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MIGHT BE fiction! We were playing in a dark maze at the top level of the sauna, with a mixture of tops and bottoms and a sling. A patron that I was bending and sucking his dick, starts trembling and apologies and asked to be excused, he was walking unsteadily and slow away from me and I led him to a small private room within the dark maze to settle down. he laid down, and I could have a better look at him, he is a 40+ year old average looking bear and was shaking/shivering uncontrollably and running a temperature. “It got worse” he lamented. An awkward silence and he got weaker and laid on the bed. I spread his legs, lubing his hole, (I’m vers), and finger him, his insides are clean, and I lube my cock and start to missionary him looking into his eyes, hoping that I’m fucking a newly Pozzed ass. i start to engage in poztalk with him, and he reciprocated positively (pun intended)- appears that he also suspect that he is going through early stage of his fuck flu 🙂 it makes my dick harder and I seldom top, but this is making me very horny, although I’m shooting blanks into him. i didn’t last long on his newly Pozzed, feverish arse, and I blew my load into him. About to leave when I saw his rock hard dick pointing at me, but I’ve came and would have lesser inhibition to be a bottom. Hence, I start wanking him off, with more poztalk and telling him sweet nothings. I stroke his chest and play with his nipples and sense his body tensing up, I quickly went down on him to take his very fresh and new poz load. i made my leave from the room, I start drinking a little and slowly enjoying my well earn poz cum. Then I passed by the dark maze with the sling, I recognise the same unwanted bottom hogging the sling with actions happening beside him (this sling lizard doesn’t gets the hint doesn’t him?) I went up to the unwanted bottom and slowly spit out the poz cum to lube his bottom, and he was so excited and I am careful to spit out bit by bit , to minimise wastage. Eventually I gave him all my hard earn poz cum into his well lube arse, and I kiss his forehead and say “nah, I’ve came already, and am helping you get lubed up for other tops” I winked at him and left the sauna.

Hey buds, as some of you know I've been out of the game for a year and a half now due to health (lung) issues. I just lost my mojo and had no desire, much less stamina. During my daily inhalation treatments I always watch the porn you guys have posted here - thanks for that! Then somehow last Friday I found myself suddenly coming back in heat for no apparent reason. I couldn't believe it. Started pumping my tits again - they're pigtits, wired to my hole. And then hit up an old regular FB. He was totally up for it and came over on Saturday. He has the hottest body and cock and always finds me ass up, door open. He bred me so fucking gone that I saw stars - it had been waaaay too long. I then resubscribed to BBRT and posted an ad there - picked up another load Saturday night. So I kept posting and the joined sniffies on Monday. Have been bred 3 more times, twice yesterday including a hot one from sniffies. After some chat he was over in 15 minutes - wanted me blindfolded and ass up, which I complied with. It was so hot being an anon cumdump again, not know who or what he was. It only took about 10 minutes from him to pump a hot load into me, slap me on the ass and leave. I must confess that I did check out my RING door camera and saw him arriving and leaving - he's totally HOT!!! Nothing I could ever have imagined. I pray that he hits me up again. Sorry to be so long winded but I'm just glad to finally be back in the pig pen again getting my tits worked hard and my hole used and bred. Reading and watching Breeding Zone every day has totally encouraged me to get back into it and brought me back into heat. Hope the ride lasts. Thank you guys! OINK!!

I'm home visiting my family and I knew that this place was pretty dry ( I grew up there after all). When I arrived I was pretty excited that Grindr and Sniffles were pretty active. Well after a few days and a bunch of flakes, nada. Well being my last night here, I tried again and boy did I got the jackpot. Good looking guy, late 30s, a nice thick 8" cock. He invited me over and greeted me at the door smoking a cigarette. He gestured me to the back and had a porn going. He encouraged me to get comfortable. We both stripped down and he was already almost hard. He asked me if I wanted to get on the bed or if I wanted to suck his dick which I did. Dude was leaking precum like crazy and it wasn't long till he passed me some poppers which let me swallow it all down. A few minutes of this and he directed me to the bed, on my knees and with a quick swipe of line he pushed into the hilt. The first load probably only lasted fifteen minutes but it was intense. We chilled for a few afterwards. Round two starts on his chair with me bouncing up and down until back to bed where he had me folded up like a cheap lawn chair for about thirty minutes until he blew a second load in me. Excellent and we are going to meet up tomorrow for a final load before I head back home.

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan and Ben met each other on the internet. They were both 18 years old and looked for companionship, since they were both still in the closet. They talked about their dreams, their school, about their sexual fantasies and about their families. It is not easy to come out, if you were raised under Christian guides. Both families were heavily engaged in their churches. There was no way to just come out and tell them ‘Hey Mom and Dad…. I have to die…. I’m just kidding…. I won’t die. I am only gay.’ Both parents would have probably said, it would be better that their sons were dead instead. Ryan lived in Macon (Georgia), while Ben was from Rome (Georgia). After chatting for a few days, they planned to meet in ‘real life’ in Atlanta. It wasn’t that easy, because Ben had no car. He had to borrow it from his mother. Ryan’s parents bought their son a car, when he turned 18. The two guys could have been brothers. They laughed about it, when they first met. Both teens had blue eyes. Both were blonde. While Ben had curly long hair, Ryan had a nice sidecut. Both twinks were around 5,6 feet tall and were quite slim. And even sexually they were both totally bottom guys. They couldn’t even think about sticking the own cock into someone else’s orifice. They would rather fantasize about jocks, passing them by on the streets of Atlanta. Or classmates they had, who were captain of the football team. They even managed to connect their families, by telling them, they both met on an interschool scientific project. And since both boys were totally alike, and were both from Christian families, the parents would allow overnight stays. On one of those ‘week-end’ occasions, the two friends surfed together on the internet. They were logged into a gay dating portal and browsed through the pictures and ads. “Here…. look at this. Gang-Bang Atlanta Bottoms Wanted….” Ryan pointed at the screen. They opened the profile and saw some pictures of different sized cocks. So far so good, they thought. Both admired the different shapes and sizes and expressed both, that they would love to get fucked by these guys. The profile stated 8 tops and 1 bottom were looking for other participants. Ryan had a raging hard on and Ben also massaged his cock underneath his jeans. They just left the profile, when a message popped up on their screen. BioHazard1 asked if the guys would like to get their asses fucked by eight BioHazard Tops. Ryan replied ‘That would be great. We both would love to be hammered by your big cocks’ *he wrote the message, without Ben’s approval and hit the ‘sent’ button* Ben laughed out loud, when he saw, what his pal was offering. BioHazard1 sent another message and demanded some pictures, since the their profile had none. Both boys discussed, if they should send their pictures to the guys. They agreed to send a fake picture from the internet, to keep the horny game going, but in the meanwhile another message appeared on the screen. Biohazard1 said ‘We could use Skype and sent the address needed.’ “Oh oh… and now?” Ben said and slapped his friend playfully over the head. “We could open the cam and turn it around for a while. I would love to see those cocks” Ryan pouted. Ben was the scared and shook his head. He wouldn’t hold his face into the cam. He got up instead and left the range. Ryan was a little bit more cocky and sent a request, with his cam turned to the wall. On the screen another room went alight. Four jocks were sitting in front of the cam. They were cheering and yelling at them, smiling into the camera. Then one guy asked, why the cam stayed dark. “That’s such a bullshit. If you want to fake stuff, then look for other guys. We are serious about meeting, you little fuck. You are probably….” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Ryan turned the cam into his direction now. Why did he do that? Maybe he just wanted to show, that he was for real. Maybe he wanted prolong the chat, while watching the guys on the other side. Now that they saw Ryan they hollered again. “Fuck – you are hot. Where is your friend?” “He is shy and standing further away. Ben, come back here. It is only fair, that they see you, since we can see them” Ryan begged his friend. Ben rolled with his eyes and walked back to his seat. Another four guys came into view. You couldn’t see all the handsome faces, now that almost all guys were in front of the cam. When they saw Ben they freaked out even more. “When can you be here? We want to rip your asses apart” the same guy said. He stood up and held his dick into the cam, which was such a fat cock. It reminded Ryan of a huge coke can. “How big is it?” Ryan asked. “Nine inches! Come and try it out. I will make it fit…” the guy growled. “We’re in Macon right now and it is quite late” Ben mentioned. “Fuck that – come here at once. We need guys like you offering their pussies. Come and be happy with our dicks… that’s what you need you FAGGOTS.” “Are you two brothers?” another jock asked. “No – just friends, but we are both totally submissive. We love to bottom. Do we have to fuck also?” Ben wanted to know. “If you want to get hammered only, it is fine with us. Just bring your bodies to us and we will do the rest” the others cheered. “So we would be three bottoms?” Ryan played on with the game. “Fuck that old slag here. We will kick him out if you two dolls are coming. We really want to fuck you bad….” Both twinks were already massaging their bumps in their jeans. “Show us your assholes faggots. Turn around and show us your hole…. BITCHES” several guys yelled and showed their bare penises. “CUNT CUNT CUNT….” they shouted out loud. Ryan stood up and turned around, while opening his jeans. “Are you serious?” Ben was totally shocked. “You can’t really show your….” he continued but was too late. Ryan moved the chair away and lowered his pants and briefs. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed his virgin asshole. Because of his fair and blonde appearance he almost didn’t have any hair around his pucker. You could hear loud cheering form the speakers, before the sound and the picture stopped. Ben had disconnected the streaming. “Are you totally nuts? Your parents are sleeping downstairs. Do you want us to be killed?” you could see he was really agitated. Ryan was still standing there bare assed. His face was totally red and all of a sudden he felt also ashamed of his actions. He pulled his pants back on and sat down in silence. “I am sorry… but I felt so horny and these guys are so cool. Did you see the sizes of their cocks? We should be in Atlanta and not here. Oh man – this sucks!” Ryan answered. Suddenly the guys heard another signal. A new message came in from Biohazard1. ‘Hey – what happened? Where have you gone?’ Both guys just stared at the screen. Biohazard1: ‘Are you scared?’ “Are we going to answer them?” Ryan asked. Ben didn’t react. “Look – if we just run away, then this might happen over and over again. And I don’t want to run. I want to get fucked…” Ryan sighed. “Ok…. answer then” Ben nodded. ‘Yes we are scared’ Ryan replied. ‘What is your status then? Do you know?’ Biohazard1 wanted to know. Ryan and Ben didn’t understand the real meaning of the question. ‘We are both still in the closet. That is our status. Our parents do not know that we are gay and we never met other guys for sex. We didn’t even fuck each other, because we are both strictly bottom.’ Ryan wrote honestly. ‘So you are both virgins?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Never had a cock in your ass or mouth?’ Biohazard1 replied. ‘We are totally new to this… I mean I know where it should go in and what it does there, but I am not so sure about Ben though’ Ryan hit the ‘send’ button and laughed. Ben gave his thigh a knock and both friends laughed. ‘We respect your virginity and understand your fear. But it would be cool for us, if you could decide to keep the contact to us.’ Biohazard1 answered. Both lads couldn’t see the guys on the other side anymore. If they would have seen them, they would have doubted the honesty of those words. “Fuck…. fuck…. they are virgins. We need to get our toxic junk into them… come on, write something nice. Don’t fucking lose them” some guys whispered to the one, who called himself Biohazard1. ‘I am not talking about the sexual aspect here. Although we would answer you those questions too. But it seems to us, that you need some assistance. Some sort of guidance – maybe from guys who are a bit older than you and have some experience already.’ “What do you think” Ryan asked Ben. “They sure looked like horny jocks, but I think we could really need some help to get out of this hole” Ben sighed. ‘We would love to keep the contact. We got you on Skype. Maybe you would like to talk to us tomorrow?’ Ryan suggested. ‘We would love that too. Have a good night then’ ‘Good night and May God Bless you all.’ That was the second, when Biohazard1 shot a load all over his keyboard. They would drag those Christian boys down. All the way…

