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​I enjoy going for my daily walks around the neighborhood for my exercise. I carry a cane , though i don't need it , for all the damn dogs ! I usually stop to chat with some of the neighbors. One guy named Jim I've slowly gotten to know is usually sitting on his porch. He's a single guy , around 60 , maybe 200 pounds or so. I saw Jim today as I walked by his house. As we waved howdy Jim flags me to come on over to his porch , so I walked up to his porch. I have on my shorts commando style as usual and a t shirt. Jim was also in shorts and a t shirt. Jim invites me to have a seat across from him. As we chatted I couldn't help but notice that Jim had a really big hard on that ran down his thigh. The head was damn near coming out the end of his shorts. He had his hand on on his hard on as we chatted slightly rubbing it. I couldn't help but keep glancing down at it. Jim pulled on his pant leg and I could see the tip of his cock head . I got aroused and couldn't control my cock , it was fully hard in no time and I couldn't hide it. I'm sure Jim noticed it. Jim suddenly asked "You know I'm a gay top man don't you?" I replied "Yeah, that's okay, I'm a gay bottom!" Jim pulled up the leg of his pants to reveal his big fucking cock head. It was instant lust. His cock looked awesome and I instantly wanted to suck it. The way Jim was positioned on the porch I could get on my knees and suck his cock without hardly being seen by people driving by. So I did. Jim unzipped and pulled his big cock out in all its glory. Fuck, it was bigger than I had realized. I started sucking it for all its worth. Jim moaned in pleasure as I worked on his big cock. Soon he invited me in off the porch. He stood up and his cock was standing out for anybody to see. It was a OMG moment as Jim's huge cock was standing tall. He obviously enjoyed exhibitionism. Then he asked "Wanna suck it in the open?" but adding that first I needed to pull off my shorts. Shyly I pulled my shorts off in the open looking around hoping I wasn't being seen. My cock was hard as a rock. I got back on my knees and resumed sucking Jim's big cock for all to see.. ! Jim says " I love this." I was turned on sucking Jim's big cock knowing I could get caught.. We were both into it when a car passed by that caught us off guard. It slowed down and I could see an old lady looking at me naked, sucking Jim's big cock. The car slowly passed by, and Jim just looked at the car, holding my head as he fucked my mouth as he kept saying "Take it!" I could tell he really got off on our act of homosexual exhibitionism and being seen by a stranger .. We went in inside and started laughing about it !! Jim sits on the couch and pats the cushion for me to cum over .. I sat beside Jim and I grabbed his big hard cock and we started french kissing like mad.. Jim rammed his tongue in my mouth and I sucked his tongue while I stroked his big cock !! Jim grabs my head and guides me back down on his yummy cock.. Jim says " Suck my big poz cock " I was too turned on to resist.. I sucked his poz cock without hesitation. While I sucked his cock Jim said he was undetectable poz and not to worry.. I said " I'm neg but I get really hard when i read conversion stories." Jim say's " it's natural for some negative homosexual men to secretly fantasize about getting fucked with poz cock .".. Jim says " its ok , I understand the need for poz cock , there are many reasons , many guys fantasize about taking poz loads , some even do it hoping to get pozzed just to get it over with cause its inevitable . Do you ever fantasize about taking poz cock deep in your ass?" I said " yes , sometimes" my cock was still throbbing hard with precum oozing out the slit.. Jim says " I've pozzed 3 guys , all of them let me do it , all of them were like you and were curious about taking poz loads." Jim says even though he was undetectable sometimes guys can still get pozzed.. Jim's cock stayed hard as a rock as he described how he fucked these negative guys deep in their ass bareback . How they moaned and begged for his poz cock.. My cock stayed hard as a rock ! He then described how he shoots big loads of poz cum and how he would cum multiple times not letting up till he fucked these guys raw making sure they would absorb his poz seed.. My cock was throbbing as my precum was now running down my cock. Jim say's " your cock don't lie , you want poz cock," Then Jim asked " are ready to join the tribe , i would really love to try and poz your ass?" Jim grabs the back of my head and guides me to his cock .. My mouth went over his cock head and i swirled my tongue over it and enjoyed the taste of his precum.. Jim says " I can't wait to get my big poz cock up your ass ." Jim lays on top of me spreading my legs apart , I go ahead and wrap them over his back.. His big poz cock is already up against my sphincter .. Jim is ramming his tongue in my mouth and I suck on it.. Jim keeps pressure on my hole with his big poz cock , my sphincter became slick with Jim's poz semen. The head slowly spreads my hole open. Jim head fucks my hole.. Its so fucking big !! Its hurts some but I take it without complaining .. soon it feels really good.. Jim sits up and pulls out and spits on his cock , a mixture of his semen and his spit.. He then slips the head back in and doesn't stop making me take all of his big poz cock.. he then slowly fucks me driving his cock in balls deep.. it was rather painful at first till i was relaxed and stretched out.. Jim kept saying "take it baby , take that poz cock !" as he kept thrusting his poz cock inside me.. i felt so submissive as he kept driving his poz cock relentlessly up my ass.. My cock had dripped allot of precum on my belly as he kept pushing on my prostate pushing my sperm out.. My ass soon felt really slick from his semen , if felt really good , in no time Jim was ready to cum his poz load.. he looked me in the eye and says " Here cums my poz load , take it !" soon he unleashed a huge orgasm as he held his cock balls deep !! I could feel his cock pulsating streams of poz cum .. Jim drove his tongue in my mouth and I sucked his tongue as he finished his orgasm.. Jim says " oh man , I had an extreme orgasm , I think I might have pozzed that ass on my first load ! Damn that felt good! We went to Jim's bedroom and Jim laid back on his bed , his cock was still hard . I straddled over Jim's cock and slipped his big poz cock back in . Jim grabs my hips and drives his cock deep ! Jim say's " I'm gonna fuck a load out of you !" I start grinding down on his cock as he pushed up. Jim's first load was running out everywhere.. Jim say's " you love big poz cock don't you !" Jim keep talking dirty to me telling me how he was going to poz my ass.. soon I shot my load all over Jim's chest and stomach without even touching my cock, Jim's cock was pounding the just right spot !! I shot a huge load ! After I cummed all over Jim , Jim fucked me from behind for 30 minutes till he was ready to unload another poz load deep in my ass !! By this time I was getting raw and sore. I was Just as Jim described when he told me about pozzing those other guys ! I knew he might poz me now .. Jim pulled my hips and drove his poz cock in deep holding it there .. I knew it was time as Jim unleashed another poz load as deep as he could. I squeezed his cock so I could feel the cum pulsating and rushing through his cock as he exploded another toxic load deep in my ass.. Somehow I knew I was number 4.

I want to share with you one of my so many hot stories, Iwas about 18 years old in Cuba, I was 5.6" tall and never weighed more than 115 pounds, white with very black curly hair, a pair of shorts and very hard and genetically toned thighs, everyone in the neighborhood drools when They watched me go by, but I was quite selective and only let myself be fucked by whoever I wanted...I remember that all the married guys always asked me while they were fucking me if this was my first time and I always answered yes, that gave them as a kind of morbidity and there they began to tell me, "you're only going to be mine", "I'm going to impregnate your little ass'..." I'm going to leave my children inside", and many more filthy things, but the truth is that I was already playing years before whith my friends in the neighborhood. But, my story is about how my father's best friend fucked my ass. Mederos was the name of my father's best friend, a thin man with a hairy chest and about 55 years old, very good-looking and always smelling of grease because he was a mechanic. He was such a friend of my father that even the two families would go on vacation together. My father had a German Sinsom motorcycle, which was broken most of the time and he spent all his time mechanizing it, one afternoon when my father was mechanizing the motorcycle, he told me... go to the mederos house and tell him Please lend me a Stilson key and I went barefoot and in short shorts without underwears as I always was to fulfill the order. When I arrived he was alone in the house and I told him "Mederos says my father that if you can lend him a stilson wrench ro fix the motorcycle", and he tells me "go to the closet under the stairs and there you go to find it...I went but there were so many wrenches that I didn't know what it was, so I told him, Mederos can't find it; I was left facing the small closet trying to figure out what the key was when I felt Mederos's strong breath on my neck , his chest hair brushing my bare back and his large bulge standing up squeezing my buttocks, he passed his hand over my head and tells me look pipo "this is Stilson's wrech". I was left in one piece, because I never thought that my father's best friend did that to me, but when he saw that I stayed still, he kept rubbing his big bulge against my big buttocks and noticing that I was all bristling from head to toe, he took out his dick and started to rubbing it over my shorts. I thought I was dying and my legs were shaking my dick wanted to explote. I stand still and I was afraid to turn around so he wouldn't notice my excitement., with only one hand he turned me around and with thw same one pushed me downwards by the head until his huge cock was in front of my mouth, for a moment I didn't know what to do, until he pushed his dick into my mouth, I almost vomited because that huge cock didn't fit in my mouth, it was so big and thick and with a huge head dripping pre-come "I still remember his strong male smell rourine and mechanical oil and I still get hard"... I started sucking his dick as if I wanted to eat it, but I remembered that my father was waiting for the wrech and I was afraid that he would come for me and find us with an erection and realize what was happening... I ran out to take the wrech, but not before promising Mederos that I would return soon so he could use my little ass as hes will... I returned after 30 minutes and we finished what we had started, but I will tell you the rest of the story anothe day... I hope you like it, it is 100% real and little by little I will tell you how I fucked each and everyone of Mederos 8 children, all of them olders than me and with dicks the same or bigger than their father...

