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Part 22: Plans in Motion “FUCK!” Peter cried, his face red. Tears were in his eyes as he slowly lowered himself down onto Dominic and myself, our dicks held close together, our combined girths threatening to tear his hole open. Peter had been coming over to my apartment almost every day for two weeks, telling his wife that he was coming to help with a committee. What she didn’t know was that the committee’s focus was fucking, pozzing, and finding other men to join. Peter wanted to experience everything he could with gay sex. Though he still had trouble swallowing piss, he loved it when Dominic and I bathed him in our streams. He loved exploring everything sex made possible. As soon as he heard about double penetration, his eyes lit up. “You sure you can take us both?” I asked one night after Dominic had unloaded in his ass, using my cum as lube. “I don’t know until I try,” Peter said. He reached back and shoved several of his fingers into his hole. "It feels like it can." "I'd love to get a fist up there," Dominic said, smiling. "He's not ready for that," I said. It was something even Dominic and I hadn't tried. "I just want to try everything I can," Peter explained. “I like the way this man thinks,” Dominic said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I can’t wait till I convert,” Peter said. Since we’d been fucking Peter so much, we were sure he would be converting soon, though it had taken Pastor Kline a while until he converted. Pastor Kline hadn’t joined us in our daily fucking since he was sick, his body still trying to recover. His wife had been concerned, even suggested that he should have been taken to the hospital, but we all knew what would be revealed if she did. Instead, I assured her that he’d be back to his old self in no time; he’d be better, even. “I’ll be better once I have you in my ass and Dominic in my mouth,” Pastor Kline whispered to me once his wife was out of earshot. “And Peter cumming buckets all over my body.” We had taken him to see Dr. Wade once he was feeling well enough to walk. I lied to Pastor Kline’s wife and said I was doing her a favor by taking him to the doctor for a checkup. What she didn’t know was that Dominic and I watched as Dr. Wade invaded Pastor Kline’s new poz hole and filled him till cum was dripping down his legs. Then, Dominic fucked Pastor Kline as I had another go with Doctor Wade, filling his hole with my cum. Pastor Kline was now a wild animal, always horny, ready to fuck whatever he could. However, his wife was keeping an eye on him till she thought he was better. We were sure he would be ready to rejoin the land of the fucking soon. Hopefully by the time we managed to snag Lewis. Peter was still trying to figure out how to best get Lewis alone. After that, we had the issue of convincing the young man that he’d want us to poz him. While everyone was positive that he’d give in with no problem, I found myself worried. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided to expose us all? There was a lot riding on Lewis and his hole. Still, we all wanted him. After Peter told us everything that had happened the night he took Lewis’s virginity, we all found ourselves only thinking of the young man and the possibilities his body held. “You’re almost there,” Dominic said, helping Peter as he slowly inched his way down our cocks. “Fuck, look at you open up.” I watched in amazement as I saw Peter’s ass take two huge dicks. Sure, I’d seen it done in porn, but until your dick is one of the ones threatening to tear a man’s hole open, it’s almost impossible to imagine. “Fuck,” Peter cried, glancing down to get a view of the impossible. He tried to hold his dick and balls back to see our cocks invading his body, but the pain was too much and he instead focused on not passing out. “How’s it feel?” I asked, running my hand along his legs, loving the feeling of his hairy body. Since we started fucking Peter daily, I found myself drawn to him almost as much as I was drawn to Dominic. Maybe it was the “[banned word]” of it all. Dominic had been, in my eyes when I first met him, dangerous. He was the thing I wanted but knew I shouldn’t have. With Peter, he was a married man who slept with one of his students. Everything about this man was a turn-on. If Dominic hadn’t come along when he did, I was starting to wonder if Peter could have been the one to take my virginity, seeing as he was so good at it. He was a hot man, and seeing him impale himself on two cocks had my heart racing. Sure, there were other men at the church I’d fuck in a heartbeat, but I don’t expect it to happen. Before Dominic, I never imagined that I’d fuck another man and be fucked in return. I never thought I’d fuck the pastor who had been guiding me the last three years. I never would have imagined fucking at the doctor’s office. I never would have imagined fucking my own brother. My entire life had changed since I met Dominic. Maybe nothing would have happened with Peter. Doesn’t matter, I thought, watching as Peter fucked himself on our dicks, sweat covering his body, his hairy chest heaving from the effort. Hearing his groans mix with the moaning of Dominic brought me to the edge. The life I would have had couldn’t have come close to this. I loved being poz, and I couldn’t wait for Peter to feel the same. “Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing hold of both Peter and Dominic. “I’m cumming!” I threw my head back, an intense wave coursing through my body. My skin felt as if it were freezing and on fire at the same time, every nerve firing as my cock shot load after load of poz cum into Peter’s hole. My heart was pounding, Peter’s hand reaching down to stabilize himself, his palm landing right over my biohazard tattoo, my heart beating underneath. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until he converted. “I can feel it,” Peter said, forcing himself down until our dicks disappeared completely inside him. “I can feel you filling me.” I could feel my cum dripping down my dick and over my balls. Next to my shaft, I could feel Dominic’s cock swelling, his rhythm increasing along with his breathing. “One load of poz cum down,” Dominic growled, his one hand grabbing Peter’s leg while the other reached up and grabbed Peter’s cock. “Ready for another?” “Fuck yeah,” Peter moaned as Dominic started jerking his cock. “Infect my ass. Make me blow my neg load.” “Hopefully your last,” Dominic said. “Fuck,” Peter moaned, his breathing quick. “You got it,” Dominic said, thrusting harder, my own cock, growing harder, joining the motion. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Peter cried, hand clawing at my chest and leaving a mark across my skin. “I’m… I’m…” Peter’s mouth was open in a silent scream, eyes wide open, as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and bathed us in his limitless cum. I still couldn’t believe he could produce so much. His entire chest was covered, matting into his hair before falling down onto Dominic and I and matting into our own. The sound of sloshing cum over slicked skin filled the room as Dominic let out a deep growl. “Here it is, boy,” he cried, thrusting himself as deep into Peter’s ass as possible, his body shaking from the exertion. Next to my balls, I could feel his shoot up into his body, his cock pumping furiously. Even my own cock started shooting again, remnants of my orgasm resurfacing and bringing another round of cum shooting out. For a moment, all three of us were connected in a shared orgasm, our bodies firing off as one. The poz seed from Dominic which existed within himself and within me filled Peter’s body. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted, unable to move for what felt like hours. “Anyone ready for a round two?” Peter asked, his cock already at attention, another round of cum ready to go. Dominic looked at me and laughed. “Fuck, you two are the hottest fucking men I’ve ever seen.” “You’re just saying that,” I told him, smiling back. He looked at me, his smile softening. I’d seen Dominic make a lot of faces. I’ve seen his aggressive, dominant face, the one from my dream and the night he pozzed me. I’ve seen his lust when I blow him or he pours out an entire bladder full of piss over my body. I’ve seen his pride as he watches me fuck Pastor Kline, Doctor Wade, or Peter. I’ve seen so many faces. Now, I’m seeing something else. He wasn’t simply glowing in the after-fuck-heat. He looked genuinely happy. “I’m not,” he said. “I’m not just saying that.” ** “Our plan’s in motion,” Peter told us once we fucked one more time, this time giving Peter’s hole a break and fitting only one dick in at a time. Any of the cum which poured out Dominic collected for Peter and fed it to him, though there was still cum leaking out from deep inside his guts. His hole was red and bleeding slightly, but we could tell that he wanted more toxic cum. “I’m planning on seeing Lewis in private in a few days. I’ll talk to him then.” “What are you going to say?” I asked, reminding them both of the different ways this could turn on us, exposing us all. “I thought I’d tell him that I wanted to fuck again,” Peter told us. “I’ll tell him that I found someone else who’s interested in him.” "Won't that scare him?" "He's dying to fuck again," Peter told us. "He wanted to meet at my office again, but I told him to wait. You remember what it was like being young and ready to fuck anything in sight." "I feel that way even now," Dominic said, grabbing his cock which was already starting to get hard again. "I'm telling him it's someone from church." "Not me!" I said, worried about what Peter was going to tell Lewis. “Me,” Dominic indicated. Clearly, both Peter and Dominic had been discussing this plan without me. “Peter will bring Lewis to my apartment. That way, if everything starts to go to hell, Lewis won’t know anything about you,” he told me. “So, what do I do?” “You wait until Lewis agrees,” Peter said. “And only if he agrees,” I told them both, seeing the hunger in their eyes. “I’m not pozzing him if he doesn’t want it.” From the looks on Dominic and Peter’s faces, they weren’t happy with this. “Promise me,” I demanded. “I promise,” Dominic said. “Me too,” Peter told me. “Though, I really hope he says yes because I’m dying to get into his ass again.” “You won’t be fucking him much if you’re not poz,” Dominic reminded him. “More reason for you two to keep fucking my hole up with dirty cum,” Peter said. He reached back a hand and shoved a finger into his ass. He pulled it out and showed us cum tinted pink. “I think you’re on your way,” Dominic said. Peter slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked the cum down, licking his lips. “Tastes better than any pussy I’ve ever had.” “I wouldn’t know,” I said, leaning in and kissing him, tasting the cum on his lips and tongue. “All I’ve ever tasted is cock, cum, ass, and piss.” “That’s all a strong man needs,” Dominic said, smiling. “We just need to make sure that Pastor Kline is back on his feet by then. He’d hate to miss out on the fun.” “Good point,” I said. “That would be an odd number,” I told them. “True,” Dominic said. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to join us. Doctor Wade or someone else.” A sudden noise pulled our attention to my dresser where my phone was charging. I checked the number but found it was unlisted. “Hello?” I asked, watching as Peter dressed and Dominic followed him out. “Will?” the voice on the other end said. “Jay?” I checked the number again. “Jay, is that you?” “Fuck, yeah it is,” Jay said. “What number is this? Whose phone are you using?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said. “Your what?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said again. “I guess he’s my boyfriend. Fuck buddy. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” “Are you saying,” I asked, trying to understand what I was being told, “that you’re gay?” “Don’t know,” he said. “Bi? Pan? No fucking clue. All I know is that lately I’ve been getting fucked by dicks as much as I can, and I fucking love it.” Hearing what Jay was telling me was getting me hard again, even having just fucked twice and cum three times. There was something about Jay that could get me hard no matter what. “What’s his name?” “Alan,” Jay said. “Where’d you meet him?” “In a park,” he said. “He fucked me behind some bushes. That’s not why I called, Will.” “Why did you call?” I asked, thinking back to the last time I had seen him, feeling the panic filling my chest. “I’ve got news.” “Yeah, I know,” I told him. “You just said you have a boyfriend.” “Not just that,” he said. “I didn’t want to call until I knew for sure.” “What about?” I asked. “Are you really that fucking dumb?” Jay asked, laughing. “Will, I’m poz.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, The gangs back. I'll be trying to post every Sunday, but there may be a Sunday missed here and there. I've had a few of you message me with ideas, and I'm excited to see what I can do with some of them. The group is going to get even larger. Lewis will be coming up soon, if not next. Happy jerking.

