilled comfort and safety. Smell could trump rational observation. It was why they were taught very early on that deodorant and cologne weren’t used when you were on mission, on patrol, or out in the field. The enemy could catch the scent on the wind, and a smart enemy could determine your location. Simple human sweat could be anyone, including a fellow enemy or soldier, but created scents were very specific. You still didn’t want to get too ripe though, but dirt, sand, some leafy plant with a strong odor usually took care of the worst ripeness. Part of their field training included using scent to recon and track. Smoke from a fire, oil and metal from heavy machinery, a cigarette, food cooking. They were taught that cigarette smoking was forbidden in most situations for that very reason, and that frequent smokers had a deadened sense of smell that couldn’t pick up subtle clues that others could and that the smell of a burning cigarette traveled a very long distance. As with the guys by the entry door, Lamont felt the eyes rake over him in the dark and the focused attention sent a single message: fresh meat. He’d have to be careful. The pushy ones sometimes made it difficult for others to approach him. A slut with standards chose the daily special, rather than being chosen by them. Sometimes Lamont was direct, when he wanted to fuck. Being assertive and dominant sent a clear message who was taking care of who. Which mean the opposite behavior signaled a willingness to get fucked or suck some dick. It was always better to draw the nervous ones in with a little shyness, but repeated looks that darted away when you were caught looking indicated interest, and promoted increased assertiveness by your target. Sometimes Lamont wanted eager, desperate and hungry. But today he wanted reluctant, nervous, doubtful. He wanted the ones who were picky, and he knew he could get them. There were always two or three in places like this. Guys who hated the necessity of having to resort to anonymous sex, who hadn’t yet reconciled the feelings they got from trashy anonymous sex with the regretful thoughts of self recrimination they had for not liking vanilla sex as much. Lamont knew he could inspire desire, just by being young and in incredible shape, for men like those. His youth, at 20 years old, indicated he was relatively pristine, they’d read it as inexperienced, and if there was anything that type wanted it was a fresh, young, clean body. He’d learned sex club etiquette not long after he turned 18, but there were additional rules in Adult arcades and theaters. A direct look before entering a booth said ‘follow me in, or take the next booth for gloryhole action.’ Once in a booth, if you hadn’t checked out the person in the adjoining booth first, a quick glance through the hole would tell you the level of interest, whether you were interested yourself, and what type of action they might be looking for. Stroking your hard dick indicated you wanted your dick sucked or to fuck. Just being in a booth with a gloryhole indicated you wanted to be watched at least, and were potentially looking for action. If you wanted to provoke, all you had to do was choose a movie and start rubbing your cock through your pants. There actually were booths that were completely private if you were just there to watch Schoolgirl Vixen III take it up the ass while you beat your sad, neglected meat in a place that would get you excommunicated from your church if they knew you couldn’t even bring yourself to ejaculate on the floor and instead held a wad of paper towels you’d hastily grabbed from the bathroom to hide your shameful orgasm. After all, Jesus might watch you jack off, but flaunting your pleasure weakness by spraying your seed everywhere was stepping over the line. There were plenty of those types that frequented places like this too. They could be spotted by the avoided eye contact, nervousness and the way they made a beeline towards a booth. But cruising had it’s own unwritten rules, developed over decades of secret, hidden places that catered to the world of men who didn’t want intimacy or involvement. Even back when homosexuality was against the law there were places men could go for anonymous sex in which neither party knew who the other was, thereby avoiding exposure. Masked parties, back rooms, secret clubs, abandoned buildings, infrequently visited locations like parks at night, wharves and piers with cargo creating dark and hidden areas, truck stops and gas station bathrooms. Lamont figured a man’s sexual needs invariably drove him to find any outlet for his desire, and while a minority percentage of men were devoted to women in general, and eventually to one woman in particular, the vast majority of men just wanted to get off with anything that had a hole. They’d settle for a women to provide a family, comfort, and taking care of the home. But for them, it was only a matter of incentive and desperation to determine the degree to which they’d sink to have the primordial thrill of spilling a load of jizz from their balls into just about anyone, whether it be a whore, a mistress, a cocksucker or some random stranger they’d never meet again. In video arcades, once in a booth, not pulling your dick out, or sitting on the bench or chair meant you were the one looking to service cock. Or it could mean you were just passing time in a booth, or waiting for just the right guy. Lamont hated the ones that just sat in a booth without doing anything. It basically took two booths out of commission. If all you wanted to do was sit there, get one of the booths without gloryholes. He’d once thought maybe they just wanted to watch another guy jack off without any interest in actually having physical contact, but fuck…everyone that came to these places wouldn’t just want to have someone watch them jack off, would they? Up ahead stood someone that immediately drew Lamont’s interest. The way he was leaning against the wall, affecting a casual boredom and disinterest piqued Lamont’s curiosity. The low visibility didn’t reveal a lot except the guy’s basic build which was decent enough to be suitable for Lamont’s needs - trim waist, average but developed shoulders, just slightly smaller than Lamont. As he got closer he saw short, close cropped dark hair and a goatee, along with a very proud nose. Handsome, maybe blue collar, kind of rough looking. Somewhere between late 20’s and mid 30’s. Something about him started Lamont’s cock dripping. Damn, he had to reel this one in. He knew the play, the guy’s boredom said Lamont would have to seduce. Lamont let his eyebrows relax and opened his lips slightly as he passed him, putting out an innocent vibe. He changed his shoulders from confident to uncertain and meek, he slowed his stride. When the guy’s eyes met his, Lamont looked down. Looking down was ‘damn I was caught, I’m scared’. Looking away was sometimes dismissive and sometimes uninterested, but it always signaled confidence. Lamont wanted this one to think he was prey, so confidence was the wrong play. He waited a three count before performing a quick look as he passed. That was important, the second look. The second look said ‘I really liked what I saw.’ Lamont turned the corner and stopped. His heart was beating. He loved the game, the hunt, the chase, the uncertainty and potential. Would the guy follow? Lamont suddenly thought if the guy was following, giving in too easily would make the guy dismiss him. His intuition was something he could rely on, it had never failed him, and it was finely developed from the time he was 12 and began learning the ropes of seducing his teammates on the swim team, and some of their dads. But his proudest moment was seducing his coach when he was 16. Lamont inhaled. He could smell the scent of someone’s recent orgasm, probably from the booth at his back. Cum, that heady odor a man exuded as he was driven to shoot his seed, it all floated in the air around him. He pushed off the wall and walked slowly. He didn’t look back. If the guy was following him, it would be better if he thought Lamont didn’t know he was being followed. Hunters wanted to catch their prey, feel powerful doing it, getting a thrill from an unexpected attack. Lamont heard steps behind him. He moved aside to the row of three booths, trying to make himself small. He was a scared little baby animal, unsure of his environment, seeking safety. “‘Scuse me” a deep voice came from his left. Lamont let himself shrink further towards the wall. He pretended to be startled, flattening himself against the booth door behind him, which gave way and opened. He shot a shocked look to the man with the voice. It was his target. He darted inside and closed the door. If he was right, the booth next door would open in few seconds. Lamont reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple tokens to feed them into the machine. A porn started, some pretty blonde was getting SuperDicked by a black guy wearing a white tee shirt. She looked so small, his cock was fucking huge, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit. The scene panned out and there were four other huge black guys surrounding her. Lamont thought her pigtails were a nice touch, it made her look like she’d just turned 18 if not younger. Damn, that dude was giving it to her hard, and she was yelping. Poor little white girl, she was going to get fucked full of so much black cock. She probably wouldn’t make her Chemistry test tomorrow, so sad. She was going to get kicked off the cheerleading team! Lamont kind of hoped this was the kind of video where they fucked her full of cum, leaving her pussy dripping. But he knew the scene had just started, so he hit the ‘NEXT’ button while he waited for hot goatee guy to commit. Lamont bent over to look through the gloryholes on either side. Nothing yet on his left, where he expected goatee guy to come in. On the right was an even older guy, hard to tell, as all he saw was a decent six inch cock being stroked through the zipper fly of the guy’s jeans. Definitely straight. Straight guys loved pulling their cocks through their flys, as if exposing themselves more meant they wanted to do gay stuff. Still, the wedding ring, heavy watch, hairy arms, and large gut put the guy on Lamont’s list. Dick was dick, and clean married dick, even just six inches, was dick worth sucking. Guy probably wouldn’t fuck, Lamont knew the type. But a nice thick load of mid-life crisis and empty nest dissatisfaction would energize him for his night out later. Daddies were always so grateful. He heard the creak of the door to the booth to his left, and the latch click. He darted a quick look, noting the white tee shirt and Levi jeans matching goatee guy. Lamont immediately stood up and felt himself through his own jeans. Fuck, or get fucked? Goatee guy would decide. Lamont waited ten seconds, didn’t see the guy’s fingers come through the hole, so he bent over to take a look through the hole. Fucking Goddamn holy shit! Goatee guy had his pants pulled down to mid thigh stroking a thick eight incher. Lamont was done playing games, this was a cock prize, fucking FIRST PRIZE in the cock contest. But he didn’t lose his cool. The game was the game, the hunt was the hunt. Too forward, and the stud would bolt. He tentatively put his index finger on the rim of the hole, then pulled it back quickly. Hard to miss if Mr. BlueCollar Goatee was looking, which Lamont knew he was. Hell, Lamont could hear the lame dialogue of the porn BlueCollar Goatee was watching, and he sure as hell wasn’t watching Mrs. Bigtits tell the Plumber that her washing machine was leaking and all she wanted was to put another load in. But BlueCollar Goatee was playing the game too. Lamont watched while his stroking slowed, and he grabbed his balls and dick together, shaking it up and down. He expected Lamont to be watching, that’s what made Lamont’s heart skip a beat. Lamont felt his salivary glands release a gush of saliva. This dude had waited patiently for just the right guy to walk in, wanting someone who would appreciate the beauty of his perfect cock, his big hanging balls. Well, BlueCollar Goatee had hooked the right fish with his bait because Lamont knew exactly what this guy needed. And at that moment, Lamont knew if the guy wanted it raw, he would have it. His intuition was thrumming. There was a thrilling confidence, almost arrogance to this guy that Lamont loved. This one loved to fuck, loved his own dick and wanted to push it inside someone worthy. This was a guy who chose who he had sex with carefully, who didn’t just fuck any hole he could get, and Lamont knew he could get any hole he wanted in this place. He dripped masculinity and aloof confidence. Lamont knelt down in front of the glory hole and hooked his finger, keeping it there this time. He put his face close, so the guy knew what he was getting, a mouth, available, waiting and willing. And he knew which mouth it was, he’d seen Lamont dart inside the booth. There was only one reason BlueCollar Goatee was doing his dance. It was a message: show me you want it, because all eight inches wants you. The guy kept stroking slowly, obviously enjoying the tease. He squeezed towards the tip, producing a clear drop of pre cum before pointing his dick toward the hole. Lamont stared watching the thick fluid gather then start to descend, dripping in slow motion. He did the only thing he could, he opened his mouth and put his tongue out. BlueCollar stepped closer and wiped the head of his cock across Lamont’s tongue. Lamont was beyond the game now as his tongue retracted to savor the salty flavor of this magnificent man. Fuck, his fluid tasted unbelievable. He was lost now, succumbed to the wanting, the desire. The game was over. BlueCollar was going to sink his dick into his waiting mouth. His eyes barely saw through the top of the hole, but the hunger had a hold of him and the tease had him tunneled, everything in his focus was this man’s naked hips, his hairy wild bush, his thick rigid dick and the turgid penis grasped tightly in a masculine fist. The presence of tiny black hairs on the knuckles of BlueCollar’s hand sent Lamont into a spiral of lust. This was a man, a tough fucker who knew the value of what he held. He considered his cock as a trophy to be acquired, something for a winner, an achiever. Lamont knew that every cock he lusted after was on this pedestal, and BlueCollar loved the game, the hunt, just like he did, which only heightened Lamont’s lust. This was a competitor, and the challenge demanded he make the interaction as competitive as he could. So Lamont did the unexpected. He stood up and pushed his own impressive dick through the hole…because BlueCollar