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While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

Note: I am posting this grouping here because some of them will involve an assortment of chems. The first story does not. Story 1 I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most memorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out from under his cap and really set off his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park near my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss me. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his cum. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.

Chapter 7: Hitting my Marc By now my cock was raging, and I asked Marc if he was ready to get fucked. Marc immediately got on his back and put his legs in the air. Jimmy grabbed another drink and did exactly what he did to me, spitting some Jack on Marc's hole. Putting a condom on was odd to me, but pretty sure that by the end of the weekend I would be in Marc raw after what Jimmy had said earlier. I slowly entered Marc, carefully listening to his moans and looking directly into his eyes. When I thought he was uncomfortable I stopped and bent over to kiss him, and saying things like it's OK babe. I knew it would be a challenge to him, so tried to be encouraging. Although it rarely happened to me, I simply hated when a guy would simply ask if I was OK. I made slow passionate love to Marc. Just like my dad had made love to me. Seeing the joy in his eyes and the smile on his face, the moans of pleasure were all worth it. His hole felt absolutely amazing, even with a condom on. His ass muscles squeezed every last drop of my toxic cum from my cock. When I pulled out, Jimmy said you guys had all the fun, so I want all the cum. I let Marc clean my cock though. It was getting late, and we decided to take a quick shower. The bars were still open for another hour, and we didn't expect any of the few still in the dorm would be coming home before they closed. When we got to the bathroom, Marc said he had to piss, and headed to the urinal, when Jimmy grabbed him and said to wait for the shower. Jimmy and I immediately got on our knees and Jimmy said make us your urinal. There was nothing shy about Marc's bladder this time! He filled both our waiting throats with his golden nectar. Both of us had swallowed at least two mouthfuls of his favorable Jack and Coke piss. Marc said it was now his turn. We decided to start slowly by pissing on his chest, occasionally on his face. Marc was definitely enjoying it! At first he kept his eyes and mouth shut, but it wasn't long before he opened his mouth and put his tongue out to taste our piss. Once he licked his lips, we knew it was time to have him drink from our taps. We didn't fill his mouth, but gave him a good taste. He seemed to enjoy it. The alcohol in our piss definitely made the taste more enjoyable.

Authors Note: There's no sex in this Chapter, it's just a minor prologue, the idea for this story just came to me and I had to write the beginning down before I lost the motivation to write it. Chapter I Fuck... he tried to keep cool under the bouncer's hard stare, those cold blue eyes looking him over after reading his (fake) ID, he prayed to God his brother hadn't set him up. The man was built like a brick shit house and towered over Lev's twinkish frame, he'd be dead meat otherwise. After a tense few seconds the bouncer gave him a quick smirk. "Happy 21st, hope you have fun kid." Before giving him a wink and subtly rubbing his crotch after he opened the heavy metal door- revealing the long staircase leading deep down into the club and sliding a white bracelet on his wrist, emblazoned with a golden V. The second the Iron door shut, Lev felt his entire body deflate from the tension. Fuck- that had been stressful, but he felt a deep excitement settle inside himself as he walked down the dimly lit and somewhat grimy stairway, already able to faintly hear the music of the club below- he'd need to thank Nikita later for the best 18th birthday present ever. After all, tonight was the night he was going to finally lose his virginity- how could he not in a place known as the Incubus' Den? The Den was an infamous gay Club, well known for debauchery. Rumors swirled around it, Lev had heard a great many of them, from rumors of wild orgies and a brothel below, to whispers of a devil worshipping cult. He hoped the former was true, he desperately needed to breed something. The Strict rules at home, and the even stricter ones at the boarding school left him little ability to explore his carnal desires. Lev finally finished his decent into the den, reaching the bottom of the staircase and turning through the curtains that covered the open doorway into the entrance. Once the silk curtains had Fallen away Lev could see the interior of a large locker room, lit in blacklight just as Nikita had described it- he looked down at the ticket reading the number "66" off the top, his locker number. The Den was a private club, you only got in by invitation or paying for the privilege, he wondered how Nikita had even gotten the ticket? But that was unimportant at the moment as Lev found his assigned locker. Dropping his bag he soon began to undress himself, and change into his true outfit for the night- his black leather boots, tight leather pants that perfectly accentuated his bubble butt and the bulge from his 8 inch cock- held in place underneath by a jockstrap. Topping it all off was a long sleeve fishnet shirt showing of his lithe swimmers build. He was certain both he and the shirt would be ruined by the nights end. Opening the locker up, Lev put his belongings on the bottom shelf before looking at the Club's pièces de résistance- a porcelain mask to hide the wearer's identity. The Den prided itself on anonymity from what Nikita had told him, each locker had a mask assigned to it, and it appeared #66's was crafted in the shape of a lamb's face, Lev chuckled at the symbolism. Affixing the mask to his face with the two silk ribbons, Lev now locked his locker, and let his ears lead him to where the real fun began. Deeper into the Den the little lamb went.

A week ago a friend of mine put me in touch with this Nigerian who had a big dick, I have had him at my place a few times now and we have had fun. He called me this morning and my heart started pounding knowing that he was wanting to fuck again, I answered the and he asked if he could come over around lunchtime, I said yes like the cock crazed slut I am, he said he had a surprise for me as well. Anyway lunchtime came, and there was a knock at my door, so I undressed so I was in bra and panties, and went and answered the door, he was standing there with 4 other Nigerians, I allowed them enter my place and as soon as the door shut, I was picked up and carried to my living room,pushed to my knees and watched as each man pulled his cock out and slapping me with there cocks, I started sucking one cock at a time as they got hard, my mouth was being fucked, I was gagging as each took his turn. Suddenly my bra was off as one of them started pinching my nipples, and another ripped my panties saw I was wearing a cock cage squeezed my balls hard and spanked me, the other 3 were undressing whilst one fucked my mouth and throat with his cock and the othet abused my caged clit, balls and ass, still have whelts on my ass he was spanking me that hard, suddenly my face was being shoved down between an ass, and I was being told to eat it out, when I felt a cock being pushed against my boipussy, I tried to say to them to use lube, but my head was being forced onto asshole to eat, the pain from the penetration was making me cry, as he inched his cock into my dry pussy hole, I could hear them encouraging him to go deeper and harder into me, as they where telling him that he had made me cry for his cock, whilst I was still forced to eat an asshole, I'm not sure how long this guy fucked me, but when he came I could feel him pulsing inside me, it also eased the pain of being dry fucked, as he pulled his cock out, he told one of the others that "she is ready for another cock now. The guy who I was eating out pulls me up by my hair and starts to try and stick his cock inside me, when he finally found my hole it slid in with ease as my hole was so gaped from the first guy. He started fucking me when he called out for a second cock to penetrate me. I have had 2 cocks before, but never as big as these guys cocks. As the secocnd cock started pushing from behind, once again the pain was there but differently as I was being opened up even more, another guy stands over his mates face as he shoves his cock down my throat, when he took his cock out of my mouth I notice the guy below him was licking his balls, by this time the two cocks were inside me now, and both thrusting inside me, my ass felt loose now and accepting the two cocks. I noticed the first guy that had fucked me, was bent over my couch being fucked, which got me so horny and hoping that the guy fucking him, fucks me as soon as the two fucking me finish, I was wanting ass covered cock inside me. I could feel cum coming out of my boipussy as the two where fucking me. One of them started to grunt and his thrusting started to get harder, when he let out a gasp as he came inside and onver his mates cock that was also inside, I could feel my clit in thae cage trying to get hard, pushing against the flat metal cage end, it has been a very long time since I have had my clit get hard, and the flat cage pushes my clit inside me. When he pulled out his cock my boipussy was making a wet farting sound as the other guy I was on top other continued to fuck me with 2 loads of cum as lube inside me, he came inside me but kept his cock in me as he kept thrusting telling me he was making sure all the seed inside me would go deeper, the guy I was sucking blew his load down my throat. The other guy fucking his friend came inside of him, I was told to go and clean his ass out, which I did. They all got dressed, slapped my ass and said in there broken english, that I was a good fuck toy, and will get used again as a bitch should be used. My hold is sore and puffy, but I am definitely looking forwards to being used again, Strange thing I usually don't like pain, but for some reason it had me even more horny, so much so I had to use a dildo even feeling sore to make my clit cum to reduce my horniness.

As a bottom who craves cock a lot and can't get enough, I leave it to the top whether he wants to go at from the start or take his time. At the end of the day, I'm getting what I want, Sex, cock and cum.

I feel like maybe there's one more installment still in me, waiting to come out. Stay tuned, men.

I'd love to wear some strangers dirty underwear 👄, especially if he has crabs 🦀

I've certainly asked my scene partners about their experience living with HIV. I think it comes down to HOW you ask - if they volunteer their status, it's not really being nosy. It's disclosure, which is proper. There's also context, and everybody's story is different. For me, I think the correct way is to ask in person so the inflections of voice may be heard. Texting and Grindr do not offer this possibility unless you are sending recorded voice messages, which can be rather impersonal and like talking to a wall. I enquired with my scene partners if they feel comfortable sharing their story, their experience. One guy got it completely by accident - he went and had some fun too soon after doing a modification to his body and came in contact with infected blood. Another one's boyfriend lied to him about his status. And another got it from a downward spiral of drug use, whoring around, and not caring who seeded him. If they aren't comfortable, don't pry. If they are, listen and be prepared to offer a sympathetic ear. And certainly don't go to a place of judgment, even if they say it was their own damn fault. One guy who told me his story broke down in tears because he hates that it turned out that way. And he was still struggling with the result at the time we were getting to know each other even though years had passed.

you are so right, love if a guy just uses me hard as fuck and breeds me at once, so there is time for the next one

I prefer it when guys just ram their cocks in me and just start pounding my fuckhole balls deep. partly cause it shows they probably know that I can easily take the pounding cause I’m a whore and partly cause it shows that they dont give a fuck about me or my comfort and probably actually want to cause me pain if they care one way or the other. I love guys to fuck me the way they never could fuck anyone they respect or care about. guys just fuck me like I’m an object, not a person cause all they see in me is a hot body with a fuckhole to jerk themselves off. plus as a gangbang cumdump, I really dont need any warmup after the first few. same with collecting loads going to a bunch of different tops places or from everyone in a porntheatre or in a park.

