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Laying out with Steve Part 2 previous... An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim...did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came! Steve and I soon fell asleep. What a wonderful nights sleep I had while laying in his bed, the warmth, the occasional caress and being able to rest my hand on that gorgeous cock anytime I wanted, the best. I woke briefly very early in the morning, with that feeling of Steve's leaking cock between my ass cheeks...and my ass being spread open by Steve's hand. I knew he wanted in me again, and I whispered "fuck me baby, please". Steve placed his leaking cock head against my hole and pushed in. My ass was more than ready for him now, with two of loads in me already. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I didn't want to wake you Tim, but I need to cum again, I want you to have my poz cum in you forever". He was fucking me faster now, know it was turning him on to think about spraying his seed in me once again. I reached behind me and placed my fingers along his bare shaft, "yes sir, cum in me, please cum deep in me". That was all it took for Steve to lose control. He pushed in as far as he could and I felt his cock stiffen and pulse inside of me. So many shots of his hot poz cum. we panted for a long time, him rubbing my body and telling me how hot I was and how much he loved fucking me. We were soon falling asleep again, but this time with him still in my ass. I never felt him get out of bed, but when I woke around 8am, Steve was already up, showered and gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter: Tim! What happened last night? I loved every moment of it and so glad the day, and night, went the way it did. I truly hope you are not having second thoughts or regrets today. I would love to talk to you more about last night and how you are feeling today. Please call anytime. I will be back later if you want to stick around, had to run some errands. Steve PS. I am having a pool party next weekend with a few friends, please think about coming, I would love to have you here. I read the note a second time and started to daydream about what had actually happened. From laying out to Steve cumming in me three times. While my head was all over the place with thoughts, my cock was reacting for sure. how could it not. Steve is everything I had fantasized about for so long. I needed to talk to him. I called later that evening and had a great talk with him. We talked about what my options were, but he definitely has his opinion. I absolutely loved his outlook on poz/neg sex (and love). Eventually this moved into very explicit topics, but we tried to stay away from all out masturbating on the phone! After hanging up with Steve I felt better and wasn't going to worry about things right then and there. As I got ready for bed, I logged on to BBRT once again to send Steve a quick note, but he had beaten me to it. I opened the message from Steve that basically said, "my cock is aching to breed you again Tim". That is all it took to send my cock to full hardness! I quickly wrote back, thank you dad, I fucking love your cock, and sent it. I think my choice was becoming clearer to me. I didn't want to stop Steve fucking me, at all. The week went by slowly, more slow than usual it seemed as I had already decided to go to Steve's pool party the coming weekend. Steve asked about it and I finally relented. While the party was intended to be 'clothing optional', I thought I should start in something tiny and a little see through. I chose a male see through thong bikini I found online. I tried it on as soon as it arrived. I put it on in the bathroom so I could see the results. It was incredible, but barely held my cock and balls, especially if I started to get hard. I also wanted to see it on while wearing my black rubber cock ring. I took the bikini off, but had to wait for my cock to settle down before putting on my cock ring. Once on, I modeled the bikini again, fucking nice. I had to wear this to Steve's. Soon enough Saturday arrived, it was a long week at work and without masturbating all week, and talking to Steve several times about party planning and attendees, I was leaking often. My balls were so full. I drove over to Steve's house early to help get ready for the party. I wore the bikini, and cock ring, under some loose shorts and a tshirt. I knocked on Steve's door but was let in within a minute, he must have been waiting. I immediately went to Steve and gave him a big hug, he kissed me and held my ass in his hands. I could feel him getting hard against me, loved that feeling. Steve let me go and had me step back so he could look me up and down. It is then I noticed his soiled shorts and now semi hard cock pushing against the thin fabric. His shorts were wet in several spots from his heavy precum. "Tim you look so good, is that what you are wearing today?". "Nope", I said as I pulled down my shorts to reveal the thong bikini. I did a quick turn around for Steve. "Fuck boy, you look so fucking good". Steve pulled me back to him so his hardening cock, held back by his shorts, was pushing on my bare ass cheeks. I could now feel the wetness of his precum soaked shorts on my ass. "Do we have to wait baby, I need to fuck you so bad", Steve asked. I reached behind me and gripped his big cock, "yes sir, we must wait. Some time today, I will be ass up on your bed waiting!" Steve patted my now hard cock through my bikini and said, "I can't wait". Steve and I hurriedly prepared his house for the party. Steve asked that I be in charge of drinks and refreshments, making sure his guests were taken care of. No problem here. Before the guests were to arrive, Steve said he was going to get changed into swimwear and suggested I should do the same. I followed Steve to his bedroom. Steve held up a small swimsuit for him and started stripping to change. I peeled off my shorts to reveal my suit to him. I looked at Steve and he was standing naked, cock rising as he stared at me again. "Oh Tim, this is going to be a great day". I crossed the room and rubbed his shiny wet cock head with my finger, and brought it to my mouth while looking him in the eyes. "yes it is sir! See you soon" I said as I left the room. Steve and I were finishing up, making sure there were towels and sunscreen at the ready all around the pool, even 'party' boxes with poppers and lube, but no condoms. Steve said condoms weren't necessary for this party. Guests started arriving shortly before the 'official' pool party time. Steve greeted each guest and occasionally would look for me to meet 'so and so'. A couple of occasions I could see why. One such couple was Chad and Bruce, I could tell immediately. Both were older than I, great physical shape, and wearing netting bikini's that left nothing to the imagination. Both Chad and Bruce were packing big cocks, big and soft so I could only imagine how they were when hard. "Tim this is Chad and Bruce, great friends of mine, so take special care of them" Steve said while laughing. I shook both their hands. Chad said, "great to finally meet you Tim, Steve has talked about you a lot". I looked at Steve with a 'concerned' but not really concerned look. Soon enough, most of the guests had arrived. Looking around at the guests I could tell most were older, in Steve's age range, and some younger. There were only a few 'unattached' guys it appeared, but they were involved in great conversations. Some had already taken their shorts, or swimwear off, and were sunning around the pool or in the pool cooling off. I was busy getting drinks for people, but I definitely got to be privy to some close up cock shots or conversations about sex life! It was fantastic. Every once in a while I would get close to Steve and be a part of his world. He would usually put his arm around me and cup my ass in his hands, which I loved. Soon after that I was in the kitchen, by myself, getting another round of margaritas for a trio when Chad appeared in the kitchen and asked if I needed a hand. I turned around and saw him there, see through bikini still in place but I could see it straining now. Chad's eyes were not on mine, but rather at my waist where he was just staring at my ass. "Thank you, that is sweet, but I think have it, but if you wouldn't mind can you get me three limes?". Chad moved to get the limes and put one in each cup. "Thank you for doing this Tim, and it really is great to finally meet you. Steve has chatted you up all week, so finally nice to put a....face, and ass, to the name. You know Tim, Steve has told us everything, about your weekend last week. I think it is fucking great you to finally go together." "um, everything?" I asked. "yes Tim, everything. I know you are neg and my guy got to breed you three times last weekend", Chad said. I could definitely see his cock start to strain hard against the material. Fuck! This man is hot, I mean Steve is my fantasy confirmed, but this man is hot too, and a huge cock to go with it. Just as I was about to ask Chad what he thought Steve popped in the kitchen. "ahhh, so glad you to have a chance to chat and get to know each other" Steve said as he pushed by us. "I just need to get a couple beers and I will be out of your way". I asked if he needed any help and he said "no, I got it baby, hang here with Chad and get to know him". As he said this, Steve patted me on the bare ass and squeezed my cheek. I saw Chad wink at Steve as he left the kitchen. "Yes Tim, hand with me a moment and get to know me" Chad said. "Steve is so very lucky, Bruce and I both think so. To fall for a neg guy and he to be ok with his status, wow! I love it.". Chad then reached down and pulled his bikini to the side letting his big growing cock fall out. He stroked that massive cock once and said "very lucky, damn". I was mesmerized, but needed to get these drinks out. I told Chad, I need to get these drinks out but love to chat in a bit. I proceeded to squeeze by Chad with my bare ass against him. He reached out and pulled me in tight with a bear hug, his big cock above my ass cheeks...smearing his precum all over. "I will be waiting, how about in the living room". Chad said. I quickly distributed the drinks I had, and had someone even say...what is that on his ass, it looks he brushed up against someone and then some laughing! I just smiled as I went back into the house. Chad was not in the kitchen, but I soon found him sitting in the living room, enjoying a cold drink, and cock covered once again. I got my drink and sat on the couch with him, one leg up and facing him opposite on the couch. Chad drew one leg up and re-positioned to face me. "Now, where were we?" he said. His hand had fallen to his bikini and big cock again. "Ah yes, you and Steve enjoying poz/neg sex. Can I ask, how are you feeling about it now?" Chad said while pulling the cloth back to expose his rapidly growing cock. Now it was my turn, my cock was also very hard and now leaking, after a week of sustaining this was bound to happen. "Sure. Of course I was not fully committed to making anything happen with Steve. I have grown so fond of him as a friend, of course lusted after him in my fantasy world, but didn't think it would happen. Then last weekend....wow. I couldn't refuse, he is so hot and I wanted him in me so bad, everything happened so fast, and so naturally." I was day dreaming remembering Steve fucking me hard from behind the first time. "fuck Chad, I haven't cum all week and now I have to relive that" I laughed. Chad was now slowly stroking his cock. "You know he can poz you right?. I mean I would too, given the chance", Chad said while milking a massive ooze of precum from his big cock. "fuck that is hot Chad, does Bruce know you are in here with me?" I asked. "Yes, he is the one that emboldened me to go chat with you" Chad said while laughing. "fuck Chad" I said again. "I don't think Steve would want anything to happen between us". From behind me I heard Steve say, "I wouldn't bet on that boy.". I whipped around to see Steve there. "All I ask is that you get a picture of the deed being done, and no cumming Tim...that is for me", Steve said while gripping his cock. He turned and left Chad and I alone. "Now boy, put that drink down and suck daddy's cock", Chad said while holding his hard cock in his hand. I put my drink down and got on the floor in front of Chad. I milked his oozing cock and swallowed his precum goodness. I sucked on Chad's cock as best I could, stretching my mouth. when I had Chad's cock slick with precum and spit, he told me to get up and bend over....giving my ass to his tongue. Chad tongue fucked my ass for several minutes, leaving me weak kneed and both of us moaning. Finally he leaned back and said "You need to sit on my cock Tim". I turned and straddled Chad, with his big wet dick sliding between my ass cheeks. he said, "I want to give you my poz seed boy". I looked down and now I finally saw it, a bio haz tattoo right above his cock, faint, but it was there. I moaned and reached around to guide him into my wet ass. Chad's cock head was soaking my ring and he was pushing as I pushed out to ease his cock into me. With a final 'pop' his cock head was in me and I was slowly inching down on that big dick. Chad's hands went to my waist and he slowed my decent on his cock until I had him all the way in me. He let me rest there to get used to his size, which I needed. after a minute, Chad pulled me up the length of his cock and slid me back down again. This continued for several minutes until he picked up the pace of him fucking me! "do you like my cock boy?" he said. all I could do was get short words out in moans. "fuck...love...need....your...cum". "you are going to get all of it baby boy, deep in your pussy". he said and pulled me down on his big dick one last time. I could feel him swell bigger and bigger and then I felt the throbbing of his balls pushing that hot poz cum up this is massive cock to my waiting womb. he was breeding me. my second poz man in a week. what the fuck! 🙂 my cock was oozing between us but I wouldn't dare touch my dick as I would explode. in a minute Chad reached around and pulled his still semi hard cock out of my ass and I could feel his load ooze out of me onto his balls. Then I heard the snapping of pictures. I turned to see Bruce there, cock hard, and phone in hand. "Perfect", Bruce said. Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. more to cum....

