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Chapter 2 I was sitting across from Earl at his table, now. Part of me was sad that I couldn't see his cock anymore and the other part was relieved. I'm a professional performing an important community service, and I wasn't going to get distracted by something like that. I was talking to him more about what our non-profit offers, and the whole time I was trying not to think about what it would feel like to have a cock head that big in my ass. I could think about it tonight while my boyfriend "fucked" me—right now, I just had to give him our spiel and get the hell out. "We believe that a single mistake should not define someone's life, and that you represent one of the most marginalized communities in the country. We offer community outreach, job education, and general quality of living assistance so that your transition into the outside world can be more pleasurable-pleasant. Sorry, I misspoke." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "I just mean that... I don't know, that we're qualified to help you with stuff you need now that you're out of jail." "I need to get my dick wet. Can you help with that?" Fuck. Earl even said it out loud! This wasn't the first time that I'd been hit on by a client—it sort of comes with the territory when you're a teen boy working with sex offenders for a living. It's so common that I even get offended when they don't flirt back. But Earl was being so open about it in a way that none of the others didn't dare. What do I say? "Umm..." I couldn't deny how bad I wanted this. In a way, we both had power over each other. His power—that I knew he was already a disgusting rapist—made me afraid. My power—that I knew I could always claim I was raped, and enjoy this without worrying about getting caught—made me aroused. The combination made my heart beat as hard as I'd ever felt it. My tight, shaved asshole was literally throbbing. Fuck, I wanted to feel my hole get reshaped by the most immoral man I'd ever met. And what was up with that biohazard tattoo? It's not like he could seriously hurt me by fucking me, right? I had to be professional. If he was gonna try to fuck me, he could try: if I consented, it wouldn't be as erotic anyway. I would be able to say truthfully that I was a good caseworker and I'd be able to enjoy being raped even more. But I was gonna at least pretend like I wasn't trying to get this evil motherfucker to breed me. "No, I'm not allowed to help with that. I'm sorry, sir!" "You don't have to help, babyboy. It's enough just looking at you. Twice as pretty as anyone I had in the joint. I'll take care of myself, if you don't mind." He spat in his palm and started stroking his huge dick slowly. His head was poking out from the table. Fuck... it took all the strength I had not to crawl under the table and glue my tongue to his balls. I could smell his musk from six feet away. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He smelled so good. I was in serious danger. "Sir..." "Keep calling me that. A lot of pretty cunts called me that when I was doing time. I wouldn't breed them if they didn't call me that." "You didn't use condoms?" "I never use condoms." "Oh fuck..." I was way over my head. This evil fucking rapist was literally everything I've ever wanted in a sexual partner. I couldn't help but think that if he forced himself on me, I wouldn't fight back at all. "Maybe you need sex education assistance?" "Pointless. I'm gay and I'm not getting any cunt pregnant. As for STDs... let's just say I'm not worried." He was looking right at me. "Are you gonna drink that, babyboy? I'd be offended if you didn't." He was right. My job is to help people, and that means earning their trust. "Of course, sir." He stroked his huge, uncut cock faster when he heard me say that. I took the double shot in one gulp. "Good boy," he said. I felt funny. My ass felt loose and I felt my head feel warm and cloudy. "This drink is really strong, sir..." "That's because I put 10 mg of Ambien in it, boy. You aren't gonna remember a lick of this, but you're gonna love it." Shit. Did this pervert really drug me? I felt the effects more and more but only felt more turned on. Oh god... what was about to happen to me? "Come here, pretty young faggot." In what seemed like an instant, I was in his strong arms, being carried into the bedroom of his shabby apartment. "You're about to find out why they gave Daddy 10 years." All I could do was stare at his fat, throbbing cock, and thank God (or Lucifer) that I was about to get raped by it. TBC (Thanks for the positive feedback, it's good to know other people are as degenerate as me 🙂)

Chapter 1 I work for a non-profit which seeks to rehabilitate sex offenders in Indianapolis. My friends are always telling me how worried they are about me—I'm a few months over 18, but I'm pretty small and I could easily pass for younger if I wanted to. They don't want me to get "raped" like their past "victims" were. All that tells me is that they're uneducated. Most people I work with are public masturbators and public urinators, people who made one mistake that ends up defining their lives. People I want to help re-enter society and get their life back. Earl is different. My boss texts me the names, addresses, and offenses of the people we work with a little in advance: public information. That Friday afternoon, I got the text during math class. I was gonna meet a 46 year old man named Earl Jessup at his apartment on 14th St. He'd been in prison for 10 years, and looking at his convictions, I understood why. The less said about his offenses the better, but it was enough to make me nervous. I almost passed it up, but I didn't like the idea of letting a coworker get the case instead of me. Plus, it would only prove my friends right: I wasn't in danger, and I was gonna prove it to them. I pulled up outside his apartment around 3:45. I sat in my car for 5 minutes before deciding to suck it up and go. I was perfectly safe with a man like this... right? When I knocked on his door, I didn't get any response. I rang his doorbell and waited. Maybe he wasn't home? I was about to turn around when someone inside opened the door. He was big—really big. 6'4" and 225, at least. He was wearing a bathrobe he'd clearly just put on a few seconds ago. "Fuck, you interrupted me. What do you want, boy?" I looked up and down at him. The bottom of his cock, still half-hard, poked out of the bottom of his robe. Fuck—this guy was huge. An evil thought occurred to me—"what kind of ungrateful bastard would call the cops on this dick?" It was 3 inches longer and twice as thick as any cock I'd seen, even my boyfriend's. The pink head alone looked like it was the size of my fist. He was coated with precum. I could smell it from here. "Eyes up here, honey. You gonna tell me what you're doing outside my apartment?" Fuck, was I staring? I looked back up and made eye contact. "Sorry," I said. And I kinda was sorry—I felt guilty for looking at another man's cock and having thoughts like that. My boyfriend and I aren't open! I shouldn't have these feelings about any man, let alone a man straight out of prison. "Are you Earl Jessup?" "Yeah, and I'm not trying to go back to prison, so get to the point or run away, boy, because those tiny shorts are starting to make me real happy." It's true—I was kind of dressed like a slut. I didn't expect to get casework tonight. His dick was getting harder. "You wouldn't go to jail, I'm 18." Why was that the first thing I said? Did I want this evil bastard to fuck me? Let me remember the script... "Um, and I work with a sex offender rehabilitation nonprofit serving the greater Indianapolis area. I've been assigned to you as a volunteer caseworker who can help you adjust to living in society and finding acceptance in a community." "18, huh?" he said. "Well, I don't believe you, but get in here anyway." Did he hear any of what I said except that? "Oh, I just uh- came by to introduce myself, that's all." "I told you to get inside. Your job is to make me feel accepted, right?" Fuck. His dick was poking out of his robe. Did he get hard just looking at me? What is he thinking about doing to me? "Okay... but I can't stay for long." "Good boy." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me into his apartment. Fuck, he had such a strong grip, too. I took another look at the part of his stomach that was exposed by the robe. "Is that a tattoo, sir?" I asked. I clearly got his interest. "It is," he said. He spread his robe apart more to show me it in full. "It looks like a biohazard symbol. What does it mean?" "You'll see," he said. He took two glasses from the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Was he trying to get me drunk? I wanted to run away, but I knew my supervisor would be upset at me. My friends would probably make me quit, too, and I liked this opportunity. But the strongest reason I decided to stay was the primal, irresistible urge to see more of this older man's body. I wanted to indulge my intense desire to be in the presence of his throbbing cock. I didn't need to do anything with it, I just wanted to be near it. I needed to burn it into my memory to remind me what I'm missing out on with my pin-dick boyfriend. I made up my mind to stay, despite the risk. "You'll see what it means real soon, boy." He was fully hard when he said that and a little pre-cum was dripping out of his throbbing cock. To be continued

This is a very short story that I came across on a different site. The author is KinkMeKnots and the picture is submitted by Him He hadn't meant to cum like that. He hadn't meant to shoot rope after rope of his pent up wad all over the small body trembling before him. He had EVERY INTENTION of holding back, and holding off from shooting out his jizm despite the generous slam he had been given and being stroked by his Master while having to listen to all the dirty talk that aroused despite himself. He never wanted to betray his sweet scared little 18 yo nephew in that way.. never. But every man has his limits, and after two weeks of being denied (his Master would keep him chemed up and on the edge the entire time he was being fucked), an hour of receiving simulation directly from his Master before his nephew came back from practice early, and the following two hours of watching and listening as his Master enjoyed using the 'special surprise' that had been 'offered' to him for his perverted enjoyment the slave uncle was already near his limit. Having watched his nephew be stripped of his football kit and forced to shotgun cloud after cloud until he was just a rag doll begging to be used. He tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensation of his Master's hand, and resist the powerful temptation caused by the sight of his nephew's naturally sexy body that had already been used excessively (despite the lad's nearly total lack of experience). But the words comming out of his Master's mouth.. the wonderfully perverse way he spoke about what he had done and still intended to do made resisting the urge a torment all its own. "I'm going to stroke you nonstop for fifteen minutes slave. If you cum on your sweet little 'present' before then, then I'll take that to mean that I'm free to cum IN him.. and you know what that means don't you slave?" Indeed he did, it was not long ago that his Master started cumming in his own ass uninhibited despite having been off his meds for months. He had no care about getting it from the man he worshiped, but wanted at all costs to spare his innocent nephew from being forcibly 'Charged Up'. No matter how much the thought of it made his cock leak his own charged pre. He was so close too, only three minutes to go. But his Master knew his slave too well, and was able to say exactly what to he needed to say to push his slave over the edge. As the last volleys of his tainted incestuous seed rained down on the battered form of his quivering nephew, dooming the youth to his fate, his Master's words rang on in his ears. "Next time we throw a house party, I'm going to invite ALL of our closest friends and introduce them to the boy making sure they know he's your nephew. Their gonna watch as you openly fondle his junkie body while he squirms, make him drink booze and g out of your mouth, and force him to use favors. When our straight laced friends leave because things are getting too weird, you're going to kick things up by REALLY getting handsy with him. When its just the true [banned word] left you're gonna put on a little show for them by bending his sweet ass over the end of the couch, pulling his pants down to show off his cute little ass, and then.. my deliciously perverted slave." Master said with an evil chuckle. "You're going to loudly give your nephew what you've secretly been wanting to give him for a while now by hate fucking him in front of everyone. Those fucking pigs are gonna love seeing you blast his tight little ass full of your seed, egging you on the whole time you 'knock up' your own nephew." Comming down from his orgasm the slave felt deeply ashamed as he watched his Master drag his nephew away in order to aggressively breed him for different times. Ensuring that long before the a room full of horny perverts watched a true incestuous pairing occur, the boy was already marked and claimed by another.

it's been over a year since I started this thread and since then I've had dozens of men and more than a few boys in my sling and I'm proud to say I seeded all of them. I've experimented with various positions like shoulders lower but the best one is shoulders higher than his ass, ankles in the stirrups and his legs pulled up high - well above his head and wide apart. When my boy or man is in that position I can shove my cock so fukkin deep up his ass . My regular fuckboy, Drew is in my sling at least twice a week and a couple of weeks ago I had a group of my buddies breed him. Drew looked so fukkin hot in the sling as each of my buddies fucked and seeded him. His hole was leaking more and more sperm with each load. Finally I stood between his legs and shoved my cock up his cum-filled hole - at least 5 loads. I didn't last long before I shote my seed into him. Another great sling fuck

I met this guy on sniffles Hr said he was a top but never would bareback Only condom . He had a nice big dick so I thought why not. he came over and his dick was even better in person. We made out and then he opened the condom getting ready to fuck me he rubbed his bare dick on my ass and I could hear the condom open he we not in my ass and it just felt funny. I looked and saw the condom on the bed He was in me raw. He fucked me for a while till I heard he groan He then shot his load in my ass i asked him what happened He said he just do excited that he ditched the condom worked for me

I have mentioned this before a few times in other threads. The most influential one was the first cock I sucked and fucked me. For the sake of this site I will say I was 18... This is pre-internet. I had only seen naked guys at school and in magazines. Never had seen a gay porn movie. I had moved to the city to study. And not far from where I lived was an AVS or a sex shop as it was called here. I so much wanted to go there but didn't have the nerve. Finally one time, half an hour before closing time at 11pm I made sure nobody on the street saw me and slipped in. My face burning I roamed the aisle with gay porn. Goodlooking 30s guy behind the counter just watched me a few times. I finally picked a video and went to the counter. The guy looked at me but didn't ask for an ID. He just pointed to a booth. My first gay porn! I sat down and only minutes before I had my jeans on my ankles and was stroking. Then the door opened and the guy came in. He unzipped his jeans and whipped out his dick. It was big! At least I thought so. Bigger than mine. I sucked my first cock! Gave me a few pointers until he told me to get up and turn around. He took my cherry. My first fuck. Loved it!! Didn't hurt at all. I think I shot my load after only a minute or two. He pumped his load in my ass. No condom (this was 1977). He left. I was so stunned I didn't even watch the rest of the movie. Went out into the shop. He walked me to the door. Saw he already flipped the sign to 'closed' when he unlocked the door for me. He winked and said I should come back. I did go back many times(same routine) until I heard he wasn't working there anymore. I also discovered the cruising park around the corner where I got my ass filled practically every night. I think it would have taken me much more time to have my first sex if it wasn't for him. Even now I still remember exactly what his pubes smelled like when I sucked my first cock!

If you look in person anything halfway close to the way your avatar pic looks, I'd be all over you in a sauna situation. Sexy AF. But I think the question is an interesting one. I have the "everybody looking, no one seems interested" experience in saunas, too - and I've wondered the same thing. In-person meets from online connections seem only rarely to result in a "no thanks" dynamic for me. So, musing on the question, I'm thinking perhaps there's a difference in mindset for people in that situation. I do find once I cross a certain point with someone (often getting into a cabin together) things go much better. So maybe if we intentionally seek interaction with guys, rather than trying to sense interest from them?

The other day, I was horny as fuck and was hoping to get a few loads before work. I was surprised to see my alpha top friend online so early. But he said he had to work early and couldn't play. He works construction and said since it was going to be hot that day, he would be leaving work early. Right then, I decided I needed to call off from work, I needed to get my hole loaded up for him. I advertised online that I was a cum dump looking for loads. Within the first 10 minutes, I had 8 guys offer to dump their loads in my hole. I had 2 guys come over right away. The 1st guy came in, fucked me for a few minutes and then dumped his load. When he left, the 2nd guy let me know that he had just showed up. He came in and fucked my hole. After about 5 mintues, he said he was going to cum. I grabbed his body do he couldn't pull out. After he left, I messaged my alpha top to let him know I already had 2 loads in me. He told me to keep going, he wanted to taste my cum loaded hole. I got a message from guy who had been over a few times before. He said he was on his way, I told him I was in the sling, just come in and drop your load. I then got a message from a new guy who had been over a few times. He isn't on prep yet and still wears condom. But as soon as he shoots his load, he will dump his cum out of the condom and push it into my hole with a dildo. I told him there was another guy coming over, but the new guy said he was just down the street and needed to dump his load. I told him to come by. The new guy showed up first. He put his condom on and fucked my hole. A few minutes later, the other guy showed up. As soon as the new guy was ready to shoot. He aimed at the other guy's dick and shot his load all over him. The other guy started to fuck me, with the new guy's cum all over his dick. By this time, I had cum leaking out of my hole. I had a shot glass there to catch it. The new guy used the shot glass to scoop up some of the cum. After the other guy came, the new guy scooped up some of that cum too. I let the alpha top know that I had 4 loads for him. A few minutes later, I had a guy message me, he wanted to add his load to my hole. He sent me a pic of his dick, it looked like it was 7.5 to 8 inches and really thick. I sent him the address. He showed up about 20 minutes later. He started by rimming my hole, tasting the cum. He would then fuck me for about 5 mintues with his big dick and then rim my hole some more. He was really good, it was super intense. He finally started pounding my hole really hard, going at it fast and rough. He then shot his load deep inside my hole. He asked if he could come over again sometime to use my hole some more. I told him that he was always welcome. When I told the alpha top I had another load, he told me he was leaving work in 15 minutes, but he wanted one more load in me. I tried my hardest to get another one and I was running out of time. I was about to give up when I got a message from the new guy. He said that was so hot, he wanted to give me another load. I told him to hurry up because the alpha top would be here soon. The new guy came over, put another condom on and fucked me again. While he was fucking me, he was telling me how hot that had been. He was going to pound his girlfriend hard tonight, but he was so turned on by my cummy hole, he couldn't wait. After he came, he pulled out nad took the condom off. Instead of pouring it on my hole, he shoved it in my mouth, squeezing his cum out the opening. He has some of the best tasting cum. I swallowed some of his cum, I spit the rest into the shot glass. The alpha top showed up about 5 minutes after the new guy left. he immediately got down and started rimming my hole. He used his fingers to stretch my hole open so he could work his tongue in there. After he had got most of the cum out of my hole, I handed him the shot glass, which was just short of being half full of cum. He swallowed it all and then spit it back into my hole. He kept playing with that cum until he finally drank it all down. He then stood up and started fucking me roughly. I reached and started pinching his hairy muscular nipples. I know that drives him wild. He pounded me harder each time I pinch on them. His dick is a little over 8 inches long and it is thick enough that it stretches my second hole each time it passes through it. I am able to hold the second hole open enough for him that he loves that feeling. I know he will fuck just my 2nd hole when I hold it open for him which causes him to start cumming. He flooded my hole, leaving his load deep inside my hole. Normally he would rim my hole to get his load, but this time, he put the shot glass there and told me to push it out. After I had pushed most of it out, he told me to open wide as he poured his cum into my mouth. I cannot wait until his next visit!