was being a tease, and this was the moment that would determine how their meeting happened. If BlueCollar was going to hold back, Lamont would press. Oh, he understood the value, the allure, the seduction of holding back, but it was time to engage, to breach… either BlueCollar wanted direct engagement or he wanted more. Lamont had decided a dick was penetrating one person or the other. And a young 20 year old iron-hard 7 inch curved cock would force BlueCollar Goatee to decide what he wanted more… hot young innocent mouth or hard dick. Lamont was ready for either but his preference was to be the one taking BlueCollar’s cock. He felt a hand stroke his cock, a good sign. BlueCollar wasn’t afraid to touch a dick. The stroking was… amateurish… perfunctory. Definitely a ‘not interested in that but still willing to play’ message. Lamont withdrew to find BlueCollar pushing his cock in almost right beside his. Fuck, here it was. Lamont dropped into a squat, pushing his mouth onto the hard dripping cock in front of him. He swallowed it half way, not wanting to send the message that he was experienced…yet. He let out a deliberate choke, gagging. “Fuck, you better suck that dick, boy. That’s what you wanted.” He heard BlueCollar say from the other side of the wall,. Lamont did another dive, as if he was eager to please, and choked again. “Yeah, choke on that cock. Go deeper, faggot.” Fuck…Lamont had hit the jackpot. A dominant, abusive straight dude in denial. Right off the bat he hooked a dude who was just waiting for some faggot hole to force his dick into. If there was any God looking out for him, this BlueCollar Goatee would fuck his raw dick violently up his ass as deep as he could force it and spew a healthy load of baby batter guts deep into Lamont’s willing and receptive fuckhole. In the age of AIDS, a raw fuck and ropes of straight cum were rare commodities. It almost never happened. Lamont’s intuition told him this was a guy who was either between girlfriends, or had decided fags would take his cum when women demanded a condom. The sexual world for straights had changed just as drastically after the mid 80’s when they figured out AIDS wasn’t just a gay disease. Now everyone was scared. Everyone was putting on condoms. Fucking dental dams were being used just for cunnilingus. Porn was changing, cumshots were never internal or near an opening. AIDS had changed everything. The throat slime was all over Lamont’s chin, and he had to back off the huge cock to take a breath. He looked over his shoulder and saw that six inch cock shoved through the hole. Guess that guy was watching the action after all. That was the benefit of being the middle booth in the glory hold triplet. What the fuck, why not. He stood up and went to suck old dude’s dick, bending over. BlueCollar could wait. He was hooked. Might be good for him to sit in frustration. Lamont didn’t play any games with six incher…he swallowed that whole, all the way down. It wasn’t too thick or unmanageable. Nice size. A mouthful. He knew his ass was facing BlueCollar’s gloryhole, deliberately. BlueCollar would have to make a decision. His cocksucker was otherwise occupied…what would he do? Oh, how unfortunate, there was only the untouched butthole of a 20 year old inexperienced youngster right here … what should I do? BlueCollar did what every hormone laden hardon encumbered male would do. He spit on his cock and pushed. Lamont was penetrated at both ends, the booth perfectly dimensioned for him to press his ass to the hole behind him and at his head. Fuck yeah. He had a moment of pure bliss. Cocks at both ends, and his favorite one in his ass, another in his mouth. If they came at the same time, in his holes, he’d cum without touching himself. He knew BlueCollar didn’t put on a condom, which frightened him and thrilled him at the same time. Fuck, what was he doing? The guy was a stranger. He couldn’t stop himself, even so. He knew if BlueCollar wanted to fuck his jizz deep in his ass he wouldn’t stop. He wanted that guy’s cum, he wanted it deep up his ass. Fuck, old guy in his mouth was welcome to shoot too. Old married guys who were gut-laden, wife and three kids, cock through his fly…he got relief maybe a couple times a year if he was lucky. Lamont would gladly swallow every swimmer the guy pumped out. BlueCollar was pumping head to balls when the older guy unloaded with a series of grunts into Lamonts mouth. It was sweet and thick, every successive volley heavier and more voluminous until Lamont’s mouth was filled with cum. Damn, the guy must have been saving that up for a while. Spit or swallow? Reason prevailed, and Lamont spit the wad of jizz out onto the floor. The fantasy was fine to entertain, actually sucking down a stranger’s load was something else entirely. As disappointing as it was, Lamont had to be careful. But the thick thrusting cock stretching his asshole was sending him into a state of abandon. It had been too long since he’d felt a raw dick up his ass. 8 months to be exact. He knew he was playing with fire and the danger element contributed to his heady, heightened arousal. BlueCollar was bouncing against the plywood wall of the booth, thrusting hard, not caring about the damage he might be doing to the young pliant hole on the other side. Fuck, BlueCollar was so deep. Lamont kept still, pressing his ass back against the hole, mentally willing the man to lose control and shoot. He could hit the bathroom after and expel the man’s seed, he told himself. That would reduce the risk, right? Yeah, that would be fine, no different than spitting a load out from his mouth. Lamont had always loved that place in between, the thrilling indecision where what your mind wanted disagreed with what your conscience told you should be done. It was the choice, the potential for complete satisfaction that remained just out of reach. It was leaving the decision to the very last minute, would BlueCollar pull out or would he seek to force his cum deep inside Lamont? Would Lamont even know the moment it was happening or would BlueCollar ejaculate silently without providing a clue? Had the man already cum and was he just fucking his deposited load into a frothy foam now? Lamont realized then that he didn’t care. The man was sexy, hot, virile and being inseminated by him was what Lamont craved. Fuck, he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t resist his basic nature. The game he played with himself was the most fun, how he told himself he wouldn’t be a complete whore when the real him understood he had no true control and that he would always take the risk. No, he’d say, not this time. This time I’ll be careful, I won’t do what I did before. But then he’d do it anyway because caution, safety, protection were just not ultimately satisfying. Most of the time in this day and age, the top made the decision for him, putting on a rubber before fucking, which did sooth Lamont and he did honestly love the rest of the sex, the kissing, the sweaty bodies, the grunting and feeling of a full, stretched ass, of being dominated and submitting himself to a man. All of that was wonderful and satisfying. Very few interactions resulted in what Lamont would term ‘bad sex’. However, raw, risky dangerous sex was in a whole different universe, whether it be a risky public location that could result in being caught, a person who was supposed to be untouchable because of their position like his swim coach, or having unsafe sex without a condom. Sometimes he thought there must be something wrong with him that he loved it as much as he did. Why couldn’t he like plain, straightforward vanilla sex as much as he loved the other kind? Why was something illicit and forbidden such a thrill? But those were questions for him to ponder AFTER he committed the act, not while the most incredible dick he’d had in a long time was fucking him so good he didn’t even care that another dick had come through the hole in front of his face. Not a bad dick, but he hadn’t had the opportunity to see the guy attached so he wasn’t going to touch it. He was a slut with standards, and the new dick didn’t meet his standards. Lamont raised his left leg to put it on the bench in the booth, giving his ass a better spread and allowing him to feel BlueCollar’s awesome cock in a different way. Fuuuuuuccck, the dude knew how to use that cock, deep long strokes that alternated between brutal and deep, to slow and shallow thrusts. He’d been at it for more than five minutes and Lamont knew the guy was holding off, determined to enjoy the young 20 year old hole as long as he could. Quality recognized quality, and BlueCollar probably understood something like this young hole didn’t come along but rarely. BlueCollar paused in his thrusts, and Lamont knew the moment was near, he was trying to keep from shooting. This was the moment, the time for a decision. He could pull off, let BlueCollar shoot all over his ass, feel the warm, sticky liquid spurt over the sensitive skin and drip down. He knew he’d already made his decision the moment he saw the guy’s cock through the hole, he wouldn’t pull off. Besides, he told himself, untold amounts of precum had already been fucked deep inside him, who knew how much was already pooled in his guts, so what was the harm in more? A simple rationalization that he might regret later, but regret had no place in the present. Regret was a future thought that considered the past, always, restricted by its own rules of operation. Now that the choice was reconciled, Lamont’s bloodstream was flooded with all the adrenaline, serotonin and endorphins his nervous system needed to send his head into a maelstrom of sexual pleasure that rivaled an orgasm. Lamonts balls were fully retracted, his dick as hard as he’d ever felt it, dripping with its own surging young pre-cum. He started moving his ass up and down on the dick, fucking himself back onto the shaft. BlueCollar began shoving even more violently and they met in a perfect rhythm of synchronized lust. BlueCollar had made his own decision, just as Lamont had done on numerous similar occasions, the decision to inject his hot load inside the hole beneath him regardless of consequences. It was the ultimate feeling of sexual release when a top and a bottom agreed on how it all would end, when they merged as a single rutting beast with one goal: FUCK to IMPREGNATE. Lamont let out an involuntary moan, he wanted it so bad that he’d lost all sense of his surroundings. His brain was fully focused on the cock in his ass, the vision of this rough, sexy man’s muscular ass propelling his thick hairy cock into Lamont’s willing asshole, pounding against the booth walls and sending the unmistakable sounds of violent sexual release out into the rest of the arcade which were more apparent now that both of their video tokens had run out of time. In an instant, Lamont felt the wall behind him shake, the cock inside him stop and spasm, the motions of the man behind the wall became erratic, breaking the rhythm. Lamont closed his eyes and pressed fully against the wall. He was being inseminated, milky white sperm shooting out deep inside his guts in ever increasing jerks of the hyper masculine fuckpole so beautifully designed by genetics and nature to commit this very act inside a warm bodily cavity. Lamont never felt so rewarded or complete as when his hole achieved this purpose of bringing another man to orgasm, as if he’d fulfilled his purpose, that he’d done everything right and giving release to a man filled an emptiness inside him. When he bottomed it was almost completely about allowing the man to use him fully, he almost didn’t even care about his own dick, or shooting his own load. He knew how it felt to cum inside another man’s ass, to fill them with his seed, to give them that potent genetic fluid meant to pass along a part of himself to a worthy partner. It was as if a part of him would then live inside them for the rest of their lives. It was a form of procreation, inseminating another, and it didn’t matter if it resulted in pregnancy. Some form of his genetic material would fertilize the membranes it found. Sperm had an infallible directive - wriggle inside and disintegrate to disperse your payload for absorption. It was this that he wanted from certain men, from specific cocks. He wanted part of their attractive masculinity to be implanted in him, just as he wanted his to mix with specific other men. And he knew he would feel all the best attributes of BlueCollar merge with him making him a stronger, more capable man. BlueCollar had slowed his thrusts, almost completely stopping in motion, before pulling his cock out of Lamont’s ass. Lamont hurriedly turned and looked through the hole. He wanted one last look. Fuck, that was a beautiful cock, something about the dark hairy busy framed its now shiny length perfectly. BlueCollar was in the process of using a papertowel to wipe it clean before pulling up his boxers and jeans quickly. He seemed in a rush, a feeling Lamont knew all too well. The act was completed, it was necessary but now that it was finished the urge to leave trumped everything else. A quick check of the hands on each of BlueCollar’s pockets, probably to assure himself that nothing had fallen out, like his keys, money, or wallet, before he unlatched the door and left. Lamont liked his style. No thank you, no words exchanged, no final look. In fact, every action indicated that Lamont no longer existed. That comforted him, another indication that BlueCollar had resorted to this for one purpose, to get off and nothing more. Lamont searched himself for any sign of disappointment, regret or fault for what he’d done, and found nothing except the desire to allow that man to do the same thing again. He ran a couple fingers over his freshly fucked hole and played with the sticky reminder of his conquest. Fuck, if he didn’t have another dick his entire weekend he’d still be satisfied. A fuck like he’d just taken was going to make it difficult to enjoy any other men for weeks, he knew. He realized he was done here. He had no desire to troll around to find what was likely to be disappointing after that, but he’d keep the rest of the tokens because he also realized he’d probably return here at some point over the next couple days. He also needed to get a couple hours sleep before going out tonight. The hunt at a gay bar was a different kind of game involving flirting, tease, projecting a persona to bait interest. Along with that came the ability to completely relax among others of his kind without looking over his shoulder at who might be watching. Lamont imagined the disappointment in the men positioned along the halls of the arcade as he walked out the exit.