I’m going as a star mare for New Years! I arrive a bit early so the owner can breed me, then there’s a special porn star that I will get fucked by and a little rest then the games begin! I’ve been before and it’s a dream. But I’ve never been a star mare. Everyone wants to breed the star(s). Hopefully we can film it. I can’t wait for the owner to fuck me.

I graduated college last week, and the night of graduation I went to a bathhouse as a cumdump. I got fucked by about 10 different guys and got like 6-7 loads deep in my ass.

Chapter 8 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 was giving her. At this point she was starting to sweat also, he thought it was warmer that usual but she was enjoying everything that was happening. While she was using her nails to excite him more she notices that when she dug her nails into his sack he would moan. She was having fun making him squirm and make noises and her mind was going into thoughts that she never had before. It was almost as if someone else was thinking these nasty thoughts. Her conservative background would never permit this an d yet, here she was getting herself excited again thinking of them. It was as if the devil himself was whispering them into her hear. While she was tracing her nails under his sack she wasn’t paying close attention and ran her nails over his puckered hole. He took a giant gasp and since she had he mouth on his cock she was rewarded with a shot of precum. This caught her off guard, she had tasted his before but this time it had a strange tase to it. He was usually quick to shoot but this time he seemed to be locked up and couldn’t quite get to the finish. She remembered how much it surprised her when his finger penetrated her butt and wondered if it would do the same to him. She knew about the male physiology and knew about the prostate an dhow it worked. Her boyfriend had discussed the nerve endings inside the rectum and how it could add to the sexual experience. At the time she thought he was mainly in getting her to let him push his rod in her butt. She had about half his cock in her mouth, she stared teasing his hole the same way he did her earlier. When she pushed the end of her finger into his ass he gasped again and once again she was rewarded with a quick shot of precum which still tasted different, but she swallowed it. she was afraid her nails would be cutting hm but at the same time he seemed to be pushing back on them. She noticed that the inside of his hole seemed to be wet, she figured it was the results of her being on top and squirting out her juices. Little did she know it was the results from his earlier fun with the neighbor that was up his ass. He started bouncing around and she knew that he was getting close. She had almost all her finger up his ass and he was moaning “ More, please, I need more “. She puled her finger out of his ass and pushed two up in him. Her nails were cutting the tender and sensitive hole. When he felt it he moaned loudly. He felt the nails cutting his the inside of his hole and then filling him up. He moaned and said “ Yessss. That’s it “! At this point he was producing a constant stream of precum and piss. She was swallowing it as fast as she could. She noticed his hole milking her fingers and she was caught up in the moment even more. She pulled the two fingers out and then shoved three in. He howled when she did it and he began cuming. She was immersed into the act and didn’t notice his howling. She thought it was in ecstasy not pain.

About a half hour ago, still feeling that shaky high that goes along with a sweet fuck. As usual lately, my beautiful FB. Apparently He was working nearby and had to leave and go back, so He had time and hit me up. He tried the last 2 days, but if i don't get His message right away, He's very spontaneous and ends up doing something else. i actually believe Him when He says i'm the only guy He's fucking? Go figure, i'd be fine if i wasn't, but feel very fortunate to be the male object of His desire (He's Bi). He fucked me 3 times, which is a first. He usually says He cums a couple of times while fucking me, idk, i can't tell because He is a silent cummer and i think He just keeps fucking after He has an orgasm. He's a Young (25) Muscle Guy and has a lot of stamina. Turns out, so do i as a bottom, i didn't wear out despite being pounded pretty hard for over an hour. Advantage of being a bottom my whole life, i'm sure plenty of my brothers here can relate. i'm definitely opened and full of cum, feels like about a gallon, pure bliss. He fucked me 2 times, me face down on my bed (my favorite position, and apparently His too), and once standing, bent over the bed, which was also fucking HOT. Between fucks He showered and asked me if l liked to get sucked. i don't really, i am truly total bottom and, while i have a penis, don't have a 'cock," just not wired to penetrate another guy. But, He's really sweet and He doesn't have a lot of experience with guys i think. He's been watching porn, like any normal guy, and has been wanting to try what He's seen of course. So i let Him suck me. He was actually pretty good at it. He wanted to try several positions. At first He tried getting me hard the way any normal Top would by jerking my penis. i explained i usually get soft from getting fucked. He asked what makes me hard, and i explained a Man wanting to fuck me or use me with His cock gets me hard. He seemed mystified by that, not sure He understood? He sucked me lying on my back, standing with him kneeling, then He wanted to lie on the bed and have me face fuck him. That one didn't last too long, pretty sure he had never done that and i don't think he really got into it, especially the gagging part. He stopped me, got this look in His eyes and said: "i want to fuck you." i have a feeling this is just part of His journey and He's probably all Top.

Yesterday I decided to go back to club Orlando got there about 4 rented the room and waited in 15 min this 25 year old stud comes in He tells me he is married but likes to ass fuck He also says he does not like rubbers he asks would I be fucked bareback by a married guy Sure He lubed his dick and wanted me on my stomach He went right in and bucked me hard for 10 min till he came. He stayed in and got hard again He dropped a second load in me He pulled out and said thanks Never saw him again

I'm 44 and a couple years out of a 21 year ltr with a guy who is now 66. BF before that was older (I was 18 with first bf, no idea how old he was really, but def over 60, and he dead now.) I've only ever been attracted to older guys, 50+ Basically anybody over 50 that's masculine and short haired can prolly fuck me, lol.. ;D Oh, gotta change my profile too, bbrt n a4a name is now geezerpleezer

He is a sweetheart and DOES still live in Canada. He still does guest gigs and in person shows, though I'm not sure how much filming he still does outside of JFF. I filmed him a few times, seeded his hole a few times at different events/in different cities and even had him seed me a couple of times. If you get a chance to play with him, DO. You will enjoy yourself. He will make sure of that. And if you have stamina, he'll shoot load after load after load. It really is incredible.

Yesterday at the sauna I started to think I'd get no action at all. In fact, it wasn't until about three hours or so in before anything happened. I was in the main darkroom, on my knees and arse out for anyone who wanted it, when I felt a finger run up and down my lubed crack. I reached behind me to discover a cock I recognised from previous occasions. It's strange to say but it has quite a distinct shape, it always starts flaccid and has a really nice head to it. Sure enough, once I started lubing it up, it took no time to get hard, but not totally hard (as before). As previously, I helped push the head in, then in he went. The guy's cock is a perfect thickness, but it's also so long I could feel it slide really deep inside. I've never felt anyone go so far up into me. I moaned and begged him for his cum. All of a sudden he pulled out, but then after about 10 seconds he slid back in, at which point I could tell he was emptying his balls inside me. It was a fairly quick fuck this time, but I got what I wanted! After three more seriously good fucks, I took my leave. Only one load, which was a disappointment, but I was gaping by the time I reached the showers.

Chapter 30: Gift Giving The party night had arrived. I was somewhat suprised when my dad said it would actually be somewhat of a conversion party though. After my partner and I discussed it, we agreed it was the power of poz. Although it was an odd concept of fathers pozzing their sons, it was actually a great idea, with love involved, just like my pozzing was. Now my dad loves sex with younger boys, but he also loves doing non sexual things such as the gift exchange. He gathered everyone in the room, and each of the dads had a box to present to their sons. Dad explained that he had to help Santa, and slipped into the bedroom. He reminded the dads not to give the boxes to their sons until instructed to. Once dressed as naughty Santa, he came out with a huge sack over his shoulder. That wasn't the only sack though. He was wearing a tight pair of red velvet underwear with his cock and sack hanging out. Santa began by telling the boys that their dads had a box with a gift inside, but there was more than the physical gift inside the box if they wanted it. He continued by telling the boys they would likely be suprised by what they were about to hear. He continued by saying that he and the dads have discussed it, and that they felt they would be comfortable with it, but if not, they had options to consider. He explained that all of the dads present were undetectable, but have been off their meds for at least three weeks, and likely very toxic. He explained that the dads all agreed that they wanted to give them a life long gift. There were a few that seemed unsure, but one boy blurted out, " Fuck yea!" Santa said he and his dad would be the first to open their gift, and invited him to his chair to sit on Santa's lap. The boy quickly jumped on Santa's lap, and Santa asked him if he had been a good boy this year. He said he thought so as he offered his ass to his dad often throughout the year. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said HIV. The boy said he and his dad had been watching alot of poz porn and it got him excited. The boy giddedly bounced on Santa's lap, and Santa instructed them to head to the bedroom to open their box. Before leaving Santa reached into his sack and retrieved a set of antlers for the boy and said we can already see you are horny from the bulge in your shorts, but in case someone hadn't noticed that, he needed to wear the antlers. The boy and his dad retreated to the bedroom, where the boy stripped. His dad presented the box, and when he opened it, he found a hard bristle brush, and a temporary biohazard tattoo. The dad explained to him he carefully selected the brush as he was certain that he was willing to become poz, especially after they had watched a porn with brushing in it and it was the best sex they ever had. He explained that he would brush his hole before returning to the room, as he was afraid that might frighten some of the other boys. He said that he wouldn't be too aggressive, but after the party, he would brush him until brush was bright red. He continued by saying that by putting the tattoo on his ass, the dads would know he was open to any and all toxic loads. The boy quickly wet the tat, and dad put it on his ass cheek. With that they returned to the room where everyone was watching poz porn. He positioned his son in the sling, and began breeding him. After he unloaded in him, his boy cleaned his cock and Santa said, "Good boy.' Santa said he definitely was, and invited the next son to his lap. After a few minutes, a boy and his dad approached Santa. Dad was giddy that they were the first as this boy was the most willing to be gifted. He was even happier when tye boy told him he wanted Santa to unload his toxic sack in him later. The second boy jumped up on Santa's lap, and Santa asked if he had been a good boy. The boy said no, that he had been taking cock other than his dad's, but mostly fucking other boys. Santa told him to drop his pants, and bend over his knee. When he did, Santa slapped his ass making it bright red. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said simply for his dad to love him. With that, they retreated to the bedroom. His dad presented him with his present which included a shaver and the temporary bio hazard tat. His dad told him that although he enjoyed breeding him, he sensed that he liked it more when he simply sucked him. His dad said that he enjoyed sucking him, but didn't enjoy flossing with his long dark pubes. His son said he had thought about shaving it, and now that he knew how he felt, he would shave for him. The son indicated that he was not comfortable in becoming poz yet though, but wished to stay and play. His dad then said he would put the tat over his cock indicating that he wanted to fuck, but not get fucked. His father added that he was anxious to watch him breed others, as he had no idea he was already doing so. They returned to the main room and the boy got on the bed where his father began shaving him. His dad didn't completely shave him, leaving a sexy patch of pubes. The first son was still in the sling, and invited him to breed him. The boy agreed, and the boy in sling encouraged him to pump his load deepe into his ass. The boy was hung and mounted his bloody hole.