PART 1 I found out last Saturday that I had to travel to SoCal at the last minute, so I left Tuesday morning and headed down to my client's site. Spent most of the day in and out of meetings and then finally left around 6:30pm and drove thru a Carl’ Jr then headed to the Best Western about a half a mile from the work location. I pulled into the parking lot next to a white work truck not thinking about much but getting my keys and getting to my room and eating and relaxing after my long day. As I got out of the car I noticed a black man sitting in the truck smoking a cigarette and talking on his cell phone. The truck was running and the windows were up so I couldn’t hear what was being said. I took a good look, saw he was an older black man with a scruffy beard with some greying and a short afro style haircut... he noticed me lookin and he looked back we caught eyes and then I looked away and headed to the office to check in. I got my keys and as I was walking back to the car to get my things, I saw him get out of the truck and walk into the door right next to mine.. I got my stuff from the car, went over to my room and was putting the key in the door when the door next door opened and he came out talking on his cell phone. we looked at each other again, I nodded my head to acknowledge him and he did the same and I went in my room set my stuff down and sat at the small couch to eat my Carl’s Jr... the curtains were open with just that white privacy curtain drawn closed but it wasn't completely closed, there was a gap of about two inches between them.. the black man stood outside talking on his cell phone kind of pacing back and forth between the front of his room and the front of mine, I could hear some of the conversation and my guess was he was talking to his wife... as he paced back and forth, I would sense him looking at me thru the curtain gap and I’d look up and catch him looking, a few times I’d see his shadow coming and i'd be looking by the time he came by and he'd see me looking at him.. this went on for about five minutes or so and I was eating while we kept exchanging glances... a few minutes later as he was standing in front of my window I heard the door open again next door, another black man came out and told him he'd be back and got into the truck and left.. he kept talking on the phone and pacing and we kep looking at each other while I ate for probably another 5 minutes or so before he finally hung up the phone and went back in his room. I really couldn't hear much from the room next door but the tv running, I finished eating and started to unpack my dress shirts and other stuff that needed to be hung up and then turned the tv on myself and laid back on the bed to relax. after about three minutes I heard the adjoining room door on his side open and thought that was odd, thinking maybe he was unfamiliar with them and he wanted to see what was there, but then about five seconds later he knocked at the door and I heard him say "yo".... I got up from the bed and went to open the door and I said "hey whats going on" and he looked at me said "so whats up" and not sure where he was going with this I responded "what do you mean" and this time he stepped forward into my room reached down and adjusted himself real quick like black men do and then he said again "so whats up" and this time I was starting to understand where this was going and I responded "just kicking it here after a long day, how about you?' and now he reached down with his hand and started stroking on his shaft with his thumb while he was talking to me and he said "i think u know whats up, I seen you lookin - I look at you, you look at me we be lookin back n forth so what up with u? you dont need to play eyeball no more if you a fag lookin for some dick I got some, I can give you some for real you dont need 2 be cute about it... so I remembered my teaching from my black master and I responded "just like that, huh?" and he responded "yea, just like that" ..i told him I was down and he asked me how much dick did I want. he told me he was staying there with a buddy from work that he kicks it with now and then and that his buddy would probably be down to give me some dick too or it could be just me and him.. I told him I was cool with two guys and he said give him a minute he was going to call his buddy and he did, he had him on speaker phone, his buddy answered "yo whats up" and the older black guy said "you wanna get your dick wet tonight" and his buddy responded "yeah, what you got in mind" and he said "got some boi pussy in the room next door he cool taking us both on" and his buddy responded "he a freak?" and the older black guy nodded his head yes while he looked at me and said "yes" to his buddy on the phone and his buddy said "aaaiiiggghhtt ... imma get some drink at the liquor store n hit the burger king, lets kick it after we eat" and the older black man said "aaiiightt .. late!" and hung up. he looked at me and said he'd get me when they were ready and I said ok and he left the room and closed the door on his side and then I closed the door on mine but left it unlocked. I went and laid back on the bed both amazed and worried and confused because I really knew nothing about either of these two and I didn't even get to see the other black man at all really just saw him quickly in passing walking toward the truck.. about 20 minutes later I heard the door open to the room next door and then heard him and his buddy talking but couldn't make out much because their tv was on but I could tell the spoke for a couple of minutes and then started to eat because of the silence in between the sentences, so I decided to get myself ready for whatever was going to happen next.. after that I went back to watching tv while I waited. Finally about 40 minutes later I heard the adjoining room door open on his side and then the older black man, now in boxers and a tank top, came in and said "we ready" and I got up and walked into their room. I finally got to see his buddy, he was tall, like 6" and very slender, probably weighed about 160 lbs at most, in his late twenties, not very attractive honestly, actually kind of ugly, looked very rough and ghetto, had his hair in corn rows with a few longer strands on the sides and back and he was laying back on the bed shirtless with some yellow basketball shorts on toothpicks for legs but no obvious bulge... as I walked in the buddy said to me "so u the bitch givin up that pussy tonight" and I said "yeah I guess so" and then the older black man introduced me to his buddy s Leon and told me that his name was Vince and I told them my name was Richard. Vince told me they were in town from Bakersfield working on a freeway construction project nearby, but they lived in Bakersfield, I told them I lived in Vegas and was there for the week on business heading back on Friday and they told me they would be there thru Friday morning as well and then heading home. After a little small talk Vince took off his tank top, dropped his boxers and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. I took this as my cue and took off my t-shirt and shorts and boxers and Leon dropped his shorts as well.. Vince had a nice looking dick and was already starting to get hard and I walked over and got on his bed on all fours and started to suck his dick, which had just started to grow as I started sucking on it and moments later I felt Leon rubbing my ass and spreading my ass cheeks open and I heard him say "damn, pussy looks good" and Vince responded "this mouth feelin pretty good right now too"... as I was sucking on Vince's dick I could feel it continue to grow bigger and wider and bigger and wider as I sucked it and then I started to feel it form a mean upward curve as it continued to inflate in my mouth and spread my jaw open, his mean upward curve was now very obvious and I had to lean my head forward more to accommodate his fat curved dick as I sucked it, I could hear Leon licking his fingers and rubbing my ass with his other hand and then he started to stick his thin bony middle finger in my ass and twist it around and he said to Vince "damn, pussy feel tite, we gonna have to bust it open" and Vince just responded by saying "u know it". By now I had already figured out that taking Vince in my ass was going to be a challenge because of his wide girth and because of the mean upward curve, I kept sucking on his dick and he was moaning and saying "oh yea baby that’s how daddy like it, lot of tongue and no teeth" and Leon was twisting his finger in and out of my ass while stroking it in and out and then I felt two fingers go in and more twisting and stroking.. I kept sucking Vinces dick and every now and then he'd put his hand on my head to adjust the pace and then let go, Leon pulled his fingers out and stepped off the bed and returned a few seconds later with some kind of lube (later found out it was cocoa butter) and I felt him lubing up my ass and heard him stroking the lube on his dick.. Vince asked him if he was gonna tap that ass and Leon said yes and Vice responded "aiiight, imma kick back and enjoy this head action"... Leon was busy fingering my hole with the lube now and doing a one finger then two finger alternation for a bit before I felt him move up behind me and get ready to stick it in.. remember, I had still not seen his dick and didn't recall seeing a bulge either so I wasn't sure what to expect, I was already surprised by how big and fat Vince's dick was and how curved it was too. I continued to suck Vinces dick and finally started to feel Leon rubbing the head of his dick on and around my hole and from what I could tell at that point it felt like it was probably a little bit bigger than average but nowhere near as fat as Vinces dick.. finally Leon held my ass and started to slide his dick into my ass and I felt my ass open up and confirmed that he was a little bigger than average in width, he played with my ass a bit sticking it in pulling it out sticking it in and pulling it out I think he liked the visual and then finally I felt him stick it in and start pushing it deeper into my ass, he started doing some stoking but just real easy like he was loosening me up and then he started to slide more of his dick into my ass, as my ass started to fill up with his dick I expected to feel his pelvic area hit my ass soon but boy was I wrong about that... he kept sliding dick into my ass deeper and deeper and deeper and there was still more dick to go.. Vince asked him if he was in yet and Leon responded "almost" and slid more dick up my ass and after I could already feel him deep in my guts I finally felt his pelvic area hit my ass cheeks, and then he told Vince 'now I’m in" and Vince asked him how it felt and Leon responded "pussy feel real good, don’t get too many bitches take my whole dick" and Vince responded "I think this bitch fuck some niggas before cuz he workin this dick too good for its size" and Leon responded "for real dude, I’m balls deep in dis bitch and she ain't even squirm"... Vince asked me "you fuck some niggas before" and I moaned "mmmm-hmmm" with his dick in my mouth and he said "yea I thought so", Leon left every inch of his dick balls deep in my ass, just holding my ass deep against his pelvis and told Vince he was gonna enjoy every inch of my pussy for a bit and Vince told him take his time cuz my head game was on spot so I kept sucking Vinces dick while Leon enjoyed every inch of the inside of my ass, doing some grinding but keeping it balls deep inside me. Finally Leon said "ok, time to work this pussy now" and started pulling out and pushing in at an easy pace at first and then slowly picking up the pace, sometimes going only partially back in and sometimes going balls deep, I could tell by now that he was really turned on by the visual of it all by how he was fucking me, by now Vince had both his hands on my head and was pretty much controlling my head movements while I sucked his dick and Leon was stroking in and out of me at a medium pace, hands firm on my ass and occasionally slapping my ass and saying "damn that some good pussy, bitch treat dis dick rite"...Vince asked Leon if he planned to nutt twice and he said 'yeah' and then Vince told him he'd do the same, after a few more minutes of this I heard Leon tell Vince, "ok, imma work it hard now" and Vince responded "aiiight" and then both of them started to get more aggressive with me, Leon was pumping my ass hard and deep, slapping my ass after ever few strokes saying "imma fuck this pussy bitch, how u like dis bitch" and slapping my ass again, Vince had my head in a head lock and was pumping my head up and down on his dick with force saying 'suck that dick bitch, suck that shit good'. As I was getting worked hard at both ends for what seemed like 20 minutes Vince asked Leon "where u at" and Leon responded "I’m close, u wanna nutt" and Vince responded "yea lets nutt this bitch up" and they both got even more aggressive with their fucking and I heard Leon moan out "awww shiiiit, aawww shiiiiit" and then Vince said "fuck, imma nutt" and started to blast his load in my mouth, I felt gobs of cum squirting out of his dick and filling my mouth and he was about four squirts in when I felt Leon grab my ass hard, slam his dick balls deep in my ass and started yelling "oh fuckk" gasping for air and started squirting deep in my ass as he moaned out after every squirt, I felt his hot cum coating the inside of my guts, ever bit of the force of the blast was against the wall of my guts and completely unmistakable, meanwhile Vince continued to squirt gobs of cum filling my mouth so much that I had to swallow before he even finished his nutt. Leon was exhausted, I felt his hot sweaty body lean down on top of my back his arms now by my side holding himself up on the bed and he told Vince "holy shit what a fucking nutt!" and Vince responded "fuck yea it was" and let go of my head... I sucked Vince clean, and Leon leaned back and slowly pulled out and once his head was out I felt him squeeze a little cum from his shaft onto my hole and wipe it around with the head of his dick and then he got up off the bed, so I finally leaned back and off of Vinces dick and both of them were obvious sweaty and spent and Vince looked at me and said "fuck you a good bitch for bein an older bitch" and right away Leon said "fuckin for real bitch, I dont get balls deep with a lot of bitches but fuck that pussy banging" I finally got to take a good look at Leon's dick, he had a hairy bush of black pubic hair, his dick was at least 11 inches, maybe 12, and a little thicker than average with the head like an arrow and two nice sized balls hanging from a sack that was like three to four inches away from his body... Leon went to lie down on his bed and I just kind of stayed there on the bed for a few minutes while they caught their breath and recovered from their orgasm and finally Vince said "damn you a good fuck bitch" and Leon responded "true that" and Vince said we should take a short break before we swap places and I said ok.

Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan was so excited. He thought of all the handsome and masculine jocks and his ass was tingling. Ben saw things differently. He was also horny, but he was more carefully and a bit scared too. What if their parents would find out, that they were gay. How would they react? What if they would change their behavior. He didn’t want to act like a sissy. Right now they lived a peaceful life. A little bit undercover. Maybe they were not happy all the time, but… it was a good and easy life. They had average grades at school. It wasn’t too hard to get good results at school, maybe because of their looks. Of course they got also teased from the members of the different sports teams, because they weren’t so much into the boy stuff. Girls, on the other hand, would adore the teens. Everything would change, if they decided to open up and come out of the closet. Ryan tried to calm his pal down. “No one said, we need to come out to our parents or our friends. Just let us experience some fun and meet some guys who are willing to help us and feed us some cock” “Nothing happens without a price. If we do one thing, it will trigger another. That’s what I’m afraid of” Ben answered. “You are thinking too much with your brain. Start thinking with your ass…” Ryan said and farted loudly. Ben threw his pillow towards Ryan and both guys laughed merrily. The next day was an ordinary Saturday. They went downtown and did some shopping. They met some of Ryan’s female friends at Starbucks. Then they returned home and had lunch with Ryan’s parents. In the afternoon they watched some stuff on TV to kill some time. Both guys had to admit, that they kept thinking of the big cocks they had seen last night on Skype. Ryan’s parents were invited that evening and told his son and Ben, they would be home way after midnight. So the lads were all alone, when they started their computer and opened Skype. Soon they received a request and accepted the call. This time they had their cam turned to them and they smiled, when they saw the jocks from last night. These guys seemed to be in their mid-twenties. Ryan liked that. He felt more open to them, because the age gap wasn’t too big. “Oh… Only three guys tonight?” Ryan looked disappointed. “We thought it would be better to talk to you in a moderated number. You guys are too hot. We are a bunch of horny fuckers. If eight hard cocks are on this side, we won’t be able to talk to you in a decent way” the guy on the other side said. Both boys wore only shirts and tight underwear. “So what are your names?” he asked. “I am Ryan and this is Ben. We are both friends. We met on the internet and know each other only for a short while. But we became very close” Ryan answered. “Understandable. Two fags giving each other support and rubbing their dicks together. You surely sniff at each other’s asses.” Biohazard1 replied. Ben was a bit intimidated by those rude words, but Ryan was turned on by that and already massaged the cock in his briefs. “You said you live in Marcon?” one guy asked. “Well… I do. I live with my parents… Ben lives in Rome… also with his parents.” Ryan chatted. “And you two are virgins? How come? You are two nice looking faggots” one guy expressed. “It is not so easy. Our parents wouldn’t approve. They are heavily engaged in our churches and we don’t want to hurt them….” Ben answered. They described the situation at their schools also and mentioned the names of the schools nonchalantly. “Your parents won’t have to know, that you let your faggot asses get fucked by some horny jocks….” another guy mentioned. “How come you haven’t fucked each other yet? Can’t you get a hard on, if you are supposed to be an active fucker?” someone wanted to know. “Well… we both want to be… pure bottoms and we talked about it a lot. We tried some things, but that was limited to kissing each other and jerking off a lot.” Ryan sighs. “So you fags want to be used as cheap fuck holes. You need your cunts stretched beyond repair. We can do this for you, you know?” Biohazard1 explained. “But you know, we must be sure, that you are not just fakes. You got to prove to us, that you are really fags and that you really want our cocks” The three jocks muted their microphone and discussed the situation obviously. While both lads stared at the screen, two guys got up and opened their jeans slowly. They hauled their dicks out of their pants and started stroking their cocks, while being heavily engaged into a disputation. Ben and Ryan were hypnotized, just viewing the big hunks stroking their tools slowly. “We’re back. So do you dare to prove your seriousness?” Biohhazard1 asked. “Yeah…. yeah…. we will do anything, to prove we are sincerely.” “Okay…. Ryan. Go to the room, where your mom keeps all the dirty laundry and get the box to your room. Go and get it NOW” the guys ordered. Ryan couldn’t imagine why he should pick up this box and get it into his room, but he followed the order. Then they guys told him to pick up every dirty laundry out of the box and show it to them. There appeared socks, trousers, shirts… every time he pulled something up, he had to show it in front of the camera and drop it to the floor. Then Ryan picked up a white brief out of the box with only two fingers. “What’s that? Biohazard wanted to know. “My dad’s underpants” said Ryan and wanted to drop the dirty thing also, but the guys told them to stop. They wanted to get ea closer look and so Ryan held the briefs in front of the cam. “Are there piss stains on that underwear or is it dried cum?” Biohazard1 wanted to know. “It looks like piss…” he added. Ryan shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know… “ he simply answered. “Then find it out. Sniff at it…” Biohazard1 ordered. “I can’t sniff at it. That’s disgusting… it’s from my dad!” he whined. “Pull the underpants over your head. The front of it should be over your nose and mouth. If you don’t do it now, we will our conversation with you guys.” Biohazard1 threatened. Ryan looked in panic to Ben. Ben seemed to be happy, it wasn’t him who had to smell at the underwear. “I am counting to 3…. if you are not wearing the fucking thing over your face and inhale your fathers scent, we will log off. 1…… 2…… aaaand….” the guy counted. Ryan’s eyes spoke volumes of despair but he pulled the white briefs over his head and wore it as requested. Ben was disgusted but the guys on the other side of the cam cheered loudly. “Well done bitch. How does it smell? Do you enjoy your daddies smell?” Ryan had a tight feeling in his chest, but tried to inhale deeply. “I… I don’t know. It smells sweaty” “Why don’t you lick the pants from the inside. This way you can tell us more about the consistency. We would still like to know, if it is piss or dried semen. Maybe both?” they laughed hysterically. The boy retched. The idea of touching the underwear with his tongue, where his dad usually had his dick in, made him sick to the stomach. “You better start licking now. Make it all wet and tell us about how it tastes….” the three guys ordered. All of the sudden they saw how something poked against the fabric from the inside. Ryan truly started licking the undies. “Damn… make it really wet. Use your spit to soak the encrusted stuff. Get the whole flavor you dirty bitch.” the leader of the pack growled. Ben was petrified when he heard his name suddenly. “Hey Ben. Why don’t you help your boyfriend a little bit. Go and use your faggot tongue and start making out with him.” “I don’t understand…” Ben cried. “Lick the pants from the outside. Help him with your spit and do some french-kissing. Your tongues won’t ever meet, since the textile will always separate you. Give him nice and wet kisses – NOW” Ben shivered and moved closer to Ryan. He closed his eyes in fear and started to flinch his tongue against Ryan’s tongue. ‘Are you recording all this shit?’ one of the jocks whispered to the other. ‘Of course I am – this is just too hot man’ he replied. This went on for quite a while, until the hunks had enough fun. Both boys seemed out of breath and had glowing cheeks. “Well… what was it now?” the three guys still wanted to know. “I think it was piss” said Ben. “Yeah, but it was really encrusted from the inside. I guess it was cum also” said Ryan and looked totally unhappy. “Don’t be so shy. What do you think? As faggots you will do other stuff, which will humiliate you even more, just because it is your job. This was nothing!” Biohazard1 stated to them. “Maybe both of you will mouthwash your dad’s underwear continuously. Wouldn’t that be nice? Is it clean now?” he asked. Ryan looked at it silently. “There are no stains anymore” he replied softly. “Get up whores….” Both boys got up and revealed, they had built small tents in their shorts. “That’s what I guessed. You are little perverts. I knew it all along… 100 % FAGGOTS!” With that the connection was interrupted. Ben and Ryan looked at each other desperately. A message came through. ‘Be here tomorrow night at the same time’ Ben looked at Ryan and asked him, if there was another dirty underwear from his dad in the laundry box. Ryan nodded slowly. This time Ben pulled it over his head and both boys repeated the procedure, but this time they jacked off violently. It was for both boys the strongest orgasm they had ever experienced.

