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This was a story salvaged form "Bugshare" ages ago, the story itself I think is a heavily edited version of another story, and if anyone knows the original let me know. ===================== There he is, standing before me. Seth. He's a 20 years old fine young specimen of male flesh, about six feet tall, and weighing at maybe 190 pounds. I wouldn't describe him as muscular or toned or ripped, but he is a perfectly hot looking young man. He is height and weight proportionate, albeit thinner in appearance, but not skinny. He nicely fills out his frame with a slim youthful body showing the hint of fit musculature. Many models would envy his frame and looks. He is not a pretty boy per se, but gives off an attraction all his own. He definitely makes my cock stir to look at him and he has all the attributes that I find appealing! We're down in my unfinished basement and I have made some minor additions down here to make ready for Seth's visit. Personally I'm late-40ish, in good shape still many mistake me for being younger than my actual age due to my thinner body and younger facial features. I am 6' and 185 lbs. My seven-inch uncut cock is average in size, I have good-sized balls that hang in a nice low sack full of seed. I used to shave my balls and trim my pubes, but stopped, as I like to be hairy as a master. Men are hairy and have pubes and furry balls and asses so why shave it. I love the look of men, so be men and taste and play the way God makes us. A hair or two in the mouth is the cost of doing business. Oh, and I have AIDS. Didn’t mention that earlier? During my younger days, back when everyone fucked everyone else, someone at a bathhouse knocked me up. My seed has been highly toxic ever since. But that is another story. This is about Seth. I have been keeping to a strict work out schedule and I can easily pass for late thirties or no older than forty. However, Seth was looking for a Dad and I wanted a son with whom to play, so we both knew we were getting in this deal. Fuck, what did guys do before the age of the Internet to meet others that they wanted to play with? I met Seth online on a hook up site for men. I placed my profile stating I was interested in getting into S&M, bondage and being a master and a Dad for young guys as well as having interest in just getting it on with other men. I had said I wanted to explore more kink and voyeurism and especially being dominant. Seth answered my profile and wanted to be aggressively dominated by a master and have a Dad use him. He said he was curious about having sex with other guys, wanted to explore man to man sex and had no limits. I always laugh at anyone who says they want to explore “no limits sex” because they never realize just what it means. Because I in truth had another more selfish motive for finding someone. I had felt it was time to “spread my seed” and I wanted to find a boy to plant my DNA in, someone I could poz to carry on my virus long after I had gone. After several chats on line and via MSN, we agreed to meet here at my house. I had taken several days away from the office so I could give my undivided attention and freedom to entertain the boy. And here he is! Seth is standing almost up on his tiptoes with his arms tied up and spread out by ropes around his wrists and fastened to eyehooks screwed into my floor joists. I am lucky as I have a nine foot ceiling in my basement so I was able to easily stretch him out. His feet are also spread apart and tied to an old curtain rod by rope around his ankles and to the hooks and each end of the rod. Basically, he is spread eagled in a standing position naked except for having a white Bike jock on, which he wore on my instructions along with a T-shirt, jeans and flip flops. He was to arrive with only that on and he did what he was told. Holy shit is this lad beautiful. With real appreciation, I gazed at his physique, knowing that I have his body totally in my control, to use, abuse, and to eventually impregnate with my poz seed, makes my cock surge. It was about 5:00 PM when I saw him standing on the corner of a nearby strip mall and I pulled up and nodded at him. We had exchanged face pics before so knew who to look for. He jumped in my car and I asked, "Am I what you expected and are you still game to go ahead with this?" Seth shyly looked up at me and replied, "Yeah man, I like what I see and want to do this." "So what limits do you have because once we're at my place, I consider that you're mine to use boy?" He again looked right up at me with a bit of a grin saying, "As I said when we chatted, use me like you want. I have no limits Sir! My profile nickname Rapeme says it all Sir!" “Game on then!" I quickly told him and started to drive him to my place all eager to enjoy this lad's young pure body. We arrived at my place and I drove right into the garage using the remote opener to open and close the door behind me. I got out and opened the door to the house and Seth followed me with neither of us saying a word. We both knew what we wanted and in my mind I would tell him what I wanted when I needed it. We head right down to the basement and onto a large rug in the center of the large unfinished area. I had everything ready for Seth so picked up the rope and tied his right hand to the floor joist. Next I tied his left arm and wrists up and then got his ankles tied to the curtain rod. Still nothing was said and Seth let me do what I wanted. It was really almost too easy. Now he was trussed up and stretched spread eagled before me. He was mine! I pulled at his T neckline and finally heard a rip and tore open his shirt off his smooth chest and revealed his quarter sized nipples. I couldn't get the neckline to fully rip so grabbed some scissors and snips the material and also down his sleeves and threw the ripped cut cloth over to the wall. Next I unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans and yanked them down. Pushing them down his thighs and legs, they dropped to his mid legs stopped by his spread open legs. I took the scissors and started cutting the material down his right leg and Seth muttered, "Those are my good Jeans!" I reached up and slapped his face and continuing to cut told him to shut the fuck up. Getting him naked in this way was a turn on for me. It is far more realistic to raping the guy than just having him do as I wanted. I wanted him to succumb and totally submit to me by the end of it all, to belong to me utterly for him to give himself to me, and in the end, to beg for my seed. Once cutting his jeans off him, I tore his flip flops off his feet and whipped them over with the discarded torn and cut clothing I had disrobed him of. He was smooth all over save for a bit of brown curly hair on his forearms and lower legs. A slight treasure trail led from his navel down in the elastic band of the Bike jock he wore. He was fair skinned and it accentuated his brown nipples. A fine forest of brown underarm hair filled his pits and was exposed from having his arms tied out stretched. He was nicely built but not muscular. Youthful exuberance bristled about him. He simply remained quiet and looked at me with his intense medium blue colored eyes. He had short spiked lighter brown hair and thin sideburns that ran down his face to the point of his jaw on either side of his face. He sported brown facial stubble and fine eyebrows. I approached him and nestled up to his outstretched body. I took in his freshly showered and scented odor as I held him in my arms and brushed my face against his neck and kissed him. I whispered to him, "You are now going to be my fucking little whore and slut boy. I will use, abuse and rape you with whatever I desire to do and you will obey and take it no matter what. You told me you had no limits and I have none so enjoy this bitch. You are about to be raped, then fucked, and then my seed will own you. Understand?" Seth replied quietly, "Yes Sir." I enjoyed his scent and tasted his neck and ears and working my tongue down his body to his right nipple. Sucking and teasing it with my teeth I enjoy him. I bit his tit a bit and continued sucking it and then slowly worked over to his fresh but slightly musky armpit. I dove in there with my mouth and tongue and lapped and licked at his pit and the soft forest of hair as I enjoyed the aroma and taste of his young pungent underarm. Some say it is a submissive act to drink in the sweat of someone’s pits. For me it was something to be savored as I could tell how much it aroused and excited him. The more rich and thick his scent and taste got, the more excited I felt. And I wanted to enjoy this young man before I used him fully; I wanted to be gently before I brutalized him. It was like getting appetizers before your main meal, although I knew exactly what dessert would be. After fully eating out his right pit, I switched and enjoyed his left armpit and got fresh scent and taste. Once full of this savor, I planted a deep French on his mouth and explored his mouth with my tongue. I felt a bit of resistance as my mouth and tongue, ripe with his armpit, invaded and covered his mouth. Good I thought. I like resistance so I can begin to tame and break him. Half the thrill of making a boy is breaking down his will and mind, slowly making him crave the abuse I have in store for him, and in time, make him crave my Toxic cum. I wonder what this boy had done with a man before? I hoped he was a virgin to really being used and fucked by a man like me. I wanted his body badly, and his neg cherry even worse. After a while of making him eat my tongue, I let go of him and walked behind him admiring his bubble firm ass. I felt his cheeks and grabbed them firmly. I landed a few hard slaps across them with my hand and watched them flatten and bounce back to their youthful firmness as redness slightly spread across them. "Like that boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir!" Seth told. With a few firmer slaps on his checks I again asked him and he said, "Yes Sir!" "You going to be able to have to take much more than that for my pleasure boy if you are to become my bitch, and my son." I said. Seth responded quicker now, “Yes Sir. Use me. Rape me Sir. Make me your bitch!" I gave his ass five or six real hard slaps and made the room reverberate with the sound of my palm landing on his ass cheeks as I wound up and swung my arm in an arc to give some good force to the spanking. "Uhmm" erupted from Seth's lips as he no longer was able to hold back his reaction to my slapping his ass. He also lurched forward as my handed on his butt. Seth uttered only muffled murmurs as my hand landed on him. Those red bubble ass cheeks looked appealing and I knelt down and firmly parting those luscious cheeks with my fingers and exposing this young man's rosebud manhole. It was a nice, pink, wrinkled, round sphincter muscle with only a bit of wispy brown curly hair circling it which then heading down in between his legs going behind the Jock he wore. I gazed at his young tight hole for a while and then leaned forward and licked the entire length of his ass crack especially sure to go over that hot hole. He was very clean and only a whiff of asshole was noticeable, not that would have hindered me too much. After a few more tender licks, I got my face right in there and tongued his hole and stuck my oral muscle as deep as I could send it. Wiggling my face in there, I got as deep as I could physically could. My tongue lavished in getting to fuck this boy's hole knowing that soon my pozcock would violate it but deeper, firmer and with the mindset of fucking the shit of this unsuspecting bitch wannabe. In amongst my oral devouring of young asshole, I heard Seth moaning lowly. Once sufficiently fed on this young mancunt, I got up and again kissed the boy inserting my tongue deep into his mouth. As he tried to pull back, I held his head firm and forced my tongue into his mouth. I pulled off and ordered him to suck my tongue and taste his own ass. He held back and I then slapped his face hard and told him again. He compiled and I enjoyed exploring his throat and mouth with my ass ripe tongue. Once satisfied that he had tasted his own ass, I got a medium sized vibrating butt plug and made him lick and spit on it. I worked it into his ass pushing it fairly firmly with constantly increasing pressure again the resistance of his young ass muscle trying to keep it out. Seth leaned forward to try to adjust and get away from the invading plug as he moaned. "Take it boy!" I said loudly "Push your bitch ass onto it and take it!" Seth reluctantly pushed back a bit as I pulled his hip with one hand as my other hand shoved in the plug. Finally the widest part of the plug reached the youth's sphincter and with resistance stretched it open wider as I gobbed a wad of saliva onto the plug and his stretched hole. As the spit slide down, I pulled the plug out a bit and twirled it to make use of my spit as lube and then shoved hard again. It slid in and stopped at the widest part making his hole open wider still. With Seth's sudden prolonged cry of "Aahhhh!", the butt plug slipped in stopping and holding itself firmly in place from its triangular shape and from Seth's sphincter muscle clamping around the narrower base. I immediately switched it on to a low vibration and watched him jump from the sensation. "Ever had a plug in your ass before boy?" "No Sir" "Like it?" "Yes Sir. I will take and like what you give me Sir!" Seth promptly said. “You're fucking right you will boy, cause you ain't got no choice now." Now I was going to play and enjoy watching this lad squirm and endure what turned me on. I had done the gentle Daddy act, now It was time to enjoy myself and break this bitch so when I felt like fucking him, he'd do whatever I wanted. By the time I was done, he'd beg for poz cum from any top I wanted, and spread my own DNA to as many others as possible. Being a dominant master and an aggressive Dad really got my cock hard and oozing. I grabbed my camera and snapped several shots of my youthful hostage. I clipped on a black leather cock strap and also inserted a vibrating butt plug into my own ass to stimulate my senses and get me into a frenzy. I was set to play for a while and reduce this willing lad into nothing more than a piece of male fuck meat for me to use, poz and pleasure myself with. I gazed at Seth. In his eyes, I could see some uneasiness now for the first time. Had he gotten himself into more than he bargained for? I sure as hell thought he had so, I knew he had moved out of his parents, was on his own in the world, and as such, could belong, in time, utterly to me. I held Seth's head and kissed him deeply planting another long passionate French kiss on his face. I rubbed against his body and once again enjoyed tasting his armpits, nipples, chest and abs s I drooled over my captive. I got down to his jock and licked his package held in the elasticized material. A small wet spot was apparent on the jock of the young bitch, and I knew he was enjoying what he was getting. Hot damn I thought, what could this bitch endure? I intended to find out! With the scissors, I slip a blade along his waist band and snipped. It let loose and fell to the one side. I cut the smaller straps holding the cup to the back behind his bag. The Jock fell free to the ground. "Holyshit!" I exclaimed as I gazed down and saw the cock this boy had hanging there. Seth had to be at least 7"long hanging there limp. He was uncut and had huge balls in a low hanging sack. The big thick cock head was half covered with foreskin even more then my own. His cock had no big veins and was a smooth unblemished gorgeous monster example of manhood. His brown pubes were long curly and thick as was the thick bush of pubes covering his balls. His left huge orb hung lower than his right and they moved slightly now in their freedom. A clear drop of liquid emerged from his piss slit. "Fuck you're huge my boy!" I said aloud as I admired this young man's equipment. He was more man than I was in this case. He possessed a fucking horse cock. "You may be a man in the cock department Seth, but you will be my bitch won't you?" I said to him. "Yes Sir I will be Sir. I want you to make me your bitch and use me. I want to be raped by you Sir! I then snapped a leather ball stretcher onto his Seth's large balls and sack. I had a bit of trouble stuffing it all into this parachute stretcher and when snapping it closed, Seth gave a quick jolt as I think I pinched his bag in the snap closure. Fuck, I don't care, all the better. Next I began attaching large fishing weights to the small chain on the ball stretcher. Seth did not react much so I added a few heavy metal balls, which then got his attention. The addition of a few more pulled his nuts down and stretched his bag taut, he moaned and moved to try to alleviate this pulling so I added a few more larger fishing weights. He then cried out, "Ummm" and lifted up. A couple more to make it hurt was in order so I did it. As I was adding the extra weights to really pull his balls down, I asked, "Like that bitch?" "Yes Sir he responded. "Want more?" "I want what you want to do to me sir." With that I added a few smaller ones, one at a time and then one larger one. At that Seth cried out and struggled about going up on his tip toes in reaction to his balls being abused. "Stand still and take this bitch!" I ordered and then reached around and clicked up the vibration on his butt plug so it was at the third level. I could hear it buzzing now and listened to Seth holding back his groans of discomfort form his nuts being pulled down. Next I got a pail of wooden pinch-type clothes pegs. With two in my hand, I stood up and kissed the youth's mouth again and he kissed me back. I thought to myself that he had no idea what I would do to him, this realization thrilled me and made me even more excited. Knowing he had no clue just how depraved and total his abuse would be. I wondered if he'd kiss me like this if he knew what was in store, the levels of abuse of getting raped and finally being impregnated by my toxic charged seed. I enjoyed the kiss and pinched the pegs on his two nipples. I felt his jolt as the pegs pinched shut but he pressed his mouth to mine. Fucking hot, I thought, what won’t this bitch endure and do for me? I felt it was time to give this boy a bit of pleasure. A Master rewards his slave, so I knelt before him. I kissed his cock and licked its head repeatedly. Fuck, who am I kidding, this wasn't his reward it was for me. I wanted to suck this huge dick and make him hard to one taste him, and two see if I could handle such a whopping huge fuck tool. After a few minutes of licking and kissing his cock, I took the semi-flaccid muscle in my hands and pulled the foreskin back exposing a huge thick cock head slick with saliva and some precum. A part of me had hoped to see some cheese or smegma, but it looked like the boy was clean. I was sure I could change that in time. The precum was nice and musky however, sticky and thoroughly enjoyable as I tasted it. It just seemed to continue oozing out as I let the cock hang there enjoying the view. Seth's tool began to harden a bit and grow from my attention. The precum dripped down and formed a thin string of liquid hanging from his piss slit to the floor. I put my face into it and licked it up relishing in feeling precum on my face as I tasted the sweet natural fuck lube. I took his big cock back into my mouth and sucked it lovingly enjoying the feel of hardening cock. I took it all 7"in my mouth and pushed it into my throat so that I could take it all down. My nose buried into his young musky pubes. Using my tongue I massaged his cock shaft as I pulled my face off and back onto his pole. Bryan moaned lowly as I impaled my face onto his growing dick using my hands to hold it up and stroke it in between my oral swallowing of its entire length. I really had to work at getting it all down once the full 9+ or ten inches of hard manhood reached its zenith. I wanted to suck and swallow that whole huge dick and did it. Once in, I'd hold my head onto it and press my face into his sweaty pubes feeling this dick stretch my throat going down my esophagus past my vocal chords. With my hands firmly gripping his ass, I pulled his ass towards me so he'd get the hint and fuck my face. Seth stood and did not move so I pulled the chain and yanked his balls down and reactivated his ass plug to vibrate. I pulled my face off his pole and told him to fuck my face. With the yank of his balls, Seth moaned loudly but when I got back to having his whole dick in my throat again, he moved back and forth and provided the desired face fucking I craved. He probably wondered why a master would want to get face fucked especially by such a huge prick, but hey this was about my pleasure and not his. If he benefitted now, that was a plus, cause soon he'd beg me for mercy. I was in heaven and what I wouldn't give to have him blow a load into my face mouth and throat. Should I get him off and then use him? Usually I was spent after blowing a load and couldn't get fucked without it hurting like hell. Fucking me for an hour or all night long was great if I didn't come first. But if I came and was still getting fucked, I didn't enjoy it. It usually hurt me so I always waited to come until after my top had blown his wad. Hell if Seth were like this too, I would blow him now and then make him endure my fucking. I increased the intensity of blowing Seth's organ and used my hands to stroke it as I went down on him fully and then only partially alternating to make him cum fast. I pulled of him and yelled, "Fuck my face bitch! Fuck me hard and give me your cum. I want that big cock to blow a load into