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Just another old story I found, not sure who wrote, but wish there was more. ========================================================= Keith stopped dead in his tracks. Two of the beefiest, sexiest bears were ambling down the street and they were causing his lust glands to go into overdrive. Big balls rolled lazily around in their crotches as they strolled along, their jeans snug enough to outline fat sausages, both pointing left. It was the summer of 2005 and a young and innocent Keith was visiting Palm Springs for the first time during Pride. Needless to say, the place was awash in Horny men of all types and ages. And of corse most of them had HIV. Kieth tried not to be so obvious but he was totally overcome with lust and desire, and he just had to see their butts. He was not disappointed. Both were full and firm and plump, like rock hard half moons covered in a layer of butter fat. He watched the up and down jiggle and daydreamed about man muff diving. Would they be hairy or smooth, pale or tanned? He was so lost in his day dream he hardly noticed the bears turn back. Keith snapped out of his daydream when one of the big bears wrapped a meaty paw around the hard on that was stretching Keith's trousers and gave it a squeeze. 'What have we here?' the big bear asked. 'S--So--Sorry.' Keith stammered. He looked around nervously to see if anyone could see what was happening, but the street was empty. 'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' the other bear said. 'That's one mighty fine piece of meat you got there.' Keith smiled and relaxed. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Absolutely.' the guy who had squeezed his cock replied. 'Want to come back to our place and fuck?' The bluntness of the Question floored the teenaged Keith as his cock throbed and leaked some precum. All too soon, Keith skipped along after the two hot studs. The one with the blue eyes was named Max, while the one with the sexy brown eyes went by the name of Cameron. He was now free to drink in the delicious sight of their big, beefy asses bouncing along as they walked in front of him, happy in the knowledge that soon he would be exploring those hot cracks. But Keith got a bit of a shock. As soon as they arrived home the bears led Keith into the garden and gave him a beer. He was sitting there, enjoying his beer, when suddenly they both whipped out their fat cocks and started hosing him down with their steaming piss. His clothes were soaked and he was about to protest when the feelings this new sensations caused started to get to him. The musk of the piss and the heat invaded his mind as he relaxed. He dimly heard Max grunt. “Fuck that’s a lot of hot POZ Piss on him, it looks good. Keith’s cock grew instantly hard when he heard that. He was about to ask if he had heard correctly when another stream of Piss started from the two bears. Like a stag in the rutting season, he lost himself in it and soon He whipped out his own cock and let their warm piss rain down on it as he pulled the heavy foreskin covered hood back. The warmth trickled over his sensitive cock and balls, driving him absolutely wild. Cameron finished first. His fat cock was still hanging out as he started to remove Keith's shoes and socks. Keith helped him get rid of his jeans and sat back down to catch the last of Max's flow. Both the men started to get hard now and Max pulled Keith to his feet and devoured his cock. In one swift movement it was buried to the root. Once more unable to say anything, Keith heard Max grunt. “Theres a good boy, feed your negative boy cock to my husband and your going to make him very happy.” He said as Cameron's fingers now probed Keith's crack, working some lube into his asshole. It was all happening too fast, and yet Keith felt powerless to stop it. He knew that both of them must be POZ now, he had read stories online and had jacked off thinking about it, but it was always just a fantasy. Now with two hot beefy bears next to him, he faced the reality of hot hot a cock infected with HIV was. Part of him wanted to explore they’re big, beautiful, hairy bodies. To sensually and slowly pleasure and be pleasured by them. But another part just wanted to be used by the big guys, wanted to give his body to their Infected dicks and become their toy. Cameron's flared mushroom cap of a cock rubbed against Keith's lubed up pucker and sent a shiver down the horny twink's spine. This was what it was all about, that first feel of an HIV infected cock on his assring. No matter how good dildos and vibrators were, nothing could beat a real live twitching, precum spitting bulging cock. Cameron took his time, rubbing his poison cock against Keith's pulsing asshole, slowly leaking slimy TOXIC discharge for a good five minutes before he began to slide in. Keith cried out in delight and lost his first load down Max's throat. “Theres a good boy, pump out your negative load and get read to take Daddies Pozitive Dick.” Max came off him with a smile. “Mmm yeah, negative cum always tastes so sweet and pure!” He said and licked his lips and watched his lover plow into Keith's sexy bubble butt. Cameron bent the younger man over one of the garden chairs and began to plow the boy much harder. “It is sweet, but he’s not going to be negative too much longer.” He grunted as his hand reached down to Keith's cock and found it was soon hard again so he started to stroke it. “Looks like our boy here is ok with that seeing how hard he is. That making your dick hard? Having an infected dick up your ass?” He said as Keith looked around for Max, hoping for another blow. Instead he saw the other bronze muscle bear lubing his ass. Max then spread a blanket on the picnic table and came and whispered in Cameron's ear. “How about we milk out his last negative load together, lets milk him together, my TOXIC ass and your TOXIC dick.” Max said with an evil grunt. Cameron licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, lets POZ him up together.” Cameron pulled out of Keith's ass and lay down on the table. Keith was at first disappointed to see Max go sit on Cameron's cock. But then Max lay down with his back to Cameron's stomach. 'Come over here neg boy stick your cock in my hole.’ Max told the boy. Keith, able to talk for the first time, was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. ‘You guys are both really Positive aren’t you? You both have HIV?’ He said, staring at the hole of Max as if hypnotized. ‘Fuck yeah we are.’ Cameron said slowly sliding in and out of his partner in crime. ‘I got infected ten years ago, and then made sure Max joined me. We both been sharing our strain ever since then.’ He said as he grunted. Max, his ass up and enjoying the fuck gave a moan and spoke up as well. ‘Best thing that ever happen to us boy, no more fear or doubt or worries. So come over here and stick your dick in my POZ ass next to his POZ Dick, and lets see if you can join us as a POZ son!” He said as Keith watched, stroking his dick, a tiny voice told him this was a bad idea, that doing something os risky and dangerous was wrong, but before he could stop himself, his cock made the choice for him. Keith approached and gingerly started to slide his cock in alongside Cameron's fat sausage. How the hell could one asshole handle two cocks, Keith wondered. But then the blissful sensation of rubbing up along the length of Cameron's cock while enveloped by Max's hot ass overwhelmed him. His brain shut down. There was no time for idle thoughts now; all he wanted to do was fuck. It was like having a mutual jerk off, blowjob and fuck all at the same time. Keith closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stroked. Each stroke took him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on his strokes, counting them in a desperate attempt not to shoot. The two bears could see him fighting back the well of cum and orgasm building in his balls and in his brains. Suddenly Keith let out a moan and started shivering and he knew it was all over. He bit his lip and emptied his balls while his whole body seemed to convulse in orgasmic ecstasy as Max squeezed his ass. ‘Yeah boy! Empty your load into Daddy Max! Give me all that sweet untainted negative seed and let me milk you of every drop!” The bear grunted and squeezed more. Keith’s cock went limp but it was wedged in place by Cameron's cock. He tried to pull out, but Cameron wrapped an arm around him. ‘Oh no you don’t boy, time for this Daddy Bear to bath your dick in his infected juices!” He said and lunged forward. Keith’s whimpered and squirmed as his tender dick was now squeezed both by the axe and the throbbing cock mashed tightly against his own. Cameron grunted and snorted like a pig in heat as he pumped out surge after surge of his tainted DNA. Keith felt the seed squirting and mixing with his own, feeling as if he would pass out from the sensation. Eventually Camerons orgasm faded as he slowly churned his load up against Keiths. ‘WOO YAH! Nice big load of my INFECTED seed in your guts Max, nice tainted cum to baptist our new boys dick in some fresh POZ Spooge!’ He said as max kept his hole tight, not letting a drop leak out. ‘Fuck yeah, but you both shot your loads, it’s time for me to blast my INFECTED seed, and there’s only one place I wanna feel it go.” He said as he slowly began to get up. As he did, Cameron knowing what his partner had in mind, gently pulled Keith down on the towel, sliding his dripping dick out, but trying to make sure Keith still kept his in side. Soon Max was onto of Keith and looked down at the boy like a Predator ready to devour its Prey. ‘How do you feel boy? Your dick is in a POZ hole, marinating in POZ seed, most guys would be scared and running away, but your dick is already starting to get hard again” Max said, squeezing his ass around the cock still inside him. Keith whimpered and looked up at the bear dominating over him, smelling his stink of sweat and loving it. ‘I, I feel good, I should be scared, but, oh fuck, I want more.’ He said as he laid back on the towel, feeling the grass under it and the warm Pal Spring sun. ‘Thats what I want to hear boy’ Max said as he finally got up, letting the kids dick slid out. As he did, he pushed out a hefty load of the cum inside, letting it cover Keiths cock. Before Keith could think about it, Cameron came up and started stroking it, rubbing all the mixed seed around his cock and balls. Keith knew that half of the seed would be POZ and infected, but he was feeling too good to stop it and Cameron continued to stroke him rubbing the cum around, sliding his finger around Keiths mushroom head to make sure some got inside. As he did so, Max hefted the kids Legs up. ‘Here we go, POZ seed on you dick, and soon POZ seed up your guts boy. This is what you need now and we are going to give it to you!” He said as Max’s fat plump vein covered bear dick began to slowly slide over Keiths ass hole. Max moaned trying to resist the urge to slam in all at once. But he wanted Keith to enjoy and to make sure he felt pleasure from getting POZ dick and POZ cum. Cameron began to help by moving his hands to Keiths nipples and begin to slowly stroke and pull them. A moan quickly followed as the two Muscle bears grinned. ‘Looks like our new boy has his tits wired right to his dick. Going to be fun making him twitch as he takes his new Daddies cock.’ Cameron said, still cum on his hands that he used it on Keith nipples, swirling his fingers around the boys tits. ‘Fuck yeah, work those tits and I’ll work this ass’ Max said as he started to push in. He had spent close to five minutes gently anointing Keiths hole with his TOXIC discharge and had relaxed enough to finally gain entry. The fat tip of his cock pushed in first, Keith whimpered and tried to pull back for an instant as Cameron held him down. The pain passed quickly and soon Keith was moaning as the fat infected cock of the Muscle Bear Max was pushing deeper into his guts. ‘Feeling good boy?’ Said Max as he fucked slowly. ‘Oh fuck yes, ugh, yes Sir.’ ‘Call me Daddy Max’ ‘Yes Daddy Max, it feels so good inside me.’ ‘Yeah boy? You like having infected POZ dick up your boy hole?’ Max said, flexing his dick to make it throb, knowing it was nestled up against the boys prostate. Keith moaned instantly. ‘OH! Yes Daddy Max, I love it! Please fuck me!’ With the words said, Max pushed forward and soon punched his infected bear dick deep into the hunger hole of the now moaning Twink. The hole blossomed open, ready to accept it’s new role as a taker of infected seed. As Max worked his HIV Positive dick into the boys hole. Cameron had moved around and was stroking his own POZ cock back to hardness, slowly pushing it into Keiths face. The boy instinctively began trying to lick and suck on the tip as Cameron continued to pull on Keiths nipples, making him buck and moan. Soon Max was pushing harder inside and with a sudden shiver and gone all the way. ‘There we are, Balls deep, I can’t wait to fill his hole up. I think he has the makings of a beautiful new POZ Son for us. What do you Say Cameron?’ ‘I say I agree, He already has my INFECTED seed swimming down into his dick. Before the day is done I think we really will be making him pregnant. I have wanted a new POZ Son, make a family all joined by my Strain.” Cameron said as Keith let out a huge grunting moan. ‘What do you say boy? Ready to become our new POZ Son?’ Max said, his big hands caressing the trembling teenager. ‘Fuck I Feel so good, I want this, I want to get pozzed!’ Keith shouted as pushed back as far as he could on Max’s big positive cock. The two bears looked at each other and knew the time was right. Max started to fuck faster and wrapped his beefy arms around the boy in a massive tight hug. ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family.’

So this happened a few weeks back, I was out late from work and having to walk home as I missed the last bus. Was walking though a rough place when I met with this big dude, he was clearly checking me out in my work clothes and asked me, “hey you delivering?” He asked (I was wearing my dominos uniform) I grinned and said “no sorry but what do you need and I can get it?” Winking he smirked and asked if I liked extra sausage, it was so corny but he was so built I couldn’t resist and just nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him into a side alleyway. he pushed my shirt up on my head but not off covering my sight and started sucking on my nipples while he undid my belt pulling my trousers and underwear done leaving me naked and blind, he kissed down my body to my cock taking it in sucking me rough and hard. His hands rubbing my body but pulled off when I went to take my shirt off and told me to leave it on, so I did and he went back to sucking me off, his finger finding my hole pushing in hard to his knuckle finger fucking me as he sucked and licked my cock head, I can remember moaning loudly as I came into his mouth, he held my cock in his mouth milking the last drops before he got up pushing me to my knees a cock pressing against my mouth, I didn’t hesitate to take his cock in my mouth and suck it, it felt long and thin maybe 6inches and cut, I sucked him for a time before he pulled out and I heard him move round me and put his wet cock head against my hole and asked me, wanna back out? I just whimpered out a fuck me, and he pushed in deep before I realised the voice came from ahead of me not behind, then I felt a larger cock on my lips pushing in he was rougher and much like the guy I met I realised why I was blinded and was loving it. before long both guys were fucking my holes hard but the guy on my mouth was rougher and stopped a lot I was just gagging on his cock a lot as he left it in my throat. When I felt the wet feel in my ass I knew the unknown guy just came he slapped my butt and left not a word. The original guy pulled my shirt off and put me on my back on a bin before lining his cock with my ass and plunged in hard, I almost screamed from the pain but he kissed me silencing me until I got use to his size. He fucked me hard and didn’t let up until he unloaded in my ass just his cock through his fly. after he told me he would have to order pizza more and left, I went to get dressed and realised my underwear was gone and my shirt was covered in cum and ass juices, so I had to walk home commando and wearing the shirt the smell of my ass and their cum in my nose the whole way home.