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.

Just now. Guy of Sniffies hit me up saying he has a load for me, so who am I to say no? Claimed to be Chubby, 8", 220, black ... more like fat, 280 6" (but stll black). Oh well, I was face down, ass up like a good cum dump should be when he came in, but he moved me around until I was ass up on the couch.. Where he proceeded to really fuck me. He pounded me for a while then he made me beg for his cum, so I did and was promptly rewarded with his load in my ass. I sent him a text on Sniffies to say thank you, and he said he needed some more of 'that ass' so I told him it was where he left it. About 15 minutes later he texts 'OMW, Be on the couch'. OK... so I wait around and when he drives up I assume my position on the couch... He starts fucking and pumps in load #2. Takes a 5 minute break, then pumps in load #3 I can feel the cum running out of me... Takes another 5 minute break and starts fucking me when my phone rings... he told me to answer it while he was fucking my ass... luckily it was a cold call so no idea who was who on either side... then he gives me load #4. He asks for a glass of water, then sets up his phone for a facetime chat, and as soon as the other end answers he mounts up and starts a conversation about what a cum dump I am and how much he enjoys fucking my fat white ass, and then hos friend is telling him to fuck me harder and give me another load... so them I got load #5. Honestly, nothing like this has ever happened to me, so I am happy that I was able to give him that much enjoyment, all the while getting my ass plowed, which felt sooo good. He took a shower then headed out after which I sat no the couch and marveled in the fuck I just received while the cum oozed out of my well used pussy.

Ohh Wow!! If I hwd this offer when I was a virgin twink my ass would've been there getting their poz junk deep inside me. I was as these lads very naive & very passive. The story can only get better-thanks man xx

Great way to end the vacation!

With respect to the earring/hanky/armband left/right thing: I think there's a difference between a garment-type accessory, like a pocket hanky or an armband - which you've chosen to wear that night for whatever reason - and having a piercing in one ear, because (aside from not wearing any earring at all on a given night) there's no way to let that express your evening choices. Although I know a lot of guys are purely bottom or nearly so, and have known a handful of purely top men, most guys I know who used the hanky/armband code chose the side based on mood. Which you can't do with an earring, unless you pierce both sides and routinely go without one or the other. I'll also note that these things were *almost* exclusive to the leather/kink community - you didn't see guys wearing hankies in their back pockets going to the dance clubs on Saturday nights, for the most part. And as one of the early posters noted, there were only a handful of colors that were considered rather universally understood: Yellow for water sports (obvious), Navy for fucking, Light Blue for oral (a lighter shade for a "lighter" action than fucking), Black for S&M, Gray for B&D, Red for fisting (perhaps as a "danger" kind of symbol, since fisting used to be considered the "most" outrageous kind of gay sex). Brown "existed" but I can't say I ever encountered it in real life - it's the sort of thing that even other hanky code users would have found problematic. I vaguely remember the first time I saw a code list that included greens - two shades, "Hunter" (or Forest) for Daddy/son stuff, "Kelly" green for escorts and johns, and then at some point someone added Olive, which made sense for military. But then the whole thing exploded into nonsense.

There's a lot to unpack here. You're married, but "no woman will have you"? Seems like one woman will. Are you looking for other women while still married to your wife? If so, that might be more of a problem, actually, than being poz, because an awful lot of women aren't interested in a married man. Your profile says you're a bottom, but you say here that you took one load and now you're poz, and you don't even think you're gay. If you're not gay, you're not a bottom. One bottoming experience does not a bottom make. And all this came about because you "started to view gay porn" - which I guess just fell into your laptop unbidden and unwanted, right? - so you started trying to meet guys because gay men are generally more open about sex, not because that "gay porn" turned you on, but because you "wanted to see what it would be like" with a man. And this is your first post on this site, and yet you've already identified enough with the leather and rubber communities enough to choose a handle reflecting both those AND your "recent" pozzing status - communities that actual gay men often have lots more hangups about exploring (but not the straight married man). Color me unconvinced, at best, but on the assumption that this is all 100% true: 1. Figure out your marriage first. That's a shit-ton more important than anything else. 2. Accept that, if you're straight, yes, some women won't want to have sex with you, even if you're on meds and undetectable. There are gay men who won't have sex with undetectable poz men. Nobody owes us sex - we accept a smaller pool of options, and we move on. 3. If you continue to pursue men for sex, consider that, at best, you may be bisexual and not purely straight. I've literally never known any completely straight man so curious about what gay men do, having sex, that they would bottom for fucking just to find out, and in any event, you said yourself you enjoyed the attention and the vibe and the porn. That's a sign of at least bisexuality (or pansexuality, for the more modern among us), not heterosexuality. 4. Figure out what you want - a man (or men), because men are more comfortable with casual sex? A woman, so you can settle down into a reasonable approximation of a standard heterosexual pairing? A wife that lets you explore your interest in men? Once you decide what you WANT, you can see whether it's reasonable to find it out there. But whatever it is, in a city the size of Toronto, you should be able to find it.

There's a lot you don't cover here, so I can only answer with some generalities. 1. You cannot rely on someone's word that he is negative. It could be that he is; it could be that he isn't, but is lying; it could be that he isn't, but doesn't know that yet. And THERE IS NO WAY TO DISTINGUISH those scenarios. 2. You don't mention your age or your location. But I'm assuming you are over the age of majority wherever you live, and I'm assuming you live in a reasonably developed country even if it is experiencing a period shortage. If I'm correct, then: (A) get yourself tested, not just for HIV, but for any STI's, as soon as possible. Knowing the answer, which is likely "negative on all acounts", will be calming. But even if it turns out you picked up HIV *or* some other STI, they're generally all treatable and some (like gonorrhea or syphilis) can actually be cured. (B) get information from your testing provider about resources for PrEP in your country/region. If that's not an option - let's say you are still in your late teens or early 20's living at home - then at least do some ground work and find out if there are any emergency clinics that offer PEP. PrEP (Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis) is a pill taken either daily (as an ongoing preventative) or not long before, and for a few days after, actual sex. PEP, by contrast, is "POST-Exposure Prophylaxis" - it's a pill taken after unprotected sex (often in cases of rape, but also when you have second thoughts about sex you just had. You can't RELY on PEP all the time, but knowing it exists and that, should you end up in this situation again, you can get treated and hopefully stave off infection, should be of some comfort. And if you live in a region where these things are not readily accessible, I'm sorry. There may be clinics that can discreetly explain options to you, but you may be at the mercy of whatever kind of health care system you have there. (Given the state of US health care, I wouldn't consider that so much a "knock" against it as it is the unfortunate reality.)