I went to the Canary Islands in the 1990s without a friend, and not being able to speak Spanish. At that time there were few Americans there, but that was one of the reasons I decided to go there. I was, to he honest, naive and to an extent - clueless. I booked an extremely expensive hotel, which included my meals, but the down side was security was very tight. I learned very quickly that the only reason I needed the hotel was to shower, sleep and eat. You stories are much different that what I experienced, but I found the sex there to be excellent. I happened to be in area where there were some upscale shopping, I was just walking around thinking the sex could wait, I will do that after dinner. I was looking in the window of a shop which sold "leather items", not necessity "leather" as we have come to know it. Instead the owner sold handmade leather pants, jackets, all high quality stuff. He motioned for me to come into the store and asked what country I was from, and when I said the US his eyes just lit up. He explained there were not many Americans in Maspalomas in the month of March normally. He asked where I was staying and I told him. After spending about five minutes there, I realized I could not afford a thing. I told him so, he laughed, and said "we can work around that". I wasn't really in the mood to exchange sex for leather clothes, but thinking back maybe I should have. He asked if I would like to come to his place in the evening for some fun. Again, somewhat naively. I agreed. I took a cab over, and when I arrived he had actually made dinner. I began to think that was a date, not a hookup. I was wrong. I asked when he was from originally, and he said Lybia. He went and got his passport to prove to me, and also explained life as a gay men in his home country was difficult. As I went to put the dishes in the sink, he came up behind me with his dick sticking straight out of his shorts and tried to bend me over the counter to fuck me. I quickly flipped about got him to lay on a chaise lounge and he actually thought he was going to put that huge cock in without lube. Fortunately I had come prepared, and he looked at the lube like he rarely was used to using it. I explained he was just too big and I needed to use it if he was going to fuck me. He came three times that first night. Now here is where I got a little dicey. The next day I had laid out by the pool and when I walked by the front desk the women were kind of laughing, it seems he had sent flowers. They thought this was hysterical, and also he had left several messages. I relented and called him back and this time he asked if I was just bring an over night bag and stay with him. This guy was gorgeous, and maybe this is not the more politically correct thing to say, but the fact he was from Lybia remained in mind. Like he would eventually end up hurting me. He had beautiful condo, and the sex was non-stop. I returned to the hotel the next day and already the women at the desk were laughing. More FLOWERS! (Who does that?) They said he had called over half a dozen times. So when I finally reached him, I thanked him for the good times, but the flowers, calls were becoming an embarrassment. So he had a better idea, just check out of the hotel (which I had already paid for) and stay with him. He said we could hang out at his shop during the day, have lunch there, he would make us dinner, and then we could fuck all night. I was I believe 25 when I went, I don't recall ever having that much intense sex with one individual who seemed so interested in me. Finally I had to tell him no, which bought more problems. He ended up hanging out in the hotel lobby waiting for me to come in. I am for having great sex with someone I've developed chemistry with. However, I was on vacation, I was in my 20s and frankly I wanted to really sample all of what Maspalomas had to offer. I wanted to go the beach during the day and then go out at night and look for some new adventures. He was adamantly against that, even inquiring if I could delay my return to the US. No not happening. Making a long story shot, security had to tell him he couldn't sit in the lobby and wait for me all day and night. I felt bad doing it, but I had no choice. Canary Islands will always be a special memory for me, I just wish it was nearly as adventurous as what @bareback-flipflop. had experienced. My story isn't nearly as sex-filled (though I had a lot with him) but the Canary Islands proved to be some adventure.

————————————— The Boy had pledged his life to The Daddy, and The Daddy was pleased. He said nothing for a time, but simply embraced the boy more fully, slowly leaning back into the large couch in the middle of the room. Once relaxed, The Daddy held the boy against his chest. "Then my first order is to simply relax and inhale. Relax your mind, breathe out your stress and fears, and breathe in my scent. Let it become the first step toward your transformation. Let the scent of my body into your soul" The Daddy spoke as the boy obeyed. He wanted desperately to throw himself at the coal black body before him, to engage in the raw primal sex he deeply longed for. Yet, he withheld, reminding himself of the many things they had discussed, what was to be expected. The boy relaxed and breathed and obeyed. Minutes began to tick by, The Daddy caressing the head of the boy as he watched him breath in his scent. Each breath came slower than the one before as the tang of sweat and musk on his body had the desired effect. After several minutes The Daddy could see how the face of the boy had become relaxed, with a glazed and slightly intoxicated look. He smiled and knew it was time. "You are a good boy, and Daddy is pleased, now it is time to please me more. To take the next step. show me that I am more than a would be lover. Worship me, worship the body you desire and embrace our approaching communion." He said as a look of hunger filled his eyes. The boy needed no further prompting as he leaned forward and kissed the Daddies chest and large thumb sized nipples. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly black and vein covered form. The boy's soft fingers cupped and felt every inch of the Daddies chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's intoxicating musk, and he inhaled the scent loving it more with each moment. Eventually, the boy moved over to The Daddy's arms, thin in appearance, they still felt taught and firm with muscle and fitness. The boy began kissing the veiny biceps and licking every surface of the skin as the scent drove him to greater passions. Already his young cock lay erect and leaking precum. The clear fluid dripping down his own balls and legs, ignored for now as he continued his worship of the thin yet stir firm muscles of his ebony Daddy. Deciding to move things along, The Daddy smiles upon his boy and, lifting up his arm, guides the boy's face into his sweaty pits. Here the level of ripe oder reaches a new level, and the boy is soon lost in a new fog of desire. The smell in The Daddy's pits is thick, concentrated in short, yet wiry matted hair. It has an almost oily substance to it as the boy soon finds himself suckeling upon it, hungry for more that The Daddy is eager to give. The Daddy says nothing, but slowly lowers his arm, trapping the boy within. Not fully cutting off his air, yet limiting it enough to know that the boy will soon grow even more intoxicated and subservient. Indeed, it is soon that the boy feels his mind become hazy and fogged. He thinks only of his eventual submission to his Daddy, to worshiping him, to the eventual union that he knows will endanger his young life, yet his desire for the act grows more and more. The minutes tick by as darkness creeps into the edges of the boy's vision, for a moment he fears he may black out before The Daddy at last lets him free. Gasping for air, the boy opens his sweat soaked eyes and looks upon The Daddy, his face proud and full of lust. He leans forward, kissing the boy, tasking his sweat as well as his dominance over his soon to be son. "God Boy, you smell of my sweat, and you are marked with my scent. Your next task is to worship that which you are here for. The tool of your transformation and rebirth." The Daddy says as he gently guides the Boy downwards towards his great ebony phallus. Until now, the Cock was hidden from view by a thin spedo, encrusted with sweat, piss and seed from countless fuckings. Now, The Daddy snaps it off, showing it at last to the boy in all its glory. To the boy who has seen it only in pictures, it is better than he could have imagined. Hanging like a resting yet lethal serpent, the coal black cock throbs with veins that spread outwards into the coarse pubic hair covered crotch of The Daddy. As though his virus infused member was leeching the life from the rest of The Daddies aging body, which in a way it was. The shaft was perhaps only half hard, throbbing yet not fully erect. The head was still fully covered by a long drooping foreskin that slowly leaked the milky toxic discharge of the Daddies precum.

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.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

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 went to a naked mens party in a private home on Saturday night. They have them about eight times a year. On the way out, I was dressed waiting for my #1 and boy to get dressed too. So I sat on the three seat sofa next to two naked guys watching porn on the TV and stroking. People are walking back and forth, coming and going. The guy next to me had a big metal cock ring and a decent sized dick, which was rock hard. I started feeling up his balls, tight in their ball sac. ”Your balls are greasy,” I said, tickling them while he stroked. And in no time he groans. Spurt after spurt . . . globs of white cum . . .all over his hand, all over his dick, dripping onto his torso. “FUCK! Look how hot that is,” I say looking at the cummy mess he made, and I scoop up a gob and eat it. Sweet. “Thanks,” he says to me, “Not bad for 82 huh?”

I got the holy grail I reckon. I slept in my dads bed both naked from 3-17. By (can I say ages here???) I started playing with his long cock. I loved putting it in my mouth. He tried to discourage me but gave in. He molested me and taught me how to suck his dick. And he started sucking mine. When I was __ my uncle found out and raped me. It was awful but three weeks later I was begging him for his cock. He taught me how to get fucked. Two months later my dad started fucking me. I loved it. When I was __ and my brother __, they had us fuck each other. And we still fuck. Dad only fucks me. My uncle is a huge pervert and has three boys… My brother and I look alike so we’ve gone on gay cruises and stuff and fuck in public. Guys go nuts to fuck with brothers.

I actually get very tired of hearing this, as though all choices are equally valid and have no effect on anyone but the chooser. That’s just bullshit. This legislator may make his own choice to villainize sex, but he’s also going to take that conviction and make it the law of the land so that everybody has to live as he sees fit. If a man chooses to believe that people of color are inferior and uses racist language according to that choice, is that also just fine? Of course it’s not fine. If a man decides homosexuality is unnatural and an affront to God, is it just fine for him to make that choice? No, it isn’t, because in one way or another, subtly or overtly, he’s going to act on that conviction at some point, and what he does will be wrong. If his son comes out as gay and he chooses to send his son to conversion therapy, is it just fine for him to choose that for his son? No, it isn’t, because his actions will likely cause harm to his son. If a man decides he wants to smoke while standing at a gas pump, is it just fine for him to make that choice? No, it isn’t, because he runs the risk of destroying life and property. I could do this all day, because there’s no end to the examples of ways some personal choices are not fine, and can’t simply be accepted because it’s “their personal choice.”

I’ve always thought that Gran Canaria is to Europe what Ft. Lauderdale and Palm Springs are to North America. The climate is pleasant all year round, it’s totally set up for tourists (it is part of Spain, after all, and the Spanish are very good at the whole tourist thing), and you get to meet guys from literally every corner of Europe. It’s true that you don’t come across many Americans there, and that’s understandable as they have their own gay meccas, but if anyone from the US is planning a European sexcation, I would certainly recommend adding it to their itinerary!