Here's a quickie... Best Western PLUS I was on one of the location based apps and I saw a nice looking dick near me that I hadn't seen before so I clicked on it. Dom top breeder hosting in his hotel near me, a Best Western PLUS. I messaged him "Nice looking dick". He sent me back two even better looking dick pics. I responded "Very nice" and sent him a pic of my spread ass. He said "Come over, I'll eat n fuck your juicy ass". I replied "I just gotta shower and clean out". "OK, eta?" he replied. I sent back "30 mins? You bareback?" His response was "OK, yes, always bb". I replied "Nice. I'm neg but poz friendly, you?". His response instantly made my little cock twitch... "POZ, I'm going to impregnate you when u get here". I replied "I can't wait". He said "Hurry up, I'm super horny". I quickly got in the shower and then cleaned out my hole with multiple bottles of water. When I was done I sent him "I'll be there in 10-15 minutes". His reply "Awesome, room 213". When I got out of the elevator I saw that room was not far down the hall and the door was slightly ajar. He quickly ushered me inside and pointed at the couch. I dropped my sweat pants and took off my shirt. I hadn't bothered to put underwear on. I sat on the couch and he immediately offered up his dick which I took in my mouth "Suck me hard" he said. I complied, giving him my best head work. He really got into it sliding his 7" dick into my throat. After a bit he told me to lay on my back on the couch and he got over me and started really fucking my face until I was gagging and gasping for air between thrusts. "You ready to get your ass fucked?" he asked? "Hell yeah" was my response. He positioned me on the couch telling me to put my knees together and poke my butt out. Then I heard the cap of the lube and the lube squeezing out then felt the tip of his dick sliding in my crack getting it slick. He started to push inside, then pull out, opening my hole up. Once he made entry he pushed in balls deep and groaned out "I'm going to knock up this neg ass". That made me moan out in pleasure and then he really went to town pounding me hard, filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping my taint, his thighs bouncing off my ample backside and our moans and groans of pleasure. After about 10 minutes of pounding he said "I'm coming! Take my charged load!" and I could feel his dick twitch and his poz cum being pumped into me. After he finished he went to the bathroom to clean up and I put my shirt, sweats and shoes back on and found my way out and back home. That was two weeks ago. I'm at the free gay/lesbian clinic right now waiting for my test results. I figured I'd better get checked because I cam down with an unseasonal flu a few days ago. They just called my number and are escorting me to a room. I can tell by the look on the face of the young man that the result is going to be poz and sure enough it is. I don't really listen to a whole lot more, they want me to come back and talk to a counselor and run some more tests so I can get on meds, but I'm not really interested in all that. He hands me a card and tells me to schedule my followups at the desk on my way out but I just put the card in my pocket and head for home. Well, I guess that the Best Western PLUS really lived up to it's name. And I can't be happier!

This is actually a great question. There wasn't just one, there were a few that help shaped me into the oral/anal cumdump I am today (in order of encounter, not ranked in any way): 1) My Latin friend Jack from high school. He was the first to wrestle me, pin my arms down and stick his dick in my mouth and have me swallow his load. Started fucking me a couple of weeks after. Lost touch of him after high school, but reunited by accident four years ago when he responded to an ad I had placed offering to suck cock. A beautiful start to a happy life, and will always have a special place in my heart. We "reunited" and hook up regularly now. 2) Doug - Met him on AOL, he was 55 and I was 29. Married and wasn't getting much sex at home and wanted to get his dick sucked. He worked close to my place and would swing by and fuck my face. He was a white guy, 8" and thick, huge mushroom head. He shot gobs of cum down my throat, one of the biggest shooters I've ever had. Sucked him off 2-3x a week for almost three years. He took a job across town and we lost touch. 3) Alonzo - Black guy I also met on AOL, 9" dick, I was 30 he was 50, recently divorced and looking for relief. He taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a black man and what end of the dick I was on. Got me into small groups, he would bring friends over and not tell me in advance. Was a regular fuck bud (at least weekly) for about 9 years until I moved away. We still talk regularly and hook up annually. 4) Trey - He was a Latin fuck buddy I met online, we knew each other casually from seeing each other out at the bars but he was part of a different 'click' in town that didn't care for my 'click' but we met up anyways. The sex was awesome and we kept our "relationship" a secret from our 'clicks' for years. He wanted to try watersports and I kept saying no to him but one day he just pissed in my mouth as I was sucking him with no warning, and he awakened me to drinking piss. I drank gallons of his piss after that. Also lost touch with him after I moved away. 5) Edrice - Another black fuck buddy of mine. Monster 10x6 dick. Taught me how to take large dicks and taking dick hard and deep for a long long time. Boy did he have endurance when it came to fucking. Went on for about two years but then he got messed up in drugs and I wasn't part of that lifestyle so we lost touch. 6) Diego - Heavy set Latin guy. Met him on Craigslist, but we didn't seem to hit it off in the first few message exchanges and decided not to meet. He reached out to me again many months later out of the blue and we started emailing back and forth for another few weeks and he broke me down and talked me into meeting anonymously, with me blindfolded, door unlocked and waiting for him. Damn what an awesome fuck he was, big guy with a big dick. He'd pin me down with his weight and fuck the hell out of me, blow his load deep in my ass, pull out, dress up and leave, leaving me with my ass wrecked. I've never see him with my own eyes, we always fucked anon, but I'd know him the second he sticks his dick in my mouth. He's responsible for turning me onto anon sex. It ended when he met someone he wanted to date. 7) My older brother - All I can say here is damn, I've never been so addicted to a dick so fast as I am to his. Still ongoing, but not as regular since I've moved away. 😎 Manny - He's an ex-coworker of mine, multi-cummer with lots of endurance. Fucks my throat for hours and feeds me load after load. I've never met a multi-cummer who can come as much as he can. He can easily shoot at least 8 full loads before he starts to dribble. He lives in SoCal and I live in Vegas, but he loves to visit Vegas, and I still have friends and family in SoCal, so we make it a point to meet up EVERY chance we get. He's the guy who told me he should divorce his wife and marry my throat. I'm sure there's a few others but those are the most notable that helped shape me into who I am today.

3 way in the video area a Flex in LA, bred a guy and was bred by a 3rd simultaneously. I'm now sitting at Burbank airport with empty balls, a full hole and a delayed flight home. I'll have to do some longer write ups on my vacation sex when I get home. I've had a very good time.

I was at the park n ride. Cruising there has become tricky since the overflow of homeless people from Portland has hit the park and ride. People living in cars and campers tend to block access to the trail back into the woods. Today was my lucky day. The trailhead was open and a nice looking young bear went back into the woods. He didn’t come right back out so I figured I would see what he was up to. Found him back in the woods stroking a fat 6” cut cock. Of course I went to my knees and started sucking him. He made appreciative noises. Face fucked me a bit. Lots of tasty precum. I looked up and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said OK. So I leaned up against a tree with my fat ass out and he shoved that cock in. I turned into my usual verbal slut self begging him to cum in me. Didn’t take long before he shoved in all the way and unloaded his seed into me. He was definitely a one and done. He pulled out, I cleaned him up, and he zipped up and left. I fingered my crummy hole. Licked my fingers. The smell of cum was amazing.

Out at the pool in our condo complex. Just me and a good looking jock type. Tight trunks showing a nice bulge. He was laid out. Spreading lots of oil on his body. Kept looking at me and rubbing his cock. I started staring, watching him show ohh. Eventually he pulled his cock out and was stroking it. Then he stood up. Walked to the meens room and stood in the door staring at me. Got up and followed him in. Sucked his very nice cock and thanked him for feeding me.

There is this, and there is also a lot of guys at the sauna hold off playing etc in the hope that the "perfect" guy for them, so they walk around, tease, maybe little play but never commit because they hope that the "perfect" guy is just round the next corner

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar Matt is out for a run. It’s a hot day. He’s wearing running shorts and his sneakers. He is running past one of the gay bars when he hears his name. It’s Travis roommate, Paul, calling him. Matt slows down and leans in the window of the bar to say hi. The roommate invites him in. Matt demurs – no ID, just wearing shorts, etc. Roommate says he looks fuckable. Matt laughs and says thanks. They chat another minute before Matt takes off to finish his run. During his run, Matt remembers how good Paul’s long dick feels fucking his ass, how Paul likes to see Matt take his load after Paul has been fucking other guys, and Paul likes to watch Matt get fucked by other guys. It’s been just over two weeks since Matt took 6 loads from four guys in Travis and Paul’s apartment. Travis asked Matt to get tested after that night because Matt’s been getting barebacked a lot. Matt went to the clinic with Travis the next day and then both got tested. After they got tested, on the sidewalk outside the clinic, Travis also told Matt he wanted to take a break from seeing each other. Matt has been in a funk since Travis broke it off. Matt got his results a yesterday – negative. He hasn’t been fucked since he got tested because he and Travis had broken off and Matt knows, like all young guys raised in this era, not to put other guys at risk by fucking around before getting the results back. Thinking of Paul’s cock got Matt hard during his run which was difficult. He stopped to stretch and think of other things. He stretched his calves and hamstrings, and when his dick softened, Matt took off again for home. Matt decided to head out to the bar and meet up with Paul. He quickened his pace on the journey home. Matt showered and cleaned out. Matt was definitely hoping to get fucked tonight, so he didn’t eat at the house – probably get some fries at the bar. Matt slipped on clean running shorts, jock strap, and a tight tee shirt. He looked in the mirror and decided to do one last thing – he pulled open the side seem of the old running shorts so they showed more skin. Matt looked again – not obviously slutty, but just enough skin at the seem so anyone paying close attention could see almost all of Matt’s bare leg up to the waistband. Matt smiled – I’m definitely getting fucked tonight. He grabbed his ID, some cash, and his keys – which barely fit in the pocket of these shorts – and headed out. As Matt arrived at the bar where he saw the roommate earlier, he saw the gay men’s health clinic folks were set up inside handing out condoms, lube, safe sex info, and getting folks to sign up for appointments. Matt saw the guys he had interacted with on his trips to the clinic. He blushed. They said hi and gave Matt a packet of condoms and lube. When Matt showed his ID, he got a wristband and noticed other guys had black X’s on their hands. Matt asked a bouncer he knows what was up – bouncer said it is an 18+ night because there is a drag show and the health clinic thing tonight. Black X means no alcohol. Wristband means your old enough. Matt joked and said, “Old enough to what?” The bouncer smiled and said, “To get the ass fucked off you” and he swatted Matt’s pert ass. The bouncer says, “Seriously though, everyone in here is over 18 tonight. No jailbait in here. We card hard tonight for this event. The clinic is a great resource, but on night’s like this it can make our jobs harder.” He hugs Matt and says, “You do look fuckable tonight. When was your last test? I know you aren’t perfect about condom usage.” Matt laughs remembering the night the bouncer and his friend bred Matt after the bar closed. Matt says, “This week. Negative.” Bouncer kisses Matt on the check and moves on to checking the next ID. The bar is crowded. Matt got the special - a long island iced tea, hoping to catch up to Paul who had been drinking for two hours already, and looked around for Paul. Paul bumped into Matt on his way to the bar, pointed to the table and asked Matt if he wanted another. Matt said yes. Matt went to the table. He introduced himself and realized that all the other guys had black X on their hands. Being 22, almost 23 now, he did feel older than these guys but not by much. Paul comes back with drinks. They are all laughing and joking. Matt feels the guys flirting with him and he flirts back. The conversation turns to the gay men’s health clinic – has everyone signed up to be tested, been before, been tested, etc. The guys are all talking about their experiences, etc. All the guys have their safe sex packets of condoms and lube on the table. The drag show starts and guys turn their attention to the show. Matt is drinking his second drink when he feels a hand rubbing his side. He sees Paul negotiating the open seem on Matt’s shorts. He slides his hand up and inside. He whispers, “A jockstrap. Nice. You looking to get fucked tonight?” Matt leans in and says, “Are we going to use one of the condoms in these packets?" Paul smiles at Matt. Matt stands off his stool and positions himself so he is between Paul’s legs. Paul slips both hands inside Matt’s shorts. Paul starts rubbing Matt’s ass and hole under his shorts. Matt moans slightly. The other guys at the table notice. They can see Paul’s hands under Matt’s shorts. Matt reaches for a safety packet on the table, fumbles but gets the lube packet out successfully. He hands it to Paul. Paul takes it from Matt. Matt spreads his legs some and leans on the table as if he is watching the drag show. Carefully so not to be seen by the entire bar, Paul puts some on his fingers and rubs it on Matt’s hole. Paul slides a finger into Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back taking most of Paul’s finger in the first push. Paul fingers Matt while the performers sing. The MC comes on and says, “Taking a short break. Back in 10 minutes.” Then laughs, grabs the mic again and says, “More like 20 minutes. Beauty takes time sluts.” The undergrads at the table with Paul are no longer watching the stage and are watching Matt get fingered in the bar by Paul. Paul now has two fingers in Matt and he asks Matt, “Who is the biggest slut at this table?” Matt looks back at Paul and says, “You.” Paul rubs a third finger on the outside of Matt’s hole, two other fingers in his hole rubbing the inside of his ass and Paul asks again, “I have two fingers in your ass in the middle of the bar. Who is the bigger slut?” Matt says, “I’m the bigger slut.” Paul says, “How long has it been since you got fucked?” Matt says, “Couple weeks.” Paul says, “When my roommate and I and three college boys fucked you silly?” Matt feels Paul’s fingers rubbing the inside of his ass slowly and it feels so good. Matt doesn’t want Paul to stop. Matt says, “Only two of those college guys fucked me. You and Travis turned out the other one.” Paul chuckles, “Your right Matt; you only got fucked by 4 guys that night.” One of the under 21 guys at the table says, “Wow. You got fucked by 4 guys in one night. You are a slut.” He laughs, so do the other guys Matt just met. Matt says, “Don’t knock it til you try it.” They all laugh, even Paul. Paul now pulls his fingers out of Matt’s ass. He says, “Gotta go get cleaned up. Another round?” Matt agrees to a third long island. While Paul is gone, one of the under 21s face lit up and said, “Wait a second. Are you the guy that slept with Tyler, Jason and Dave?” Matt honestly doesn’t know. He blushes a bit and looks at the guy who asked and says, “I don’t remember their names.” The guys all laugh good natured laughs. The guy who asked says, “Tyler is a blonde guy, thin, good looking, about 5’9”, a twink. I guess Dave looks almost the same. Jason has black hair, a nice ass, and has more muscle than Tyler and Dave.” Matt, hoping to end the interrogation before it gets too detailed, says, “That sounds right. That’s probably them. Nice guys. It was a fun night.” The guy questioning persists, “Tyler says they walked in on you riding Paul’s roommate’s dick and watching him cum inside you. Tyler says he thought you and the other guy were dating until Paul fucked you in front of them in the kitchen. Then it kind of turned into an orgy.” Matt blushes deeply hearing the story told to him by someone who wasn't there. Before he can answer, the MC is back on and Paul is back with the third long island. Matt finishes the second drink and switches to the third. Paul leans in and softly says, “Sorry. Your ass feels great. My fingers were starting to get messy with the lube and your wet ass. I hope you kept the guys entertained.” Matt leans back against Paul’s chest and whispers in his ear, “They know the guys who we fucked around with last week.” Paul rubs Matts back and says, “Don’t worry Matt. You were a slut before they knew you. You’d already let me finger you in the bar in front of them tonight. I think they thought you were slutty before they put two and two together. Paul puts his arm around Matt's shoulders, leans in to his ear and says, "And I like you slutty.” Matt is quiet, somewhat watching the drag show, but also absorbing what Paul said. Matt is clearly upset at the situation. He excuses himself for a bit and goes to the bathroom. There is a small line. While in line, Matt is thinking about his life and the sex he’s been having. In the last 7 months, he’s been fucked bareback by 40-50 guys, most of whom he hasn’t seen more than once. Matt loves the sex. He feels that he’s starting to be judged for barebacking though – Alexander and his friends avoid Matt and call him a slut; he’s been caught getting fucked bareback by his friends; Chris (the law student) isn’t returning calls; he’s been scolded in his city’s AOL m4m chatroom for taking it bareback; and at least three groups of guys have watched him get fucked bareback. Matt drinks his drink. This is not a very big city. Matt thinks he must be getting a reputation as a bareback bottom. Matt is worried. He knows that bareback bottoms get treated like sluts. Tops are considered studs; but, the “bottoms are too slutty to know better.” That’s what guys think. Matt really wants a boyfriend and he’s worried that no one wants to date the guy that everyone has cum in. He doesn’t want to be known as a cum dumpster. Matt drinks some more. The sex is fantastic. Matt loves getting fucked bare. It makes him hard thinking about it. He is dressed to get fucked tonight and wasn't imagining using a condom when we got fucked tonight. He is struggling because he wants someone to breed him tonight, but he also wants someone to want to date him. Matt is confused. Amidst the mental confusion, Matt hears a voice behind him say, “You’ve got a great ass.” Matt turns around. It’s John, the guy with the 9”cock that Matt took home from the bar last year - Geek chic’s best friend. Matt giving it up bare to “Geek chic” started this slide into sluttiness. Matt says hi and looks past him to see if John’s boyfriend or “Geek chic” are with him. Matt says, “Alone tonight?” John says, “Yes. Came out after I got drinks with work friends.” John reaches out to touch Matt’s bare arm and says, “You look good.” Matt says, “Thanks. I was just thinking about you.” John puts both hands on Matt’s waist and says, “Oh yeah. What about?” Matt looks around to see if anyone can hear them, leans into John and says in his ear the truth, “How I gave it up bareback so easily when you fucked me. How slutty that was of me. But also how good it felt.” Matt looks into John’s face searching for a recognition of the internal conflict Matt feels. John smiles at Matt and says, “Oh yeah. I remember that too. Also remember you telling me how much better it felt taking cock raw.” As John says this, his fingers find the split seem in Matt’s shorts. John’s hands slide inside his shorts onto his bare ass. John says, “Jockstrap. That’s hot.” Matt allows himself to lean into John. John kisses him. John’s hands play with Matt’s ass and find his hole as they kiss. The bathroom door opens. Matt is next in line. John guides Matt into the bathroom, closes the door, and says, “I am going to fuck you. Get your clothes off.” Matt drops his tank top on the sink, lowers his shorts and jock to the floor and bends over the sink. John pulls out his cock and rubs it on Matt’s hole. He says, “You have lube on your ass.” Matt smiles at John through the mirror’s reflection and says, “Long story. Did you get one of those safe sex packets tonight?” John says, “Yeah. Why? Are you going to ask me to put on a condom this time?” Matt says, “No. Just use more lube. You have a big dick. I’m going to need it.” John says, “Fuck yeah.” John opens the lube packet and rubs some on his dick. Matt feels the big head push at his hole. He moans remembering how good John’s dick felt in him last time. Matt groans and says, “Fuck me. We need to be quick.” John puts one hand over Matt’s mouth and his other hand guides his bare cock into Matt’s pre-lubed ass. Matt groans loudly into John’s hand as his cock slides almost all the way inside his ass. Matt moves John’s hand and says, “Give me a second to adjust. You are so big.” Matt puts John’s hand back over his mouth. Less than a minute later, Matt slides back on John’s cock until he can feel balls on his ass. Matt feels impaled on John’s cock. John starts to rock back and forth into Matt’s unprotected ass. The rocking becomes slow short strokes, then slow long strokes. Matt’s ass accommodates the invading cock and Matt moans appreciatively. John starts to pull his cock almost all the way out and jam it back in. He does this a few times. John says, “My raw cock looks so good fucking your ass. It’s so hot.” Matt looks in the mirror at the reflection of John fucking him. John’s clothes are mostly still on. Matt is naked except for his shoes and is bent over the sink. Matt hasn’t seen John in months but John’s bare cock is in Matt’s hole. Matt moans and strokes his cock as he watches this hot image in the mirror. John is fucking him faster now. Matt is moaning into John’s hand. John says, “Fuck you have such a great ass. If my boyfriend had an ass like this, I wouldn’t be balls deep in you right now.” Matt pushes his ass back to meet John’s thrusts now. Matt turns his head and says, “Are you going to cum in my ass?” John says, “Fuck yes slut. You want my load deep in your sweet boy cunt don’t you?” John says, “Breed me please. I want it.” John is looking down at this hot 22 year old twink with a runner’s body and an amazing ass. Matt is naked for him, bent over the sink in a bar bathroom, taking his raw cock. This twink’s ass opened for John’s cock so easily but the ass is still so tight. John wants to roar as he breeds his slutty boy. He wants the world to know he’s marking territory. John remembers that he is in a bar bathroom. Instead of screaming as he cums in Matt, John bends over his back and bites down on Matt’s shoulder, grabs Matt’s hips, jams his cock in a few more times and cums in Matt’s ass. Matt is cumming on the floor as John cums in his ass and bites his shoulder. John is still bent over Matt and Matt is still full of John’s large cock. John’s hand no longer covering Matt’s mouth, Matt’s groan as John removes his cock from Matt’s ass is loud. As John’s cock comes free, cum slides out of Matt’s ass with it. John cleans the lube, cum and ass off his cock. Matt cleans his ass, but leaves the rest of the cum inside. John asks for Matt’s jockstrap. Matt says, “A trophy?” John says, “Payment for services rendered.” Matt laughs out loud, remembering John works in finance. Matt hands him the jockstrap and pulls on his shorts and tank top. The whole fuck took less than 5 minutes from Matt bending over the sink to taking John’s load. They leave the bathroom. Guys in line look annoyed. Matt blushes a bit. John isn’t phased. Matt says, “Now I can’t sit down.” John says, “Yeah I have a big dick.” Matt chuckles and says, “Yeah, but I meant I can’t sit down in these shorts while I’m going commando. Everyone will see my goods.” John says, “Isn’t that the point of this sexy outfit. To get guys to notice you and fuck you. Sit on a bar stool and let everyone see.” John kisses Matt, thanks him for the fuck and heads out. Matt goes back to Paul’s table and sits on a bar stool.

