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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 usually start my sessions out by cleaning out and then taking an edible. Then out come the butt plugs. I sit on the floor of my living room and gradually increase the sizes of my butt plugs while I stroke and watch cum dump porn. I usually have a hard time taking the biggest one I have but then I take a couple hits of poppers and I am good to go. I get insatiable, I keep stretching my hole more and more until I can take my butt plug without any hesitation. Then the edible hits and I take a couple more hits out of the bottle and I am spinning and a deep need for loads and to be used takes over. I put on my jock strap and head to steam works. After waiting in a long line I finally get a room. It was busy. I go to the back where the glory hope maze is and I get on my knees in front of one and wait…. No luck. I take a stroll and notice I am getting lots of looks. So I head back to the glory hole area and wait outside one of the booths. Clearly the guys wanted to know who they were playing with but I didn’t care. I see a dick pop through the glory hole and I immediately take it in my mouth and suck it real good and I stroke myself off. I feel this strange man thrusting into my mouth and it’s clear he wants to fuck. I turn around and push my hole onto his cock and take a hit and I am in ecstasy. He thrust for a few minutes till I head a moan over the loud music playing. He cums in me. I leave the area and head to my room. At this point the edible is hitting hard so I decide to go lay face down ass up in my room with the door open. guy comes in and pushes into me. I’m so high I barely feel it but he was huge. I lay there just getting used until he cums in me and leaves. it’s not enough for me, I put on my blind fold I brought from home and get back in position. another guy comes up and feels up my ass. Fingers graze my hole but he leaves. Then I feel another man minutes later licking my cummy hole. He stands up and enters me. He fucks me for a long time before he cums and thanks me. I take off my blind fold hoping for a break between men but this Asian guy walking into my room and closes the door quickly. I am on my back now and just quickly spread my legs and he enters my hole which at this point is ridiculously wet. He thrusts for so long (probably because he can’t feel much, since I was so used up) but finally he pounds harder and faster and I keep going in and out of consciousness with every hit it take until he cums. it was so hot I needed more. I leave my room and go to the back play area and suck a bunch of dicks that didn’t fuck me. I go back to the glory holes and suck a guy off and he fucks ne and cums in my hole. Then a guy joins me in a booth ( I usually hate this since the booths are small) this guy was large but I don’t care because I let anyone cum in me. He pounds me for so long I start to actually get over it, but being the good cum dump that I am I just keep taking hits and taking the pounding. We were standing so it wasn’t easy but finally he welps and blows his load. even though I feel like I reached my limit. I was starting to gain momentum so I just kept taking hits and started totally spinning out that I don’t even remember how but I needed up bent over a bench and two guys fucked me. 1 came the other did not. at one point though they were spot roasting me which was hot. I enter a complete new head space and my hole seems to give up resisting me. I go cruise the rooms for more and the bald old ugly daddy is stroking and I go into his room. I completely space our while he fucks me with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I barely feel it with my poppered up hole now. He cums in me and I leave and head to my room. I lay down and after about an hour I get another guy and he puts on a condom, I tell him to leave. He’s dissatisfied but obliges. Then I get another old Asian man who’d never normally have a chance with me and I suck him off before he pumps twice in me and blows his load. I head to the back again and start stroking in a dark hallway of rooms in front of the play area. Some ugly old daddy sees me and approaches me. I turn my back to him bend over slightly and spread my cheeks. He feels my sloppy wet hole and gets grossed out and goes away. I stay in the position a little longer and I feel another guy come up and eat me out, another bottoms trying to suck the loads out of me. I pull away. He leaves but another man starts to pinch my nipples turns me around and fucks me. He pounds me hard but I barely feel it.. he cums. I go to the sling and wait, about 20 minutes pass and nothing, I head over to the benches and a guy grabs my ass, I immediately grab his hard cock and position it to my ass and he obliterates his load in me after pumping and whispering about how used and sloppy my hole is. I leave and cruise the rooms but I am loosing stamina badly. I see this guy who I know for sure will breed me but looks a little cracked out, he comes behind me and fucks me for a bit before I pull away ( I don’t like crack heads) I don’t let him cum. I walk the rooms more and I see a big fat belly daddy stroking. His dick is tiny and he’s fat and older, never would ever have a chance but today I wanted his load. He wants to use a condom and I refuse and surprising he listens and fucks me raw and keeps asking me if I’m clean. I keep saying yes which I am and I am on prep but he must know I have about 12 loads in me now and it’s his risk. He cums and as he pulls out while I’m bent over his bed, my hole is gaping open and some of the loads I’ve been collecting fall out of me onto the floor. He looks concerned but I leave. I go to my room and debate whether it’s time to leave. The poppers aren’t really hitting any more and the edible wore off. I see a guy stroking and I invite him in. I suck him off and he fucks me but doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be able to cum. (I hate this) he still wants to fuck me but I am over it since he can’t give a load. I let him fuck me a bit longer but then ask him to leave. I gather my things and head home. Still want more cock but I’m exhausted. I get on sniffies and talk to a faceless guy, I tell him to come over and fuck me anon, surprisingly he agrees and I get face down ass up on my bed at home. He fucks me for longer than I’d like but eventually breeds me. I get back on sniffies and nothing. Everyone is asleep by now. I try Grindr and start chatting with some white guy. He lives close. I tell him about my loads and he wants to come churn them. After he gets to my place I put a blind fold on and feel for his body. His dick is already out. It huge, I suck him for a short amount of time before he pushes me off and says “alight now let me churn them loads “ I lay on my back and spread my legs. He pushes into me and at this point I am so used and wet that his giant dick feels like the tiniest pressure and nothing more. He moans and says “ holy fuck you’re so wet. I can’t even believe it” he asked how many loads I have in me. I say “14” he says “that’s so hot” and he thrusts harder into me. He says “ I’ve never seen you on Grindr before are you new here?” I say “yes” and he says “wow, I’m glad there is a cum dump in the area now” he keeps fucking me and I am loving this one. My hole is so wet I can totally feel it. He’s loving it, finally he cums in my. I love it so much. He pull out. He asks how often I do this and I say about once a month. He wants to know what my max load count is in a day and I say today was my max. he gets up and gets dressed and asks if he can fuck my another time and I say “yeah whenever and ur friends too , if you ever want a courtesy bottom at a party I’ll do that too” he smiles and says “that’s amazing” and says good bye and leaves I try to get more guys online but it’s like 3 am now. I fall asleep with a pussy full of loads and regret that decision in the morning. I spend the next day laying in bed resting my sore legs and hole and watch tv all day before finally jerking off and shooting a load so high it gets in my eye. I shower and go to bed.. can’t wait to do it again

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.