Brett flopped down on the couch looking out at the gray mist coming in off the Bay. From this side of the couch on a clear day you could just make out the top of the Golden Gate bridge over the houses slopping down towards the water. Something about this spot felt so perfectly San Francisco to Brett. It was his favorite place in the whole house. There sitting in the bay window Market Street trenched out below, Castro just a few blocks off to the left. There was nothing that felt more like home to him. Alright, almost nothing, without Nick the house felt a little empty. A big black cat jumped onto the back of the couch and let out a little meow, interrupting Brett’s thoughts. “It is not time for you to eat yet.” Brett said playfully, and brushed his hand along the cat’s soft fur. He received a gentle bump from the little animal’s head, before it leapt off the couch and padded quietly out of the room. He lay back into the couch again, and stretched his arms above his head. He still hadn’t showered after the gym and the smell of his sweat wafted off his bushy pits. That little bolt of electricity that always accompanied the scent of a sweaty man shot down to Brett’s crotch, and his cock gave a throb in his gym shorts. Fuck, he thought, I miss Nick. Were his husband here he would have gone and found him, probably working in his office upstairs, and flopped his cock out of his shorts right next to his husband’s mouth. A hot wet blow job was exactly what he needed after a workout. His load pulsing down Nick’s throat as those big beautiful eyes looked up at him. Brett’s cock throbbed again, and his felt his husband’s absence just a little bit more. This wasn’t abnormal for them though; any time apart longer than a week and they both started to get a little melancholy. Independent and adventurous as they were, they had been together for decades and neither really enjoyed being away from the other for too long. Thought, thought Brett, I’m sure young Luke is keeping Nick occupied. His cock throbbed once more. Brett fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled open his texts with Nick. He sent a good morning text, and then opened the photo log between them. He clicked on the first video. The face of a young man, not wildly dissimilar from Nick in his early twenties, appeared on the screen. His face was contorted in what could either be pleasure or pain. The video started and Luke let out a groan of pleasure, his face twisted up and his eyes rolled back. He looked beautiful, a young buck in heat. The camera panned down, showing Luke’s hairy chest heaving with quick breaths. His pink nipples stood out amongst the swirl of brown hair. Then lower still to a tight stomach, and a wide treasure trail that turned into a full and ample bush. He wondered if Luke had always kept his pubes long like that or if it was all part of his wish to be part of gay life in the 70s. Back then neither he nor Nick had ever trimmed, they just let everything grow naturally. They both still liked to keep quite a bit of bush, but they kept it a little tidier now. In the video Luke’s hard, thick cock bounced with the force of the fucking he was receiving. Precum smeared across his stomach, matting the hair down. He let out a low groan, as the camera finally panned down further revealing the broad shaft of Nick’s cock sliding in and out of the boy’s hairy hole. The boy’s lips clung to the sides of Nick’s dick as he pulled out, and then slammed back in. “Fuck me! Breed my hole!” Luke begged. “Your ass feels so good. I can feel my cum in you, lubing up my dick!” “Fucking fill me up!” The video ended, the last frame was Luke’s face once more this time a clear image of bliss plastered across it. Luke looked so much like Nick had it was uncanny. Brett padded back across the front room to a set of large built in bookshelves that framed the archway into the next room. Down towards the bottom, next to a battered looking cardboard box labeled “photos to sort” stood a series of photo albums. He pulled one out, brown leather with a cracked spine, and a faded marker label reading “1979-1980” A smile spread across his face instantly. There on the first page was Nick, just as he had looked at the start of their relationship. He sat, in just a pair of small white athletic shorts, his chest bare. His brown hair grew in an unruly mop, and fell playfully across his forehead. Long sideburns stretched down his square jawline. All across his chest grew thick dark hair, that turned into a broad treasure trail which vanished into the waistband of his shorts. His legs were spread and his bulge was obvious even in the old photo. “Nick’s first night in San Francisco” read the caption. Brett ran a finger over the photo. He remembered taking it. He had moved to San Francisco first. They both had tried to pretend that there wasn’t much to their relationship, that they were friends with benefits. Nick was so new to gay life too that Brett hadn’t wanted to hold him back, he wanted Nick to get the freedom he had enjoyed. It wasn’t long before they realized what a mistake that was, and Nick packed up his life in New York and joined Brett in San Francisco just a few months later. Nick had barely been in the door before Brett had ripped his clothes off that first night. After months apart, he couldn’t control himself. He’d toss Nicks bags aside and pulled him close. Their mouths pressed together so tight it was as if neither of them needed to breath. Hands roamed over finding familiar places on each other’s bodies. They had tumbled through the apartment and into the room they would come to share. In his frenzy Brett pulled Nick’s shirt too hard and instead of taking it up off over his man’s head, he had torn it down the front. That seemed to spur Nick on even more. He had dragged Brett’s shirt off and nuzzled himself deep into Brett’s chest. His fingers played in the swirls of hair. His hands quickly slid down to grab at Nick’s crotch. He squeezed and pulled at the swelling meet barely trapped inside his shorts. Nick couldn’t wait any longer. He fell to his knees taking Brett’s shorts with him. He pulled the pouch of Brett’s white jock off to the side and let his cock spring free. So much had changed since the first time Nick had come face to face with Brett’s cock. For almost three years they had been fucking regularly, and beyond that Nick had taken to the slutty gay life style in New York like a fish to water. An image flashed of Nick at the Per for the first time though Brett’s mind. He was naked, on all fours, one man’s cock down his throat, another up his ass, while Brett railed another men next to him. Brett grabbed Nick’s head and pushed his cock down his boyfriend’s throat. It felt like coming home. All of the men, all of the slutty adventures, none of it felt quite as good as the connection the two of them had. They both felt it. Nick devoured Brett’s cock like a man in the desert finally finding water. He swallowed and slurped, with a need he’d never experienced before. It would have been easy for Brett to cum down Nick’s throat right then, but that’s not what either of them needed. He hauled Nick to his feet and threw him back on the bed. Nick’s legs instantly flew up, exposing his winking hole. Brett thought again of the first time they had fucked. Nick’s hole had been tight and virginal, it had quivered as he started to tongue it. Now the hole that winked back at him was experienced, and willing. He flicked his tongue across it and saw it bloom for him. Nick was no novice any more, he knew how to take cock and he liked it. Brett spat right into Nick’s hole and pressed inside of him. The warmth of Nick’s guts greeted him with familiarity. It was like Nick’s hole was made for his cock and the two of them sighed in relief at being joined again. This was no passionate love making, that would come later. This was animalistic, fueled by need and lust. Brett hammered Nick mercilessly. Almost immediate they were both sweating profusely. Nick was whimpering and moaning with each thrust, and Brett let out a rough grunt as he hammered in again and again. Brett grabbed Nicks rock hard and leaking dick and stroked it as he fucked Nick’s hole. Climax built quickly for both of them. Their breathing was wild and erratic. Nick was begging Brett to fuck him, to reclaim his ass, to make him Brett’s again. Brett was panting, he let out a roar, and slammed fully inside of Nick. His balls tightened to his body, and volley after volley of cum erupted out of his swollen cock into Nick’s warm guts. That was it for Nick as well. His cock twitched and pulsed in Brett’s hand and then long thick ropes of cum shot into the air spattering all over his hairy, sweat slicked, chest. They panted and Brett collapsed down onto Nick’s body. Brett’s mind returned to the present, his cock had made a big wet spot in his shorts. He set the album aside to look at more later, and moved off to finally take a shower, and a new thought resolved in his head. He needed to book a flight.

Some good news… The Independent did an article on the bills that Sen. Mike Lee introduced… https://apple.news/AHdJq7h95TsONTKaKe3T8ew For starters the article clarifies that he introduced two bills (not one). SCREEN is about age verification, and the other is about redefining obscenity. The article does a good job of explaining each, in context (which I won't rehash here). Then it goes on… So this means that some adult industry people who were predicting that the bills could see significant support from both parties are most likely wrong. Luckily no one seems to like this guy. And if they don't like him, they probably can't be bothered to get his bills out of committee or vote for them. 🤞

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I love going to bathhouses- but haven’t been to one in years-used to travel for work and would hit up the local ones for some after work fun- I was in a relationship at the time and that made it more fun, fucking around. I loved getting as much dick as possible every time I went and had some crazy scenes. once I was getting fucked in the sling with a small group watching , waiting for their turn- one cock in my ass, one in my mouth- any guy wearing a condom - I’d pull it off- then I’d get fucked raw. In that small group was a co- worker who I always thought was a stud- hairy fucker - blew his 9 inch cock deep inside me then shoved it down my throat- it was pretty funny seeing him the next day in the office fun times

*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his bed. June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.

Curious to hear if there are better ways to host anon pump and dump at a hotel. When I host one, I don't post hotel or room number at all. I ask the tops to text me when they are at the parking lot for room number so I can be ready and leave the door unlocked for them to walk in. Since I am blindfolded and have no one to look out for me, I want to be safe. This could also minimize the number of flakes. Does this discourage tops to even bother? I had tops asking me for room number right away. As soon as I told them to text me when they were at the hotel, they just stopped responding. I certainly could understand their concern of making all the way to the hotel for nothing. So my questions are - For tops - do you prefer to get all the details and just proceed without any hassels? For bottoms hosting - do you get more loads when all details are shared? How does an unlocked door work when the bottom is blindfolded, especially at a motel when the room is open to the parking lot? Any way to make it safer without a friend present? Thanks for sharing.

"Worship," was the Daddies only command, and the boy gladly obeyed, lavishing that glorious ebony cock with sloppy kisses and licks, worshipping it with his entire being as he inhaled the rich pungent odors and fumes coming from under the hood. He worked his way down the shaft with reverence before burying his face in his daddy's huge sack. His balls had to be at least the size of eggs if not larger, and the boy found his daddy's musk to be just as potent down here, with the bonus smell of sex, piss, and old cum permeating the already wonderful scent. The Daddy reached down, his thin boney fingers curling in the boy's lush hair, Holding him in place as the boy breathed deeply. As with the musk of his pits, The Daddy wanted the boy's mind to become imprinted with the musk of his crotch. Mintues ticked by as the boy gently lciekd each egg, kissed the wrinkled sack, and occasionally slipped his tongue into the course, wire like pubes of the Daddies crotch. All the while, the Daddies aged yet prominent ebony cock grew ever thicker and firmer. Slowly the long lapping folds of foreskin begin to peel back as the pointed head emerges, in time revealing both a rare treasure and a new scent to the boy. The corona under the flaring head was encrusted with rich flakes of aged cock cheese, the fumes from the Daddies smegma soon reached the boy as he was guided up towards the treasure. The Daddy smiled as he watched the boy react to his bountiful crop, knowing it was the first time the Boy would have sampled such a treat, the first of so many new experiences he would share. "Well boy? Will you not sample my bounty? I know it is a strong taste, but you should learn to be grateful for my offering." The Daddy said, his hand caressing the boy's face, looking at the expression of wonderment. The boy seemed shy, yet would not disappoint his Daddy. "Of course my Daddy, I, I do not wish to rush this, like you, I want to savor this, I have fantasized of this for so long, but would not think I would experience it." The boy said before finally starting his task. Gently he leaned in and began to lick away the layers of aged cum and piss from deep in the Daddies folds of foreskin. The Daddy was indeed proud of this moment, others that had boasted of their desire for his cheese had balked or pulled away when faced with it. Here was a boy that once again proved himself worthy of his legacy. All too soon, the Daddies potent coal black member was clean, as the Boy slurped and savored its many flavors, the layers of tort cream had been fully consumed save for some flecks on the Boys face. The Daddy looked upon the boy and smiled with pride. “Boy, you should know that already, you have proven yourself where many others have failed. I can tell that already your mind and body are starting to change, starting to become infused with my essence and my desires. As the night goes on, the old you shall melt away bit by bit until you are reborn. Once again you must let me know this is your choice to continue." The Daddy said as the two locked eyes. The boy could feel the truth of what The Daddy said, his head was foggy and drunk on the fumes and scent of The Daddy, and it did feel like he was changing, a part of him accepting a new world and a new life. Already he hungered for more of what he had breathed, inhaled, and tasted. "Yes Daddy, I knew from the moment I walked through the door that my life would change because of you, and I want it. Even if my old life is gone forever, I will be happy with the new life you give to me." He said, a dreamy, blissed out look on his face. The Daddy smiled at his approval.

I repeat my comment from earlier in the thread: sometimes a wink/oink/nod/growl/woof is just a general compliment, nothing more, and expecting/demanding it to mean more is a fool's errand.

I have always LOVED incest. I learned how to suck cock, deepthroat and get fucked like a pro by spending so much time sucking off my older brother and older cousin, I learned how to be a pussyboy and a whore from my uncle and I have never enjoyed sucking anyones cock more than my fathers. Getting fucked by my father and having him watch me get gangbanged raw by a bunch of anonymous strangers in a bathhouse is my hottest experience ever.

Inevitable. I picked something up from from one years ago. You roll the dice, take the antibiotics and just keep moving forward.

I think it's the prerogative of the site's owner, not random relatively new members, to decide what is "necessary" and what is "unnecessary". And I suspect the site's owner has also determined what sorts of deterrents are intended or not.