ARE YOU A FAGGOT? • Do you get hard when Men order you to strip? • While you know you should hate being called a faggot, does it actually turn you on? • Are you most at ease when Men give you orders? • When a Man spits on your face, deep down, does it somehow feel right? • When you jack off, do you imagine being dominated and degraded by Men? • Do you like being fucked with other Men watching? • Have you ever fantasized about being taken to a gay club, completely stripped and led around on a collar and leash? • Have you ever let a Man piss down your throat? • Has a Man ever ordered you to jack off in front of a group of fully clothed Men? If you answered YES to any of these questions, then you are a FAGGOT. Embrace your true self. Strip. Kneel. Beg. Obey.

It finally happened. I was perusing Grindr yesterday when I got a message from a blank profile. Don't you fucking hate those? Normally I ignore them or, if I'm particularly horny, I'll demand a dick pic to see if I want to keep chatting. But this one was different. The first chat message I received was, "2 tops here". WELL. That changes things. I decided to explore to see if they were for real, and if so to see if they could host. Hosting is difficult for me these days and that's usually where things go south - the top contacting me hasn't bothered reading my profile, so we get all the way up to arranging a meeting only to have him say he can't host. And my favorite is when he also can't travel! I like to engage guys early on with two provocative pics. First I send a picture of a raw cock in my ass from above. Then I send a shot of my ass with cum leaking from my hole. If the top is not into either of those I know I'll be wasting my time chatting with him further. In return I received two pics - one of a big black dick, ramrod straight without any discernable curve to the shaft. It was cut and had been slicked-up for the pic. It looked delicious! The other pic was of an even larger white cock, also cut with a nice upward curve. I began salivating immediately. After liking both pics I typed, "Raw only is that cool?" "Yeah," came the response. Then, "You poz?" I'm not, and I'm never sure how to answer that particular question. Some guys are looking for others who are poz. Others want to avoid playing with guys who are poz. So, I hedged my bet and responded with, "No, not yet." I waited breathlessly for the response. Would they block me? Go silent? In fact he did neither. Instead, his response was, "You wanna be?" Another potential trap. If I came right out and said 'yes' or 'no' it could be the opposite of what he wanted to hear. So again I hedged. "I don't refuse loads," I replied. A little flame appeared in the top corner of my message. He liked it! So, curious to find out who I was chatting with, I messaged him back. "You guys poz?" I asked. The picture of the beautiful black dick appeared again along with the message, "He is." That was all I needed. My hole twitched involuntarily and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach as I began to type my response. But before I could finish he added, "Come by." It was the middle of the afternoon and I was working from home. I quickly checked my calendar. It was wide open. I deleted what I had been typing and simply asked, "Where and when?" "Now," he replied along with the address. I checked the clock. While I surf the apps regularly while I'm working from home, I don't usually get hits that pan out so I never clean out until I have something actually lined up. I messaged him that I would need an hour, hoping that wouldn't put him off. "We'll be here," came the response. The butterflies increased as I rushed into the bathroom to clean out. I found myself wondering about the guy I had messaged with. He said his friend was poz, but what about him? Did he take a turn first, to stretch the bottom's hole and pump a neg load in there for his friend to follow? Was he also poz? I didn't even know if the poz guy was undetectable or not. I didn't care. I needed those cocks inside me, regardless of their status. I finished douching and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then stuck my feet in some flip flops. I wanted to be able to get naked as quickly as possible once I arrived! Grabbing my little brown bottle, I headed for the door. Once in the car I checked the time. I was going to be about 15 minutes early, so I sent him a message to let him know. "We're here," he responded. I was incredibly nervous the whole drive there. Thinking back on it I don't recall much of the drive itself. My mind may have been so preoccupied that I did it on autopilot. But I made it safely and pulled up in front of a large stately house on one of the nicest streets in town. I messaged from the car. "I'm here." "Come inside. Follow the music," he instructed. I was only too happy to obey! I took a quick huff from the brown bottle to steel my nerves, then walked up the walkway and through the front door. I found myself in a huge two-storey foyer. Stairs ran along both sides and met at a landing on the second floor. Below the landing and directly ahead of me was a set of double doors. They were closed but I could hear the thump! thump! thump! of a beat emanating from behind them. Next to the doors was a table, on which I found a blindfold and a note that simply red, "Put this on and knock." So, that's exactly what I did. I felt a slight change in air pressure and heard the creak of a hinge as the door opened. "Damn," I heard an appreciative voice say, "you're gonna be fun." He led me into the room and I heard the doors close behind me. He grabbed my chest from behind and ground his crotch against my ass. I could feel a large and very hard cock pressing on my cheeks through his pants. "Let's get him naked!" a second voice said. I was glad I had worn so little. I easily kicked off the flip-flops then felt a pair of hands pulling my t-shirt over my head. At the same time someone else unbuttoned my jeans and they fell to the floor. "You're on video," the first voice said. "We're gonna record all of this. Tell me why you're here." I was momentarily taken aback. He had not mentioned recording me when we had chatted. It was not something that occurred with great regularity and I was unsure how I felt about having this particular encounter on video, but the die had been cast. I was the fly and I was already firmly in their web. "To get fucked," I replied. "And get pozzed," he added, putting words in my mouth. "Yes," came my feeble reply. "You willingly accept that you're going to be fucked raw and have poz cum shot in your ass?" he asked. My cock stiffened a little at his words. "Yes." My voice was firmer this time. I heard the click of a plastic cap and two fingers applied lube to my crack, paying special attention to my hole. First one finger, then a second, slipped inside me to make sure I was greased up. I was led forward a few steps until my knees encountered what felt like a mattress. They spun me around and seated me on the edge of the bed then pushed me back. One guy grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress - presumably to better position my hole - while the other pulled my arms above my head. Once I was in position, though, they didn't release their grips. I wondered why until I felt still more hands on me, this time shackling both my wrists and my ankles. What was going on? I tried to sit up but they easily held me in place. As soon as the shackles were on they hooked my wrists together, then connected a chain that pulled tight and immobilized my arms. Another chain was pulled across my midsection and drawn tight. It was not uncomfortable but it was secure enough that I knew there was no getting out of it. Then they bent my knees until they were nearly touching the mattress on either side of me and connected the shackles to the chain, holding my legs in the air and exposing my hole perfectly. It had all happened so quickly! I was confused and more than a little nervous, even a bit scared. But, I reminded myself, I had come to take a poz load, and they were making sure that happened. There was no going back now. Next a small mask was placed over my nose and strapped to my head. What was this for? I wondered. I resolved to breathe through my mouth but a faint, familiar scent told me what it was for: it was connected to a brown bottle so I could take hits whenever I wanted! This was definitely a moment where I needed that, so I inhaled mightily and held it ever so briefly before exhaling through my mouth. Then it began. There was no warning, no probing finger in my hole or cock stuck into my mouth first to get hard. A large cock simply slid past my sphincter and deep into my guts. Before I could even catch my breath he had bottomed out and began plowing mercilessly. Whoever this was, he put his hands on the backs of my thighs and drove me relentlessly into the mattress. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Besides that and his grunting, though, there were no sounds audible above the thump! thump! thump! of the music. At last he relaxed his grip and I felt the telltale pulses of his cock as he pumped his load into me. Was this the guy I had been chatting with? Was he lubing me up with negative cum so the poz guys could take their turns, or had I taken my first poz load? I had no way of knowing. His cock was replaced not by another but by a small, scratchy object. A toothbrush. They were roughing up my insides to make sure their strains took! It was exceedingly uncomfortable but only for about thirty seconds before it was withdrawn. A voice I had not heard before said, "Good. Nice and red." I lost count of the number of cocks that bred me that afternoon. Somewhere north of ten my brain went foggy thanks to the regular hits through the little nose mask. I had no idea how many guys were there. There could have been dozens, or there could have been a few who kept taking turns. All I know is that I was impaled by cock after cock and there was no way of knowing how much poz cum had made its way into my guts or which strains had begun working their way into my bloodstream. At last the assault on my poor stretched-out sphincter wound down and I could hear some of the guys getting dressed and leaving. I was left chained and blindfolded a while longer and when they finally released me, only the two guys I originally thought I was meeting were there. As I sat up I felt like I had been put through the wringer. Well, really I had been. I wanted to ask about what had happened, about how many guys had used me and how many poz loads were swimming around inside me, but I was just too groggy. Silently they helped me get dressed and on my feet, and I slipped back into my flip flops. They walked me to the door and the white guy simply said, "See you again soon," as he pushed me out onto the porch and closed the door. Dazed, I walked back to my car and sat there for a while until my head was clear enough to drive. I went home and fell onto my bed and into a deep sleep that lasted through the night. The whole experience felt like a dream, yet the dull throbbing of my abused hole tells me it happened. Now the waiting game begins.