I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most nemorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out ftom under his cap and really set of his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park by my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his come. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.

Chapter 6: The three of us then got on his old roomies bed with me between them. Jimmy asked Marc how we knew each other and Jimmy told him our story of experimentation. Jimmy asked if we had ever fucked, knowing that we hadn't. I quickly answered no, but that was why I was here this weekend. Jimmy said he was excited to take each others cocks for the first time and let's get started. Jimmy got up to make us another drink, and told me to get doggy on the bed. He brought over the drinks, and took a big swig of his before eating my ass. He told me to spread my cheeks opening up my pucker, took another sip of his drink, and spit it onto my hole. He then put just the tip of his cock in my hole reminding us that today was about Marc and i fucking for the first time, but he wanted me to know how his cock felt before fucking me later that weekend. He pulled out of my hole, and told Marc my ass was now all his. Marc rolled a condom over his cock, and lubed my hole. He slowly entered my ass apparently enjoying it. He slowly slid his cock in me to the base where he remained motionless for a few minutes before starting to thrust. Marc was not the best of tops, but he wasn't bad for a first time. We were both very vocal with each other. Marc telling me how good my ass felt, and he had wished We had done this sooner. I agreed and told him how great his big cock felt inside me. Marc picked up his pace, so I knew he would be busting his load quickly. I felt his cock pulsing in me. Sadly it was into a condom, and not up my ass. Marc pulled his cock out of me revealing a fully loaded condom. Jimmy suggested he take it off and feed both of us his seed. Jimmy and I sat side by side with our mouths open, and tongues out. Marc first started feeding me his cum, while Jimmy sucked Marc's cock clean. Marc then fed Jimmy the remaining cum from his condom, and the three of us kissed. Although I had swallowed a of Marc's cum, Jimmy kept some in his mouth which he snowballed with Marc. I then went to pour us yet another drink, and we simply cuddled some. Jimmy asked Marc what he was thinking. Marc said it was amazing, but the condom felt awkward. Jimmy agreed saying it was truly awkward for him wearing his PA and a condom at the same time. He said that because of that, he started to go bare, and that experience was much better. He added once you go bare, you don't go back. Marc then asked if he ever had any doubts or fears of bare sex, and he said a few, but the enjoyment outweighed them.

The mosquitos in the forest were unbearable so we walked to the open field and let the sun warm our bodies. I had been hiking, or I guess “hiking” in a too-small tank top and a pair of thin teal nylon shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of my black cock cage was clear to anyone who glanced downward. He had followed me from the parking lot into the woods, where we sized each other up before the buzzing and biting drove us into the open. Beside the trail he lifted my tanktop and started working my nipples, gently at first, then harder before forcing his tongue into my mouth. He knew exactly how to work me into a sexual frenzy. My cock strained in the cage as I moaned and felt the front of his jeans for his cock. My hand rubbed against a rapidly hardening 8 inches that he soon set free. I fell to my knees and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nostrils, huffing deeply and feeling the aroma work its magic. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, worshiping his manhood and admiring the girth. Slowly I swallowed the head and began impaling my head on his shaft until I hit my gag reflex. I pulled myself off and began bobbing and sucking, my mouth hungry for a creamy load. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a quiet voice telling me to stop, he didn’t want to cum too soon. I stood up and felt his fingers on my nipples and his tongue invaded my mouth again, working me into a frenzy. He pushed my shorts down and looked at the black cage trapping my cock. His hand tugged on it then felt my full balls. Pulling my tank top off he turned me away from him, working my nipples and kissing my neck. I hit the poppers again as his cock bumped against my ass and slid down, past my taint, hitting my balls. I started grinding against him, enjoying everything this man was giving me. He whispered in my ear how horny he was and that he wanted to take me home to use me hard on his bed. I took a third deep inhale of poppers when I felt his thick cockhead bump into my hole. I moaned as his hands slid to my hips and he pulled me onto him. I gasped, my hole offered no resistance after I had been abusing it all morning with my Mr Hankey’s toy. Even his thickness had no trouble sliding into my gape. As his cock jammed into my prostate I came to my senses. I had never seen this person whose bare manhood was now deep in me. I moaned “stop” as he started sliding out then pulled my hole onto him. “Just a few thrusts”, he said, his hands gripping my hips tightly and driving me onto him. I squirmed but his grip tightened, his thrusts became more forceful. I moaned for him to stop again but he only replied with grunts and more thrusting, increasing in power each time I moved. I could feel my ass surrendering to his powerful cock, letting it take whatever it wanted or needed from me. My mind was a confused haze of lust, amyl, and frightened surrender. My brain was trying to find a way to stop, to get me to my knees, then take his load in my mouth. Suddenly I felt him impale my hole balls deep and let out a groan. His seed was being unloaded inside me. I was being marked as his slut. He pulled out, slapped my ass cheek and grunted thanks. My eyes followed his departing shape then focused beyond him. A couple walking their dogs was standing down the trail, watching me.

As a top I like to slide all the way in, and then feel my bottoms vibes through our skin to skin connection, then I just fuck him at his convenience and slowly start building up until I shoot deep inside his hot hole

Context matters. Most of the time people ask the question because of being lazy/bored, fetishizing, uneducated, judgemental, using status privilege or for narcissistic info gathering to use later. It's a lazy question for people who don't want to learn how to protect themselves by getting on PrEP, using condoms, or practicing abstinence. The sense of entitlement that it's someone else's job to keep a negative person safe by status sharing may be backed up by law, but its lazy. It also can be the type of lazy question you see ... kind of like "Are you the 'boy' or the 'girl' in your relationship?" Some people literally will ask that question as small talk in conversation. " My cousin lived in san francisco in the nineteen eighties. He got the aids and died. You lived there too didn't you? Did you get the aids? Bored people will stop at nothing. Not all but some HIV positive people have a lot of trauma around their diagnosis. They may have been cheated on by a former partner. They may have had a former partner/loved one die of the same illness. If they received treatment early on in the HIV epidemic, they might have some physical things that they're embarrassed about and don't want pointed out, because it makes them feel self conscious. Some people have been rejected badly by a lot of people due to the diagnosis. People who are HIV positive in smaller communities and rural communities have way more stigma and have a lot of fear with that question. There's a million reasons to have trauma around this diagnosis from social to legal scars to stigma to loneliness. Maybe they don't want constantly reminded of it. If you do ask the question without a good reason be prepared for a trauma response that could include anger, shame, silence, or just walking away if their isn't enough resilience built up. Anytime you fetishize the other whether its because of race, ethnicity, gender, age, or health concern it potentially does damage. Many black men have stopped putting their statistics on online profiles regarding top or bottom preference and penis size, because of the objectification that happens due to the term BBC, which is just another way for the white men to commodify black bodies. It's really dismissive of black men who bottom, imagine what it does to man of color to find out his perceived value by some self-centered white bottom is solely based on the BBC label. Black men are so much more than one part of their body, and even if you don't mean to hurt anyone by using that label it goes into the collective conscious and gains weight. The way POZ men are labeled as unclean (same vernacular as drug addicts), toxic (poisonous), wasted away, rapey, stealthy, creatures hiding in the shadows, bathroom stalls and bathhouses ready to taint the pure at heart niave innocent negative bottoms in stories are dangerous yet sexy and fucking hot, but it doesn't reflect real life. Not all poz guys know how they got it, or just had bad luck. And the majority of the HIV disclosure mistakes I have witnessed in real life have been due to fear of criminalization, not knowing when the right time to disclose in a new dating sutuation, missing the tipping point and getting stuck or simple communication errors. Putting all the ethical responsibility on the stigmatized party to disclose a medical diagnosis in highly sexual and emotional relationship with high legal and reputational stakes has been a disaster. My friend was devestated when a guy he was crushing on asked him to knock him up with his toxic death babies. Its hot on the page, but reductive and offensive outside of very specific websites, playspaces, fetish areas unless the Poz individual has publicly or personally flagged interest. They may have feelings for you, and asking them to Poz you is asking them to cause you permanent health harm, both physical and emotional. If you are educated about HIV, you will more likely ask someone if they are on PrEP or undetectable. If you start with the "poz" label, its a very big red flag that you can't use Google and want someone else to educate you. Its not our job. We are tired. Watch a YouTube video. Sometimes asking a poz person if they are positive comes across as slut shaming or status shaming. Like if you find out that somebody goes to a certain gay bar or goes to a certain bathhouse and you automatically ask them if they're positive that's kind of like saying "you got raped because you wore that slutty outfit. " If you're on apps like Grindr or Scruff and you ask someone if they're HIV+, and they tell you the truth, say thank you. It's a really difficult question to answer for someone online that you don't know without any meaningful confirmation that you're a real person. Especially in small communities where politics or professional stakes are involved, the HIV positive person is really going out on limb to be honest. The very least you can do say thank you. What happens often is immediate blocking, shaming comments, or the silent treatment. And often it's done by insensitive negative guys who are just randomly scatter asking people before they really have a right to know. Our local community health official that refers newly HIV positive people to medical clinics after diagnosis has repeatedly shared clients HIV stats to damage people he feels threatened by. His non-profit covers 11 counties and HIPAA has not been enforced. Grindr sold status to data brokers. Its a serious threat that narcissists will use. One size does not fit all. I do not speak for all poz people. It's different for everybody. Some poz guys will care some won't. I personally am not offended by it if asked for the right reasons. If it's asked out of love by someone who wants to know your experience it's okay. If it's a sexual partner who needs to know it's okay to ask. You need an honest answer. If it's someone in your life who helps you with your health care like a medical professional or family member. It's okay to ask. If someone has main lined your blood it's okay to ask. Just be careful not to out or spotlight Poz people to people without a good reason. Its called HIV "status" for a reason. It separates us from our peers as a less desirable class of gay people. I didn't select the term, but I know how dominant groups use it to elevate themselves.