For me, everything depends on the set-up. In the fuckjoints, there's only Hole needing Cock, and Cock needing Hole - there's no need for much communication about this or that. I think of it as the lowest common denominator. The base-line from which we all either progress or remain static. There are all kinds of variety in male/male sex, and that's great. I learned very early on to respect and try my best to live up to the Leather Ethic*, and life as a Leatherman (in gear or out of it) has proven - for me - to be a most positive, uplifting and honorable way to structure my life. These days, that has faded - at least as I learned years ago - but the foundations remain. Even in the backrooms, that foundation of behaving in a certain way remains to this day. Thus, I can use my Cock in the most brutal way, assuming that kind of fuck has been previously negotiated, or I can make sweet, tender, beautiful love with it, or a little of this, a little of that. The point is, we're not just one dimensional. We're human beings, reflecting all kinds of emotions, mental processes, behaviors, Lusts, and that's completely appropriate. What isn't appropriate, is a Top/Dom forcing a guy to do X act without any previous negotiation. Neither is it appropriate for a bottom to expect X without communicating that act to the Top in a respectful and honest way. From the lowest common denominator to the most elevated Mating, without the respect for the other guy, we give up the opportunity for something special, and merely rut in each other - which is pervectly fine in and of itself. In the fuckjoints, when guys are lined up, Holes in the air inviting loads, it's clear what is anticipated, which is completely and enticingly appropriate. For anything more specialized, communication is required. We can't simply assume that whatever we want is going to be what the other guy wants. *which, in a nutshell, is: Always respect the other guy. Never be dishonest with the other guy. Conduct ourselves with integrity, and never harm the other guy without a very clear definition of what that "harm" entails. There's a lot more to it, but that's the foundational position.

im a 63 year old total bareback bottom and ill never stop taking anonymous loads deep in my ass and i do love getting bred by older guys and poz guys to

I finally admitted to myself about 10 years ago that I am gay, but didn't actually meet up with a guy for sex until about 3 years ago, when I was fucked for the first time -- he went in with a condom the first time, but later he asked if he could go bare -- he had shown me his testing-- and I agreed, but he said he never came inside of anyone. The summer before last, I was chatting with another guy on-line, and we got on very well. He asked if he could come up for the night (it was about 9 pm at that point), and I said sure. He arrived about mid-night (gps led him astray), and we chatted a bit more and then went to bed. We got into it, kissing, sucking, and rimming -- at one point he was rimming my ass and I was enjoying it immensely; he stopped and asked if he could fuck me (he had shown me his testing from that week) and I said yes. He entered and was giving me a good ride. Eventually, he asked if he could cum in me, and again (given the testing), I agreed. I was curious to see if I could feel his cock pulsing and shooting -- I couldn't, but I did feel a nice warmth spreading through my ass as he unloaded in me. It was a wonderful first experience, and I really appreciated his consideration for me and asking.

Hot and having a black man is just An added delight.

Did you ever get any good recommendations for rape tourism? I would be curious to know if there are cultures that are particularly known for forceful sex. And would you be willing to pay for the privilege? South Africa is infamous, but as far as I know, the victims are mostly female locals. I have heard multiple stories of wealthy Arabs traveling to poor countries to brutalize young prostitutes, but those practices don't necessarily generalize to the culture at large or to older male victims.

Two tops give a nice working over to a handsome young built twink. The kid is really hot and the more he is abused, the hotter he gets. Love it ! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/rfc-demotion-day-xhFVcH0

Once I apparently became a DILF I'm having so much fun with the virile younger guys 😉

PART 2: Massage Time While driving home all I could think about was Robert, his cock, and his invitation. My mind was racing with thoughts of tasting that cock, holding it in my hands again, and possibly having it inside of me. My mind drifted back to that tattoo, 'he is poz' I kept saying, but that didn't ease the strain on my cock, which was hard most of the ride home. When I arrived home I quickly got on my computer and emailed Robert telling him how great it was to meet him today and that if he ever needed help with his computer, please let me know. I wanted Robert to know I was interested without seeming too eager. I stripped down to be naked and sat back at my computer, I now had to browse some black cock on the internet. Within minutes I had a response from Robert. Dear Tim, It was great to meet you too. I felt as though in our brief time we had an immediate connection and I thought about you the entire drive home, mostly good thoughts! <wink>. Thank you for your offer for computer help, as I mentioned mine is always giving me fits so you are more than welcome to help me with these constant pains. ha. Please let me know when you can come over and check it out, tonight is good if you have time. Like I said, I can pay with a great massage that I am sure you would enjoy. Hope to hear from you soon. Robert My heart lept, and my cock started getting hard! I immediately responded to Robert letting him know I could drop by around 7pm if that was ok. Of course he said sure and sent his address. I had to start getting ready and prep myself further for going to visit Robert. After showering and cleaning out my ass once again I dressed in some loose fitting shorts and a tshirt Nothing too constricting as I am sure I would be semi hard most of the time visiting my new friend. I drove the twenty minutes to Robert's house which was located in a nice peaceful residential neighborhood, very cute. I knocked on Robert's front door a few times and turned around to look at the neighborhood again. I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Robert standing in the door way with a big smile on his face, "Tim, great to see you!". Robert was dressed in a white wife beater shirt and thin white bicycle shorts that didn't leave anything to the imagination. "Please come in". I walked in and felt the calmness in his house. Soft music was playing, the fragrance was soothing, and it was very clean. I like all of that a lot. "I was just going to have a glass of chardonnay, care to join me?", Robert asked. "Yes please, thank you". Robert walked to the kitchen and I followed. Robert already had two wine glasses out, pretty much knew I would like a glass, and poured from a chilled bottle on the counter. Robert handed me a glass and thanked me again for coming, "oh, I should show you my computer". I said "sure". Robert led the way on the first floor to what seemed like this office. Robert pulled the chair out for me and said, "let me know what you think"? Robert was standing next to me now as I took a seat, knowing that gorgeous big black cock was right next to me was exhilarating. First thing I noticed on the screen was a web browser open to what looked like Robert's barebackrt.com profile, sneaky devil. Immediately I noticed all of his naked pics and some private naked pics. I wanted to read through every detail and consume it all, but I quickly looked over all the pictures and asked, "um, what are you having problems with"? I turned to look up at Robert while asking, but my eyes never got past his cock that was growing and straining behind the thin white fabric. oh fuck! Robert slowly rubbed his long cock one time and then said "sometimes when I watch videos on here they don't play any sound, and what is the fun of not having fucking sounds while watching fucking videos?" and laughed. "can you show me an example?" I asked "sure". He took the mouse and opened another browser that was on youporn.com, to a video that was all ready to go, a black man fucking a white ass bareback. Robert pushed the play button and I just started at the scene, that made now sound, so he was right. "It is so fucking hot, but I want to hear the sound of him fucking his bottom". Now I was so hard and no hiding my cock either. I fumbled for the mouse, letting my hand linger on his until I took control and started doing what I remembered to get the sound to play. I figured out the problem pretty quick and immediately we heard the sounds of these two men fucking. It was sooooo hot. You could hear the top black man sliding his raw cock in and out, the wetness of their fucking, and the bottoms moaning and begging for all of his top's big black cock. wow! After about thirty seconds of that, Robert quickly paused the video and said "whoa, I better save that for later" and laughed. "Thank you for fixing that Tim, it has really been bothering me. Now, are you ready for that massage I owe you?". "I would love that!". There was just no hiding our hard cocks now, so we just ignored the obvious! haha Robert led me to the basement where he had his studio setup. There were pictures of nude men, artistically done, hanging on the walls. The soft music was here as well, but there were candles burning now in what felt like a zen type garden. "You can undress in that room Tim, leave your underwear on if you like. When you are done come on out and we can get started". I disappeared into the small changing room that had a mirror on one wall, a chair for changing, and a small stand for my clothes. Well, little did Robert know I didn't wear underwear to his house. Thankfully my hard on subsided as I got ready to leave the changing room. When I opened the door I found Robert there, next to his massage table, wearing just a short robe. Wow, he was a fast changer. He placed a towel down for me to lay on and then looked up. "oh nice, full nude, much better anyway". "I didn't wear under my shorts so I hope that is ok" "Oh yes Tim, I think that is the best way to get started. Please lay down on your stomach and I will begin." I got up on the warm table and laid down on my stomach with my face in the hole cutout. Robert patted my ass cheek lightly, "perfect Tim". I could hear him squirting oil into his hand and then I felt his warm hands on me. At first I was very anxious for Robert to just go for playing with my hole, but that subsided quickly as this expert took over really giving me a great massage, my shoulder and back felt wonderful and at times I almost dozed off. With more oil applied right above my ass cheeks, Robert took the time to start slowly rubbing his hands over my ass and then slowly kneading each cheek. Of course his hands were not small so my hole started getting plenty of attention. The pleasure my ass started receiving was incredible and soon my hips were matching his kneading hands and I was moaning softly. I felt Robert's hands leave my ass and he asked, "Tim do you mind if I take my robe off, it is getting a little warm in here?. I turned my head towards Robert and answered "please do". I could already see the huge tend in his short robe. I had to watch him slowly take his robe off revealing that massive cock that was now hard and leaking. once his robe was on a chair, Robert lubed up my ass some more and got close to the table, the tip of his cock brushing my leg and ass. I let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure I was receiving. "you have a hot ass baby" Robert said has is finger brushed over my hole again, but this time it stopped right on my ring....and slowly entered me! Not just lightly this time like the beach, but rather pushing in past his first knuckle. Spreading my ass apart with his other hand. "fucking hot baby, you sucked my finger right in". With his free hand, Robert took my hand and guided it towards his big cock. I started slowly stroking him as he finger fucked my ass. I lifted my head from the table again and turn my face towards my sexy new friend. I stared at his cock and opened my mouth. Robert got the hint and guided his cock to my mouth. I could barely fit him in at first, but that salty goodness of his precum was what I really needed to taste. Robert pulled his finger out of my ass and smacked my ass a little rougher this time, he was now moaning and leaking more. "Tim I really want to be inside of you, please". I took my mouth off of his cock and said "I want you bad baby, please fuck me". Robert stepped away from the table behind me where I couldn't see. I heard a drawer slide open and close. He was next to me again, positioning me on my back with my legs at the end of the table. I watched him move between my legs his cock bouncing and leaking like crazy. Without asking me, Robert reached over and opened a condom, taking it out and sliding it on his meaty black cock. I saw him then get lube and applied some to my ass and hole and then his condom covered cock! He put the lube down, lifted my legs, and pulled me closer to the end of the table. I could see Robert's cock start to soften a little bit. I asked, "are you ok? is everything ok? We don't need to fuck Robert, It is just a turn on to be around you". "oh baby, it isn't that. I am sorry. I have been poz for a while now and don't really use condoms anymore. so using them always takes me a while to get used to and realized not everyone wants to go without." I sat up and put my hands on his chest...rubbing his sexy chest hair. "Robert, it is ok, I do understand, once you get used to fucking raw, how could you want to go back?". with that said I reached down and pulled the condom off his cock, tossing it aside on the floor. I grabbed his big cock and said "since the moment I saw you I wanted to feel your heat in my cunt. Can you do that?" I could feel his cock hardening in my hand, like magic. "Tim, are you sure? I am poz and I believe you are neg." My legs were still up on his arms and I tried to guide his big cock to my hole, let the precum soaked tip touch my hole, "please be gentle baby" is all I said! Robert kissed me deeply and I let my arms reach around his neck. The next thing I felt was his cock head pushing into my tight ring! oh fuck!! that feeling of him stretching me open, wow! I reached down to feel his rock hard bare cock entering me! Robert stopped after a few inches, letting me get used to his size. "Tim you are so tight, I fucking love it". I leaned into Robert, "give me your cock baby". Robert had both of his hands on my hips and my legs up over his arms...he slid out about an inch and then started sliding in more. I could feel his precum was adding to the lube as I got wetter and wetter. I was moaning loudly now, "give me your big cock baby, fuck me good". Robert then pulled out almost all the way and slid back in, one full long motion. "push out on your ass when I slide in baby, I want to get all of my cock in your tight cunt" I did exactly what this sexy fucker said, I pushed out slightly when he slid in again and he went further than any man ever had, so deep. Robert looked me in the eyes, "I want to put my cum in you that deep Tim, but only if you want it too. I can pull out and shoot on you, that is very sexy and I would love to see that". My hand went to Robert's ass and pulled him into me, so deep, "please cum in me, deep, Robert". Robert just moaned and pulled out again, to slide back in. I knew that got him..he couldn't control his fucking any longer. Sliding in and out, my ass getting wetter and wetter, prepping for his hot cum load. I just kept talking nasty to him between my loud moans. "Fuck me Robert, cum deep in my ass, please breed me baby. breed my neg ass deep". I could feel him swelling, bigger and bigger I thought he would tear my ass a little. By this point my cock was so hard I couldn't hold back anymore, without touching my cock I started shooting my hot load all over he and I. Robert grunted hard and shoved all the way in as his thick veined cock unloaded all of his poz cum deep in my neg ass. so many throbs and jets of hot cum, I couldn't even believe how long he came! After about five minutes of Robert deep in me throbbing, he slowly pulled out and now I know what all of those men felt like, my ass felt so empty after his massive cock. my hole must have been open as it felt like my insides were exposed to the world. Robert looked down at my hole and said "fuck Tim, that is so sexy. your hole is still open wanting my big cock". He was so right! I wanted more and more, but was afraid to tell him that.