TBH, though, a lot of the people on here might as well be mute given that they don't want to have any conversation with their sexual partners whatsoever.

11/4-11/5 I was in Orlando for work. Fucked by a Latino local, then 2 Latino travelers from Chile at the same time, then 5 black men (not at the same time) 11/11-11/12 7 guys in Macon GA

Chapter 13: The Road to Pozzing Our first visit to the doctor was after a week. The doctor did a test on my partner to determine his viral load. He informed him he was well on his way, but not there yet. The doctor added that he was impressed though with such a viral load after only a week. He said his current load was over 50,000 and said a high viral load was around 100,000 but he's seen guys with a million or more. He said he expected my partner would be well over 100,000 by next week though and likely to infect me by next week. Boy was it going to be a long week! When we got back, we headed to the waiters place to celebrate. I begged my partner to breed me, but he said it would be worth the wait if a week. I'm not sure who was more disappointed, the waiter or me. He said as there wasn't going to be any sex, we should party some. He headed into the house saying he'd be right back. He returned with some Tina and something I'd completely forgot about. About a month earlier, we had all jacked off our loads, and froze the cum in popsicle molds. My partner said he knew how much i wanted cum up my ass, and the waiter smiled and said i was going to get some. The molds weren't quite as long as a rocket pop, but thicker. Both he and my partner did a slam, but gave me a booty bump, before fucking me with the cumscicle. I've had a booty bump before, and loved the rush from it, and how much longer the high seemed to be. Had it not been for the bump, I'm not sure how the cumscicle would have been! Even high, it was quite the experience. The cold at first was quite the shock, but it quickly melted in my hot hole. Neither of them fucked me, but they did finger the cum inside my hole until it seeped out over my balls. All in all, I took three maybe 4 cumscicles. The second week arrived, and we went for our tests. My partners viral load was over 500,000! The doctor said we should have the conversation party soon, and offered his place. He said that it would only be the three of us. My partner breeding me, and him filming it if we wanted. He explained that we should not invite the waiter as he felt a strong bond between my partner and I and felt it was important that we were confident in knowing he was the one that pozzed me. We both agreed. The doctor said not to worry though, once I converted he would also throw a party for us. He continued by saying that he too had stopped his meds, but the results were not as encouraging as my partners. Before we left, the Dr took me aside and said he wanted to see me privately, and nor to let my partner know about it. I thought this strange, but agreed to it. Before leaving, the Doctor set up a time for my conversion. We decided on Friday evening as we would have the entire weekend. We agreed that would be a great idea. I set up my private appointment with the doctor for the following day, knowing that Friday was fast approaching. At the appointment he told me to strip, and get on the table. He planted a deep kiss on my lips, and told me he was so happy for the both of us. Just the thought of Friday got me hard, and the doctor said he wanted to taste one of my final negative loads. After he finished me off, he said he would insure that Friday would likely be the day of my conversion. He explained that special prep would help though. He then pulled a cruel condom from a drawer and explained it to me. I told him that the waiter had already given us one, but we'd not used it yet. He said he preferred using a toothbrush, and felt that would be sufficient consideting my partners Viral load. He instructed me to put my legs in the stirrups and handed me a toothbrush. He explained that he felt it would be important to brush my hole before my partner seeded me Friday. He also suggested that I initiate the brushing by telling my partner that I would first brush myself to show my commitment to him and then ask my partner to aggressively brush my hole. I begged the doctor to fuck me the cruel condom, and he said it would be best that I wait for the party after I pozzed. He however suggest I experience it by putting it on a dildo, and fucking myself. I then shoved the toothbrush up my hole, and started brushing myself. While doing that, the doctor dropped his pants and started playing with his rock hard cock. He told me to pull the brush out, and look for some pink on it. I'll have to admit, I was a bit nervous and wasn't brushing that hard, and the first several times I took it out there was no pink. When we first saw pink though, the Doctor positioned his cock at my face, a blew a huge load on it. That was a relief, as in the back of my mind I thought the doctor was going to breed me. Next Chapter: Impregnating Me

On the apps during the day at work looking around to see what's going on. This attractive guy just a few years older than me messaged me. Pretty quickly it went from trading pics to setting a time and place to meet up. This time it was going to be after work. I could have walked there in 15 minutes, but since I was headed home afterwards, the drive took maybe 5 minutes. I walk up and the building is dark. We see each other since he's on his balcony waiting and then comes to let me in. Needless to say he might have been about 10-15 years older than his pics, but I was just there to get his load. I was going to be on all fours, so I didn't need to look at him. I jump in his shower to freshen up, then go to the bedroom. I then start to suck his cock to get it hard and he said he wanted to feel teeth. That did it because he definitely got hard after that. I turn around and then get in position. He lubes up and tries to slide it and after a few attempts he's in. Being that he's older than probably 60, it doesn't take too long and about 5 minutes later I've got his load up my ass. I jump in the shower again to clean up so the husband doesn't suspect anything when I get home.

You're not alone. I love SPH.

It’s discrimination to ask if someone is negative for STIs? Wow, what a soft world we live in these days.

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Short answer: Vault139, SBN, Bunker… and Hampstead Heath Hardon and other occasional parties/club nights can also be good I see you’re new on this site: if you wade through the posts in this subforum you’ll find out pretty much everything you need to know about the London bb scene

Sunday afternoon - was busy most of the day and going out in the evening but was really horny in the afternoon and got chatting to a German business guy who was staying at a hotel near the airport. He wasn't really my usual type - he was mid 40s and quite hairy, but I enjoyed chatting to him and I have to admit I really liked the photos he sent me of what looked like a big, long, thick cock, so arranged to meet him at his hotel. So glad I met up with him - he gave me one of the best fucks I've had in a long time! I sucked him for a while, licked his hairy arse and then rode his cock. He fucked me in every position possible, including kneeling up on the bed and we finished off with me on my back with my legs in the air as he bred me. We talked for a bit and he told me he was married with two teenage sons. Then he sucked my cock and when he had got me good and hard, he knelt up on the bed and I went up his arse, fucked him and pumped a nice big load up his married arse. We swapped contact details and hoping for a repeat session some time when I'm in Germany or he's over here

Slid it on a dildoe , it will bugger up a hole for breeding

I have a cruel condom. It hurts like a mother fucker. I love it.