So this is a bit of a first... For years I have posted stories that have been salvaged and re-discovered from defunct sites or old archives. The following is my first attempt at a new story from scratch, mostly drawling on a number of my favorite fetishes and story settings. Hope for good feed back and responses ================================================================ The two embraced each other as though life long lovers, yet this was the first time either had held the other in one another's arms. The home was a simple two story townhouse, the room they stood was full of the objects accumulated by a man's life, the shelves full of books and tokens, the tables decorated with candles and figurines. Yet despite this, it looked clean and well cared for. A large couch filled the center of the room and the two made their way toward it. The two had met online several months ago, both seeking a need that only the other could provide. The boy had just graduated college and was finished with the punishing studies he had labored under for years. Free from his schooling, he found his sexuality awakened and began to seek out the growing hunger for more and more depraved acts, a journey that found him wishing to fully embrace the ultimate act of giving up his body to another. It was a journey that led him to the Dark Daddy now holding him. The Daddy embracing him is an older ebony skinned man in his mid 50’s, his body showing the lines of someone that at one point was far more muscled and thick than it is today, but now looked thin and crisscrossed with veins. The boy is young and milk skinned, his body in sharp contrast appears at the peak of fitness, smooth, toned, and in good health. Fully knowing that his decisions tonight will put all of that at risk. Indeed, he has a blissed out look on his face full of sexual heat and anticipated lust. The Daddy had spent much of his life indulging the very same passions that the boy now sought out and had accepted the consequences of his hedonism and sinful depravity. Now late in his life, he had decided to seek out someone to become a part of him, not just as another fuck or another notch on his belt, but as a Son that could hopefully pass on his legacy to a new generation. To Ensure his progeny, his DNA continues to spread and multiply. The Daddy looked at the boy, knowing soon he would be "his" Boy and smiled. The boy had arrived mere moments ago, and after each looked upon the other, felt that they had found their destiny. Brief words were exchanged before the sexual energy between them proved too strong and they began to disrobe and reveal their forms fully to one another. Even before each exposed their bodies, they could each breath in the scent and natural musk coming from one another. The Daddy breathed in the sweaty yet clean smells from The Boy, he smiled knowing how weak they would be compared to his own. The Daddy, despite his age and condition, still worked to keep his frail body in shape, and the dense fog of musk and sweat that clung to him he could see was already having its desired effect upon the Boy. The Boy felt light headed as he breathed in the deep and powerful scent, not yet knowing how much more powerful the Musk would become. The two looked into each other's eyes as The Daddy spoke for the first time since they had embraced. "You do not yet know how much joy it gives me to have you at last in my arms. There is so much to show you and so much we will experience together. I will become much more than just your lover, but your father, and in time your God." he says as he brings the boy forward. Rough fingers caressing soft smooth skin. "To begin this path you must learn to worship me, worship my body, my scent, and my seed. In time you will become as one with me and know the true union of our flesh." he spoke in a deep commanding voice, thick with age and experience. The boy, whose heart was already racing, quickly agreed. "Of course Sir, Daddy. I want so deeply to accept you, but I know it cannot happen too soon. Please Sir, I will follow and pledge myself to you however you desire." The boy said and The Daddy was pleased. He knew that the boy may finally be the one to carry on his legacy and become part of the Dark Brotherhood. The Daddy looked into his eyes, and into his soul, and saw the life he would change forever, and saw it was good.

I will never forget the day; Frigid, windy, snowy, and dark. It was my birthday, mid December. I spent the entire day browsing hookup sites looking for just one load to take. I wasn't asking for much, but I had been sexting all day and my balls were aching for release. Curled up in bed with my dog, I continued to pursue a host who could drop a load in me - any load would do. After hours upon hours of searching I found a person who's profile was blank but new. I tapped on their avatar and landed on a page with the following: 44, 5'11, 198lbs, 7.5" - I'm Hosting, Vers. Hairy guys are hot. Fetishes: Used underwear, socks, sports gear, and body hair. Interaction: Anonymous Protection: Talk first I sprang to attention - excitedly I ask him if he were poz. He confirmed it and said that he was sorry, and asked if I did not want to play. I told him not to apologize, and that I was perfectly fine having sex with poz guys, even ones who are detectable. He proceeded to tell me that he was on his meds, and that he is responsibly undetectable. This man changed tune as soon as I told him that I was disappointed he wasn't on meds, to which he replied that he just wanted to lure me in and was in fact, not on his meds. I agreed to come over, my heart racing. I had never purposefully fucked a poz guy of any stature - detectable or not. It was like the virus was already coursing through my veins and I hadn't even caught it yet. I drove through the intense blizzard like conditions to arrive at his hotel and proceeded to his room. Standing in the doorway was man a couple inches taller than myself. He had hair that was just starting to gray, his chest coated in thick black hair that stretched down to his massive cock, wrapping around down his legs and to his feet. His thick coarse body hair was incredible running through my hands. He was a good looking guy, and was delighted I showed up. With thousands of snowflakes falling outside, I was determined not to be a flake, especially not for him. He poured me a glass of wine, sweet with a slight bite. I began to undress myself, leaving my jockstrap on. I laid on the bed, and admired his gorgeous body, his tufts of body hair, and fiddle with my own cock through my underwear. He moved towards my cock with his hand, and I told him to get ready to be shocked. You see, I have 4 piercings on my cock. a 4 guage prince albert curved barbell, and 3 rungs of a ladder. My cock is already indicative of what a bad boy I am, let alone if it were to be a poz cock. He began to take off my underwear, admired my piercings and showed me he had a PA too. He flipped me over, and examined my hole. Tickling the hair around my ass, he spit on his dick, and rubbed some on my hole. He slid his cock up and down against my fuck hole, the feeling was pure ecstasy. Without a moments notice, he burrowed himself inside me, balls deep. I let out a loud moan, it felt as though he split my ass open, and then gave me a shot of pure pleasure right in my cunt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was greater as he began to pump his cock inside me. I could feel every single stroke press against my abdominal muscles, every last hump was pure, erotic, manly romance. His sweat was dripping all over me, his BO permeating my hair and skin. I squeezed down on his cock, urging him to release his evil seed inside me. And so he did, he came all over, painting the insides of my body with toxic cum. His load was hot, sticky, and the way it gushed every time he thrusted again made me nearly cum. He pulled out, and I reached over and grabbed an item I brought off the dresser. In my hand was a simple needle - 3ml, 20 guage. Nothing too scary. I grabbed his arm, and asked him if he was okay with it. I swear, his cock grew another 3 inches as he grabbed the needle from my hands. Using his teeth, he removed the cap. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself at my hole. He slammed inside me, a feeling of pure joy now. I grasped his arm, and his vein began to show. He plunged the needle into his arm, and withdrew a dark, violent red fluid into the tube. His blood was so toxic I could feel his bugs in my ass clawing away to be reunited with their brothers and sisters. He squeezed my arm, after removing the needle and handing it to me. Carefully, I placed the needle against the vein I always use for an HIV test, and pressed in. Carefully, I slammed the plunger in. Immediately I could feel his minions hijacking my body, taking over my mind. I knew at this moment I was absolutely fucked. God damn, it was so fucking hot. I was absolutely. FUCKED. I then took the plunger and pulled it out, filling the tube with my own blood. He greedily took the needle, and slammed my clean negative blood into his veins. Every vampire needs fresh blood sometimes. Blood was rolling down our arms - staining the sheets with solid evidence of the crime we had committed. He grabbed his double zero gauge prince albert and put it on. He opened my legs again, and carefully pushed his massive bionic cock inside me, fucking me until he painted me up once more. We rolled over, and I rode his cock like into the sunset. I rode him, and rode him - grinding his cock inside my ass until he came a third time. With a dirty deed done, and new lifestyle ahead, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove home in a blizzard. It didn't matter if I look outside, or inside, all I could see was white. Please note : While this is fictional - This borrows heavily on my first pozzing experience. I am so excited to hear your thoughts after I've taken this huge step.