I'm visiting Fort Lauderdale at the moment and just met a guy on Sniffles. He is DL and wanted to breed anonymously. I thought he had flaked, but then the doorbell rang. He was about 6 ft tall and built like a linebacker. As he stripped down, he was already rock hard. I sucked him good as I hit the poppers and then proceeded to get on all fours. His cock was thick but I adjusted quickly. He found his rhythm and was banging me good. I didn't realize he was recording until he asked if he could record "undershots". After he got his video, he settled down and pumped me full of cum. After he cleaned up, he called an Uber. Although the car was two minutes away, he begged me for some more ass but this time he wanted it missionary. He was looking out the door waiting for the car while fucking me. The car pulls up, he pulls out of me, cock covered in cum, and rushes out the door. I told him I'll be here until Sunday. I have a feeling he'll be back. FUNNY UPDATE: the guy who bred me was not the guy I thought I had a date with! The first guy flaked and I only figured this out when I went back on Sniffles. They both have anonymous profiles. I am such a hoe 🤷‍♂️. LOL.

I'm 46, 90% top, but once in a while I need cock. My husband is a cumdump in the region of Ghent, Belgium - i whore him out to as many as possible, but now it was my turn. One of the regular breeders (36) that fucks my hubby's hole was up for it, so after some sucking, he planted a load in me. Grinder was of use for top 2, a 31yo guy with a fat cock. Rode him, bred me. Then i went to a local park (Kristallijn), where i met a 24 yo on Grindr, keen to bareback. He started by rimming and sucking the loads out of my hole before breeding me. After him, i went to a fat cocked 29yo for the final breed. Now that that is out of my system for a couple of weeks, please line up bottoms: i'll breed you.

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

Chapter 26: The Shower The three of them lathered up, and the piss started flowing when the trick started to piss while facing away from Sir in the shower. Sir sternly told him to stop and face him. The trick thought he was about to be punished, however Sir said he had used them all night, and now it was their turn to use him. He told the trick to start pissing on his face. After the stream started flowing Sir said to aim the stream at his forehead, and asked his boy what he was waiting for. Once they both had a stream going, Sir told the boys to aim directly Into his mouth until their bladders were empty. Sir then told the boys he was always the first and last to have his way, and they were to get on their knees. Sir began by pissing only on their bodies, and both seemed to enjoy it. Sir ordered them to start kissing and as they did, his yellow stream hit their faces. He then ordered them to stop kissing, and he would piss on their faces and they should have their mouths open with tongues out to taste piss for the first time. Both eagerly obeyed, grimacing only a bit at their first taste. Sir drained his bladder before being able to feed them directly from the tap The next morning Sir got up before the boys, and went out to get breakfast for them. Sir returned and filled three glasses of piss for them. While his piss was still warm, he woke the boys, telling them to hold their piss, as they would be drinking their combined piss for breakfast. Sir instructed the boys to piss in the glass he had until he instructed them to stop. Once he told them to stop, he told them to finish in his mouth. Sir tried to fill the glass with equal amounts of piss. The boys complied, filling the glass, but still feeding him quite a bit more. Sir then said cheers and gulped his glass down. The boys took it quite a bit slower, but finished their glasses and both licking their lips. Sir asked them if they enjoyed drinking their combined piss, and they both agreed, surprisingly yes. Sir said good boys, just remember what piss flavor tasted like.

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as others have said, not really sure why this is even a question. if I'm sucking you off, I already decided to swallow your load. if i take your dick in my ass, I've already decided to get seeded up.

Always swallow cum , it needs not be wasted. Swallow or in my cunt

I became a slut after my first time being fucked. I was 13, and I had never felt anything so overwhelmingly wonderful in my life. I'm now considerably older and have been averaging about 12 different guys every week. If I do the math without any other consideration for fluctuations in my average, my little ass has been fucked and bred by almost 25,000 cocks. I have no plans to stop, and am proud to day I'm a slut. A true blue 100% bareback cumsponge and I will always be one for as long as I live. breeders wanted.

Here's my try slutty pussyhole. Breeders wanted.

It is opposition to the concept, it is legalities. As I understand it, there is one at-home test approved in Canada. If that same kit isn't also approved in the US or the manufacturer doesn't want to work with Grindr on this, then you seem expect Grindr to manage the logistics of two manufacturers and two different distribution systems, not to mention absorbing the entire cost if the Canadian manufacturer doesn't want to participate. Given that the Canadian government and/or provinces already have programs in place for making these kits available for free, I think that one could forgive Grindr for concentrating on its largest market, one where at-home testing isn't so easy accessible to underserved populations. Just because all three countries have same-sex marriage and all three have at-home testing doesn't mean that their medical regulatory regimes are aligned.