I think what you're describing is endemic across the country since the "secret veil" was ripped off a certain segment of our population in a different context. Once dishonesty became the coinage of a large chunk of the population, the coarsening of our society has deepened quickly. The fact is, where would men like me be without cumdumps? Up a damn creek, that's where. Once the binding elements of any social structure are gnawed at enough, the binds loosen, and the behavior worsens. I think you can and should call out these self-encrusted men that steal your stuff, make appointments and not keep them, all of that negative stuff. The internet may enable them to behave selfishly, but it can also enable them to be shamed for their own selfishness.

Weirdly I know a number who are indeed married and disease free but they'd rather fuck raw and cum in a hole. Especially if they gonna cheat. There reason for cheating is literally the animalistic need to breed.

I’ll play along here. Anyone want to do nasty things to this? Taken after 8 hours of continuous fun.

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Thinking the same thing. I see Justin’s real son Jeremy getting piped inTo the group soon. HoT!

Jumping way ahead I can see Drew seducing Justin's real 19 yo son. Corrupting him and then arranging a super-spun & pervy 3-way for himself, Justin and his son... but that is just me and my chief exercise is jumping to conclusions...

I see three potential reasons the guy acted as he did: 1) He wasn’t actually on PrEP and would have been caught in his lie; 2) Had s concept of honor that would take unbrage at someone questioning his word one he has give it; or 3) He decided he just discovered that you were a neurotic worrier and notpicker, that he had no time for any extra drama, and that he had just dodged a bullet. You may never know. I echo the advice above saying get on PrEP yourself snd render the matter moot. Incidentally, a request for proof inherently implies a level of doubt, snd when applied to something s person has said, therefore implicates suspected falsehood. In other words, if someone tells you something and you ask them for proof, it’s hard not to be seen as either disbelieving them or calling them a liar.

Part 10 I kept staring at Drew's face, looking into his eyes, my thoughts racing wildly as I silently processed what he had just said. He wants to fuck me! He wants to fuck me??!! I felt his hard cock pressed against my body just below the waistline. I felt it's heat and felt the wetness of his precum continually oozing onto my skin. I wanted his cock and his cum. I wanted to make him feel good. I remembered how great it had felt being in his ass last week. And just a bit earlier being in Ryan's ass. And I couldn't forget how good Kevin's cockhead against my hole had felt. But..... All of this ran through my mind in only seconds. While Drew waited for me to answer I felt him move one hand from my asscheek and almost immediately felt his fingers working into my asscrack then making contact with my virgin hole. He pushed against the entrance to my guts with a finger causing me to moan and press my body tighter against his. I couldn't pull my eyes from his and I saw a strength and need in his eyes, a need I wanted to satisfy and a strength I was feeling myself yielding to quickly. He brought his lips to mine and began kissing me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth as I readily opened my lips to him. As we started kissing more intensely I felt his finger rubbing the edges of my hole then his finger pressing against it a little more forcefully this time. As I moaned into our kiss I was dimly aware that, as if on it's own, my body ever so slightly pushed back to meet his fingertip. I heard Kevin's voice from somewhere say, “Hell yeah buddy! That's it. Let go and give in.” Hearing the now-familiar “click” of a lighter being lit and knowing its meaning in this situation, Drew and I both pulled back from our kiss and saw Ryan standing next to us with the flame heating up the pipe. With a look of total lust on his young handsome face he moved the stem to my mouth and I began drawing in the thick white smoke, knowing it would help me make the decision I needed to make. “Yeah, man,” Ryan whispered. “Suck that fuck smoke in dude. Let it horn you up. Let it help you admit what you want and need. You need to get fucked. You know how it feels to fuck an ass. Now you need to know what it feels like to get your ass fucked. Your cherry cheating married ass.” Taking a second hit and hearing the nastiness of Ryan's words I reached down and wrapped my fist around Drew's thick hardon and slowly stroked it. I blew out the cloud and looking into Drew's hypnotic eyes I said, “Yes.” “Oh damn yeah!” I heard Kevin say, followed by Ryan's, “Fucking hot!” I saw a look of eagerness and lust on Drew's face, mixed with what might have been relief. But his words were spoken softly and very seductively. “Thank you, Daddy Justin. Thank you for saying I can be the first one to fuck you and breed you. I promise, I'll make sure you enjoy it and I know you'll want more.” He kissed me softly then said, “Let's move to the picnic table and get things started.” He grabbed my left hand and led me to the table, Kevin and Ryan following close behind. I was remotely aware of Drew's fingers pressing against my wedding ring on the hand he was holding and felt my cock twitch. Suddenly a thought came to me as we reached the picnic table. I needed to ask Drew something and I had to ask now before I forgot. “Was that guy...the guy you were fucking here before? Was he really your dad?” Drew smiled and took hold of one of my nips making me moan. “Would it bother you if he was?” he asked. “I...I don't know,” I answered in a guttural voice, enjoying the pleasure/pain I felt as he twisted my nip harder. “It...for some reason...it was really hot thinking you were fucking your dad and cumming in him. I don't know why but it made it even hotter and nastier.” Drew was working both nips now and my whole body was shaking. “So incest turns you on? You like the idea of a dad and son fucking, or 2 brothers?” I was jacking his hard dick now and groaned. “Oh fuck!”, I said. “So hot. So nasty but it sounds so hot!” Drew pushed me against the picnic table and eased me down on my back. My ass was resting on the edge with my feet hanging down toward the ground and Drew standing between my legs slowly stroking his meat. His other hand was fondling my balls. “You have kids don't you daddy?” I nodded, spreading my legs more to give him better access to my balls. “Yes”, I whispered hoarsely. “A boy and a girl.” “How old is your son, daddy?” Drew asked taking hold of my cock and starting to jack it. “Nineteen. He just turned 19 last month.” Drew pushed our hard dicks together and started stroking them with both hands. His eyes stared into mine and he said, “I'm 20. I could be your son. Would you like me being your son, daddy?” “Yes!”, I groaned with no hesitation. “And do you want your son to fuck you daddy? To fuck your virgin ass? Do you want your son to show you how hot and how good dirty pervy incest is?” His sexy voice, his hard young cock, his filthy words filled me with a need I couldn't resist. “Oh yes please!! Please son fuck me! Fuck your own dad's ass and cum in me! Oh please son!!!” (to be continued)

On our drive into the city for the baths my sheep farmer friend'⁹s eyes were more twinklie than ever. He seemed in an extremely good mood and so excited. It wasn't until well into our sex adventure that night that he let me in on the secret that had him so hyped. I had wondered if maybe he was on drugs, but learned it was the natural drug adrenaline. I had just spent three quarters of an hour strapped in a sling in the room of two huge bears. I'd been having an excellent night on the slurp ramp and was just sucking down my third tasty load when I noticed a warm wet mouth at my bare ass. I reached behind with both hands and pulled the long haired head deeper into my butt. He got the message and I was rewarded with his long tongue penetrating my hole. I just kept pushing back. A new cock arrived through the glory hole and as I went to work on it my rear fuck switched from tongue to his 5 inch thin pencil of a raw cock. Within two minutes both my holes were being freshly seeded. I felt every wet blast in my mouth and ass. That's when the bear couple decended on me and towed me off to their room. I didn't even have time to retrieve my towel. I may have already been lubed with nature's best but the first bear to enter me was 9 thick inches. He was not gentle and although this was not the biggest cock I'd been fucked by it did feel like it would tear me in two. I just kept focused on deep breathing and soon the pain transformed into that beautiful pleasure only a huge raw fuck can provide. I felt so empty when he pulled out, but not for long. Bear two was 11 inches, thicker still and upward curved in a way that stabbed my prostate every time he forcefully plunged in. I couldn't help but scream in pain and pleasure which attracted a small crowd to their open door. Between their forceful fuck onslaughts they invited onlookers to fuck and breed me making it clear no rubbers were allowed in their room and guests were not allowed to pull out and leave their room until they had made a cum deposit in me. I took five more loads in the ass before the two giant bears each flooded my dripping ass with their deluges of cum. I could barely walk back to our room as my sheep farmer friend approached me from behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the area with a bank of porn screens. He pointed out a handsome tall slim guy sitting in the corner who opened up his towel just as we were looking. "Fuck! Is that a biohazard tattoo on his groin? He just gave me the most satisfying breeding in the dark room. I had to see who it was. Fuck, I have toxic cum in me. Fuck!" I led him back to our room reassuring; "That’s fuckin hot man, you're on PreP so you can take all the hot toxic loads you can get. Fuckin A!." With some panic in his eyes he responded; "I'm not chasing dude." "I didn't say you were. You're on PreP, you're safe. ... (the panic didn't leave his eyes) ... You are on PreP aren't you?You told me you were." "Awe ... um ... no that was my hubby. " "What the fuck are you talking about?" "We both went to the clinic and got the prescription. I just haven't got around to filling mine yet." "And you're letting any stranger breed you tonight?! That's called chasing my friend." "No, I don't want to get it. The thought terrifies me. In fact it's so frightening I didn't even PEP when you bred me. I knew they would also test me and I couldn't face that. Hubby just thought I went on my own and I didn't tell him otherwise. I lost a week's sleep when they tested me for the PreP prescription. I was so relieved when it came back negative." "But you let me breed you again at the artist's orgy? I don't get it. You know I'm still toxic right?" "Yeah. I just can't help myself. Fuck man, let me show you. Get your toxic cock in me, right here right now." "Are you crazy?" "Probably, just do it. Fuck me raw with your toxic dick man." He was now laid back on the bed, legs in the air, wet hole winking invitingly at me. I began to harden, stroked to full mast and plunged on in. The look of terror in his eyes transformed to extacy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck man. Thanks. Nothing gets me this boned and excited. Once a raw cock is in me I'm both terrified and insatiable for more. Especially the cum, I just feel so satisfied when guys dump in me." "But you know that other guys cum and my precum could be infecting you right now. Fuck, I bred you last week. " "I know. I'm terrified of getting it but I just can't bring myself to give up the adrenaline rush of fear." "Fuck man, that's sick! ... and so fuckin hot!" 'I know, eh?" "Let’s get you out in the public swing and keep you terrified. I'll do my best to give you my toxic load before we leave. " It was now after midnight and there was a great crowd. There was no trouble keeping the sheep farmer's slung ass plugged and plunged with raw cock after raw cock. I warmed a few up and took a few to completion as I encouraged the guys around the sling. I took on another three loads as our 'non-chaser' tapped out at 14 loads flooding his ass. When we got back to our room he pushed me down on my back, sucked me to full erection and quickly sat on my hard raw cock. He rode me like a bucking bronco and kept begging for my poz cum. He practically dared me to knock him up all the while fearfully proclaiming his timid assurance that he was immune to HIV. I found his talk and nervous energy so intoxicating that I soon blasted deep inside him. He spontaneously had a hands free orgasm which landed on my face and in my left eye. He collapsed on top of me and wept, huge body wrenching convulsions. My cock soon softened and slipped out of him. Copious amounts of sticky cum drained onto my groin. He didn't say a word on our long drive home. When I left him in his driveway I asked if he was okay. "I'm way better than okay. I'm terrified and I can't wait to have the next stranger flooding my ass. And taking your toxic poz cum leaves me feeling invisible! I know it makes no sense. I have 0% desire to get HIV and I have no intention of using any protection. 100 % bareback sex for this cum dump."