me! Fuck me now bitch and do it like you mean it!" and went right back onto him. Seth complied and began to thrust with a bit of force albeit he was trussed and not capable of really being able to fuck me. Several minutes of my intense blow job and swallowing his whole member together with his thrusting brought out an exclamation from Seth as he groaned aloud. Slobber ran down my face from having such a huge length of manhood plying my throat and I was in heat sucking a fine young hard cock. But decided to pull off it and pulled my head back leaving Seth's throbbing fuck pole glistening and bobbing like a flag pole on the side of a building. I was not going to let him cum yet so left his organ alone and let it subside. Seth relaxed and sighed as my slobber dripped off the hair on his bag and ran down his inner legs. I looked at my bound prize and soaked in the beauty of this sight. The weights on his nuts were now swaying back and forth reefing his balls down and back and forth as the parachute ball stretcher held his two large balls in its cup and yanked then down pulling his sack low. The face fucking had started them to sway so with pleasure came pain! Perfect from my standpoint. I walked slowly around him and saw the black butt plug base firmly seated close to his ass. Reaching down, I turn the vibrator off so as to not accustom his inner ass to the sensation, which I wanted for later when the moment of his impregnation came. His perfect form from behind was like seeing Da Vinci's Ventruvian man's backside, but bound by ropes. Seth was more perfect and more youthful and gorgeous however. The sight of this young bitch made my pozcock twitch; not that sucking his magnificent cock hadn't done that to me already. I decided it was perhaps time to indulge him yet again as I knew I would not be able to resist fucking him much longer. I then knelt before my quivering bitch and was face level with his now limp abused cock. I again lovingly started sucking his cock slowly and gingerly using my tongue to worship it and my mouth the envelope it in my warm saliva. I slowly stroked if with my hand as I increased my sucking and amount of cock shaft that I took in my mouth. Several joyful minutes passed before any response started from his monster fuck tool. Slowly it started to harden and grow again. Now cupping his ass cheeks, I pulled his butt in towards me as I engulfed his hard muscle deep into my throat. My sucking intensity increased as I fully gobbled down his stiff meat almost choking and gagging to get it all the way in. Eventually I relaxed enough to swallow his whole shaft and I held it there pushing my nose into his thick sweat drenched pubic forest. Seth was now enjoying this treatment. I wanted him to keep guessing what was next; from getting abuse to getting sucked off, what would be next? Pushing ahead, I concentrated on milking this boy of what would be one of his last Neg loads. Using every cock sucking skill I could muster, I sucked his pole, wrapped my tongue around his cock head and massaged his shaft as I bobbed my head on and off him and going base deep into my throat. He was again melting and moaning and even thrust his pole into my face like before as my oral attention continued. With force I pulled his ass, cupped in my hands forward as I pushed my own face deep on his pole and wiggled my head quickly with my nose pushing into his pubes. Seth let out "ohs and aahs and sighs" as I felt his throbbing hardness stretching my throat. I then retreated and sucked his cockhead and foreskin while stroking his shaft with my hand. Seth pushed his cock at me as best he could from his spread eagled position. From looking up at him, he was in ecstasy as he closed his eyes and pumped his organ at me. His nuts swung back and forth in time with the pendulum of weights hanging from them. The clothes pegs still pinched his young body and red marks from my belt and whip marked his skin. Pain and pleasure mixed together as I sucked his dick more and more frenzied. I was alternating between sucking his head and then deep throating him as he tried to fuck my face. Drooling I finally took him deep into my throat and wiggled my head as each time I swallowed his whole member, Seth would sigh and moan. My tight throat provided a nice fuck I bet. Seth started verbalizing, "oh, oh ooooh, oh!” and I held in deep down my throat as he pushed himself forward on his tip toes. I again pulled off and sucked his cock head and stroked his shaft and then immediately deep throated him again. With one last thrust forward and then relaxing off his toes by just hanging there by his arms, Seth' huge thick cock gave up its treasure. I let what I thought was the first gush of sperm go down my throat, but then pulled off him quickly to feel the second voluminous spurt of cum plaster my face and goatee. As the third glob of spunk shot out, I got some on my face but opened my mouth and took some in to taste the young untainted seed. The big stiff muscle was tensing and firing off huge thick streams of white manmilk. It was literally a stream of cum shooting from his piss slit. Seth uttered, "Fuck I'm cuming" and trailed off with an "ohhhhhh" and he went limp and hung by his arms. I took another spurt in my mouth and down my chin and onto my chest. The next I got as I closed my mouth around his dick head to capture it all. The last three of four spunk streams shot on my face, chin and chest. Even the last volleys of cum came out as thick, creamy white gobs of fuck juice. Finally his cock eruptions subsided and a bit of the creamy more clearer fluid oozed from his piss slit and stuck and ran slowly along the underside of his huge shaft as his foreskin slowly began covering that bulbous head. I felt energized by his pure copious sperm , tasting his ejaculation and his cum in my mouth, I stood and grabbed his head in my hands. I planted a kiss on his lips as Seth hung there still in the throes of sexual gratification. His cum transferred from my goatee and face to his own and I slipped my sperm covered tongue in his mouth, He responded a bit and opened his mouth so I pushed some of his cum from my mouth to his own but kept some in my mouth. I was sexually charged now and walked to his cute butt cheeks and pulled the plug from it and then spread his ass cheeks exposing his young rosebud hole. It was open a bit from the plug but basically was in tack. I licked his hole and tongued it and the deposited his cum on top of his crack and let it slid down towards his hole. As I did that, I stood up and pointed my hard death dick at his hole. As his cum and my spit mixture reached his asshole, I pressed my pozcock along his crack and rubbed and lubed my dick with the mix of his negseed and my spit. Seth was still recovered from his explosive orgasm, but I wanted a piece of him now. My cock throbbed and with this young bitch's cum scent filling my nose and tasting it, My cock became so engorged and rock hard that my mind had no other purpose except to ravage his hot ass and pump him full of my poison DNA. I just shoved my dick in hard and fast. The resistance gave my cock a bit of a dry feeling and only partial entry was gain. He was tight even after having the plug fill him for a while. I pulled out, re-lubed a bit and just shoved myself into him fully. The bitch lurched forward and let out a "Ahhhhh" as he tried to get his ass away from my intruder, but he couldn't get away far enough and with a slight step forward I fully seated my poz cock into his neg ass. Seth let out a harsh cry as my cock shot a pain through his sphincter and inner ass tube. Fuck yeah I thought as I then began to forcefully and quickly thrust my cock in and out of his ass, confident my rough thrusts were damaging his protective inner lining, making it all the more responsive to my AIDS. I liked the thought that he had already cum, that he was weakened and exhausted from orgasm, and it was time I brought him back to the real reason he was here in my dungeon. I was his there to become his Dad and master and he was there submit and serve and pleasure me. I mercilessly fucked his young asshole with vigor and held his hips as I thrust forward. I stepped forward again to really get some thrusting power and take him off his balance so that he would fall back and impale his ass on my rod when I wasn't pushing him forward with it buried in his hole. It worked as he could stay up on his toes and fell back with the ropes also pulling at him when I took a backwards thrust. He would come back just as I then pushed forward and rammed my cock into him. It resulted in us slamming together with a slapping sound as he grunted from the force. His body shook every time I pounded into him. I now reached up under his arms and wrapped my hands around behind his neck and continued a fast power fuck. I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck and bit it a bit. Fuck I was in lust sex heaven and just pounded the bitch's ass for I don't know how long. Helplessly, Seth hung there and took my fucking. All I had in my mind was to breed this young bitch and shoot my poison toxic deathseed as deep in his hole as possible. All the rest of the world went away except for the growing burning need to impregnate his raw neg ass. To not just be his Daddy, but his Poz Daddy. Ironically I do not bareback very often, I don’t spill my seed into just anyone, I had fucked with condoms for years to keep my strain of virus to myself. But now all that had changed as I felt my raw deadly cock sliding into his unprotected ass. Other than grunts and uhs emitting from Seth's mouth, the only sounds was the slapping of flesh on flesh as I was in a frenzy and wasted his hole. I was able to just get in that fuck mode and kept orgasm held off for as long as possible. I am able to sometimes fuck like an hour or so straight and only cum when my exhaustion kicks in and I was in this zone now. So now after loosing all track of time, I was tiring and knew I was approaching the moment of his conversion. I slowed my pace and set into feeling his tight abused, raw ass grip my cock. I concentrated on that feeling and felt my cock pulse and intensify in sensation. The knowledge that soon I was going to poz his neg hole that I was going to forever alter his life rapidly enhanced my sexual pleasure immensely. Knowing what I was about to made my sexual lusts surge. I began to slow down, right on the cusp of orgasm. I wanted this to be one more act of submission to me. Perhaps not the final act, but a big step. I wanted him to beg for my cum “I’m gonna fill you up, baby.” I grab his arms and push them down with my hands. “I’m going to flood you with my sperm, and when I do, my Seed will be inside you forever” “Please…please do it…” “Tell me what I want to hear…you know what I want to hear, boy…” I ordered him with ragged breaths. “I want… I want you to cum…” He whispers, “Tell me where boy, tell me where you want it… I grunt so close to the edge. “Cum … Inside me“ I am so close now.. “Say it again!” I order, feeling my balls contract. “Cum inside me! I need it, Cum inside me!” And that sends me over the top. A few more slow thrusts gave me the sense I was about to cum. I could feel my balls start to tingle with a raw sexual energy that I know can only come from having poz seed. I could feel the energy growing inside me, a burning toxic energy as my living virus exploded. I jammed my cock deep into his guts and pushed hard, shuddering as my death dick fired its’ charged bullets of pozcum from my now tightly snug balls. I leaned into Seth and pushed my cock up as deep into him as I could get it using his body to hold me up as I pressed against him and held him firm in my grip. He was stretched taut against his ropes from my weight against him as my blasts of pozspunk ejected into him over and over. Hugging him in that half-nelson, I gave my cock short little thrusts as I pressed against him more and more trying to bury my erupting organ deeper in him. The orgasm seemed to keep going as my pulsing rock hard cock sent waves of sexual pleasure through me sending me into a lustful daze. Once more I could feel some sort of a tingling sensation, sure that there was a sexual energy flowing out from my cock into his ass. I was in such a state of sexual lust that I felt every spurt of toxic viral cum pulsing through my dick as it kept surging over and over. It felt so sexually exhilarating knowing millions upon millions of my poz DNA were mixing with whatever remnants of Seth's neg spermatozoa that had entered his hole from I had first lubed him up. He was strung up like a piece of live meat and twitched about like a fly in a spider's web. All the while I hung onto him with my deathdick inside his cum laden fucked hole. At last my orgasm began to fade and the flow of my poison seed became less and less. Satisfied for now that I had started him on the road to becoming my poz son, I stood there now relaxing in the aftermath of my powerful ejaculation. My cock remained embedded up my bitch's ass, wanting to keep every drop of my poz cum inside of him, to let it have as much of a chance as possible to soak into his body and infect him. I hung onto him feeling him breath and enjoyed the feeling of my complete and total dominance and control of this young man. My libido was reeling and my sexual urges were still humming from being able to inflict whatever I so desired on this bitch slave. Regardless he was now mine to control and use and the feeling of that power intoxicated me. Yet as intense and thrilling as it was I knew this was just the start. As rough and brutal as the fuck had been there was no guarantee my Virus would take inside him. And when that time came, I wanted him to willingly as for more of virus. We stood there for a moment as I regained my breath, my hand reaching forward and slowly running down his sweat soaked body. As my cock throbbed half soft, yet still embedded in his abused ass, I took the moment to luxuriate in his sex infused body. I tasted the sweat dripping from him, inhaling the primal stink that now infused his once squeaky clean form. My questing hand moved down to find his huge uncut cock once again hard and throbbing. Such a good boy I thought, to get aroused from such a brutal fuck. I began to concentrate on my own dick now, gently moving it again, working it back into full strength for what I would hope to be the final part of his journey, at least for tonight. For the next several minutes I gently worked his sweat soaked cock while grinding my own until at last I was ready to fuck yet again. I knew I had to keep going to maintain the momentum we had started, to keep his arousal peaked and to keep my cock inside his cum soaked hole. Having cum once already, I knew it would take me longer to shoot, and so I kept up a slow but steady rhythm of fucking in his increasingly raw and brutalized ass. For Seth however, his cock was dribbling precum as I Kept him edging on the brink of orgasm. After about ten minutes of this sexual torture, I started the next phase of my plan. “You have been a wonderful, wonderful slut tonight, and you have made your master very happy.” I said, slowing my stroking hand as I sensed him once more on the cusp of orgasm. He moaned deeply as his only response. “You have taken pain from me, and pleasure, and you still want more?” Now he gave a coherent “Yes Master” in response. I smiled and started to stroke again. “And you have taken my seed deep inside you hole, and you want more?” the response was quicker and frenzied “YES Master! I want oyu to fuck me over and over again! Please! I need to cum so fucking bad, andI need your cum in me!” He begged, the need in his voice making my own cock twitched, I smiled a deep dark perverted smile this was the moment… “You want more of my charged toxic AIDS cum in you then slut?” I was tensed for the jolt that came next, and was able to keep him from pulling off my dick despite his strength, my grip and the ropes more then enough as he squirmed, impaled on my death dick. I dug my nails into his balls to quiet him as I hissed in his ear. “You wanted, no, begged for me to fulfill my most darkest most perverted sexual urges upon you slut, don’t think for a moment that something like this wouldn’t happen. You gave me freedom to abuse your body as I wish, and I intend to” I said into his ear asI ground my cock more firmly in his hole, the juices and cum making wonderful squelching noises. I could feel him in my grip, starting to shake and whimper, begging me to pull out and not to fuck him. “I have already shot in your hole slut, you already have a huge load of viral poz seed in your ass you know. But it is no guarantee that it will take. You still have a chance to be clean, just say the word slut, and I will pull out and let you go free. If you hurry and get to a doc, you might be able to stay neg you know, you might still have a chance and of course I would never..ever..bother..you..again..” I said, emphasizing each word with a hard lunge forward of my now throbbing deathdick. “All you have to say is for me to stop.” I hissed into his ear as I fucked him slowly, after a few minutes he whimpered something softly and I leaned forward. “What was that slut? Speak up for Master.” He moaned a bit louder… “D-Don’t, I…I Want it…” I grinned and slammed forward again with another wet thrust. “You need my aids cock inside you boy, is that it?” “Yes” he says at last. “You want more of my viral toxic cum, infecting your ass?” I saw, now fucking my cock into a furious pace once more. “YES!” he says, louder now. “Beg me for it slut, beg me to infect your boypussy! Beg for me to plant my AIDS deep in your hole” I shout, knowing I was quickly reaching my peak. “Poz me master! Knock me up! Infect me!” He babbled madly, the words hot enough to send me over the edge. Once more I could feel the tingling sensation in my balls beginning to crawl up my dick, the onrushing orgasm, feeling even more intense now that he was willingly asking for my death seed. I wrenched his head around as much as possible, wanting to look into his face as the moment of infection happened. I hilted deep in his ass and bellowed as the surge of sexual energy poured out of me to fill him yet again. If the virus had not yet taken root inside him it was sure to infect him this time. I could feel my cock opening up fresh rips in his ass as it sawed in and out of his spasmaming hole. My gazed locked on his as I hissed and grunted, caught up in orgasm of such power that it can only come from pozzing a neg hole. “This is it boy! Your boypussy is so ripe, so receptive to receive my virus, my poison, my toxic DNA!” I shouted, slamming over and over as the seed erupted from my cock, making sure to try and coat every last surface of his ravaged ass with it as I held him in my arms, the look in my eyes telling me everything I needed to know. “That’s it slut, just give in to the Virus and let my poz seed into you, let it infect you and your body.” I moaned, now utterly lost in the bliss of the experience. “Just let yourself go and accept my poison into you, now and forever.” I said as I stroked his cock quickly, wanting to reinforce his moment of conversation with more pleasure, I brought him swiftly to orgasm. I watched his face contort in long denied pleasure as a massive load of what I hoped would be his last negative load, poured out from his cock. For a while we came together, poz and neg seed mixing as one, yet all too soon I could feel my orgasm starting to fade. Once again the flow of tingling energy seemed to fade, signifying the end of my virus into his body as my balls finished emptying their toxic payload. I panted, catching my breath again as I simply starred into his eyes. After a few moments I kissed his face and whispered, almost lovingly to him. “You have begun a brand new journey with me my slut, from this moment onward I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my virus, over and over and over, until at last it takes root inside your body. And when that day comes, You will no longer be just a Slut, but my Son, You will forever be a part of me, because I will forever be inside you…” He said nothing, but wept gently, knowing perhaps how true what I said was. It was 2am by that point, and I decided to give my new ‘Son’ yet another reward. I gently unhooked his body from the networks of ropes and chains that had bound him for so long. Exhausted, spent and raw, he slumped against me as, still with my dick in his hole, I gently walked him to a bed I kept in the basement playroom. Together, soaked in sweat and cum, we quickly fell asleep. Over the next two days, I would finish my indoctrination of his mind, warping and breaking his will, corrupting him to belong utterly to my sexual perversions. I fucked his ass over and over, each time he would beg more and more for my toxic seed as I watched his transformation into a total obedient poz slave. It was less then a month later that he got the fuck flu, and I knew then that at last I had given ‘birth’ to my Poz Son. It was during that time that time that I started to show him my other side, the side of myself that would keep him, hopefully by my side for the rest of our lives. During the depth of his sickness I cared for him, tended to him and of course kept his ass full of my virus. I told him that he really did belong to me now, and that we were, in a very biological way, now father and son. All that was over 10 years ago. Shortly after he converted he moved into my house and changed his last name to my own. All record of his past life slowly faded away as he grew to become the perfect poz son I never had. Now I look forward to the day that he will pass on my Virus to yet another son, already we are looking at several candidates. .