Tried to write about this last night after it happened, but got redirected to another site. Turns out my VPN was going through Salt Lake City Utah, a "Taliban State" that bans sites like BZ. Changed that this morning, even though i have a thing for Mormon Guys. my Sweet Latino FB called from work saying He got off work at 830 and was really horny, i told Him i'd be ready. Truth is, i'd prepped earlier hoping to hear from Him, so was just a matter of a quick refresh and was glad i hadn't eaten dinner yet. He's into sucking me sometimes, and i let Him. He never makes me cum and has told me He doesn't think He'd like cum, so it works for us. my psychosexual wiring is such that i don't relate to having a "cock" to penetrate or fuck with. To me it's more of a male type of clitoris that can get sexual stimulation, but not made for fucking with. i love when a Man purposefully uses it not to make me ever cum that way, but just to make me hornier for Him. We inadvertently have that, though He doesn't seem to get the ideas behind 'mind fuck.' He's a sweet Top and i love His personality, so i'm pretty pliant with Him. He also loves getting His cock sucked and while sucking me said: "let me know when you want to suck mine." i suggested He Top 69 me, so He came over my face and i received His Cock. He didn't get it though, and i had absolutely no space to move (He's a solid mass of muscle), and i was pinned under Him taking His Cock all the way. i seem to have crossed a barrier in my cock sucking abilities and take cock into my throat a lot easier now, barely ever gag? So i pretty much just held His whole cock in my throat for awhile, tonguing it. He likes when i suck Him though, so ended up between His thighs, licking and sucking Him... which is better. i get into subspace that way and He seems to like when i get that way, which just feeds my 'worshipful' disposition more. At one point He got very close to orgasm and said: "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." i got on my belly and He pushed right in without lube and took me a few to get past the sudden pain (rarely have that). Pretty sure He came quickly, because i got 'lubed' very fast, but He always keeps fucking and is a multiple cummer. When He's done, He always just pulls out and rolls off me and takes a shower. i always reach around after so i can feel His seed with my finger, and felt my round, gaped hole. When He came in after showering i asked Him to put His finger in my hole and feel what He made, but He didn't seem to get where i was coming from, so i didn't pursue it lol... but fuck, i love the molding/shaping effect a Top can have on my hole. i love that 'mark.' He left me with such a sweet cream pie, i felt the desire to share it and opened Grindr. i almost never cruise Grindr, usually a wasteland, but have had some success recently and got hit on almost instantly. Ten minutes later a Guy walked in my back door and into my dark room where i lay on my bed ass up ready for Him. He stood at the side of my and said He needed to get hard, so i offered to suck Him. He started out short and thick and grew quickly to a nice 7-8 inches with sweet girth. He liked getting sucked to the hilt and started fucking my face... was sweet cupping His balls as we enjoyed His Cock. He asked me to stand at the side of the bed so He could fuck me. i'm tall and had to squat down, but it was no big deal to do so and He pushed in to my cream pie. His cock was BIG, lol. i'm still surprised by being filled and stretched, even after all the cock that's been inside of me, the thrill and sense of gratitude never goes away as i gasped and received Him. As He fucked, my cream pie became sloppier and sloppier and He swelled and His breathing changed signally He was gonna bust, which He did with wonderful satisfaction on His part. i love perceiving a Mans satisfied lust, fuck it's the best feeling on earth. As He withdrew, i clenched as best i could to hold His seed... harder to do when standing, but i fought gravity and also reached around and covered my now vacant and wrecked hole with my hand to keep His seed in and felt what a sloppy gash i had. Felt like i had about a gallon of cum in me, and my hole was no longer round and gaped, but His big Cock had pulled and shaped it into a mass of pussy like swollen lips. After He left, i turned my light on and there was a sizable puddled of cum on the floor. i sent Him a quick message on Grindr telling Him what a sweet fuck He was and thanking Him and fell asleep full of seed.

Spot on! Gotta love it when he impales a hot ass.

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My partner and I have been having parties recently for bareback tops into breeding. I’m the only bottom and everyone is encouraged to dump in my holes and I’ll be there for you guys too use and fill up as much as You want. All loads taken regularly and new friends are always welcome for casual anonymous hookups too now that I’m in a relationship that’s supportive and encourages me to be a good cumslut for all

We get this kind of question frequently. “I can’t stop thinking about taking cock bareback and I reallyreallyreally want to but I just can’t because I’m afraid of disease. What to do?” The ‘what do I do’ part seems to assume there’s a way to get out of taking the risk. There isn’t. Bareback sex is not a safe practice, and it cannot be made entirely safe. It can be made significantly safer, with PrEP, vaccinations, regular testing, and prompt treatment of treatable infections, but there is no Golden Ticket To Fuck. Accepting the risk, even greatly reduced, means accepting the possibility, if slight, that you draw the short straw and end up with a non-curable STD. If you fuck a lot, it also means that you will almost certainly catch one or more curable STIs. It’s an inherent hazard. So. What to do? Make a decision: Accept that you will face risk, or give up the idea. As to the social facets of your indecision - shame, guilt, judgment, consent of a jealous/possessive/monogamous partner - that’s a whole other suitcase full of baboons.

Well, of COURSE ... that's his responsibility. Some Tops think that Topping makes them more masculine, and the rougher they are the more butch they are. And, that kind of mindset cuts them off from a chance of "connection", or some would say "bonding" if even for a few moments. A Top's job carries a bit more depth and skill than just walking up to a Hole, jackhammering it for a while, and remaining completely outside the emotional/spiritual/connectivity that some of us know is the real essence of Breeding. We all have certain acts within the context of fucking that we particularly love - sometimes even need - to completely bond/connect with the other guy. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't, but that doesn't mean we should revert to an insular hauteur if things don't work out precisely as we'd like. I'm no shrink, but that scenario seems to be cutting off the chances of a better fuck for both guys. It takes two to .... um .... waltz? 2-step? polka? ..... well, one of those dances .....