We've all had moments of doubt. Often with a side-order of realisation. I tend to put both in the basket of deal with tomorrow because, like most advice that comes from tv movies and mothers everywhere, if you still feel the same way later on then you might be on to something. Generally I find after some sleep and then some coffee most doubts about whether I should feel bad about myself or my sexual proclivity are filed under, "fuck it!"

Thanks to an appeals court decision I'm relaxing the policy on escorting a little... https://www.politico.com/news/2023/07/07/court-upholds-fosta-first-amendment-00105260 Still NOT allowed - “aiding and abetting” prostitution, so... Escort profiles Links to / discussions of escort sites Suggestions someone pay you for sex, or that you want to pay for sex Encouraging someone to pay or get paid for sex. Now ALLOWED... General discussions of safety issues when hiring / being hired for sex Fictional references to escorting Mentioning that you paid or were paid for sex Discussion of why you escort or pay for escorts (done without violating the NOT list) Anything before 2018

I've only recently discovered I can have anal orgasms. It's only happened with toys but it's incredible. I'm absolutely addicted. That was until today. This guy has has fucked me before, and his huge cock feels amazing in my ass. Last time he was a bit more gentle with me, which I don't mind, but he certainly held back. This time, after I sucked his dick I told him to use me how he wants. He bent me over the couch and rammed me hard and fast for about 20 minutes. He never stopped or slowed down, just pounded and pounded. I was in heaven. Toward the end, I had the most intense orgasm in my ass I've ever had, which was the first one another person has given me. He still didn't stop and kept fucking me until he came inside me. I tried to push it out as is my favorite thing to do, but it was too deep. I trembled on the couch for a few minutes afterward. He just put his clothes on and left, didn't say a word to me. I have to say I actually kinda like that part. It makes me feel used, and I'm reminded he doesn't give a fuck about me, I'm just here for his pleasure. When I tell him how much I love his cock, he doesn't respond. He only responds when I tell him I'm available to tell me if he is or is not coming The first pic is the best shot of his cock I got that allows us to stay anonymous. You can see its quite thick, though this pic barely does it justice. The second pic is when I came. God I wish he would come fuck me every day.

It's been YEARS since I barebacked a hole. I often get nervous and will usually just opt for a guy blowing me while I hold his head and fuck his facce. It's just frustrating - most get down on my cock, but can't get the last inch or two - I just want my cock buried balls deep in a a warm, wet hole. Saturday I was at a local cruise area (though it is usually dead there nowadays) and ran into a guy in his mid-fifties, slim build, very hairy. We walked into the woods and he dropped his shorts. He had a nice, uncut cock. Maybe about 7" long and reasonably thick. I took my cock out and he immediately bent over and started sucking me. I got hard and thick and suddenly decided - I wanted an ass to pound! I was too nervous to play much and told him so. He offered to bring me back to his place. When we got back to his place, we stripped down, played with each other's nipples, kissed a little (I am not into kissing - when I play, I am really just about the cock and the ass), and eventually him on his kneeds trying to throat my cock. We went to lay down on his bed, started nipple playing, rubbing each other's cocks, and I started fingering his hole. First one finger, then two and, eventually, three. I used a lot of spit on his ass, and he helped with his own spit. Finally I decided - I need to fuck and his hole was there to be used. I got up and knelt on the bed, pulling him up onto his hands and kneeds. I got behind him and worked my cock about halfway in. I started fucking with long, slow strokes until I got a nice rhythm going, and then started pushing in the rest. I got about 6 1/2 or 7 inches in when I hit a point where it was harder to push in. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me while I thrust forward. I got maybe 1/2" or so in when he tried running from my cock. I HATE when a bottom does that. I was hard, I was in his fuckhole and I wanted to cum. When you are getting pounded...DON'T RUN AWAY FROM THE DICK! I decided that his ass was mine, I needed to pound hard and he had wanted to fuck. Grabbing his hips even tighter, I said "You wanted this cock...you're going to take it!" and started to slam into him. As I buried into him completely, every inch of my cock in him, he screamed and I felt his as squeeze me and rhythmically pulse - and that sent me over the top as I seeded his hole. Afterwards I went to his bathroom and took a piss and thoroughly washed my dick. He said if I ever wanted to get together again and cum wherever I wanted to call him, and he gave me his business card (apparently he's a realtor). Thank you for reading this far. I thought it would be good to contribute to this forum - I have enjoyed reading many of the stories here.

So last week we got a new housemate, i was annoyed as first i found out about interviews was a week after them but they said he was nice so will be fine. So he arrived while i was at work so first i met him i was sweaty from a long hot day and i desperately needed a shower, just as i was about to go in the bathroom he walks out in just a towel and fuck was he hot, big pecs with hairy chest down to his abs covered in a light layer of hair and a thickening treasure trail going into his towel, sadly my tour ended there as he said sorry and walked past me. One fail for me. When i got in the shower i found all the hot water gone so fuck was i pissed off at this point so i grab my towel drying my cold body off and stormed off finding him in his room and rant began. Was the next day we interacted again, this was in the evening the others were out partying but i had a shift next day so couldnt go out, so i decided to try grindr and squirt for some fun at least but no nothing so i was again pissed. So went into the kitchen to make a snack and crash when i saw him in the fridge with the same thought but unlike me was fully dressed while i was just wearing a jock not expecting anyone in, i just didnt care at this point and just went in and got my food from the cupboard then i got my first shock as a hand slapped my ass and a "nice ass dude but put it away unless you wanna show it off to everyone" habit made me blush and get no words out. Fail Two. I went to my room and grabbed shorts before going into his room to say i can dress like i want round my home, as i walk in he is laying there wearing just a jock eating and smirking at me as my mouth gives out again, Fail three. He saves me and gets up walking to me and says "two choices mate, get out my room or get on my knob" he just said it so matter of fact and before i even knew it i was face first in his jock pouch mouthing his now growing cock. he helped me out but pulling his jock off letting me see his big bushy pubes surounding his easily 7inch uncut cock, i instantly took it in my mouth trying to go for his cum like a horny teenager. He eventually pushed me off smirking at me "knew you loved cock first moment i saw ya now its my turn" as he lifted me up put me on his bed and pulled my shorts off then lowered my jock and sucked my cock like a pro deep throating me in seconds. I want to say i lasted ages, honestly, i was soo horny i came in about a minute of my cock entering his throat and he swallowed every drop before licking my balls down my taint to my hole his tongue probing my hole hard, this lasted a bit before he got up moving up body before sitting on my face "go on lad eat my ass earn my knob going into that slut hole" and I didnt need to be told as i ate his hairy ass taking in his day scent. After an age he finally pulled away pulled my jock back on and i thought fuck this it but then he flipped me putting me in doggy and reached for his draw pulling a tube of lube and a wrapper, "alright lad Im gonna fuck your brains out last chance to run and you want this on right" he waved the condom wrapper in my face and I shock my head. "Good lad get ready i dont stop and i dont pull out" with the would out he pushed his cock head into my hole hard pushing until he was all the way in he was already lubed i wondered if he would have stealthed me. Then the fucking commenced. He pounded hard gripping my hips as he pistoned into me, true to his word he never slowed or stopped just kept pounding getting harder and faster until finally he grunted and came deep in my ass, i was wimpering a second load emptying into my jock at somepoint i cant remember but i just collapse as he pulls out moving up to my mouth "clean me off then" taking his cock in my mouth to suck clean of his cum before he lays down next to me "gonna love having my own personal cumdump"

Chapter 3 He threw me onto the bed hard. There were still fresh cum and lube stains on his sheets from when he was jacking off. It reeked, but at the same time I kind of liked the smell. The Ambien-vodka cocktail Earl made for me was beginning to kick in, hard. I felt warm all over and my head felt like it was buzzing. All the fear left me instantly, and all that was left was pure, filthy, disgusting lust. I couldn't help but let out a moan when he grabbed my arms and pulled me so that my head was hanging off the bed. "You're the reason this dick is covered in pre, so you're gonna clean it, boy. If I hear the word 'no' come out of your mouth one time, you do not leave this room alive. Understood?" I nodded. "Good boy." He stroked his long, fat cock until it looked hard as a rock. A little string of pre was dripping off the tip and his fat, sweaty balls were bouncing up and down. I was hypnotized. This was the biggest cock I had ever seen, even in porn, and it was going in my throat. I couldn't help but get hard too, but since I was so much smaller than he was he probably didn't even notice. "Open your mouth." I opened it right away. I could smell his cock as soon as I walked in his apartment, but now that his cock was so close the smell was really strong. It smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a week! He reeked of cum and sweat, and the smell only got stronger when I felt the tip slide past my lips. I could barely even fit the head in my mouth! "You knocked on the wrong door, boy." He wasn't even a little gentle! He leaned forward and started drilling my poor throat with his fat cock. I swear I could feel him in my stomach! I couldn't breathe at all! He tasted like sex, too: if this was just his pre-cum, then how much does he cum? I focused on making him cum as fast as possible so I could get some air. But he was so much bigger than anything I was used to that I just couldn't help it! I felt him graze past my teeth at some point, and he stopped right away. I started coughing violently. I had spit and pre all over my face and dripping out of my mouth. I felt like a whore—no, I felt like a victim and I fucking loved it. "If I feel your teeth again I'll knock them out of your fucking head." "I'm sorry sir, I've never sucked a cock this big before." "I don't give a shit." He leaned all the way forward and grabbed my hips. Being in his big arms made me feel safe (even though I wasn't). He flipped me over and lifted me up off the ground until his mouth was on my ass and I was staring right at his cock. "Clean it." "Yes, sir." I opened my mouth and practically worshipped his cock. I licked it, sucked it (or as much as I could), even made out with the tip. I wanted to feel his cum cover my face. I wanted to watch his balls jump over and over again while he shot ropes on me until I was covered in this disgusting, evil man's seed. "Good boy... Fuck." He was licking my hole with the same ferocity. I'd shaved my hole that morning for my boyfriend as a coincidence. "Haven't had a hairless hole in years. You did want this, didn't you?" I tried to answer him but couldn't bring myself to take my mouth off his perfect cock. I was kissing his tip like I kiss my boyfriend's lips. "Daddy's getting close. Keep doing that. Fuck. Fuck!" I couldn't wait. I wanted to taste his cum so fucking bad. "FUCK!" Just when I thought I was about to get coated in Earl's cum, he threw me back on the bed. I felt his full weight on my body as I felt his cock sink deep into my throat. His dick was so thick, I could feel it throb against the walls of my esophagus. "Take it, boy. Fuck....." He was shooting ropes. I could feel it coating the walls of my throat and slide down into my stomach. After what felt like a minute and a half, he got off and left me in a pool of cum, sweat, and spit. I must've blacked out from the lack of oxygen and the pressure of his body on me, because when I woke up all my clothes were off and my phone was in his hand. "Sir... why am I naked? Did you rape me?" "No. I was waiting for you to wake up. There's something you should see, though." He turned my phone around and showed me texts he'd sent from my phone. "I" had told my family I was staying over at my boyfriend's house for a few days. "I" had texted my boyfriend that I was going on vacation and that I'd be away from my phone. "I" had turned my location off. "Looks like you're mine for a few days, fag boy." He threw the phone against the wall as hard as he could. It broke. Fuck. I didn't tell anybody where I was gonna be, my family and friends think I'm gone, and I'm locked in a literal rapist's apartment. He was already hard again. How was this even possible? I saw him stroking his cock and rubbing his biohazard tattoo with his free hand. He was walking right towards me. Oh, fuck... "You're done for." TBC