Yesterday my regular texted me that he was horny He needed to fuck an ass and was I free. I said sure I cleaned out and got ready He was there in about 20 minutes and to my surprise there was a young guy with him He said is was his 22 year old nephew and wanted to watch two men fuck He fucked me for about 15 min till I heard him moan. Then I felt him.fill me with his cum He pulled out and it was dripping out. The nephew then said could he try. He got undressed quickly He had a nice dick and was hard as a rock He shoved his dick in me and was so excited he came in about 2 min. They left an I said any time both were welcome back

I go to a theater in Queens NYC and they have a dark bathroom. I always get naked in there since it seems like it attracts the guys who are really serious about fucking. I've taken so many cocks in there and taken guys loads that I'm sure I've been with a poz guy. I love that I never know who fucked me in there since you can't see anyone I do know almost all the guys fucked me raw which is what I look for a condom turns me off. That dark bathroom is awesome I've been gangbanged in there multiple times. I'm going back later this week for more.

I had the same thing when I was first diagnosed with HIV - I'd been fucking bareback pretty much every day for years and could only identify a few of the more recent ones by their online name, so I told the ones I remembered but I must have shot toxic loads into dozens, if not hundreds, of different guys.

Hey man- I recently purchased a replacement dildo for my Dick Rambone that had gotten too firm over time from the lubes and use. It is called Armadildo, and here in the US it is available on Amazon, as well as in many sex shops. Tho really, Amazon is so easy, and who knows, you might be one of the very lucky ones who has a smokin hot delivery person who will offer to help you break the new toy in LOL. Anyway- this is the Amazon pathway to get to the dildo section - Health & Household › Sexual Wellness › Adult Toys & Games › Sex Toys › Dildos The beauty of the armadildo is the head of the cock is sloped, which makes coaxing your 2nd ring a lot easier. For me, the 2nd ring was always a tough spot when using the Rambone, with the armadildo I went right thru it within a week of playing,and getting all the way to the base ( and pushing the 3rd ring ) came within another week- no stress, no tearing, and no soreness the next morning. Another thing you might try to help , I have an electric massager with various switchable attachments. I recently realized one was pretty much a suction cup just like the end of a few of my toys- so I put the suction cup against the dildo suction, worked the dildo up as far as I could get comfortable, and then switched the vibrator on and used the bed and my foot to brace it so it couldn't vibrate out, only in. About 10 minutes in I turned the vibrator off to give everything a rest, then back on 5 mins later, and before I realized it, I had vibrated all 18 insertable inches up my hole. And I could feel the vibrating top of the toy near my left hip bone when I ran my fingers around the area.

Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

Tropical La Zona is another adult men only clothing/optional bungalow resort similar to Basement Studios but has a much nicer layout/feel and is about a 7 min walk to the Yumbo Centre. It has a very calm/relaxing feel to it as it's gated off from prying outside eyes looking in. They do have a sort of maze/cruise area up the back of the resort but it's never really that busy as the patrons staying there have their own bungalows if they want to shag (although on previous trips, I've seen a couple fuck in the hot tub, had a guest give me blowjob until I exploded in full view of everyone around the pool area, and I remember one guy had is balcony door and curtains open and was ass up on the table waiting for someone to come and load him up). I have seen and participated in action in the maze area though but I guess it's mainly there for those visiting the resort (non-guests can visit and pay 5€ to sunbathe by the pool during the day but must leave once the bar closes). Also, at night after the bars have closed, it's not uncommon to see some guests walking around the resort nude looking for action. My last trip there I ended up fucking the guy that was staying in the bungalow next to me by walking around the resort nude that night (my partner never knew I snuck out that night 😈). The people that run it are super nice and there is a little bar by the pool that serves alcohol and a light food menu and manned until the early evening. People who stay are there are very friendly and I've made a few friends staying there in the past. I'll be in GC in early July this year and staying there again, but this time with a friend. A proper lads weekend! This will be my first trip to GC without my partner. While we're open, it'll be nice to be able to truly explore the cruiser side of GC without feeling self-conscious of my partner being right there if you know what I mean. I've experience Strong Construction before and it was a blast so I'm really looking forward to going solo and raw fucking as many guys as I want.

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

Just tested positive for gono and syph again. Oops. Dr: can you notify your sexual partners? This weeks? How long back lol? And no to most of them.

Thursday 22nd June 5pm-late choose a cumdump - or use them both! Pump, Dump and Dash or Stay and play as long as you like. Walk in, drop your pants, breed an ass deeep inside and leave. Will have lube and Poppers available. NO DRUGS, NO SMOKING, NO HNH, NO FF - Just deep Breeding!!! Door open, arse up, poppered up ready to be bred the way YOU want & take as many loads as possible Private studio flat beside the British Library

The sex was amazing! He was really good at foreplay. He made me want his cock so bad when he was playing with my hole, when we only did oral I was bummed about it. But when I got the full thing it was as good as I'd hoped. I agree, I slept with a guy I "worked with" (he wasn't on my team but worked on my floor). Nothing too bad.. just awkward when I stopped wanting to play with him but we still saw each other every day.. it took 6 months before he got the hint.

CHAPTER 72: Sharing is Caring. Before we all left the hotel, my dad's and I had one last time to get together and make love. This meant so much to me, sharing my love with my two dads. After we made love for hours, we simply laid naked in bed, embracing the moment. Our sweaty bodies entwined. All of our asses filled with cum. It was then my step dad that asked if I had a strong desire to gift someone who wanted gifted. I told him I definitely did as my experience had been remarkable. He asked if I had anyone in mind, and I said yes, but I wasn't sure if he wanted to be gifted. He asked me who, and I said my friend that I started experimenting from. My step dad said that he was hoping that I would say that, and had confidence that I could convince him about being converted. With that my step dad showered and headed back to his room, and my dad suggested we check the aps for chasers. We did find one, but we had to check out and didn't meet, bur agreed to keep in contact. Before we left, the waiter called the room and asked us to keep in touch, giving him his names on the gay aps, and giving us his number. He also gave us the same information for his twin. He also added that the spa had monthly drawings for hotel weekend packages, and to not be suprised if any, or even all won one! The waiter was super excited when I told him we had found a chaser, but didn't have time to hook up. The waiter laughed and simply said you better hope I don't find him before you meet up.

I have a similar story but the order was a little different. There was a career fair at my school and I scheduled a bunch of interviews for that week. The career fair was Monday-Tuesday and interviews were Thurs-Friday. Tuesday night I see a guy on Scruff and we start talking. He's hot as fuck and did tell me he was with a company for the career fair but didn't say which one. My school has ~40k students so we didn't look too much into it. Wednesday night I went to his hotel room and we played around, but just oral because he was married (to a guy) and so he didn't do anal. As you can guess he was one of two guys who interviewed me for a job. We both handled it really well I think, but I was distracted by his chest hair peeking out of his polo the whole interview 😂. I successfully passed that interview (was 1st of 2 rounds) and ended up passing the 2nd one too which he was NOT a part of. We hooked up again and fucked that time, when he was at another college a couple hours away. That was before the 2nd interview, and when I got a job offer he was trying to convince me to take it so I could be in a throuple with him and his husband... oof. I declined the job (not because of that, just had a better offer) so that never came close to happening. He ended up getting a divorce 2 years later 😞

There are a few good clubs (IMO), but it depends on your perception of 'good'. As for the hotel, I think they have realised: they are no longer taking bookings for one night only - minimum two nights. There's still five ads on BBRT for the weekend though... Agree with @ErosWired here. Probably they're attending more places now so I'm seeing it around more and more. And I agree with the costume comment. What's next will be people getting biohazard tattoos to be 'edgy' ???

I catch things at least twice a year. At the and of last year I’ve got Syphilis and mycoplasma gen. Last time gono. I always inform all the known guys I fucked with within the window period. Of course I don’t know the majority of them from saunas, cruising bars, places, especially from dark rooms or glory holes. TBH it’s a bit boring to get STDs so often. On the other hand, even more guys warn me to slow down. I don’t know, because I fucking need this. Not the STDs but to have sex with lots of guys especially strangers.

A few trends I've noticed: Guys who go to a cruise/fetish party and are too glued to their phones to notice guys in the same room. The invention and rise of online "Cash Masters" in the last few years. The thing with the dog hoods and pretending to be a puppy. Traditional Skinhead and Leather scene getting smaller and very few younger guys getting into it. Fetishgear becoming fashion and label brand oriented for twinks rather than into it for fetish (Looking at you, Mr Reigellio) Although viagra and others are more readily available more and more guys in darkrooms etc. who can't get it up I guess because of illegal drugs. Bareback is no longer a USP/differentiator. Increasing numbers of different ads (5+ sometimes) on BBRT for different guys doing the cum-dump thing on the same Saturday in what is becoming known as the cum-dump hotel in London. It's not all bad though. Some of the above is just effects of the changing landscape we live in evolving.

You should have stayed a little longer. There was at a park where i used to live, met a top there went to his car in the large parking lot and i was sucking him. He told me to keep down as a car parked close by. They sat there for a while got out and walked over and said not cops. We wanted to watch. So I was told to keep sucking and the other guys watched from the other side and pulled my sweats down to see my ass. The cock i was sucking just then blew. As i got up and pulled my pants up they said there is a spot they play at if i wanted to go. So dumb horny me said yes they were carrying some blankets and me the guy i just sucked followed the two of them deep in the woods to a small clearing. The put the blankets down and stripped. So i stripped and they pulled me to the blanket made me get on all 4's and I got rimmed and fucked by all three. Glad the guy i was sucking didnt leave fast

No, I slap it in the face, fuck it even harder while I choke it to get it to stfu then I make sure to drain my balls in it as deep as I can. Then I spit in its face and remind it to NEVER tell a top what to do or ask him to pull out. Faggots take loads with no questions asked, simple as that.

Once again it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 70: Double Stuffed Part 3. The waited got on the bed, and told my step dad to ride his cock. My dad eagerly did as told, and rode his cock for a few minutes before his twin mounted him. Surprisingly my dad didn't take it as well as I did. He was moaning in both pleasure and pain. Once he started thrusting, my real dad and I headed to the sofa where he instructed me to get ass up with my head over the arm. In this position we could still fuck, but be able to watch my step dad get double fucked. After they finished inside him, they came over to the sofa and had me clean their cocks while my dad was still fucking me. Dad went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his shirt to make it look like he was sweaty from gym and run. He didn't need much water though as he was soaked in sweat from his double breeding. The twins then moved to my bed where they watched my dad breed me. They were apparently spent from their session with my step dad. Although they were playing with each others cocks, neither seemed to rise to the occasion. Dad finished inside me, and we headed to the bed to join the twins, kissing them, and tweaking their nipples. Sadly that didn't seem to get them hard. The twins said no worries, with some more rest, they would rise to the occasion, and if not, they both had Tri Mix to make sure they made did! Chapter 4: Double Stuffed Part 4. Dad headed back to his room, where mom was spread eagle on the bed fingering herself, with the domed dish between her legs. Dads balls were heavy with cum, and although he preferred to be up my ass, he'd settle for mom's pussy. She told my step dad to shower, and join her for desert in bed. He towel off and headed to the bedroom where mom told him to lick her fingers clean. He did as she said, and then dad put his fingers into the whipped cream and said lick my fingers bitch! She obliged saying it had an odd taste, to which dad said maybe you should have put it into the fridge before you put your fingers up your pussy. She then grabbed my dad's cock, and told him that if he wanted it sucked, to coat it with the peanut butter pie. He did, and ended up telling me it was the most incredible blow job he'd had from her. Of course he ended up seeding her, but who wants to hear about that? Back to double stuffing! Nothing we did to the twins got them hard again, so they both injected themselves with Tri Mix. This was something totally unknown to me, and was a bit uncomfortable watching someone inject their cock. Although it was uncomfortable watching, it did the job! Now I hadn't had M2M sex before 18, but I was no stranger to my right hand. I remember being able to stay hard for several hours, and cumming multiple times. My real dad took both of their cocks like a champ! Much better than my step dad did. After they both nutted in him, they remained hard for 3-4 hours. The twins took turns breeding me while my dad watched me being the cum dump I was meant to be. After the twins left, my dad finished the night by putting his load deep in me. We then fell asleep with his cock still in my ass. When he slipped out, I felt a large metal plug inserted in my ass.

Of course I'm clean. I shower daily. However my load is charged........But for those that need to know , I'm neg on prep

Proud gay man here, love sucking the dick, just wish I did more when I was younger with older guys

Part 18 Ryan was jackhammering my hole powerfully and relentlessly, burying his fat hard meat over and over in my guts as deep as he could. His thrusts were so forceful I could barely hold on to my dick to jack it. But that didn't matter. What DID matter was the unimaginable pleasure this young hairy man was making my sore but greedy ass feel each and every time his cock bottomed out in my fuckhole. I don't know how long he had been fucking me like this or how long he'd been fucking me at all. When he first slid his cock into me he had gone slow and easy, allowing us both to enjoy the initial connecting of our bodies. We had made out passionately like two teenagers in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. His muscled hard hairy body had felt so good grinding against my own sweaty hairy body. He kept the dirty sex talk going too to heighten our arousal. “Aw damn, Daddy Justin,” he'd moaned after the first few slow steady strokes. “I can feel all that cum inside your ass lubing up and coating my raw dick. All that cum Drew and then Kevin dumped in you. I'm fucking it deeper into your ass. You like me using their cum to fuck you don't you?” “Oh fuck yes!” I'd answered him. “Fuck their cum deep in me! And make room for your cum man! I want you to add yours to theirs,” I almost pleaded. “You'll get it stud. I promise. I've been wanting to breed you since Kevin and I first met you in the park. Just like I fucked Kevin not long before that. Remember eating my cum out of his ass?” “Hell yeah I do! Tasted so good! I want your cum in my ass just like Kevin got it! Cum in my married fucking ass Ryan and breed me!”, I'd shouted. And now it seemed he was getting close to doing exactly that based on how intensely he was fucking me. I was in a mindfog resulting from a combination of lust, sex and Tina. Nothing else seemed to be important besides Ryan's dick in me and my need for his cum. His was the third dick to fuck me today and his would be the third load of cum to flood my hole. And if all three of these hard-dicked fuckers wanted to go for round two I was more than willing. I suddenly became aware that Ryan was once again fucking me in a slower more sensuous rhythm. I wanted him to cum in me but this slower pace was probably meant to extend our fuck. I opened my eyes to see Ryan just finishing up a hit on the pipe Kevin had offered him. They both noticed me watching them and Kevin asked if I wanted some more fuck smoke. A question all of us knew didn't need to be asked. Kevin climbed up on the table then straddled my waist, kneeling on his knees as he leaned forward and slid the pipe stem between my lips then lit the flame. As I started to inhale I felt Ryan's cock continue prodding my insides with the head of his cock, while at the same time Kevin started talking. “That's it, buddy,” he said looking directly in my eyes. “Keep smoking. You like that smoke and how it makes you feel, I know. We all like the way the fuck smoke makes you feel and willing to have fun with us. It makes you a cock and cum slut just like us. You like being that don't you, Justin?” Kevin asked as I blew out a big cloud. “Mmmmm, yeah. I do. I can't believe how much I want it. Everything,” I finished just as Kevin lit the bowl again and told me to take another, bigger hit. As I readily followed his instructions I felt a hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and start stroking it up and down with what felt like lube. The unseen hand worked my cock as I continued drawing in the fuck smoke and Ryan continued feeding my ass his cock. Could it get any better?, I asked myself. I was about to find out. As I exhaled my second hit and started a third one at Kevin's urging I was only hazily aware that Kevin was repositioning himself, lowering himself until I felt his hairy ass crack make contact with my rigid cock. My eyes widened but I kept inhaling more fuck smoke and heard Kevin say, “You know, buddy, you've fucked Drew and Ryan. I think it's time you fuck me too so I can feel your cheating married daddy dick in my ass and feel it cumming in me. Mixing your cum with Ryan's. You want to fuck me too, Justin?” he asked pulling the pipe from my lips at the same time he slid his ass over my cockhead. I blew out the smoke not bothering to hold it in this time. “Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Your hole is so tight and warm. And wet!” I said loud enough for all of us to hear. “It's wet from all the cum I dumped in him earlier, daddy,” Ryan said looking over Kevin's shoulder as Kevin took the remaining inches of my cock inside his hole. “Just like I'm going to make your hole wetter when I add my cum to Drew's and Kevin's. Fuck him, dude. Fuck him and breed him while I fuck and breed you at the same time!” I knew then that, yes, it definitely could get better! (to be continued)

I'm pretty sure there are some members who actually believe they were infected pre-1980 (and kudos to them for their tenacity in making it through those many years when meds were not what they are today!). I'll let them comment here themselves if they see fit.