Relieved to hear it was muscular and not spinal 🤗

As long as the nozzle is less than about 6" (which I'm assuming it is), it shouldn't matter; you'll be squirting water into your rectum, the final section of your digestive/excretory tract before it opens to the outside world at your anus (aka butthole). Some may/likely will backflow up into your colon, which will help clean out "farther up", and of course the more water you use before expelling it, the farther into the colon it will likely flow. You'll likely get the same results no matter how deeply you insert the bulb nozzle. Taking it out, refilling it, and inserting it again is going to allow the water to shift all around your rectum, no matter where you "sprayed" the water inside originally. That's NOT the case with, say, a shower shot hose that's hooked up to a continuous flow of water - pushed far enough in, it may spray directly at the opening into your colon enough to fill it directly, the force of the water opening it up. But that's another topic.

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.

That’s hot. I was just super nervous. I don’t often do car play daytime. I usually do it at night. I’ll never know if I missed out on anything that day, but in hindsight it could have been a hot continuation.

Chapter 69: Double Stuffed Part 2 I returned to my room, and told my dad it was on for tonight, but we likely wouldn't have the time for both of them to get fucked. He said he'd let my dad take them, and after they left, we'd take each other. I said I liked that idea. I sent a text to my dad telling him the plan. He asked if the spa twin was truly as big as the waiter? I said I thought maybe even a bit thicker. Sure enough mom called the waiter to deliver desert that night. She told him his taste was impeccable and to suprise her with his favorite. He said they were just about to make it, and he would add something special to it, just for her. He said he was off at 9, and that he could deliver around 8:45 if that was OK. She said fine. The waiter then called my room asking if I could help him with a special project. He said he was making a special desert for someone and asked if I could add a little something special to it? I said even better, one of the daddies was already in the room, and I told him if I think I know what the special ingredient was, he'd contribute also! The waiter said he wouldn't have much time, as atart stroking now for that special ingredient! He came to my room, with a bowl filled with whipped cream. We were just about to blow our loads, so his timing was perfect. He then covered the bowl with plastic wrap, and put a note on it saying special dietary requirements, do not use! I went to my parents room just before 8:45. Dad was in his gym shorts and tee shirt just like me. The waiter knocked at the door, delivering moms desert. Mom told him to just leave it there, as she knew her husband would be hungry after working out and running with me. I asked what it was, and the waiter said a peanut butter pie, with a whipped topping that it normally didn't have, but he knew how much mom loved it based on her prior orders. The waiter suggested mom put it in the fridge so it wouldn't go bad. The waiter then looked at me, and said i was his last delivery of the night, and then he was off to have some fun with his twin. I told him we were going to work out and take a run, so just leave my desert in my fridge. Of course dad and I were heading back to my room, and the waiter followed us. Once inside, we waited for his twin so he could take the dome off the desert. While waiting, we all got undressed and were all rock hard. The twin arrived and immediately stripped. The waiter then took the dome off of the desert, revealing a package of double stuffed Oreos saying who's ready for double milk? My step dad said his time was limited, so he was ready and eager for desert.

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.