It wasn't difficult for Ludvig to have Chris' ass arched up for a feast. Chris was welcomed with a deep long cloud filled kiss that Ludvig had hit when the bell rung. Dazed instantly, Chris felt an immediate ease that allowed himself to Ludvig. It had been a week since Ludvig busted a load. At first, Chris had second thoughts on hooking up with someone like Ludvig. Yet, he reminded him of Klaus in a lot of ways. His behaviour paralleled that of Klaus albeit kinder, friendlier. Ludvig relied on Klaus' endless tales of Chris, fully knowledgeable of his weak spots and moves that drove Chris to submission. Their embrace after the first shotgun continued with Ludvig nibbling his ear, trailing down to his neck with hands gripping his back, encircling the hips. Chris' clothes came off automatically. Barely taking any pause, Ludvig was determined and dexterous in holding Chris' body as they made out. With his back turned, Ludvig continued to kiss his neck from the back, guiding his body to lay on the bed. Arms under his legs, Ludvig effortlessly maneuvered Chris to arch his back, presenting himself to Ludvig as a prize that was now successfully conquered. Ludvig inspected his hole, inserting his fingers periodically with his special lube. Chris' inhibition amplified, pores releasing more sweat which excited Ludvig more than he'd imagine. His hard-on was harder to contain than usual. With Klaus and the random bottoms, there was a built up. Chris, was a wildcard. Perhaps it was also Klaus' voice that was whispering in his head, recalling the things Chris and him had done. Crouched at the end of the bed, Ludvig began rimming Chris in the way Klaus would but with extra steps. He savoured the hole more than Klaus had. "I don't give compliments that much but I've to say you really are something. Do you like getting fucked?" "Yes" "You get fucked often" "Yes" Chris, trying to only respond in a few syllables attempted to fight the compulsion. Panting, he didn't know he would surrender his ass to a man he had only spoken to once. He didn't know how his life was about to change. "How many guys have fucked you?" "One.." "And do you like that? Are you satisfied with just one" "No" "You want more, do you?" Chris turned more feral, shouting "YES.." plea like almost. "Well tonight's your lucky night." Ludvig climbed up the bed, repositioned Chris to a better arch and kneaded his ass while teasing the hole with the tip of his cock. Chris felt Ludvig reaching from behind, whispering to him how his tight hole was ready to bloom. He was hypnotized by Ludvig words, focused on hearing how beautiful his body was, how his legs and ass were built for a cumdump and how he had to free himself to his desire for cum. Every encouragement Ludwig spoke, Chris nodded and affirmed. He first felt the cold metal of Ludvig's PA entering him slowly. His hole muscle was relaxed with little tense. Ludvig went into him further with a quarter of his shaft in, causing Chris to contract in a short moan, tightening the cock in his hole. The precum Ludvig released acted as a second lube, granting Ludvig full access. Both men found their rhythm after, moans occasionally coming out from one or the other but never overtly loud except for their breathing that was heavy in every inhalation and exhalation. When Ludvig was about to announce his first climax, he gradually attached himself to Chris in a tight grip. His head reached closer, resting itself on the right shoulder, trying to not slide off from how sweaty both of them were. Chris, not noticing how he had been gyrating himself onto Ludvig shifted his attention to Ludvig now saying the first words in the past 30 minutes. "I'm so close to bust, I just need you to tell me how bad you want my cum" "I need it, man. Please, just breed me" "I am, boy. You don't just need my cum, you need my charged load, right?" Chris, knowing that Klaus would utter the same words but assured that he was on meds, could not contain himself. This was unchartered territory. He knew the consequences and the million scenarios ran through his thoughts but he was not afraid. At that moment, it felt like fate. He was in the right place. "Yes, I need your charged load. It's what I need. Charged loads" His hips rocked onto Ludvig faster and harder, desperate for his charged load. Ludvig reestablished his control of Chris by slapping his cheeks with his coarse palms as a way to tame him. Ludvig then pushed in and pulled out with better precision after Chris turned immobile. He was fixated only on assuring that he was arched in all fours, only for Ludvig's satisfaction. "Control yourself, boy. Listen to your body...understand what you want. You know you earn this load, you know you will get it. Let me do the rest of the work. This is my gift, after all" His eyes were still dilated and faced to a white wall, filled with a blank gaze of lust. He focused solely on his hole, allowing Ludvig to mount onto him with full control. The tensions disappeared after this shift in mindset. The strokes he felt were far more pleasurable than it first started. He could feel the gush of precum in him. Ludvig's voice appeared again, with his arms coming up to cradle his firm chest, close to a chokehold, inches apart. "Boy I'm really close now...I need you to face down, ass up, you know why?" "Cause that's how we fuck" "Very good." Like a piston, Ludvig's rebuilt his momentum to reach climax. Once he had crossed the point of no return, his moans got louder, electrifying Chris' nerves. "Here's my charged load boy. A real charged one." "Fuck man, give it to me." "Your first, but not definitely not your last.." Ludvig convulsed as he came, releasing shots of his loads into Chris in intervals that he failed to count. It had to be at least 7 or 8 times. All he knew was that the ass he had is cock in was full. It also remained tight. Ludvig's cock, as big as it was trying to stay in Chris, popped out after turning soft. He cupped the cum dripping out for Chris to savour, cleaning his fingers as a bonus. Chris went wild. He wasn't concern at not coming nor being hard at all. Getting bred was his accomplishment. Chris felt Ludvig's arm turning him to lay on his back. Both were now face to face, eyes locked to each other. A nod from Ludvig was returned by another from Chris. Beads of sweat dropped from Ludvig's temple, falling onto Chris collar. He spread his legs for Ludvig to cradle around his waist. Both remain still for a moment before Ludvig reached out the pipe for another hit. They shotgunned with more clouds. Chris had learned how to take in the smoke and control the sensation he felt. They caressed after, heads closer than before in the cloud induced heat. Ludvig went for the neck again, coming up for smooches and nourishing himself on whatever cum was left from Chris' lips. Chris felt Ludvig's erection building under his ass. This followed by having both his legs spread further apart and lifting himself onto Ludvig who entered Chris easier this time. He had tamed him, trained him even. He just wasn't sure whether it was a stallion or a pig that Chris would become... Ludvig came into Chris 4 times that night. It didn't register to Chris that when morning came, it was Friday. He hadn't slept for almost 25 hours. The effects of the cloud started to fade though he was still buzzed. Both took a shower together and Ludvig was impressed at how unnecessary it was to plug Chris given how tight his hole was at holding the loads with no leakage. Chris' perception changed when he left Ludvig's place that morning. He was no longer afraid of himself. He found a sense of confidence like never before. Still riding on the clouds, he came to work as usual. The only side effect he displayed from the T was his willingness to go up the crane. Klaus didn't notice how spun Chris was until he saw his eyes at the end of the day. He saw a hidden pig in Chris that was about to unleash. For the first time, he asked Chris if he was down to hang back at his place. "Sure" was all he said. In his garage, Klaus had built a play room with a bed and a TV hung across. There were shelves decorated with various types of toys on one side, and another with athletic attires, mostly jocks being hung with some framed up. One noticeable frame was a photo of Klaus, Ludvig and Helmut, nude at a beach with arms on each other. They were in their prime in terms of their looks. Helmut was wearing a pair of sunnies and was the only one with a tattoo, biohazard on the right pec. Klaus prepared the water pipe as they got comfortable on the bed. He had no plans to fuck Chris but to have Chris fucked. They both took off their tops but Klaus kept on his jeans. Chris was instructed to wear a torn up jock in black. Hits after hits they made out with Chris pointlessly attempting to take Klaus' pants off. He could only hold onto his solid hard-on forming through the denim. Klaus noticed Chris starring at the photo from time to time. When he reached the familiar state of spun, goldilocks zone as Ludvig would say, he nonchalantly confessed to Klaus that the man pictured next to him was whose loads he had. Klaus looked at Chris, perplexed for a moment before sighing into a chuckle. "Son of a bitch" Unlike Chris, Klaus felt a slight buzz from the clouds. His tolerance was tenfold thanks to the years he had been using. He left the room for his phone, leaving Chris who got fixated on the TV playing amateur home made videos. When Ludvig saw Klaus' call, he smirked since he forgot that it was a Friday where they were going to play. Chris' impact on Ludvig lingered. "Hey, what's the plan-" "Plan's changed. How did you find him?" "Ah I see.." If anything, Klaus was annoyed, as if a trick was played on him. He had always seen himself as the trickster. He knew Ludvig could test him at times but he had thought that those days were done, especially since he believed that them playing around was mostly attributed to him being better looking. For Ludwig, he saw it as an act of favour to Klaus, keeping him in check of his fragile ego. It was easy to calm Klaus down, especially when within 10 minutes the topic changed to what the plan with Chris was. "A pig..." "Or a stallion.." "Maybe both..? Let's discuss. Come over, I haven't hosted in ages" "Thank god.." Ludvig arrived in the next hour, bringing more supplies. Entering the garage, Chris was rubbing his cock with no success, gooning to a video of Klaus, being fucked by Helmut on a beach. Ludvig was probably in his 40s and Klaus didn't look a day past 30. Chris immediately got up when Ludvig came in. He reached for long kiss before Ludvig spat in him. Klaus was intimidated at how docile Chris got around Ludvig. Just from a few gestures, Ludvig had Chris' lips wrapped onto his cock, guiding him to properly suck it and keep it hard. His eyes were still fixed onto the TV. Ludvig looked up to Klaus who was quietly fascinated. He reached to Klaus for the pipe, aiming for a heavier hit. "So here's what we're going to do...I've been thinking bout Helmut. You think of him too no?" Ludvig tilted his head to the photo of them. "Why is it only us 2? Why not more? Look at him. Would be a great addition to something we were once committed too...." Klaus didn't have to hear the whole pitch, he knew that when Ludvig had Chris, it was only a matter of time. "Check the envelope in my bag.." It became clear now why Ludwig was keen on Chris. His viral loads were higher than he had ever seen. He had stopped taking it ever since he told him of Chris. Klaus was convinced. He still kept to his promise of not fucking Chris. The only thing they had to do now was to get Chris on board. Half of the work had been done. The other half started with Klaus filming Chris, taunting him if he wanted to be like the guys in the videos, persuading him to agree to the path they were paving. It had been a while since Chris took a hit. The effects were starting to wither. There were moments of lucidity where he fully understood what was being proposed. It was also too late to turn back given he had already took Ludvig's loads. "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Fuck yea..."

and written them well Too, @Sfmike64 - always a hoT read!!

Last weekend there were tremendous thunderstorms - didn't go out much*. I did head over to Slammer on Sunday night, not many guys there at all, but one of the guys in the darkroom - he was a hot-holed kid - just what I needed. Bent over and whispered Breedtalk in his ear - told him how proud his Dad was of him, how sweet his Hole was, shared him with another guy for a while ... it was fun. Hoping for decent weather this weekend though. *my daily-driver is a little tinkertoy of a car - it would have flooded out easily trying to get around, since in my 'hood there are no gutters. The water just stands, covering the streets until it finally soaks into the ground beside the pavement. Are you listening, Mr. Mayor ???

That you’ve found someone who can shoot on your open tongue without resting his cockhead on it and actually hit the target is remarkable.