Photographer Wanted Part II I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed" As Ed got up I fell down on my stomach with my head turned towards him. He stood next to me and I was able to take in that gorgeous cock that was swinging and dripping the last bit of his cum. Ed reached down and stroked out some more drops of cum. "Tim that was so hot. Your ass felt incredible and you wanting...", Ed paused, "...wanting my poz cum was one of the hottest things I have experienced. Why did you want that?" I turned to my side and propped my head up on my hand. "There is no way you haven't fucked a neg guy before, especially with all of those clients and pictures". Ed sat next to me and tried explaining. "I am sure I have fucked a neg guy before Tim, but the subject has never come up. I haven't been asked and it has happened, but not like you. You wanted me to fuck you full of my poz cum, and by the way that is a huge turn on. I have fantasized about men begging for it, but it has never happened that way before. Why did you want it?" I thought about that for a minute. "I don't really know. It was all so natural feeling and I wanted you to fuck me so bad. I didn't want any barriers between us. I was so turned on by you and our session. I just felt like doing it and taking you in me." Being on my side I could feel my cock start to react to our conversation. I couldn't see Ed's cock as he was sitting near me, but his waist was below me. Ed said, "Fuck, it was very hot. Do you really want more Tim?". "yes please. will you fuck me again like that? bareback?" Ed started to rise and now I could see his cock was more than semi hard, but not fully hard. He reached out to my waste, squeezed my cock, and then pulled me over so I was on my stomach again. His fingers soon found my puffy ass ring and one of his fingers slid into me. I was still staring at his cock...which was fully hard now. "Yes Tim, I will fuck you again and you will take my poz load". I closed my eyes and started to feel the scene. Ed was climbing in behind me and I could now feel his hard wet cock at my ass. I wanted this man in me so bad. I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Fuck me now...please...fuck me", I pleaded with Ed. Ed moaned and pressed his thick cock into me, "take my cock boy". One long slide and Ed had penetrated my guts again. He stayed just like that for a few seconds, I could feel him shaking a little bit and my ass was being assaulted again, but I loved it. "I just want to stay like this, buried in your ass!" Ed said as he ground his cock into me. I somehow was able to reach around behind me and try and pull Ed even further into me. "Fuck me full baby, please" I begged. "Give me your hot load in my cunt, I want it baby". Ed leaned in to whisper to me, "you are going to get all of my cum boy. tell me you need my poz seed" "oh fuck Ed, give me your poz load, please baby, fuck me now" Ed grunted and raised up...pulling his big cock almost all the way out and sliding back in, but not resting this time. Ed continued full strokes, in and out...giving me all of his cock and girth. I was moaning loudly by this point, I was getting all that I asked for..and more. "Tell me you love my cock Tim" Ed said while moaning. "Fuck I love your cock Ed, please give it all to me, every day over and over!" "oh yes boy, I want you to have it, you are going to get my cum" "fuck daddy, please cum in me, give me your hot load" Ed pushed in deep one final time and yelled "take my cum Tim, I want to knock your pussy up" and I could then feel him swell as he started shooting in me. My cock was so hard under me all it took was that final push, that final statement and I started cumming again underneath me! Ed was now laying on me, grinding his hips into my ass....feeling him breath heavy on my neck was another thrill. Knowing this hot man had just used my ass twice, with his amazing cock and poz load, made me shiver slightly. I felt Ed's cock slowly slip from my ass and I could feel his cum drip down over my nut sack. "Fuck that was amazing Tim, thank you". Ed said "I should be thanking you Ed, your cock is amazing. I know you have heard that before, but wow". Ed pushed up with his arms, "Tim, sure I have heard that, but really, you do things to my cock that I haven't felt before". That made me smile. That night I stayed with Ed and after a quick drink break, we headed to bed where Ed gave me his third load of the night. I awoke to Ed getting out of bed saying he had to pee. While I heard him start to pee in the bathroom, I started reflecting on last night and what I had done, what we had done. Here I was naked in this man's bed, my ass was still sore and wet from all of his cum. POZ CUM! What was I thinking? I hadn't come here to get fucked, let alone get bred by this gorgeous poz man, three times. I heard the toilet flush. I propped my head up on my elbow and watched as Ed entered the bedroom. His cock was gorgeous, and semi hard. I couldn't stop staring as I felt my cock start to grow under the sheet. "Good morning sex", Ed said to me. "How are you feeling this morning? I see by your look you are still very interested in...parts of me", he said while laughing. Ed started to get dressed, pulling on some loose shorts and a tshirt. I quickly refocused on Ed's eyes. "Yes, ummm....last night was fantastic Ed, it really was. I didn't intend for you to fuck me, but so happy you did." Ed cut in, "even though I am poz"? "Well, I was just thinking about that. I love you fucking me, really I do, but I am still neg and you came in me three times last night, and deep to be honest. Can I ask you something?" Ed sat on the end of the bed and looked at me in a concerning way, "of course you can" and he rubbed my leg. "Are you really not on meds? You mentioned it last night, but thought maybe it was part of the fantasy." I asked "Tim, I was being very honest with you. I don't really look to fuck my clients or neg men and I am really not on meds. I have been very careful with who I fuck and what goes in my body, so my health is very important. Yes, I have a viral load, but it is low. Now, can I ask you something?" I nodded my head and said, "please ask anything". "Last night you knew I was poz and you still wanted me to fuck you, why?" Ed asked. Flashing back to that moment of me on all fours, begging for Ed to fuck me,and then him telling me he was poz and not on meds. Right now, I knew then, and feel it now, I needed his cock in me bare. I responded after a second of my thoughts, "I knew then there was a connected between us Ed, something, and I needed that cock in me...to feel you in me." Ed asked, "any regrets this morning?" I didn't even have to think, "no regrets at all. I was wondering about it all this morning when I woke." "Great Tim, me either". Ed stood up and his cock was definitely hard in his shorts. "Just thinking about it get me hard, so I can thank you for this ache I have now" Ed said while smiling. I pulled back the sheet to reveal my nakedness, and hard on. Spreading my legs I lightly fingered my wet and sore hole, showing Ed. "and this is what you did to me, sore, but still aching". Ed stood there...stroking his big cock through his shorts. Slowly Ed lowered his shorts releasing that massive cock. As he slid his shorts off he asked, "Tim, do you want this big poz cock in you again?" I just looked into Ed's eyes, while both of my hands were trying to pull my ass apart, inviting Ed into me. "Yes baby, please fuck your poz cock and cum deep into me". Ed got some lube from a drawer and squeezed out a line of lube down his shaft. I watched, memorized, as he massaged his big cock and got it wet with lube. Ed moved onto the bed, between my legs, taking my legs in each hand. His hard, now wet with lube, bounced above me. Ed moved in closer, "good boy. I have more cum for you". He placed his cock head right on my sore, exposed, ass ring. With a little push I felt his cock head expand my hole and then close a little with a tight grip on his cock. "Ready boy?". I reached down and felt his hard shaft, his cock head already in me. Looking into his eyes I said, "yes! please fuck me deep and give me your poz load!" Ed just moaned and pushed his cock the entire length into me, holding his pulsing man meat inside of me. I moaned loudly while watching his face. He was in complete ecstasy, head back, as he slid into me. Finally his eyes opened and focused on mine. His hands had my legs apart and he pulled out slowly, then pushed right back in. This pace continued for a few minutes, all the while Ed was looking at me. His eyes were burning and I just kept moaning with each long stroke. "baby boy, you are doing to carry my DNA in you forever. Is that ok"? "Ed, please fuck me, please fuck me and knock me up. I want to have your baby". That is all it took...Ed picked up the pace and we both were moaning with every thrust of his magic cock! "here it comes Tim" Ed said as he pulled out and left just the tip of his cock in me hole...both of us panting, and then I felt it. A stream of hot liquid being shot into my man cunt, then another stream, and another. Finally Ed pushed back in all the way and continued cumming in me. Ed reached down and grabbed my cock. within a few strokes I was cumming all over my stomach. It was incredible! I was shaking after my intense orgasm and as I calmed down Ed pulled his shrinking cock out of me and laid down next to me, resting that big wet dick on my leg. I turned my head towards Ed, he smiled and kissed me gently. "Tim, if you keep this up, I will own your ass". He leaned in and kissed me harder as his fingers started playing in m open wet hole.

Met up with a guy at last night, originally just to blow him. We met up in a lot late at night, and the first thing he told me to do was get on my knees to blow him. He was pretty physical, pushing my face into his dick and pulling on my hair, I loved it. After about 15 minutes of face fucking me he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock as deep into my throat as possible, and flooded me with cum. I'd never been used like that and was the horniest I'd ever been. He said he was still up for more, but the bugs were getting bad so he said we should move it into his truck. I climbed up into his truck and he instantly started pressing my face into his still flaccid cock. I put it into my mouth and started blowing him again, and after a minute or two he was back to full mast. While sucking him, he slid my pants off and started to play with my ass. At first he was just grabbing and squeezing it, but he got more into it and started slapping it and trying to push into my hole with his fingers. I felt like I was out of my mind at that point, I begged him to fuck me and I didn't care if he didn't have lube or condoms. Thankfully he obliged me. He told me to turn around and stick my ass up, to which he spread my cheeks and started rimming me. I was so desperate at this point that it felt like I was gonna cum just from him getting my ass ready. After he finished that, I lied down flat on the back seat and he push his cock into me. It felt so fucking amazing, and somehow even better once he started properly fucking my ass. He was pretty modest at first, but once I was accustomed to it he started fucking me hard. It hurt a bit, but honestly that just made it better at that point. The entire time he was destroying my hole he kept calling me a faggot, and telling me what a slut I was, I was in heaven. Eventually he told me he was getting close, and I begged him to breed my hole and fill me up, to which he was more than happy to help me out. After catching his breath, he got me to go face down ass up, and jerked me off from behind. It was by far the hardest I've ever finished, I came so loud he had to tell me to quiet down.

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It's Two For Tuesday! Almost forgot! Chapter 5: Hitting the Marc Jimmy headed straight ti the bed to lick the load from Marcs chest as I went to make us some drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back, Jimmy was stripping and was down to his jock. The pouch was straining from his massive cock trapped by it. I put my now rock hard cock into our drinks to stir them. If I'd not been with Marc, I would have likely pissed in the drink, but that seemed a bit much for tonight. Marc then put my Jack and Coke covered cock in his mouth savoring the flavor. Marc then threw on a pair of gym shorts saying he had to take a piss. I told him not to completely finish or shake when he was done, as I wanted to taste his piss. He seemed a bit taken back, but said he was up for that. As Marc left the room Jimmy and I had time to talk briefly. I asked him if his scorpion meant he was toxic. He said yes, however he just went off of his med break yesterday. Marc said he's been positive for several years, and this was his second time taking a med break. He was suprised when I told him I recently converted, but I didn't tell him by who. I quickly told him how Marc and I became "close" and I was exploring the possibility of Gifting him. He said that was a great idea I told Jimmy that Marc and I had not talked about pozzing, but that would come soon. I told him Marc wanted to fuck me and get fucked by me. I said sadly he insisted on condoms, but in time that would change. I also told Jimmy that I wanted him to breed me, and Marc said he wanted to see that. I explained that Marc was afraid of his huge cock and his PA. Jimmy said most guys were and the first time he fucks them, he usually takes it out. I told him it was staying in tonight, and definitely no condom. Marc got back to the room, and immediately dropped his gym shorts, and put his cock in my mouth. My tongue darted in and our of his piss slit, as I told him to piss in my mouth. I'm not sure if his bladder was empty, or if he was just piss shy, but I didn't get much piss. I swirled it around some in my mouth, making sure I got some on my lips. I then stood up and attempted to kiss Marc. He resisted at first, but then let me kiss him. I had swallowed his piss, but he still got a taste from my lips, and actually seemed to enjoy it.

Chapter 4: Dorm Debachuary. We got back to Marc's room and as he started to pour a swift drink, I got naked on his bed As soon as he was done pouring, he stripped and sat on his former roomies bed, saying he's always wanted to play on it, so I joined him there. We kissed and I asked if he was ready for tonight! He took a big swig of his drink, and said after a few more of these. His cock was rock hard, and I said take it easy, don't want any whisky dick tonight! We started playing with each others cocks, and I suggested we put some porn in and edge before Jimmy arrived. Not only did Marc put some porn in, he grabbed a few of his toys. He said he thought it was a good idea to open his tight hole before I fucked him, and I agreed. He had three different dildos he used on himself. He worked his way up to the largest which honestly wasn't much different in size than my cock. Marc fucked himself with the first two dildos, and when he was ready for the largest, he got on all fours and told me to fuck him with it just the way i would fuck him later. I teased him a bit by slapping my cock on his ass cheeks, and rubbing my now leaking cock on his cheeks, being careful not to get my toxic seed in his hole. Once I had teased him, I licked my pre cum from his cheeks, then started darting my tongue into his quivering hole. When he was good and wet from my spit, I had him get on his back so he could watch me as I thrusted his dildo up his ass. I went in slow at first, but he begged me to fuck him harder. I told him I would do that with my cock, and the toy was just to open his tight pink pucker. He was moaning with deep pleasure as the dildo went deeper into his ass. It wasn't long as he took its entire length. It wasn't long before it hit his second hole and he grimaced in pain. I told him to get use to it as my cock wss a good inch or more longer. Once he relaxed some, I started thrusting the dildo inside him. At first, I kept it completely in his ass, but then started taking it completely out and putting it back in his hungry hole. I was hoping that he wouldn't shoot his load, as I wanted to feel his cock pulsing in my ass. Sadly he shot a hands free load on his chest. Before I could lick it off, Jimmy knocked at the door and I got up to let him in.

Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

So you guys know by now I have this thing for straight men. I just love em, and I am luckey enough to get a few of them as fuckbuddies. One of the things about living in a semi rural area is there seem to be loads of straight guys who want cock. And this guy messaged me on BBRT. He was HOT!!! mid 30s, muscled, shaven headed. And wanted older guys. He messaged me and we chatted and then said he was straight. A straight guy on BBRT, this is new on me to be honest. Straight guys on gaydar and grindr yeah but BBRT? Really? Was Ibeing naive Anyway, we swapped numbers and texted and texted."I probably wont meet" he said. "I bale cos I get scared." "Great, a fucking timewaster" I said. And true enough, lots of chats but no action,a few butt shots. Nothing.Then after three weeks he messages. "I wanna get fucked soon" he says, " but I need to have had some beers." Cheers mate I am that ugly am I? I thought "I need the beers to loosen me up and get me horned to feel dirty."He replied. Ok, fair enough. He starts talking about taking poz loads. I think hes timewasting but then he tells me he has some truvada from a mate who's poz and fucked him. I'm begging to think this guy is not for real. "How you know he's poz" "I seek em out" he says.., " I figure they'e good fucks and I wanna feel like a dirty slut." "Where you get the truvada?" "Poz fuckbuddy" he replies. " But that's not proper PreP" I say. "Works for me though, mr." "this is still risky" I say. "that's why I like it, fella" he replies. "You fuck?" I say. "Nah mate, cant get it upwith a man, I only get fucked by blokes. I only fuck girls." Ok, takes all sorts to make a world. I feel slightly disappointed, knowing my liking for straight guys and both fucking and being fucked by them. Please, meet me outdoors one night and we fuck. "Ok I say but bet you'll bale" A week later he messages me..."11pm tonight" he says. "Ok," I say. "I'm taking the blue pills" "You mean truvada?" I say "Yeah" "not sure do it yourself PreP works, mate" I say. "Yeah its cool. I said before" he replies. Bring poppers a small dildo for me to use in the car and lube. I say yeah thinking this guy isn't for real but at least if he doesn't turn up I can breed some anonymous hole in the local cruising site, yeah? "I want your piss too" That's it. Im ready to give this guy a chance. "You pissed then?" I ask "Yeah five beers and my hole wants fucking. I wanna be dirty." So he gives me instructions. an hour later I turn up outside the sports club and am waiting in the car thinking this is stupid, and down walks this hot straight looking muscled stud in football gear. And he gestures to me. Fuck me, I think, he's hot! The passenger door of the car opens, in he climbs, sits down and puts his hand up my shorts. "Hey mate, I want that in me" and I'm so stunned I cant think whatto do for a second. "drive then, I know a woods" he says. and I set off. I nearly crash the car as he pulls his top up to reveal a hot muscled and hairy torso and then pulls his shorts down. He reveals a thick meaty cock and balls and muscly hairy legs. "I'm topping tonight, I'm topping tonight" I remind myself. "Suck my cock" I command and he leans over and sucks me as I drive. He pulls away and lubes his hole. I reach over and finger it. God it's inviting. Thank fuck it's dark, I think. He takes the poppers, sniffs deep then inserts the dildo slowly. By now I am rock hard and wanting to rape him then sit on his cock He directs me as his legs go up on the dashboard and he dildoes himself, his big meaty knob, totally flaccid, but BIG, flopping around. Eventually we arrive at a wooded beauty spot. He is out of the car naked from waist down and over the style and into the woods. I lock the car and follow him. He's naked and squatting and sniffing poppers while the dildo is going in harder and faster. "Piss on me" he says. I strip then let loose a streamof piss which he rubs all over himself before sucking on my cock. I fuck his face for a while "I wanna breed you" I say "I know mate I want you in my arse" He stands up and bends over I am faced with a muscular butt and beautiful back. I lean over and kiss it " fuck me man, fuck me raw with your poz dick, make me fucking filthy" He says this so totally deep and manly I am aching for this guy. I slide up his arse and fuck him Ten minutes of breeding talk follows and I am grabbing his cock as I fuck and getting close. "Stop" he says, and I do. He turns round and sucks my cock. Im enjoying this but wanna be in his arse. "You like my poz cock? " I ask. Yeah he says. Then he pulls my cock out and wanks me with both hands. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my cockhead and pull back to notice he's pricked it with a needle and there's a drop of blood. "Ow, What the fuck are you doing? I ask" "getting your blood man" "fucking stop it, its risky" I say as my cock starts to go flaccid "No, I want your poz blood" he says as he sucks. I have to admit this being said turns me on and I start to go hard again. He's fingering himself and groans hard. He pulls away "I've nicked my hole" he said. "I want your blood and cum in my bloodstream" "But you took truvada" "Nah mate, I only said that" He stands up, arms round me "breed me" Fuck I cant believe this but my cock knows what to do. Now red, and bleeding a little, it's standing to attention. He turns round, I slide up. I fuck.Its not long before I am ready to cum and I say "I'm gonna shoot" "Yeah mate, this is so dirty" " Shoot on my hole then fuck it in" And I cant hold back any longer. I pull out, I shoot and shoot on his hole then push my cock back in rough. And I lean on his hot back and fill this guy with virus. We stand there for a few minutes till we're finished and pull apart. He bends down and sucks my cock clean. I move to kiss him but he moves away "I don't kiss mate". Pity,I think "So you bugchasing? " I ask ...."You want infected." "Don't care he says, I wanna feel dirty and used by guys and if that comes, great." We walk to the car, he's still naked, we get in and I drive him home as he dressed again. I drop him off and drive home. All the time thinking of this. A few days later comes the message "going down pub tonight, you gonna give me my nightcap?" And my cock stiffens...and I know I want him "Your never gonna top me I say, you will always be my bottom cumdump" "Yes m8, that's how I like it. You top guys are my fantasy. And anyway I can only fuck women." If only he knew the cocks and loads I'd taken as well as the arses I've topped.....I never had this much fun while I was neg.

A Graduation Gift for My Little Brother Part I (This first part starts out slow but hang with me and I guarantee it'll get hotter and more fun! I'm setting the stage with this initial part. Thanks men. I hope you enjoy!) I sat on the edge of the king-size bed in the hotel room, working on my third beer since checking in barely an hour ago. The room was nice (it better have been for the price they charged for one night!). But then again it WAS one of the newer hotels for a well-known franchise so I was fine with the cost. The room was clean, had a huge shower/bathtub/jacuzzi combination in the bathroom. There was a fully-stocked bar with beer, liquor and mixers. Besides the wide-screen TV there was also a DVD player, currently playing a very verbal gay bareback video I had brought with me – one of a number I had brought from my collection at home. Yes, everything seemed to be set up just right. I was only waiting for my little brother, Chad, to get there. I looked at the digital clock on the night table once again and saw it was a few minutes before 8:00 P.M. I had texted him the room number and told him to show up around 8 so he should be here any minute I was hoping. Chad is 22 years old, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a contagious smile. He's 6' exactly (just a couple inches shorter than me) and has a tight muscled body from his years playing football in high school and then spending the last 3 years on the college gymnastics team. He graduated two weeks ago with a double major and tonight we were going to celebrate that achievement. Looking at the raunchy scene on the DVD I took a drag on the weed I was smoking and began to stroke myself as I thought of just how we were going to celebrate. There wasn't any cake. There weren't any presents to unwrap. But the hotel was supplying all the booze we would want all night, I had plenty of weed to get us both high and horny and the porn would be playing non-stop. We were going to be up all night doing everything two men can do to pleasure each other. And Chad was more than okay with all of that. You see we had been “having fun” together since he graduated high school four years ago. He was 18 at the time and I was 24. I had been married for almost two years. I loved my wife (and still do) and we were happy together. And our sex life was fantastic! I was totally satisfied and totally straight. My wife was out of town on business for a few days so I decided to invite Chad to our place for the weekend to help him celebrate being done with high school. He showed up early that Friday night with a case of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He never told me how he got it and I never asked! Lol For my part I supplied more liquor. We both knew the other one liked to drink and we were prepared. We started drinking right off and sat around for a while just bs'ing and talking about his plans for college, my new job, etc. We were both on our 3rd drink when Chad pulled a rolled up reefer from his shirt pocket. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows questioningly and he flashed that smile at me and said, “Do you mind, big Bro? Have you ever done it?” I took a deep drink from my glass and told him that I had done it 2 or 3 times before but it was before I got married. “Did you like it?”, he asked as he pulled a lighter from his pants and flicked it to life. “How'd it make you feel?” “Yeah,” I answered. “I remember kinda liking it. It gave me a nice buzz.” I watched silently as Chad brought the flame to the end of the joint and took a big drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for what seemed a long time before exhaling and blowing the cloud in my direction. The room and my nostrils were filled with the sweet acrid smell of the marijuana. Looking steadily at me and still smiling Chad said, “Oh yeah it gives me a damn nice buzz too! And it always makes me horny as hell! Did it make you horny, Lance?” I felt something stir in my mind but couldn't identify what. But what I was aware of is that I felt nervous and uncomfortable hearing Chad's question. He repeated his question in a lower voice when I didn't answer at first. “Well, yeah, I think it did. Maybe a little. I don't remember...it was years ago,” I answered. Chad scooted closer to me on the couch and held the joint out to me. “Let's find out for sure big Bro. Now. Here take a couple hits off this and see how it makes you feel. This is some of the best I've ever had and it kicks ass!” I hesitated then said, “I don't know man. Jess wouldn't like us doing it here in the house.” “Dude she's gone until Tuesday. She won't have a clue. C'mon, celebrate with me,” he insisted pressing the tip against my dry lips. Not really realizing I was doing it, I opened my lips and he slid the tip in. I watched as he put the flame from the lighter to the other end and it began to burn and smoke. “Hit it, Bro!” he said. “Suck that smoke in!” I closed my eyes and began inhaling as Chad continued encouraging me. “Yeah, Bro, that's it. Let's drink and smoke and get high and horny! Help your little bro celebrate!” I loved Chad. I always had and I wanted him to have a great time. Hearing his words, knowing I wanted to please him, and taking a second hit off the joint, it was only moments until I felt the electricity of the buzz running through my brain. My mind and my body relaxed as I rode the feeling. Chad noticed and as he slid the joint from between my lips he said, “Oh yeah, big Bro! You're feeling it aren't you? Feeling that sweet high, huh?!” I opened my eyes to see Chad right next to me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back at him and said, “You know it man! Damn I am flying! You weren't lying when you said it was some potent sh*t!” “I know,” he replied eagerly. “I knew you'd like it. And what else big Bro? Is it making you horny?” He grinned at me with a cunning look on his face. I reached down to my crotch and squeezed my growing bulge through my pants, fully aware Chad was watching me do it. “Oh yeah! It sure as hell is. Damn! I wish Jess was here! I need to get off!” I grinned again at Chad as I said this and realized that in some way I LIKED that he was watching me play with my cock through my shorts. And I became aware that he was groping himself too, and I was watching him. Chad lit the joint again and gave it to me. With no hesitation this time I took two more hits and handed it back to him. “You know big Bro you don't need Jess here to get you off.” “Whaddya mean dude?” I slurred in my increasingly high state. Chad looked at me intently for a moment or two then said, “I'm bi, big Bro. And right now there's nothing more I want to do than suck you off and drain you dry.” That sobered me up quite a bit real fast. “What?! You're bi? And you want to suck my dick?! Fuck dude we're brothers! That's just wrong and pe*vy!” Still, I made no move to stop him when he replaced my hand on my crotch with his and started squeezing and stroking my rockhard cock. “We're both high and horny, bro. You need to get off and I love sucking cock. And the fact that you're my brother only makes it hotter to me! C'mon man let me help you out. Just close your eyes and pretend it's Jess's mouth if you need to.” Saying that he reached for my zipper and pulled it down and slid his hand inside and pulled my dripping hard cock out. I just stared at him in drugged unbelieving silence. But I was so horny. As if in slow-motion I watched him lower his head down toward my exposed cock then I saw and felt him wrap his 18 year old lips around the head of my dick and my resolve crumbled. I threw my head back and moaned at the perfect pleasure. “Oh fuck, little bro! Oh yeah suck me, please!” And that's how me and my baby bro started having sex together. As I relived the memories of that first night there was a knock on the door. Chad was here and it was time to start the fun! (to be continued)