Got to love sniffies. So here in Myrtle Beach it was bike week hundreds of motorcycles riders from all over. I was in the mood this Friday night was wondering if anyone is on sniffies. I opened it up and wow there was a lot of dots all over. I put in my profile "Looking for big hairy leather top bikers". It took a whole 5 minutes and got a few hits. One was a 10 minute walk from were I was. A motel down the street. The reply said a couple of tops here in a room having some drinks stop by. I said not far on my way. I walked to the spot on the map and asked what room? They gave me the room and said a blue pickup truck in front of door. I saw the truck and knocked on the door. The door open and wow 3 big hairy guys big beards and naked with chaps vests collars and all kids of things. I got nervous by their size. One said come in as i did i got grab and pulled in as another guy closed and locked the door. They came up to me and I smelled a very strong smell of cigars and leather. Got handed a bottle of whiskey and was told to take a few drinks dont like it but took some big gulps as they held the bottle. yuck Heard them say strip down boy lets have fun. Got naked as they groped me and touch all over. Heard someone say i want to eat that ass. I got pushed on the bed as two of them jumped on the bed and one of them bent over my face to suck his cock. Felt my leggs get lifted and someone started to eat my ass. The guy on my face sat on my chest as he shoved his cock in my face. He was so heavy I almost couldn't breathe and i started to suck but then smell of his dirty worn leathers was intoxicating. Someone came up to my face and stuck the bottle in my face to drink. It was different and tasted weird but forced to drink as it also spilled all over the guys cock and my face and was told to lick it up. So i tried.. the guy eating my hole kept shoving fingers and sticking his tongue deep. Love the beard rubbing my thighs and hole. I started to feel a little weird as i kept sucking a big hairy cock. Heard a voice say fucking flip him and they stopped and flipped over roughly. My leggs were grabbed and i was pulled to the end of the bed. One guy picked up my hips and a bunch of pillows were shoved under my hips and i heard look at that ass!! Someone poured a bottle over my ass and felt them lick my crack and ass and then heard I'm fucking 1st. I was buzzing now and felt a bottle tip pushed in my hole and the bottle was shooked. Then pulled out and felt a wipe of something cold then burning as i felt a hard cock pushed against my hole. All of a sudden he pushed and felt the head slide in and heard the others chant fuck it. He then pushed as it went in deep. He started thrusting and felt someone sat by my head and pulled my hair hard for him to slide his leggs so my head is on his lap. He said suck my cock fucking bitch. So i moved my arm up to grab around him and started to suck him. The guy fucking me thrusting hard. Aging as i was sucking i could smell the leather from his chaps and smelled so good. Then i heard a moan and the guy blew a load and pulled out and someone else said my turn. He went in fast and hard and in no time thrusting hard. The guy i was sucking was getting hot i started to feel his cock throb a little then pulled my hair hard and push my head down on his cock and growled so loud and exploded what seemed a gallon of cum in my mouth and throat i had to swallow a few times there was so much cum. Then as he laid back he held my head and said drink. As soon as he said that I tasted piss and i grabbed his cock to slow the flow so I can keep up. He moaned sow loud as he released the stream. The other guy started moaning and then made a noise and felt his cock throbbing. He pulled out and I was still drinking for a bit as they watched. When he was done They all were finish. One of them the biggest guy picked me up like i was a rag doll put me over his shoulder and everyone slapped my ass and one of them licked my drippings. He literally threw me on the bed and landed hard on it. Got flipped over and one of the came over and started to suck me with a finger in my dripping hole. I almost immediately got hard he got up another grabbed my cock to hold it and the guy turned his back to me and sat on my cock and started to life and sit and kept doing this as another guy came over and started to kiss me and tongue my mouth till i blew a load in him. They got up and i laid there exhausted. I was looking and they changed clothes and i was about to get up and got pushed down and was told to lay there. So i did. One was on the phone couldn't hear what was said. Then heard the door knock and two guys walked in. The original 3 guys walked out and said see ya and the two new guys came over to me undressed and started stroking themselves looking at me.. i looked at them and again big guy's. Heard them say get on fours and stick you ass up. So i did. I heard a bunch of motorcycles start and leave and heard the two guys say his ours now. Then felt them rub my ass and felt a cock slide in and heard wow this hole is wet. He slammed my ass and pumped hard. He lasted not long at all and pulled out as the other jumped in and pumped hard and fast he lasted for some time. I was exhausted at this point and felt him explode. He pulled out i laid there tired as they got dressed and left. It had to be about an hour for the two guys and many for the other i actually fell asleep for sometime i guess to get woken up to the original guys coming in. They said look he wants more. I heard good need an ass to fuck right now and came over undressed and started to fuck me again. The rest got undressed and laid next to me and watched me het fucked. He finished and laid next to one of the guys and was kissing him. The other got up and said I need some and started to fuck me. Another load happend. He pulled out and sat on the couch. I still laid there with the two guys kissing. Fell asleep again. I woke up and the sun was out one guy was in bed with me. The others were not there. I got up and he was still sleeping i had to piss went to then bathroom and after my piss i said fuck it i started the shower and got in to clean up. Got out feeling better dried off walked to get my clothes to leave and guy must have woken up as i was showering. As i was getting my clothes he got up grabbing my arm and said not yet. He pulled me to the couch bent me over the arm of the couch and kneeled to eat my ass. He got up and felt his cock at my hole and pushed in and my hole was so wrecked it went in easy. He pumped for a little and blew a load. Pulled me up and said you can stay if you want. I said i have to go i can come back later. Did the walk of shame to my car and went home. I definitely like bike week here..

Pozzed since November 2021.