Once he’d composed himself, I excused myself to grab some snacks and more beers. When I came back, he was sat leafing through a ‘male art photography’ book. He slammed it closed as soon as he saw me, “Err… Sorry, John…” “No need to be sorry. Look at anything you want,” I said, putting the tray of snacks and cans on the side table. I sat next to him, “Did you like the pictures in that book?” “Well… They’re good pictures… But, erm… Do men really do those things?” I knew exactly what he was asking – the images in the book went rapidly from nudes, to shots of oral, anal and rimming – but gave him a hammy confused look. “Like… Do you let men put their wi… cock in your mouth? Do they lick your bottom?” His cock twitched a little with each thought and his eyes betrayed him. I gave him my best matter-of-fact look, “Well, yes, Dan. I suck cock, fuck and rim arse, and vice versa.” He stared at me in what seemed like awed disbelief, unconsciously licking his lips and fingering his shaft. “Does it upset you, me talking like that?” He shook his head a little bashfully, mumbling some kind of catechism under his breath. “Look, you can get dressed and go home whenever you like. I won’t be offended.” “Oh, no, Mr… John. I just don’t know how to talk about this.” His eyes kept flicking down to my hard-on, which was now glistening with precum, but nowhere near what he was producing. It was literally running down his shaft. “That’s OK. Let’s have some snacks and just chat.” And so we did. I steered the conversation to his college plans while we ate and he became more relaxed and talkative. After food, We started on our second beer and I lit another spliff. After he’d had a couple of tokes, he started to get a little agitated again, “Erm…” he seemed to choke on his words. “Just say whatever you want. You won’t shock me, and I won’t mock you for getting it wrong.” “It’s just…” I fixed his eyes with mine, reaching out to run the back of my hand over his chest and belly until gently gripping his shaft. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” He grunted his assent. I released his cock to start stroking his thighs and tickling his balls. I knew I had to take it easy or he’d blow his load in moments and who knows how he’d react to that if I hadn’t got him relaxed again. I moved in closer to whisper, “I’m glad you aren’t wearing body spray. Men smell much better when they’re natural.” Then I kissed his neck, down to his shoulder and across his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples. Each touch elicited a light moan, and I could feel him relaxing with each new sensation. By now, he was lying back on the beanbag and I gently lifted his left arm, taking a deep hit of him before kissing then licking his pit. “Oohhh!…” His cock pulsed against my belly and his head fell back. I lapped at his sweat, covering my face in his scent, until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He inexpertly guided me across to his other pit, and I made sure to graze my chin stubble across his nipples on the way. After a few minutes savouring him, I pulled away a little and moved in to kiss him. He tensed at first, not knowing what to do, but soon enough opened to me and we exchanged a deep kiss. Now he was relaxed in the zone he was a natural. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I’m going to suck your cock, now. OK?” His eyes widened and glinted. He just nodded. I kissed my way down his chest, over his belly to his leg and that wonderful crease between his thigh and ballsack. I lapped all around his thighs and balls, taking each into my mouth as I passed. Then licked up the length of his shaft until I could get my tongue into the lake of precum crowning over his foreskin. Then licking under the ʼskin, over the head, pushing his ʼskin back, and taking the knob in my mouth. I slowly took him further into my mouth, giving the full tongue treatment over his head and shaft, until I had him poking at my throat. Not wanting to spook him, I started pulling back, only to repeat the process, and again, and again… A little further each time. Is it wrong that hearing him mumble his catechism made me crave his cock even more? It wasn’t too long before I had my chin pressed hard against his balls, and I flexed my throat around him before pulling back to dive back down again. His muttering was getting more earnest – I took it as a sign he was going to cum – and he grabbed my head and yanked me off him. He was staring down at me looking worried, “You… You’ve got to stop… I… I’m… I think I’m going to pee.” The thought seemed to horrify him. I smiled at him, “You’re not going to pee, Dan. Don’t worry.” I went straight down on him again, his hands still on my head, and started long-sucking and tonguing his shaft while stroking his balls which had nearly disappeared back inside. It took maybe 20 seconds before, “AARRGGHH!” and he started shaking bodily, his hands falling from my head as the first spurt of cum splashed from his head between my lips to the back of my throat. The force of the jet made me cough, and his cock twitched so strongly he popped out of my mouth. The second spurt hit me square in the face. A third fountained into the air to splatter over both of us. His cock slapped his belly as the fourth laid a trail from his face to his navel. I lifted his cock, taking his fifth jet on my face before getting my mouth round him. Ready for the sixth pulse, I used it to lube him into my throat, taking jets seven and eight before pulling back to taste nine and ten before sitting up to look at him. He was still juddering, as if fitting, breathlessly reciting, and pumping cum onto his belly. There were four or five weaker spurts before his cock started slackening and the last of his load oozed from the tip. He was lying out, head back eyes close, mouth open. An almost angelic look of satisfaction on his face.

Love it when guys beg for more! 😜🐷

Part 5 Both of us were high and horny as hell from the joints we kept smoking and the beer and booze we kept drinking. The sounds of raw man-on-man sex from the dvd that was playing egged us on even more too. I was slurping noisily on my little brother's hard as nails leaking cock, letting the precum pool on my tongue then swallowing it only to have it quickly replaced by more. This guy leaks precum constantly and tasting it only makes me hungrier to taste his full loads of thick jizz sliding down my throat. Chad's dirty talk mixed with letting me know how good I was making him feel fueled my desire to please him and make this night one he'd always remember. That thought made me grin around his pulsing cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. It was time I told myself to start making the night “special”. I pulled my lips off of my little brother's slick hard cock and watched it smack against his hard abs, hearing the “thwap” sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chad looked down at me, his face flushed and his eyes a bit unfocused, and his sexy beautiful smile even more attractive as he was enjoying his sex high. “Mmmmm bro,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over my sweaty head. “Your mouth is frigging awesome! You had me close to feeding you my cum. Why'd you stop?” I slid up on the disheveled bed to lay next to him. We moved our mouths onto each other as we kissed intensely. Breaking the kiss I reached down and took Chad's hard cock in my fist and slowly started to jack it for him, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back on the pillow and say, “Yeah, Lance. Jack that dick. Work another load out of your little brother's cock for you to eat.” I lightly kissed his neck and said, “Oh don't worry little brother. I'm gonna work loads and loads of cum out of your nuts tonight. And I'm gonna make sure you get lots of loads of your big bro's married cum.” “My big bro's married cheating incest cum,” he groaned eagerly. His filthy talk about our ta*boo sex always stoked our libidos. “You know it, buddy. All you want. But before we start the next round I have something I want you to try. It'll make everything we do for the rest of the night hotter and more fun than ever.” Saying that, I got off the bed and walked over to my gym bag even as Chad raised his head and opened his eyes asking me what I was talking about. My hand easily grabbed the pipe, torch and one of the many plastic bags I had made sure were packed before leaving my house to come here to the hotel. I turned back around to face Chad and walked to the bed, my cock harder than just a couple of minutes ago as my excitement grew thinking of the effect the tina would have on Chad. I hoped he'd be willing to take it and was pretty sure he would, but the slight doubt wouldn't be gone until I saw him blowing clouds. I climbed back onto the bed and put my back against the headboard indicating for Chad to do the same. Finally he asked, “What's all that, big bro? What are you up to?”, giving me a lusty smirk. I started my answer in a round-about way. “You remember when you were out of town for a few days a couple or three weeks ago? And how we talked on the phone every day and both of us were telling each other how horny we were to have sex together?” Chad was lazily stroking his dick and gave me a leer. “Yeah, bro, I remember. Both of us were saying we had a major case of blue balls,” he chuckled. I smiled at his wording. “Exactly. So we both said we'd have no problem if either of us hooked up with somebody until we could get together again. Hell, we're not exclusive, right?” I laughed knowing how much we both needed and enjoyed sex. “Sure, sure,” Chad said, his gaze more focused now that he realized I was working up to something he'd like. “You told me about the hot trucker you met and played with and how good the sex was with him,” he continued. “Matter of fact, big bro, I think you said it was great as fuck, not just good.” We both laughed as we could feel the sexual tension in the room growing. I held up the items in my hand to give Chad a closer and better look. “Yeah, it was,” I answered, “and this was a big part of why,” I said as I gave the small plastic bag a slight shake. Before Chad could ask I told him it was tina. “Ever heard of it little bro?” “Yeah,” he answered with obvious excitement in his voice. “Never tried it but I've heard it is some wild sh*t for partying and fucking.” “Like you can't imagine!” I replied, the excitement in my voice matching his. “The trucker introduced me to it and little bro it was fucking out of this world how hot and sleazy it made the fun with the trucker. I want us to do it together. Let it make everything tonight wilder, dirtier, and hotter than ever.” Chad had taken the bag from my hand when I offered it to him and was now looking at it closely. I felt my boner throb and my asshole twitch. With a mischievous glint in his eyes Chad looked up at me and said, “We've had some damn good wild, dirty and hot fun together, bro. And this will make it all even nastier?” “Hell yeah it will, little bro!” I said reaching for the baggie as Chad returned to stroking his dick. “Let's do it!”, he answered. “Show me, big bro.” From the plastic baggie I took 3 good-sized shards and put them in the bowl of the pipe, like the trucker had shown me. They made a nice pile that should give Chad and me quite a few hits before there'd be a need to refill the bowl. I resealed the baggie and placed it on the bedside table then turned back to meet Chad's eager face as I moved the torch under the bowl. “So,” I told him, “the shards of tina go in the bowl and then we heat up the bowl making them melt and start to smoke. It's the smoke that does it. We inhale it once the bowl is full of white clouds, hold the smoke in for a little bit then blow it out. It starts to hit real quick once you blow out the smoke. I'll do it first and show you,” I said, bringing the torch to life underneath the bowl. As my sexy naked little brother watched I heated the bowl, the shards melting quickly and filling the bowl with the swirling white smoke I had quickly learned to crave as the trucker had coached me and made sure I had all I wanted. A quick thought ran through my mind that tina wasn't the only thing the trucker had introduced me to. But I didn't let the thought linger as I put the stem of the pipe to my lips and slowly began sucking it in. I took deep inhales, emptying the smoke-filled bowl twice before taking my lips off of the pipe. Holding my breath I looked at Chad who was following every move and jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his hard nips with the other. Not able to hold my breath any longer and knowing this was going to be a big cloud I let the smoke escape between my parted lips, blowing it right into Chad's face. Damn! It was the biggest cloud I'd blown yet I thought. But then of course I HAD taken a big-ass hit knowing that Chad watching. “Hot fucking damn, big bro!” Chad let out, making it clear he was impressed and turned on. “Watching you blow that smoke out got me horny as hell!” “You ready to try it, little bro?” I asked handing him the pipe. “You fucking know it!” he said as he took the pipe from me and put it between his lips. My hands were trembling in anticipation and excitement as I put the torch under the bowl and lit it. “Keep sucking it in until I tell you to stop, okay,” I told him as we both watched the bowl fill with smoke. He nodded as he began inhaling. “Consider this one of your graduation gifts, little bro,” I whispered as I watched the beginning of his transformation and corruption. (to be continued)