Jamal rolled on to his back, his dick sticking straight up. I squeezed it from the base to the tip, watching a heavy drop of precum ooze from the tip. Without pausing to stop myself, I leaned over and licked the precum up. “Damn. You taste pretty good… for a pussy pounder.” Jamal laughed heartily, “I’ve never been called that. But the pussy’s? They like the pounding I give.” “I saw a brief sample of that last night. Where’d you meet her at?” Jamal had to think about it for a minute and laughed when he said, “I think at the gym, but there’s so many I lose track.” “Like uncle, like nephew.” “Or? Like Dad, like son.” I smiled down at him. “You sure about all this?” Jamal smiled, “Yes, yes, 5 loads in my ass say yes.” A thought crept into my mind, one I never thought would ever happen. Jamal saw it in my eyes. “What’s going on in there dad? You thinking some dirty thoughts? You gonna add another load?” “That ain’t happening tonight. Im drained. You however? You look Ike your balls are full.” I reached down and cupped his big balls in my hand. “You inherited a good portion of the family treasure.” “Fuck, never had a guy touch my balls before. Feels… good.” With a devilish grin, I squeezed them and gently tugged them down, triggering a grunt from Jamal and another squirt of precum. This one I wiped off with my finger, held it up, and with him watching, licked it off. “So, son, you want to shoot a load or you good having a full load in your balls?” “Fuck dad, my nuts are hurting to shoot. I haven’t blown a load in a day.” “A day? And they already hurt? How many times do you shoot?” “On a slow day? 3 or 4.” “Oh to be young, hung and full of cum…” “Says 5 load Charlie.” We laughed, but then I got back to the point. “I can’t believe I’m saying this Jamal, but here’s the deal going forward. Until you convert at least. You don’t fuck anyone. You don’t blow any loads.” “What? Are you…” “Unless you’re fucking me and shooting your load in me.” He was as shocked by this as I was. “I thought… You…” “Yeah, I know what I said. But, I’m making this exception. For you. One time offer.” “One time?” “Yes. You say yes now, you get to fuck me and breed my ass with your neg cum. When I say one time offer? This is the only offer, but you get to fuck me when I’m ready for you.” “You say no, now? No chance going forward.” “Oh you fucking better believe my answer is yes. I am not turning down a chance at your ass.” “What the fuck am I getting myself into, son? I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” He smiled, that wicked grin. “I’ll go easy on you, dad. The first time.” I reached down to the floor, grabbing the lube and the bag of T, handing them to Jamal. “I’m gonna control this first fuck, son. Then you can start the next time. Deal?” “Deal. I can’t fucking wait to feel my dick in an asshole.” “You’re gonna love it.” I grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers and lubed the outside of my hole. I reached for the bag of T, and Jamal pulled it away. “Now see, here’s the fun. You only said you’re controlling the fuck. You didn’t say anything about the T. Get on your knees and let me see that ass.” “You little shit.” I moved to the floor, and assuming the position I knew he was going to make me take, leaned forward and reached back to spread my ass. “Fuck dad, that’s a hot ass.” I felt his finger, lubed up, at my hole and then push in. It didn’t hurt as bad as getting fucked, but there was pain. “Fuuuuuuckkk…” “It’s so fucking tight. And hot. Fuck, dad now I know why you like fucking raw.” He slid out and asked, “How much?” “Give me the bag.” He set it down next to me. Remembering the size of his cock, compared to his own Dad’s, I grabbed two of the bigger rocks and handed them to Jamal. I watched intently as he lubed up his fingers and the shard. Placing it between his fingers as I had done, he rested it at my hole. He smiled at me, mouthed, “Fuckin a, dad,” and pushed in. The scrape was intense, even with the lube, and I moaned in pain as my hole was breached. He pushed all the way in and kept his fingers there. The burn was intense and all I could mutter was “Fuck” over and over again. I could feel the burn intensify, reach its apex, and then my brain gave in. My hole began to loosen around my boy’s fingers. He saw my eyes change from clear to drug fueled. “Oh fuck, dad, is that what I looked like?” I could only nod as a I pulled away and then slid back down. “Get on your back and lube that monster up.” “What about…” “Fuckin’ do it. You’re gonna like it.” I watched as Jamal slid on the floor next to me and lubed his cock up. I grabbed the second rock and, when he had finished lubing his dick, I told him to put the rock in his piss slit, just enough so it would stand up. He looked at me with a questioning look and I just said, “Do it, please.” I watched him put the rock in his slit and he grimaced in pain. “Fuck, what the fuck am…” before I could finish saying this, before I talked myself out of it, I moved my ass over his crotch. I grabbed his thick cock, felt the scrape of the shard on my hole, and screamed in pain and ecstasy as I dropped all my weight onto him. His eyes flew open as I slammed down, all the way down. I looked at him, tears coming down my face from the pain of my hole being ripped open. “Piss a little, get that rock in my hole. Hurry.” I saw confusion and a little, disgust? in his eyes. He focused, I felt his dick expand and the warm piss push the rock in me. The burn. “Oh fuck son, what the fuck did I…” Then it really hit me. “Fuck, your cock is in me. What the fuck.” The burn was intense, but for the first time ever, I was craving cock in my ass. Never with Jake, even with the meth, did I want to be fucked. Now, I wanted it. No. I needed it. I rose up, and saw a sad look come across Jamal’s face. “It’s okay…” I slid back down, taking him all the way in again. I did this several times, but it wasn’t enough. “Jamal. Son. I need you…” He seemed to know, without me saying anything more. “Get on your back dad. Lift those legs up and show me that hole.” I moved fast, pulling off his cock. I’d never felt my hole like this, gaping open, but needing more. I got on my back and lifted my legs. My right arm brushed the bag of meth and my brain screamed, “More.” I immediately grabbed it, Jamal starting to say, “Are you…” I tossed it at him, not being able to get my hands steady. “Big one boy, oh fuck, what the hell… I need you to fuck me, hard. He grabbed a rock, bigger than the first after I shook my head for his first two choices. “You are such a fucking pig Dad. I’m going to enjoy this.” He leisurely lubed his cock, seeing my need and smiling. I couldn’t stop myself and jammed fingers in my hole. “Fuck me son, please. Fuck your dad’s hole. Take me down.” He yanked my fingers out and immediately jammed three fingers up my hole, with the rock leading the way. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, son, fucking do me. Hard.” He yanked his fingers out and slammed in to me, balls deep. The rock hit my inner hole and scraped it hard, creating a new pain. He immediately pulled out, slammed all the way back in and spit on my face. “You wanted this dad, fucking take it.” He slammed in and out, after the third time, he battered the inner hole open, and his huge cock head entered that deep part of me. “Nooooo…. Please….” He yelled at me, “Look at me, dad. Look into my eyes.” He had to slap me once before I did it. “I’m going to take you down, make you realize that you can be a man and a bitch. Is that what you want? What you need?” “Fuck you son, do it.” He then spit in my open mouth and preceded to fuck me like a cheap whore. After three minutes of brutal fucking he told me, “Here cums your first load Dad. Take my load.” He slammed balls deep one more time and began firing several ropes of cum in me. The rest of the night was filled with Jamal fucking me in every position he could think of, and some I’d never even though of. By the time he was done, he’d dumped 7 loads up my hole. The last load had me face down and ass up on the floor, staring in the mirror. He took a picture of my hole, gaping wide and leaking his white cum down my crack. He tossed the phone to me as he slid his fingers in me. “Oh fuck dad, you’re so loose and full of my cum. This is so fucking hot.” I was lost in the haze of the brutal fucking he had delivered to me over the last hours that I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. I looked to the side, seeing that he had three fingers easily in my hole. “Fuck dad, I bet…” I watched as he pulled out the three fingers and then slid back in with 4 fingers. I moaned, the remnant of the meth still making me want my hole used. He kept this up, pulling the fingers out and pushing them back in. “Nooo.” He saw me looking at him. He slid his fingers out, pushing them back in all the way, harder then before. “Nooo? What are you saying dad? Your hole is not saying now.” He pulled out again, this time leaving his fingers out. “Nooo. Please, oh fuck, I…” He touched my hole, rubbing the lips, tormenting me as he said, “I’m ready to stop, unless… You want more don’t you?” He continued the rubbing, causing me to whimper. He slid in my hole a bit, but quickly pulled them out. “Please, don’t…” He held up the bag of meth, dangling it in my face. “What’s my dad want? Tell me dad. Use your dirty little mouth. All you have to say is, “Please.” I looked at the meth, knowing if I gave into the craving for more, I’d also give into the deeper desire, the deeper fear. I tried to fight, his fingers were still at and then in my hole. “Noooo, I, fuuuu…” I lost. “Please.” His smile was huge. He had broken me. I’d never been broken down this way. “Please, give me more.” He made me watch as he slowly opened the bag, poured the rocks onto the bed next to me and said, “You choose.” Knowing that I’d just given up the fight to resist the dark desire, I chose a huge rock. He put the rest back in the bag and threw it out of both our reach. He gently reached down and took the rock from me. He got off the bed, moved in front of me and knelt down to see me face-to face. There was nothing but gentle care in his eyes. “Das, I’m so proud of you. You took my dick like a fucking champion. I loved everything I did to you. I love you.” He leaned and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss. He pulled away. “I don’t know for sure what you want. But I’m open to doing whatever you want. You helped me learn who I am, and I want to do that for you. But if you are scared, I want you to know you can stop. WE can stop here.” I closed my eyes, the words sinking into my brain. This boy, my boy, was willing to let me change my mind. I knew if I changed my mind, I’d never do this again. I’d regret it. I was tired of living with regret. I opened my eyes. “Please. Let’s do this.” He smiled, “You sure?” I nodded, and said, “Fuck son, I’m sure as I’ll ever be. I love you. I trust you. Don’t hurt me.” He smiled, “I’ll never hurt you again.” He kissed me again, got up, and moved behind me. “Dad, I’m going to record this for us. I want to be able to watch this with you. Is that okay?” I could only nod my head. He ran out of the room, and came back in quickly, with a tripod. He took only a minute to get his phone all setup, on the right side of the bed. I watched as he moved back to the bed, grabbing the lube and squirted some on my crack and then pushed some in me. He picked up the shard, held it close to the camera and said, “You chose this one, dad.” I felt him move his fingers, now lubed up again, and press the shard to my hole. “I want yo hear you dad. Tell me what you want me to do.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, resisting the urge to push back for the rock. I opened my eyes, met his in the mirror, and focused all of my energy into my words. “I need you to slide that big shard of meth into me. Shove it deep in my hole…” I couldn’t bring myself to say more. “Then what dad? If you need the meth in you, what else? I need to hear you say it.” This time there was no negative in his voice. He was being true to my needs. “I… I want you to… I need you to…” the tears came in a wave. I couldn’t hold them back. Jamal pulled his hand way and said, “It’s okay dad. We’re done…” Through the tears I responded, “No. I need this.” He paused, the rock hanging in midair. “I need you to shove that huge rock of meth up my ass. I need you to do that so I…” I fought the panic. “I need you to do that so I can get what I need. Your fist in my hole. I want you to fist fuck my hole.” “I need that, son.” “I need it to be you.” He looked at my face in the mirror. He nodded his head and said, “I love you, dad.” I watched him lube again and then his fingers touched my hole. I felt my hole open at his touch. The shard scraped, but I was ready for it. He slid all four fingers in deep. He held the shard in deep and I moaned as the burning began. I gently moved back and forth, riding his four fingers gently. As the burn intensified, the need kicked in in my brain. He saw and felt the change take place. “You stay still, let me do the work.” He pulled his fingers out, immediately eliciting a moan from me. My hole was hungry. He lubed his entire hand, and half his arm. His black hand and arm were now almost entirely white from the lube. He cupped his four fingers and then tucked his thumb in. He slowly entered my hole, pushing forward gently. My hole stretched as he moved inward. “Stop moving, dad.” I hadn’t realized that I was pushing backwards. He reached the widest part of his hand, resting there to let me get used to it. I looked back, noticing he had a phone in his left hand. The phone o the tripod was also still going. I nodded my head, “Please. Open my hole. Give me your hand.” I watched him slowly rotate his arm, his hand twisting my hole open gently. I moaned, never thinking I’d be in this position. Watching as my nephew, now my son, on the edge of putting his hand in my ass. With that thought running through my head, I felt it starting. I moaned again, and heard Jamal quietly say, “I’m in dad.” With those words and the endorphins rushing through my body, and the meth also, my entire body went into heaven. I felt a fullness I’d never imagined, and my hole was wider then I’d ever dreamed of. I felt it coming, and Jamal did as well. My body was about to go into shock. “Breath dad. It’s going to be okay. Breathe.” I tried, but the fear and panic were almost too much. “Look at me dad, please. Stay with me. Follow my voice. Breathe.” I took a breath, which only seemed to intensify the fear. It was only when Jamal told me, “Breathe out dad. You’ve got to breathe,” that I realized what was happening. I let the breath out. The pressure reduced. “Again, dad. You’re doing fine.” I took another breath, this one a bit deeper. As I let it out, I felt my body start to relax. As soon as the body began to relax, the brain took over. “Oh fuck, it’s… you’ve… oh fuck…” Jamal smiled and said, “That’s a lot of words dad. Just breathe.” I did, and after a good two minutes, I was able to utter a full sentence. “I love you Jamal.” “I love you too. You wanna see?” This question created a bit of stress, and he again calmed me down. When I thought I was ready, I said, “Show me.” He set the video up and moved slightly, causing me to groan as the movement transferred into my hole. “Fuck, sorry.” He laid the phone down and I groaned as my movement to the phone caused him to slide in deeper. I watched the video, listening to my sounds and watching first the rock disappear and then his hand. “I can’t believe. Your hand. It’s in me.” He nodded and said, “For a top, you sure know how to open up. Wanna feel it?” I nodded my head and he moved a little, picked up my left hand and brought it back. “Feel your hole dad, it’s wrapped around my wrist. You did it.” I felt the lips of my hole, wrapped around his wrist. I moaned in a deep pleasure. The darkness in my brain took over, craving more. I felt his wrist, feeling where it disappeared into my hole. I traced a little up his arm. “Oh, fucking hell. You fisted my hole.” He nodded his head, smiling briefly. He froze when he felt it. “Dad, what…” I drowned his words with my moaning. I pushed backwards slowly, feeling his hand and arm going deeper. In all my years of fucking, I never imagined being on my hands and knees, with an arm half-way up my ass. Now? It felt like the right thing.

I pref the strangers jizz to the fuck buds. I can be a dirty slut without my fun hurting those I care about… the only exception is those bros into the same.

Absolutely... unfortunately most wives are very vanilla... and not into crazy stuff at all... It sucks. Worse is, I think a lot of them would embrace a lot more out there stuff with some other guy they were cheating with than their own husbands.

I can't imagine sucking cock and NOT swallowing. Eating cum is the whole point of being a Cocksucker.

Nice!!!! Don't you love just being used like that?

This part really made me shoot my load - his friend fingering in poz seed into his freshly pozzed hole! Love my own arse being fingered and can only imagine how good it would feel to have poz seed fingered in after a fuck! 😈☣️💦

So today I hooked up with 3 guys. Not bad for a married man. My wife is a heavy sleeper so I was looking online for a guy early this morning like 1:00 a.m. . I found a guy that I had played with before, Young, black, poz, bareback. He invited me to his place 15 minutes away and we had quite a rough and raw session. It ended with him cuming in my ass and when I cleaned off his cock, he rubbed it all over my face. So I drove home and got home around 3:00 a.m. and the wife was still asleep. Next, on Wednesday mornings my wife goes out with some friends including lunch so I made arrangements to go to my really hot buddy's house. White guy with a 9 inch and thick cock. He fucked me raw for 2 hours straight. He came really deep in me. Then I came home and did some things around the house to make it look like I was working here all day. Then this afternoon I was on an app again and saw a guy I've been talking with wanting to get together with. He says he's dom and likes the top and fuck raw. So I chatted with him again and he invited me over. After I worshiped his cock and edged him, he flipped me over and pounded my ass then he came deep in me. I felt at least 12 pulses of his cock in me loading me up. He said that he shoots huge loads when he's edged. We will definitely get together again soon. Not bad for an older married guy!

It boggles my mind that there's a question of choice here. There is no choice. Swallowing is the choice. Good cocksuckers know to swallow because it's part of the job and their reward for the hard work. I know if you're going down on me and it's good you don't have other options. It's a matter of survival. When I'm forcing your head further down and unload between skull fucking sadistic thrusts, it's a question of how badly you want to breathe. Swallow and take every last drop or drown and swirl out while I finish off anyway? 🧐 🤔 😈

Long time lurker here and recently been more of a bottom. Back in september I moved from NY to Fort Lauderdale Florida and started getting more into sex with men regularly. Originally I was not on PREP so always used condoms. This morning I was going for my normal morning bike ride and a grinder buddy hit me up that he was horny before work. We've met once before but it was only for oral sex. He didn't have alot of time so I arrived in my biking gear and stripped naked for him, he's strictly a top so I was ready to take his cock. We started to play and he slipped on a condom and worked his cock into my ass. Someway through the condom must have broken, he noticed and asked if I wanted to put another one on. I figured he was already fucking me bare so might as well continue. He continued to fuck me for like 10 more minutes bare before picking up the pace and pounding me deep before cumming deep inside my ass. This would be my first bare load in my ass in many years. I then continued my bike ride with his cum in my hole and could feel it leaking out occasionally. I guess with him now no more condoms in the future.