As I walked into the quiet church on a peaceful Monday afternoon, I found Maria eagerly waiting for me near the entrance. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and I could tell she had exciting news to share about our outreach program. The absence of the usual Sunday service created a serene atmosphere, allowing us to focus solely on our conversation. "Jack, I'm so glad you could make it," Maria greeted me with a warm smile. "We have some incredible updates to discuss." Returning her smile, I nodded appreciatively. "Of course, Maria. I'm eager to hear how our outreach efforts are spreading." As we strolled through the empty pews, Maria couldn't contain her excitement. She painted vivid pictures with her words, describing our outreach program as a virus of love and compassion that was infecting hearts and transforming lives. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and gratitude for being part of this movement. She shared stories of individuals who had initially been resistant but eventually succumbed to the infectious power of kindness and acceptance. Their lives had been touched, and they, in turn, had become carriers of this life-affirming virus, spreading it to others in their communities. It was a beautiful analogy that captured the essence of what we were trying to achieve. As Maria continued to recount the successes of our outreach program, I marveled at the impact we were making. The thought of being a catalyst for positive change and witnessing the transformation of lives filled me with an indescribable joy. The fire within me, once fueled by anger and resentment, had been replaced by a burning passion for this work. We reached the back offices. Maria stopped before a door and said: "In here, we will find our next project. The next sinner." My curiosity piqued as Maria hinted at a new opportunity. I followed her lead, stepping into the dimly lit hallway that led to the office. The air was heavy with anticipation, mingling with the scent of old books and polished wood. As we entered the office, a scene unfolded before us that caught us completely off guard. There, in a rather compromising position, was Maria's father, the pastor. His startled expression mirrored our own shock as he scrambled to compose himself. "Father!" Maria exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and disappointment. She was such a good actress. The pastor stumbled to his feet, his face flushed with embarrassment. He hastily adjusted his dishevelled clothing, his attempts at recovery only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation. Next to him on the office floor lied a naked choir boy. 18 or 19 years old, a big dick prodding out of his robes who tried to cover himself. "No need", said Maria who held her Phone in hand and shot a photo of the situation. Her Father with a wet mouth and the young man with his dick out. "Who is that?" I asked, unable to conceal my astonishment. Maria sighed dramatically. "That would be Roberto. Our student minister. He's new to the parish. A nice kid from a good family. Loves Jesus too, and it seems he likes to get his cock sucked by middle aged priests." "I can explain!", stammerd Marias fathers. But I wasn't interested. I turned my attention to the boy whose breathy moans revealed a fervent appetite for cock. The lad was nervously clutching a few shreds of cloth, trying to hide his genitals. But it was hopeless. Maria looked from the boy to her father and then to me. "What should we do with those two?" "I think those sinners need to be punished", I said. The pleasure seemed to resonate within me. The Pastor broke down in tears. "No! Please don't say such things. You don't know what you're talking about. Please just listen..." Maria scoffed. "Punished? What punishment would you suggest? Maybe we should fuck them both roght here. Show them what you have." I opened my pants and my rock hard 8 inch cock popped out. The pastors gulped as he saw it. I slowly stroked it and grinned at Maria. "Would you like that, Pastor?" I asked. The question seemed to rile him even more. His tongue flickered over his teeth, searching for something better to say. But he couldn't find any answers. So, instead, he mumbled "Please, don't ... I sinned, yes, but I want to do good. Maria, my Daughter, I'm sorry." "Bend over", said Maria. "Maria ...", her Father looked to her, then to me, pleadingly. "Dad, you either do what I say or I will send this picture to everybody. To your congregation, to the press, to mom." Her Father gulped. His face was blood drained ... "I ,,," "Bend over", she said. And he did. "Go fuck him", she told me. And so I did. I went over to him and pulled down his pants. His white ass cheeks became visible. His ass was hairy. But no problem for me. I could smell his fear and that made my cock rock hard. This was power. I would spread my toxic semen into this asshole. I didn't even took lube. I put my cock on his asshole and pushed, feeling some restiance. He squirmed, tried to get away, but I hold him down. I kept pushing until I felt his asshole give way, stretching around my big shaft. I continued pushing and heard his breathing intensify. I pushed again and suddenly I felt him relax, accepting my invasion. It took several thrusts and he finally began moving with my cock inside his butt. And now, I pushed in and out. Not deep but just enough to get used to the sensations. He gasped, wiggled his hips. He begged, crying "Jesus, please help me". I ignored him. Slowly, the bastard surrendered to the presence of my penis. Then faster and faster. I fucked him, moving in and out. Slowly increasing the speed. The guy was whimpering beneath me. I fucked him hard and deep. Until he came, emptying his balls onto the floor, screaming "Oh, god!". He lost control and came without a break. It was a hot load. Now it was my turn. My toxic seed was waiting. I pushed in. Filled the hole. Then started moving in and out. Fuck. It was perfect. Perfection. Just right. I pounded harder into his prostate. He yelled and cried. He pleaded with me to stop. No chance. I continued pounding. Hard and fast. He grabbed onto the desk. I slammed into him, causing some of his cum to splatter against my chest. Oh hell yes, I thought. That was fucking great. I moved faster and harder. His body shuddered violently. My cock got even harder, I felt it, I would come soon. With one final burst of energy I erupted into him. I came loudly, spilling into his intestines, filling him up with my toxic cum. Then it all ended. I collapsed. Panting, I sat on my knees, letting my erection go. I felt satisfied but drained at the same time. I stood up. I saw blood and semen dripping out of his asshole. It was messy and disgusting but it was satisfying in its own way. "Nice job, Jack," Maria said, offering her hand to help me up. She smiled broadly. "You were fantastic." I let her pull me up and smiled. "Thanks," I managed. We looked down at her whimpering dad. He was lying on the ground spasming. Then we looked to Roberto, who was still sitting on the floor, looking at us with shocked wide eyes. His cock was still out and rock hard. "Come on Roberto, you can fuck this hole, too." The 19 year old stood up, lust was in his eyes. Another sinner, who would get the gift of god. While Roberto put his cock in the bloody asshole, I looked at Maria. "What will we do with them?" "We can them both put to work at the motel. I think a lot of Guys would like to have a go at his holiness." She took out her little box with the syringes.

i loved the teasing and buildup. hope Ed got some good shots of the moment he shot poz spunk up Tim's eager hole!

I tested poz in early April of this year.

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?

I would think if I see a guy with a PA at the bathhouse that would say he is a top guy. I have not had one in my ass yey but I certianly want to try it. Hopefully it happens soon.

As I was late for Two for Tuesdsy, let's make itba Three for Thursdsy! Chapter 59: Room Service We both made sure our cocks weren't hard before returning to the main spa area. The attendant went to his private locker to retrieve some massage oils, a rubber sheet as not to get any oil on the silk sheets. He passed on grabbing any condoms, saying he knew we wouldn't need those. I smiled and said only if a cruel one. He told me I'd be suprised at how many straight guys he's fucked from the spa. Sadly he said most of them preferred safe, but if he saw a guy he'd like to poz, he would stealth them with some altered condoms he had. He them grabbed a bottle of champagn which he said came with the package. He also grabbed a box of chocolate covered strawberries which he said we would eat from each others asses before breeding. We then headed back to my room. Even though it was a luxury hotel, the soundproofing wasn't the best. We could hear my mom moaning and saying fuck me. Let's have our own child between us. Little did mom know what she was asking for. Dad told her he loved his new son, but would love to impregnate her. Based on her moans, he apparently began to hard and fast telling her she was about to get flooded with his seed. The attendant just looked at me and said, Breeders, ugh. He then suggested we head to the shower. He immediately noticed the shower shot, and said he had no idea he would be getting fucked today, so hadn't cleaned out. I turned on the water, and he said he had a better idea. He exited the shower and retrieved the bottle of champagne telling me to shake it, uncork it and stick it up his ass immediately giving him a champaign douche. He was incredibly clean, and i laid on the shower floor, drinking the champagne as he pushed it from his ass. We then moved to the bed, where he instructed me to lay on my back. He once again started at my head, massaging my temples, and then ear lobes. He then started sucking on my ear lobes, whispering that be wanted my freshly charged seed deep in him. He then began to massage my nipples. He first grabbed one of the strawberries, and sucked the chocolate off of it. He then took the strawberry and rubbed it around my nipples. He was already starting to pre cim and dabbed it on thevstrawberry, and put it in his mouth where i ate it out of. He wasn't rough, but my cock got even harder. He then started to rub oil onto my cock, but said it would be his ass massaging it. He then got on top and furiously rode my cock. He enjoyed it, and I had to remind him to be quiet. After I loaded his ass, he grabbed a stainless steel butt plug, telling me he wanted my seed to soak into him. It was getting close to dinner, and I told him my parents would likely be wanting him to join them. He said he worked until 9, but if I wanted, he'd come back for a creamy desert after if I wanted. I said definitely, but bring another bottle of champagne to make sure I was cleaned out. He smiled and said I'd need it before I got one of his best massages, a prostrate massage.