I was out on my morning walk/jog/run this morning and super horny so I had Grindr going and was soon talking with a couple guys. One was nearby at the Toyota dealer getting his oil changed. A cute 29 year old stocky Latino guy who looked younger than that. He sent a cock picture showing a pretty thick and long uncut cock with a curve. I loved that his profile said he barebacked and was verse and he was pretty clear he wanted to fuck me, but needed me to pick him up to do it. I told him I was sweaty and needed to shower, but he told me was cool if I was sweaty and wanted to do this quick. I went back to my house quick, jumped in my truck and went over to pick him up. In person he was even hotter and had a butch voice too. I'd told him there were places nearby we could park and fuck that were safe and we headed to one and parked. We both stripped down and i got down to start sucking his cock and was loving it. He was already throwing off a lot of precum and I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me. He told me he was getting close and I got up to straddle his cock and lower my ass down on it. I'd got his cock head in my ass when he asked me if I had a condom. I told him I didn't but I was cool for taking him raw. He told me he couldn't do that as it was too risky and said we needed to go get condoms. By now I had his whole cock in me and was stunned as he didn't seem to mind being in me raw and his profile said bareback. I was about to call him out on it, but instead started riding him saying it was cool, we could start out raw and he could pull out to cum. It was clear from his case he was enjoying it but said "No bro, we need to go get some. There's a CVS nearby." I kept riding his cock and he again said to stop and that we needed to get condoms. I was tempted to push it but decided against it. I got off his cock sad about having to do that and put my shorts back on and told him to leave his pants off so I could stroke his cock as I drove. It wasn't far to the CVS and I went in to get some condoms. I like smirking at the cashier on the way out as it looks like I'm getting some, but in reality I'm gonna get it in the ass like the pig I am. I have a pen knife in my pocket and pulled out one of the condoms and nicked it with the tip of the pen knife so I knew it would fail once he started fucking me and put it back in the box so I would know to grab it for him. I got back in the truck and we drove back to the spot, me jerking his cock as we did. He thanked me for getting and said it would be better for both of us if he wrapped. We parked again and I grabbed the right condom out of the packet, pulled my shorts off and opened the condom and put it on him. I grabbed some lube out of the glove box as I knew I would need iot to take a wrapped cock and then started easing my ass down on his cock. His cock felt even bigger and more painful with the condom on it, but I knew the condom would fail and I'd get his load anyhow. I was riding him extra vigorously and being verbal hoping that would tear the condom more. He liked that I was so into getting fucked and me telling him how good his cock felt in me. He let loose with a loud groan and I knew he'd cum inside me even if he didn't know that. I slowed my riding him and eased my ass off his cock, quickly pulling the condom off his dick, putting down the window and tossing it out.It was pretty clearly torn so most of his load was inside me and I put the window back up. He'd been stroking my cock and admitted he doesn't normally bottom but wanted me to fuck him, but that I had to wrap to do it. Talk about a boner killer. I got hard and wrapped to fuck this stud but just could not stay hard enough to get to an orgasm. I'd pull out, pull of the condom and jerk a bit, put it back on and try some more. I knew if I was barebacking him I'd have no problem and would have blasted a satisfying load deep inside him. I kept trying and then the condom slipped off my cock and suddenly I was fucking him bare. I know I should have told him rather than being a dick, but wanted release and so I kept fucking him saying nothing now that I was rock hard. He had his back to me and wasn't one of those condom Nazis constantly checking to make sure I still have the condom on. I shot a massive load inside of him and kept stroking, hoping to pump another one inside him. I was surprised he hadn't realized I was now rawdogging him but he said nothing or didn't realize it. I was so turned on it took little for me to bust another load inside him. As I slid out I knew I'd have to fake surprise that the condom came off and did a good job, apologizing profusely. He was kinda dumb like he didn't comprehend, so I explained it slid off as I was pulling out, which he fell for. He still didn't seem to be grasping it and I wasn't about to go into more detail and started putting my clothes back on. I figured I better drop him back before he figures it out and possibly gets mad/angry that he's got my loads in his ass. As hot as he was and how bad I'd love to take his dick again, that he wanted it safe was tiring and not worth it. I'd got his load which is what I really wanted, and that I got to dump my loads inside him was an added bonus. I was still kind of pissed he lures people in posting he wants bareback but then does a bait and switch. I dropped him off and neither of us said anything to each other. Eventually he'll the condom is still in his ass along with my cum and he'll probably be pissed.

You guys spouting off all the bugchasing noise - this isn’t the Backroom. This is the HIV & Sexual Health part of the forum. Unless and until this thread gets moved there, you’re risking infractions posting that.

Thanks. It sucks to get old. I think I scared the trucker dude. He was a bit panicked I was just glad I wore the shorts I did. Was easy to get them pulled up. 🙂. He was a good fuck; he was in that sweet spot of size for me. Big enough to know I was getting fucks but not so big that it that there was any difficulty. I don't think I'll be doing it in a sleeper cab again.

I’ve never understood this, as it flies in the face of what I’ve always believed to be true of men - that, on the whole, they will get laid if given any opportunity. The reproductive instinct is very strong, and most men, statistically, think about sex in at least some fashion multiple times in a day. Yet we lead the horse to water and it doesn’t drink. Given the ecstatic pleasure to be had from intercourse that can be obtained no other way, I’m at a loss to explain why so many walk away from it like leaving a hundred-dollar bill lying on the sidewalk. I mean, I can understand a guy passing on me if he thinks I’m a five-dollar whore, but I would at least expect him to fuck somebody.

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

I get into a fuck coma now and then. I don’t know if it’s all the cock, cum, fasting, or fucking. After 5 guys in a five hour period, especially if the last one is rough and hard. I have to call it quits. I’d like to have 15 guys lined up for 5 mins each breeding me continuously. That never happens… when it does it’s so hot to feel one raw dick after the other breed me.

Nothing more happened with him. The entire project was very demanding and we both acted very professional and then he flew out on a red-eye immediately after we wrapped. I'm really just curious if any one else has run into similar situations of "oh that's the guy I had sex with who's name I don't know" that you had to spend time with and act like you didn't have sex. I've had many situations where people hit me up on grindr with their explicit photos and then I see them in person waiting on the subway the next morning dressed all professional and I think to myself, "I have seen your asshole" and we both act like that's not how we know each other. Maybe that's only common to places like NYC.

As an avid fistee, I can say you never come back. I think a sloppy pussy is a badge of honor.

I love how innocent you are. It won't, if anything it will make going to the toilet easier. As you stretcher your sphincter to take fists and larger toys, you're stretching the muscle to accommodate it, however as its a ring of muscle it relaxes back into shape once you stop exercising it. So when you're not playing and are not empty your sphincter will relax back towards its usual shape and size and hold everything in, however when it starts getting stimulated again it starts to relax quicker so you can be fucked or fisted without much working up to it.

This has been answered before, but to recap: 1. There is no sure-fire way of becoming HIV+, although the odds can be increased or decreased in various ways. Getting fucked by someone with a very high viral load is more likely to infect than by someone with a really low viral load, for example, but the lower viral load might convert someone while the higher viral load might not. 2. The viral load of the person who infects someone else does not, generally speaking, change how fast the infected person (if untreated) progresses to AIDS. 3. The only somewhat relevant thing here is that IF the infecting person has a strain of HIV that is largely med-resistant (and those are, for the most part, rare in the west), then it's possible that someone infected by him may progress faster simply because there's not an effective treatment. But that's a different thing than a "high viral load".

why the heck were your downvoted for this!? 🤔

I’m nothing special either, and like you, I very seldom go home unfucked when I make the effort to go out in search of the connection. But I think that’s the point - half of winning the game is showing up to play. There may well be a surplus of bottoms, but they’re not all equally putting their asses out there in real time in a real way such that they might really contend for the available cock. For every one like me and you, there’s a multiple of wish-that-were-me bottoms who sit behind their screens and don’t actually try. Honestly - how hard is it really to end up with a cock in your cunt if someone like me can have over 1,000 men having fucked him? All I’ve done has been to show up and present my naked ass (suitably prepped). I don’t even proactively try to persuade men, I just announce my presence and take what comes. So it may be that looking at the total number of declared bottoms is actually a misleading measure - perhaps we should be asking whether there’s a surplus of functional, active, DTF bottoms.

Good advice @FallenLad... I typically start with something a little more narrower first.....(similar to second dildo on the right) and take some time to focus on gripping and releasing in a controlled manner... feels great, and my mind knows it is taking control of the hole(s). I take the time to ride a little and grip/loose etc while going deeper. I work slowly through the second hole and also enjoy that assplay. Once I am loose and juicy, I move on to the bigger and longer ones... by this point, you are still stretching wider and going deeper, but also feel great and are enjoying the ass play. It's a great feeling when you feel the head of a giant dildo sliding up into the next level.... Great question @ffeccome.... you are wise to start slow and don't do any damage. It gets easier with practice.

A shot-out to Olissipo Sauna in Lisbon here. This is a small sauna and mainly mature clientele but I've found plenty of guys will dip it raw and seed you properly without a thought. Must be an age thing?

You posted this in the sexual health section, not the backroom, so I’ll answer you. On September 14 of this year, I’ll be a nine-year AIDS survivor, that being the anniversary if the day I was released from the hospital where I came as close to dying from HIV as you can without actually doing it. And I’ll start by saying that that does not make me a member of some goddamn “brotherhood” of people who love their disease. HIV is the Enemy. What was progression like from pozzing until the (damn near) end? Mostly a big suitcase full of nothing to speak of, because I never knew I was positive until it has already progressed to AIDS. There were signs. My seroconversion illness was severe, and put me in the hospital for a week while they treated my symptoms, but the test for HIV came back false negative, so they assumed it was some nameless virus that I got over, and sent me home. I did not, therefore, begin ART when it could have preserved my immune system. Three years passed, in which I had no clue that I was being eaten alive inside. All I knew was that I was gettin progressively more and more tired during the day at work, to the point that I finally had to start lying down on the floor of my office to regain enough energy to continue. Trips to the doctor showed anemia and drops in B12, which might have raised flags with my GP, had he been more aware of HIV. He wasn’t. I did test myself for HIV a couple of times during that period, though there wasn’t a lot if reason to; I wasn’t feeling sexy enough, and didn’t have the energy, to play. The at-home tests I took both reported negative. False negatives. So it wasn’t until late July of 2014 that it all caved in. I got pneumonia. Then, as soon as I recovered, I got it again. Because I no longer had an immune system. That was followed immediately by fungal meningitis, accompanied by the two small strokes that nearly ended my life, and whose aftermath I still contend with today. You want to know what the progression is like from pozzing until AIDS ends you? You’re asking the wrong fucking question now that AIDS isn’t a death sentence. The “progression” keeps on progressing once you survive, and it ain’t pretty. It’s meds, and side effects, and body changes, and forced lifestyle changes, and doctors, doctors, needles, needles, and more needless, everlasting test after test, because the Enemy is in you, Sweetcheeks, and they can’t get it out, and it will try to kill you every fucking day you let it. And the “progression” never feels like progress because every. single. day you get reminded that you have HIV. Every day. Because every single day you have to stop and take a pill to keep yourself from dying. There’s no choice. None. If you choose not to treat the disease, you will die. It’s just a question of how soon, and how miserably. If you’re looking for someone’s account of how wonderful and transformative it was for them to contract a debilitating, life-twisting and ultimately life-ending ailment, I think it’s important for you to know just how deeply shitty it actually is. I stand in solidarity with every survivor fighting the Enemy to stay alive and live some semblance of a normal life. But I am nobody’s “poz brother”. Fuck that noise.

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

No. Charlotte NC. Just got. Load dumped in me. Still horny and high in my hotel room looking for more

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.

It's been 10 years since this question was first posted. Might be interesting to see how current answers compare to those of a decade ago. Here are mine: 1. Are they expensive? I guess that's a relative question. If you are on the Forbes 500 wealthiest list, then paying the $4,000 a month retail cost would be peanuts for you. On the other hand, that amount could be twice a normal worker's take home pay. Personally, I think meds are expensive. 2. (for U.S. readers) Do you think "Obamacare" will reduce the cost of HIV treatment? The Affordable Care Act (AKA Obamacare) was extremely helpful for me -- at least in the beginning. Insurance companies are now finding ways to shift more costs onto the consumer by doing things like reclassifying HIV meds as "Specialty" tier which lets them charge a higher co-pay. I turned 65 last year so I am now on Medicare and find it is worse than the ACA in terms of coverage. (FYI: if you have coverage through the ACA, you cannot keep it once you turn 65. You must cancel your ACA plan and join Medicare.) In my area, all drug plans have large deductibles which means my copay is over $1,000 a month for the first 2 months of the year. If you qualify, Ryan White will cover that copay, but going back to question one, Yes , meds are still expensive. 3. Are the side effects really that bad? Modern drugs are pretty good in terms of minimizing side effects. Liver and kidney functions are still closely monitored, but over all, side effects are usually minimal. (Side note: when I was on Atripla I had very vivid dreams and I really miss that now that I'm on Biktarvy. My Atripla dreams were hilarious.) 4. Is it true that meds, not HIV/AIDS itself, is what gives you "the look"? Are guys that are strict about taking their meds more likely to have "the look"? Yes, it was the early med that caused fat redistribution in some people. Newer meds are less likely to cause that, however it is a side effect that is still studied. 5. Did you have to experiment with a lot of different meds to find the one you like? Early on, my doctor tried to change my med to try to increase my CD4 count faster, but I didn't like it and went back to Atripla. A year or two ago I was switched to Biktarvy since it is less toxic to the kidneys. 6. Do you take a cocktail of meds each day, or one pill with various NRTIs in it? Calling it a "cocktail" makes it sound so delicious. But no, I take one pill, with 3 active ingredients, once a day. 7. How are the 1990s meds (AZT, etc.) different from what we have now? I was never on AZT so I have no personal experience to compare. From what I've read, I'd say the newer classes of drugs are better at suppressing the virus while being less toxic to the individual. 8. Let's say someone doesn't know that you're POZ and asks what all those pill bottles are for - do you lie or tell the truth? First of all, why are you letting people root through your medicine cabinet? Second, there's only on med bottle, and three, I'm not hiding my status, but seriously, stay out of my medicine cabinet. 9. Do you ever take a meds vacation to get your VL higher when you're going to poz up a NEG? This may have been a thing 30 - 40 years ago, but I think most people today actually want to take care of themselves and avoid creating more victims by passing along an incurable illness. It took me years to attain an undetectable status. I'm not going to intentionally fuck that up. 10. Will meds make me not as horny to recharge and keep spreading The Gift? If that's your idea of a gift, please stay away from my birthday party. 11. I take Xanax every day, and I know that I keep getting tolerant to it and have to take more and more. Does the same thing happen with meds? No. Unless there is a mutation in the virus that makes it resistant, your dose would stay the same. If the virus is resistant, you'd be switched to a different med.