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My friend Mark's cock!! We were traveling together for a month to Vancouver and every weekend, he'd disappear. On the 3rd week, i asked him where he goes on the weekends and he said, Mark: Downtown, to a club. Me: What kind of club? Mark: Well, they have 3 types of clubs...a gay club, a BDSM club and a swingers club. Me: Which club do you go to? Mark: Oh, the gay club! Me: Oh, ok. That was the end of the conversation at that time. The next morning, we showed up to go to work and Mark quietly said... Mark: This next weekend, did you want to go with me to the club? Me: To the gay club? No, thank you. Mark: If you're nervous, I'll be your first. Me: No, thank you! You see, i had never been with a man before, nor had the thought of it really ever crossed my mind. Sure, in a curiosity way, but never in a serious way. The next weekend, Mark disappeared again. Monday morning... Me: Did you go to the club again this weekend? Mark: I did. Me: Did you have fun? Mark: I sure did. You should of come along!! Me: No, i wouldn't have had fun. Mark: Sure you would. Like I said, I'd be your first. Me: Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. After that month of working together, i didn't see Mark again for about 3 months, but for some reason, his "offer" never left my mind and the curiosity of being with another man had kept growing. i ran into Mark at work about 3 months after that and he invited me out for coffee and i accepted. We met at a coffee shop and started complaining about work and the job...average stuff. Then out of nowhere Mark asks... Mark: I have coffee at my place. Cheaper than drinking coffee here. Me: No, but i have booze at my place. Better than drinking coffee. Mark: OK, let's go to your place. When we arrived, i poured us a couple of very strong vodka/7up's and we sat down on the couch and started talking. The month of trips to Vancouver came up and so did the topic of the gay club. Mark: The offer still stands. If you want to go to one of the clubs here at home, I'll go with you and be your first. Me: What are these clubs like? Mark: Well, you rent a little room with a small bed and a TV, and that's about it. There is a theater room where you can watch porn. Walls that have holes in them called "Glory Holes" where you can suck dick or have yours sucked. There's a big room open to all that you can participate in or just watch. There's a sauna and shower and weights if you want to work out. Me: What do you usually do? Mark: I usually just rent a locker and go to other guys rooms. For you, I'd suggest a room. Me (after my 3rd vodka): OK, i'll try it. If i change my mind, i can always just stay in my room until we're ready to leave, right? Mark: Of course! So off we go, with Mark driving. We get to the club, buy my membership and rent my room. As we go past the little display case...with all sorts of dildos and leather gear, Mark stops... Mark: Oh, you're going to probably want some of this, as he points to this stuff in the case called, "Rush". Me: What is it for? Mark: You inhale it and it relaxes you. So i buy a bottle and Mark walks me to my room, then leaves to go put his stuff in the locker he rented. While he's gone, i fix myself a double vodka/7up with the vodka i "smuggled" into the club and slam it down...a bit of liquid courage. After about 15 minutes, there's a knock at my door and it's Mark...he has on only a towel. Mark has me get undressed and we set on the bed. As he explains the layout of the club and what to expect, his hand is moving across my body, from knee to thigh to chest to neck and slowly back again. He then shows me how to use the "Rush" i just bought. Mark has me inhale just a small amount for my 1st hit. The name was appropriate...i got a rush! At first my heart raced and i felt flush. Then everything calmed down and i felt this relaxed feeling come over me...and i felt my inhibitions and fears just melt away. Mark put the bottle under my nose again and i took a deeper and longer hit. Mark could tell that i was ready. He had me lay on my stomach as he applied some lube that he had brought with him to my hole and started massaging it into my virgin hole...first one finger, then two. He had me take another hit of Rush and as i did, Mark slipped a 3rd finger into my hole. i remember moaning out loud. Mark climbed on top of me, i took another hit, and he slowly pushed his cock inside my asshole. i had put other things...small cucumbers, a carrot and a finger inside me before, but Mark's was my 1st real cock! He felt incredible!! He started out slow, applying more lube as he went deeper... Mark: I am completely inside you! I took a hit of Rush and couldn't believe these words uttered from my mouth... Me: Fuck me Mark, fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Mark started pounding his cock into my hole and after a few minutes, he slowed down, then stopped and let out a quiet moan... Mark: I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your ass...oh God!! i could feel Mark spasming and jerking on top of me, as he unloaded inside my ass! When he climbed off from me, he kissed my cheek and said... Mark: No matter what comes from this, I will always be your "1st". I kissed him back and thanked him about a hundred times. Mark fucking me opened up a flood gate, not just that night, but ever since. That night i took 16 cocks in my ass, including Mark twice...some raw, some with condoms. Mark has since retired and we have lost touch with one another. I hope that he is well and enjoying retirement. He, and his beautiful cock, opened up a whole new world for me, one that i have thoroughly enjoyed ever since...thank you MARK!!!

II, lying on my parent's bed dry-humping my dad's pillow while my aunt & uncle (who were babysitting) were downstairs. That's also the day I learnt how to clean cum off pillows!

A) Men looking for sex are incredibly fickle. B) As noted by others above, it defies explanation that what sometimes seems like a majority of men would rather talk about fucking than actually do it. C) It’s not you. However you might look or act, even if someone doesn’t find it appealing, someone else will. The only way to be disappointed is to assume that you’re going to be universally attractive. That’s never going to happen. D) Do not confuse chemistry with alchemy. Fucking at a bathhouse requires some mysterious mixture of the latter. Case in point: Yesterday evening at the bathhouse I stopped by the room with the fuck bench in it. There were three guys on the couch doing oral but nobody on the bench. The light was off. I got on the bench. Within five minutes, I was banged by all three of the couch guys, plus two more who came in to check it out. Two hours later I returned. The room was vacant, light was on dim. I got into position. Guys passed, looked in, kept going. Two came in, turned off the light, and mounted up for full-on fucking on the couch, which drew viewers. They lasted a couple of minutes. Then, everybody cleared out. Nobody even groped my ass. It’s a crap shoot. @PigBoyDallas is correct - it’s about numbers. As long as you’re there and making yourself available to the men passing through, some will eventually choose you. The less picky you are, the better your luck will be.

Sweet Mary Jesus, I apologize for the egregious number of typos and other issues in Part 2 especially. The writing process for this was a bit strange - on Thursday I kept both pictures on my desk and as details or memories came up, I'd type them quickly in to a word document - sometimes just words, sometimes whole paragraphs, sometimes something like "Aaron's Pozzing Gang Bang". On Friday evening, I sat down with the document, and started to put things in order, regardless of the order I had remembered them in. I then started a new document and attempted to write everything I remembered from start to finish and did not edit myself at all, writing for approximately 1.5 hours straight - stream of consciousness style. The final first draft was 16 pages and close to 10K words and typed quickly with tons of spelling spacing and grammar issues typical for this writing technique. I did my best to pare things down, fix things along the way, used spell check and what not and still, this is what you get! 🙂 Anyway, it's a little tough to read so apologies. Still makes me hard.

That's how I learned to jack off too. I was also about 11. The vibrating side was flat and it felt fucking amazing. I jacked off hundreds of times with that thing. One day when I was in HS (about 14) I jerked off 15 times in one day while I was home alone, ostensibly sick.