Chapter 55: Making a POZative Start My dad's plan to get home early worked perfectly. We were able to make love once, sometimes twice daily. We made it a point to make love in every room of the house. My favorite was in the kitchen though. My dad would bend me over the island often. My favorite though was when i would sit on the counter near the sink as my dad sucked my cock. He would then pick me up from the counter and place my hands near the sink, and my feet on the island, and i simply rode his cock. In this position, dad would kiss me and squeeze my ass cheeks as I bounced on his cock. At times he would simply pick me up with my arms around the back of his neck, and ride his cock. If mom ever knew! The bedroom was our usual place to make love though. My dad was smart and bought a rubber sheet to make love on so we wouldn't constantly have to wash the sweaty sheets often. We started making love in my bed, but then I suggested we make love in my parents bed. My dad was always careful to put his marriage picture on the nightstand face down. One day after a double session, mom came home just after dad dropped his second load in me. He hastily grabbed the rubber sheet from the bed as I straightened the cover below, neglecting to put the picture back up. Dad told me his wife asked him about that. He brushed it off saying you know how the cat likes knocking things over, or off a table, and mom bought that while laughing and agreeing. Our times together were amazing even though I knew conversion wasn't likely for a few weeks, yet one never knows. Making love was more passionate than ever, although on occasion I asked my dad to fuck me roughly, and he obliged. After about three weeks, I began to feel a bit sick. It was earlier than expected, but there was a bug going around, and could have just been that. My dad suggested we see if it got worse before testing. He also acted sick to help make mom think just both of us caught a bug but to call in sick so we could have an entire day together. During our full days together my dad suggested we brush my hole to help speed up the process just in case I wasn't already converting. He still had the toothbrush that his father had used on him to brush me with, but said he would use a new one as his brush brought back horrible memories of his dad brushing and infecting him. My dad asked how I felt about brushing, and I said the sooner he was a part of me, the better. He said he was overjoyed at hearing that. With that, he spread the rubber sheet on his bed saying it could get messy, but luckily the rubber sheet wiped clean. We both held the handle if the brush, slowly entering my eager hole. We started gently before I begged my dad to brush harder, and he did. As he brushed me, he twisted tye brush to tear up my entire hole. Once he saw blood, he fucked me good and hard, telling me he would soon be a part of me. After he shot, he pulled his cock out, leaving a puddle of cum and blood on the rubber sheet. I immediately licked it up as he plugged my ass.

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.

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

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.