Hot, fresh seed delivered deep and direct is still the gold standard.

Part 13 - Car ride John had taken care of all my medications as I clambered into the car. I saw a slight hesitation when he saw the box for Jeff but it passed in a flash as he squeezed my firm ass into the back seat with Kem’ Kem groped me deliciously in the backseat of the car as I lost composure. A second wave of ecstasy hit me and I blurted out everything that happened with the doctor like it was an everyday occurrence John and Zeke laugh from the front seat “yeah, that’s Harris” as Kem lifts my shirt and sucks on my nipple. “He said if you want to use me for Zeke you have to do it now or else I’ll be shooting blanks in no time” I repeat and Kem stops licking and I see John look in the rear view mirror. “Do you know what he meant” Kem whispers in my ear “No” I reply “Tell him Zeke” Kem teases I hear Zeke sigh - “I’m HIV negative” he proclaims matter of factly. All of this is so new to me that I have no idea what the context is or why that made a difference to what the doctor said John laughed as he turned the car. “Oh we’ve tried” he says “haven’t we Zeke’y boy? Had you sit on some very impressive and rarefied poz cocks, and still nothing” “He’s a persistent little fucker” Kem continues and I see Zeke blush “You…you want to be HIV-positive?” I ask as Kem idly tweaks my nipple. John glances over at Zeke, who meets the stare, sighing again. “Why?” I ask John laughs “cuz every club has rules kid. And ours is no different. Zeke wants to start his new life, the life he was born to, but we need him to absorb some poz cum before we can start” I blink confused “You don’t need to worry” Kem said “we converted you and you’re going to become something you only dreamed of” “But poz is the key…it’s the inviolable rule” John finished and I head Zeke sigh again. “We’ll get you there Zeke…promise” John whispered lovingly. “I’m the only failure in a long, long history of successes” he says almost angrily. “We’ll get you there” John reassured again. “And we only go for the natural method - cum up the ass. None of this fucking ‘new age’ brutal bullshit” Kem said directly to me as his hand slid under the seat of my pants. “Our conversions may take time, but they fucking take naturally” he said massaging my butt cheeks “Amen” John said “You know though - Harris is right. You might be able to help Zeke” Kem continued. John growled in the front seat - I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want Kem to say what he was going to say, or egging him on. “I hate asking a sub bottom like you, but would you help Zeke if you could?” Kem kissed my cheek I look at Zeke’s face as he peers behind him. “Fuck Zeke?” I manage to say John interjects. “Kem…we talked about this…” “I know…but he could help. We know you hate topping, but maybe we could make it easier for you?” I feel the car stop as John pulls in and pivots over his seat. “You don’t have to top son…” “You want to be poz?” I ask Zeke directly “and I can poz you?” The ecstasy haze is clearing and I am able to connect the dots. Zeke’s gorgeous, pleading eyes bore into my soul as Kem continues nibbling on my ear. “I’m caged…and…I’m not very good at topping” I stutter “but I cum a lot” Zeke starts smiling “Oh baby…I’ll make it so nice for you! I fucking promise” John watched everything happening with a disapproving fatherly-ness. “Relax John” Kem says. “Hmmm…” he growls again “We could move up the arrangement with Jeff?” Kem says “as a reward”. The word pushes a pleasure receptor in my brain… “…cum?” I ask and the car bursts out into laughter “You help Zeke and I promise we’ll cage you right back up and feed your hungry, poz ass a whole fuck tonne of cum…today if you like” Kem whispers “O-ok” I say “Zeke clambers into the backseat and straddles me. Kissing me deeply. I swear he’s delirious with happiness. Kem looks proud and John looks resigned. “No time like the present” Kem says “Fine” John says and removes the keys from the car. And from his pocket a small leather keychain with my cock cage key on it. “Give him a blue pill” John said “N…now” I stammer “Yes” John said authoritatively. Everything was going so fast and I was acutely aware of how groggy I was still feeling as the ecstasy was waring off and I was only recently recovered from my HIV fever. “I’ll phone Jeff - let him know….” John says to Kem as he exits the car and Kem smiles at me wickedly “So much poz cum” baby into my receptive ear. “Alright, lower the back seat Zeke” and he complied creating a long expanse of space between us and the boot of the car. “Get on you knees baby” Kem said pulling Zeke into a passionate embrace. “Make me proud son” he said as Zeke moved from the back seat, half way into the boot. “You’re a good boy son” Kem turns his attention to me as I hear John outside say something about timings. He pushed a thick blue pill into my mouth and kissed me. “Swallow it” he said and I did, I felt it stick in my throat so Kem told me to open wide and spat in my mouth - enough liquid to move the pill down my gullet. “Good boy…ok, time to say hello to your dicklet” as John reentered the car “All good?” Kem asked “Yup, the deal is made” he sighed. Kem patted his shoulder reverently as they both watched me. I was proud of my dick, but caging made me feel alive. It gave me a purpose I never knew I needed and being free of it, reminded me of how much of a slave I could be to my own pleasure - how often I’d beat off and spill the fluid that otherwise kept me eager and submissive. John watched me intensely and reminded me that it was ‘only once’ as some of my previously caged senses returned to the forefront of my brain. John growled as though he knew what was happening. “it’ll be fine John” Kem said as Zeke pulled pulled down his black jeans to reveal his perfect pale ass. It gyrated next to me and, magically my dick spring to life. It grew to its full, six inch solidity as I coughed a little. “Poor sick son” Kem said jokingly and passed my cage to John who handled it reverently. “Jeff was good?” Kem whispered to John “Yeah” he said almost curtly “It’ll be fine” Kem soothed “I know…” John sighs “We don’t have a choice” Kem said “He’s flawless” John admitted glancing over me again “he should be ours.” “I know…” Kem sighed reverently…”but we owe this to Zeke…to try” John ran his hand down his face “Yeah” he said looking at Zeke who bent down on his haunches to expose one of the most sensational holes I’d ever seen. Naturally hairless, perfectly tight and a shade of rose pink that looked like soft blush. “Go on baby” Kem encouraged, Zeke wants it. “Needs it” John said “open wide baby” and I knew he was referring to his ability to absorb my cum. “Please baby” I heard Zeke say to me I move myself behind Zeke, conscious my limbs are still a little sore from the examination - my normal strength still sapped from sickness. I look back at John. He nods at me, gives me permission, as I sink my face into Zeke’s hole. He moans as I eat him out. It feels so good to be buried in such a hot ass, and I can tell Zeke is enjoying it. “Ok, easy boy…let’s get your cum in Zeke and then cage you back up” John said “Relax John” Kem said almost angrily But railed off as John shot him an annoyed look. It was clear that John wanted this to be over quickly - like I was betraying some part of me he had been keen to keep intact. I sense the tension so stop my ministrations in Zeke’s ass and line my cock up against his hole. I take a deep breath against my rising anxiety - there’s a reason I’ve only ever topped twice in my whole life - and nervous thoughts of performance start to cloud my judgment. “Breathe baby - you’re doing great” Kem said pushing me forward, reading my expressions, and encouraging me. I spit on Zeke’s puckering hole and raise my cock head to kiss it. I breathe and shove the anxieties away. I push and I feel Zeke’s hole prise apart. “Oh my fuck” Zeke and I cry at the same time and I hear Kem kissing John to calm him down. Lost in our dual worlds of sexual bliss, I grab Zeke’s tight, glorious hips and pull him back on to my shaft. “Thank you baby” he nearly cries as my shaft is swallowed by his ass. As I sink my entire cock into him his tight sphincter belies the glorious smooth envelope of his ass as his anal walls flux around the length of my dick. “Ugh” I moan “Yeah?” Kem says as I feel his finger snake up my pussy. “Oh Fuck” barely a minute has passed and my cock erupts. I know everyone thinks they cum loads, but I truly do, I violently spray 12 shots of my newly poz semen into Zeke “Fuuuuuck” I cry as I feel the cum floods out of me and into this twink’s right, neg body. “Ok…” John said as I ride my orgasm to completion “Wait” I say “I can fill him again..I can make sure” I say trying to be helpful I feel Kem and John look at each as I hear Zeke say ‘thank you’ I rotate my hips and grind my fresh load into his glorious pussy. I pound him for seven long minutes, stretching his sphincter’s ability to clamp down on my cock, before I announce my second orgasm. “Fucking take it Zeke” I blurt out as 7 more ropes of cum spray out of my flaring cock-head and into his waiting ass. As my orgasm fades the virulence of my poor health catches up to me - the exertions of the day finally draining me. My cock pops out of Zeke and I find myself slowly collapsing. I hear myself say something as strong arms catch me as I pass out.