PART 2 – Whoring out Alex (Note: there are a variety of moments that occur over the next few days/weeks where, looking back, I want to smack myself for being naïve, unaware, or just insane in my decision making. It’s not to say that I’m not still all of those things, but definitely see my growth from these days in 2015.) Thursday after the sex party, I got a text from Alex and honestly, I wasn’t expecting one. My general experience with each group participant was that generally, things were amicable but that folks back-burnered each other for future PNP scenarios – less typical was becoming non-PNP friends. I’m not saying this doesn’t happen, but this topic is better left for another post. The text started simply and casually with greetings, and the how-are-yous, and the what-are-you-up tos and I was doing things around my apartment so not really responding quickly to each round of texts. Eventually , Alex asked point black “hey, can I come over and hang out?” It was a few days post party and those that have PNPd before may affirm, your critical thinking and impulse control remains suppressed for several days after. Typically, I address this by knowing this is the case and then forcing myself to evaluate every decision or choice to be sure I’m not making decisions I wouldn’t otherwise. I didn’t really want him to and told him I was planning to go to bed early, about to tell him ‘nah, I’ll pass.” Alex: “Aaaaah, bummer. I’m outside of your building in the back.” WHAT THE FUCK? I started to cross the room to the glass wall with the window which faced the alley. Was he just in the area or had he come here to ambush me with his presence? The neighborhood where I lived was a bunch of multimillion dollar old-money homes and pretty randomly, this brand new 15 unit apartment building. It seemed unlikely that disheveled slow-on-the-uptake Alex would just be over in this part of the area. I look out the window and sure as shit, there is Alex, typing on his phone. Me: “What the hell are you doing here?” and ignoring my question entirely he responded, Alex: “Can I come up?” Had I not remembered the color of Alex’s shirt from the other night, I might have thought he was wearing the same thing, except for this time this mishappen green instead of red but just as massive as the last shirt had been. His jeans looked indentical, not just in style but also the dirt stains. He had a Jansport backpack with him that seemed to be full. As he enters my apartment, I ask him a few questions to try to figure out why he had just barnstormed my apartment and my solitary evening. In my mind I’m thinking how I had just pulled out the Hello Fresh kit for that evening and if I had to share it with him that would mean I wouldn’t have lunch for tomorrow, and this annoyed me so I’m sure my tone was a little aggressive. As before, Alex didn’t seem to process the questions and his responses very narrowly spoke to why he was here but largely meandered in to other topics. I don’t even recall what those were, other than I remember saying something along the lines of “well, that doesn’t really explain things, but let’s move on.” I didn’t want to stand over in the kitchen trying to make small talk with Alex while cooking so I quickly abandoned that and ordered a pizza. Now what? Conversation wouldn’t even fill the next 10 minutes, it was only 530P so there wasn’t really anything to put on for background radiation, and I honestly wasn’t really feeling like hooking up and putting on porn, and I didn’t really want him to stay, so I didn’t want to start a movie. In the middle of some basic bitch question about his week, I remember visibly seeing a light switch in Alex and he went from dopey dude sitting on my couch, to amped up animal ready to fuck. You could see it in his face, and you could just feel it sitting next to him. I’d never see something like this before nor have I since in terms of such a n instantaneous change. Whatever sexual voodoo Alex had mastered, it flipped my switch too. I had been massively horny since the party, had hooked up with several guys since but was still experiencing that hunger for more that cumdumps like me generally feel but which is especially palpable when you’ve had nine dicks fucking you for an extended period and filling you with cum. One or two dicks a night was not going to fill the emptiness so fuck yeah, let’s fucking go! We made out for the first time – we hadn’t during the party at all that I recall. Alex was a good kisser and his mouth and breath tasted clean and like mint gum. I think this sticks out to me because the rest of him was kind of a dirty mess, so the fact his mouth tasted pristine was odd to me. He was a really good kisser and had a style, but adapted well to me and me to him. He ‘d occasionally go really deep with his mouth and tongue and probe the back of my mouth which I love. This went on for about 20 minutes and during this time we had taken off our jeans and shirts – I had briefs on which Alex quickly got underneath to stroke my dick and occasionally reach between my legs and pretty much with no hesitation, start fingering my hole. He was aggressive and very much determined to do what he wanted to do and I was really fucking loving it. His dick had popped out the hole in the front of his boxer briefs and I swallowed his whole dick all the way down to his balls. Again, I don’t think I had actually touched or really played with his dick up to this point during the party, so it was the first time I realized his dick was really nice. Like a specific – shape and direction, thickness, length, the shape and size of the head. I really wish I had a picture of it but I didn’t find one. I was raging with testosterone and lust for his dick at this point both because I was horny already, but also because of the contract between Dopey “doesn’t seem to know what’s going on” Alex and the Perfect Dicked “I know what I want and I’m going to take it” Alex. We were temporarily interrupted when UPS knocked on the door to deliver a package and when I got back to the couch he said “wanna get high?” Ahhhh fuck! Here we go. It was a school night was about as far as I got trying to come up with excuses not to when I just said “yes.” We kept going on the couch for a while when Alex pulled away, and again, in a tone and manner of speaking notably different than Dopey Alex laughed and said, “So are you just a bottom?” I had topped several times, but it wasn’t my preference and certainly not when there were any drugs involved. He accepted this and didn’t push me but did start talking about the times he had bottomed which had mostly been at bathhouses, how he didn’t understand why people assumed he was a top but that he sort of just went with the flow and finally, how he had jerked off thinking about how much he loved watching me get fucked during the party. I remember feeling like he was sincerely complementing and feeling good. He was also saying clearly in his words amplified by the longing tone he had talking about it, “I really want to do that too.” Conversational break was over and Alex stood up and pulled me up by the arm with him. He rounded the corner to my bedroom and came back with the lube, and moved the small side table on the side of the couch across the room. Again, the confident way he was moving was just different. He bent me over the arm of the couch and got on his knees behind me. This was the first time he had rimmed me. I know he didn’t during the sex party because no one really did and I definitely would have felt his facial hair. I most certainly felt his facial hair now, which for those that love to be rimmed, is fucking wonderful. It amplifies to me everything that’s happening and makes me squirm and shake and makes me even hornier for dick as it continues. He applies plenty of lube to my hole and his dick. As sometimes is the case after you have long sessions or lots of dick, my hole was still a bit tighter than it typically was and Alex’s dick wasn’t massively thick, but thick enough it wasn’t something I could just slide in. He pushed in in a way that was neither gentle nor unforgiving – he went in one smooth stroke all the way down to the base all at once and I remember moaning very loud because it happened all at once and my hole was suddenly spread completely around the base of his dick. He kept his dick there for what felt like minutes and moved his hips around, but keeping his dick buried all the way in. The feeling was so powerful that I almost felt I couldn’t take a breath and I loved it. His time spent there was clearly meant to open me up further, as he kept pushing my hole open with his deck, up, down, left, right , in a circle…whoa. He was a hole master! We fucked for about 15 or 20 minutes and it was really good. Some tops just pump in and out, some spend a lot of time doing acrobatics to the point where you don’t have any clue what’s going moment to moment. Alex combined both. He’d pump for stretches of time in and out and pound my hole, and occasionally would stop to work my hole differently, either balls deep and stretching, or with the head of his dick. I do recall at a couple different moments turning my head back to look at him and every time, he was transfixed on the porn that had been put on, which was odd because it was fully occupying his attention and yet, he was delivering anything but a pre-programmed fuck. I don’t know that I could have fully transfixed on porn while doing what he was doing to me. I think it peeved me a little bit but then he kept fucking me and eventually, picked up pace and shot his load in me. I don’t always feel the spray of cum inside of my ass - I don’t know why, but I remember moaning that I could and did feel every single spurt of cum in my hole. It felt great. We both cleaned up a little bit, I put on shorts and came out to the living room where Alex was sitting in his boxer shorts, staring a little blankly at the porn. Master of Hole Alex has seemingly vanished as fast as he had appeared, and Dopey Alex. It was insane. I asked of he wanted a glass of water and with a brief pause responded along the lines of “What, oh yeah. Sure” Again, what the fuck? I turned off the porn and put something on TV. It was around 1030P, I was tired and sleepy and it wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Alex was starting blankly at the TV screen, there wasn’t really any conversation happening, and I asked something like “so what do you have going on for the rest of the night” to which his response was “can I stay the night?” I resigned to him staying, he jumped in the shower and we got in to bed and went to sleep. 6A. I got out of bed and made sure Alex was awake and grabbed him a clean shirt before getting in the shower. I got out of the bathroom about 10 minutes later and Alex was still in bed, and somewhat frustrated said, “hey, you need to get the fuck up. I have to leave soon which means you’re leaving soon.” He slowly and reluctantly got out of bed at a speed that I could never achieve even if I were frozen solid. We made it out of the house, Alex said he didn’t have a car but also didn’t need a ride, and down the street he strolled while I went off to my day. Over the next two weeks, Alex texted a few times and each time asked if I wanted to hang out. Based on the previous two experiences and his recurring pattern of lingering a bit too long, each time I made excuses why I couldn’t. They weren’t always lies but I was definitely doing my best to avoid him. The sex was good, but it was one-off and I really didn’t know if it was just drug fueled or something he could repeat, but I didn’t need a live-in non-boyfriend. At the end of the third week, I get another text from Alex. It was later on a Friday night and I had definitely come from some happy hour with friends and was more than a little tipsy when the message arrived. I had made it home and was horny, and was probably frustrated with the lack of ready to go tops on BBRT. Oh, if I were better at navigating these moments of weakness. He showed up a while later looking like he would, slightly disheveled with another ugly shirt on. He cut almost immediately through the chit chat and asked if he could see my toy bag. (Note: at some point during the sex party, I failed to mentioned that I had gone to my closet and grabbed my duffle bag full of sex stuff – dildos, plugs, a variety of restraints, collars, cockrings, etc. There was little use of any of this during the sex party, but it had clearly caught Alex’s attention). I set it down on the couch in front of him and watched he just sort of looked at the bag. There was no touching or foreplay occurring so I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen next – was he going to grab things out and use them on me or on himself? It turns out he was curious. He unzipped the bag and began picking up individual items one by one and asking questions like “you’ve had this in our hole” holding up my largest dildo, or “damn, doesn’t this hurt” holding up one of the buttplugs you use only when getting to the heavier types of ass play. There were a few things he couldn’t identify like a leather cockring that had straps which separated your balls, and a metal ass grommet. He grabbed one of my leather collars and went to wrap it around his arm and I laughed a little and told him it was a collar and helped him put it on. It felt out of nowhere when he said, Alex: “Have you ever been to ClubZ?” I briefly share with him a few lightweight stories of ClubZ and emphasized some of the key differences between Z and Steamworks, namely that ClubZ had much more obvious drug use obvious in the behavior of the patrons and that Steamworks generally had a greater “safe-sex” contingent where as at ClubZ you might struggle to find a condom even if you wanted one. Alex: “I have had fun there but the rooms are so small and cramped.” I had only ever rented the Sling TV room (room 408) which was the biggest and largest of their rooms. I had been the next two tiers of rooms which were equivalent to your normal room at bathhouse. Twin sized cot, a room about double the width of that. I did not realize until Alex described the rooms he had been that there were three classes of rooms below the top three which were truly like capsules. The room was the size of the mattress with nowhere to really stand on the ground, there were no TVs and because they had fit these rooms in to odd places, often had unusually low ceilings. Some you actually had to crawl through a large cubby hole versus a door to get in to. By comparison room 408 was a palace. It was their largest room equipped with a King Size mattress, a sling that could be used over the mattress or raised, ample floor space, a cross, and a TV. I didn’t know where anything was headed at this point, but buzzed and horny, I shifted my energy quickly towards taking control over what would happen next that evening. Alex kept looking at me for more details of what I had done at ClubZ, what were the guys like, how long I had stayed, etc. and while I was fine telling him about these things I didn’t want to sit on the couch telling stories all night. As he had before, I asked him if he wanted to get high and as before we did. Whether because of that, or because I had determine my role for the evening, I grabbed the remote and turned on the porn again, and looked at him and directly and with no tone of doubt I was serious said to Alex, Me: “Alex, take your fucking clothes off.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed two jock straps and began undressing with Alex. I threw the jock at him and told him to put it on. I started asking him if he had been to the dark room or the fuck bench to bottom. I told him that with his looks and body it would be easy to get fucked by a bunch of guys. Not only had he never ventured in to these areas, but he said he had hangups if they weren’t attractive white guys in the range of 20-40’ish. He couldn’t really articulate why – it wasn’t really a racial thing, and he had found guys older than his age range attractive but still wouldn’t mess around with them. The no loads refused cumdump in me with my slightly impaired thinking saw this as a condition that needed a cure and my mind went instantly to figuring out ways to make him relinquish himself fully and without qualification. I told him as I had learned from others that if you’re a good bondage dom that when you were exposing your sub to new experiences, you needed to communicate to them what was happening – not in a way that communicated choice in the matter but at its core, set expectations for what was next. I explained that I was going to restrain him to help him get used to what it felt like and at each step explained what I was doing. I asked him to think of a safe word. As a sub, my expectation was that he would only beg for things he really wanted, thank me and others for thinks that had been done to him, be verbal during sex, ask for water or a break, or, if whatever was happening or he needed to remove himself from the situation for any reason, he could use a safe word. I don’t remember what it was, but he chose one and seemed relaxed. His ankles were cuffed and chained to each other, as were his wrists, leaving his hole somewhat open based on the way he was sitting. He had the jock on. I asked him how he felt about taking pictures and he expressed no real concern other than he’d like to have his face more covered. I retrieved a Nasty Pig baseball l cap and red bandana from my room. The hate went on backwards and the bandana was made in to a blindfolded in in no time, he was restrained, blindfolded, and looking like he was relaxed while confined. It was time to start work on his hole. I stood on the couch/ in front of him at first and stuck my dick in his mouth. At first I let him move his head on my dick and then pushed him back and began to fuck his face, slowly and shallow at first before deepening and eventually shoving my whole dick in and all the way to the back of his throat, causing him to cough. He did not want to stop though and tried to raise his hands to grab my hips and I think at that point realized he had limited mobility. The next hour was spent working on Alex’s hole – and admittedly, I was not as slow or gentle as I could have been. There were a few moments where Alex moaned or said ‘slow day” and I would briefly pause and then continue. The smallest dildo turned in to the medium one, and then I tried one of the largest. This large one had a fat head and was thick and though Alex initially pushed back and struggled to open, the tip finally went in and I was able to get it two-thirds of the way in. His words and his voice indicated he was enjoying it but as with most experiences like this, it was overwhelming. I pulled out the dildo a little while later, pulled down his jock, and put the shoved the lubed up Fleshjack down on his dick. I’m surprised given the giant moan he made and the way he arched his back that he didn’t shoot his load right then. After the dildos, I played around with a few buttplugs and as many do, once it was inside, he didn’t want it to ever leave, and he struggled as I pulled both out of him. It was so hot to watch. I had stopped using the Fleshjack and was instead slapping his dick and balls gently while playing with the buttplugs. Each time I would remove everything completely from his hole, he would whimper and tell me he wanted more. In honest review, he really did do a great job – he went from struggling against a tiny dildo at first to being able to open his hole for a medium-effort buttplug in a short amount off time. He had one of those very adaptable holes. We got high again and I removed Alex’s blindfold so he could watch the “Aaron’s Pozzing Gang Bang” TIM scene where Aaron’s only dream is to be blindfolded and bred by a group of poz men so he could be pozzed. Alex was very turned on by this and said “it would be really hot to be him” We paused and got high again, and I removed his blindfold while the TIM "Aaron pozzing gang bang" started, with the text that read how Aaron always wanted to be pozzed by a group of men. Some time around midnight , near the end of the scene, fueled by what I know call my “alpha energy” and other things, I told Alex to get up and get dressed. “You wanna go to ClubZ?” His answer was very clear. I told Alex to rinse off quickly but not worry about his hole. I did the same. Alex told me he wanted to bring a few things from the toy bag, so I grabbed those things and made a go bag with some fresh clothes, a few snack bars, lube and poppers . I grabbed one of the permanent markers I kept in my nightstand. We skated through the simulated bag check at ClubZ and I requested the Sling Room. By luck, they were cleaning it right then from the previous guests. I bought one of the douche kits and moments later we were in the room getting organized and ready for the evening. After heading to the shower area, it was only about 30 minutes before we were in the sling room. I adjusted the sling height slightly and then asked Alex to get up in the sling. He had bene in one before but I told him we were going to make it similar to what we had done on the couch back at my place. I chained his wrist restraints slightly behind him to the chains of the sling, and did similar to his ankles. Obviously, this left him with no ability to resist. All the time I left his blindfold off so he could see what was happening. I grabbed the permanent market and carefully wrote ‘CUM DUMP’ across his chest with an arrow pointing downward to his hole. His collar was finally restrained back loosely and the baseball cap was put back on. The last thing was to blindfold him, a small action that seemed to make thins very real for Alex all at once. He softly jerked from side to side to see how much he could move. Realizing he couldn’t he said, he asked to have a moment to adjust, and after a moment I told him we were ready. I reassured him I would not be leaving the room at any point, and I would be there 100% of the time to make sure was safe. He kept moving and squirming trying to find some movement in the restraints. He asked for more T and I gave him some and did some myself. He continued to say “almost ready” and then ask for a few more minutes and after about ten minutes, he finally stopped moving. Me: “Are you ready?” Alex: “Yes. Yes. I hope so! Yes!” Anyone that goes to ClubZ draws a certain amount of attention upon arrival, especially if they are particularly in shape and not daily regulars. This described Alex and I and I noticed as we walked up the stairs when we got there people scoping us out. Notably, I had made Alex wear the collar from the apartment so I’m sure many of the guys were already pegging him as the bottom. When I finally opened the door to the room, there were a few people lingering on the landing and a few seemed ready to fuck – they had probably been wondering for the entire time whether we were just there to play with each other or were eventually going to engage with others. The goal here with Alex and his goal was to get fucked by a bunch of guys. I had learned my lesson over the years that when in a bathhouse, you strike when the irons hot. If someone is willing to engage, engage them. Don’t back-burner them while you look for something else. This is why no-loads-refused bottoms had the most fun and if you weren’t quite there in your head, why a blindfold could help. The first guy to walk to the door happened to be a tall black guy. He walked up, stated more than asked “can I come in” and entered the room. I had seen him there before. He walked in and makes some comments about Alex looking hot in the sling and Alex started to try and engage in conversation, “what’s your name?” was all he got out before we told Alex not to worry about it. A black guy was definitely not what Alex was wanting, but thankfully for Alex, this guy didn’t not have a massive dick to start the night. The black guy lubed up and began to fuck Alex who like before, whimpered with each stroke of the guys dick. Alex was definitely enjoying himself so I walked to the door to see what other trade was within earshot. There was a group of three guys that seemed to be there together who wanted to go after the black guy finished. I waved them in to the room while the black guy continued to fuck Alex. These three were much more Alex’s desired types. I think two guys were good looking white guys and the thirds was more olive complected but not Latino – maybe Italian? I couldn’t tell. The four of us made out and sucked each other in various combinations. The non-white White guy was verbal which is always a turn-on for me and while I was down sucking one of the dicks kept on with “suck that fucking dick” and “choke that fag” and a variety of other really hot encouragements -which continued for about 5 more minutes when we heard the black guy say something along the lines of "I'm gonna cum" at which point he pumped a load in to Alex who was still whimpering just the same as he had been. The guy pulled out and Alex said something “holy fucking shit man.” The black dude vanished. I don’t even recall seeing him get off the bed. And the Verbal Guy quickly got up on the bed and one of the other guys got up as well and approached Alex’s face. Getting fucked in the face and his ass at the same time was definitely a level-up for Alex and initially he struggled to figure out how to turn his head but eventually settled in to a rhythm with two dicks in him simultaneously. Alex continued his whimpers though now muffled from the dick in his mouth. Thrupple 1 got louder with his words and kept talking about breeding Alex’s slut hole and asking him how he liked to have his pussy creamed. I remember him using the word pussy a lot, which I sometimes use, but not as often as this guy. Thrupple 1 continued to pump in and out as he came, and then gave Alex one final balls deep blast and pulled out rather quickly. “Fuck him” he said to Thrupple 2 who did exactly that. He was slightly slower in motion I think because he was already close to coming and sure enough, after a little over than a minute, Thrupple 2 came in Alex. All the while, Thrupple 3 was standing in the corner jerking off and I sort of motioned to him that he was next, but he shook his head and told me he had just cum. Thrupple 1 had come up behind me and started pawing my chest from behind and I could feel that his dick was still fully. He pushed my back forward just a little but and pushed his dick in with pretty much expert aim and I was a little shocked he managed it. “Now you have some of that nut inside his hole’ and pulled out. The Thrupple was done and said “ catch ya later” and made their way to the door which had four guys blocking it standing shoulder to shoulder. The moved aside for the Thrupple and I asked the guys who wanted to go next. At this point I realized that I’d never really engaged this much at a bathhouse ever. I was most often in Alex’s position, or taking dick from someone random behind me, never really making conversation. No here I was walking around and engagement people, encouraging them to take their turn on the cumdump Alex. The next couple of guys came in, fucked Alex, and came in his hole followed by another after that. At this point, I don't think Alex knew what dick or who was in him - he certainly didn't after a few more because he said something like "are your friend still here?" to the guy fucking him, presumably talking about the Thrupple earlier. He hadn't realized there had been several other people in there since then. Several guys would walk in and watch, some would fuck his face while he was getting fucked, I would suck or make out with some of them. Some of the guys came and some of them just fucked him for a while without cumming. During this time I kept Alex hydrated and let his legs down a few times so he could stretch his legs. Each time I asked him if he wanted to keep going and he said he did. I broke out of the sex has of it all when at some point, the guy come over the loud speaker to say that rooms X, Y Z were nearing checkout and I walked over to the lock box closet to grab my phone and see what time it was. I think we were meant for checkout around 8-9A and we still had several hours left. Alex was in the sling and not getting fucked so I told him I was going to the bathroom and would lock the door and would be right back. On the way back, I saw two people I had seen at ClubZ before and after some chit chat asked them if it was worth sticking around so late/early on Saturday morning, because there was definitely less activity than there was during the first few hours and I didn't want to stay there and be bored. They unanimously agreed that it WAS worthwhile to stay and said there have been quite a few times where surprisingly a new rush of guys shows up in the early morning hours. Maybe it's the pre-weekend shift trade crowd? I took them for their word and headed back to Alex. Alex was surprisingly energetic given he had just been fucked a ton. He was still bound to the sling and seemed comfortable like he was watching a movie in a recliner. I raised the blindfold and detached his wrists and told him to relax for a little bit. He was not clear about what had happened prior to this and though he knew there were other guys fucking him, he had this impression that the Thrupple had been there the whole time. I remember similar sensory things happening when I was in his position. He indicated he wanted to stay a while longer but also told me to keep asking if he wanted to go because he wasn't sure if how long he could go. I think at this point there were maybe 2 or 3 more guys that came by and fucked him, and I think only one of them came. The crowd at this point was definitely high and the "early morning" crowd did appear but I think were completely sober so maybe a bit overwhelmed by the scene in our room and were probably looking for something less elaborate than a guy in a sling. I eventually unbound Alex from the sling and told him to relax and take his time getting down and just chill for a bit. I locked the door and went a grabbed two waters from the vending machine and brough them back Alex drank his plus half of mine. "Holy shit!" he kept saying again alternating with "Fuck!" sitting up on the bed and looking dazed. The "CUM DUMP" on his chest was still there. I packed up, we both got dressed and I prepped Alex for leaving reminding him we were going to be walking out and it was at least somewhat light at this point and that we were going to be hopping in an Uber. I know the feeling of leaving in the daylight, having just been blindfolded for hours in an altered state and I didn't want him to have any anxious feelings, especially because we clearly looked like we had been partying and probably smelled like sex and would be around a stranger. We made it to my place and Alex jumped in the shower and I did afterwards. When I came out Alex was semi jerking himself with no porn or anything at all, and looked like he was starting to feel the impacts of what he had done. I didn't bother asking if he wanted to stay given the previous two times, and he said he just wanted to sit on the couch for a while and watch porn. He was cold so I grabbed some blankets and we both sat there just a little dazed. He'd occasionally say "holy shit" or "fuck" and then start asking a question like, "so what did they..." and "who was the guy that said..." and I tried to answer as much as I could. I could tell he wanted to ask me whether or not all of the guys had been “attractive white guys” in his age range but I think he knew at that point they hadn’t been. He did at one point play with his hole a little bit and I don’t think he’d ever felt it feel that way before. He would occasionally look over at me and smile a little and seemed pretty content. “Thanks for doing that with me” he said and then asked if I had fun. I told him I had a great time, and was happy that he felt good about the experience. It was sunny as fuck that morning and we never really fell asleep, maybe dozed for a bit. At some point I realized I was hungry as hell, so was Alex, and he was willing to go out to breakfast. We got dressed, I gave him a pair of cheap sunglasses and we went to one of my spots I went to when I didn’t really want to be seen. We were both obviously in a haze and Alex wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway so we ate rather quickly and walked back to my apartment a few blocks away. I asked where his car was and he said he hadn't driven here. I asked if he needed me to drive him somewhere, and he said he would just walk. I gave him a bottle of water for the walk, asked him again if he needed a ride, then told him to stay hydrated. He grabbed his backpack and walked out. That was the last time I ever saw Alex. Some random that just three weeks earlier had shown up at my house for an unplanned sex party where I was the cumdump. The guy who told me he had fantasized about doing what he had seen me doing. And who allowed me - a guy who up to that point largely was only a cumdump and often submissive - to dominate him. I texted him a few times over the next week just to check in and see if he was okay and he responded with his typically short answers. Yes, he was okay. He also made comments alluding to how he had enjoyed that night and had thought about it since. I remember feeling like he had walked away feeling like he had fulfilled a fantasy and had fun. The conversation just sort of fizzled out and I never received another text from him asking if I wanted to hang out. And at this point, I had moved on. He wasn't ever going to be someone I would pursue for a relationship or any kind, I wasn't very curious about knowing more about him, so eventually he just sort of faded in to the background. And it wasn't until seeing these pictures that I even remembered he existed, or that this night had occurred, or that it was connected to this wild sex party I inadvertently hosted. Only because I've always been that guy who takes a shit ton of pictures and stores them in the cloud was I able to piece this back together, via a series of photos before during and after the sexy party and before during and after the Club Z night with Alex. They say a picture is worth 1000 words – in this case two pictures have generated quite a few more. As I said at the beginning of this, I’ve unearthed a lot more pictures that bring back memories that I’ve long since forgotten. I look forward to unpacking each of them slowly but surely and working to remember what I can and writing about them – it was both interesting and therapeutic for me. And as for the sex party and the night with Alex, what a fucking memory! -------------------------------------------- (POST NOTE: Also featured in pictures was a night at my apartment with one of my best friends a few weeks after the night with Alex. I made dinner, we wore pajamas, and drank and watched movies talking about our lives. He's one who I share everything with, and I remember telling him about this guy Alex and the wild night and mentioned casually that he kept staying over. My friend perked up and asked me what I meant, and I explained. My friend looked me dead in the face and said, "Dude, do you think he might be homeless. XXXX (our mutual friend) had the same thing happen with this guy for a few weeks and eventually the guy said he was homeless." I don't know if that is the case, but it makes a lot of sense and honestly, if I had known this, I would have expressed compassion in a different way, it just didn't occur to me that he might be. )