Here's a small world situation...I'm still in shock by it. I graduated college 25 years ago. Lost touch with some of my best friends over the years as happens. I am on holiday in Milan for the weekend and last night I'm horny in my hotel room so I open up Grindr and look for a bottom to fuck. I message a 20 year old kid who is 200 meters away from me. His profile says he is an American student studying in IT and he is horny for Daddy's to fuck him. We trade some pics and he is ready to come to my room for a fuck. He's tall, lean, lanky, not much muscle on him but smooth and defined and he seems horny AF to get cock inside him. 20 minutes later he knocks on my hotel room door. I open it up, he come right in, breathless, and he immediately starts to kiss me. He must have run over after his shower. We get to it...strip clothes off and I rim his smooth pretty hole for a long time, he's moaning, begging me to fuck him. Eventually I start to kiss up his torso and then kiss his lips as I push my cock into his hole. Nothing crazy, just an intense and great fuck till I eventually shoot my load inside him...he's rock hard and he begs me to suck his cock...I no sooner get my lips on his dick and he shoots his load right into my mouth. I snowball it back to him...we then lay next to each other just caressing and relaxing. I ask where he is from, where he is studying, etc. one question leads to another and I start learning a bit more about the kid. I told him where I went to college...and then it kind of got weird. His Dad went to the same college...then what year did he graduate...same year...then was he in a fraternity...then what was his name...and sure enough, this boy's Dad was one of my good friends in college and a fraternity brother of mine. LOL. So, we are both really freaked out by this. And frankly hornier too because of it. We fuck again...I blow another load inside of him. He spent the night with me. He's coming back tonight for some more fucking... Small world

Took my last load today from a Nigerian, was also my first BBC. Hoping to get more of his cock.

I wish I had written this out on Thursday when my hole was still gaping and leaking loads, but alas, I spent the time playing with it instead of recording the events of the morning. A few days later, my hole is craving it all again and we’re set to meet Monday morning for round two. Early last week I was hit up on bbrt by a hot, 29 year-old latino. His profile text was nothing more than “dom top looking for cumdumps”. We chatted a bit, exchanged numbers and agreed to meet Thursday morning when we were both free. I was told to be caged and be ready to submit my holes. Thursday morning arrives, I clean up and out, shave bare (also requested), put on my cage, and fire off a text saying I’m ready. It takes forever for him to reply, sparking worry on my part, but eventually he replies just before when we were to meet saying he slept in, but to get my ass over to his place and he gives me his address. One last check that all is good and I was out the door. During transit, he asked if I’m ready to be his cumdump and submit to whatever he wants, to which I reply “yes sir”. As I approach his condo building, he then says to “let yourself in, strip, put on the blindfold, and bend over”. “Yes sir!” Once in his unit, I do as I’m told, and wait blindfold and naked in front of open windows. I hear him approach, and with my heart racing his first touch is of his fingers finding my hole. “Nice” is all he says. He bends over me, face next to mine, and then into my ear he starts asking if “I’m his cumdump”, then followed by a string of degrading comments “you need this slut?”, “fuck you look like a whore”, which threw me right into a perfect headspace and had me moaning, agreeing, and begging. He then presented his rock hard (I mean rock hard) 7”, hooded dick for me to suck on and continued the verbal. I devoured his dick, he fucked my face, made me gag and wretch, then pull from my mouth and told me to get on my hands and knees. He moved behind, I felt lube being applied, and then the head of his dick was at my hole breaching the entrance. I snorted poppers that were laying on the floor and then he slid inside and slowly bottomed out. Didn’t take long for hard fucking to start. Ass up, chest on the floor, arms out, I fully submitted to his dick and verbal assault. After a good long time, he pulled out, grabbed me, escorted me to his bedroom, threw me on the corner of his bed chest down, and dove his dick back in me. He continued fucking me and then I felt the tempo change, becoming slight more erratic while he ramped up the verbal asking if “you my cumdump”, “you need this load”, “you a breeding slut?”, “beg for it”, which caused me to start begging to be loaded and him to growl “I’m breeding you fuck hole”. He spasmed as he unloaded and I swear I felt the warmth and fullness build as he continued to fuck out his load. It took a good couple of minutes for him to stop spasming. As we were both coming down, he pulled the mask off me, pulled out, and told me to get on my back, legs wide open. I did as I was told. Man he was handsome. He stared at my hole commenting that it looked so hot, used, gaping open and oozing cum. He stood up, came to the side of the bed, and presented his cum covered cock for me to suck. I went down on it, savouring the musk, and he slipped a finger inside my hole, all turning me into a horned out, whining, bitch. I expected him to soften in my mouth, but he didn’t. If anything, got harder watching be writhe under him with fingers in my gaping fuck hole and his cock making me wretch and gag as he piled drives my throat. Next think I know, he hands me the poppers and tells me to take a big hit and is back between my legs, dick at my hole. Just as the poppers hit, he slides balls deep into my hole. He’s starting down watching his pole work my hole into a sloppy mess and in short order he’s dumping another load. I almost came in my cage, which he noticed and scooped up the precum and partial load and added it to my hole. He kept working me for a bit, then pulled out, pulled me up, and fed me his slimy dick. I devoured it. “You’re a good slut with a great hole”. He pulled out, put on his underwear and I took the hint, and we went back into the living room. I got dressed as he watched and as I was about to exit he said, be here Monday morning.

Certainly many people are rude and do this sort of thing exactly. But also remember that online interactions, though they transmit quickly, are asynchronous. Depending a lot on what platform you are using, you will always have to contend to some degree with this scenario: People jump on to check messages, take a peek at the eye candy while they do it, and send out a few oinks... and then (having checked their messages) log out. If your message doesn't get to them in the five minute window they're on, they won't respond. But (also depending on the platform) you may continue to see them as "online" or "recently online" for quite some time (for Growlr it can be days).

I’m 64 my partner is 24. He loves daddies and grandpa. His preferred age range is 55+. I’ve watch get fucked and bred by a hung AF 82 yo. Boy was in heaven

Chapter 7 He had her in the doggy position and he was fucking her, She kept backing to his cock. He looked down and saw her little brown hole winking at him when she moved. He knew then that sooner than later he was going to get the cherry. She hadn’t climaxed yet and that was fine because he had another plan. He flipped her over and went down on her pussy. Even though he knew how wet she got this was different, she was soaked and so were the sheets. He started licking her pussy, pulling off then she got close to prolong both her fun and misery. She was almost begging him to bring her off, this was something that her strict and conservative upbringing would never allow. He was playing with her breasts and rock hard nipples, this seems to make her even hotter. He had his hands under her buttocks and was holding them open and he stared teasing and massaging the round globes of her ass. While he was sucking on her clit he moved one of his fingers to her hole and began teasing it. That got the response he hoped for, she was moaning and bucking up into his mouth. He remembered how this felt when guys did this to him and it drove him wild. When she was moving around it actually worked it in her butt. He only had the finer tip in but this was more than she ever let happen. He held his finger steady, he wanted to see what she would do. She stared pushing back on his finger, she had about half of it in when she stared to cum. She wrapped her thighs around his head and clamped it on place. At the same time she was moaning and making all sorts of animalistic sounds that he knew the neighbors would hear it. She was in a state he never heard before, she was pumping so much cum juice in his mouth he was having trouble keeping up with it. At the same time he couldn’t get a good breath in that position and she showed no signs of stopping. He had head about women ringing their bells when they came had but never experienced it. She seemed to be coming harder and his finger was almost all the way in her butt. He was afraid she might have a heart attack or something. He decided to pull his finger out and see if he could get another one in there. When it came out her climax seemed to stop. She released his head from her death grip and rolled over and was panting. She could never remember ever getting that intense of an orgasm, it seemed to have drained her body of energy. After the week she had, this was what she needed. She had talked about sex with a couple of her friends and they talked about how intense anal play can be for both partners and they also talked about what it was like to get another person into the action and the dynamics of it. The one said she watched her husband and another guy play together an f her husband ended up being on the bottom and getting fucked. She talked about the times he took her back door and how erotic it was to watch it when he got it. This was something that she had never considered and would never consider it. When they talked about it, she thought how perverted and nasty it was. Her boyfriend moved behind her to cuddle and his cock, which he had forgotten about, poked her in the ass. She giggled again and said “ Someone still needs to get off “. She was totally relaxed and at the same time something inside her wanted more. This was a feeling she never had before. She started playing with his cock. It was sticky with her cum juices and it was harder than she could remember. She slid down and began licking the sensitive head of his cock. She had no idea as to how overly hot and sensitive it was. As she did this, she was lightly tracing lines on his thighs and cupping his nut sack. He was breathing hard with the excitement and sweating, that was another thing she had never noticed before. She started using her mouth on his cock, usually she could only get half his cock in her mouth but for some reason this time she was able to almost swallow it’s entire length. Only about an inch was left out. She was getting good and pleasing him and she wanted to give him as much as he as giving her.