Thank you sir! maybe there should be a follow up one day!!

How many other loads did you receive? 🔥

He turned around, pushed his shorts down and bent over, his cummy hole winking at the mustachioed man. Already hard the man wasted no time. He walked into the stall, closed the door and slid his cock into Luke’s hole. “Have fun kid,” Dallas called as he went back out into the bar. Luke groaned as another cock slid deep inside him. The new man was not as thick as Dallas had been but his cock was long and it pushed past Luke’s second hole. They both let out a long appreciative groan and then the man started to buck in and out of Luke’s ass. Once more the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom. Luke’s panting and groaning was clearly audible threw the door. Even more audible was the mustachioed man saying “Fuck yeah slut, take my fucking cock. I’m going to breed your hole.” Luke thought about Nick and the pier. Having already sucked Brett’s cock publicly and was about to suck four more. He thought about the freedom Nick described. With this strangers cock deep inside his ass, another strangers load sloshing around the invading cock, he felt like he was reclaiming a part of that freedom. The sexual heat that pervaded Nick’s writings now drove Luke’s own sexuality. He needed to feel that freedom and that heat. He needed to get as close to that moment as a he could. As the mustachioed man growled and started to unload inside him Luke felt like he was there. For a brief moment as another stranger filled him with cum Luke felt the massive amount of time between his present and Nick’s past contract. In his mind he was there, in the 1970s before all the fear and turmoil of the coming crisis, a sexual paradise. The older man kissed the back of Luke’s neck and pulled out his cock. He smacked it a few times on Luke’s butt cheeks and then he pulled his pants up and left Luke still bent over the toilet. Luke waited for a moment, and then stood up again. His back was stiff. He pulled up his shorts, pushed his hair back off of his forehead, and then walked out of the bathroom. Anyone standing close to the bathroom door knew exactly what had just happened, and anyone who had been paying attention had a pretty good idea. Luke walked proudly over to the bar, and sat down again. The bartender grinned at him, and handed him another beer. “This one’s on the house,” he said. “Oh, um thanks.” “It’s not often a guy your age come into this bar, takes two loads in the bathroom, and then sits back down at the bar like nothing happened.” “Maybe nothing did happen,” Luke said cheekily. “That seems unlikely.” “Why is that?” “Well from the little bit I heard through the door… I’m certain you’re sitting there with two loads in your ass right now.” “Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong.” “How’s that?” “Your count assumes I didn’t have at least one load in my ass before I came here.” “Give me your phone kid.” Luke pulled out his phone and handed it to the bartender. “That’s my number, and I sent myself a text. Next time you’re looking for some raw daddy dick text me.” “What time are you done with work tonight?” “Eleven.” “Text me, we’ll see if we can meet up.” “Even after getting fucked twice in the bathroom you’re still horny?” “You have no idea.” With that Luke finished his beer and left, heading back up to the hotel.

I am now a total cumdump. It becomes a way of life and I’m constantly craving cum. I don’t care who supplies it. I know I’m not settled unless I have a hot load in. It feels like you are providing a service for those wanting to unload. And sometimes it’s more of an unload rather than a fuck. Guys just want to insert their dicks and get off. Even that feels horny on a very different level. I now know my place and recently had my cunt tattooed to prove it… CUMDUMP CUMSLUT. Loving my place N in life!

Chapter 10 Dr.Poz. Both the waiter and my partner took me to the doctor. He was an older grey Haired gentleman. He wasn't physically built, and his face was somewhat sunken in. After being introduced, he suggested that the waiter and my partner go into the next exam room and have some fun, as he knew they both enjoyed having their legs up in the exam table stirrups. The Dr took me into the exam room, and told me he knew of my situation and was here to answer any questions that I might have. In addition he would also give me an exam. The doctor started by saying that choosing to become poz is a major decision. He continued by saying that many, like him, were not given the choice, and simply stealthed by someone. He continued by saying that he was stealthed in the same fuckternity that I was in and added that there were several current undetectable brothers there, and at least one that refuses to go on meds. RInteresting as I'd taken loads from every guy in the fuckternity, and most of them multiple times! I told the Dr that my partner answered most of my questions but I had one that I was afraid to ask him. What is it really like to live being poz? He said that was a great question and I was the first to ever ask it. He said that most guys he saw were there to go on prep, but understood that I had already pretty much made up my mind on becoming poz. I indicated that I had and that my partner also showed his commitment by flushing his meds last night. He said he knew I was a pig, and that it was likely to happen eventually. He continued by saying that i was presented with a unique situation. He continued by saying that becoming poz can be both a good and bad experience. He started with the bad by saying he had lost his partner to Aids. He said that it was his partners choice to avoid meds to prevent that from happening, and he respected that. I asked what about him. He said that he too resisted meds for quite some time, as it was his desire to become full blown. He then took off his shirt to show me how his body had become wasted. He explained that many younger poz guys were gym rats and were on prep and keeping their bodies in top shape. He explained that they would often take med holidays, similar to what my partner had suggested. He continued by saying that there was also a good side to it. I asked how so? He said in some cases, like mine, it created a closer bond with their partner. He continued by saying that he had spoken with him, and assured me that he told him that he would love me regardless of my final decision. I then asked what it was like after becoming poz? The Dr stated that he wasn't sure what I meant, but would try and answer. He said that many guys made the decision to chase HIV, and offer their asses to every and anyone who would take it. He said chasing cumdumps never asked a guys status and would take any and all the cum they could hoping they woukd become infected. He said he didn't consider me a chaser, just a random cumdump. Not someone who was chasing HIV, but someone who knew he would eventually get it. I told the Dr that he started to hit the nail on the head, but what happens to the chasers once they poz? He explained that the chase never ends. Some guys wanted different strains, and some even chased becoming full blown. He stated that if i continued to want to see him, it was on the condition that i never become full blown. He continued by saying that i had a long life to live, but AIDS would shorten that significantly. With that, he suggested that he get naked and begin the exam. Although I thought it was odd that he wanted to get naked, I agreed. Next Chapter: The Exam