I've never had anyone say anything about my tiny penis . I'd like it if someone would. I also wish it was smaller than the 3.5 inches it is .

Part 8 “C'mon!” Ryan had said. “Let's go find Drew”, and had headed on up the path moving deeper into the park and the trees. “You know where he is?” I'd asked, my heart beating more rapidly and my hard cock throbbing with each pulse. “I have a pretty good idea!”, Ryan laughed and kept going. After what was probably close to ten minutes Kevin and I followed a slight curve in the path and spotted Ryan a few feet ahead of us grinning big and slowly stroking his cock. He put a finger to his lips letting us know to be quiet then waved for us to hurry and join him. As we reached the spot where Ryan was standing I saw that the path forked to the left and the right. Ryan was looking to the left and Kevin and I both did too. I don't know what I was expecting to see but it wasn't what I now saw. Instinctively I opened my mouth but before any sound came out Kevin, standing just behind me, placed a big hand over my mouth, pressed his bare chest against my back and whispered for me to be quiet. Acknowledging his command I nodded and we all three watched the scene a few feet away from us. Just off the path itself was a small open area with a picnic table situated just under a tall huge tree. Laying naked on his back on the table was Drew, his feet flat on the edge of the table and his knees bent. The three of us were standing so that we were to Drew's left and I could see his tight toned body clearly and once again was filled with a hunger for him. Straddling Drew's waist was a well-built dark-skinned man who was raising himself up and down rhythmically on what was plainly Drew's hard bare cock, taking it again and again balls deep into his asshole. The natural acoustics of the outdoors made it easy to hear the constant slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh with each penetration. Their words also came across the space clearly to our ears. The man was panting and moaning and I heard him say, “Oh damn boy! Your cock. It's so big and so hard. It feels so good in my hole!” Drew was running his hands sensually up and down the man's sides as he responded. “Yeah, daddy. You like having your son's raw cock fucking you don't you? Do you want your son to cum in you daddy? Do you want me to fill you up with our family dna?” I moaned hearing Drew's words. It sounded so dirty and wrong and at the same time made me stroke my cock faster. I felt Kevin lean harder against my back, his turgid cock rubbing my asscheeks, as he whispered in my ear. “Fucking hot, huh, man?” I nodded and kept watching the hot scene before us. “Yes!” the man riding Drew exclaimed. “Please son. Please cum in your daddy's hole and breed me like I need you to!” I watched Drew grab the man's hips and thrust his body upward as he yelled out, “Cumming daddy! Fucking cumming in your ass! Whitewashing your guts with your own son's cum! Take it! Take itttttttttt!!!” With that the man shot his thick load all over Drew's chest and abs as Drew emptied his balls into the guy's stuffed ass. It was all I could do to stay quiet, especially when Ryan who was standing in front of me pushed back against me causing my aching leaking cock to press against the crack of his naked jock ass. At the same time I felt Kevin pressing harder against me from behind and was aware of his wet cockhead smearing his precum on my own ass. “Damn!”, I thought to myself. “How can they expect me to be quiet when they're doing this to me?!” As we watched Drew and the man making out, Drew's cock still inside him, I felt Ryan reach back, grab my dick and press his asslips back onto my dripping cock. Kevin, somehow anticipating that I was about to groan loudly and make our presence known, clamped his hand once again over my mouth as I felt my cock sliding deep inside only the second ass I had ever been in. I moaned silently against Kevin's palm as I felt Ryan's asscheeks make contact with my thick bush. His hole was so wet and warm and wrapped snugly around my shaft like it was made for my cock. A shudder ran through my body and I instinctively ground my hips forward into Ryan's jock hole. He turned his head back over his shoulder and looking me in the eyes said, “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your son until you fill me up with your cum. Your hot married cum. Mom will never know!” Hearing that, all rational thought and control were gone and I pulled back and thrust forward over and over wanting to bury my cum inside him. Nothing else seemed to matter. As I would pull out my ass moved back and I felt Kevin's throbbing cock in the crack between my asscheeks. It felt so good. Then Kevin started whispering into my ear, “Yeah Justin fuck his hot young ass. Bury your raw married daddy dick inside your son's slutty hole. He wants it. You want it. Breed your boy stud!” I grabbed Ryan's hips tightly and began pounding harder into him, aware only of his tight ass on my cock and the feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing against my own hole. Both sensations had me horned like never before and I could feel my climax approaching. I was about to breed my boy's ass I heard myself say in my head. And I wanted to. I wanted to coat his guts with his own daddy's cum!! Kevin pressed his naked sweaty chest against my back and ran his tongue inside my ear. “He loves getting dicked Justin. Just like Drew does. Just like I do. You'll love it too once you get fucked the first time. Don't you wanna know how good it feels man? I'd give you mine right now if you want it. Just tell me baby.” His dirty sleazy talk put me over the edge and I felt my nuts tightening up and my cum blasting deep into the young man's hole my dick was stuffing. (more to come??)

To the OP.....are you a gay man who gets off degrading/being degraded by other gay men? Just as some black men find the 'n' word offensive, the 'f' word is offensive to me. I identify as QUEER because like me, it's bold and in your face!

Nope, but my Boyfriend is.

Chapter 6 The next three weeks waiting for either the arrival of night sweats and fuck flu, or a negative HIV test were pure torture. I had promised myself I would only engage in safe sex while waiting and figured from my track record no sex would be the best plan of attack. For the first four days I even avoided porn. I needed to keep from stirring my cravings. In hindsight I think this only increased my libido to epic proportions. Every half decent looking guy I saw sent shivers of lust through my skin. I couldn't concentrate on the story lines of movies or TV shows, my imagination was so busy undressing the lead men. If they were having sex I was totally frustrated their cocks were not visible and I was consumed by jealousy that they weren't 'doing' me. If I was in touching distance of a guy it took every once of my energy to keep from stroking their strong hairy arms; or diverting my eyes from being glued to their crotch. By the fifth day I knew I needed to change my tact. I went to a gay restaurant needing to be with my tribe; but, where it would be harder to hookup than at a gay bar. I made sure I had lots of condoms in my pockets 'just in case.' My waiter was a cute twink and very flirty. It was fun to tease and flirt back. He really wasn't my ideal type so I didn't feel I was in much danger. The booze with my meal was warming my veins and relaxing my brain as I paid up and left. It was a beautiful evening so I set out for a relaxing walk. With my guard down I was soon sitting on a park bench in a popular cruising area. I startled out of this relaxed revelry when a very portly guy sauntered past me blatantly rubbing his crotch. Quickly I rationalized. 'Giving him a blowjob would be safe enough.' I was instantly on my feet and following him into the bushes. He had his small pecker out and ready before I reached him so I dropped to my knees. Even though not large it felt great to have a cock in my mouth. His sighs of pleasure made it clear I was doing an adequate job. I was beginning to anticipate my first ever mouthful of cum when he pulled out of me and proclaimed; "Fuck me!" With no thought I found myself balls deep with my naked cock in his tight hole. Waves rippling across his ample ass was an intoxicating sight and I was soon unloading a multi day orgasm deep inside him. That's when I snapped awake. 'What had I just done?' I pulled up my pants and ran for home forgetting my manors to thank him. My shame at so easily losing control and my relief that I had topped rather than being bred motivated me to avoid sex for the next six days. There were a few close calls and certainly the temptations were torturous, but I was able to remain successful in my goal. I felt so pleased with myself that by day seven I began to allow myself to make plans to give a blowjob or two. 'Oh, if I could just suck down a load or two.' Rightly or wrongly, I figured a public washroom would provide the safety measures needed to keep my ass out of the action. If not I would be on edge enough to be sure to remember condom use. Pockets full and bulging I headed into a Mall washroom that I had researched online. I found the one stall with a glory hole, stripped naked, sat on the throne and waited. My heart was pounding and I was disappointed when the first guy to use the neighbouring stall didn't even look through the hole. After waiting another excruciating ten minutes I heard that stall door close and latch. I snuck a peek to see a slim mall janitor stroking his average size cock with a pointed head. He caught me looking and stepped over to present my prize. As I suspected he didn't have long and was quickly fucking my face. Soon he was blasting a load into my no longer virgin mouth. I was still savoring his sweet salty nectar when the next occupant pulled and latched the door. A lovely seven inch black cock was presented at the glory hole. I quickly swallowed the remaining cum and engorged this lovely black lollypop. Once more it was not long 'til I was rewarded with his orgasm, this time pumping giz onto my tonsils. He shot a huge load. I could barely keep ahead of it with my swallowing. I loved the sensation and knew I had died and gone to fag heaven. I patiently waited and within the next half hour had guzzled down three more loads from a variety of men and cocks. So high on cum and adrenaline my brain didn't even engage when the next beautiful bear pulled his nine inches from my mouth and declared; "Give me your ass man." I was pushing my hairy hole on his raw meat with no thought to my personal pledge. My hole was very tight not having hosted a cock in almost two weeks. You'd have thought the unbearable pain would have brought me to my senses, but my hungry hole had no intention of giving up this prize. He was soon pistonning with his rock hard fuck pole and all I could manage was to delight that this gorgeous stranger was using and abusing my ass in this mall bathroom. I was experiencing a classic hot porn scene playing my idea of the lead role. I now only had one goal, to make him nut every ounce of his anonymous giz as deep in me as he chose to. And, nut he did, with a deep reverberating roar that I fully expected echoed through the halls of the mall. He was soon gone and with my dripping ring still pressed against the glory hole my hands reached up to cover my eyes as I thought; 'What the fuck have I just done?!' I now knew I had lost the battle with my pledge. From that moment 'til my test day I would guiltily try and fail to avoid sex. With one compromising situation after another my risk loving ass saw my guts painted with anonymous load after load. By the time I returned to the clinic I had ingested dozens of creamy loads and hosted a baker's dozen breedings making the HIV test null and void. All the same I lied to the clinic staff swearing all encounters had been safe. They knew I was lying and gave me the rapid test. When it showed negative they took more blood and sent me away for the next torturous two weeks to wait for the more thorough test results.