We have all been there. I don’t understand men who act like that. Every male knows that monogamy is for women. Men have an instinctive need to spread their seed. For them to judge or put down someone that is doing their instinctive need to serve is wrong on so many levels. Don’t let it take away from what you know is your purpose. I also have a feeling they are probably the first ones in line for free pussy.

Just took a few loads from a dude on here for the first time 😈 met up in a wooded area and sucked him off. Then went back to his place to breed. Fucking so hot having his loads in me as im getting ready to go to my bfs house

I don't even bother watching porn where guys use condoms unless they eventually ditch the condom and go to bareback or the condom breaks/gets torn. I feel the same way about guys pulling out to cum...what a waste! I wanna see the guy cum inside the guy's ass knowing he took the seed and got bred. Love raunchy talk and hearing guys beg for the load, hearing the top groan knowing that they've shot deep inside the bottom's hole.

Most guys now do Chaturbate, OnlyFans, and other online stuff instead to generate interest and drive people to their own websites. That way they get paid direct and its fairly steady revenue if you know how to work it. I know some guys who did porn before it dried up and died are on there like Johnny Stone, Ethan Steele, and quite a few others. They're still in good shape and have followers. I have buds who do it and I've done it too but didn't stick with it...honestly it takes a lot of effort and work to make it pay off. But the old days of porn studios are pretty much gone along with DVDs and VHS tapes. I mean, they are still around but its not like days when people would go and rent DVDs or buy them. It all went online. Its like that for music too...easier to go direct to the public, make more money that way. The guys I know who do the whole Chaterbate/Only Fans stuff do OK...you're not going to get rich doing it, but it helps pay bills, sometimes you get guys who tip nicely, want private shows, or something more.

A lot of guys are all talk and no action.. lol.

All I can offer is my own experience: I met my life-partner at the tubs, doing what he loved to do right next to me, doing what I loved to do. Without going into all the then this happened, then that happened, we became a couple, whose relationship was founded on the principle that each of us would take pleasure in the other's sexual Lusts. We hit the bars/backrooms together, sometimes we'd go to different bars, sometimes one of us would stop off mid-day for a quickie at some abs, and that only made our bond even stronger. If he was a little late, I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. If I were a little late, he knew exactly what I was doing. It made my Cock haaaard, knowing he was sucking off Cocks at some gh. He always loved when I picked some guy up to bring home, and the reverse was just as true. In 30 years, only once did some kid think he was going to get pushy, which is when he found out the hard way what "pushy" really means. I vote for being completely open and honest with one's partner, and from day-one. There's really no good reason not to.

Wow what a fantastic chapter! I read every word of it and damn it's amazing. The way you write verbal poz sex between a prolific gifter and his latest conquest is just magnificent! Of course my mind is racing trying to think of what's gonna happen next now that a hot 22 yo nephew is in town.

Part 34: What Men Want (The Final Part of the Fuck Night) (Peter’s Perspective) “He doesn’t know?” “No,” Jay said. “And he isn’t going to find out.” “So, he thinks it was your boyfriend?” Jay nodded. The revelation of this secret has my mind racing. Will had told me what had happened between him and Jay, how Jay had sabotaged his condom, ensuring Will’s toxic cum will fill his body, and while I could see that it had felt to Will to be a breaking of trust, Jay’s manipulation of the situation got me hard. Weren’t we all like Jay? Weren’t we all hypnotized by the darkest parts of ourselves, doing as our devil on the shoulder told us? Jay knew what he wanted, so he did what he had to do to get it. He wanted to get closer to Will, to what Will had become, and he decided to do what he had to do in order to bridge the gap between them. He wanted to be poz, this new perversion of sex now within his grasp, so he did the only thing he could do. Will believed he had dodged pozzing his brother, but it had been all a lie. Looking at Jay, my cock jumped. He was such a fucking hot man. “Why lie to him?” “Because I needed him to talk to me,” Jay said. “I didn’t want to lose my brother again, not now when we’d finally been able to get close.” “And by that, you mean getting your brother to fuck you.” “Like you wouldn’t if you could?” I smiled. Jay sighed. “I know what I did went too far, but isn’t that what we’re all doing? I mean, come on, you just fucked me in the bed you share with your wife.” Jay was right. I knew he was right. We were all racing over the line of what was considered morally good, decent, acceptable. Will was still pretending to be the picture of religious perfection along with Pastor Kline who was getting fucked by his own son. Jay had tricked his own brother into pozzing him and then lied about it. Dom had taken a pure man and tainted him… he had done that with all of us. And me, I fucked a student, both of my pastors, and have had so many shots of toxic cum shot into my body that I should have been drowning in it. All of us, if anyone knew the truth, would be run out of town immediately. “Are you going to tell him?” “It’s not my secret to tell,” I told him. “I’ve got my own secrets to keep.” I looked around the room, eyeing the broken wedding photo, the bed in which my wife and I had not had sex in for years but in which I had just fucked a poz man, and Jay who did what he had to do in order to keep Will in his life. I looked at everything that surrounded me, and I felt strange. There were seven men in my house, including me, who were either poz or trying to convert, all fucking their brains out. Never had I thought I could do something like this. And yet, here I was, desecrating my marital bed… and I loved it. I thought back to the moment in my office when I could have let Lewis go, allowing him and me to continue on with your lives, unhindered. But that’s what you’re doing, I realized. Once we’re pozzed, we will truly be unhindered. We’re shaking off the constrictions, the weights holding us down, stifling our truest desires for men, sex, and toxic cum. It’s what we want. It’s what I want. “I want to leave my wife,” I said. “What?” Jay stared at me with a look of shock, as if what he had just told me about Will wasn’t the more surprising of our statements. “We don’t love each other anymore,” I told him. “She just puts up with me. I try to stand her. She hates me touching her. She doesn’t want to fuck. She thinks my hyperspermia is disgusting when everyone here knows it’s a gift. It is a gift. If it wasn’t for that, I would have kids dragging me down, tying me to her forever. I’m not tied to her forever.” “You really want to leave her?” I stared at Jay, a smile filling my face. “Yeah. I do. I want what you have. I want freedom. I want to drive around the country and fuck as many guys as I can, filling them up with my toxic cum, converting as many men as I can along the way. I don’t want to be the perfect husband anymore. I don’t want to hide my perverted side when I love that side of me. I want an arm like Dom, filled with the marks of men I’ve knocked up.” “Don’t get carried away,” Jay said. “I know that’s ironic coming from me, but you need to think about this. You’d be blowing up your whole life.” “Good,” I shouted. “I want to. I want to blow the whole thing up. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking who I want to fuck. I want to get a huge biohazard tattoo on my body, letting everyone know what type of man I am.” Jay was silent. After a moment, the rush started to diminish, and I found myself realizing everything I had just said. Was I really going to do all that? What I going to end my life in order to start a new one? The idea made my head spin. Actually, my head was hurting. And was it getting hotter? "I'm ready," I told Jay. "Fuck whatever was before I fucked Lewis. All I care about is what I've got brewing inside me now. Speaking of which." I pushed Jay down on the bed, grabbing his cock and jacking it off. "Eager man," Jay said, his hands reaching up and running down the sides of my increasingly warm body. "Want this poz slut to fill you up?" "All the way," I told him, straddling his body and grabbing his dick. I lowered myself down, waiting for his cock head to press against my hole. "Fuck my prostate, and I promise to shoot the biggest load you've ever seen over your whole body." Jay smiled. "Now that's something I'd like to see." "My pleasure." My hole opened and Jay jammed his cock into my body, the thickness threatening to tear me wide open. With pleasure, I thought. With pleasure. (Will’s Perspective) “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, his one hand cupping his balls while his other twisted his nipple. “Fuck me harder.” I slammed my dick into his hole, feeling Dom’s cum sloshing around in his guts. Having known Lewis for all these years, never in my mind would I have thought of him as being this horny. Yes, he was a young man filled with crazy hormones, but he was revealing to me just how sex-crazed he was. He moaned loudly, his hands reaching all over his body to twist, pinch, cup, and rub whatever he could to heighten his sense of arousal. Clearly he wasn’t going to be a top or even versatile. He liked having his hole stuffed full with toxic meat, threatening to rip open with each thrust. His body was the type to use until it was worn out. I knew men would love using him. He also didn’t seem like he’d be the alpha in whatever relationship he was going to end up in. I knew some men submitted themselves to others in master/slave scenarios, and I could see Lewis doing the same, giving himself up to a man better than himself. The thought caused my cock to jump. “Are you a horny little slut?” “Yes,” he said, relinquishing his nipple and grabbing his cock, pumping hard. “A huge slut.” “A slut fucking his teacher,” I said, imagining the scene as Peter had described it. “I bet you’d open your hole to every guy at school if you could.” “All of them,” he said. “You’d get on your knees in the locker room and suck off all your teammates.” “All of them,” he said. “I’d suck down every drop.” “All the teachers, too?” “All the men,” he joked. “I’d fuck them all for good grades. Fuck it, bad grades too.” “How about all the men at church?” I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting, causing his body to shudder. “All of them,” he cried. “Line them up at the front. Fuck me on an altar.” “Once you’re poz,” I said, listening to his panting, knowing he’d be cumming soon, “you’ll be whoring yourself out to every man you find.” “Every man in my dorm.” “I bet you’d even fuck your father,” I added. Lewis’s eyes opened, looking frightened for a moment before filling with lust. Never had he thought of fucking his father, but the thought was now in his head. After seeing Ryan fuck his own father, I think we all had it in our minds. Isn’t that one of the draws to Pastor Kline, I questioned, thinking back to when I saw my father’s face in place of his. Did I even want to fuck my father? Wasn’t fucking my brother enough? Doesn’t matter, I thought, my pace quickening, obliterating the young man’s insides as Dom had. I’ll never fuck my father. “I’m cumming,” Lewis said, his hand nearly ripping his cock off as he jerked out a thick load of cum which splattered over his chest. His hand over his balls squeezed tight, as if he was juicing himself for all the cum possible. Staring down at the young man, I wondered what his parents would say if they knew all chances of him being a respectable man with a wife and kids was being relinquished to the very men they trusted to guide him. I thought of all of us, all of us who looked one way to the world but were toxic on the inside, giving ourselves up to Dom and the tally marks on his arms. I looked down at my tattoo, my biohazard symbol over my heart, knowing it was what I wanted more than anything. It was who I was now, and I relished bringing Lewis into the world of depravity. “Are you ready?” I moaned, my balls rising into my body. “Do it,” Lewis said. “Breed me. Breed me deep in my slutty hole.” I scooped up his cum on his chest and smeared it over my tattoo, mixing it into my chest hair. “Look at me,” I told Lewis. “I’m your future. This is what you’ll become after tonight.” “Please,” he cried, “make me like you. Make me in your image.” I slammed my cock hard into his ass, pumping my toxic cum into his waiting guts. Lewis arched his back, his body shuddering, the force of my dick across his prostate causing him to cum hands-free. “I’m filling you up,” I said, admiring his hungry eyes. “You like getting filled, don’t you?” “It’s all I want,” he said, his breathing labored. “What’ll you do when you’re pozzed?” I asked, my cock slipping out of his hole. “Don’t let that leak out.” “I know,” he said, his hole keeping my valuable cum inside him. “I won’t let it drip out.” “You’re learning.” He smiled. “Maybe I’ll be like you,” he said. “Like me?” “Maybe I’ll be a pastor, looking all innocent on the outside, and I’ll be able to fuck men in the church without anyone suspecting.” “Thinking big,” I said. “Though, I’ll warn you, it isn’t easy finding men to fuck.” “You found us.” “We got lucky,” I told him. I leaned down and kissed him. I swore I could taste Dom’s cock on his lips. “And I’m happy we did.” (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) August 1972 “And this, Mark, will be your room.” I followed my RA into the room, looking over the two beds, the two desks, two of everything. “Looks good,” I said, dropping my bag on the floor. “Freshman rooms are small, especially with two guys living here.” “Yeah,” I said. “I’m looking forward to a roommate.” What this guy didn’t know was that I had truly been looking forward to this moment. It had become a fantasy of mine, though it had been kept a secret from everyone. There was no way anyone would know that I was gay. It was even something I suppressed to myself. Though I was a bit afraid of rooming with another guy, possibly popping a boner in front of him, unable to control myself, the possibility of having sex for the first time with him also excited me. I hadn’t met the guy yet, but I was still excited. “Actually,” the RA said, checking his sheet, “looks like we’ve got an odd number of freshmen in this strip. You’re rooming alone. Lucky you.” “Yeah,” I said, feeling my excitement diminish. It wasn’t easy being gay, even in 1972, especially at a religious school. I was studying to be a pastor, my father’s choice. That’s what I get for hoping, I thought. I knew it had been a long shot. There was never any chance of getting my roommate to fall for me, to do what everyone knew was so abhorrent. I’ll never know, I realized. I’ll only ever have my right hand. “Funny,” the RA said, breaking me from my wallowing. “I’ve never seen anyone so upset that they aren’t getting a roommate.” “I was just looking forward to having someone else,” I told him. “You know, a new place. A new time of life. I just wanted someone I could lean on.” “Well, you aren’t alone,” the RA said. “There are a ton of guys here.” “I guess,” I thought. Admittedly, that thought did give me some hope. Maybe I wasn’t the only one here. Maybe I’d find someone like me, someone who didn’t “fit in” like everyone else. How I’d find this out, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to make it obvious and get myself beaten up and kicked out. “Plus,” he said, “I’m here for whatever you need.” He reached out a hand which grabbed my shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Just ask.” He smiled. Am I crazy, I wondered, staring into his eyes, admiring the beauty of his face, of his voice. Was he lingering? Was he trying to tell me something? “Thanks,” I finally said. “No problem.” He lowered his hand and started walking out. Fuck, I thought. Even his butt looks incredible. “Oh, by the way,” he said, turning back. “I’m Ben.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm trying to move the story to a point in which I'll be taking a break. Not sure how many Parts are left till then, but I'll try to leave you with enough to satisfy. When in doubt, read one of the many other incredible stories here, or reread this one.