August 13th, 1977 Waking up in Mac’s bed is still a new experience but I like it, almost more importantly Brett like’s it. It turns him on knowing I’ve been with someone else. He always rips my clothes off as soon as I get home and has me tell him about my night. Mac and I had been out to the bars last night with a couple of his friends and Brett had been at work late. We’d had a good time, mostly staying at Julius drinking. Slowly guys coupled off. There had been no promise of sex in Mac’s invitation but when he looked at his friends making out with random guys he turned to me and said, “I cant wait to breed your sweet hole again.” I was instantly hard. I’m still a little in shock if I’m honest. How did I go from not understanding my own sexuality to having two men want to fuck me regularly? Obviously, I went home with him. We tumbled into his apartment in the small hours very drunk, and were naked before we got in the bed. Mac clearly been serious about not being able to wait because he just dove right into my hole with his tongue and started to push me open. His eating me out was absolutely only in service of getting me warmed up for his cock though. As soon as he thought I was close to prepped, he spat on my hole and stuffed his cock in. It was rough, hot and brutal. He pounded me with one leg on the floor, one leg next to me on the bed driving his cock deep inside with every stroke. Brett had fucked me like this a few times, animalistic, needing to just blow his load. I dont mind, I like being fucked like that. I like being used. When Mac finally roared and locked his cock into me to pump his load into my guts I let out a long sigh. We fell asleep in a heap of naked sweaty bodies with his soft cock nestled between my cheeks. After a month of waking up to Brett’s cock pressing into me in the morning I’m pretty use to the feeling of a warm cock pushing on my hole to wake me up. I ground by ass back on Mac as I came out of sleep to feel his morning wood. He didn’t say anything, just put one hand on my hips and lined up his cock. His lips grazed the back of my neck and his cock slid inside of me. We both groaned, his load from the last night more than enough lube to make it a smooth easy fuck. Deeper and deeper he slid, my body opened from him almost instantly. Mac slowly ground another load into me. His hips pressed tight to my body as his cock pumped deep inside my hole. My ass felt wet at I walked home, a feeling I’m becoming quite familiar with. Honestly… I like it. It feels kinky and slutty. Like I have this secret that no one on the street knows as I walk by them. They have no idea that another man’s semen is floating around inside my guts. It was already ungodly hot by the time I got home and climbed the steps into our apartment. I was sweating and felt like I must stink of last night’s booze and sex. Brett greeted me at the door in just a jock. He kissed me deeply and slid his hands down the back of my shorts. His fingers quickly finding my slick hole. I moaned into his mouth as he fingered me. He pulled a finger out of my ass slowly and then brought it to my lips. I paused. This was new, yet it seemed, even in the movement, and obvious progression. I opened my mouth and licked the mixture of cum and ass juice from his finger. My cock throbbed in my shorts, leaking more precum into the pouch of my straining jock. “You like that don’t you.” Brett said with a mischievous grin on his face. “Yeah…I guess I do,” I said a little sheepishly. “Don’t be ashamed. You like getting fucked, and you like cum.” “Yeah.” I was smiling now. “Is this Mac’s big load I feel inside you.” “Two actually, one from last night and one from this morning.” “Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, “I love it.” “Me too.” He kissed me again, holding me close to his warm body. His hands were back down my shorts, fingers probing my hole again. “I’ve got a thought,” Brett said. “What’s that?” “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up inside. Let’s go over to the piers.” “The piers?” “Yeah, on the west side, past the West Side Highway.” “There’s nothing over there. Isn’t it just and abandoned ship yard?” He kissed me again, “That’s what you think.” “How far have you gotten,” Nick said, walking into the room toweling himself off after a shower. Luke was laying on the couch in Nick’s hotel room, naked except for a white bike jock, with one knee bent propping Nick’s old journal up. The younger man looked up from the book grinning, “You’re about to go to the pier for the first time.” “What do you know about the pier?” “Nothing.” “Well then, don’t let me stop you from finding out.” Nick tossed his towel off to the side and rummaged in his suitcase for some underpants. He had just pulled on a pair of tight white briefs when he felt hands on his back. He turned and Luke was there, his young body pressed tight against Nick’s. The boy’s obvious erection was pressing hard through the fabric of his jock and into Nick’s leg. Nick grabbed Luke’s ass with one hand, and with the other tipped his chin up. He kissed Luke softly on the lips and dragged his finger against Luke’s hole. The boy felt used and wet between his cheeks. No wonder, Nick had already put two loads in Luke that morning, not to mention the ones last night. It had been like that since they had first fucked. Luke making excuses so as to not go home to his parents, and spending every night at his uncle’s hotel. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. No sooner would the door close behind Luke each night then they would be ripping each other’s clothes off. Luke would fall to his knees, or jump on the bed, begging Nick to use one hole or the other. It seemed like Luke had been constantly full of Nick’s cum for a week now. They both knew it was coming to an end soon though. Nick was only in town for a few more days and then he would be back with Brett in San Francisco. Then Luke would leave town too and go back to college a few weeks after that. They didn’t want to think about that though. They wanted to stay in their lustful bliss. Luke pushed forward, and Nick lost his balance falling back onto the bed. Luke took the opportunity to pull the briefs Nick had just put on back off again. Nick laughed, “I have to get ready, I’m supposed to meet your father in an hour.” “I know, but…” “One more for the road?” “Yes.” “Fuck. I’m going to meet my brother smelling like sex from fucking his son… this is fucked up.” Nick said, his eyes never leaving Luke’s face. Though he voiced the [banned word] they were breaking, neither one of them cared any more. All concern had fallen away after their first kiss, now it was just passion and fun. “What he doesn’t know…” “Shut the fuck up and get me hard then.” “Yes sir,” Luke grinned cheekily and swallowed Nick’s semi hard cock in one easy move. Nick groaned, as he began to swell in Luke’s mouth. Luke’s shoulder muscles flexed as he neck bounced up and down. This was one of Nick’s favorite views. The 21 year old’s trim body was on perfect display as he worked Nick’s thick cock. He could savor his strong back, his well formed chest, the thick light brown hair that grew there, when Luke came up for air he got a perfect view down to Luke’s straining and often leaking cock too. It didn’t take long for Nick to get hard again. Despite being more than 30 years older than Luke he had the virility of a much younger man. He and Brett often joked that their continued stamina was from frequent practice. “If you never stop fucking like a 20 year old, you never start fucking like a 50 year old.” He hooked his hands under Luke’s armpits and dragged him up on the bad. Luke shifted himself so he was straddling Nick’s body and sat back. They had fucked so often that Luke’s body no longer put up any resistance. Not that he was loose, just comfortable. Nick slid inside of Luke’s warm, wet, cummy hole with ease and the two of them let out a sigh of relief. Luke without prompting began to ride his uncle’s throbbing cock and bent forward to kiss Nick. The wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed, Nick thrusting up into Luke’s hole. They were both moaning lightly as they slowly fucked. Nick’s hands ran along Luke’s back tracing the now familiar ridges and valleys of his spine down to his hips. He gripped Luke and started to buck a little harder. The boy groaned into their kiss before breaking it and sitting back fully on Nick’s cock. Nick too the opportunity to use his superior strength to throw their center of gravity off, knocking Luke to the side. In one clean swift movement he had inverted their positions, and Luke was now flat on his back still stuffed full of Nick’s hard dick. Luke’s eyes rolled back for a moment, Nick’s cock hitting a little bit deeper. Nick loved taking Luke like this, his body lain out in front of him. He watched the boy’s chest rise and fall, racked with gasps and moans, as he fucked him. He held tight to Luke’s thighs and began to pound. As much as he wanted to spend all day buried deep inside Luke’s ass, he had to get going. He picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster. Sweat was glistening on Luke’s chest, and a bead slowly made its way down Nick’s back. They were both panting. The cliff came rushing up quickly. Nick’s balls were contracting, and almost without warning he was pumping another load into Luke. The both let out a satisfied sigh, as volley after volley of semen erupted from Nick’s cock. Luke felt the warmth he craved rush into him and spread up his guts. For a brief moment he felt satiated. They both breathed hard, Nick shaking a little from the force of his orgasm. Then he kissed Luke and slid gingerly from his hole. “Ok, now! No more distracting me. I have to go.” Luke laughed, “Fine. I’ll just sit down over here and read my book.” “Alright, enjoy. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He finished getting dressed and kissed Luke on the way out the door. “Have fun,” he said. August 13th, 1977 cont. Brett dressed in a pair of cut off shorts that barely covered his furry ass, a crisp white jock and a tank top. I followed suit in some cute little basketball shorts I had recently bought and a t-shirt, and of course a jock. Then, with a backpack full of beer over his shoulder, he led us out of the apartment. I thought Brett had lost his mind when we got to the end of 20th Street and stood under the pylons of the West Side Highway. Brett however didn’t seem to feel out of place at all, he crossed the dark street underneath the highway and slipped past the concrete barriers. On the other side of the road was a high chain link fence, the kind that the city would throw up quickly to keep people out of an abandoned lot. This one hadn’t fared much better than any other fence in the city. It was rusted and uncared for. There were parts that were tilting away from the road at a wild angle as if a truck had backed into it and some parts were missing entirely. It was through one of these opening that Brett walked. Still deeply suspicious I followed him. On the other side of the fence, blocked from view of the street and city beyond stood the old piers. Big concrete and steel structures, long since abandoned they looked like something out of the apocalypse. The windows were broken in, doors hung loose on their hinges or were missing entirely. These massive edifices that had stood as the port of welcome to NYC now were hollowed out shells. We walked along the side of one of these buildings, picking our way around bits of debris that had fallen from the buildings in the decade since its closure. The building eventually gave way to what must have been an open air warehouse previously. A big rusted steel roof stretched high overhead. It looked like the exposed skeleton of a building, all the brick and mortar flesh having rotted away. The monument to urban decay vaulted above our heads however, was not what drew my attention. It was the people. The abandoned pier was bustling with people… no, bustling with men. Everywhere I looked there were guys sunning themselves, having picnics, drinking cans of beer, reading, relaxing, and fucking. There out in the open, close to the building and barely shielded from view were men having sex. This was nothing like the gay bars which, although this was a post stonewall world, still always felt off the books, this felt like freedom. As I looked around more I realized that Brett had brought me to the homosexual holy land. All around gay men were living their lives. Yes, some were fucking, but more still were just there living their lives, enjoying the summer sun without fear of judgment or persecution. I watched, my mouth almost hanging open, as an older couple dressed in smart clothing walked hand in hand down the pier. I’ve never seen two men just casually holding hands like that before. It just doesn’t happen. Apart from a drunken tryst after the bar, everything about gay life is furtive and hidden. Being out of the closet is relative, almost no one really truly acts the same way all the time. Yet here, amongst the ruins of the Chelsea Piers, it happened. A little oasis where gay men just existed, in all of their many complexities. “How?” I said, turning to Brett. He was grinning from ear to ear, “No one cares about this place. So, I guess at some point gay men just took it over. Come on, let’s hang out for a while and then we can go exploring.” Then he grabbed my hand and started to lead me down the pier. I felt this panic well up inside me, this fear of what others would say if they saw me holding hands with another man, even though it made me feel amazing to have my fingers interlaced with Brett’s as we walked. Very, very slowly, however, that started to fade. I looked around at the people around us. It was only gay men, no one cared. It was so freeing. Being in a gay bar, no matter how nice it was or how much fun I was having always feels electric, like at any moment I could be caught with my hand in the cookie jar. This however, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist and we were in a land populated by only gay men. With a view of scenic industrial New Jersey, gay men of all sorts congregated. We passed a group of guys laying out on towels in the sun completely naked. My eyes immediately drifted to their soft cocks. I wondered for a moment what each of them would be like sliding inside of me. Brett’s right, I really have developed a pretty intense love of cock. We passed guys sitting reading books, some smoking grass, a few were alone. One guy had a sketch pad propped against his legs, his hand moving fast he scratched out the prone semi nude figure in front of him in charcoal. Brett took us almost to the far end of the dock, and then put his back pack down on a concrete ledge about the height of a low stool. He pulled out a beach town and spread it on the ledge before handing me a beer and sitting down. He grinned, cracked his own beer open, and took a long swig. I sat next to him, and put my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm slide up my back, till it was draped across my shoulders holding me close. “How did you find this?” “A guy I hooked up with last summer told me. I came here one afternoon and…” he trailed off, taking another long swig of beer. “Well, I got a good tan, and ended up bent over in an old office in the on the building getting fucked by a couple of guys I met.” “God its hot thinking about the times you must have been full of cum from some hook up while we were hanging out and I had no idea.” I said. I was a little hard just thinking about it. “Its happened a lot.” “Slut.” “Rich coming from the guy who came home with an ass full of spunk this morning.” “I didn’t see you complaining.” “Oh. I’m certainly not complaining.” He kissed me, right there in the bright sunlight for all to see, “I’m not complaining at all.” We sat quietly for a while, just drinking and watching the world. Brett took his shirt off and stuffed it in his bag. He looked spectacular in the sun. Light glittered in his thick blonde chest hair, his skin already kissed a light golden brown from the summer sun. I eventually joined him, letting the warm light spill across my skin as we drank. We chatted about nothing at all for a long time. I’m really glad that despite the change in our relationship our we can still just sit and talk for ages. My eyes began to wander, drifting back to the group of nude sunbathers. They weren’t just sunbathing now though, the youngest of the group was on his knees in front of another man who was sitting on a bit of brick work that remained from some long forgotten structure. As I watched the younger guy’s head started to bob back and forth making it perfectly obvious what he was doing. Right there in the open he was blowing this hot thicker guy. I was hard in a second. Brett noticed where my gaze was and said, “Why do I feel like you’ll be the one on your knees for a group of guys soon?” “Well, not all of us have been bent over in an abandoned office and fucked by, what was it, a couple of guys?” “Touché.” Brett rubbed his crotch, “If you wanted you could start with something nice and familiar before going off cruising.” “I like how you think.” I immediately got up and pulled Brett to his feet. I pulled his pants down, leaving him in just his jock before pushing him back onto the bench. I squatted down between his legs, and fished his cock out of the side of his jock. He was completely hard, and just starting to leak. With the sun on my naked back I swallowed Brett’s cock.