Part 22 I took a deep breath as he was pushing me gently but firmly into the dark area, holding me by the hips and guiding me through the groups of guys. I inhaled the smells deeply, a strong combination of sweat, cum and poppers. My head was already spinning and I had to lean back onto him to make sure I would not trip and fall. I was being very careful, taking small steps, and I could feel the breath of strangers on me, guys who got distracted from what they were doing by our arrival. Hands were flying all over my body, grabbing my cock and ass as we were passing. I felt his grip tightening on my waist, indicating me to stop. "Here, it will be perfect. Bend over." he ordered. I complied and felt a bench in front of me. I rested my hands on it, keeping my arms straights and I could feel the armbands tightening around my triceps. My back was as arched as possible and my ass was exposed. My shorts were pulled brutally down to my ankles and I immediately felt a warm tongue getting to work on my hole, forcing it to open, and getting ready for what was coming. The cum I had been trying to keep inside was leaking out and I tried showing how much I wanted another load by arching my back to the maximum and opening my hole as wide as I could. Five minutes later, I felt a cock rubbing onto my sloppy hole. "We're getting a lot of attention, boy. I'll start fucking you, it will open the way to other" he whispered into my ear, giving me a little bite before standing up and thrusting into my ass easily. I pulled my head up to show how much I enjoyed it but he instantly grabbed it and directed it to my left. "Open your mouth and suck him". Someone shoved a dick into my mouth, it was tasting of cum already but there was no way to know if it was his or if he had collected it from fucking another sloppy hole. I was surrounded, I was covered with hands and dicks which trying to make their way to either my mouth or my ass. I don't know if he shot a third load or not but he pulled out after five minutes and I could hear him step aside. "Here we go" he said to my ear. He was standing on my right and I could feel another dick slowly sliding into my sloppy hole and starting to fuck me. The guy I was blowing on my left blew his load down my throat, holding my head to make sure his cum would not go to waste. I swallowed it all, almost gagging for air. As he left, my head was immediately directed to my right. "Suck me, boy, as I watch you being used." I was at his complete mercy, I was not thinking and I was definitely not expected to think myself. I just had to be a hole for all the men he would tell me to please, in whatever way he wanted. This thought just filled my brain completely as a bottle of poppers was almost pushed up my nose, and my mind went almost completely blank. I was only focused on being a good slut, showing how much I was craving cum and dick, no matter the cost at the end. The guy behind me picked up the pace and I heard him roar as he was firmly gripping my hips, balls deep. He shot his load - maybe my fourth or fifth of the night, I was starting to lose count. I was a little too high on poppers and excitement. "Good little fag" I heard, not knowing who this was coming from. Another guy took his place, as I was still sucking my guy's cock. I was drenched in sweat, I needed a break but it did not matter at that point. My body was not mine anymore. Two or three guys took turns for the following fifteen or twenty minutes. I had no way to know if they shot their loads or not but my hole was getting sloppier with long strings of cum dripping along my legs. We must had been in the dark room for about forty-five minutes, I was tired but I was determined to keep going. I did not have a choice anyway, my guy was still holding me firmly in place, putting me back into position when I tried to get away. He had been giving words of encouragement to the guys who had been taking turns in both my mouth and my ass, telling them that I was a fucking cum whore who deserved to be bred. "My turn" a deeper voice said from behind. I felt a thicker cock sliding in. My body tightened a bit, even if my hole had gotten looser than usual after all that action and despite the copious amount of cum coating it. I gasped a bit, letting go of my guy's cock which escaped my mouth. -"Fuck, that slut is full of cum. Feels warm and nice in there". -"Yeah, get him pregnant, man. He's been asking for it all week!" -"He's neg?" -"Not for long!" That was it. He had not gotten into poz talk since we had arrived, but he was feeling more and more comfortable. -"You wanna give him your poz load, man?" he asked the guy. -"Yeah, I'm gonna poz him up! He on PrEp?" they were not addressing me in any way. All the questions were directed to my top, I had no say in any of the matter. -"He was. Until a week ago."

PART 1: Meeting Robert It was finally the weekend and I knew all week I wanted to get out to a nude beach and get some sun, along with enjoy the scenery. I took an extra long shower, making sure to clean myself out, dried off and went to get some shorts on. Since I go to a nude beach I didn't need a 'swimsuit' as I would be laying out naked. I packed my backpack with a towel, blanket and a small cooler with something to drink, threw on my loose shorts, and tshirt, knowing those would only be used only walking to and from the car. When I arrived, I found a spot to park, got my things, locked the car, and headed off down the sandy trails to get closer to the water. I passed several men leaving, along with following some that were heading down the path ahead of me. When I finally emerged to near the waterline I started looking for a place to lay out. I am not particularly crazy about being right in the path of all men traversing the path, not my style, so I headed back behind the bushes just off the beach. After a few minutes of walking I found the perfect spot for me. An area with enough space to get some good sun, but also somewhat secluded, not more than one or two people could layout in this area. Just what I like. I did notice right away that there was a blanket near my perfect spot, roughly 15 feet away I would guess. It seems someone had just been there but walked away for a few minutes as there was a water bottle and a book still open to a page. I looked around and didn't see my neighbor so I didn't give it much thought. I spread out my blank, using my towel as a pillow, put on some sunscreen, and cracked a cold beer before laying down my stomach to read and sun my ass. The feeling of sun on my naked body along with being outdoors always gets me going, it just felt great. I had been reading for about ten minutes when I heard someone approaching through the bushes, a very common sound at the beach. I wasn't really looking for anyone and continued reading my book when I felt someone finally break free of the bushes and I heard a subtle "oh". The man said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here and it startled me a bit". I turned my head and was quickly taken aback by the man standing near his blanket. Here was a sexy black man, his chest hair and pubes were a mix of black and silver. He seems to clip his hair very short I noticed as I let my eyes wander down his body. He was definitely a little older than I but in great shape from what I could tell. I really tried to keep my cool and not let my eyes drift to his cock, but I couldn't refuse and wearing sunglasses I could do it without looking obvious. I quickly looked back up to him face and said, "oh sorry, I hope I am not intruding". "Not at all, glad to have the company. My name is Robert" the man said advancing towards me holding out his hand. I rose up and didn't even notice my semi hard cock as I took Robert's hand. His grip was very masculine and I couldn't help but enjoy his touch. "Great to meet you Robert, Tim.", I said. "Great to meet you to Tim. I thought I was going to be out here all day by myself, so ended up taking a walk to see who is out and about." Robert smiled. I knew what he meant, scoping our the landscape of possible men to meet. At this point I could have sworn he shook his hips a little as his long cock also swayed under it's own weight. Fuck. That is all I could think as I stared. I knew Robert felt me staring because I think his cock jerked to break my stare. Of course I couldn't control my growing cock so I quickly turned around and took a drink of my beer and sat down. whew. I offered Robert a cold beer, which he gladly accepted. I sat with cross legged on my blanket and quickly pushed my cock down so it wasn't standing straight up. As Robert stood there conversing with me it is then that I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his left hip. I thought no...I must have mistaken the tattoo for what I thought it was. "Mind if I move a little closer so it is easier to talk and I can sit, relax, and enjoy my beer?" Robert asked "Of course Robert, please do". Robert handed me his cold beer, turned and bent down to move his blanked close to mine. I noticed Robert's big balls handing low, which is very sexy to me. Once Robert was situation he laid down on his blanked and faced me on his side. His big cock just laid so nicely down to the blanked. wow. I could definitely see his tattoo now and stared at it openly. Robert looked to where I was staring. "Ah, you noticed my tat", he said. "is that a scorpion?" "Yes it is, I got it several years ago" Robert said as he rubbed the tattoo making his cock move with the same motion. I could see his cock started to grow a little bit. "Do you have any tattoos Tim?" "No, sorry. never really got in to them, but I do like them on other men. That is a good one". "Do you know what it means Tim"? "Yes, you are poz, right?" "You are right Tim. Does that bother you at all? I hope not. I got the tat about ten years ago when I tested poz". Robert's cock was standing completely off the blanket now as he lightly rubbed the tattoo. "That is cool Robert. I don't think I have known a poz man with a tattoo like that, very cool". Even though my legs were cross legged, my cock had definitely freed itself and I obviously aroused, actually very hard. "I can see it doesn't really bother you Tim" Robert said as he nodded at my hard cock. With one motion Robert stroked his big cock in a long stroke, back and forth slowly as I watched him, he watched me. Measuring my excitement! Robert continued and said, "fuck I need to cum tonight" and laughed. "Oh I hear you there sir, me too". Robert sat up on his blanked. and was obviously trying to reduce the swelling he had going on. "What do you for work Tim?". I told Robert that I was a computer/network guy in I.T.. "What about you?" I asked Robert. Before answering Robert said "well shit maybe you should come work on my computer at home, it is always giving me fits" and winked. "I work out of my home Tim I am a masseur." "Oh nice" I said, "do you get a lot of business?" "I do alright" he said, "I have my regulars and taking in new business from time to time. Do you have a masseuse or get massages Tim?". To be honest I haven't gotten a massage in a long time and it really seemed to be about time, because they are really relaxing. "I haven't in a long time, but should probably get one soon". "Here, give me your phone" Robert said. I handed him my phone and he entered his name, number, and email as a new contact. "Don't hesitate to text or email if you would like to set something up". He hand my phone back to me and downed the last of his beer. He put the empty bottle in his backpack and said it was about time for him to go. I stood up, now that my cock had settled, and asked how long he had been at the beach. "Just a few hours, but I have had enough sun and I am pretty horny, so need to go home and relax". Robert made air quotes why saying the word relax. I just laughed as I completely understood. Robert pulled his shorts from his backpack, but instead of putting them on he asked for a hug while telling me how great it was to meet me. He caught me off guard, but I leaned in close and hugged him back. He whispered in my ear "great to meet you Tim" as one hand slid down to cup my ass. I could feel Robert's cock growing along my leg, what a fucking gorgeous cock I thought. soon his finger found my hole and just stayed there. I reached down to hold his big cock in my hand and as soon as I touched him, he started leaking, a lot actually, and then his finger slid into my hole. "fuck Robert" is all I could say! "I would love to Tim" Robert said quietly as I stroked his massive cock. Robert pulled his finger from my ass and hugged me tightly. "You should come over for a massage soon Tim". I looked into Robert's eyes, still holding his leaking big black cock, "I will sir". "You can tonight if you like Tim, I am free". "I want that Robert" I said as I let go of his cock and turned around. with my butt up against his swollen cock. his hands went to my shoulders but I reached behind me and guided his cock to lay on my ass. "Tim, you are so sexy, fuck. Please come over tonight and you will get the best massage you have ever had, I promise". "I will Robert, I promise". Robert eased away from me, gripping my ass again firmly in his hand, saying "good, I can't wait".