By chance, I read the story tonight. Jeezus F. Crisco, you don't often read a line like "I rode it like a 16 yr old cheerleader rides the qb of the football team." Hell yeah, we're drooling for the next installment just like the narrator is drooling over Ricky's dick....

Exactly. These guys wish they were secure enough to live out their sexuality and be as physically and sexually appealing as you 😉

You will always have these types of guys, I get slut shawmed all the time for changing my sex, but I have come to wear it as a badge of honor. I look at these people and I know they are jelous as they don't have the nerves to live our lives as cumdumpee or givers that will happily give you there seed. So they become keyboard bullies so they can feel good about themselves. Time and time again I have mentioned that I was fucked BB all through the AIDS pandemic, never got AIDS back then did pick up my fair share of STI/STD's back then. I do take PReP now just because I am so promiscuous. I also get tested once a month for all the nasty bugs related to sex So stay strong in your commitment.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XI: AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR On a rare cold rainy morning in Los Angeles, I got a text message from my brother Mike. I don’t communicate much with him, in part because, like a lot of adult siblings, we have very little to say to each other and disagree about most everything. But the main reason is that 23 years ago, Mike married a devout Christian woman who never stops telling everyone just how devout she is. I found her smug, gloating condescension incredibly irritating and over the years, all when I was with my ex and leading a monogamous life, my visits to their house 500 miles away outside Tucson dwindled down from few to none. My ex didn’t like her, and didn’t respect my brother much for not standing up to her in anything, from their taste in décor to the incessant, collective guilt trip she was laying down on their three kids, all judgement and darkness. And now that I was a out-and-proud poz predator, having by now converted over 20 guys to the joy of poz-life, and with an untold number of second-generation poz progeny out there, I certainly was in no mind to be part of their lives. Just the thought of being at their house and going for a swim and having to explain the biotat and the 2 dark X’s branded across my abdomen, each one signifying 10 men converted to HIV by me (and with a few more in the pipeline getting me close to my 3rd “X”), made me laugh. Of course they’d never understand. So, it was no surprise that his text that morning caught me off guard. I resisted opening it on my phone as I was making coffee for my latest conquest Richie who was just stirring in the bed after a night where I brushed his hole twice and deposited three helpings of my HVL seed into him, and this morning, I had wanted to get Richie loaded up one more time before sending him on his way. I was certain I had done my job last night bringing him into the brotherhood, but I wanted one more load of virus from my AIDS-dick to get into the cute stud from Portland who flew down here to get upgraded to POZ. So, I ignored the text messages from Mike and went about my business. Richie was a tall skinny guy, indeed his twitter handle was @oregonstringbean and all of about 25, with dark curly hair and a light coat of wispy body hair down his chest and on his butt. When he arrived last night, he was trembling slightly as I answered the door to let him in. I sat him down with a glass of wine and we talked for over an hour. I’m respectful of the process guys take to get to my door for their conversion. Of course, once a guy is in my house, he doesn’t leave un-pozzed, but I do let them relax first and open up… before I open them up. “Just something I need to have, I can’t fully explain it,” he finally uttered as he sipped his second glass of Malbec. “I’m scared of what’s to come but I’ll be so disappointed if I don’t go through with it, it’s been burning in me for a few years now, and when I saw your twitter page, I knew it had to be your strain inside me.” “I’m happy to poz you up, kid,” I replied, getting into my standard speech I usually give at this point, “Just remember…as I said in my email and to which you agreed…once I’m fucking you, I will not pull out under any circumstances until my poz load is inside your hole….no matter what you say, it will be too late. If we go upstairs,” I continued, pointing at the staircase up to the pozzing chamber, “ you will be tooth-brushed, fucked hard as many times as I want, and you *WILL* be pozzed. So, Richie, are you ready?” With a big gulp of the last of his wine, he set the glass down on the table and looked up at me and said “Ready, let’s do this, Sir please bring me into the POZ Class of 2023!” That was all the confirmation needed last night, and I hustled the young guy upstairs, my POZ weapon standing at attention and ready to do it’s evil magic on his hole. By now, I have the method for poz conversion pretty much down and hard-wired into my brain and my potent poz cock. I start out with some nice deep rimming of the hole to get them relaxed, then dip the toothbrush into some melted saved loads I stock up and keep in shot glasses in the freezer. Working with purpose, I get the brush up into the hole pushing past the 2nd ring to be sure to scratch up and bloody the passage, getting it ready for the invasion of my deadly dick and cum. I give it a good 5 minutes of brushing, pushing down on the guy’s back if he starts to wiggle around or buck like a bronco. His hole, his immune system, his destiny is in my hands now so I’m in charge and I push him back down on the bed and continue with the task at hand. And there’s always a sock to muzzle his mouth if he complains too much. Next comes my pierced POZ cock to replace the bloody brush. I thrust it in with one fell swoop getting it down the root to bring him balls-deep into the brotherhood. My pre-cum, always bubbling and oozing from my cockhead greets his insides first, very possibly pozzing him right then and there. But we gotta have some fun here, yes? Deeply thrusting in and out, bringing my cockhead out to observe the blood drops on my 0g PA, and then ramming it back into the hilt – this method works best on me to get a nice load of virus brewing in my toxic balls and after a few minutes of this back and forth he is ready for his first proper insemination of my pure high-viral HIV. Naturally, I ease the way with plenty of POZ talk in his ear: “Fucking you straight into the club, pig” “No going back now even if you wanted, it’s too late, you’re a fucking toxic cumdump now” “Welcome to HIV, kid, it’s gonna live inside you, getting stronger.” “Now you carry my strain, you gonna poz up guys and share my virus, boy?” It was around that time I first heard my phone text alert “ping” …Choosing to continue to ignore it (not yet knowing who it was, what could anyone want that was more important than my pozzing this 25-year old guy??), I carried on with my work, popping a lucite plug into his hole, turning him on his back and wedging a pillow under his legs to let gravity assist in the infection process. I rolled over next to him to re-charge. Since getting into the HIV Club courtesy of my hot pozzer buddy nurse Keith, my cock and balls, not to mention my brain, have been taken over by the bug, it’s only goal to spread and replicate, and my balls recharge like never before, ready to re-inject hot liquid poison into the nearest hole. This was no exception, for in 10 minutes I removed the plug from Richie’s used hole and was tagging him once more, hard and deep, into the POZ ’23 Club, another load of swill spilling into him and branding him with my HIV strain. Again, a few minutes later, as I re-plugged his worn-out hole, my phone text alert pings and again I ignore it. I try to sleep a little then, Richie reaching over to turn me towards him and make a spoon, my dripping cock tight up against his ass. He is crying softly and I reach to hold him and stroke his hair…A lot of them get emotional after they’ve been pozzed. Through his soft sobs he struggles to find words: “I’ve never felt so alive, I swear I can feel it already turning me, Sir. Thank you, Sir” We remained that way all night, close together. At some point I rolled over on my other side and he nestled up against me, building our bond as POZ maker and POZ son. It was then 8:00am and I’m making that coffee when the phone text I mentioned catches me again and I see who had been texting: my brother. I’m planning to load up Richie with my deathseed one more time before calling him an Uber for the airport and his flight back to PDX. While the coffee is perking, I return back to my latest prey who is fingering the lucite plug he kept in his well-used hole all night. I dive in to extract it and as I pull it out, I see all three of my viral cumloads got absorbed into the guy’s insides. I know he’s leaving here pozzed, and this sends my cock standing up again…Lubing up quickly, I fill his hole with my poz pole and quickly make work of it, sending another volley of virus into the kid. His membership in the Club is complete, I am so happy and proud, I’m getting close to my 3rd “X” tattoo…and I make a mental note to get on my tattoo guy Eric’s calendar. He did my 2nd ‘X” about 3 months ago – Eric was on his 4th then, and I can’t wait to earn my 3rd and see what number the prolific pozzer Eric is up to! Shortly thereafter, Richie is in the shower, I’ll order his car in a minute. Now with some coffee, I can concentrate on whatever bullshit my brother’s been texting me – probably some recycled meme from his stupid wife Meredith that will go right into the digital trash. But I open up his texts and see something very different: “Randy, you have to help me, call me please” was the initial text, from 8:00pm last night. “Randy, if you see this message,” was the next text in the string, “I need your help with Clay.” “Randy, please let me know I’ve done the right thing with Clay.” That came in at 2:00am And the final text from this morning, just before I seeded Richie for the 4th time…”Randy, I hope you’re seeing these messages. Please call me. Clay is on his way to you. I didn’t know what else to do…” “What! FUCK,” I say to the coffeepot, “what the fuck is he doing sending me his kid?!” I quickly call my brother and he skips over the phony pleasantries that we endure on our usual infrequent conversations. “Clay is in trouble, Randy, I didn’t know what else to do. Hang on, let me go out to the backyard,” he says, me figuring out he’s trying to stay out of earshot from the dreaded wife Meredith. “Last night, we were all just sitting around the dinner table, and Clay just like that, came out of the closet, Randy. We were all stunned. The two younger kids didn’t bat an eye and I was trying to be supportive, but Meredith…” He didn’t have to finish that sentence, for I was familiar with Meredith. But he went on: “Meredith flipped out, and started screaming about how he was going to hell and the devil was inside him, and she totally fucking lost it, Randy, she packed a bag for him and threw Clay out,” my brother was crying now, “and I just let it happen, Randy, but that was when I told Meredith to go fuck herself and I ran after my son.” “I caught up to him and he asked me to drive him to the bus station. We talked for awhile and he told me he’s been wanting to leave for months now, ever since he graduated college, he’s been miserable here with Meredith and he’s already got a boyfriend and a place to stay in L.A.” “I told him, Randy, to go to your house first and if there’s anything he needs, can you get it for him, Randy and send me the bills and I’ll Venmo you the money. I don’t want him there all by himself with only some guy he barely knows, whoever this boyfriend is. Please say you’ll let him stay a few days and let him get settled, Randy. I know it’s asking a lot but please…” By the time I listed to all this, Richie has emerged from the shower and is packing his overnight bag. I come back into the bedroom, stunned at what I have heard, and stunned at myself for agreeing to Mike’s request. Clay’s bus got to L.A. about an hour ago, so he’ll be here soon. I need to get Richie out now. Richie is basking in the glow of knowing he’s about to convert in a few weeks after his years-long, off-and-on chase for going poz. I’m really proud and happy I was able to help…but I gotta do this quickly: “Remember, don’t take any other poz loads from anyone until you get the fuck flu and your test is POZ”, I tell him, “so we know it was me who got you there, and text me the pic of the test for my collection.” Richie is beaming at me, comes over to me to kiss me deeply. “Thank you again, Sir, you are my pozzer, my maker, I will carry your strain and propagate it at will.” With that, I tell him his car will be here in 2 minutes – Francisco in a silver SUV – small world, I pozzed Francisco about 4 months ago even though he was on PrEP at the time, and I just have to laugh at all my worlds colliding. I hear Francisco’s car pulling up in front of the house. Opening the front door to let Richie out, I see my nephew Clay standing there. He has grown into a fine young man of 22, obviously one who works out as his T-shirt is doing little to hide his strong chest and thick arms. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him in person, and I’m shocked at how gorgeous my young nephew is. “Clay, come on in,” I say to him. Richie passes by him on the doorstep and turns around to view this strapping youth from behind. “Have fun, Randy,” Richie calls out, thinking Clay is my next pozzing scenario. Francisco lowers the passenger window on his SUV and cranes his neck to get a better look at my nephew’s ass in his jeans. “Hey, Uncle Randy, thanks for this,” and with that he comes in. What have I committed myself to??!

Chapter 27: Anon Breeding Just as we awoke from our nap, my friend texted me and said they had arrived. I sent him a pic of Marc's plugged and marked ass I invited them to our cabin, and they quickly arrived butt naked and semi hard. My friends dad said good job, two loads already in, and he hadn't seeded his son yet. I told him we had planned to take Marc to Fantasyland and suggested they join us. I explained that we just introduced piggy sex to Marc and he loved it. I suggested we visit Fantasyland and then back to their cabin for some poz pig sex, reminding them Marc's ass was for our use only though. Marc was amazed at the stations along the trail. They were all occupied as it was still not check in time. My friend and Marc quickly became close friends, and my friend said he wanted Marc to breed him. Marc asked if it was OK to breed someone and I said yes, just not getting seeded. As all the trail sections were full, my friend suggested we go to the arcade and visit the Pin the Cock on the Pig game. What a great idea! This would be Marc's first experience with anonymous sex. We first stopped at the toy store, where we found an interesting reverse chastity plug. It was basically a jock, with a butt plug attached to it. There were two rings attached to it. One would go around the cock, and the other on the jock to place a lock on. This made it impossible to remove the plug. We trusted Marc, but it was a small price to pay to be sure he resisted all of the temptation he would encounter. The greatbm part of the jock was there was a hole in front to stick your cock through so you could still fuck someone! There were five gloryholes available when we arrived. Only one was occupied with a BBC hanging from it. Now the game was mostly for bottoms to expose their holes for anon breeding, there were no strict rules. We told Marc to sample all the asses, but to seed the one he liked the best. Marc looked at the BBC in amazement and I said what are you waiting for? He immediately wrapped his lips around his massive cock and started sucking him. We all paid our fees, and positioned our asses at the glory holes. I knew Marc was methodical and told my friend to take the first position and his dad the second. My step dad took the third, and me the last. Marc had no idea all of the asses would be ours, as we told him to enjoy all the ass he could, and we would be exploring other venues there. After Marc's mouth was filled with cum, he didn't as i expected and went to the first ass in line. He did as was told, experiencing each ass before deciding which to breed. His choice was my friends ass first, but being a young buck, he was good for multiple loads, and my friends dad got his second load. We told Marc to meet us at the snack bar for drinks when he was done. Of course as my step dad and I didn't get his load, we were the first there and had a piss cocktail. Although you provided the piss, they now added the option to add a shot of alcohol to it. My dad added tequila, and I added rum. We had filled our glasses full of piss, and sampled each other's drinks. Marc arrived next, and we explained to him to fill a glass with his piss, leaving room for alcohol. He didn't make fill the glass much, so we ordered him a double tequila. Marc took a huge sip, and said his throat felt like his ass, burning! My friend and his dad then arrived, filling their glasses with piss. One added vodka, and the other gin. We all tasted a sample, and Marc said he preferred it directly from the tap. My friend suggested we head back to their cabin for a sampling of poz pig sex. We all agreed.

I was stuck at dallas airport for 8 hours trying to travel for july 4th. I started chatting with a guy about two hours in but he was a bottom and said he only wanted to suck no recip so I passed. A little after the airport was pretty dead between flights so I hit him up and asked if he was still interested. There was a bathroom near security that no one was really hanging around. So we meet up in the handicap stall and he starts sucking me. He's a daddy type and definitely knew how to suck. After 5 minutes finally another person walked in which kind of ruined his blowjob cause he wasn't trying as hard after so he would be more quiet. I was getting hornier so I reached around and stuck my hand down his pants and played with his ass. When I did that he pulled his pants all the way down and turned around for me to fuck him. I wasn't really planning on it but I was close. I had enough precum to slide in but it dried up really quick so I came ASAP before it got too sticky. He told me to leave right then since the bathroom was empty and I left him to clean up. I guess my gate was on the opposite side because I didn't see or talk to him after that.

Just took a load from a man I met on Growler. He was my first uncut cock and I absolutely loved sucking him before, during and after he bred me.

It could be worse… Such a cuddle parties have been popular here around (Germany) for years, even if not in both houses or dark rooms, but at least in private gatherings, but still widely known. Apart from the cuddling and non-penetrative action, it’s all about touching each other, feeling other men’s physical warmth, candles, dimmed light, chill out ambient sounds or songs of gay iconic divas and all other things wanna-be-romantic. And yes, they talk - about intimacy instead of practising it. I mean, good for those who prefer that, each to his own! Years ago, I once attended that and it was quite a toxic vibe there… everyone thought of himself to be better or kind of elite, “because there are so many more important things than sex”. Needless to say, you could notice the one or the other two or more guys sneaking out to fuck in secret. Although it’s still popular and widely known, that hasn’t really spread in comparison to actual group action in venues like bath houses or dark rooms. But such concepts always will find new followers (who take themselves to be everything else than slutty), so beware of cuddle pox!!