Penultimate Chapter “Revelation, Part 2.” Getting in the car, Joey remained quiet, coming to terms with what had just happened. Sir, behind the wheel and looking in the mirror at Joey, and Brother, turned in the passenger seat to make sure Joey was safe, waited several minutes for Joey to talk. Joey, finally accepting the truth of what happened, looked at Brother and simply said, “I think it happened.” Brother nodded, “Let’s wait and see. How are you feeling right now, at this moment Joey. What is true desire?” Joey again sat in silence, before responding, “I want to try again, to see if I am the cumdump that that man said I was. But, more importantly, I’m ready to meet him.” Brother’s eyes widened in surprise, knowing that Joey was saying the truth, as he had not used his ability on Joey. “Do you want to try anyone or anything in particular, Joey?” sensing what his answer would be. “Thunder.” The rest of the drive was silent, but Joey saw Sir and Brother exchanges glances, and a couple of times, smiles. As they parked outside Thunder’s shop, Joey opened his door, got out and opened the other two doors. Joey eagerly, though still with some hesitation, walked into Thunder’s shop. Thunder looked up and saw the group enter. “Back again so soon! Another tattoo?” Sir said, “Yes, but before that, I believe Joey has something he wants to ask you. Go ahead, Joey, this is your choice; your… test.” Joey stepped forward, hesitating briefly before doing so. Facing the big man, and looking at the hand on the counter, he stumbled his question in a timid voice, “Thunder, will you fist my ass.” Thunder snorted, balled the hand into a fist and said, “I didn’t quite understand you, boy.” Again, but this time in a clearer voice, Joey asked, “Thunder, will you fist my ass, please? Thunder looked down at Joey and asked, “Your what.” Joey, realizing his mistake, asked again, “Thunder, will you fist my boy cunt, please..” Thunder looked to Sir, “Are you sure Joey. Once I start, I don’t stop. My hand gets in your cunt.” As Joey said, “I am sure Thunder. I will do whatever you want and whatever it takes to take your hand in my cunt,” Sir simply told Thunder, “It is his choice.” Thunder put his hand on Joey’s shoulder and shoved him toward the back room. “Get back there, and strip.” Joey walked to the back room, and stripped his clothes off, only remaining in his jockstrap. Thunder entered and walked to a door that Joey had never noticed. Thunder looked to Joey and asked, “Last chance.” Joey answered by walking to Thunder. “Do you want to watch? Or not watch?” Joey knew it would probably be easier if he didn’t watch, but inherently knew that was the wrong answer “Watch, Thunder. I want see your hand open my cunt and get in there.” Thunder guided Joey to his sling, turned him around and pushed him in. Thunder then adjusted Joey’s as was just off the end of the sling. Joey’s arms and leg we shackled in tight, his legs spread wide and tight, so he couldn’t move his lower body. Thunder, with the help of Sir raised the bottom of the sling and then lowered the top. Sir again took out his phone, and handed it to Brother. Sir got a chair and sat next to Joey’s head. Joey alternated between looking to Sir, Thunder and then the mirrors above and beside. He also noticed several video cameras at multiple locations. Thunder saw Joey’s reaction to the cameras and said, “This isn’t your first time on video, so don’t be shy.” “Shawn, turn the big screen on. Joey said he wanted to watch.” Joey watched as the screen turned on and four separate windows popped up, all showing Joey from different angles, two of which clearly showed his spread open ass and his cunt. But there was something different. Joey, Brother, and Sir all noticed at about the same time. Joey was the only one to say anything. “It’s open. It didn’t close. I don’t think it’s because of the sling.” Sir, moving his eyes from the screen to Joey said, “I don’t think it is either.” Thunder moved back to between Joey’s wide spread legs. “That may be one of the nicest pussy’s I’ve seen. I’m going to enjoy seeing it swallow my hand and wrap around my wrist. Thunder pulled one of his tattoo tables over and this time it was covered in different things, including several turkey baster looking things, all filled with a white substance. Thunder looked at Joey, smiled and reminded him in a firm, yet tender voice, “Remember, there’s no stopping.” Joey nodded and said, “I understand and I am ready. Fist my cunt, Thunder.” Thunder picked up a small canister of white cream, stuck his finger in to the base of his finger and pulled it out, and wiped the cream around Joey’s hole. Within seconds Joey felt a tingly, cold feeling and drew in a sharp breath. “Don’t worry, it’s my special mix. Elbow Grease, coconut oil and some menthol. The cooling is the menthol, it’s giving your hole a numbing effect. Do you feel it?” Joey realized after about a minute that his ass lips had indeed gone numb. He nodded his head to indicate the numbness. Thunder use a soft looking towel and wiped the excess cream off and picked up one of the turkey basters. Joey’s eyes opened wide in fear. Thunder caught this and assured him, “I’m not a sadist Joey. I’m not putting the special cream in. This just my combo of Elbow Grease and coconut oil. Helps keep you moist up there.” Joey watched as Thunder gently inserted the tube into his hole and squeezed the bulb. He then felt the warm lube slide into his cunt. Thunder repeated this with half of the send tube. “That should be good to start. How you feel Joey?” “Full. Ready, Thunder.” Thunder wiped his hand clean, sprinkled baby powder on his hand and arm. He picked up a long glove, and with Brother Shawns help, put it on. Joey watched this and saw that the glove went all the way up to just under his shoulder. “I use this all times I fist. Makes entry easier. And the length? That’s for my… more experienced boys,” and then smiled at Joey. Joey was surprise that the rough and dominant man who tattooed him twice, slapped him around and fucked him brutally under Brother Shawn’s influence, was now so… gentle and soothing. Thunder smiled at the look in Joey’s eyes. “A guy can have different styles for different settings. I’m like this now, so that you’re more relaxed.” Thunder took his hand covered one finger with lube and inserted it into Joey’s hole. The hole opened easily and took the finger quickly with no effort. Thunder said, “Nice,” as he proceeded to pull the finger out, slide it back in , and quickly find Joey’s prostate. Joey moaned in pleasure as Thunder did this. As he slid the finger out, Thunder said, “That’s nothing. Just wait. He lubed two fingers and Joey asked, “Three?” Thunder responded, “Someone’s eager,” smiled and lubed up three fingers. Thunder tucked his three fingers together, beginning what would be the “Duck Bill” entry into the cunt in front of him. As eager as he was to get into the hole, he didn’t want to hurt the boy. He slid the three fingers in, meeting some resistance as he bears the base of his fingers. “Here we go boy, I’m going to start stretching that hole.” Joey nodded, then looked at the screen. When he saw that there will still four videos showing, he asked, “ Can we switch to one camera? The best view of my cunt?” Brother Shawn picked up the control and quickly flipped to the camera over Thunders left arm, clearly showing the three fingers in him. Joey watched as Thunder pulled out and pushed back in several times, each with increasing pressure until he finally got them all the way in. Joey turned to Sir, who was watching the monitor also. Seeing Joey turn his head, Sir turned his as well, meeting Joey’s gaze. They stayed like this for what felt to like several minutes, but was no more than 30 seconds. Joey knew what his eyes were showing, because he knew what he was feeling at that moment. Love. Sir broke the gaze, closed his eyes for a minute, shook his head, and then opened them. Joey, who not looked away, took in a breath of surprise and joy. He saw the same look in Sir’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you my boy. My Joey.” He leaned down, placed his lips on Joey’s and they kissed. The kiss was a tender and gentle. Joey felt tears well up in his eyes and slide down the sides of his face. He heard the voice in his head. “This very unexpected. Unexpected indeed.” Joey did not flinch from the voice this time. But when he came back to himself, Sir had broken the kiss and sat back up. He was still watching Joey, the same look in his eyes. He now had his hand on top of Joey’s head, stroking his hair. “You went away there for a moment Joey, you alright?” Joey nodded, “More than okay. He didn’t frighten me this time.” Sir’s eyes widened and the look changed, but Joey couldn’t figure it out. Brother reached down, touched the side of Joey’s face and just said, “Good.” Joey looked to Thunder, realizing that his hole was still filled, but there was no movement. Thunder was staring at Joey and Sir alternately,started to pull his fingers out saying, “Damn,” under his breath, but still loud enough for Sir to here. “Hold on Thunder. Just wait.” Thunder was surprised, but kept the three fingers in the hole, halfway in, halfway out, waiting very gently for whatever happened next. Sir looked down at Joey and said, “Joey, I think we all know what just happened between you and me. You don’t have to go through with this. You don’t need to prove anything more to me. I don’t think you need to prove anything to Him either. It’s up to you.” Joey looked at his Sir, the man who just gave him his first kiss. Joey said to him, “I believe your Sir…” but was interrupted by Sir, “Brian. You can call me that now.” Joey was shocked to hear this. He responded, “Thank you, I will at other times, but not now. I believe you Sir, that I have nothing to prove to you or to Him. I want