PART 8: Shawn had finished giving David (hot jock boy) his sponge bath, and we untied him. We were all naked and exhausted. David swung his legs off the bed and sat there slumped over looking at the ground.. "Shawn?" David said still focused on the floor. Shawn was caught off guard but responded, "Yes David?" "I'm sorry man. I've gotten away with the kind of shit I did to you in that alley my whole life, I'm fucked up man. I'm not right in the head, I've just fucking used people, often without their consent like I was entitled to take anything I wanted from anyone. I'm...I don't know why I'm even here." Shawn looked at Marcus, then at me with an inquisitive look like he didn't know what to say... "Look David, what you did to me and the way you made me feel was shitty, and my two buddies here Marcus and Nick, well, I don't think they ever had any intention of letting you get away with it. That's why you're here, it was payback." As Shawn spoke David shrank into himself more, he cradled his face in his hands now and we could barely understand him when he spoke, "I know that's why I'm "here," David paused, "but that's not what I meant. I mean, Why am I HERE? Like why the fuck is a piece of shit like me alive!?" I watched David become even smaller as he sobbed uncontrollably into his hands, his back was shaking up and down as he wailed, this kid was letting a lifetime of self hatred out in front of us. Strangers, save for Shawn. Marcus, Shawn and I exchanged glances at each other with wide eyes, and looks of ...pity on our faces. Shawn made a move towards David, but Marcus grabbed his arm and sat down beside David on the bed wrapping his strong muscular arms around David, who immediately fell into Marcus, letting Marcus envelope him as he tried to get his sobbing under control. I've seen people fall apart before at funerals and in the hospital, but I've never seen this. This guy, this hot gorgeous jock, was completely and utterly broken. I think we all were in a state of disbelief. Marcus stroked David's back and coaxed him into laying back down while David folded into Marcus' lean beautiful frame. He motioned for us to join them. I crawled up behind Marcus and Shawn surprising went toward David to become his little spoon. David tried to push Shawn away saying, "Don't man. I can't touch you. I don't deserve to touch you." Shawn retorted, "I know you don't deserve my smokin hot body David, but I wanna be hugged too, so get over it." David reluctantly slid his big biceps around Shawn's leaner tone body and squeezed him tight, like he was a single life jacket in the middle of an ocean. David began to breath normally and the air in the room finally gave Marcus a chance to speak. "Look man, I think you know why you did what you did to Shawn, you wanted him, but to force him into sex with you, but you actually wanted him, and it scared the hell outta you." David was silent. Shawn rolled over a bit to face David more, and asked, "Is that true? You LIKED ME this whole fucking time?!" David began to shed a few soft tears and responded, "Yes. I liked you so much it frightened me to my bones. You're all I thought about half of every day, the only way I could get you out of my head was to workout and get drunk enough to forget...that I was gay for you. That I was just gay all around and I hated that YOU made me feel that way. I didn't want to be some faggot that my family and friends would disown. To upend everything everyone thought they knew about me." Shawn hauled off and slapped the shit out of David and said, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" Marcus and I busted out laughing but David looked stunned. "What? What's funny about THIS?!" Shawn coolly replied while stroking David's cheek, "it's from the movie Moonstruck, Cher won an Oscar for it. And now that you're accepting that you're gay, you are required to know everything Cher has done, said or sang." David dishearteningly said, "I don't think I can, I can't be myself." "Bullshit!" Shawn replied, "You've spent you're whole life being someone you aren't, and now that you're far away from your family and in college, you can be exactly who you really are. And since you like me, like reallllly like me like me, like me, I'll be here to help you find who you really are." Shawn leaned in and placed his lips on David's, just his lips touching David's lips and left them there. Shawn spoke against David's mouth, "This is the part where the big strong jock grabs my face and kisses me passionately." And he did, boy did he ever. David's kiss to Shawn...wow, I'm not going to lie, I got hard as steel watching it. I know I shouldn't have switched to full-on fuck-mode in this moment but holy shit, this scene was HOT. Marcus immediately felt my erection poking his ass cheeks and grabbed my hand to place on his cock. Hard as a rock and big a horse, I began sliding his foreskin up and down his monster shaft, then for shits and giggles I pushed Marcus' donkey dick straight in between David's massive ass cheeks to rest right on his hole. He responded by pushing back onto Marcus' cock, actually letting him penetrate his jock pussy. It was still wet from all the cum I loaded David's ass with, and Marcus began to sink into David. Shawn caught onto what was going on, and broke the heated kissing to say, "Oh I don't think so, I'm not going to be the only one without a cock in my ass." As he turned back around and hacked some spit onto David's dick and slammed his pink target down onto that cock balls deep in one swift motion and let out the most satisfying moan, "fuck your boy David, fuck me hard." Marcus stopped for a second realizing what was happening, and said, "David, you know I'm POZ and not on meds right now. I think maybe Nick should fuck you instead." David replied, "No, I want you, I've never seen a dick that big and beautiful and if I'm going to accept being a homo, then I'm going to take that fat fuck machine in my ass. I want it, bad man. I've wanted this all so bad. I've got tomorrow to think about PeP if I want to, but right now, I want to fuck everyone in this room and get fucked by my dream cock. And don't spare the loads Marcus, plant them deep inside me." Author's note: Sorry I leave little notes here so often. And also sorry it's taken so long to continue this story. I thought it was over, but apparently not. I know this chapter is something quite different than the overall thread, but "bare" with me, I'll make this hot soon.

It gives me a total rush, knowing I'm accepting another, totally unknown dude's RAW COCK deep inside me, his throbbing manhood casually oozing precum, and then blasting his pulsing squirts of DNA in me. My ass clenches up and I milk the last pulses of jizz out of him and expect to get good YELP reviews if those were given to sluts in the local circles! The thought of some stranger's musky seed being absorbed by me, enjoying every moment of it, fearless and willful, and with my ass cum-hungry, the total package of emotions gives me an electrifying rush, an un-explainable 'tingling'. FINALLY, I have become a genuine member of the brotherhood. Another notch on my belt! The more I'm being seen taking several dicks from random guys at sex-parties, the mare it excites me. Knowing that the word is out that I'm a TOTAL SLUT! No more Mister 'Nice Guy'. Take a number, and I'll take your load!

Part 13 “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?” I feared what he had planned, but I nodded. “Good. First off, swallow my piss for me.” He immediately began flooding my mouth with his sweetly bitter piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, angry with myself for missing a few drops of his nectar. After my gut was full of his piss, I felt sad that he had finished and looked at him with sad eyes. He laughed and said, “It’s okay boy, you all feel that way after drinking me.” The guy fucking me started to say, “Yeah, bec…” but was cut off with a backhand to the face. My love (really, what the hell is going on with me) snapped his head and glared at him. “You know the rule.” I watched in pure confusion as the man fucking me pulled out of my ass, cum dripping from his dick. “Yes, Sir.” He wiped the cum from his dick, and preceded to lick it off. I saw his face convulse in disgust as he tasted it. The convulsion twisted further with the order, “Swallow it.” He garbled out, “Yes, Sir” as he swallowed the cum. The guy then leaned over and before I could prepare myself, his tongue lapped up any cum that had dripped out of my cunt into my cheeks. “Stand up.” He stood back up, tongue still out, and was ordered, “Swallow.” He pulled his tongue back in and swallowed a large helping up who knows how many DNA mixed cum loads. “Assume the position.” The man then put his hands behind his head and stood with his legs spread wide. “Reveal to this pathetic cunt why this is happening.” The guy looked at me and simply stated, “I failed to follow orders of the Brotherhood. I accept my punishment, Sir.” With that, out of seeming nowhere, the man standing above me, who I could not explain my feelings for, delivered a bone rattling kick, square to the nuts and cock of the man standing in front of me. The kicked man’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he crumpled to the floor. “Get the fuck out of here and tell the others of your behavior. They will finish your punishment.” The man crawled to the door, clearly in great pain and was passed by another man heading to my cunt. There were no words of sympathy for the crawling man, no offer of assistance. Instead, as if nothing was going on, the next man asked, “Is the cunt available Sir?” My love nodded and I was again mounted like a bitch. My love turned back to me and looked me in the eyes. “You see what happens when you fail to follow rules boy? You get hurt and hurt badly.” He kneeled down, turning my head to face him and quietly said, “He won’t heal as you do, he may not be whole again for a while, if ever. You though? You have that special gift from our Father. As I have my special gift from Him.” I leaned forward and tried to kiss him, but he simply put a hand out and stopped me. “No kissing on the lips boy. Only I get to do that.” My lips trembled with dejection as he instead lifted his arm, showing me his hairy armpit. The smell of it, so close to my nose, made me gag it was so strong. I’ve smelled dirty armpits for years, you can’t avoid it being a baseball player. I’ve always been disgusted by the smell, even when its an earned and honest sweat. There’s a difference between athletic sweaty pits and unwashed, unkempt dirty pits. And then there was his. After the initial wave washed over me, something else kicked in. I strained my head, not pulling away, but stretching as close to it as possible. He saw this and smiled, “You like that smell don’t you boy?” I nodded. “You want to get your nose all the way in there don’t you? Feel my wet hair in your nostrils. Marking you with my scent. Show me you want it.” I scooted as much as I could to get closer to it. “Good boy.” He lowered his armpit onto my nose and mouth. I started to tongue it but stopped when he told me, “I didn’t give you permission to taste it. Do you need to be punished?” I shook my head to indicate I did not, then realized how I had failed him and upset him. I slowly nodded my head, knowing I had broken the rules. Keeping his armpit covering my mouth and nose, he turned to the guy fucking me and said, “Pull all the way out of his cunt.” No resistance as my cunt was abandoned and tightened up. “Give me your cigar.” I felt my love move to take the cigar and bring it around to my face. “Now, this will hurt quite a bit. I hate doing this to you, but you must be punished.” He put the cigar between his teeth, taking a drag to get the embers red hot and then immediately placed the lit end to my forehead. The pain was horrible, and the scent of burning flesh was putrid. “Fuck him hard.” The cock was slammed back into my hole, causing a new level of pain that had not been matched since the night before. My mouth opened into a silent scream and my eyes filled with tears. He looked at me and made me focus on him. “Boy, that hurt me so much having to do that to you. Don’t hurt me again. Or I’ll have to do worse. Do you understand?” I nodded and as he moved his arm briefly to uncover my mouth, I said, “I’m sorry Sir.” He smiled back and said, “Yes boy, you are sorry.” My mind tore apart as part of me was angry for being so pathetic to apologize to him after he hurt me. The other part of my brain was fighting to integrate my patheticness as my identity. He dropped his armpit back to my mouth and simply ordered, “Clean it.” I spent the next few minutes, although it seemed only seconds, sliding my tongue in every direction, trying to collect every drop of man sweat from him. I closed my lips around his hairs and sucked them as dry as possible. I was given the privilege of servicing his other arm as well. All the while I felt several guys enter me, fuck me and some shoot in me. I felt the burning, but it was such a distant feeling as I was entranced to his nectar. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me silently whimpering. “Good boy. Did you know you were a pit pig? I think you’re going to be very popular with your teammates. Offering to sniff and clean their sweaty armpits.” I nodded my head, disgusted at what he said; knowing it was true. “You’re doing really well, cunt-boy. I think you might be ready for your final lesson. Are you ready?” Not caring what it was, only wanting to please this man of mans, I nodded my head. “Don’t you even want to know what it is before accepting?” I shook my head. “Good boy. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you.” I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened, except for another change in fuckers. Soon though I felt movement around my head, and pressure at the top of my face. “Open your eyes.” I did and was greeted by a hairy, muscular ass. The cheeks were spread wide and I could see a tight hole inches from my mouth. I immediately started bucking, trying to get my face away. This was too much. “Stop fighting me boy.” I stopped. “You said you were prepared. Did you lie to me boy?” I shook my head, but knew he couldn’t see it. “Show me a thumbs up to indicate you told me the truth. Thumbs down to indicate you lied.” I hesitated briefly before placing my thumb up. “Do you know what I’m expecting from you?” Thumb up. “Then do it boy.” I hesitated briefly, overwhelmed by the sweaty stench of his ass. Again, it was his scent, and his scent alone. No smell of ass funk or shit. Just his scent. I stuck my tongue out tentatively and touched it to his crack. As with his pit, I went to a place I’d never imagined. I became utterly focused on tasting his ass, the sweat and the hairs. For minutes I licked every inch of his crack, being rewarded with moans and “Yeah, boy” to indicate I was doing it well. “Stop.” My tongue froze where it was. “Why are you ignoring my hole boy? That should be your main focus. Worshipping a real man’s asshole, worshipping something you no longer have. Get your tongue in there.” I moved my tongue to that one place I tried to avoid. I felt his hole quiver slightly at the first touch of my tongue. He started moving his ass, front to back and side to side. My tongue was being used by him to lick his asshole entirely. “Good boy. Now go in.” That was not what I wanted. My tongue curled at the tip and pushed at his hole. He pushed his hole a little, while also sitting further down, and soon my tongue was in him. I was past his first ring, and could feel the lining of his colon. The heat burned me, but the taste was amazing. He began to slowly gyrate on me, then bounce up and down slightly. “Stick your tongue out as far as possible. I want to feel you in there.” I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and it slid in a little more. “Oh, fuck yeah boy. How’s that taste? You’re fucking tonguing my asshole.” I could only give him a thumbs up as my mouth was full. I could see a little, but could feel him mostly, jerking on his dick. “I’m pleasing him. He’s hard because my tongue is in him. I’m a good faggot cunt for him.” Again the fight in my brain. One side shouting how disgusting I was being. The other wanting to go further and hoping he’d give me his cum. I felt him continue to jerk and he said, “I’m getting close to shooting boy. You get to choose where my load goes. Your cunt? Your mouth? On your stomach?” For a split second the battle in my brain waged on. However, it ended quickly when I pointed to my cunt. I heard him yell, “Pull out of his pussy.” The guy in me followed directions and my hole was quickly emptied. My love hopped off the table and quickly approached my hole. He didn’t enter me. He stood staring at me. “Use your words cunt-boy. Tell me what you want.” I moved my mouth, not expecting to hear anything. But I heard my voice call out, “Fuck me Sir. Shove your dick in my cunt.” He smiled. “More.” This was it, no going back. “Fuck my cunt Sir. Breed my hole. Give me your dirty death seed.” My mind broke entirely as he smiled down at me. “As you wish slut.” He slammed into my hole and this time, instead of screaming in pain, I groaned in ecstasy. “Rape my ass Sir. Give me that dirty cum. Give me your AIDS. Oh, FATHER. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!!!!” He slammed into me a couple more times before groaning, “Take it boy. Take your death sentence.” I felt the most intense burning. No, it was more than burning, it was a massive hell-fire burn in my ass as he unloaded in me. It didn’t stop in my ass. The fire spread through me, consuming me entirely. I reached out to him and placed my lips to his. “Thank you Sir.” He continued to fuck me, shoving the death seed as deep in me as possible. I began to cry, knowing I had just begged for death. And it had been granted. He looked at me, his eyes searing deep into me. “Don’t cry boy. You’ll be okay.” “I know Sir. I’m crying because you made me see my truth.” “No boy. You only see what I wanted you to see. Say what I wanted you to say. My gift from the Holy Father? I make stupid little bitches like you do what I want. But when I’m done with you? You don’t remember a damn thing. Just that you did things you are disgusted by.” “But, I… lov…” “Shut your mouth boy. You don’t love me. I own your mind right now. And I’m wiring your brain to turn you into even more of a whore then your Sire started you as.” “Now, in addition to being a cum whore for any man who wants to breed you, you are even more. Now you are also a disgusting little sweat whore. You will clean the dirty armpits, the dirty asses and the dirty feet of ANY MAN WHO WISHES IT.” “No I won’t. I’m not that sick.” “You will you pathetic little bitch.” “NEXT. This is going to be fun to watch.”