As Bishop Jacob penetrated my cum filled high school linebacker hole, he graciously asked me, “Michael, will you accept your brothers in Christ in their deepest sin?” He was so kind. Seriously, he hadn’t even pushed the full head of his dick inside me before he asked. I mean, his big muscular body was right there in front of the weightlifting bench I sat on, kneeling. yeah, his mask was still on, which I have to say was super cool. I don’t know where his loincloth was, but that was okay. Bishop Jacob didn’t need to wear a loincloth with us. Like he said, we were son’s of Adam. So of course Bishop Jacob could share his sin with me. With my back against the long bench top, I pulled my thick legs up with my hands, exposing my young dirty hole. “Yes, Bishop. I will take all my brother’s sins,” Bishop Jacob smirked as his more than ample dick thrust up inside my young ass. “Penitent Michael, you are very robust and healthy.” he said with a kind smile. I felt a rush of warmth. This was Bishop Jacob! Man! He was so jacked, so muscular, such an impressive masculine specimen. He was telling ME that I was robust and healthy. Oh man, I was so lucky. I pulled my big legs up further so he could fuck me deeper. I was here to take his sin, and damn… he really had to give me all of it or I was not doing my my job. “Bishop Jacob, please let me take you.” I said eagerly as he thrust into me. “Penitent Michael, my sin is greater than you have seen before. Even greater than Elder Robert. Would you accept such sin? I would not burden you if you cannot bear the weight, “. Bishop Jacob breathed as he pushed into me with his full, heavy manhood. But I was 18, I was ready, I could take the mantle of what the church required. I know my burden was the full weight that Christ bore for mankind. “Yes!! yes!!! I will accept your sin, Bishop Jacob, as Penitent Brian has before me, I will take your burden, may you live relieved.” I cried out. I felt Bishoip Jacob thrust for ten seconds more. “Take it…take the sin. You are annointed in Christ.” He gasped thrusting deeply into me, and I felt a warm fullness. I opened my eyes and saw Brian smiling across from me. I felt so lucky that Bishop Jacob was anointing me personally with his holy fluid. I was interrupted in my holy reverence by his stupid jock commentary. “DUDE, Isn’t this the best!!!!???” Of course, he’d just got fucked by his dad, an elder, AFTER BISHOP JACOB’S HOLY SEED, but I wasn’t going to utter a single complaint. I had to smile too. “I’m annointed.” I said. “Me too! Bishop Jacob annointed me too!” Brian laughed. “Dude, we’re unstoppable!!!!!” Damn, Brian was just incredible. He was so amazing. I know when my team met his at state we would lose, but that was okay. As Brian’s dad put his robe back on I watched Brian reach back and stick a finger in his ass. “Oh man, Mike, I have so much seed inside me. Did you get a lot too?” He asked. I reached down and put a finger inside myself like Brian had done. I was sore down there, but I felt a warm, soupy slop about half a finger in. “Oh yeah.” I agreed, going a little deeper. “Wow. That’s so cool.” Atter the ceremony we were all brought back to the dark, candlelit room where we once again knelt in our jockstraps. I looked around and saw Danny Lopez, and the twins Tim and Frank Dexter. They were smiling, just like Brian and me. “You may not speak of this sacred ceremony to anyone outside of this room.” Bishop Jacob said. “If you are very fortunate, in one week, or two, the Holy Spirit will enter you. You must tell an Elder immediately when you feel it happening.” I prayed that the Holy Spirit would take me. I felt strong. ************ Two weeks later, neither Brian nor I had felt the Holy Spirit. I was so disappointed, because Danny Lopez got the Holy Spirit and Frank Dexter did too. Even now they were in the Temple Sanctum receiving the rites. I was over at Brian’s house commiserating with him about our bad luck. “Dude, what if we never get the Holy Spirit?” I asked him for the fifth time. He looked up from his homework with a scowl. “Mike, bro… just stop worrying about it.” He brushed his long wavy hair back from his face. “Maybe we’re not sinful enough.” I sighed. “Why should the Holy Spirit bother wasting its time on us?” He pointed one of his big fingers at me. “That’s bullshit.” He said in his deep voice. Brian would always utter profanities when he was frustrated. Not me though. Sure, I thought them, which was bad enough, but speaking them out loud was a whole different level. But Brian was way more confident than I was. “Of course we’re not sinful and you know Elder Peter said that is not the way. We are not to seek out sin, that when the Lord has need of us, sin will appear before us and only then can we help the sinners.” I should my head. “But that’s what I mean! All we do is go to school, come home, go to Temple. How are we supposed to take sin from the world if we never see any?” Now that made Brian raise his dark, perfect eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s a problem, isn’t it?” He raked his hair back again and shrugged. “Maybe we could go out and share the word with others, like the Missionaries do.” “But, we’re not supposed to until we become consecrated in the Temple.” I said. “We’re not Missionaries yet.” “Yeah, I know.” My big friend replied. “We gotta do something though, right?” I couldn’t argue with his logic. I just shrugged and nodded. “Meet me after practice tomorrow. Catch the bus to my school, and we’ll walk home. If the Lord provides, we have to listen, right?” He asked. Brian always knew how to work out a problem. I smiled, feeling better. “That’s right, Bri! Okay, let’s do it!” ***************** I was antsy and nervous during practice. I told my parents that I was meeting Brian after school and I’d be home for dinner at 7:00. As we walked through the neighborhood by Brian’s school, we knocked on doors. We didn’t get a single answer. “I guess no one is home from work yet.” I said as we walked up the sidewalk to the 13th house. That was okay. Like Brian said, if we were meant to serve He would show us. Brian rang the door bell and we stood side by side. I tried not to be nervous so I made sure my black tie and white shirt were in place. Brian and I had put on our best clothes to look like the Missionaries that we were trying to be. The door opened and a somewhat muscular man with short brown hair answered. “Oh hell no.” He said and slammed the door shut immediately. “Brian, did you see that?” I asked. “He was naked! And he had tattoos all over.” The man hadn’t worn a single stitch of clothing to answer the door. “Yeah, bro. He’s a sinner for sure. This is it, man. We have to try harder.” Brian said with confidence. He rang the doorbell again. The door jerked back open after a few seconds. The man stood there fully exposed in the open door, scowling. “I don’t have time for your bullshit.” He said. “I’m working. I don’t want to hear about God, or being saved, or the Kingdom of Heaven. Go bug someone else.” He started moving back to shut the door. Inspiration hit me. “We’re here to help. Put us to work.” I said, proud of my cleverness. “Really?” The man smirked, stopping. He leaned his elbow against the door jamb and crossed one ankle over the other. I couldn’t help but notice his penis was hard and wet. “What would you do?” Brian smiled. “Anything you need, really. We’re out in the community to serve.” The man’s smile widened. “Oh anything?” “Yes sir! We’re young and strong. We can do whatever you need us to do.” I replied, attempting to mimic Brian’s confidence. This is what it was all about, reaching the sinners, showing them a better way through our actions when words would not work. The man moved back from the doorway. “Then by all means, come in.” Brian moved first, and I followed. Oh man, this was it, and my stomach was doing flip flops. I knew Brian had to be just as nervous, but you would never be able to tell. We both outsized the man by a good bit, Brian with his huge shoulders at 6’4” and me only slightly smaller at 6’3”, so the man had to be just under 6 foot tall, and about 50 pounds lighter than our meaty 240+ pounds. The man looked to be about 30 years old, and handsome in the way some old men were. We followed the man down a hallway to one of the bedrooms which was very well lit with a few lights that were mounted on stands pointing at a small couch covered in fabric. “Why don’t you two have a seat.” He said, moving over behind a video camera. “Let’s just get some preliminary stuff out of the way. State your names, and your age.” “I’m Mike Robertson, and I just turned 18 two weeks ago.” I said, smiling. “I’m Brian Gallegos, and I just turned 18 three weeks ago.” Brian followed. “And what brings you here today?” The man asked. “We were out in the neighborhood to serve the community for God, sir.” Brian answered, sitting up with a proud forward thrust of his muscular chest. “Well that’s nice.” The man replied conversationally. “And how are you serving the community today?” “We’re here to help you with your work, sir.” I answered. “Yes you are. See, it’s just pure luck that my scheduled model chickened out today. I was going to do some solo content instead and that’s what you caught me in the middle of by knocking on my door. So today, you’ll be my models. Is that okay?” He asked. I looked at Brian. “Models?” He said, shocked. “You want us to be models?” “That’s right. My subscribers love to see pure, wholesome good looking young men like you.” I couldn’t believe our luck. Brian was definitely handsome enough to be a model, and I wasn’t ugly by any stretch. “Is that something you’re willing to do?” The man asked. “For legal purposes, I have to hear you agree explicitly.” “Yes!” Both Brian and I said in unison. “Excellent. Now, what do you two do for work?” He asked. “My viewers would like to get to know you a little bit. I have a feeling you’ll be very popular.” “We don’t have jobs.” Brian answered. “We’re still in school, and after we graduate we’ll get sent on our Mission.” “Are you excited about that?” The man asked. “Wait, still in school?” I nodded. “I go to West Campus High, and Brian goes to Reagan High. We play football, and with schoolwork that doesn’t leave a lot of time for a job.” “And you’re both 18 years old? I have to confirm that. Can you tell me your birthdates?” So Brian and I rattled off our birthdays. “What position do you boys play?” He asked. “We’re both linebackers.” Brian answered. “We play defense.” “Nice, I bet you’re really good. You definitely have the size. Why don’t you stand up and do a flex pose.” the man said as his hand went down to stroke his large penis. I could understand, he was a sinner, that’s what sinners do, they touch themselves. Brian and I stood up, and did a double bicep pose, side by side, which of course pulled our shirts up out of our belted waistbands. “How about you take off your shirts, so we can see who’s bigger?” This was what modeling was all about. I grinned at Brian who seemed just as eager. We took off our shirts and ties and laid them carefully on our bags. “Now, same pose, and smile.” We smiled as the man moved to another camera and the flash went off. “Excellent. You two are naturals. Very photogenic. Usually models need makeup and a lot of coaching. It’s nice to work with two young men that are natural professionals.” My heart sped up and I looked over to Brian. “This could be our big break, Bri!” I said. Brian’s smile fell. “Don’t be prideful Mike. Besides, that’s not why we’re here. If it happens, that’s what the Lord wills. But don’t lose our purpose. We’re here to help this sinner.” He said all of this in a whisper. “Okay, turn to face each other, same pose. Get closer. Closer. Get right up in each other’s face, like two MMA fighters.” The man prompted. Brian was right, he always was. I know what the man was asking for, we’d seen the face-offs they did just after the weigh-ins. I moved forward and leaned against Brian, touching my nose to his, our lips just a half inch apart, staring into his eyes with a serious intent. “Mike, move your elbow out a little, so we can see your faces…yes, like that, perfect. Hold it there.” Brian and I breathed into each others’ face while the man snapped more pictures. “Okay, relax.” He said, moving back over to the video camera. “It’s too bad you don’t have your sports gear.” He said, looking down at the screen. “All I have is my jock and socks in my bag, have to wash them.” I said. “Yeah, me too.” Brian said. “How about we get some shots of that then? I think you’re both more the sports model type.” That made sense. Brian thought so too because he reached down to unzip his bag while I did the same. We stood up with our jocks and looked around. “It’s okay to change here.” The man said, obviously understanding our unspoken question. “there’ll be a lot of footage today that we can’t use, that’s what casting interviews are for.” Brian and I quickly took off our shoes, socks, pants and underwear and started to put on our jocks. “Let’s put your socks on first.” The man directed. “Actually, Mike, why don’t you dress Brian.” So I knelt down on one knee in front of Brian and he handed me his socks. “Brian, shift your weight to your left leg, hip out. Hold your jock in your left hand. I need a grin while you look down at Mike. Flex the muscles on your left leg. Mike, start putting Brian’s sock on and then look up at his face. That’s perfect! You’re doing great. Arch your back a little, a little more…there.” This modeling stuff was really easy. I didn’t even mind Brian’s junk right in my face. That wouldn’t have been professional. I could feel the cold air breezing over my sin hole, and I hoped it being exposed like that wouldn’t ruin the shot. I’m sure the camera could see right up inside my guts. “Now shift over to your right leg, Brian, and place your left foot on Mike’s leg, like you’re a Roman conqueror.” That made Brian’s grin widen. “Brian, can you put your hand under Mike’s chin, like you’re lifting his face up to look at you? Yes, good, hold that pose.” “I’m going to get a close up. Mike, open your lips just slightly while you look at Brian. He’s your hero, okay? He’s proven he’s stronger, and you are completely enthralled.” This guy was good, he knew how to make what would probably be just a stupid picture into true art. So, even though Brian’s penis was an inch from my mouth, I did my best. I made sure to lick my lips a bit so they weren’t dry while I put on my best face of adoration to my hero. That wasn’t hard to do, Brian was absolutely amazing. “Perfect, wow, you two … I’ve never worked with better models.” The man said. “You’ve take a classic pose from a Master like Michaelangelo and made it even better!” “Okay finish getting dressed, then we’ll do some bodybuilding poses.” Brian and I quickly threw on our jocks, and made sure our football socks were pulled up over our calves. After ten minutes of various poses in our jockstraps, some of them with Brian and I play wrestling, the man told us to sit back down on the couch. He should probably get a new couch, there were all sorts of stains on it. “Oh, Brian, I dropped a pen behind the couch there this morning, could you get it for me?” The man asked. “Yeah, sure.” Brian answered immediately, then he turned around and knelt on the couch to climb up and reach over the back. I stopped myself from laughing. His legs were spread out and there was his smooth, hairless sin hole pointing right at everyone. “Just mooning the whole world.” I snickered. The man laughed. “Well, go ahead and moon the whole world too, might as well.” He said. I laughed and mirrored Brian’s position, making sure my cheeks were spread wide open like his. “Why don’t you give Brian a smack on the ass?” The man said. So I did. I looked over at him and grinned. He laughed and smacked me back. “Good, sit back down. Did you find the pen, Brian?” He asked. “It must have rolled under. I couldn’t see it.” Brian said. “I’ll have to get another one. Okay, any questions you want to ask?” The naked man asked. I raised my hand. “Go ahead, Mike.” “You have a lot of tattoos. Did they hurt?” I asked. “Some