this, for me.” Brian/Sir looked into Joey’s eyes, saw the clearness and depth, turned to Thunder and said, “He wants it. Do it. But from now on, unless he chooses otherwise, it’s his hole now.” Thunder nodded, pulled his fingers out and reapplied lube. He then entered Joey’s hole, sliding all the way in. Joey gasped in pleasure feeling his hole stretched out. Thunder told Joey, take a deep breath and hold it. Joey did, and when Thunder told him to let it out, he spread his three fingers apart, stretching Joey’s hole. Joey gasped in pain and then whimpered, almost asking Thunder to stop. Thunder kept his fingers still, telling Joey to just relax his hole. When Thunder felt this he gently and slowly began to turn his fingers from where they were to the left and then back to center and then the right. He watched Joey very closely, gauging his pain levels. Joey initially whimpered at each turn, as his hole was stretched. He was surprised at this pain, reflecting back on what had previously been done to it. He remembered back to the rest stop, where this all began, where he was bred over 70 times. Where he fucked by his coach. Fucked by Marquise and his big black dick. The double fucks that started with coach and Marquise. The pain faded into pleasure, causing Joey to moan in pleasure. Thunder took this as time to go further. “Joey, I’m going to spread my fingers out. It’s going to hurt again.” Joey understood and nodded his head. “Oh fuck,” was all Joey could say on repeat as Thunder spread his fingers in Joey’s hole. The twisting resumed, this time with Thunder slowly pulling his fingers out and pushing them, allowing the hole to stretch more. Joey clenched his eyes shut, trying to push the pain away. It took several minutes, but he opened his eyes when the pain subsided enough. Joey nodded his head and told Thunder, “That feels good.” Thunder knew it was time. With his fingers still stretched to their widest, he slowly pulled them from Joey. This caused a slight scream from Joey as his hole was again stretched further apart. Thunder said, “Be ready for that each time I pull out Joey. It’s going to hurt each time, but you’ll need that to be ready.” Joey nodded his head in acceptance. Thunder lubed up four fingers, slowly pressing them into Joey. Prepared this time for the entry, Joey took in a deep breath and held it as long as he could and just as he was about to release it, he nodded and Thunder pushed all the way in. Surprised, Joey moaned as the pleasure of the stretch quickly overtook the pain. Thunder took the control this time, and began the twisting/pulling again. Joey, finally getting used to what was happening each time, told Thunder, “Do it, I’m ready.” “You sure?” “Yes, go.” Thunder pulled out and then pushed back in, increasing the speed and pressure each time. After several of these, he stopped, spread his fingers and resumed. With each thrust, he twisted his fingers side to side, opening Joey up. He again spread his fingers to their widest and pulled out. He looked at Joey’s hole, seeing it stretched and open. “How do you like that Joey?” Joey gasped when he saw his his hole on the screen. It was open, stretched top to bottom and some to the side. “That’s my hole? Fuck, I never thought I’d see it like that.” Looking at Thunder, Joey said, “Let’s go Thunder. Get that fist in there.” Thunder lubed his whole hand after squirting more lube in Joey. Thunder placed his hand at the stretched hole, his thumb tucked in between his fingers. He knew this was going to take time and patience. He began to push in, not meeting resistance until he reached the base of his fingers, the last knuckles. He began twisting side to side, trying to open Joey up enough, knowing that once the knuckles got in, he’d get in the rest of the way. Joey closed his eyes and tried the breathing again, with no success. The second time he tried, the voice called him. “Joey, I can help you. All you need to do is ask. I’ve told you before, this is your gift. All you have to do is ask.” Joey struggled, but gave in. “Master, please give me my gift? I pledge myself to you.” “That my Son, is what I’ve been waiting for you to admit.” “Go now. You are ready.” Joey did not feel any different when he opened his eyes. He felt Thunder twisting and pushing, trying to get into his hole. A sudden thought rushed through Joey’s mind, “You want this, you take this.” Joey said, “Thunder, can you pull out, give me more lube and relive your hand?” Thunder looked at Joey, saw something in his eyes, and did as Joey requested. After the third lube shooter was emptied in his hole, Thunder applied a generous amount of lube to his hand, showing it to Joey, who nodded. Thunder told Joey, “I’m going in this time,” and Joey nodded. Thunder placed his hand at Joey’s stretched hole, and pushed in. He easily entered and again got to his s last knuckles before Joey’s hole resisted. Joey said, to no one, “I want this. I’ll take this.” With that, at the same time, Thunder and Joey locked eyes, Joey said, “Do it.” With another push, Thunder felt the hole stretch enough and his knuckles slipped past the lips of Joey’s hole. With the rest of his being narrower past the knuckles, Thunder’s hand continued sliding in, until Joey’s asshole was stretched all around his wrist. After he told Thunder to do it, Joey turned to the monitor. He felt and watched as his hole, once tight and small, stretched just a bit re and Thunder’s knuckles passed into him and his hole appeared to swallow Thunder’s hand. Both man and boy said, “Fuck,” almost at the same time. Joey looked at Brian, who was looking down in awe. “How does it feel, Joey?” “Unbelievable, so full. My hole is stretched around his wrist.” Thunder reached down, patted Joey on the stomach and said, “Fuck, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to let me in. Surprised you didn’t scream, most guys do when I break through. You took it like a champ.” Joey looked to Brian and asked hi m to lean down. Brian did and Joey put his lips to Brian’s ears and told him, “Sir, I accepted my gift.” Brian’s head reared back in surprise, “You did? I’m so proud of you.” Joey turned to Brother Shawn and said, “Hello, Shawn.” Shawn began to reprimand Joey for breaking the rules. He caught Brian’s eyes and Brian smiled, shook his head and mouthed “No.” Shawn looked down at Joey, smiled, and asked, “You did?” “ I did.” “Hot damn.” Joey looked at Thunder, nodded his head and said, “Let’s go Thunder.” For the next half hour, Thunder fisted Joey, stretching his hole by twisting side-to-side, pulling out and shoving back in right away. When Thunder slid his fingers around Joey’s prostrate and squeezed, Joey moaned and moaned, louder with each squeeze. Joey started to beg Thunder to stop, “It hurts.” Thunder shook his head, and told Joey, “It doesn’t hurt. Feel what’s going on and tell me.” Joey felt the pressure again, “Oh, fuck. That feels so good. Thunder, what are you doing to me?” Thunder smiled a wicked grin, “You tell us Joey.” Joey, nearly incoherent,again whimpered, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.” Seconds later, Joey’s cock erupted, shooting the most intense and most painful load of his like. Joey was nearly screaming from the sensory overload going through his body. When Joey came down from the orgasm of the Century, Thunder released his prostrate and again grinned at Joey. Joey wasn’t prepared for what happened next, still processing the orgasm intensity. He did not feel Thunder curve his fingers into a fist and twist his arm to the side. Thunder waited until Joey was back. He looked at Joey, who was only barely aware of the situation, and said, “One more thing.” Thunder pulled his closed fist down from Joey’s prostate, through his rectum, and out his hole in one quick action. This time Joey did scream, in full pain as his hole was violently yanked open by Thunder’s clenched fist. Joey saw this happen and saw his once tight hole, stretched beyond recognition, the lips hanging open, in all directions. He could see inside his hole, as it was wide open. “Thank you Thunder, that was amazing.” Brian and Shawn each reach down, placing fingers in Joey’s stretched out hole. Sir moved to in front of Joey, pulled his hard dick out and slammed in, and blew his load in deep. Shawn followed, lasting just a bit longer than Brian, before dumping another load deep in Joey. Joey was panting with feeling of his hole still open and having taken two loads. Thunder, who never fucked guys, made an exception. But he had to go one step further. Thunder took his place at Joey’s hole, pulled his hard cock our and shoved in. With a few thrusts, he was ready. Thunder again dunked his gloves hand in the tub of lube. Before anyone could say anything to stop him, Thunder slid his hand into Joey’s gaping hole, alongside his cock. Joey felt this new invasion and groaned in pain. Thunder took pleasure in Joey’s pain, alternating between jacking off in his hole and fucking him with his hand and cock. It took Thunder a few minutes of this before announced he was coming and proceeded to flood Joey deep in his hole. Thunder slipped his hand out, and then his cock. Joey’s hole was even wider now, his lips puffy and wide. Joey’s arms were released and his right hand immediately traveled to his hole to really feel what it was. When he pulled his fingers out, Joey said to nobody in particular, “Fuck, I’ll never be tight again.” Brian, in awe as he was the only one seeing it, said, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. The rest turned to the monitor, watching was Joey’s insides disappeared from view. His hole followed suit, closing back up. The only indication of what Joey’s hole had just experienced was the puffy lips surrounding his hole. Joey smiled, still feeling all the physical affects of what he just experienced. “This is going to be fun.”