Oh there are guys on here that make promises, and don't deliver sadly. I just don't feel the need to call them out in that one day they might deliver on their promises. I don't think that the reason is that a guy is a cumdump. I think most here are. With due respect, htnhole is a cum dumper rather than a dump, and I respect him for that, just as I respect any dumps here. They make it clear on what they want. On other gay sites, there are way more guys just living fantasies. Sitting at home jacking. Never really going out for sex, etc. Yes some here are living fantasies too, but that's often how things become reality.

I love getting felched too. Suck my hole until it's drained.

I would eat that for hours

ALWAYS deep inside. That's where it belongs That whole pulling out thing is for porn. and its bullshit

A fascinating concept- will have to remember this as an after dinner topic of conversation once I start having dinner parties again…. but what are the alternatives? unless you invite guys over to your place - or you do it in a public area - you will have to pay someone… either pay for a hotel room- or you go out to the bar (where theoretically you will need to pay for drinks) till you meet the guy(s) you want to go home with we do live in a capitalist society so you have to pay someone unless we form a coop so “we” own the bathhouse….. but that would get boring as it would be the same guys all the time- so it would need to be like a timeshare where you can swap your time for time at a different baths if any of us win one of those billion dollar lottery’s - maybe we should promise to use a few million to buy up some of the last of the bars and baths and turn them into non profits to ensure they survive

Before I put out the next chapter, just for a bit of fun and to involve the readers of this story, if you think that Bill's friend Ronald should have the following tattoo then give this image a ''piggy'' reaction;

*****3**** I convinced him that I was serious and sincere regarding my intentions to become a completely subservient slave, owned, used and willing to be trained and adapted to meet his needs and desires. I confirmed my HIV status and he confirmed that I would be converted, as he and all his slaves were poz. The men who visited were also positive and some had slaves of there own who were likewise. We had been talking for almost an hour when he told me he had booked a room at the hotel. When he said this I became exited but then slightly deflated when he said just wish to visually examine me to see if I was suitable and that nothing was going to happen between us until I had completed the cooling off period at which time, if I was still committed to joining I would initiated. Once in the room he told me to remove my clothes and stand naked infront of him. I did as commanded. I looked at me from the front then told me to slowly turn around slowly. I felt self conscious, vulnerable and embarrassed as I let him explore my body with his eyes. When my back was towards him he told me to bend forward and pull my buttocks apart. I'd done this many times in front of guys who had their cock ready to plough my hole but, in front of this fully clothed man I felt even more embarrassed than I had before. I thought he might want to explore me physically but he made no move to do so and made no comment about me other than to say I would need to remove all body hair and shave my head if I decided to continue with the process. I could leave now and he would be in contact in a few weeks. He then left the room. I presumed I was suitable as he hadn't said anything detrimental or negative and told me to shave. It was only after the door closed that I realised my cock had been dripping. There was a string of precum from the tip of my cock down to knee height and several spots on the carpeted floor. He must have seen this but I had no idea I had been dripping. I quickly dressed and left the room and drove home. The following weeks seemed to drag and again I wondered if he would contact me. I was more convinced than ever that this was what I was meant for, my destiny. I masterbated furiously, fantasising about what he would do to me and my new life, daily. As each day passed I became a little fretful that he wouldn't contact me again. Maybe I wasn't suitable for his needs at all. I knew I wasn't unattractive. 24 years old, blond, slim and fit but, maybe he had wanted someone more muscular. Someone he could put to work in some way. On the last day of June I found a message in my in box from The Master. He asked if I was still interested in committing myself to him. I replied immediately saying that I was ready and had no doubts. He replied saying that I should sell everything I owned and give the money away to someone who needed it or a charity. I wouldn't need to bring clothes other than what I was wearing and be prepared to join him in two weeks time. He would be in touch with more details nearer the time. He reminded me to be hairless and suggested being waxed as it lasted longer and gave much better results than shaving. I sold my car and the few meagre possessions I owned and gave them to an old neighbour. I know she struggled to keep her flat warm and had no income other than her pension. I just put the money through her door the night before I was leaving with no note of indication of who the money was from. The Master had contacted me a few days before with the details and final arrangements and I had gone to a local place that advertised waxing. I have to say I was a little surprised how much waxing hurt but, the results were fantastic. The back and front of my torso, my cock, balls, arse crack and legs were as smooth as a babies bum. I went to the barber and got him to go as short as he could with the clippers then went home and wet shaved my head. I was ready for my new life. He had told me to be outside my address at 9.30am and that I would be collected by someone else. That the journey would take a number hours and that I would be sedated for the journey. I was about to ask why, then thought better of it. My place was not to ask questions or question anything I was told, just to agree and obey. I didn't want to jeopardise my position before it began. So, at 9.25 I closed the door to the flat I had lived in for five years and the life I was leaving behind. At exactly 9.30 a brand new blue van pulled up outside and the passenger window lowered. The guy the front was about my age with a shaven head. I guessed he must be a fellow slave. He told me get in the back which I did. The van was windowless and had a mattress on the floor. In a small crate was a bottle off water and a pill jar. My instructions were to take both capsules from the jar with the water. I did so then lay on the mattress. At first I didn't feel anything but eventually fell asleep. The next thing I remember was waking up in a small single bed covered in a fleece blanket. Next to me sat a young man, probably eighteen or nineteen sitting in a comfortable looking armchair. He smiled and asked what I would like to drink. I had arrived. **To be continued **

****2**** The week preceding my meeting with The Master seemed like forever. I was in a constant state of excitement. My dick didn't stop dripping for the whole week. I'd been longing for an arrangement like this for as long as I could remember. I'd always felt like I needed to completely owned, dominated and used by men. It was my destiny. To have someone to have me do their bidding without question and and make decisions for me. So I wouldn't have to think, just do. I realised that some of the things I would have to do might be unpleasant and maybe painful. I was HIV negative. I had had bareback sex as a bottom since my early teens and now at 24 I was still negative but, I now knew I would, if accepted by The Master, be HIV positive. I'd never been careful and wondered if it was some sort of destiny that I had remained negative until now. In my younger years I had been concerned about being infected but still carried on letting men fuck me bareback. Now, I actually wanted to be infected. To carry a man's seed his infection. The day finally came. I remember it was a Thursday in early May. He told me to meet him at a hotel on the outskirts of Birmingham. I lived in North London at the time and travelled up in my own car. He hadn't said where he lived or was travelling from and I thought it impertinent to ask. I left early which just as well as there were road works on the M1 and the M6. I still arrived in good time and made my way to the bar and ordered a coffee. We had arranged to meet at midday but, by 12.15 he hadn't shown up, or so I thought. I'd started to wonder if he was just a fantasist. There are so many time wasters on the dating apps and sites I maybe he was just another one. I was feeling so nervous, apprehensive, desperate and horny I would have sat there all day. Finally at 1pm I saw a large bearded man walk up to the bar and order coffee. He looked over and un-smiling gave me a nod. He had very short cropped hair, his beard was neat and well trimmed and he had dark brown eyes, so dark the pupils could be distinguished from the iris. He was over six feet tall and had a large build. Dressed in a casual jacket and jeans. He bought the coffee over. He had bought me a cup as well which surprised me. I thanked him as he sat down and for the first time he smiled. He told me had been sitting in his car outside to see if I would have second thoughts and leave. He explained he had done this many times. Some guys would turn up and leave after a short time. His reasoning was if they went after such a short time they probably didn't have the commitment he was looking for. I noticed he was quite well spoken, not posh, but with no obvious accent. We spoke at length about what he was looking for in a slave and asked if I thought I was the right temperament and willing to surrender my life to him. ***To be Continued***

368 anon ass up face down. 32 face to face = 400 total

1. Do you enjoy making a man cum with your hand and mouth or him jerking himself off and feeding you his load? I'm not too fussy. I love using my mouth of course, and especially with no hands. But I also really love having a guy jerk off into my mouth, or if I can jerk him off and make him cum in my open mouth. 2. Do you like cum that shoots out hard, or cum that oozes out that you can lick up? Again, I don't mind too much. Maybe a slight preference for hard shooters. Love to feel it hit the back of my throat, or splatter on my face. 3.How do you like to swallow his cum and why? With his cock deep in your throat? With his head resting on your tongue? With your mouth open and your tongue out? Jerking him off? Similar to Q1, but my favourite is probably on my knees, greedy mouth open begging for his load. I also love being laid on my back with a guy (or multiple guys!) using my throat and cumming all over me. 4. Do you like thick semen or more watery? What is the sweet spot between too thick or too watery? I like it slightly thick but not too thick - with those little kinda clumps of sperm is super hot. 5. Do you like semen sweet and pleasant with little taste, or salty with a very spermy flavor that has a long aftertaste? Why? Sweet is nice. But warm and salty is good too - reminds me that it's actually a guy's sperm that I'm swallowing 😉 6. What's the perfect size load that you like to swallow? Enough to get an nice taste? Or enough to get a big gulp? Or something that overwhelms your mouth that you have to work to swallow? I like quite big loads, but not so big that it's kinda ridiculous. I like to get a good amount to swallow, but having some land on my face as well is just perfect! 7. For those that have sucked off more than 1 guy at the same time, how is the experience different from eating multiple loads opposed to being with 1 guy? It's always nice to taste the different loads, flavours, textures, consistencies, ejaculation force and volume etc. 8. Describe the perfect cock that you'd like to suck and the perfect type of cum you'd want to swallow. Any cock is the perfect cock. Providing it's clean, healthy and functioning, I'm not fussy!