Part 9: Will discovers something BIG Arriving home brought about anxiety. For some reason, I believed my parents were going to be able to smell the gay on me, as if my breath would smell like the dick I’d been sucking. As I pulled into their driveway, I saw that my brothers had already arrived. I rang the bell, my mother greeting me. “You’re here!” she exclaimed. “Hi, Mom.” “How are you? You look good.” “I feel good,” I told her. There was no need to tell her that I was HIV positive and fucking a man almost twice a day. “Where is everyone?” “Your father is at church,” she said. “Naturally.” “Now, Zack and Bridget are in his old room. Uncle Michael is in your old room. You and Jay will have to share.” “For a week?” “Just until Sunday. Uncle Michael leaves then.” “This is ridiculous.” “When you’re married, you can have a room all to yourself and your wife. Until then, you share with your brother.” “Fine,” I said. I went and got my bags, hiking them up to Jay’s old room. Posters of bands we hadn’t been allowed to listen to covered the walls. Though Zack and I had remained in our faith, Jay decided early on to live his own life by his own rules. He got flack about it from our parents, but he didn’t care. I guess I’m the black sheep now, I thought, dropping my bags on the floor. “I get the bed,” a voice said from behind. I turned and saw Jay standing in the doorway. While I shared a resemblance to our mother, Jay had our father’s features. He was a bit shorter than me, but his muscles were more pronounced. In many ways, he reminded me of Doctor Wade. Just the thought caused my dick to jump in my pants. “Why do you get the bed?” I asked. “Because it’s my bed,” he said. I already knew this was going to be a long week. I called Dominic every chance I got. “I feel so anxious here,” I told him. “I feel like I’m about to jump out a window.” “Do something to get your mind off of it,” he told me. “Jerk off a few times. That should help.” “The bathroom door doesn’t lock,” I told him. “And I’m sharing a room with Jay.” “Jay’s the one with the six inch dick, right? Shorter but ticker?” “Are you really going to talk about my brother’s dick right now?” “I’m trying to make you laugh. I know this is a stretch, but are there any adult video stores nearby?” “What?” “Adult video stores. You know, where you go to buy porn instead of looking it up on the internet. Go to one of those and jerk off.” “In what, their parking lot?” “They’ve got private rooms in the back,” he said. “Trust me. You’ll feel better after. Besides, sometimes there are gloryholes you can suck a dick through. Maybe sucking someone’s dick will help you calm down.” I hated to admit it, but the idea was growing on me, and not just because my dick was growing at the thought of sucking someone’s dick. I told my parents that I was going to drive around a bit, see some of my old stomping grounds, and that I would be back before dinner. I knew of one adult video store outside of town, far enough that if anyone saw me, they wouldn’t know who I was. When I got there, I went inside and looked around. There were aisles of porn DVDs and magazines. A sign in the back advertised private viewing booths. I went back and found one that was open, stepping inside and locking the door. There was a tiny tv and a slot for quarters, telling me I had to pay to watch. I guess that made sense, but Dominic hadn’t told me to bring quarters. Realizing I had wasted my time, I turned around and was about to leave when I saw the hole in the wall. I had seen enough porn to know a glory hole when I saw one. I knelt down and looked through, seeing a shadow pass the wall in the room next door. I moved my face closer, trying to see if it was a man or woman, when my answer was given to me. Immediately, a dick came popping through the hole, a bead of precum handing from the tip. Without hesitation, I grabbed the dick and licked the precum off the head, hearing a groan from the other side. Instantly the dick started to grow. It wasn’t huge. It was smaller than mine, but it looked beautiful as it pulsed in front of me, wishing for my mouth to return. I sucked the head and took the balls in my hands, massaging them, feeling their weight. They were hairy, a musky odor clinging to the skin. I breathed it in deep, relishing the smell. It wasn’t nearly as good as Dominic’s, but it was still incredible. I opened my mouth and took in as much of the dick as I could. Since sucking Dominic off, I had gotten better at holding off my gag reflex. Now, I could take a dick down my throat without a problem. I sucked slowly, allowing the intensity of the feeling to build. I could feel the heat radiating off the dick, more precum oozing out. It tasted so good. I started to move my mouth along the shaft, my hand replacing my mouth to keep the pressure going. After a few minutes, I could hear the man on the other side of the wall groan, his body pressing harder against the wall. “I’m… gonna… cum…” he moaned. As I opened my mouth, the voice of the man replayed in my head. That voice, it sounded familiar. I looked at the cock in my hand and did a quick calculation of its measurements. It was six inches. It was a thick cock, thicker than normal. The taste of the precum reminded me of the first time I had tasted my own. Can cum taste the same if it’s from the same family. As I realized who was standing on the opposite side of the wall, his cock throbbed and ropes of cum shot out, filling my mouth and covering my face. “Fuck, man,” the voice said, the spurts of cum subsiding, leaving me drenched. He pulled his dick back through the hole. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” I remained on my knees, listening as the door of the other room opened and closed. I wanted to look out and see his face, but there was no need. I knew it had been him. I sat in the chair in my booth, my face reflected in the television screen. Cum was dripping down my face, collected in my facial hair. Most of it was in my mouth. I tasted it, knowing it tasted like my own. Not knowing what to do, I swallowed Jay’s cum and sat in silence, wondering what I was going to do. “You’re sure it was him?” Dominic asked. “I’m positive,” I told him. After I left the adult video store, I called Dominic, telling him what had happened. “It was Jay. It was Jay’s dick. Oh my God. I just sucked my brother’s dick. I just swallowed my brother’s cum.” I waited for Dominic to say something. “Dom?” “I mean, it’s kinda hot,” he said. “Are you serious?” “I’m sorry, but it is. I grew up wanting to suck my brother’s dick. Then, when I realized I was bigger than him, I wanted him to suck my dick. I know you’re weirded out, but I can’t even begin to explain to you how turned on I am right now. Honestly, my dick is in my hand and I’m ready to blow.” “I have to share a room with him,” I said. “How am I supposed to look him in the eye after that?” “Look him in the eye, just don’t look directly at his dick.” “Be serious.” “Listen. You’re not going to get what you want from me. I’m jealous. I know a ton of guys who would love to suck their brother’s dick. And besides, didn’t you say he called you dude? That means he knew it was a guy on the other side. That means he likes guys sucking his dick. Maybe your brother is gay.” “And if he is,” I said, “he’ll see my tattoo and figure out that I’m poz.” “So what if he finds out?” “He’s not good at keeping secrets.” “He must be pretty good if you never knew he was getting his dick sucked by guys. I’m just saying don’t freak out. Up to the point that you discovered it was Jay, were you enjoying it?” I sighed. “Yes.” “Alright. Hold on to that. If I were you, I would be getting into his pants the second I could again. But, if that’s not an option, you’re just going to have to lay low. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Also, wear a t-shirt when you sleep so he doesn’t see your tattoo. Problem solved.” “I guess,” I said. When I returned home, everyone was back. We joined together for dinner, my mother placing Jay on the other side of the table from me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but I knew he saw me looking over a few times with a shameful glance. “How’s your church, Will?” my father asked. “Good,” I told him. “We’ve had several new members. I’ve actually become friends with one of them.” “A woman?” Zack asked. “A man,” I said. “Are you dating anyone?” my mother asked. “Not at the moment,” I told her. “You should really be trying to find someone,” my father told me. “People want to see their pastors married. You must be their example.” “If he doesn’t want to get married, he doesn’t have to get married,” Jay said. “I never want to get married.” “That’s because you're a dirty heathen,” Uncle Michael said. “That’s me,” Jay said, smiling. “Hell, table for one.” “If you don’t believe in God anymore, why are you here?” Zack asked. “Are you planning on making a spectacle of yourself?” “That’s an idea,” Jay said. “No. Regardless of what you think of me, I still love Dad even if I don’t love God. I’m here for him.” “How about we change the subject,” my mother said. Once dinner was over and a bit of television was watched, I went to Jay’s room and started getting ready for bed. I blew up an inflatable mattress and searched through my bags for clothes to sleep in. “What are those?” Jay asked. “Pajamas,” I said. “You’re a grown man,” he said. “Sleep in your underwear or sleep naked. That’s what I do. Besides, the central air is broken, and it’s almost eighty degrees in here. Maybe more.” “I’m fine,” I said. I went to the bathroom and changed, checking my white shirt to see if the tattoo was visible. It wasn’t. As I reentered Jay’s room, I found him standing by his bed completely naked. My eyes were drawn to his dick, the same dick which had been in my mouth only hours before. “See something you like?” he asked. I ignored him. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock. Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my tick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” he said. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” I said. There was silence. “First of all,” Jay said, “congrats on using the word ‘dick.’ Second, your dick is not bigger than mine.” “Yes, it is,” I said. “Really?” “Yes.” “How big?” I turned to him. Jay was now standing next to my mattress, his dick waving above me, almost completely hard. For a moment, I wanted to reach out and touch it, to lick the head, to taste his precum. “You really want to know?” “I’m a little over six inches,” he said. “Over six inches around too. Seven even.” “Eight,” I told him. “No, I’m not eight around.” “No,” I said. “Eight inches. I’m eight inches.” Jay laughed. “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am.” “Prove it.” “What?” “Prove it,” Jay said. He turned and went to his desk, opening a drawer where he dug inside before pulling out a measuring tape. What was with Dominic and Jay keeping measuring tape at the ready? “You kept Mom’s measuring tape in your room so you could measure yourself?” I asked. “So?” he said. He threw me the measuring tape. “Prove it.” I stared at him for several seconds before taking the measuring tape and pulling it beneath the covers. “No,” he said. “Out and proud. I want to see what you’re working with.” “Are you serious?” “If you’re going to tell me that you’re bigger than me, I want proof. I want to see it with my own eyes.” “I’m not hard.” “Then get hard,” he said. “You want me to pull up some porn on my phone? Is porn too extreme for you, Pastor Ryder?” My temper had reached its limit. I threw off my covers and stood up, standing in front of Jay. I pulled down my shorts and boxers, revealing my dick. For a brief moment, I saw a look of uncertainty on Jay’s face. “Jerk it,” he said. I reached down and started pulling at my cock. Seeing Jay standing in front of me naked helped the blood flow. Images of Dominic fucking me pushed me even further, my dick springing to life. “Fuck,” Jay said as I ran the measuring tape along my dick. “See. Eight inches. Actually, Eight and some change. I’m not as thick as you. Still only five inches. Congrats on girth. Are you happy now?” I threw the measuring tape at him and leaned down to pull up my boxers and shorts but stopped as Jay spoke. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I froze. “What are you talking about?” “Your car. I saw it at the adult video store. Why?” “That wasn’t… I wasn’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I showed the guy at the counter a picture of you on my phone,” Jay said. “He said he saw you go back to one of the booths. He also said he saw you looking at the gay porn.” “I wasn’t looking at gay porn.” “But you were there?” I was silent. Jay stepped closer. “It was you, wasn’t it? In the other booth? You were the one that… that sucked my dick.” I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing. He had known it was me. He had put his dick through the hole knowing it was me on the other side. He had wanted me to blow him. Why?

First time, and even the next few times after, are really nerve wracking. If you have someone to go with to show you around, it help ease the nerves. More importantly, do not go with any expectations. As others have said, bathhouses are very niche nowadays. Go to enjoy amenities and some naked dudes; think of the sex as a bonus. Set your limits as what you will and will not do. Don't be afraid to say no. Just a gentle push of the hand, or a simple thanks not right now will suffice 99.99% of the time. I would say the first 3 times I went, I would shake in my car driving up. Now, its no big deal. Practice makes perfect.

First cock I ever sucked was my cousin when we were 14. He didn't want to suck me, but loved the idea of a blowjob anytime he wanted, so I became his personal cocksucker. Had some fun with other cousins through my teen years. Had a jerk session with one. He didn't want me to suck him, but was totally OK with jerking his load into my mouth. He did that a lot until our 20s. When I was 18 my uncle Jack got divorced. I stopped by to see him and he was in his shed working. We drank a few beers and then he brought up me sucking off my cousin. Said several family members knew about it. I didn't know what to say, but when he asked if I ever craved sucking uncle cock things happened quickly. Turned out he had a super thick cock and huge balls. Absolutely delicious! After he came he put his hand on the back of my head and told me to "Stay with it" and about 5 minutes later he fed me a second load. Afterwards he said he had not cum since his wife left so he really needed that.

I'd love to go as a mare, but I ONLY fuck bb. Even the noise of a guy unwrapping a condom makes my ass clench, so I'm afraid I would not fully enjoy it if I had to take a dick with a condom. I haven't taken a wrapped dicked in... I don't know. years?

My record is 25 or more (but not quite 30) one night in Rawhide in New Orleans. (It was Southern Decadence, I was younger and cuter, wearing nothing but jeans, cowboy boots ... and I was willing to suck off ANYBODY, even when the crowd changed from Gay professionals on vacation like me to local ghetto thugs.) I went back the next afternoon! and the next night, and the next afternoon, and the next night ... and I did not feel sick from all that cum, though I must admit I wore a lot of it in my beard rather than swallowing all of it. I did get off walking around with it from my beard to my tits. It even seeped down to my bellybutton and filled it to overflowing. ROFL. I was (am) such a fuckin slut! Now back home, I hit the dirty bookstores almost every single day. See how many I can do. Again, I don't get a stomachache or diarrhea. (Now gono in my throat and crabs in my beard? Those are nice and humiliating in the public clinic.)

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"