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

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

I'm going to post some stories about my last sexcation, out of order but for the most part true stories. CumUnion Party at Sanctuary LAX July 2023 The LAX Sanctuary CumUnion parties have always been good to me, and despite being 1000 mile from where I live I make an effort to get to at least 1 or 2 of them every year. Prior to the July 2023 party the very 1st party hosted there was my best CumUnion event ever, and even the worst events I've been to at this venue are far better than the best I've been to in several cities. I had not been able to attend one of these since July of last year, and Sanctuary had moved to a new location since I last attended. I had prepurchased my ticket and headed to the new venue for the 8 pm start, and got in line about 5 minutes before the event I was number 12 in line, which was also my number for the clothes check. I was told told that there were some wooden benches to use for undressing to the left just inside the main room, as it turns out just past a sling, so I stripped to my jock returned my bag of clothes to the clothes check and started to explore the new venue before getting down to fucking. The main room was huge, but other than the sling and benches contained a couple of couches, a stage and some jugs of Gatorade, mostly empty. Off to the left along the wall with the benches were 3 rooms. The 1st room was primarily occupied by one of the long fuck benches guys can get on their knees on that are just the right width to be used from both ends, plus a couple of other padded surfaces to fuck on, but no one is enjoying any of it yet. The 2nd room contains a large bed, a fuck horse, St Andrews cross, and a padded bench long enough for 3 or 4 guys to fuck along one wall (I sucked a couple of cocks and had mine sucked briefly by the bench, but no one seemed to be ready to start the fucking yet). The 3 room contains a sling (almost too high for me to comfortably top and I'm 6'2") a fuck horse, another St Andrews cross and an even smaller padded bench. By this time roughly 15 minutes into the 5 hour event there are probably 35 guys undressed and ready to start the fun, so I headed back to the 1st room and saw that there were 2 men ass up on the bench, and one of them was getting fucked. I got on all fours on the bench and was immediately offered a cock to suck and within 30 seconds had a nice hard cock gently pushing into my ass as well. I stayed on all fours until my 1st fucker pulled out and the guy I had been sucking made his way around and tried the other end. Now primed and ready, I gave the 4 guys now on the bench a few strokes with my big cock before making my way around again. By this point there were probably 50 guys stripped down and ready and almost all of them were actually engaged in either fucking or sucking. I wound up staying the entire 5 hours, and there were never more than a handful of guys that were just there being looky loos at one time, which is extremely unusual even for this event. The crowd skewed a little older and in less than perfect shape than sometimes, but there was very little attitude and the 3 or 4 guys who did give me an attitude over the course of the evening were all older and imperfect shape themselves, none of the twinks or muscle guys in attendance seemed to have an attitude and other than the looky loos I think I fucked with almost all of them. In other words it was the perfect scenario, for some one like me who loves to fuck and get fucked (I didn't encounter a single oral only guy all evening and while this event sometimes attracts enough voyeurs only to spoil the action I've never encountered a cuddler or foreplay only guy in the probably 10 years they have been holding it. About an hour in I was spending some time in the 1st room on and around the large bench fucking, sometimes while getting fucked from behind while fucking, when the guy I pulled out of got up for a break, I jumped up on the bench to take a turn being a fuck hole, I had a cock up my ass as soon as I got in position and had several cocks shoved in my mouth as well. I stayed on the bench until my knees started to ache, and was fucked almost continuously. For the 1st time since my initial exploration the sling by the door was unoccupied (it had already seen a lot of use), so I hopped up in it and discovered my hole was full of cum, based on the amount someone had either saved up few days or I had multiple loads. The next guy to fuck me was a really well built latino who commented on my cum sloppy hole, and then a shorter asian dude who had already fucked me on all 3 benches, the bed and the fuck horse in the 3rd room entered me again, but neither of them bred me. After the asian guy, I got up and let someone else have a turn. By this point it is a little over 2 hours into the event so I stopped for some Gatorade and stepped out onto the smoking patio to cool off (not smoke), and there was a 3 way going on the patio. Once I rested a little I went back to the 1st room intent on sampling the available holes and giving my 1st load to the most talented one. I think I got my dick into 3 of them before the asian guy came up and rammed his dick in me causing me to breed the loose cum sloppy hole I was in, before I had a chance to determine who was the most talented. Before I really had a chance to rest up, I had more guys wanting to fuck me, and being the slut I am happily put aside my need to rest and let them. It didn't take too long until they had fucked my dick hard again, that and even though no one let on I suspect a couple of more loads found there way into my hole. So I resumed fucking as well as getting fucked. Around 11:30 I shot my 2nd load into the latino muscle guy that fucked me in the sling by the door, loose sloppy hole in the tall sling in the 3rd room. The crowd had started to thin out (it was never huge compared to some of the preCOVID parties which often drew several hundred men), I doubt there were ever 100 at one time, but almost everyone there was there either there to fuck, get fucked of both) and was considering trying to get fucked one more time and call it a night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the 2nd room which only had one couple fucking on it when I was approached by an older black guy that has fucked me at almost all of the LAX CumUnions I've attended. He took me on the bed, the fuck horse, the bench and on the St Andrews cross before he took a break. The short asian guy wanted to do me again and got me on missionary on the bed, breeding me this time. By this point I couldn't seem to get hard again and even though the crowd that was left was still doing a lot of fucking was going to call it a night, when I was approached by the older black guy again, this time we stayed on the bed and had it mostly to ourselves, he fucked me in every position possible and I finally rode his load out just before the 1 am ending time (he had never actually bred me before). After a brief post fuck kiss and rest he got up to go home, I walked around one more time, and found that they had closed all but the 1st room, which amazingly still had 2 couples fucking on the bench with 2 fully clothed guys standing along the wall watching. I tried for a couple of minutes to get one of the looky loos to fuck me, but either they weren't there to participate or couldn't get it up again (I couldn't so I had not right to be judgemental). So at 1:05 am I finally left, after either having my pole in a hole or a pole in my hole almost continuously since 8:15 pm. I had loaded 2 guys and had at least 3 loads in my hole. Since I had not eaten since noon I went back to my hotel, put on some shorts that were heavy enough to contain any potential cum that might leak out and walked next door to the all night diner for a well deserved meal of pancakes and sausages.

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

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!

It's been my - well, 2nd - favorite act of sexual bonding for decades. It's not the healthiest of Lusts, but a hot-holed bottom with a line of guys waiting their turn just turns my crank big time. I particularly like a hairy Hole, since the hair helps hold the loads from just running down the bottom's balls, dripping on the floor/pavement/ground, etc. There's more, but it may be a bit over the esoteric edge for most guys. Suffice to say that "bonding" is important, and entails far, far more than just the one bottom ....

Well, he was a single dad, mother fucked off when I was 7. So just me and him sharing a house. We were comfortable being naked together like we were used to showering and bathing in front of each other. When I hit my teens I started to notice my dad’s cock and was frequently hard in front of him. He noticed this and so he got hard to and it wasn’t long before I was regularly sucking my dad’s cock. I loved sucking him off.

Its always great when you hit a jackpot with a breeding like that!

Very glad to know you're back in the saddle again, HardOneLA. We're all hoping that the issue is over and done with, and you'll be taking loads with the best of em for years into the future !!!

Any chance I get! Love that feeling and that taste. Love having cum-breath afterwards.

Hot but thats it?