Part 7 “Put those shorts on bitch, we’re far from done.” I felt sort of sorry for the kid, but remembering him choking me with his stinking cock and threatening to knock my teeth out eased my sympathy. I looked at the time and saw it was almost 1:00 and realized, looking at the scrap of paper in my hand that in 16 hours I had taken a total of 90 loads in my ass and at least one down my throat. Almost 6 an hour, 1 almost every 10 minutes. In a deep, dark area of my mind, I heard what sounded like my voice say, “More.” What the hell? I realized too late that I had missed my science class and, “FUCK” I muttered aloud, getting the attention of those around me. I realized I had missed our midterm. I ran to my professor’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” I heard Professor James say from his office. I opened the door and found him sitting behind his desk, the stack of midterms from my class on his desk. I started to say something, only now realizing how sore my throat was from the bitch (I was already starting to forget his name.) “Hi professor, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” “Sure, Mr. Collins. Sit down, but I’m going to tell you now, the answer is no you cannot,” he said with a stern smile on his face. “I am so sorry Professor, I was really sick this morning and could not get out of bed. I’m fucked if I can’t get this test.” “That language, and that pathetic attempt at lying, insult me Mr. Collins. If there’s nothing more you have to say that might change my mind, you can get up and leave.” “I’m sorry professor, I’ve just been through a lot recently and my mind is a little messed up right now. Is there any way to earn some of the points from the test?” “You know Mr. Collins, you seem like a semi-intelligent young man, plus I understand you’re the Captain of the baseball team here on campus, so you must be pretty talented on the field,” he cocked his head slightly after I flinched at the mention of the baseball team. He continued, “I’m not quite sure why you missed the test, or what is you’re going through. However, while I do feel some empathy for you, it does not seem like there’s enough information to decide what I should do.” “Information? What kind of information?” “Perhaps the truth, to start, about why you missed my class and why you deserve special treatment?” “Well, like I said, I’ve been going through some stuff recently…” The professor stopped me with a wave of his hand, “Joey, isn’t it? I frankly don’t care about you alluding to going through stuff. We all go through stuff. But we can’t expect the world to cater to us when it gets hard. So unless you have something else to say, or offer to me, then I have a large stack of midterms from students who actually are responsible enough to show up for class.” I stood up and turned to leave and could feel his eyes on the back of my head. Something hit me slowly and I turned back around. “What do you mean offer you?” He stared back at me and simply said, “I’m not sure what you mean.” “You said if I have nothing else to offer you.” He looked at me coldly and said, “Don’t read anything into that Mr. Collins. I only meant proof of why I should give you a special favor.” I set my backpack down on the floor next to his desk and he just watched me, not saying or doing anything. “What do you want professor? What’s it going to cost me?” Professor curled his lips into a smirk and said, “How dare you, get the hell out of my office.” I took my shirt off and the smirk turned into a frown. “What the hell are you doing? Leave now, or I’m calling security.” I walked to the door and locked it, unbuttoning my pants as I walked back. He picked up the phone and dialed, I unzipped and pushed the pants down. His eyes dropped to my jockstrap and became glued. He froze, mid-dial and put the phone down. The smile turned to a snarl. “You pathetic faggot, you thinking stripping for me will make me change my mind?” I stepped out of my pants and turned around, showing him my ass. “What grade do you expect to get on your midterm, boy?” I turned my head and looked at him, “At least an 80.” Professor cocked his head, “Let’s see. You want 80 points, I think you’re gonna have to work hard to earn that. I’m thinking 5 points a fuck should be some good work for you.” “5? You…yes, Professor. 5 points a fuck.” “Bend over the desk and lift a knee onto it. Show me this cunt of yours that you think is so special.” I assumed the position he ordered and felt a thumb press onto it. “Tight, just like I like it. When was your last fuck boy?” “30 minutes ago, I think.” “You little slut, that’s why you missed your test.” The thumb jammed in my ass and I yelped in pain. “You didn’t show up for class because you were getting fucked?” “Yes, professor.” The thumb was removed and replaced by two fingers, stretching me open and leading to a groan of pain. “Was it your boyfriend? Another guy on the baseball team?” “I…I don’t know who it was.” “You what? How do you not know who fucked you?” A third finger slowly slid in. “It was a, a, gangbang professor. I got fucked by a bunch of guys in the bathroom, only saw two of them.” “You are so fucking slutty. Spreading your ass for anyone?” I looked at the door and said nothing. My head was pulled back, “I asked you a question.” “Yes, professor.” The fingers were ripped from my ass and I felt a small cock head push in. The dick had to be maybe 4, possibly 5 inches long at most, and very small around.” In less then 5 minutes I was putting my pants back on, feeling the professor’s cum leak out a little from my ass. The professor handed me a blank test and said, “Bring this back tomorrow during office hours. We’ll get you your 80 points. Get out.” I turned and walked out

Part 5 The pain was almost indescribable, the feeling of a knife both stabbing in and stretching out at the same instant. My body below my waist felt like it was on fire and my asshole, once so tight, felt like a log covered in acid was being shoved into it. I could hear silence in my mind as the agony took control. The silence was gone as quickly as it came. Soon my head was filled with the horrible screams of agony of the pain my ass was sending through every nerve cell in my body. All that was coming out of my mouth were muffled whimpers of pure agony. “Good thing that gag is working because you are a loud little slut. Does that hurt boy?” I nodded my head lightly, not out of deference to him, but because my body could barely function any movement. I was struggling to keep my footing, afraid of what this sadistic fucker would do if I slipped. “Most sluts are able to take the whole thing when I do that. Your something else. You only got half my deathstick up your ass this time.” My eyes bulged when I understood that all the pain I was in and only half of his dick was in me? “I guess we should give it the old college try for me to bottom out in that tight little cunt of yours.” I shook my head more vigorously this time, knowing it would not help me. Suddenly, I felt his cock pull backwards and almost out of me. “Damn, wait until you see your cunt from my view. Your lips are stretched out like a true cunt, trying to hold my deathstick in you. You ready boy? I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass wants it or not.” I felt another glob of spit drop down, and a finger smearing some of it all around my wrecked hole and the rest on the cock that was partially in me. “One…two…” and the pain returned, slightly less than before at first, but much worse at the end when he kept pushing in, kept ripping my ass open. “Remember? It’s bigger near the base.” I think I blacked out when I felt his balls hit my ass. The next thing I remember is my nose being shoved in the wall and force being continued, with the words, “Wake up cunt, you don’t want to miss out on feeling your first of many loads being dumped into your pussy. They say you never forget your first time. And you’re going to have several things to remember me by. I was the first man you gave your cunt to. You let me take that sweet cherry of yours, and by the little bit of blood I’m fucking out of you, I know you weren’t lying.” The thought of the blood, combined with a deep thrust into my hole, almost made me gag. “I’ll also be the first man to pump a hot load of cum into your sweet pussy. I know I won’t be the last, because this ass is going to be very busy, very popular, and is going to be bringing me some very good money. How much will guys pay to breed your ass, have you suck them off. And we haven’t even started thinking about the darker things that guys will pay me to use you for.” I just cried more and more as he told me all this. “But you know what is the hottest thing about all this? The hottest of everything I’m going to be the first of for you? I’m gonna be your first dirty load. Your first poz load. I’m the first load on your road to HIV and being nothing more than a poz bottom pig.” I started lashing about, trying to get away from him, to no avail. There is no way that I wanted this. I never wanted to get fucked, not by a poz guy, and I definitely didn’t want his dirty cum in me. “Look at me boy. LOOK. AT. ME. YOU POZ WHORE.” With each word, he emphasized his command with another deep thrust. “Look into the eyes of your bug daddy, your Poz Master, the man who owns you and controls every aspect of your life from now until the day I let you die.” I slowly turned my head, seeing now the face of the man who would destroy my life. I could barely make out his face, through the tears and the pain. Something in his face seemed familiar. “Look at me Joey. I’m gonna shoot in your cunt and it’s gonna swallow my load just as eagerly as your throat did.” With that, he shoved my head into the wall again and kept me pinned there, with my only being able to switch between his face and the camera. I closed my eyes to the agony of the hard and fast fucking he was giving me, sometimes pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. Open them. See the man who is destroying…your… worthless…faggot…cunt…” With the last word, he slammed all the way in and began to shoot his load in me. “Yeah, cunt, take that dirty poz load. TAKE…IT…ALLLLL!!!!” He finally stopped spasming and stood there, cock still buried in my ass. “Fuck boy, that was so worth it. Tighten that hole as I pull out. If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.”