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

I had gone to the bar as I usually did after work. I had met up with Tom and Joe; they were tops that I usually met up with for sex. We were having a beer and chatting. They had spoken with me about the upcoming bareback party. "Fred, you're going to the party, aren't you?" Tom asked. He was leaning against the table where I was sitting. Joe also leaned against the table as he said "You'd best be there, they need more good bottoms." I wasn't sure what he was implying, but I took a gulp of my beer and said "Sure, I'm going; are you both going to be there?" They both shook their heads yes. Tom and Joe were looking for the younger type of men they preferred, and one by one they left and joined the crowds prowling. I finished my beer and left, as I didn't want to become one of their or others targets. On the Friday night of the party I had pondered about it and decided for sure I would go. I parked about two blocks away and walked there. I paid the entrance fee and then stripped in the locker room. I wore my usual black leather harness and jock strap. I scouted the party area and found it fairly well occupied. Several men were looking for bottoms, including Tom and Joe. Tom walked over to me "Are you picking out who you want first?" "Of course" I replied. Joe said "The slings are busy, but there's a St. Andrew's Cross across the floor over there. Want to let us get you started?" I figured I'd start out easy, so I said "Sure." We walked over and they put my arms up in the padded cuffs, making sure I was facing the cross, and spread my legs, not bothering with the ankle cuffs. Joe had some lube with him, and he greased up his cock and my ass, and he slid in without as much as saying anything. I had previously greased up my ass in advance, as I figured I'd be bottoming for most of the men there. Joe was pretty much the same as he'd always been, just a fast fuck. He didn't cum, just looked at Tom and when he pulled out, he took over. He was also a fast fucker, but he didn't get off either. When he pulled out he turned to Joe and said "Let's go see what else is available." They left me attached to the wrist cuffs, so I was stuck where I was. At this point I was pissed. I wanted to be really fucked, but they had left and I couldn't get out, as the cuffs were secured to the posts of the cross pieces. So I had to just stand there and listen to all the guys that were enjoying themselves. I could look over and see a couple guys in the slings, both being well fucked, with a crowd of men around, urging them on. As I hung there, kind of discouraged, I smelled cigar smoke. Then a man walked up to me. I looked down and saw the fingers of a black man working my nips and balls. Then I felt his hardness against my ass, about the same time as I was aware of a big black cigar coming over my left shoulder. He took a big drag and then removed the cigar from his mouth and let a big cloud of cigar smoke surround us. "You feel left out, young fellow?" he asked as he slipped his cock up my greasy hole. I inhaled a big breath of the smoke before I responded "Yeah". He grasped my hips and pulled me back a little to make my ass more open to him. The cigar was still over my left shoulder and he took another big draw on it as he went up my ass. "You're pretty open, boy, but not all the way" he said, as he hit my second sphincter. Now at this point he was pretty much as far up my ass as any man had ever been, and I was shaking from the feeling. I think he realized that as he took another big drag on the cigar. "How about I let you down off this cross and give you a nice ride on one of the slings?" I didn't want to loose his cock out of my ass, but I did think it would be better to be lying down before he pierced my second sphincter, so I said "Sure." He unfastened the two wrist cuffs and I was able to get my arms down. It made me feel weird from tired muscles, but I was able to turn around then and see who this man was. He looked to be over 40, was about 6'2" tall, black, as I already knew, and was wearing a harness and chaps and a leatherman's cap, plus big boots. He had a nice face, sort of long, with bright eyes, and a big smile. I couldn't see his hair, but he had a short beard and mustache and what I could see of his body was muscular and covered in short curls of hair, and some of it was just beginning to turn gray. And of course he had a big black cigar in his jaw. He was standing there with his hands on his hips, just looking me over as I was doing the same to him. "You like what you see?" he asked. I was really staring at his big cock, which had to be at least 10" long and so thick I didn't think my hand would reach around it. I looked up at his eyes, and said "Yes, I do." He smiled and took the cigar out of his mouth after he took a big drag, and he took me in his arms, bent me over and kissed me and let the smoke out as we kissed. He was holding me close, and it's a good thing, as I felt like I was going to collapse from the kiss and the smoke. He pulled me up, put the cigar back in his mouth, and turned me around toward the slings. The first one in front of us was open, so he led me over to it. As I began to get into it, he removed my jockstrap and laid it aside. Then he let me get in and got my feet into the stirrups and made sure I scooted down so my ass was over the end. Then he walked around the sling, took another drag and leaned over me and gave me another big smokey kiss. One thing I can say, regardless of the smoke, he knew how to kiss. I would have been happy to have spent the evening just kissing with him. He walked around to the front of the sling, made sure his cock was erect and greased well, and he penetrated me as if I was not there. I wasn't prepared for that. He was right against my second sphincter before I was ready for him. He had a hand on each sling chain and began to move the sling against him; out as he pulled out and in as he fucked. My second sphincter was bounced against, then seemed to be opening up, and then he was in all the way, ALL the way. I had never had a man so deep inside me. He was smiling around the cigar, smoking it silently as he proceeded to fuck me. I was in sort of a suspended animation feel. There was something inside me that felt deeper into me and it was thicker than I had ever had before, and it kept going. I loved it! He was really fucking me, like I'd never been fucked before. And then he stopped, took another big drag and bent over and kissed me, pulling the sling to him as he did it. I took in the smoke with his kiss, and it was like he was kissing me and letting me in on some big secret, at least it felt like it. Then he stood upright again, put the cigar back into his mouth, and began to really fuck me. It was like what had gone before was just preparation, now we were fucking. The chains were rattling and men began to gather around. There was the usual shouted comments, "Let him have it! Show him who's the Daddy now! Fuck that ass, man! Breed him!" I was hanging onto the chains for my life, it felt like. He was really digging in deep, long strokes. And before I was ready for it, I could feel him cumming in my ass. I don't think I'd ever felt it like that before. My cock was up stiff and I began to spout. I couldn't ever remember a time like this before. He was grinning at me as he continued to fuck me, until he finally went flaccid enough to come out of my ass. When he came out I heard the cum splat on the floor, so I assumed he'd given me a big load. As usual at these events, he walked away from the head of the sling and there was a man to rim me and clean my ass up and eat all the cum, and then men began to take turns, getting into my open ass. He came up to me, took a big drag and bent down and gave me a long smokey kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!" he said. I was being pounded again, so I just said a happy "Yes", and he walked away. I guess it was three other men that fucked me after the big black guy. None were as good, and if they came, I couldn't tell it. When I was finally left alone, I felt wasted, worn out. I began to try to get my legs out of the stirrups, and found I couldn't move them well enough. As I was fumbling with this, the black guy came back and helped me out and up. As I tried to stand up, I couldn't do it, so he helped me along to a bench at the side and made sure I could sit properly. I thanked him, and he sat down beside me. I noticed his big cock was now just flaccid and floppy. It was still long, longer than mine erect. "My name's Leroy" he told me. "I'm Fred" I said. He looked at me. "Would you mind coming home with me tonight?" he asked. I thought about it. "I have a big place outside of town, big garage for your car." He had realized the reason I had not responded was I was afraid to be in a black area and leave my car out. I felt very badly about it, but I said "Yes, I'd very much like to go home with you." We disposed of our "party" apparel and dressed in our "normal" clothing at the lockers. Leroy said he was in a big SUV, and I said I was in a Ford Focus. He said he would wait for me out front. When I pulled up, he set out. It took us nearly a half hour to get there, including a little windy road through the trees, when we got to his place. He had a big separate garage with space for three cars, so there was plenty of room for mine. When I got out, he was closing the garage doors and invited me to follow him. I was pleased he lived in a rather large old home, and it was clean. He was still smoking the same cigar when we arrived. He took a final big drag on it, turned to me and kissed me so hard he wrapped his arms around me and bent me over, again releasing the smoke as we kissed. I had to admit I was getting accustomed to cigar smoke when he let me come up. He put the cigar in one of the many ash trays around the living room, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Again it was clean, so I was impressed. He didn't say anything, just began taking my clothes off, as I took his off. When we were both naked, he again took me in his arms in another big kiss. I could still taste cigar on his lips, but it was a fine kiss. He led me to the bed, turned it down, and let me get comfortable in the center of the bed. He climbed in over me, laid down on me, and we had another big kiss, or we just continued to kiss as he moved my legs about, getting himself between my legs. Then he bent down and took my cock in his mouth, all the way to the balls, and began to suck on me. Now I've had blow jobs. Some were quick, some were long, but he was sucking me! I had my hands in his hair and working his shoulders. He grinned when he tasted precum, but he just kept sucking. I couldn't help myself, I just went with it, and eventually I filled his mouth. I thought he was going to suck everything out of me. When he let me loose, he climbed up over and kissed me, sharing the load of cum in his mouth. I think that was the first time I'd ever had a guy suck me and let me have some of my own cum in a kiss. I felt wiped out. He held my head as he continued to kiss me. Then he moved back down, picked up my legs, put them over his shoulders, and began to rim my ass. I didn't say anything, just wondered if he was tasting more than his own cum. When he had both of us trembling, he rose up and stuck his cock in my hole. Now I know I was wet, but it had been at least an hour, if not longer, since anyone had been in there, and he was not lubed. But he just slid all the way in; I guess his previous load of cum had been enough to grease my channel. As he moved I had moved my legs from his shoulders to around his waist and he put his arms down beside me as he proceeded to fuck me like he was trying to fuck the shit out of my ass, really hard fucking You know I'm not a virgin; I've been fucked more than I like to admit. But he really did it. He was kissing me and loving me the whole way through. His dick was so long, I was wondering where he was putting it, feeling like it would soon be in my stomach. And I was kissing him back as he kissed me. I was in heaven. When he finally blew, so did I. I can't remember cumming like that, or receiving a load like that. He laid down on top of me, still filling me up, and continued kissing me, until we both fell asleep. Sometime Saturday morning, must have been after 9 AM, we both came awake. He was beside me, holding me in his arms, and I was enjoying being cuddled. We looked at each other, and he asked if I needed the bathroom. Did I? I was about to burst. So we got out of bed and he showed me the adjoining bath, and we stood side by side, pissing. Then he gave me a fresh toothbrush and got his and got us both toothpaste, and we brushed. Then we could kiss. "So, do you want some breakfast, or do you want to fuck first?" I was hungry, so I said "Breakfast first, then fuck." He smiled at me and though we were both naked, led me down the hall to the living room and then the kitchen. I took a seat at the table. He asked me "Cereal or bacon and eggs?" I said "bacon and eggs," so he got them out and gave me the bread to make toast and showed me the coffee maker and coffee. We worked side by side in the kitchen, he wearing an apron, and then as the meal was ready, he removed it and we ate beside each other. After my second cup of coffee, he asked if it was time to fuck yet. I said "Sure!" Now this time we didn't go back to the bedroom. First thing he did was go to the humidor and get out two cigars. One was long and black, the other was shorter, smaller around and cigar colored. He explained that the black was called Maduro and the other was called Natural. He showed me how to cut the rounded end off and moisten the end. Then he let me have the smaller one and he took the larger one. He lit the big one using a lighter that was very small and gave a very tight flame. He drew on the cigar to get it going. Then he lit the cigar for me. I'm not used to smoking, so I was coughing. He said to sip the smoke, like a coke, and then let it out. Don't inhale it like a cigarette. I tried it, and it was OK. The taste was not like what I had inhaled last night. It had more flavor. He said only suck in a little smoke for a while, and get used to it. Then he led me to the basement stairs, and we went down into what was revealed as his "play room". I was standing in the center, just looking around. There was a sling hanging with a stool ready for a person to sit in front of it if he was going to fist, a St. Andrew's cross on the other wall, and the opposite wall consisted of shelves covered in various sex toys. Over in the corner was an open shower, surrounded with tile flooring and a drain. While I was just standing there, occasionally smoking, looking around, he came over to me, wrapped his arms around me and turned my head to him, and kissed me. This was another big kiss, and my legs were about to let go. He helped me over to the sling and put me in it, and got my legs in the stirrups. Then he did something no one has ever done. He came to me and offered me his cock. I've sucked cock before, but never when I was in a sling. The head of the sling was down slightly, and there was a pillow of leather, so sucking him was easy, except for the length. I gagged several times, never being able to take his full length. I doubt I ever would be able to. When he felt he was "moisturized" enough, he went around to the head of the sling and greased up his fingers with one of the many lubes on the shelf beside him. He used his greasy fingers to open me up, first one, then two, then three, and when he was making me crazy bouncing around on my prostate, he finally began to use his cock. He gradually began to take longer strokes, until he hit my second sphincter. He then began to bounce off it, gradually getting it to open and allow him in again. Then he proceeded to show me what an early morning fuck was like. I was occasionally taking a drag off my cigar; he was smoking his all the time, never taking it out of his mouth, except when he would lean over and kiss me. I was having great fun again, feeling how deep he went. As he began to really get into it, moving the sling with his fucks, he began to slam into me. Long strokes, me moving close to vertical, then down to slam into him. I was having trouble holding on to my cigar. He could tell, so as he began to get close, he brought the sling down and just really fucked me hard. I took one final drag from my cigar and let it out as he really got into his final strokes. My cock and his let loose at the same time. I was spouting cum like a sprinkler in the center of the garden. He gradually let his strokes get smaller and smaller until he got to the point that he fell out of my ass. He leaned over and kissed me again, and again it was a long one. By this time it must've been noon or later, and my stomach was making noises. He smiled, put the cigar back in his mouth, and began to release me from the sling. I had put my cigar, what was left of it, in one of the many ash trays around the shelves, and he pulled me up and out. He also pulled me into one of his long kisses, filled with smoke. After that we took a short shower in the playroom shower room, and then dried off with the towels there. And of course he had to kiss me as he did that. As he released me, he looked at me with a question in his mind. I was standing there, looking up at the man. Even naked, he was taller than me, built, muscles everywhere, though he was not built like those muscle men you see on TV. He kissed me again, gently, and asked me "Would you consider coming back here sometime?" I thought about it as we climbed the stairs. We went back to the bedroom and I began putting my clothes back on and finding my shoes. He just stood and watched me. I finally decided. "Yes, I'd like to come back sometime. When do you want me?" He smiled at me and bent down and gave me another long kiss. "You think you'd like to live here? I am in need of a partner, someone to share my bed and my life." I thought about it. "Do you ever let anyone fuck you?" I asked him. "It has been known to happen, if the man is with me long enough to be sure." "Then I'd like to apply!" I said. He picked me up and kissed me and kissed me. Now it was not an easy thing, but we worked it out. It took a long time for my family to get used to an older big black man like Leroy. But when they discovered he was a good man, good to me, and good for me, then we were OK. And we always liked to fuck! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com November, 2020