Chapter 7: Exit, Stage Left Once again, Laszlo was sitting in Daniel’s office. A few more months had elapsed, and Daniel had messaged him that the financing was in place, and it was time to talk about casting for Hawaiian Nine Films’ final production. Nothing more had happened since the memorable weekend of the wedding. In fact, the two hadn’t actually seen each other in person since that morning-after to end all mornings-after. But neither of them had forgotten how they’d felt: Daniel, still amazed and baffled – more than a little scared too -- at the intensity of the experience, and Laszlo, still disappointed that Daniel had simply snapped out of the mood he’d created with such care and gone on his merry way, apparently unaffected by what had happened between them. The meeting between them was a little awkward at first, but they soon settled into an amiable conversation about the video. Laszlo wanted to work with Archer McManus, and while Daniel knew that he’d have to do some negotiating to get this renowned top’s top, he was sure that the man would come – for a fee. It was mainly a question of how big a fee he wanted. Besides him, Laszlo named Diego Lopez, one of the twinks from Twink Heaven that he’d love to top. Laszlo also suggested that he and Daniel do one final scene together, to be the bonus extra for the film. “What did you have in mind?” Laszlo moved carefully onto the difficult ground. “I’d like to do something like what we did the last time we slept together. The high-speed powerfuck, and then the slow, gentle, quiet one after it. Sort of thing you just never see in porn, but I’m sure it would turn the cranks of a lot of guys who would never admit publicly that they have a romantic streak in them.” Daniel’s initial reaction at one time would have been a blunt “No.” But Daniel had long since trained himself to mistrust his first reactions to everything that happened to him. As it happened, he had been silently berating himself for breaking the mood so quickly that morning -- and wasn’t at all averse to the idea of trying it again. He also knew that Laszlo’s sharply intuitive mind was onto something unusual, something rare, and he’d developed a healthy respect for the younger guy’s intuitions. It would be something of a marketing coup to have the big, tough Hawaiian Nine show such a different side of himself in bed. “I like it, Laszlo. But I’ll raise you with an improvement. Let’s reverse roles so you do the quick power blast into me, and then I top you for the gentle sequel. What do you think?” Laszlo didn’t have to think twice. “Perfect.” Daniel added a note of caution. “You realize that doing this scene for the public will probably fire up all the rumours about us all over again.” Laszlo laughed. “Fuck them. It amuses small minds to talk. I don’t give a damn. Do you?” Daniel laughed. “No. All right, then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll get in touch with McManus and see what sort of price I can talk him into. By the way, he is exclusively top in his private life too, so you’re not going to get a piece of his ass.” “So I’ve heard. Ah, well.” This with a sigh. “Okay, gotta get going now.” “Hang on, hotshot. We didn’t talk about location yet. Anywhere you’d really like to go to film this one? The usual backer will foot the bill. Just don’t get too extravagant or impractical. No camera jaunts to Antarctica or anything like that.” “Damn. I’d have loved to film a scene with a bunch of curious penguins standing around and staring!” They both laughed. “What about some place up in the mountains? Rustic lodge, fireplace in the room, that kind of thing.” “I like it. I know a good place, and I’m sure I can talk the owner into letting us have it to ourselves over three or four weekdays for the shoot. Great outdoor hot tub too, so we can include that in a scene if we like.” “Sounds ideal. Okay, now I really do have to go. Got a hot lunch date.” “Oh? Do tell.” Laszlo pulled a face. “My big sister. She’s in town for a medical conference.” “Haha! Enjoy your ‘date.’ We’ll be in touch.” Laszlo was decidedly happier as he sauntered along the street after leaving the office. He couldn’t see that Daniel was also looking much happier at the thought of having another slow romantic interlude with Laszlo, even if there was going to be a couple of cameramen roaming around while they were doing it. Two months later, Laszlo was lying on his face on the king-size bed in a suite of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge, facing the warm, gentle light of the fireplace while Archer McManus was busily eating and tongue-fucking his ass. Although there was no special spark between them, their initial meeting the week before had gone smoothly. McManus was a famously tough top, but he proved (at least in private) to be a considerate one as well, helping Laszlo to work out some hidden signals for when his cock became too overwhelming. Actually, by this time Laszlo was such an experienced bottom that he had really enjoyed feeling the pain-pleasure mingled as McManus pounded his hole more ferociously than anyone else had ever done. He’d particularly enjoyed the fact that Archer had laid right down on top of him to drive his final thrusts and his load deep inside. Laszlo loved feeling the muscular body of a top stud stretched out all the way along his back. Now, he was getting loosened in readiness for another sensational Archer McManus fucking, and he was loving every minute of it. They’d begun with a warm-up scene in the outdoor hot tub outside the suite, already steaming up the camera lenses with their groping, stroking, squeezing, and stretching of their tight swimsuits. Marina had put Archer into a very snug white string brief, totally see-through when wet to show off his rigid erection, while Laszlo had a bright orange one that also went see-through and had a tight back seam to cut right up between his ass cheeks. The scene went from steamy to scorching when Laszlo bent over, thrusting his orange-clad ass up into the air above the bubbling water while his mouth went to town on the twitching white bulge which barely contained Archer’s cock. In less than a minute of his eager sucking, that cock had burst out of its prison, the tip sticking a clear two inches above the waistband as Laszlo licked and kissed it. Then Laszlo grasped the cock and pulled it down, like a slot machine handle, and the slender side of the white G-string gave up the unequal struggle, ripping apart and flopping uselessly away as the rock-solid McManus cock emerged, ready to do battle. For the next few minutes, Laszlo gave Archer one of the hottest blowjobs he’d ever gotten. By now, Laszlo had mastered the trick of dropping his jaw farther than far to accommodate even the biggest, thickest cocks, so he was able to give Archer’s eye-popping erection a thorough tongue bath, sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue even as the head pushed farther down into his throat. Then the cameramen cued them to move. Laszlo pulled off that massive hard-on and took Archer’s hand, leading him up out of the hot tub and through the door into the bedroom. As they went, Archer paused for a minute to slide the door closed, and then followed Laszlo eagerly across to the super-king-size bed. He wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s body, rubbing his cock into the crack between the younger guy’s lush buns, then pushed Laszlo face-down across the bed and proceeded to eat his ass. Laszlo moaned frequently as Archer licked and sucked at his hole, then started thrusting his tongue inside the tight little opening. Laszlo began rolling his hips around, to keep changing the angle of attack for Archer’s tongue, but also to signal that he was ready to get fucked anytime. Archer got the signal with no trouble at all. He pulled his face clear of that enticing butt, gave a couple of quick shots of lube to his tool, then planted it against Laszlo’s hole and leaned forward. Laszlo had warned Archer that he tended to vocalize more on camera than off, so Archer wasn’t caught off guard when Laszlo let out a yelp of “Fuck!” as Archer pushed his way in. That big shaft stretched Laszlo as far as any cock he’d ever taken, and kept sinking into him, and still there seemed to be more of it coming. He squirmed around and did his best to relax, and finally the head nudged some part of his insides out of the way and came to rest, buried all the way into his hole. That was the moment when Laszlo realized that Archer had never given him the full length of the thing during their previous practice fuck. Now, the Archer had buried every last bit of his arrow deep inside the target, and Laszlo was feeling stuffed more than he’d ever felt before. Nor was Archer complaining. There were precious few bottoms, either in the business or out of it, who had ever managed to take the full length of his tool before. For the next twenty minutes or more, Archer took Laszlo through every position in the standard book, plus a few exotic extras. These included Laszlo standing flat on one foot on the floor with his other leg stretched as far up the door frame as he could get it to go, giving Archer a clear shot at his ass, and an angle in which the camera could see everything clear down to the rim of the hole with no trouble at all. Another was when Laszlo was lying on his side, and Archer reverse-spooned him, coming in from behind, but with his feet next to the back of Laszlo’s head. That move gave Laszlo some sensations he’d never had before. At last though, Laszlo moaned that he was about to cum, and Archer pulled him to his feet, standing behind with his cock buried in the target, ramming slowly but firmly until Laszlo’s face screwed up and his cock erupted, shooting a load straight up in front of him. His dick kept pulsing for five or six more clear shots, and by that time Archer McManus was releasing his long-delayed load into Laszlo’s ass. He fired in so much cum that it was already squeezing back out around the cock that had delivered it before Archer even finished cumming. Then, when he pulled slowly out, the resulting stream of white cream would have done credit to a six-top orgy. Once again, Daniel’s “no sex, please” policy for his models had brought home the ultimate prize – two epic cum shots for the ages. Laszlo’s hole wasn’t ripped from the beating it had taken, but the muscles were sore enough that he asked to have time off for each of the next two days. He still did his fuck scene, breeding Diego Lopez the following morning, but then went into R&R mode for the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday. That meant that the grand finale, of the film and of Daniel’s porn career, had to be shot on Friday morning, before they checked out at noon to make the four-hour trek back to the city in their private luxury vans. All the participants were up for an early morning start, so the scene began at 7:00, just as the sun was beginning to gild the surrounding mountain tops but hadn’t reached down into the valley yet. With all cameras running, Laszlo swung easily into his fast breeding of Daniel and did it with so much verve and energy that Will wondered if he’d sent in his twin brother, who’d laid off sex for an entire week. As soon as Laszlo released his load (pumping into Daniel, pulling out to wipe it on the outside, and then plunging back in again – Hawaiian Nine’s signature cumshots style), the energy began to shift. When Laszlo rolled off to the side and laid on his back, Daniel climbed on top of him, they began to kiss – and the magic was afoot again. As this slow-motion romantic encounter gathered a little momentum, Will and Eddie were riveted by what they were seeing, unlike any porn scene either of them had filmed before. The stakes got raised even higher when Daniel slowly entered Laszlo, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as Daniel moved in and out of Laszlo’s hole at a measured pace. The charge of erotic, romantic energy between Daniel and Laszlo grew so quietly powerful that Will and Eddie just looked wide-eyed at each other, and then spontaneously put down their hand-held cameras in a couple of spots around the room, in between the tripod cameras, leaving them running. Daniel and Laszlo were murmuring and talking to each other quietly as Daniel slid gently in and out of Laszlo’s welcoming ass – and Will was almost certain he’d heard them say to each other, “I love you.” At that, Will headed quietly for the door, with Eddie right behind him. Outside, Marina gave them an enquiring look. Eddie said quietly, “Wait till you see what’s going on in there and getting caught on video – those two porn studs are doing a full-on romantic love scene.” He shook his head in amazement. Marina chuckled. “You’re surprised? It’s been obvious for weeks – months, even – that Laszlo had a serious case for Daniel, and it’s not just the hots. And I kind of suspect that Daniel is falling for Laszlo too, although that’s not nearly as easy to see.” They sat down, and Eddie in particular kept shaking his head as if he just couldn’t believe what his eyes and ears had told him was happening between the scene partners. After another twenty minutes, the two cameramen were just about to go back into the room and check when a booming voice from behind the door shouted, “Where the fuck are my video techs when I need them?” This was followed by a raucous outburst of laughter from the two voices behind the door. Life moved on quickly, and Daniel supervised and managed the post-production stages of Nine in the Woods in record-quick time. It took only a few months for this film to move through all the stages of this work and be ready for release. Meanwhile, Daniel had also been pursuing top-secret negotiations about the sale of Hawaiian Nine Films. Although he never actually said so, it wasn’t hard to guess that the major company he had approached would suspect his imminent departure from the industry. He had a bit of a struggle due to the unusual terms he was demanding, but the purchasers stopped complaining when he shared the sales and rental statistics for each title in his inventory. At that point, the deal was done, since the buyers could see that, even with the royalty payments, the Hawaiian Nine back catalogue was and would continue to be a massive cash cow. When the time rolled around for the release of Nine in the Woods, the release party in Daniel’s luxury condo also turned into a farewell celebration. By this time, all the employees and most of the models with Hawaiian Nine had been notified that the company was being sold off, but not what its founder would be doing. Nobody knew that, not even Daniel. The party got both rowdy and emotional, since everyone wanted to hug, kiss, and give best wishes to everyone else. Even Steve and Jim showed up, as did Johannis and Miguel, although both couples had finally and definitely exited the porn business. Throughout the evening, there were toasts with loud cheers, photos by the score taken on dozens of phones, numbers and social account information shared around, and more than a few tears shed. The company really had come to feel like a family for its staff and for the most dedicated and frequent stars of its films. Everyone wanted above all to say goodbye and thank you to Daniel. He’d given so many people a start in the business, one way or another, and a couple of them were even making the leap into theatre or indie and mainstream films on the strength of their experiences. One of these was Marina, who’d gotten a gig as costume and makeup designer for an indie film from the gay producer who liked her colour sense – what little he’d gotten to see of it. For Daniel, the entire night was a long parade of goodbyes. He was both surprised and touched by all the obvious affection and respect shown to him, by the way that so many of the guys spoke, not about the industry, but about life lessons that they’d absorbed just by watching Daniel at work, and the ways he interacted with people. It had never even occurred to him that he might be regarded as any kind of role model beyond his ability to perform well in porn. Near the end of the evening, Laszlo nerved himself to approach Daniel, knowing this was going to be his toughest goodbye of the night. Much to his own surprise, he managed to hold himself together as he thanked Daniel for giving him his start, and for all of his help in learning how to navigate a career in the industry. Then it was time. He hugged Daniel and kissed him, then parked his head on Daniel’s shoulder for a few seconds. When Laszlo went to let step back, he realized that Daniel was still hanging onto him. At last, Daniel released him, and Laszlo said, “Well, time to go.” “Take care, buddy.” Just that and nothing more. Outside on the street, Laszlo finally let it all out. He crumpled up in a heap on an anonymous doorstep and let the tears pour out like a river. Why the fuck did I have to go and fall in love with a mechanical guy who can simulate feelings but doesn’t really feel a damn thing? Fuck! After letting his thoughts flow on those lines for a few minutes, he finally pulled himself to his feet, dried his face, and moved slowly, wearily away down the sidewalk, ignoring the few curious stares from bystanders. At least, he thought to himself, now I know what it feels like to have my heart broken. Another fucking first. After the last few of the crowd had said their goodbyes and left, Daniel remained sitting by himself in the living room of his condo. He had a strange feeling of emptiness in his mind and heart. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t surprising, that he’d devoted his entire life for over a decade to the gay porn business and was now faced with setting an entirely new direction for himself – and had no real idea which direction to turn. But he knew that he was kidding himself. There was more to his feeling than just worrying about his future. It was gradually dawning on him that there was one person, more than any of the other people he’d met during his nearly two-decade porn career, that he was really going to miss. That person was Laszlo. Right from the get-go, when the young Hungarian had first walked into his office for an interview, Daniel had felt that, unlike his other finds, this one was special. Being the man he was, he always framed his thinking about Laszlo in terms of star quality, screen charisma, vivid visual presence, and other such desirable qualities for a performer. He was not only proud for picking this undoubted winner out of the pile of applicants, but actually felt good that he had helped to launch another spectacular career besides his own. And Laszlo was spectacular, on camera or off, and in bed or out of it. Now, Daniel was faced with the distinct possibility that, as his life moved on in whatever new direction he took, he might never see Laszlo again. That, he realized, was not a pleasant thought – but he was completely at a loss to account for it. There was one likely explanation for his feelings that Daniel wasn’t taking into account – but his failure to do so wasn’t really all that surprising. Given the distinct lack of affection in his upbringing, the harsh anger which had led his mother to cut him off for good, the way the porn magnate had casually used and manipulated him in his younger days, it was hardly to be expected that he would have any idea at all of what this abstraction called “love” might look, or sound, or feel like. In any case, Daniel had other and bigger problems to face as he thought of where his life was going to turn next. Right now, he felt as if Los Angeles was a place that ought to recede into his past, since it was so connected in his mind with the porn biz. Now he needed, in the worst way, to go somewhere else where he could feel comfortably “at home,” wherever that might be, as he worked at charting his new direction. This problem, though, he did know how to solve. It was time for him to return to the sea.

l Yeah, Male Genital Mutilation in the US has relatively recent history and it goes back to J.H. Kellogg. Yeah, the Corn Flakes guy. He was very "Religeous" very "Sex is only for procreation" and believed bland food with little to no meat and genital mutilation would reduce/ prevent masturbation. There are also advocates that tour cleanliness and uniformty between father and son. I serious feel such mutilation should be done away with. I'm glad I still have my hood

So please be careful to give others advices like „They usually take a few months to go away on their own.“ HPV - if not treated - can cause cancer. The earlier treatment starts the better!

It could get confusing if people can’t tell whether you’re a Florist or a Floorist.