of them. Most don’t though, it depends on what part of the body.” He answered. I decided to just go ahead. “The one that goes down your stomach to your penis. Did that one hurt?” “The scorpion? Yeah, that one hurt a little. It’s very sensitive down there.” He answered. I liked his honesty. I’d never get a tattoo, they were forbidden. Marking yourself was sinful. “Why a scorpion?” Brian chimed in. The man hesitated. “This tattoo is something you get when you join a very special brotherhood. It’s not for everyone. It symbolizes how the scorpion injects its prey with venom.” That sounded very cultish and sinful. So I just said it. “That sounds cultish and sinful.” The man smiled. “Oh yeah, it’s VERY cultish and sinful.” Brian looked at me and I knew just what he was thinking. “Are you part of that brotherhood?” He asked the man. The man came out from behind the video camera. “Answers require payment. For this answer, you have to touch the scorpion. Both of you.” He walked over beside us and stood there looking down. Brian reached out first and ran his hand down the man’s stomach, then onto his penis, which was a good 8 inches long. He as always more daring than I was. After Brian was done, I reached out. I was surprised that the tattoo wasn’t rough, it felt just like regular skin. I don’t know why I had always thought tattoos would be like tree bark. I slowly felt my way down until my hand covered his now hard penis. But my hands were big enough, of course, at my size, and I could wrap my fist entirely around its girth. I looked up at him to see him smiling. He had nice muscles even if they were all covered with tattoos. “It feels normal.” I said, continuing to run my hand over the entire tattoo from his shaft up to his navel. “I could tell you the secret, but you have to pay first.” He said. I looked over at Brian, who nodded with a serious look. I looked back up. “Okay.” I said. He looked indecisive. “Have either of you had sex before?” I shook my head. Brian spoke up. “No, we are saving ourselves for marriage, for our wives.” “Well, the payment for the secret might be difficult for you. Each of you must take my penis in your mouth all the way down. The scorpion’s tail has to be fully covered by your lips. Can you do that? You don’t have to, and I won’t force you.” “Mike, we have to. This is the sin we were sent here to take.” Brian said from behind me. “It’s not wrong if the Lord sent us here.” Again, I couldn’t argue with Brian’s logic. And if we did it together we’d be helping each other, as well as this sinner. I nodded up to the man. “Okay, you first. You have to let it into your throat.” he grasped my chin in his hand and signaled for me to open up my mouth. I did and felt his warm, thick member push inside. He got about halfway and I gagged, but he held me there. “Easy. Easy. Relax. Relax your jaw.” I had a couple tears rolling down my face from gagging, but I knew I could do this. I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed forward. I was thankful that the man shaved his private parts so I didn’t have to bury my face in his pubes. “Almost there.” He said pulling my head forward. I felt my the tightness in my throat give and the last few inches sunk in all the way as he pressed his abdomen firmly against my nose. I chukked suddenly and pulled off, my thick saliva dripping over my chin. “You did really good. I think you’re right, you were sent here for this purpose. How else could you do something that difficult?” The main praised. I tried not to feel proud, but it did feel like everything about today was meant to happen, and it was not difficult at all, even the casting photo shoot was easy. “Now your turn, big Brian. Remember, both of you have to complete this task, or I can’t tell you the secret.” “I wasn’t going to chicken out.” Brian said. “If Mike can do it, I can.” And Brian put his money where his mouth was..or I guess it was the other way around. Hah. It sure was something watching that pretty big penis stretch out Brian’s lips as it slid in. Brian hadn’t even wiped my spit off of it, so I guess that helped. Brian didn’t gag at all, and the man’s penis sunk all the way to his testicles, looking like a snake crawling inside a hole. And because Brian was a show off, he winked at me and pulled off then went back down a couple more times, all the way from tip to root. He finished with a noisy slurp and a grin. “Told ya, I’m better than you at almost everything.” Yeah, Brian was always right. But I wasn’t jealous, it was true. It was one of the reasons I looked up to him. He got offered a scholarship at A&M a week before I was offered mine. He had more tackles, more sacks, more interceptions, more yards. He was a beast on the field, and off. If I made an A he made an A+. The man looked at Brian with a curious smile. “Well, a promise is a promise. Like the scorpion, I have a venom I inject. Have you heard the story of the Frog and the Scorpion trying to cross the river?” I shook my head. “Well, one day a scorpion was walking around, looking for prey. He was very hungry, and he came to a river. Well, scorpions don’t swim, and he knew he would drown, but there wasn’t anything for him to eat on this side. He had to get across. He noticed a frog sitting in the mud nearby and said ‘Mr Frog, will you take me across the river?’ And the frog said ‘No, you’ll sting me and I’ll become your prey.’ The scorpion shook his head emphatically and said ‘no, I wouldn’t do that. I promise. I just need to get across, then you can go on your way.’ The frog thought about it, and said ‘okay, but please don’t sting me.’ And he let the scorpion climb up on his back and they set out across the river. They had gone halfway when the frog felt a burning stick into his back. ‘Why did you sting me?’ The frog cried. ‘Now I will die and you will drown.’ The scorpion just shrugged and said ‘I know, but it’s my nature.’ And the river carried them both away.” I looked across the man’s still hard and wet penis at Brian, who was looking strangely at the scorpion tattoo. Of course he figured it out before I did. “Your dick is the scorpion’s stinger?” He asked. The man reached out and stroked Brian’s long hair. “Yes, that’s the secret. My cum is a poison that I give to others, especially little frogs like you two. It’s my nature.” Brian looked at me and I saw it in his eyes before he said it. “We are pure, and if that’s what you want, we can take this sin from you.” It felt right, just like the night of our manhood ceremony. “We are supposed to take the sin of the world, from sinners like you so that you can get rid of it and be pure too.” I agreed. The man shook his head. “Is that what you think will happen? I’m not on meds, and have a pretty high viral load. You want my dirty poz cum inside you?” Brian nodded. He always set such a good example for all the rest of us, never shying away from the more difficult tasks, the first to step up. “Say yes, you want my dirty poz cum in your tight jock boy ass.” The man said aggressively. “Yes sir, I want your dirty poz cum in my tight jock boy ass.” Brian repeated with a glazed look in his eyes. Oh man, my best friend was going to do the Lord’s work with everything he had. If this didn’t bring the Holy Spirit to him, I don’t know what would. I saw a bead of clear liquid drop from the slit in the head of the man’s penis when it jumped at Brian’s words. “Mike, why don’t you grab the video camera?” he said. “Brian, lay back on the couch and pull your legs up.” I went to get the camera off it’s tripod and came over to them. By the time I came back over, Brian was leaned back and had his hands hooked behind his knees with his legs spread. His jockstrap pouch seemed to be straining to hold back his big testicles and large penis. Brian had a penis like his dad, super thick and kinda long. “Okay Mike, focus on Brian’s face first, then slowly bring the camera down to his ass.” This was definitely a sin. Wow, we were right in the middle of it, right where we needed to be to do our God given task. “This was a good call, buddy.” I encouraged Brian. “I’m so glad I let you talk me into this.” I saw Brian nod in the viewfinder. “Like I said Mike, you and me, we make a great team.” I pulled in tight on Brian’s dirty hole, where sin went, and where it left. He was hairless and smooth, and his hole was super tight. “Looking good, Bri.” I said. “Good thing I showered after practice.” He joked. “I didn’t know my ass was going to be the star of the show.” I laughed. Then the man moved up between Brian’s cheeks and rubbed his penis up and down Brian’s meaty, muscly crack, leaving behind a slimy trail of the fluid coming from the tip. The man stroked his penis once with tight fingers, forcing more of the liquid out of the tip which he rubbed directly onto Brian’s sin hole. “Man, he’s covering your sin hole with his poison, Bri. Do you feel anything yet?” I asked. “Nothing yet. It might take a bit.” Brian answered calmly. “That’s right, I’m going to fuck your tight little jock hole full of my poison seed, Brian. That’s what you want me to do, right?” “Yes sir. I need it. Give me as much as you can.” Brian’s manly, deep voice sounded so sure and definite. It didn’t sound so sure and definite when the man’s thick penis forced its way into my best friend. He grunted in a not so manly way. “Does it hurt, Bri?” I asked. “Fuck! Fuck yes it hurts!” He growled out through clenched teeth. “It feels like he’s ripping me apart.” “I might be.” The man said in a calm voice. “Do you want me to stop?” “No! Keep going.” Brian managed, trying to catch his breath. “Oooooooohhh, UNGH!” I couldn’t believe Brian was taking the man’s entire penis, but there it was on camera, sliding up my best friend’s stretched hole until you couldn’t see any part of the scorpion’s tail. The man began thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out and shoving it back in again, making Brian whine and moan in pain. “Nice. That feels so nice. Do you like how it feels, Brian?” The man asked. “Ungh, no, it’s awful.” Brian writhed, his head arching back with every deep ramming thrust. “Yeah? But it’s what you wanted, right?” “Yes, yes it’s what I want.” “So you like it when it hurts?” “No. I wish it didn’t, but I can take it.” “Good boy. It shouldn’t hurt so much pretty soon. It usually only hurts at first. Let me slow down.” And the tattooed man went slower, and not as deep every time. Soon, Brian wasn’t grunting with pain, and instead was just moaning a little bit as the man pushed up inside him. “Oh, man, it’s so deep.” he said. “It feels so huge.” “Your hole is so tight, Brian. Such a nice, tight, smooth straight boy jock hole. Do you like girls, Brian?” He asked. It seemed like a weird question. “Yeah. Mmmm. I like girls.” “Do you jack off to girls? Fantasize about them?” Brian’s body had relaxed, and I had pulled the focus out so I could get the man, Brian’s ass, and his body in the shot. Brian’s big meaty pecs were bouncing with each of the man’s deep thrusts. “I don’t touch myself, but I think about girls all the time. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.” Brian answered in a breathy, moaning voice. He sounded so different from the Brian I knew. “You’ve never jacked off?” “No, that would be sinful.” Brian said. “Only when I’m married, and my wife will take care of that need.” “Such a good boy.” The man said. “Well, I’m going to give the good boy his reward. Do you want me to cum inside you, Brian? I need to share my dirty seed with you.” Brian nodded, that fervent glazed look in his eyes. “Yes, yes pump your dirty seed inside me, sir. Don’t stop until you’ve shot all of it.” And I watched the man’s thrusts get faster as he prepared to let his poison semen flow up inside my friend. “Ungh, Mike, focus down on Brian’s ass, quick. I’m gonna cum.” And I did as he asked, making sure to get everything nice and centered just before the man pulled his penis out and a thick glob of white semen spat out onto Brian’s hole, then the man pushed his penis back inside all the way and stroked it in and out. I just knew Brian was pulling out all the dirty sin this man had in thick ropes of heavy poison seed, taking it into himself to purify it. Finally, after almost a minute the man stopped moving. “Okay Mike, stay right there, I’m going to pull out, and we’ll see how much I put in there.” I managed to nod while keeping the camera still. He slowly withdrew his still swollen penis until just the head remained, then it slipped out. Just behind it, Brian’s hole released a small river of the man’s seed, but then Brian clenched down and stopped the flow. The man took the camera from me. “Mike, go sit by Brian. Brian, keep your legs up like that.” So I sat in close to my best friend. He gave me a grin. “I did it, bro.” His handsome face said with a smile. I smiled back. “Mike, some of my cum fell out, could you reach down there and try to get as much of it back inside Brian as you can? He wanted all of it.” That was true. And Brian smiled. So I bent over his spread legs and looked down. By now I was a pro at knowing not to block the camera. So I reached down to the small pool of seed on the couch cushion and tried to scoop it up, getting most of it on my fingers. I brought it to Brian’s hole and tried to gently push it inside. “It’s okay Bro, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You can go in more.” Brian said. So I forced my two fingers into him and twisted them around. Then I pulled them back out and rubbed up the underside of his crack until I had another scoop and I pushed that in. Brian’s hole seemed to stay open a little as I did it, and I could see down inside him. He was pink inside, and deep, but I definitely saw a nice pool of dirty seed down there. “There’s a lot in there Brian.” I told him. He took his hands off his knees, but didn’t lower his legs. He reached up and raked his long hair back, flexing his muscles as he did it. “Reach down in there bro, see if you can get it to go deeper.” he said. I looked up at the man, who nodded. I pushed my two biggest fingers into my best friend and tried to work the seed in deeper, making my bro moan while he flexed his muscles. “Aw man, that actually feels good. It was all achey and sore, but that’s nice, bro.” “I got you, man.” I told him with a smile as I worked. After about 30 seconds, the man said “Okay, wow, you both did an incredible job today. Thanks for coming by.” I noticed the tattooed man had thrown on some baggy shorts and a tank top while I was taking care of Brian’s aches. I guess we were done. I looked at my watch, and it was only 5:15. Brian and I both got dressed again in our school clothes this time, not our church clothes. We wouldn’t be going to any more houses today. Brian turned to the man and held out his hand. “Thank you sir, for letting us share with you today. You’ve done a good thing for your soul.” Brian was always the one who knew the right thing to say. I was just gonna say ‘bye’. “Well, if you want to stop by tomorrow, I might have some friends who need you to help them. Would you want to do that?” The man asked. Brian looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Sir, that would be awesome!” he said. “We can be here at the same time. We’d love to minister to your friends.” As we were walking out the door and down the sidewalk Brian smacked me on the back. “Dude, that was amazing. I felt like I was doing the Lord’s work. This might be my calling.” I smiled. “You think so?” I asked. We just started. I had to admit though, I loved the modeling stuff. “Hey, what do you think he meant by ‘paws’. His ‘dirty paws seed’?” I asked. “No, Mike. Wow, that’s what you thought he was saying.” Brian broke out in a full laugh. “That’s hilarious. No man, his pa’s dirty seed. He’s like us. He probably had a ceremony just like we did, where we took my dad’s seed. His dirty Pa’s cum. Hey, you think his dad knows our dads?” Brian mused. Yeah, Brian was right, always right. I felt even better then. We hadn’t even done anything wrong because the man had probably been in our church at one time. Of course, the tattoos meant he had left, but we could still bring him back Into the fold.