I’m glad you guys were able to come to see me and you and all the other guys are welcome to come over and dump your load in my ass today and when I get free I’ll be here waiting for a few use me raw and I’ll be ready most of the time I’m in my room and I’m not getting my hole fully dumped in by my regular tops I’m looking at the majority of days . I’m glad I got to get into it with local men and I don’t have a problem with my life as the neighborhood cumdumpster bottom faggott I’m not trying to make it a secret. I’m glad my new boyfriend supports me as a cumslut and he is always looking to get men to breed me and leave me anonymously being a big bonus for him to see tops who are in to the anonymous strangers who like dumping in me and leaving the blindfolded faggott for a few more men who like to give it up and raw

Fukn luv it bro that’s hot

Those are some hot fucking stories 🤤

Thanks!

Had an ‘anonymous’ hookup - actually we knew each other and it was more playing out a fantasy - where I left my hotel room door unlocked and lay naked and blindfolded on bed ass up. I head someone enter some undressing and then a finger then tongue in my asshole. He rimmed me good and then moved around for me still blindfolded to suck his cock fully hard. He then returned and pushed his cock into my ass. It is years since we’d last met and I’d forgotten that he had a very long cock so enjoyed the pain of taking it all in. A good fucking later on my front then back resulted in a big load deep within my hole. I had my mask off by then and was amazed to see him shaking sporadically for almost a minute with an orgasm. I’m pleased I had a camera set up alongside the bed as it was a hot fuck.

A 24yo breeder who's one of my regulars loves getting me to open up around him. He feels like it's a surrender to him and his dick and the look of satisfaction on his face as I'm all supple for his fuck is sexy as hell. Like many tops, he loves that wet, open, squelching sound of cock in hole. A hole that's open and ready is more likely to make the sounds he loves. Good tops know when they've got you ready for what they need to dish out.

i love it. thanks for writing it & sharing it with us!

As far as I know, it still stands for British Broadcasting Corporation. In this context, however, I think what you’re seeing suggests that the guy has bought into the stereotype of the Big Black Cock, and expects you to be in awe of it simply because it’s attached to him. If you were responding to the BBC talk in your negotiations, it’s likely he thinks you’ve bought into that fantasy stereotype too, and he’s playing it to advantage. He might also be legitimately roleplaying to accommodate what he perceives to be your expectation of him - regrettable as that may be. Indeed, if he’s both conscious that men expect him to have a big cock because he’s Black, and conscious of the fact that he’s simply average, he may be feeling that he has to compensate to overcome other men’s judgment, and I find that deeply troubling. It should be pointed out, of course, that 6” is longer than the statistical median range for adult males, roughly 5.2”-5.8”. Big is relative.

Depends on the bottom. I can tell with my first thrust into his ass. If I go in easy then I start pumping his hole immediately. If he's tight and I gotta force my cock up his chute then I'll go balls deep, hold it there and let his ass relax around my cock. It makes a better fuck for me if his hole is relaxed and can take a hard pounding.

I don't care to ride, nor do I like to be ridden. I like to be an active top, and I expect the same from guys who top me. The one exception is for really huge cocks. If it's really big I like to ride at first to adjust to it, but as soon as I'm able I want to roll over and let him do the heavy lifting.