I'd been so fucking horny and in a real subby mood (I usually top) so I organised a group fuck last night with all my regular fuck buddies and anyone they wanted to bring, with my asshole and mouth ready for use. I had 11 guys over plus my regular fuckboy, Drew. I got on the bed doggy and presented my ass. and soon had the first cock deep in my guts and one down my throat. My hole was being well pounded and stretched wide open. I always had a cock in my mouth. After half an hour my buddies started feeding me loads in my mouth and breeding my ass. I loved experiencing their different techniques. Some men came in my mouth, some shot their loads deep in my throat. Most men shot their sperm balls deep up my asshole but a couple pulled out, masturbated and shot their loads over my hole and my balls before finishing off inside me. I got at last 2 loads from each buddy. At the end I was covered in sperm dripping out my ass over my balls and in my beard. I haven't showered so I still stink of their cum and sweat. Awesome.

I've been hooking up recently with a hot dl guy during my lunch break. Late thirties, nine inch cock, muscular Italian stud. He's working at the dump near my house, and coming over when he finishes at 3pm. I work from home so it's convenient. There's something so hot about a straight dl guy that just want to be serviced. He comes over in his dirty boots and gear, and I immediately drop to my knees and take his dick out to worship. He smells musky and manly, his dick already rock hard. I grab his muscled thighs as I try to deep throat him. I really want to show him how fags suck better dick than women. No kissing. Minimal touching from his end. Meanwhile I kiss his body, lifting up his neon work shirt to reveal his dark haired abs and pecs. He never touches my dick, or even rims my hole. I've learned to prelube myself since he just wants to slide it in. Taking every inch of his cock feels impossible at first, but the second I hit some poppers, he slides in like he's always belonged. Juicy raw cock in my hole, I'm in heaven. I ride him sometimes on the couch or on the bed. Sometimes doggy or standing. Never missionary because he's too straight for that. He ends up usually breeding me within a few minutes. While I love to get pounded, knowing that he has to be home for his wife, I do my best to serve him with speed and efficiency. He pulls up his pants and maybe chats a little with me. But then he's out the door before his wife suspects.

My regular guy I see many times. Kinky as shit and his friends are the same. He is 82 years old and his frinds 65 to 82. Love the older. They can be kinky as hell and very creative. Its the experience that they have that makes it more fun.

Thanks for all the responses. I've slept on it and feeling a bit more philosophical. You've all raised great points and given me some needed reflection. Some days and guys just suck but then there are the good ones to concentrate on.

I think, for what it's worth, that most online users consider "oinks" (and, depending on the site, growls, woofs, taps, etc.) as not conversation, but more akin to catching someone's eye across the bar and smiling/nodding/otherwise acknowledging them. Sometimes, that can be the start of an actual conversation (whether online or in real life). Sometimes, it's nothing more than a casual flirting acknowledgment. Like so many things, context is usually lacking online that one might otherwise get in the real world. If the guy kept stealing glances at you, for instance, or otherwise catching your attention and signaling an intent to engage (in whatever), that's different from someone who smiles at you across the room but then focuses on other people and things. It's not the only, or first, way in which online contacts lack something compared with their offline counterparts. I'll also note that I sometimes woof/oink/growl at guys who are in a city or region I'm planning to visit, even if I'm not there at the moment. I may do the same for someone local even if there's no way I can meet up with him soon. (I do try to avoid doing that with anyone whose profile suggests that when they're online, they're looking for "NOW" - so as not to be accused of leading someone on.) So - accept it for what it is (presumably, a compliment). And recognize that having complimented you isn't an obligation on his part to do more.

My list of pet peeves seems to grow longer every year or so. At first it was just the lack of a profile picture. On my profiles I say plainly “no pic, no chat.” But still the little rodents persist. Secondly, not filling out a profile at all. Thirdly, hitting me up for conversation when they’re 1000 or 3000 or 4000 miles away. What the fuck is up with that? I’m looking for a hook up not a goddamn penpal. And fourthly, the newest craze with potential hook ups, asking you to reimburse them for gas money if they come to you. And these aren’t always kids and starving students. Just last night someone hit me up on A4A. Things looked kind of promising until this dude who is only 3 miles away and 34 years old asked me to reimburse his gas. Fuck that!

Spent all afternoon relaxing on the sand by the water in my jockstrap getting fucked and filled with cum by a group of hot young guys.

I’ll turn 60 in January so I sure hope it doesn’t end. I’ve been getting fucked more the last 2 years than all the time before, of course Prep has made a big difference. I’m in very good shape so that helps plus I have a large sex drive that keeps me looking for more cock to fuck my ass.

Daily I touch my poz cock and realize i can change another's life with it

Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

I'm 64 and have been a dedicated barebacker for around 10 years. I was more verse until 6 years ago when radiation treatment for prostate cancer left me with "performance issues." Since I started as a devoted bottom boy, it was a return to my roots! I've been HIV+ for close to 30 years, and only began barebacking when I had a hookup with a younger man (I would have been in my 50s at the time) who was about to penetrate and asked "Do you want the load?" I'd disclosed my HIV status and was a little surprised (this was pre-PreP) but answered "This is an option? Sure, go for it." It felt so much better without the rubber (turns out I had developed an allergic reaction to latex) that I never looked back and have pretty much looked for and found bareback partners for sex play since then. Before the prostate cancer, I was actually topping more often, since going through the clean-out to bottom is sort of a drag. I had a few different guys I'd fuck regularly. I love different body types: one was a blonde twink runner (HIV+, 5'7", 115 lbs, lean, shaved body with a really sweet, tight hole); another a 30/40-ish muscle guy (on PreP, 5'10", 160 lbs, shaved with a soft, smooth hole, felt AMAZING to penetrate); another was a French guy living in NY (HIV+, 5'7", 130 lbs) lightly hairy, average body with a hot butt), and another muscled guy (on PreP, 5'10", 165 lbs, hairy, HOT butt). In addition there were a couple of one-offs, a hairy, stocky muscled Latin guy (HIV+, 5'9", 170(?) lbs) and an Asian guy with a smooth, athletic body and butt (on PreP, 5'7", 140 lbs). They all took my poz loads up their butts completely willingly. FUCK! It felt so good to shoot bare inside a guy's hole after years of condom-only sex. Cumming is always good, but I'd say my best orgasms were with the the blonde twink runner and the shaved muscle guy and the one-off Asian guy. They were into my favorite foreplay, licking my ass - never fails to get me going. The others were good (dick sucking, kissing, etc.) but not as intense. I would say, though, that the French guy was a lot of fun (I slipped off the condom and stealthed him BB first time, didn't cum inside him). He really loved getting fucked, sucked dick and licked balls, loved having his ass opened up with my mouth and then taking my cock. We'd fuck missionary position, and he'd stroke my balls while I fucked him (once with both hands) so that I'd explode inside him. Then I'd stay inside him and he'd beat off with my dick in his hole until he shot. The runner boy would let me sit on his face and just go to town licking out my ass - I'd eat him, too. Or I'd stand and push my ass in his face (rimming obsession here, giving and receiving). His hole was tight, felt so good. The first time I came inside him was doggy-style; I thought we'd try a few different positions, but that sweet little runner's butt squeezed it out of me right away. The other times I remember best were once with him laying flat on his front, I held him in place with my hands under him right where his thighs met his pelvis (major explosion while his cum hole gripped my dick); and once he rode me reverse "cowgirl" and let his right hand trail up and down my balls to another surprise orgasm (so hot seeing his butt riding my cock and his fingers stroking my nut sack in time with his pole-riding). The shaved muscle guy was totally sub/power bottom. He had the best DS: (dick sucking lips), made it feel like a cum hole: soft mouth without a hint of teeth. I'd fuck his face with him on his knees or back, then put my crack over his mouth and order him to eat my ass. I also had him sit on my face and delved into those muscled cheeks with my tongue, delicious butt. He really liked missionary/scissors position (right leg over my left shoulder, left leg straight) because he always wanted to play with my balls (a favorite thing for both of us). He'd stroke them while he sucked my dick and once I'd penetrated that AMAZING hole, would gently finger my balls while I pumped in and out of him. I'd always cum so hard inside his neg muscle butt... The one time with the Asian boy was incredible. He was a power verse bottom and we got into a great 69 rimming each other's butts. He went into doggy style, and as soon as I'd penetrated his super-tight hole (surrounded by the prettiest ass cheeks) he was tickling my balls....5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BLAST OFF! Damn, I flooded his neg hole with my cum, such a turn-on! Hope you enjoyed...here are some pics of the butts mentioned.