Part 13 All four of us went in the house, and I suddenly felt like I needed to get rid of the three huge loads of tina piss that were mellowing in my cunt. My ears were still ringing, and I felt amazing and greedy. Chuck had a large shower, big enough for four people, and Adam and I both stripped and he laid down on the floor. I relaxed and let go of all of the piss that was inside my cunt, all over Adam, especially in his mouth. It was mixed with globs of stranger cum, left by all of the men who’d bred me since I started at the mall. When was it? Yesterday? I really wasn’t sure, all I knew was that I wanted another cock inside me, NOW. Because I was a fucking whore who needed his cunt bred again. Chuck and Daddy were watching as Adam drank as much of the slam piss that came out of my ass as he could, the rest dripped all over his blonde beard and hairy chest. When I was done, and all the piss was gone from my cunt, Adam had probably drunk half the three loads of piss that were in my cumdump. He got a huge grin on his face, shook his had back and forth and said “FUCK. I love chem piss! Daddy! Will you breed my cunt? Please?” My Dad started to laugh and said, “Let’s rinse the top layer of scuzz off all of us,” and he turned the shower on high and hot. We all rinsed off while making out, me with Adam and Chuck with Daddy. When we were done, Chuck led us down the stairs into the basement. There was a back door to the house that led into it, and a well equipped dungeon. A large bed with rubber sheets on it was in the corner, and in the center of the room was a sling, with a bench next to that. Adam immediately hopped in the sling and we got him situated for a nice breeding from Daddy. “Please, sir, please breed my cunt! It needs more cum in it. Justin has so many more loads than I do. My cunt feels unloved.” Just as he said that, a dribble of jizz came out of his hole. He grinned and looked longingly at Daddy. I knew Daddy could never resist a boy begging for cock. Daddy walked over to Adam and spit in his face. “Dirty fucking cumdump. You want my cock, son? You want this cock raping your sexy little furry cunt?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please rape my furry cunt!” We all laughed and Daddy shoved his rock hard cock in Adam’s sloppy hole. Ramming it all the way home, Adam moaned when Daddy’s nuts hit his taint and Daddy started slowly pounding away at his cunt. "There, you filthy fucking faggot. Your cunt is full of my cock. Nasty little pig." “Thank you, sir, I fucking live for cock. Drinking all of that chem piss really got me fucked up again. I feel like such a dirty whore, sir!” “That’s because you’re a dirty little Navy whore, sailor,” Daddy said. We all laughed because we knew it was true. Daddy kept ramming the fat cock that made me, the cock that I loved so much which had taken my cumdump cherry so many years before) in and out of Adam’s furry hole, making him moan and beg for more. Daddy spit on him again, “you’re just a filthy little faggot. Do you deserve another load, sailor whore?” Daddy shove his fat cock in Adam’s cunt brutally and held it there. I knew exactly what that felt like. His huge fat throbbing cock had been inside me so many times, I knew it so well. Adam sucked in his breath and moaned loudly. “Fuck, YES, DADDY! Please rape another load into my fucking faggot sailor pussy!” I was taking a break, playing with my soft tina dick, watching Daddy fuck Adam while Chuck sat next to me on the sofa. He laughed and said “You OK, Justin? You want something up your cunt?” “Fuck yeah, Chuck! I want you to breed me again. But I also want you to keep whoring me out. Will you do that for me?” I looked up at him with my best puppy dog look and he laughed. “Already done, sport. There’s a bunch of other guys coming over to breed both of you. Your Dad and I can’t do it alone, can we?” I reached over and kissed him hard on the lips, and I could feel him reach down and push a shard of tina into my cunt. I relaxed so he could get it far inside me, and then he led me over to the fuck bench. I could feel the burn and felt even more spun as the huge shard melted inside me. Chuck laughed and said “don’t worry, there’s more where that came from, my housemate is a dealer. He’ll be along later and will want payment for the tina your dad and I got from him. We’re planning to offer your two cunts to partially cover the cost. I crouched down on the fuck bench with my furry ass in the air, and Chuck slid his cock home inside my pussy. Daddy was hard at work nailing Adam and telling him what a dirty little sailor faggot he was, and Chuck had just told me he was whoring my hole out for drugs. I smiled and knew I was in for the ride of my young life. I wondered if I would be able to get 50 loads of jizz in my hole. Only one way to find out.

Snug in my bed, around 10:00 the next morning, I sensed Brad stretching next to me. Bring 6'6", he takes up a lot of the bed. Still with my eyes closed, I reached over to feel his chest and felt an extra pair of hands. I looked over to Brad and saw Justin lying next to him with a big smile on his handsome face. Justin is 6'4", so it's a good thing we have a big bed. Brad reached out to snuggle with Justin and I at the same time. This felt great having the three of us in bed together. Brad said to me, "Well, Rik, that was certainly a wild night. Are you OK with what happened?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, wild doesn't begin to describe last night ... and we should talk through our next steps." Justin piped up and said, "Um ... maybe I better leave you guys to talk. Sounds like you have some heavy shit to discuss." "Actually, Justin," Brad said, "I think one of the things we'd like you consider is being a part of our relationship." Justin looked at me and then Brad, then got a puzzled look on his face. He said, "We just got pozzed Rik last night and that's what you want to talk about?" I thought for a second and said, "I can take PEP within three days and stay neg if I want, but we should make that decision together as boyfriends." Justin said, "Fuck that is heavy shit. Can we grab a coffee go for a run first?" We grabbed some tank tops and shorts to head out for a run. it was a good idea that Justin had. A run was a perfect way to reflect on what we did and how the three of us should go forward ... together. Justin's big pierced cock flopped around nicely in the short, and Brad's sexy body was total eye candy. I'm usually the competitive one, liking to run ahead to keep a fast pace, but I really enjoyed the view of seeing the back side of Justin and Brad. With their athletic bodies and in the best of health, these two poz guys could have anyone they want. I'm a lucky guy to have them want me. It was a quiet run, and we were all thinking about last night and what we're going to do going forward. After getting a nice sweat on, we arrived at the outdoor exercise area in West Hollywood Park. There are rings, parallel bars and push-up bars there, so it's a nice spot to get a quick muscle pump. I threw off my tank top and went on the parallel bars to get in a set of dips. After a minute, I look over to Justin and Brad who are busting a gut - laughing at me. "What are you two up to", I asked. Justin spoke first, "Remember last night when we wrote on you with the marker?" All of a sudden, I remembered them writing "poz me," "cum slut," and "neg4poz" on my back ... and here I am in the middle of West Hollywood Park with my shirt off. I said, "I'm guessing it's still there, right?" At the same time they said, "Yep." Brad added, "Plus the arrow that leads to your hole!" All of a sudden Justin runs off and grabs my tank top. I should have seen this coming. Here I am in the middle of West Hollywood and I'm marked up asking to be converted. Brad took off running after Justin, and I had no choice but to go chasing after them. Shirtless in West Hollywood isn't a big thing, but advertising for poz cum doesn't happen every day. Stopping for the first red light crosswalk was brutal, but became easier as guys either pointed at me or made a comment to whomever they were with. With only one red light to go before I could get to my street, I hear, "Rik - call me sometime, I'll help ya out!" And there's the sexy Physician’s Assistant, Shawn, from my doctor's office. Fuck! Shawn has done my blood tests since I started playing with guys, and I've had the hots for him the whole time. Slightly shorter than me, he's in his 40's and is a 5' 10" stud muffin with a killer smile. Although before now, I've only seen him in his nursing scrubs, I've always perved over his vascular arms. He's joked with me that he wishes my veins were as easy to stick as his are. There's just something so sexy about a veiny guy. Full of embarrassment, I spoke up, "Shawn! What's going on? I was just out for a jog." Shawn smiled and said, "Looks like you were out looking for more than exercise. What's the "neg4poz" thing about?" Holy shit ... are we having this conversation now ... stopped on the sidewalk with all these guys reading what's written on my body? I said, "Well, it's kinda a long story..." Shawn said, "Let me guess, it was a dare?" Relieved at the great excuse, I said "Exactly. It was a dare." He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Bullshit." Crap... I said, "Shawn, I can explain it to ya, but can we walk to my place? It's just up the street and I should get this writing off me." He gave me a quick smile, and gave one more look to the writing on me. He said, "And you'll tell me more about why you wrote "poz me" on your back?" At that point I would have given him the PIN code to my debit card. I just wanted to get off the street. I turned and headed home with him in tow, "I'll explain it all, and I might need your help." At the last crosswalk, a guy behind us said, "There's the cumslut from last night!" I turned around and there was Bruce and David from the gym. Shawn saw the look of desperation in my eyes, then he slid his hand down the waistband of my shorts and gave my butt a squeeze. He looked back at the two guys and said, "I'm here to get the job done." With that he gave my nipple a tweak and we left the guys with their mouths hanging open. We got to my place and I heard the shower running, so I invited Shawn to have a seat so we could talk. I explained, "Here's the short version: Last night, my boyfriends and I went to the baths and got a little crazy. I took their poz loads, and also several other guys ... and I'm sure a couple of them were poz." I finished the sentence and sat back and let him absorb the message. There was no value in dishing up a lie, I had to tell the truth. Just then, Brad comes into the room carrying my shirt and wearing just his jockstrap, "Hey slut! I found your shirt... Oh.. sorry." "Brad, this is Shawn, my Physician's Assistant at my doctor's office. Shawn this is my boyfriend ... one of them." Brad said, "Let me put some shorts on, I'll be right back." Shawn gave a big smile and said, "Don't get dressed on my account!" Just then, Justin came out from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Shawn, and his mouth dropped open. "Shawn, hey stud!" Justin and Shawn shared a kiss and a hug. "So you guys know each other" I asked. Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, we sure do, but that's not why I'm here. Let me ask a couple questions" Shawn continued, "Rik, you said you were bred by poz guys. Were the guys undetectable?" Justin interrupted, "No, I fucked him and I'm off my meds. With my viral load I might have pozzed him." Shawn asked Brad, "Are you poz as well?" Brad said, "Yes, but I'm on meds but undetectable." Shawn thought for a moment and said, "Well, if you're looking for judgmental moralizing, I'm not your guy, because you can get that shit anywhere. You have three days to get on PEP if you want to try to fight converting. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Otherwise you can take your chances on your immune system fighting it. Or you can join your boyfriends and converting. Those are your options. I have an opinion, but Brad and Justin need to help you make that decision." The room was quiet for a couple minutes, and I said, "I think the three of us need to talk this through to figure out what to do. It's a big decision to allow the virus to take hold." Shawn nodded his head and gave a sympathetic look to the three of us. He said, "Justin knows a little of my story, but you guys don't. I've been poz for six years now. I was a bugchaser and found some guys to convert me in a way that was meaningful to me. I didn't make the decision lightly, and it was one of the most important ones I've ever made. I've never been on meds and don't plan on taking them. My viral load is in the millions and I seek out guys with high viral loads to make me even more toxic. I take care of myself in every way, and that includes getting bred with all the poz cock I can get. Having a toxic viral load is part of who I am." The room went quiet again, and Justin said, pointing to Brad and I, "And so you two know, Shawn pozzed me. He fucked his toxic load into me over several dates and I converted. That's how we know each other. I'm carrying his DNA. I wasn't chasing, but being with him convinced me to embrace being poz and share his virus. He didn't coerce me or force me into anything. When we did it, I was begging him to poz me ... I wanted his cum to convert me. I can never thank him enough." After a couple minutes to think about that, Shawn said, "If you want go to on PEP, here's my number. Call me day or night and I'll make it happen. If that works, you can go on PREP and fuck all the poz guys you want and stay negative. If you decide that's not right for you guys, no big deal. I'm here for you in any way you need. Unfortunately, I need to head to an appointment." He stood up first and I noticed he had a hard-on ... as did Justin under his towel and Brad's cock peeking out of the top of his jock. Everyone took quiet notice of the affect this conversation had on us. Before he walked out, I said, "Shawn, on the street you offered to help me out when you saw "poz me" on my back. Does the offer still stand?" Shawn smiled and said addressing my boyfriends, "First you guys figure out if PEP is right for Rik and the two of you. If you're going to join the Brotherhood, give me a call. It would be an honor to seed your hole and add my virus ... as long as your boyfriends agree." I gave Shawn a kiss and a hug and he walked out the door. With the three of us standing there with shameless erections. Brad said, "OK, that was totally hot in a perv kinda way." I agreed saying, "I've always thought he was hot and knowing he's not only poz but virulent makes him event hotter ... and I want to lick his veiny arms and legs. Fuck, wasted guys are hot!" That kinda just blurted out of nowhere, and the other guys just laughed at me. Justin said, "I feel like we're on the Maury Show ... Rik might be pregnant but we don't know who the father is." We all laughed at the idea. I looked at Brad and said, "If I was going to be poz, I always thought I wanted you to do give it to me." Brad looked at Justin and said, "Don't take that the wrong way. I'm that was before the three of us really bonded. And I think I know how he feels. I was stealth pozzed, so I don't know whose toxic cum got me." I looked at Brad, "If I didn't convert right now, would you go off your meds to build up your viral load? That way we would know for sure it was the toxic strain from only you guys that converts me." Brad grabbed me and gave me a big hug. He said softly into my ear, "Of course I would, if that's what you want to do. I'd love for Justin and I to be the ones to poz you." I felt Justin behind me and he joined in the hug ... mostly I felt his big cock against my crack. I said, "Hold that thought. I gotta shower. I stink and I need to get this marker off me." Brad smiled and said, "I was thinking of redoing it!" With a wink, Justin grabbed his cellphone, "Take your shorts off so I can capture this. We need to save this because maybe we'll use this for a template at the tattoo shop!" Being photographed like this had me rock hard. It was humiliating being treated as a piece of meat, but I get that my boyfriends had my best interests at heart. Brad said, "We gotta figure out where his biohazard tattoo goes!" I just looked at Brad and said, "Yeah, we need to talk about that if I turn poz." Brad's cock instantly got rock hard at that idea. Justin's cock was already poking out of his jockstrap, so we were all ready for play. I said, "I gotta shower ... be right out." It was good to shower off and relax for a couple minutes alone. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours and it was a lot to digest. I scrubbed off the marker that was on my front and hoped the loofa would take care of my back and butt. In a way, I have a feeling I was going to miss being marked. I dried off and found Brad and Justin in bed, with Justin lying back getting his cock sucked by Brad. I joined in to get Brad's cock in my mouth, while positioning my cock towards Justin. Brad's cock tasted great, and I love having him in my mouth to please him. Justin was playing with my cock while he was getting sucked off, and then moved to my balls and then my asshole. I moaned softly when he slid his finger into me. Brad said, "Oh, you want some more of that, huh? Brad pulled off Justin's cock and flipped me over onto my stomach and then onto my knees. Brad and Justin were behind me on their knees. I could feel their hard cocks against my legs, while they both played with my hole. Brad said, "Well, Rik, it looks like you're begging for another poz load up your hole. Is that what you want? Justin chimed in, "Fuck yeah, look how his hungry hole is relaxing for us. I think he wants our infected loads in him, don't you, slut?" (to be continued)

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

I hooked up with a guy a few months back who had insisted when we were chatting online that it had to be safe. He had a big enough cock, about 9" & slightly thicker than average, so I didn't complain. We wasted little time on niceties when I got there, he had me drop to my knees in the hallway and start sucking his already hard cock. Within a minute he was ripping the wrapper off a condom, pulled my head off and walked into the living room telling me to bend over the couch. He yanked my pants down and shoved his cock right up me. Now, I had prelubed after cleaning out, so this wasn't as difficult or painful as you might think, but when he got to my inner ring, he just kept pushing, telling me to "relax and take it". With a lot of focus and some careful movement, I managed to line him up right and finally one of his thrusts went right thru, popping like a jar opening, but it was just nicely tight. He started saying "yeah, that's it" over and over. He kept up a steady rhythm for a good 10 minutes and my hole accommodated him snugly. Then he gripped me hard and shouted "fuck yeah here it comes" and shot off while still thrusting hard. The usual couple of bumps and grinds to finish off followed, then he slid out and sat down beside me on the couch. "You gonna clean this up or what?" he asked, and I immediately knelt down to find a slimy, cum-covered cock with the remains of a shredded condom crammed like a rubber ring around the base. "When did that happen?" I asked, slightly surprised. "When your ass couldn't take my cock, it snapped. It was your fault. Now you're full of my cum, slut. Suck it." And he chuckled like some Bond villain. Needless to say, I obliged with the cleaning. Had another two fucks afterwards. No more mention of condoms.