No judgy comments here pls Have you ever done anything immoral, illegal or fucked up just to satisfy your twisted sexual urges? I've done quite a few - I've stealthed guys as both top and btm by tampering/piercing/removing condoms, messed with sleeping/passed out friends and family, jizzed in drinks/snacks before serving, spied on friends jerking off, spied on guys in cubicles, stole used undies to sniff and jerk later on, exploited a hot str8 broke coke addict's depndency problems for sex, used the pretext of a bj to slip gloryhole cocks into my ass, catfished a coworker to come to my gloryhole, groped cock in crowd at a club/subway, tricked guys into thinking a 'boy toy' with a hole in it is a safe alternatiive to condoms and got guys drunk/high for sex

I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.

In the Health forum, I started a topic about today's news that a federal judge struck down the ACA/Obamacare's requirement that PrEP be covered at no cost to insured persons. That's the place to talk about the health aspects of that decision - what it will mean in terms of people's health, both on an individual level and on a macro-level, for society as a whole. But there's a political dimension to this, too. It's too long and complex to explain in detail here, but basically, in Texas federal courts, you can pretty much choose which federal judge you want to hear your case if you're a right-winger, because there are a lot of federal courts where there is a single judge, almost all appointed by Republican presidents (mostly Bush II and Trump). Conversely, most moderate to liberal federal judges in the state are in larger courthouses with multiple judges (along with some conservatives), so even if a plaintiff wants to forum-shop for a court that leans liberal, he has no guarantee of getting one of the liberals among (for instance) the 8 judges on the Houston division of the Southern District of Texas. And it's patently obvious what's going on: plaintiffs with no connection to Amarillo, including the state of Texas, flock to the federal courthouse there to file suit because they'll get Judge Kacsmaryk, who's as far-right as they come. (Texas's seat of government is Austin, so you'd think they'd file suit in Austin in order to make it easier for state AG's to push their cases, but in fact they've filed at least seven major cases against the Biden administration in Amarillo. Guess why?) Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be a lot that can be done, for now. Certainly any district where a majority of the judges are appointed by Republicans (like the Northern District of Texas, where 10 of the 12 sitting judges were appointed by either W or Trump) is not about to change its procedures to require all cases to be randomly assigned. It's bad enough when plaintiffs "forum shop" - by choosing a federal judicial district where a majority of the judges are reliably of one disposition or the other. It's an order of magnitude worse when the rules are structured to let you just pick the judge you want to hear your case. We're constantly being told by Republicans that the role of a federal judge is to call balls and strikes, but when you get to pick the umpire who reliably is going to call strikes against the other team, no matter what, the comparison breaks down entirely.

Is there a way to search for a particular city in the Cum Dump forum only? I'm trying to locate members in Dallas Texas.

Why? Because they/we can!

Once you get black never go...

True statement.

Love to swap strains with you man!

I know beggers can't be chosers, so if I can, I would like to find someone who is new to this like I am. I am avg size and could be a great person to practice on if they wanted to be able to deepthroat. I'm long enough to reach the back of their throat, I think, and help them so they can swallow while deepthroating. I can't wait to feel gums, especially when they're trying to use my whole cock as a pacifier! They could use it all night long if they needed to!

I let hookups know very early on in the Convo that I do not use condoms.

Twisted tale! Fun. Thanks. Looking forward to more.

Then play with them both at the same time. Mr. Lewis will prevent that from happening.

Somebody slam Raymond and take him another level.

Sure, but it also sounds like just about every other virus. Just remember, the symptoms are produced by your body's response, not by the virus itself. For example, it's nearly a ringer for whatever I just got over, which was itself a dead ringer for Covid, but tested negative for that. Whatever it was, was exceedingly unpleasant. And I'm pretty sure I caught it from my cousin's 7-year-old (or his mama), so it sure as heck wasn't HIV.

Long time lurker here and recently been more of a bottom. Back in september I moved from NY to Fort Lauderdale Florida and started getting more into sex with men regularly. Originally I was not on PREP so always used condoms. This morning I was going for my normal morning bike ride and a grinder buddy hit me up that he was horny before work. We've met once before but it was only for oral sex. He didn't have alot of time so I arrived in my biking gear and stripped naked for him, he's strictly a top so I was ready to take his cock. We started to play and he slipped on a condom and worked his cock into my ass. Someway through the condom must have broken, he noticed and asked if I wanted to put another one on. I figured he was already fucking me bare so might as well continue. He continued to fuck me for like 10 more minutes bare before picking up the pace and pounding me deep before cumming deep inside my ass. This would be my first bare load in my ass in many years. I then continued my bike ride with his cum in my hole and could feel it leaking out occasionally. I guess with him now no more condoms in the future.

Hell yes please insert your poz cock deed in my ass and pump your seeds deep in me

I have 3-4 regular FWB's that are married. In one case, she knows when he comes over to fuck and she has even joined us a couple of times to watch me fuck him in front of her. She like to degrade and cuck him while he takes my cock. Now and then, she will ask me to fuck her in front of him so he can lick my cock while I slowly plow her pussy. And she makes him eat it all up when I cum inside. They both love the role play and I'm not complainin' either! The other 2 guys are split - one is a top and the other is a bottom. Luckily for me the top guy has a big uncut cock and knows how to really take his time working my ass over before seeding me deep. He always cums at least twice, now and then three times. He says he loves my ass muscle control and the way I work his cock while he fucks me. Apparently she won't let him even eat her ass, let alone fuck it. He totally loves eating my ass before he fucks me. Really does a great job and we have never used lube... he does that good of a job. A real ass fan. The bottom guy has a very small cock and makes up for it with a hot mouth, throat and a very talented ass. His wife is a bit of a wildcat and loves it rough. Many times we will have dinner, a hot tub and then I will take turns fucking both of them in the ass. She makes sure that he knows I am railin' on her ass and always makes him clean up. I always fuck them both raw and they are both cum junkies. Lots of snowballing. Fourth guy? His wife has lost total interest in sex completely. He is more of a top, but I have slowly been working his hole with my tongue and fingers and have started to massage his prostate. He cannot get over how great it feels. Last month, I was eating his cock, balls and asshole while he laid back in the sling. He was totally getting into the fingers massaging his prostate and didn't say a work when I started to work my cock into his hole. It took him a minute to realize what was going on, and he just smiled and laid back and let me fuck him slowly for a while. I asked where he wanted my cum? He said "This time... all over my face. Next time... deep inside my hole". Then we switched places and he blew two loads back-to-back. Never even stopped after the first cum... just kept fucking. Said the prostate massaging and thought of a load of cum had him VERY horny. It was a good solid fuck and there was cum flying everywhere by the end of his second load. And so, I am fortunate. Four out of four love to fuck raw. Two of the four have the permission of their wives to take my loads. They know I'm on PrEP and tested regularly. They are definitely friends with benefits.