I totally agree. Never had a boyfriend I didnt fuck around on at the bathhouses.

lol, and simultaneously outed myself. i didn't get that insight from google lol.

You could have just called me old 😉

Fuck, he sounds like a real bull of a man. Nothin hotter than servicing a sweaty dude fresh from manual labor. Enjoy his sweat, and sperm. He just sees you as a piece of meat to be used for his pleasure. Never refuse him anything. Try to persuade him to sit on your face - he'll love your tong deep in his asshole. II think you need to drink his piss too.

Good way to look at it Mate!

i could speculate about how a Top or versatile guy might respond, but i can only experientially speak from the physical and psychological position of a total bottom. i suspect a lot of what you are experiencing is being a bottom, stuff that all bottom guys experience, mixed in with the added element of being FTM. Every individual is going to respond individually to you, so it would be impossible to parse out if guys are responding to you as bottom or FTM, combination reasons, ad infinitum. i dated a FTM person for awhile, they ended up breaking if off because things didn't work sexually between us. i would have kept the relationship and just modified it as more platonic, but for them is was an all or nothing need/desire. i recently had another relationship end with a guy who was born with all the exterior parts, identified as "top" with me, but had ED and was not able to use his cock to fuck and breed. That is something i need baseline sexually to be fulfilled. Again, i love the guy and would have just altered our relationship to be platonic, but just like the other guy, he needed/wanted all or nothing. Interestingly, He is really turned on by FTM. He was looking for devices for me to wear, that MTF wear, because He loved the idea of me having two pussies. He was always pushing in on my penis, trying to make it look like a pussy and was sorta obsessed with that. That was a psychological kink that worked for both of us, but it could not replace or substitute for my need/desire to be penetrated and inseminated physically. For me, both were pretty much the same kind of relationship, and the issues that defined and ended the relationships came down to was sexual incompatibility. i always have the basic physical sexual need, as a total bottom, of being penetrated and inseminated by a Man. i have all sorts of kinks that, if i find Someone with compatible kinks, can really enhance a relationship. But none of those kinks are absolute sexual needs for me. Being penetrated by 'cock' and inseminated are sexual needs for me. my sexuality goes way beyond physical, and i think that's true for most, though a lot of guys don't explore or talk about the psychological side of sex. For me a Mans cock goes beyond the physical. Some guys are confused (and some totally get and love it) when i explain that, while i have a penis, i do not have a 'cock.' To me, "cock" is what a Top Man uses to penetrate and breed with, and i do not do either. This is where it gets more complex, beyond physical (for me). For me, a Man also has an inner cock that drives His physical cock. I.e., He has the need/desire to penetrate and inseminate (and much more). For me, that can take various forms. For instance, i have experienced a Man penetrating and pissing inside of me. That can get really close to fucking and breeding with semen for me. It's not the same because a big part of my psychological need/desire is to have a Man orgasm inside of me, which of course doesn't happen with piss. Still, there is a release/relief that happens that approaches orgasm for some Men. For me, i have found i need some basic things from sex: i need/want a Man to penetrate me, leave something physical of Himself inside of me (e.g., semen, piss, ______), and have a form of pleasure or release, i.e. orgasm or the relief/release He gets from pissing. i can imagine creative ways a FTM can do that, but for it to work for me, i'd have to experience both inner and outer "Cock" from Him. i've been with guys who physically fucked me with their penis, but "cock" was not all there. i've had Men use their finger or tongue or dildo or_________, and Their inner cock was so present, that what they were using became "cock" for me. It wasn't complete, but had elements. Sex is complex and wonderful, eh?

Late 50s here. Very heartening to hear that most of the older guys commenting here are still having great sex and that there are a lot of guys of all ages attracted to older, experienced men, bottoms and Tops. All the best for a prosperous and sex-filled old age to everyone.

Sadly, in this country, the only "right" that the right-wing considers absolute, unequivocal, and not subject to any limitations is the right to own and carry guns. Anything else is a right that is subject to restrictions, like free speech, free press, free association, and so forth (in the view of so-called "conservatives").

Wow excellent start so far!! Building nicely!

I’ve had this as well. Get an oink! You respond with a simple question to start the hookup and nothing. I completely stopped responding to oinks! with messages. Just oink back and see what happens. If they’re interested they usually send a message back. But in general it’s so incredibly hard to keep a conversation going to get to a point to hookup on certain platforms nowadays. It’s like conversion skills have gone down hill.

oh fuck! I missed this! Can't wait to see more chapters coming... Want to see him converting but I really don't understand what the poz character wants! He wants the guy to be his poz son, then brings him around to get loads from totally strangers?

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Ditto BootmanLA. my brain went a similar direction. i concur that most of the factors one considers, if or when getting a fuck machine, are going to be personal vs universal. i'll toss in my thoughts and considerations to the discussion. i have a fuck machine, and have had it several years. i've used it maybe a dozen times? Toys in general are not a great choice for me. i do not use them on my self and have rarely ever used them with another Man/man. That gets into why i have sex, and again is a "personal" consideration. If one gets off on just the physical aspect of penetrating or being penetrated, a fuck machine is definitely a hybrid dildo that can provide some intense penetration and fucking. For me, the missing element is the Man doing the fucking. Physically speaking: skin on skin is missing. Psychosexually, it sort of depends. WIth some who use toys, you can feel that they are connected to whatever they are using, and it becomes an extension of Their desire. With others, using an object can feel mechanical and disconnected. Chances are, if you like to use a dildo on yourself, or you like your partner to do so, you'll love a fuck machine. Practically speaking, when you start looking at them, you'll find a lot of them out there (hello China), but only a couple of basic designs. Some horny carpenter got creative one day and turned his reciprocating saw into a 'fuck machine." lol, when i was younger, more than a few actual tools ended up inside my ass. A lot of the fuck machines out there are repurposed reciprocating tools, or are based on that design. Those have a shorter stroke though. Here's examples of the two basic designs (i have the first one): 1. With legs [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/Hismith-Premium-Machine-Intellgent-Controlled/dp/B083VX56MY/ref=sr_1_5?crid=1LCFL3DTIGETJ&keywords=fuck+machine+attachments&qid=1671276961&sprefix=fuck+machine+attachments%2Caps%2C130&sr=8-5&ufe=app_do%3Aamzn1.fos.c3015c4a-46bb-44b9-81a4-dc28e6d374b3 2. Without legs/platform [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/Traveler-Frequencies-Vibrator-Portable-Thrusting/dp/B07VDDBHB1/ref=sr_1_15?crid=1LCFL3DTIGETJ&keywords=fuck+machine+attachments&qid=1671276961&sprefix=fuck+machine+attachments%2Caps%2C130&sr=8-15&ufe=app_do%3Aamzn1.fos.f5122f16-c3e8-4386-bf32-63e904010ad0 3. Sample of universal attachments [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/Traditional-Machine-Machines-Attachments-Masturbation/dp/B07MGNQ2FT/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1LCFL3DTIGETJ&keywords=fuck+machine+attachments&qid=1671276961&sprefix=fuck+machine+attachments%2Caps%2C130&sr=8-1&ufe=app_do%3Aamzn1.fos.006c50ae-5d4c-4777-9bc0-4513d670b6bc A couple of practical things i'd consider are: Size. Not of the dildo. Most machines will have the option of interchangeable dildos (see links above). Again, most use repurposed items. In this case, i've seen fast attachments used for compressor air tools used for that function. There's two basic designs, as seen in the links above, with multitude variations on those designs. Those that look like repurposed reciprocating saws, and then those that look like they were designed to fuck from the get go. i discovered size matters for a few reasons. Some are hand held, so those have the positioning and stability of the person holding the machine. If not, the machine will have to be positioned somewhere to get between your legs and into your ass. Sounds basic, but it really isn't. The weight and versatility of a live body fucking will never compare to a stationary machine. The legs and wires all have o go somewhere and be accommodated. Are you on a bed? The bed is not a stable surface to be placing a machine on and the weigh of the machine is never going to equal the weight of the guy getting fucked. Keep in mind, your attached to the machine via your asshole lol, unless there is someone else controlling the machine, the guy getting fucked is usually gonna be the 'dom' just by virtue of him weighing more. Bottom line there is, try to imagine how and where you will use it, then try to be practical about it. Will it really work that way or is it just a fantasy that will be hard or impossible to accomplish in reality. Again, if we're talking using this solo, it's a machine you'll have to place and adapt your body to vs it actually adapting to and fucking you. Essentially, your topping and riding the machine.