And a nice show of his cock spasms as he nuts... [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/mature-breeding/

If you play around it happens. Occupational hazards. Most of the guys I hook up with are random encounters. Dunno their name or numbers. Sometimes I want to but they don't Some are "frequent fliers" and I'll be cool and let them know. I'm not a dick. But like you said...how far back I gotta go?

I love trading jocks/underwear with other dudes. Great when I get them and they’re cumstained. Hard to find dudes in my size (s) who want to trade tho. Underwear laying on the ground make my dick twitch but I’ve never picked up a pair. I probably would if I found them at a bathhouse knowing they’re from another gay dude.

Part 4 As I sank deeper and deeper, inch by inch, into Chad's perfect wet tight 18 year old hole the feelings that took over my body and my mind were unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had no idea until that moment that my cock could feel the kind of rapturous pleasure it was getting. And it was coming in waves of tortuous ecstasy by having my cock in an ass instead of a pussy. And not just any ass – my fuckmeat was fully buried in my own little brother's jock ass! And it had gone balls-deep so easily. This was obviously not the first time my sexy horny little brother had taken cock in his hole. And he had taken it so eagerly and hungrily! My head clearing some, I found my voice and growled darkly, “Oh hot fucking DAMN, Chad!! Your ass..gawd it feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how fucking great it feels! So tight and warm and wet! I had no idea it could feel so damn good!” Chad gazed into my eyes with a fevered look and his sexy-as-fuck smile covering his face. “Hell yeah big bro! It feels SO good to me too! I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. To stretch open my muscle ass with your fat hard cock. Your raw married cheating cock, big bro.” His filthy words unlocked something deep in my mind and subconscious, something I'd never really thought about before. Something that was about nothing but carnal sexual forbidden pleasure and satisfaction. The fact that it was something I shouldn't be doing just heightened my arousal and urges. I moved my hands to his thighs and began rubbing the smooth skin, feeling the tautness as he held himself still, fully impaled on my steel dick. “Yeah? Do you like feeling your big bro's married cock in your ass little bro? Does it turn you on to know that your brother is cheating on his wife for the first time and that I'm doing it with my own naughty little brother?” My cock throbbed deep inside his sweet ass as I heard myself talking this way. “Oh fuck yeah, big bro! I love it! I love that I'm helping my hung stud big bro cheat. And I can tell you're into it too, aren't you? You want to fuck me and breed me don't you, Lance? You don't want to stop do you?” He squeezed down tight on my cock with his ass muscles and erased all hesitation that I might have been feeling. But I wasn't feeling any. He was right....I wanted to fuck him and shoot my cum inside him. “No way do I want to stop, you nasty fucker. I'm gonna breed you and flood your hole with my babies!” “Yeah, big bro! Fill my ass up with your married baby batter. Incest fuck your own little brother! Please!” Hearing him use the word “incest” should have stopped me. Instead it added to the fiery darkness we were both surrendering to. The fucking began and we went on for over 2 hours before we took a break to catch our breath and drink more beer and smoke more weed. Chad's young ass was filled with 3 huge loads of his big brother's cum. We had stretched out on the bed, making out some, touching each other's body. I was stroking his almost fully hard cock and seeing the precum covering the head I ran my tongue across the slit tasting his juices. I had quickly come to love the taste of my little brother's cum since the first time I sucked his dick and swallowed his load. Licking my lips in an exaggerated way I gave him a playful look. “Your cum tastes so good little brother,” I'd said. “I'm always wanting to suck more out of you.” He flashed a not-so-innocent grin at me and said, “Yeah, big bro. You love eating cum as much as I do.” We both laughed. There was no denying that fact for either of us. His next words seemed to come out of nowhere. “Have you ever eaten your own cum?” I licked another offering of his teen-aged precum off his hardening dick. “Sure,” I answered. “Hasn't every guy?” We laughed again at that and Chad pulled me up so that our faces were only inches apart. “Did you like it, big bro? Cause you know how much I love your cum!” I ran my tongue across his lips and told him that it was okay. “You want some now?” he asked. High and buzzed I wasn't following his meaning and asked if he was saying he was ready to cum another load down my throat. “No, man. Not mine. I mean do you want to eat some of your own cum now.” Confused, I stared at him. “I'd rather taste yours little brother. Besides, I'm not ready just yet to get off again.” With a look in his eyes that told me he was up to something, Chad pulled away from our embrace and turned over on his stomach next to me. He looked over his shoulder at me and said, “You don't have to cum again yet. Eat it out of my hole. There's so much in there from your 3 loads.” I'm not sure what the expression on my face was when he said that but I hesitated, trying to process what he was saying. Eat his ass? I'd never eaten ass before and even as high and horned as I was it didn't sound like anything I'd want to do. He grinned at me in the short silence then reached his hands back and grabbed each of his meaty muscled asscheeks. Pulling them apart he showed me his smooth somewhat puffy asslips and pucker. I moaned softly. “C'mon, Lance,” Chad whispered in a sex-filled voice. “Eat your little brother's ass. Taste your own cum that you put there. If you don't like it, fine. But please big Bro, try it. I love a tongue on and in my hole and I especially want to feel yours.” He spread his cheeks wider and winked his hole at me. Unable to resist I moved into position behind him. With another slight hesitation I lowered my face to my little brother's ass – the ass that was filled with 3 thick loads of his big brother's incest cum – put my hands over his and stretched out my tongue tentatively. I heard Chad's moan of dark satisfaction as we both felt my tongue make contact with his fuckhole. I realized there was no dirty smell or taste and instinctively bore down a little harder with my tongue. “Oh fuck yesssss!”, Chad moaned. “That's it big bro. Eat my ass. Eat your own cum out of your little brother's butt. Tongue-fuck me bro!” It was as if another wall had crumbled in my mind as I tasted my little brother's hole and heard his filthy words of encouragement and need. I pushed harder against his twitching asslips and suddenly was aware of a warm slightly bitter taste. It was my own cum I was tasting! Fucking hot!! From that first taste one more thing was added to the list of the things I wanted to do with my little brother every chance I could. And laying on the bed now in the hotel room as we began celebrating his college graduation I knew I'd be eating more of my cum out of his hole tonight. And he'd be eating his out of mine too! (to be continued)

Part 3 Knowing that me and Chad would be meeting up tonight I hadn't cum for a little over a week. So when I emptied my balls down my little brother's throat within minutes of him walking into the hotel room, he got a huge thick load of his big bro's cum. He hummed in satisfaction as I bucked my hips against his face and fed him rope after rope after rope of the DNA we shared. He swallowed and gulped down every single drop of that first load of the night. Just like he had done four years earlier when he had milked his first load ever from my cock. Once we were both sure that he had gotten everything my nuts contained we quickly got naked and moved to the bed, making out passionately. The sexy fucker had swallowed every bit of my jizz but I was still able to taste my seed on his lips and tongue as we explored each other's mouths. It kept me hard and horned up knowing that I was tasting my own juices in his mouth. The same way we would both always taste our own load when we ate each other out after fucking and breeding each other! We both loved sucking our own cum out of the hole we had just cum in! I knew I'd always remember the time that my little brother had introduced me to the erotic pleasure of eating my own cum from his ass. It was the same night I had first fucked his ass (or any ass for that matter since his was my first). It was barely three months after his high school graduation party we had had together. We had hooked up a number of times since that night always enjoying oral play with each other. (Yeah, it didn't take long after Chad sucked me off that first time before he had convinced me to suck his teen-aged cock. I quickly became an eager cocksucker for him! hehe) But we hadn't done anything besides oral until 3 months later. We were naked and high on weed and booze at our parents' house. They were gone for a couple of days and Chad had the whole place to himself. We couldn't wait to have some wicked fun in their house, knowing how twisted and “wrong” it would be. We had just finished off our second joint and Chad was stretching his throat once again with my hard thick cock. He pulled his lips off and began stroking the spit-slick flesh with his fist. Looking up at me from between my legs he said, “Damn big bro your cock is so fucking big! I love it.” “Yeah little brother?,” I'd answered. “You like your big bro's fat cock don't you? You like it buried in your throat, huh?” “Hell yeah I do!”, he said. Then after a quick pause he said in a lusty seductive voice, “I can imagine how good it feels to Jess when her cunt is getting stretched wide with it,” and he smirked as he licked up a drop of precum from the wide piss-slit. I gave him a crooked smile and said, “Are you jealous, little brother?” “Yes!”, he answered immediately. “I want to feel what your wife feels, Lance. Fuck me, big bro! Slide your married dick inside your little brother's ass and fuck me until you cum in me!” I couldn't find my voice right away. This came from nowhere. We had never talked about doing anything more than oral. But my throbbing cock in his hand and the hunger on my face gave him and me the answer. I was too high and horny at that moment to think whether I could or should do it. Nothing was going to be able to stop me from fucking my own little brother...in our parents' house.....with my married dick! With me still laying on my back like I was when he'd been sucking me, Chad quickly moved from kneeling between my legs to straddling my waist. His weed-glazed eyes were filled with a look of wild need as he ran his hands across my hairy abs and up to my furry pecs. He lightly flicked both of my nips causing a low moan to escape my lips. “Tell me, big bro. Tell me what you want to do with your little brother. What you want to do TO him.” Letting myself give in to the sensual thoughts spilling into my head I began stroking his hard 7.5” cock and said, “What you just asked me to do little bro. I'm gonna give you what you want.” He slightly adjusted himself on me so that my slick cockhead moved into his asscrack. “Say it, Lance,” he answered. “I want to hear you say it big bro. Say the words you fucking stud!” He moved one hand behind him grabbing my cock and pushing it harder into the crevice of his muscled jock butt. “I'm gonna fuck you, little brother!”, looking at the readiness all over his face. “I'm going to bury every damn inch of my fat brother-cock inside your per*vy hole and fuck you until you scream. I'm gonna fuck the cum out of your dick and fuck my cum deep inside you!” Chad whispered, “Please!” then guided my cock to his hairless pucker and started sliding down the shaft, greedy to be filled with his big brother's raw flesh. (to be continued)

Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.

That is a damn hot experience. I bet the cum tasted good from the condoms.