Not all of them are cheating am bi married and she knows am here or on Grindr meeting guys and barebacking am poz also

I was trying to figure out how to do what Mr. Lewis asked me to do. It seemed impossible. I can’t just go up to a guy and ask to lick his feet. That’s weird. And why would he sick George on me as punishment? I never even knew his name before now. I can’t believe how perverted my two neighbors are. He just shoved his foot in my mouth! Well Mr. Lewis has too but that was different. George on the other hand was rough and had a stronger flavor. I can still taste it. I spent the days trying to talk to the landlord. It was mostly all small talk. He used to have a bad attitude towards everyone I thought but since talking to him he’s been okay. Not friendly, but not as sour as he used to be. I found out his name was Rob. But other then asking hows work been or school. I didn’t find many opportunities for intimate conversation. He hadn’t even asked me about Mr. Lewis. Periodically I would glance down at his shoes, they must have been size 13 or 14. I must have been becoming more open to kink, since as I looked at him I was wondering what they’d feel like. He himself has decent hygiene so they might not smell too strong. But he does work on his feet a lot so they must get tired. I wanted to massage them. I imagined him relaxing in the couch, having a beer, me rubbing them after a long day. The scene seemed quite romantic in a way. Day after day I tried talking to Rob. I kept the conversations going as long as I could but he never put the effort into holding them long. I was getting worried. I only had a couple days left. I’d walk to my place and when Mr. Lewis saw me he’d ask me how my task went. “Howdy there Tommy boy. How’s your ‘homework’ coming along?” He stood in the doorway. “Nothing yet. I don’t think it’s going to be possible. He doesn’t seem interested.” I was nervous. “Oh not much time left. You have till tomorrow to get the job done. You’re not delaying on purpose are ya? Gosh if ya wanted George to come by, all you had to do was ask, he’s right next to ya for goodness sake.” He was giggling. Relishing the fact that my time was running out. “No of course not.” I whispered. I knew the halls weren’t good at sound proofing. So I tried not to alert George to what I was saying. If he could through his walls. “The guy give me the creeps. Isn’t he really dangerous. With everything he has going on?” “You love my poz cock. You can take it just fine.” Thats not true, I was always apprehensive about him fucking me. Every time it was forced but I did go cock crazy when it would hit all the right places, and all the right places deep, and hard. Horny version of me isn’t the same as rational version. “I don’t want to catch any STDs Mr. Lewis. Besides, you make me…” “And you love it all the same. If it makes you feel good, it doesn’t matter if a little poison gets in ya. He he.” He grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t take his hand away. Instead he slipped it in my pants and started playing with my hole. “But I know old George has a lot going on in his balls. That should give you incentive.” “Oh! Not here.” He was digging a finger in. No one was around but public play like this always had risk. Just like last time. Mr. Lewis pulled out and licked his fingers. “Good luck hunting.” Instead of going home I went to go look for Rob again. I wanted to try and see if I could maybe invite him to hang out or perhaps drinks. Something like that. I walked down through the building to see if I could run into him, I don’t always know where he is or what he gets up to. But then we found each other. “Oh hey there kid.” He was fairly casual. “Oh hey Rob, I was looking for you actually. Um, are you busy-“ “Okay stop.” He looked as if he was already tired of the conversation. “What’s with you being all chummy lately. You’re not normally so chatty.” “I just thought. You know, well. I see you a lot. And we haven’t really gotten to know each other well.” “You want to fuck or something is that it?” That made me blush. I figured I’d take this as an opportunity but I struggled for words. “I wanted to hangout. And maybe that, if you feel like it.” “Are you still playing with the old man?” “…yes.” “He poz you yet?” “No!” “When was the last time you saw him.” “Well, I did see him in the hall a moment ago and he was pretty handsy.” It was uncomfortable having this conversation out in the open. But Rob was unfazed. “And you came straight to find me after seeing him, is that right?” “Um…yeah?” Rob put his palm on his face. Thinking. He stood there for a moment. “Okay what has he gotten you doing? Did he put you up to some perverted prank?” I was shocked at how astute he was. It seemed like the two of them had a lot of history. “Yes, I’m sorry. He wants me to try and…” I looked at his feet, then back to his eyes. I couldn’t say it. “…hookup with someone by the end of the week. And I remember you offering a while ago.” “Yeah sure.” He shrugged. “Really?!” I was ecstatic. I’ll finally get this done, and hooking up with Rob seems more of a bonus. Looking at him now, I realize he’s hot. “You said by the end of the week? Well I have a lot on my plate. I’ll probably be free tomorrow.” “That’s great! I look forward to it!” “Hey there kid. Don’t go creaming your jeans yet. I gotta get back to it.” He motioned to turn around and leave but he looked at me again. He patted me on the shoulder. “You’re alright.” Then left. I felt relieved. I wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least I had a date planned with him now. Sure it was last minute but I didn’t care. I returned to my place, glancing at the ominous door next to mine. George was probably in there, or at work, or whatever he does. For a moment I imagined me myself getting fucked by him. It made me tremble. No thank you. Later that day I was playing on my phone. I hadn’t seen Mr. Lewis at all since earlier, so there hadn’t been any antics from him other that a quick fingering. There was a knock on the door. It might have been Rob coming a day early, or more likely Mr. Lewis for some sort of sex game he just concocted. I went over and opened the door but standing there wasn’t Mr. Lewis or Rob. It was Old George. “George? Hello, what’s going on?” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice. What the hell? What was he doing here?! I still had a full day! “Just gonna dump a load. Let’s get to it.” He said with a monotone like he was getting an errand done. He walked in put a meaty hand on my shoulder looking around for a place to do it while undoing his belt with the other. “What? No! You weren’t supposed to until I did something for Mr. Lewis!” He nudged me towards the kitchen counter seeing as it was the closest place to the door. Then dropping his pants. “Yeah I know about your bet with him. He told me to wait till the end of the week but I didn’t feel like it. Might as well have some ass now.” He bent me over the counter and was pulling my pants down. “No Sir. This isn’t right. You can’t just-” Then came down my underwear, exposing my ass to him. He spread my legs and started rimming me. He dug his tongue in and slobbered all over my ass. “Oh god. George sir. You need to…” he ignored my words. He sucked on my hole like he was trying to give it a hickey. When he was done he pulled down his underwear and started stroking his cock. “You’ve taken Mr. Lewis‘s cock. So obviously you don’t have standards. Which is good because no one will let my cock anywhere near them, not with all the nasty shit it’s carrying. I’ll be done quick.” He spread my ass apart with one hand and was stroking himself to erection with the other. What do I do? I have to think of something. I then felt his cock slapping my ass. He was adjusting himself and finding a good standing position and was leaning forward. “I see someone is dipping their hand in the cookie jar.” Mr. Lewis was there. He walked in to see what was going on. He was leaning against the counter watching George prod me. “Mr. Lewis!” I pleaded. He seemed annoyed yet not surprised with Old George. “You incorrigible man. How is your dick? Flareups bad today? Oh not good. I see a little bit of pus leaking out your tip. And quite a lot cheese on it. Don’t you ever wash it?“ “Yeah it’s pretty bad. But what’s the point? His ass will clean it off for me.” He then started poking my hole with the tip of his cock. It felt rough and bumpy. I was shuttering over what it might look like. Mr. Lewis was chuckling watching the diseased cock at my ass. “Wow that’s not a pretty site. Can’t say this was supposed to happen, but when a man has to cum, he’s gotta cum. Do your best Sunny boy and suck that cock clean with your ass. Hey George, if you wanted to you could sit on his face afterwards, and…you know.” He sounded like he was joking. A cruel joke. “Nasty! The boy does that too?” He was now trying to press in, my ass doing everything it could to keep closed. “Fuck it, yeah he’ll get that treatment too. You realize no one‘s going to want him after that.“ He was moving his hips, digging forward. I could feel my ass starting to open up. “I’ve had worse. I still need to poz him. Want to get a good thick load deep in there. Just need to break him down more. Plus my boy here is a natural pig. Aren’t ya pig boy?” I tried to refuse what was happening. “No I don’t want to do any of that!” “The little bastard is tight. Not having much luck getting it in.“ Mr. Lewis got closer to me and then swung a leg up on the counter. “I got just the trick that will help.“ He then pressed his foot up against my face. “Now breathe and relax boy.“ I couldn’t help but breath in his scent. Feeling the softness of his foot against my nose and face immediately went to my head. I thought of Rob while I breathed and for a split second I forgot who was behind me and I let my guard down. My ass relaxing. “There we go.“ Old George then thrust his hips forward and plunged his cock into me. It felt like a good 7 inches. It had sent a shock through my body. His big belly resting on my ass. ”Oh shit! Take it out!” He started moving his hips fast. Grunting like a beast. “Just relax my little foot pig. I won’t let him cum in you, he’s just going to have a little –“ “AAAAAGH FUCK!” George yelled and grunted. His body spasming. I felt a warm sensation inside me gushing out of his cock. “George? Did you really just cum in him already? You weren’t supposed to.” Oh god no. He didn’t. He fucking didn’t! “Couldn’t last. It had been a while…yup that spurt burned coming out. Nice ass though.“ George pulled out. A bead of cum dripping down my taint. Mr. Lewis looked at my ass and winced a bit. “Oof, didn’t know cum could look yellow.” Mr. Lewis laughed. “Shit. I need to clean out.” I got up. My thoughts to the bathroom. I’ll douche with mouthwash if I had to. George grabbed me by the arm. “All right then. I’m gonna take him to my place and feed him. If you hear screaming just ignore it.“ George pulled me by the arm. I was trying to take my hand away but he gripped me hard. “No you can’t I don’t want to!” We were now in the hall. George was opening the door to his place, it was dark and musky in there. I found myself tossed back onto a dirty mattress in the middle of the room. I couldn’t tell what was going on but then I saw a large fat ass hovering over me. George sat down and his weight pinned me to the mattress. His cheeks engulfing my face, the smell strong, his sweat salty. I was trying to push him off but it was like moving a boulder. “All right boy, hope you’re hungry. Because I’m not letting you up until your stomach is full.“ he then started straining and grunting. “Ugh..” his asshole was puckering and expanding on my mouth with each grunt. “Unf, here it comes pig boy.” “That’s probably enough“ I heard Mr. Lewis talking to George. “Don’t you think you should let him up George?” “Just a moment. I just need to uuuugh.” He grabbed my hair pulled me tighter to his ass as he grunted. He continue to push. His round pucker poking forward and back. I was kicking my legs trying to get out from under him before he did the unthinkable. “While I had been training him with kink and I’d be interested in seeing how he does with this. Hell, it reminds me of a while back when we shared that rent boy. You remember him right? That boy was talented. Why, he could take a spitroasting like a champ. After that night I think he was seriously questioning his life choices. You always did ring up the prices with all your more exotic tastes… Oh yeah, lost my train of thought there for a bit. So, uh, this was a hard limit he expressed before George old boy. And I don’t think he will be too compliant after this.” “Uuf… are you sure? Uuf… bit of an Indian giver aren’t you?“ “Yes George. But you know I was joking about this. He still has work to do. Remember what I told you about the big landlord? I want this boy to be servicing him soon. It would be difficult doing that if he was traumatized. So you’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get up. I’m sure Tommy here would love to eat out your ass anytime. But just as a rim job. In fact. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have him rim you for breakfast! How about that?” Mr. Lewis was patting George on the shoulder waiting for a reply. “Hm, give me a moment?“ George grimaced at Mr. Lewis. “Afraid not old man.“ “Huh, that’s a shame. Alright you head back. I’ll send him back your way.” “Oh you ain’t tricking me with that. Not like last time. Come now. I know you’re just stalling for time. You’ve been on him for a while already.” “…fine.” George looked at Mr Lewis for a moment then got off of me and I immediately got up and ran out of there. I locked myself in my apartment. And put a chair up against the door. Hoping that would keep anyone out. I didn’t see anyone else for the rest of the night.

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little. Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for. He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven. It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone. TO BE CONTINUED

A natural progression as we incrementally drop all our inhibitions and embrace the fact that we like cock and serving horny tops. Finally becoming a true slut, letting ourselves go, and being "in the zone" with absolutely no inhibitions and embracing promiscuous sex is mind blowing. I've never looked back,

...ps i like to think allowing ourselves to play and use our imaginations....it may be good exercise for our mental health.

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

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