Totally made up story My friend has the cutest boyfriend. He's a little smaller than my friend and me. I can't lie. I do wanna drill him. But he's my friend's boyfriend and I would never do that. It's kinda awkward around him. I try not to look so uncomfortable, but I can't help it. There's something about him that makes me so hard. When he hangs out with us, I always feel weird about it. I try not to look at him, and sometimes I feel in the corner of my eye he's looking at me. But I come to my senses later and chalk it up to my imagination. We were all hanging out recently at some bar when we started chatting. It was one of those situations. We were all in a large group in the bar, but then all of a sudden everyone else either moved or we weren't involved in the conversation going on in front of us. It was awkward. And then he asked me a strange question: are you poz? Huh? I said. "What kind of question that?" He was immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just thought.." I wasn't offended or anything, a little defensive but laughed it off a little. "I don't get it, why are you asking?" "Well, I dunno. I mean Shane says you like to fuck raw." Okay so sure. Yes, I do tell my friend Shane that I like to fuck raw, and all the nasty sex I've had. My friend is a little more tame than me, sometimes a little judgemental but whatever. Me: Damn he told you that? What else did you tell you?? Him: You have quite the reputation lol. Me: I do??? Like what?? Him: Yeah. I mean you know he tells me all the shit you do. The bath houses, the sleazy motels, cumdumps. Me: Damn. I mean I guess I expected him to keep it to himself. Him: I think it's sexy. Me: You do? Him: Yeah, I mean it's always nice to have cum deep in my ass. Me: Hot. But why did you ask me if I was poz? Him: Lol. Well uhmm. I don't know if I should tell you. Me: What? He looked around for a second to make sure his boyfriend, my friend, wasn't around. He turned to the side a little, wearing his jean, he pulled them down slightly, to reveal the top of his jock strap. Immediately my dick was hard and throbbing. Him: I mean, it's always nice to have poz loads inside me. Me: Damn. My dick was even harder now. A little bit of precum started to ooze out of my dick. Him: What? lol. I mean I'm a neg4poz cumdump bottom. That's when we started to make out. He abruptly stopped, looked around and said "We gotta be careful." Me: My dick is hard, I gotta drill your ass. Him: Yeah, I know where to go. Little did I know that the back bathrooms in the bar was a hook up spot, well when the dance floor was closed. Usually before 7 or 8. He went first and told me to go back there in about 5 minutes, not to raise any suspicion. I stood there waiting, but then found myself in conversation again with my other friends. "Ill be right back, " I said and told them I needed to pee. I started to walk towards the back, past the a curtain, another bar area that was closed and then to the back bathroom. When I walked in, I couldn't believe. Beyond my expectations. A huge fuck fest. One guy crouched down sucking another guy off. A guy bent over the sink getting fucked. In the two stalls you could see 4 feet in all of them with moaning and guys getting fuck. My friends boyfriend was up against a urinal getting fucked by a daddy in his 50's. He was moaning and looked at me and said "hey baby! I'm so sorry. I hope you don't mind waiting." We started to make out while he was gettng fucked and he started rubbing my cock and tried to unbotton my jeans, but I went ahead and helped him. He pulled my cock out and started rubbing it all while we were making out. I asked him "you gonna put it in your mouth" and he nodded and said "yes daddy." "oh fuck me!" he said to the daddy fucking him, massaged his head a little then repositioned himself so that he could bend over while getting fucked while sucking my dick. "Look at me, cmon. Look at me when you suck me." "yes daddy," he replied. The daddy fucking my boyfriend's friend started to cum and my friend's boyfriend said "yes daddy, cum in me daddy. Fuck yeah," . The daddy zipped up, my friend's boyfriend stood up right, totally naked except for his sneakers, sox, and jock. He walked back to the urinal and I pulled up behind him and started to put my dick inside of him. It wasn't too hard, his ass wasn't tight and it was flooded with cum. "OOOH" he said and I got my dick in deep. It felt so good being inside his sloppy hole. Started slow then faster and faster. He moan "fuck me daddy, fuck me" I fucked him hard and harder, it was so slippery and wet but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "yes daddy, cum for me daddy". He pushed his body as close to mine as possible I came in the deepest I could inside of him. I slowly pulled out and he turned around and kissed me. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. We stopped and looked at me and said "we can't tell Shane, about this, okay?" "Yeah no problem here" I started to walk out of the bathroom and asked him if was leaving too. "Nah, I'm gonna stay and take some more loads." From my understanding my friend had suspected his boyfriend was doing some risky stuff. Their relationship was open. From what I gathered, my friend and him stopped having sex anyways. Me and this guy kept fucking around after that. Anytime we saw each other we always seemed to find a place to hide and fuck. He always found a way to rub my cock when we were always hanging out without anyone noticing. In the end, he did end up becoming poz. I'm not sure what it was, but it made me even more attracted to him. I guess I fell in love with him, and at one point asked if he'd ever be with me. But as crazy as it sounds, his bond with my friend was too strong and he ended up rejecting me. I was pretty hurt by it, and I dunno everything between us cooled down. In the end, the awkwardness started back up again and it was almost like we were back to where we started, me avoiding him. He never stopped getting fucked by random guys of course, and created a big reputation himself as being the neighborhood slut. My friend even confided in my that his boyfriend had become addicted to bath houses. I kinda felt bad that I was fucking his boyfriend behind his back, but I mean I was just one out of the hundreds of guys who were.

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Ive always had daddy issues. Love me some older guys. Bald heads, goatees, clad in leather. Sexy as fuck.

This daddy who fucked me at his hotel like a month ago is in town. I came accross his profile on Grindr and immediately texted him. No answer. After some hours I texted Patrick, my new faggot friend who got to suck the daddy, too. He didn t know the guy was back. We started jocking about which one of us will service this daddy big cock first. The next day he replied "still locked, slut?" I quickly answered yes, which was true and he asked if I could come over. Of course, I said. Same hotel, different floor. He invited me in his room without much words. He was wearing an elegant suit and ordered me to get naked as soon as he closed the door. He was like inspecting me, touched my chest, my stomach, made me spread my legs a little bit more. He touched my hole with his fingers and I was finding the whole situation very hot when he said : "you should work out some more". Without giving me the time to answer he ordered me to get on the bed and lay on my back. He opened my legs a bit and started fingering my pussy. His fingers would go from my pussy to my mouth for me to make them wet. He was asking me questions : why the cage ? How long without cumming ? Do you want to be a girl ? Aren t you ashamed ? ... Without sometimes even waiting for an answer. I couldn t answer anyway as he was making me go crazy, out of breath. It was so good ! He kept telling me to keep my hands away, threatening me to stop if I wouldnt. I ended putting my hands under my back, totally at his mercy, panting like a girl, almost convulsing in pleasure. He was touching my cage sometimes, playing with my nub. I almost fainted once or twice it was so unexpected and so intense. And suddenly it happened !!! - Wwwooooh ! Look at this ! - he said laughing Before i looked i felt like I was peeing, and I saw I was like squirting, very liquid. He rubbed me some more wetting his hand and then bringing it to my mouth saying lick it, taste it, dont make a mess. That s when cum started to come out of the cage! I was blind! Ashamed, relieved, surprised, dizzy, all at once. Relieved but yet asking for more, wanting more, needing more. He kept taking the cum with his fingers and putting it into my mouth. I remember wanting to kiss him, to be held against him, I was in love with him, it was so good. - That was good, boy. You re a good boy. Get on the floor now. I couldn t move, I was out of breath, on another level, gone. - On the floor now ! He yelled breaking my transe and I slowly went out of the bed to the floor, on my knees, still shaking. He had unziped his trousers and was standing next to me his erected fat cock pointing towards me. I gave him the blow job you give to the man you re in love with, nice, slow, deep, massaging the dick with your throat, kissing thr tip, licking, its length. He told me I should keep my cage on from now on, always, and that he wanted me to train more, to get a fatter ass. I was mumbling yes any time I could. He fucked my ass. Then my mouth. Then my ass again. God he is good ! Everytime I ve had the occasion I tried to get closer to him, against his chest, into his arms. I wanted him to hold me. But we were not on the same mindset. He was just fucking. I even tried to kiss him twice but he avoided me. The second time he dit it by pulling my hair, coming out of my pussy and pushing his dick deep in my throat to cum. He told me again I was a good boy. From the bathroom he told me to keep the cage, he likes it. I said I would, that I almost wear it everyday anyway. He insisted he wanted me to pump more iron. You need more ass and thighs. I said I would. - count me in if you want to hang out another time, i said - sounds nice. We will. But don t expect me to make you cum anymore. That was a one shot, he smiled. - hope you liked it. - I did and it will always be the way you want it to be. You re in charge.

How was your feeling during such anal? Did you fight back? Did you fell pleasure or just pain? I was fucked that way first time when I was 15. I meet with 28 top for blowjob but the abuse me are raped 2 times. 20cm, no lub or spit.

Food play can be fun and erotic. A couple quick details to keep in mind are: you may want to be a little more meticulous on douching, otherwise your food may get a little more "chunky" than expected. Also, it's best to steer away from anything that is very hot or very spicy as this could irritate the anal lining. Beyond that, it's pretty much up to your imagination as to what you use. Some examples of things I've had in my ass or eaten from an ass are: Bananas. Grapes (feel like little anal beads when you pop them out of your hole). Oatmeal (this is sometimes used by diaper fetishists who want to poop themselves but without the smell and mess. Also good to use to be able to fuck a full hole. Also a part of a good nutritious breakfast). Hot dogs, and sausages. Pasta, with sauce and meatballs. Chocolate candy. Marshmallows (Don't do this one. They melt immediately and turn into a sticky mess. I mean seriously, don't do it.) I never got around to trying it but wanted to try doing a stew. I think that would be fun with the different chunks of meat and veggies, and the drippy gravy. And finally, pumpkin pie with a little whipped cream on top. For inserting stuff, if it's got a bit of form like a hot dog, it can be pushed directly into the hole. If your food is already sort of soft or mushy, you can use a speculum to dilate the anus, or use a pastry bag to squeeze your food into the rectum. The pastry bag is the method I used. Hope that gives you some ideas. Have fun. And, as Julia Child would say: "Bon Appetit!"