[PART 2] After our break he let himself fall backwards into the sling i had put up. I fastened his ankle-restraints gave him the poppers bottle. I told him that i was going to lube his hole using a big syringe with a tube connected to the end which i put inside his ass. 'It's going to burn a bit, but this is normal. Just give it a few minutes and you will be relaxed' i told him. He didn't know that i laced the lube with Tina. He moaned while filling up his ass with the 'T' lube. When pulling out the tube i told him to relax and let the lube do it's magical work. After a few minutes i could see that the Tina was taking over. He asked me what was happening to him, so i answered by telling him that i mixed the lube with one of the hottest drug ever made. He registered what i was saying, but he was enjoying it too much to care. I started fingering his asshole and could feel it opening up wide. Before i knew it i had 4 fingers inside. ‘Please, fuck me already. I want your cock deep in me/‘ he begged. I answered him by telling that i will only fuck him if i may blow my load deep inside him. ‘I want to fill you up and breed you’ i said. I knew that nobody can resist the urges when they have ’T’ running through their bloodstream. So when he said that he wanted me to breed him, i was not surprised. I put the head of my fat cock at his sphincter and rammed my hard dick deep inside him. He screamed, but after a 10 seconds the pain changed into pure pleasure. His body started to relax and that was my cue to start fucking him. i was making long strokes and with every stroke i picked up the pace. My cock started to ooze pre-cum and every time when i felt that i had to cum i stopped fucking. It was hard to fight against the cum coming out, Sometimes i could feel some cum slipping through. When the feeling subsided i resumes piston fucking his ass. With all the pre-cum and cum his ass started to foam. After 25 minutes of fucking and hearing him moaning louder, i knew that he was ready to receive my gift. ‘I want you to put your hands on my chest and start twist my nipples’ i ordered him. When someone plays with my body produces more sperm and let me cum harder and longer. While he was playing with my nipples i intensified my stroke, so i was fucking him as hard as i can. ‘I want you to beg. I want to hear that you want my DNA mixed with yours’ i said to him. ‘Please! Please! Give me your cum. I want to feel it deep in my ass. Breed me. I want to feel it oozing out my ass after your done.’ he replied. i can feel the pressure in my body growing until i can’t keep it in. With a roar i push my dick deep inside him and my seed start filling him with something that seemed like non-stop stream of cum. His body started to twitch and i heard him saying that he could feel my cum flowing deep in his ass. ‘Yeah! i not only bred your ass, i also pozzed your ass.’ i said with a big smile. You could see him think about what i said, but within seconds Tina took over and made him say ‘My pozzed ass is yours!’. While pulling my cock out of his cum dripping ass the doorbell rang. I had know clue who that could be, so i put on sweatpants and went to open the door. I was suprised to see the hot twink i intended to date. ‘Can i come in? I’m sorry i didn’t call, but my phone stopped working. I had your address written down, so i took a bus from the train station to get here.’ he said. I answered him that i was not alone anymore, but that he was welcome to join us. He walked right by me and started to undress, when he was naked he asked me to lead him to the playroom because he had some catching up to do. So i brought him to the room where the other twink was still lying in the sling with cum dripping out his ass. Before i could say anything to our new guest he started rimming the dripping asshole and eating out the cum. When his mouth was filled he stood up walked to the other side of the sling and started to kiss the chemmed up kid before starting swapping cum with him. I saw there two hot twinks and knew that this night is going to get a lot hotter and i started planning how i could convert the new boy into a poz slut like the first one [To be continued]