Chapter 2 He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “. The Kid stayed later than normal and went to the restroom. No one was there so he did his business and stared to go out to collect his jacket and leave when the guy that grabbed his ass earlier came in and pushed him against the wall. He kissed the Kid and for the first time the Kid the Kid responded, and this time it was without that help of drugs in his system. This caught the Kid off guard and he didn’t know what to do except respond the guy’s advances. He kissed the guy back an da rush ran thru his entire body. His cock stared to get hard again. The guy was pressing against the Kid, pinning him against the wall and he felt the Kid’s cock stirring. He said “ I always wondered if you were gay like me “. He moved one oof his legs between the Kid’s couch and lifted up so that his thigh was pressing on the Kid’s groin. The Kid gasped and then moaned at the unexpected pressure. He started rocking his hips to get more of this great feeling. The Guy moved his leg away and asked the Kid “ do you have anything in you right now” ? The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant and said “ I don’t know “. The guy looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ Nope, not yet anyway. You look stone sober “. The guy pushed the Kid down and told him to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out. The Kid hesitated and the guy pushed him down by the shoulders. The guy said “ You best get busy unless you want everyone to know what a sick fuck you are “. The Kid got the guys pants down and discover he was going camo. He Licked and stared sucking on the guy’s cock. It was a normal size but it was leaking precum very heavily. The Kid was doing his best on the guys cock, it was getting very hard and he hoped he would shoot soon. He didn’t like the taste of his cock or precum but he wanted this over soon. The Guy said “ Hey Kid “. With the cock still in his mouth he looked up and saw that the guy had his phone out and took a pic of him sucking on a cock. He stopped for a minute and the guy said “ This is to make sure you serve me when ever me or my buddies want some head or ass “. The Kid was shocked, was this not soon to be over, but he was going to eventually be passed around like a piece of meat. The guy grabbed the back of the Kid’s head and pushed his cock all the way in the Kid\s watering mouth. He said “ Get back to work, I’m not done with your mouth yet “. He started bobbing his head on the guy’s cock, trying his best get his to shoot. The Guy told him to lick his nuts and the Kid started licking his salty tasting balls and sucking on his sack. The Guy said “ Jesus, I knew you were going to be fun, but not this fun “. He followed with “ Someone took the time to teach you right “. The guy said we don’t have time but the next time we are together I am going to see if you Rim the as good as you suck. The Kid had a hold of the Guy’s butt cheeks and tried to work a finger in the guy ass, hoping it would trigger this guy’s orgasm. The Guy reached down and pulled the Kid’s hand back and said “ You’re not getting off that easy “. The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”.

54 yo enthusiastic cocksucker, cumpig and sometimes bottom. I love sucking cock, especially through the gloryhole and I absolutely LOVE tasting and swallowing cum as well as receiving messy facials. When I bottom, I always take it bareback and I love an audience when I'm being used. I really like how my ass feels after it has been stretched and bred. I love being naked and staying in a bookstore or bathhouse for hours and getting as many loads as possible. This pig also loves verbal abuse and humiliation.

It's never crossed my mind, but now you've said it, it sounds absolutely fucking amazing and am desperate to shoot my cum up a lads nose and make him snort it, and to snort some delicious cock juice myself. Happy to try one load up each nostril too 🍆🍆💦💦 👃 👃

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

met my polite trucker FB. He got me in his cab, and signaled for me to wait. HE came back 5 minutes later with his buddy (who has fucked me before) and signalled that he wanted a three-way. They got me on all fours and took turns spit roasting me. I was in hog heaven. They were so ENTHUSIASTIC. The all of a sudden, the buddy pulls out a bandana and wants to blindfold me. Went along with it. In short order he had me riding his cock He stopped and I could feel Mr. Polite trying to push his cock in as well. That was awfully advanced for him, but what the hell. What really surprised me was that I could hear them kissing. I really enjoyed it but what turned me most on as they were really into it . Seems liked that was their way of having sex together. They kept fucking me until they came and didn't pull out until they both went soft. Mr. Polite looked a bit sheepish and said "Thank you" as usual Kind of sweet, them showing their love for each other by using me as their cum dump

When we got back to the lodge it was almost time for dinner. Immediately I got a huge hug from behind from an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. H dragged me off to catch up. I saw Jeff chatting with some guys, but he got lost in the crowd. We all sat at a huge long table for dinner. I saw Jeff halfway down from me. He caught my eye and winked and put his finger to his lips. That fuck was our little secret, I guessed. After dinner we naturally split up into groups of friends who mostly already knew each other. I ended up playing cards for a while. I kept an eye out for Jeff. I saw him across the room having a hushed but heated conversation with one of the guys we saw from the cabin he fucked me in. This guy was tall and gangly with bright red hair and glasses. After a bit, Jeff stormed off with a big frown on his face. A little later I ended up sitting around a fire outside. There is nothing like a crackling fire on a summer evening. I was sitting alone on a bench when all of a sudden Jeff came over and asked if he could sit beside me. He sat down and reached for my hand to shake it. He introduced himself, so it seemed we really were keeping our time before a secret. I played along. There was the usual conversation, jokes, and gossip. He leaned in close and spoke very quietly in my ear. His breath in my ear made me pop a boner again. He was telling me about the guy he had the fight with in the lodge. His name was Hank. Jeff asked how you get someone to mind his own business, and I told him I had no idea. His hand had been resting on my back, but he slid it down so the tips of his fingers were pushing into the back of my shorts. He was driving me crazy. I had no interest in all the drama, but his breath, his touch, and just his closeness to me was driving me wild. I was squirming a bit. He turned to look at the fire and engage some of the other guys sitting around. His middle finger went lower and lower down my crack. I could not concentrate on anything but Jeff. His finger was only about an inch from my hole when a few other guys came over, including Hank. Jeff stopped moving his finger. Hank glared at him, and then looked at me. I think he was trying to figure out who I was and why Jeff was sitting so close. Jeff asked me if I had a flashlight. I told him I did, an he said, "Good. I need to go pee and I don't want to walk into any poison ivy. Come with me." The other guys were chuckling about his poison ivy comment as we walked away from the fire. We got far enough away so that no one could see us. "Turn off that thing," Jeff said, so I switched off the flashlight. He put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. He said, "Here's the thing- What happened between you and me before is private, OK? Hank does not need to know anything about it. I hope that's cool with you." "Of course it is. Besides, I never get fucked and tell," I said with a quiet laugh. He said, "Good. I knew I liked you," and kissed me again. He put his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear again. I found that very sexy. "I'm so glad I met you, Connor. I have been feeling very alone these days." He then noticed my hard dick that was pressing against him. He grabbed my ass and ground his cock against mine. "You didn't get off, did you. Let's fix that." All of a sudden he fell to his knees and roughly opened my shorts to expose my hard-on. He swallowed it all the way at once. I cried out. He pulled off my cock and hushed me, then got to sucking and licking me like crazy. I was already close to cumming, and he could tell. He reached back and started to finger my hole. It was slightly tender from the rough fuck he had given me earlier, but I loved it. I started to moan quietly as he finger fucked me and my orgasm built up. He had pulled his dick out of his pants and was stroking himself as he sucked me. I grunted and filled his mouth with my cum. He took it all in his mouth without swallowing. When I stopped shooting, he stood up and spit my load into his hand. He took that handful of cum and coated his cock while he turned me around . "I have another load for that tight ass, baby!" That was all the warning I got. He plunged his cock into my ass and started to fuck me like crazy. His hands were all over me- up under my shirt, down to my cock and balls, and finally holding on the my hips. "Fuck!" he hissed as he thrust forward deep into me. He came buried in me like that, panting and biting the back of my neck. Wow! Two loads from this hot guy in one day! This was unbelievable. I had never really been one into this kind of spur of the moment sex with someone I didn't really know. And I had never played raw like this. There was a quiet voice way back in my mind telling me I was being stupid, but I was enjoying it more than I would have imagined. That quiet voice was quickly and easily drowned out by all the other voices in my mind shouting out "Yes! Fuck me! Seed me! Make me yours!" He finished unloading into me. He was breathing very heavy and so was I. He said, "Wow! That was hot! I haven't had sex like that in a while." Then he chuckled and said, "You know, I was always more of a bottom. I love sucking and getting fucked. But lately I think I'm turning into a top. I just have to spread my seed." "Well, you can spread it in me anytime you want, Jeff." He held my face and kissed me deeply. I could taste the remnants of my own cum on his tongue. "You can have my seed- all you want- if you really want it. You really want it, I can tell, don't you?" "Yes Jeff, I want it all." We kissed again. He helped me find where my flashlight dropped. "I need some sleep, Connor. I'm going to bed. You coming?" "Yeah, I'm exhausted. Let's go." We walked to our cabin. More guys had bunked in there with us, and a few of them were there hanging out and quietly chatting. I got undressed and slipped into my sleeping bag. I was drifting off to a very satisfied sleep as Jeff leaned down with another whisper in my ear- "Goodnight buddy, see you in the morning." More to cum...