I suspect that’s precisely what they wouldn’t do…

“Hey Wanker, can I talk to you for a sec?” Chunk asked in a low voice after he came to sit down next to him. Wanker glanced over as he took another bite of the hamburger and macaroni casserole they were being fed. After the failed attack on the compound the Bravos had been given their gear and told to set up camp just outside the compound in a cleared area. Then they’d been told to get some sleep and they all crashed for a luxurious four hours straight once Sarge had given the all clear that their camp passed inspection. Normally camp inspection was a job for Assmunch and Sleeper, but no one knew where Assmunch was. And Bootlicker and Weeble were AWOL too. Sleeper had gotten himself skull punched and in spite of his arguing that he was fine, Sarge told him to shut his dickhole and sleep it off. It was sometime in the early morning hours and something about the quiet and darkness after the last 48 hours was especially relaxing. The silence had a different flavor just after a battle drill exercise. It felt empty. And whoever was doing the cooking here was amazing. The casserole had some kind of cheese and maybe salsa? that added a whole other level to basic hamburger and macaroni. That was on top of the fact that tree bark and dandelions would have tasted excellent after their ordeal. “Sure Chunk. What’s up?” He answered between mouthfuls. That was another thing, there was plenty to eat which was a rarity when out on patrol. He was already on his second serving. Chunk looked off at the other Bravos, then down at his plate. “I was just…”. He paused. “Just spit it out, brother. We help each other, right?” He gave Chunk a friendly grin. “But no Bootlicker secrets, okay? You know I can’t.” Chunk looked up and gave a nervous grin. “Nah, I don’t want to know anything about any of THAT.” Then he took a deep breath to reinforce his resolve. “I was just wondering… what’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “You know… getting fucked. Does it hurt?” Chunk said it in a rush, as if taking too long to ask would force him to chicken out. Wanker smiled. “That’s it? That’s what’s got you all worked up and nervous? Relax man, it’s no big deal. You can ask me anything you want. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, but the first time it hurt like hell. But that had more to do with how big the dick was.” Chunk’s eyes widened slightly. “Was it Footlong?” Then he held up a hand. “You don’t have to tell me, I shouldn’t have asked.” A chuckle escaped Wanker’s lips. “No, it wasn’t Footlong. And technically, it wasn’t the first dick that hurt, it was the second one. The guy wasn’t trying to be gentle.” Chunk stared at him with a slack jaw, mouth open in shock. “Were you raped, Wanker?” Wanker looked away and took a deep breath. “No man, it wasn’t rape. I gave him permission. I guess it’s no big deal if you know. Assmunch knows, he helped me through when I came back to the barracks. Fuck, it hurt just to hold my asshole closed. Mostly it wasn’t so bad during even if it was pretty brutal, but after… well afterwards it was my brain making the pain worse than what it had to be.” Chunk was fighting between sympathy and curiosity, and curiosity won out. “Why did you give the guy permission?” Wanker looked at him with a peaceful smile that lacked all regret. “Because I didn’t want to leave the Bravos. Didn’t want to chance it. It was either take the punishment or get booted.” Hearing Wanker put it so plainly hit a sympathetic chord in Chunk’s soul. He would have made the same choice. He nodded at Wanker’s words. “Yeah, I woulda done the same, I think.” “Besides, Sarge broke me in before Horvath dished out the punishment, so I was okay with what happened. I did deserve it, at the very least for being caught. Sarge isn’t so bad, he said that was the main mistake I made, being stupid enough to get caught. And I learned how much I love you guys, so I wouldn’t take it back.” It appeared that Chunk had a never ending supply of shocked, wide-eyed gaping looks to give, because another one transformed his face into disbelief. “Sarge?” Wanker nodded. “Yup. He’s got a big crank, and you’ve seen his nuts, fucking huge sack. And then Horvath’s just a goddamn horse. If Sarge hadn’t opened me up easy, Sergeant Charlie would have ripped me open.” “Damn.” Chunk whispered, staring off into space. After a few moments, he continued. “You said it doesn’t hurt anymore, though.” “Nah, now it’s good, no big deal. Sometimes I’m not even thinking about it when one of the guys is taking a run. Sometimes it feels good too. It can be a good way to relax everything and just let go.” The fourth variation of incredulity froze on Chunk’s face. Man, the guy was cracking Wanker up with how many different ways he could demonstrate being mentally thrown off his feet. “I could probably take another Horvath fucking no problem now.” He said, trying for a fifth variation. He wasn’t disappointed, and it made him laugh. “Dude, do you practice those looks in the mirror? I swear to God they just keep getting better.” “It’s just… I mean… wow! How big?” Chunk stuttered. Wanker held up his arm and pointed to his forearm to his wrist. Then, it was Wanker’s turn to stare off. “You want to know the best part? I feel closer to you guys. I like taking care of the brothers that need it. It’s like I’m doing something good for them, even if it’s just something stupid like getting them off and helping them feel good. I feel like I’m paying you guys back for putting up with all the times Bootlicker and I got us all in trouble. Pulling my weight a little.” “It’s not stupid, Wanker. They joke around sometimes about you being a good fuck, but they’re always grateful. And they don’t ever talk bad about you for doing it. Shark says you’re prime.” Chunk reached out an arm and grasped Wanker’s shoulder. “You know we love you, we love Bootlicker too. I’m glad you wanted to stick around, brother. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Wanker felt his eyes begin to fill up. He fought it down, but it was hard to do. “Thanks, Chunk. Feels good to hear that.” He replied sincerely, putting another fork full of food in his mouth to cover his difficulty holding back his emotions. “I think I want to try it.” Chunk said. Wanker coughed up the bite he was just about to swallow. He proceeded to keep coughing. He grabbed his canteen to try to take a drink between his choking coughs. After 30 seconds of getting himself calmed down, he said “Warn a brother before you just spit something like that out.” “Sorry, man.” Chunk gave a small laugh then got serious. “I don’t know, I’m not into dudes, but you guys aren’t really just dudes, you know? And I get horny sometimes. I only ever see you guys.” He sighed. “Don’t laugh, but sometimes I get so crazy for someone to touch me. We all joke around a lot, horseplay, but it’s all just regular stuff. When we did massages at Airborne that first week it felt so good to have someone put their hands on me to make me feel good. I know it sounds dumb and pretty gay.” He looked down at the ground as if he was ashamed for showing sensitivity and vulnerability. Wanker put his plate down and moved closer to Chunk. “It’s not dumb, Chunk. I get it.” He put his arm around Chunk’s shoulders and pulled him into him. “We’re brothers, and we’re all really close. I think I know why you’re asking about all this.” He gave Chunk a squeeze. “We’re close, but there’s a line. We can joke around but it’s always got to be a joke. A little grab ass, an armlock instead of a long hug. But look, if you need a little extra love, dude, just ask. Most of the guys here wouldn’t bat an eye. You want a buddy cuddle, just say it. And if you want more than that, you know I’m available anytime.” In a move Wanker would never have predicted from Chunk, his brother tilted his head and laid it on his shoulder. “Thanks Wanker.” “And look, if you ever do want your cherry popped we can make that happen too, so don’t worry about it so much, okay? Take it from me, it’s not a big deal. What happens to your asshole doesn’t define you as a man. It’s just an asshole, who the fuck cares what goes into it or comes out? Plus, if you’re going to do it, it’s best if you let a brother take care of it. It’ll stay in the Brotherhood. And no one here is going to look at you different afterwards. Just be sure that’s what you want.” Chunk heaved a sigh and Wanker felt him relax even more. “Maybe you’re right, that I’m not really looking to get fucked. I don’t know.” Another sigh. “My head’s all over the place. I know it wouldn’t even come up if we had access to females.” Wanker pulled his hand off Chunk’s shoulder and rubbed it across his head, sliding it through the short buzz of his clipper cut, drawing a low purr from Chunk’s throat. “Yeah, I feel ya, man. That would be nice. In spite of all the action I’m getting, it’s not the same. A little pussy would be fantastic.” They sat like that for a few minutes, taking comfort in their shared misery, Wanker never stopping his gentle motions on Chunk’s skull. Wanker thought that it was really nice that they could just sit like that without worrying about what the other guys would say. Trusting your brothers was a good, warm feeling. At that moment it seemed stupid that men couldn’t do this anytime they wanted without it being seen as something more than what it was. A little pussy every now and then, plus the love of your brother, yeah that would be a perfect life. ***************************** “I disagree, McGregor. I’m not useful in any way. Not for this.” Ulster McGregor shook his head. He didn’t know what was up with Brickmann, but it was clear he was avoiding his nephew. But he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t useful as someone to use against the kid. Not anymore. At this point, all he would be good for was to comfort the kid. And Private Brickmann didn’t appear to need all that much comforting. It was a shame they couldn’t break any bones or make some cuts. That usually took things into serious territory, but Ulster was fairly sure the kid wouldn’t break easily and a few broken bones and slices wasn’t likely to have a different result. Bennett agreed saying the lack of flinching and cowering while he jabbed, punched, and kicked the kid indicated the subject had accepted the current level of persuasion and the next level was necessary. They could psychologically break him, it wouldn’t be difficult, but there was no purpose to that. He wasn’t holding any actual intel. Collins had simply said to attempt to get any secrets, no matter how small, from him. Bennett agreed that the kid endured far better than most that were tested this way. And the level 2 rape, while distasteful and not enjoyable for either party, was never the real goal. Rape was tricky as a mental punishment. For men at a certain level of training it didn’t physically affect them much, but mentally and emotionally? It could shatter the foundations of their confidence. Men believed their strength was rooted in their manhood, especially soldiers. Damage their manhood and they questioned their ability to resist. The more it mattered to them, the worse it was. But the rape had to be tailored to the stage they were in life, and you had to know something personal about them to make it an effective technique for breaking a subject. It was why it wasn’t usually an option. However, a buck Private in the U.S. Army, first leadership position as Platoon leader, separated from his men with no hope of rescue. He should have fought like a banshee, or begged with tears and snot running down his face. Instead, it was as if he just ignored it. Just like he ignored the beatings. Ulster wasn’t quite sure how to evaluate that, except that the kid was resistant to the usual low level techniques. Nor could he reconcile the fact that the kid’s uncle wasn’t all that torn up about it, at least not enough to make himself known to his nephew and get him back on his feet. “Tom will be fine, Ulster. Now isn’t the time to bring me in. Let me take the idiot out, get him away from the rest. You keep Tom here. I’ll take the idiot as my project.” Brickmann explained. “He’s hiding something. He shouldn’t be Tom’s second. I haven’t seen anything that makes him special enough to warrant that position, so either Tom knows something about him that makes it worth having him as his second or there’s something else. But regardless, the kid needs to step up or get out of the way. Quincy Washington, the little guy Chambers, or the one they call Bootlicker would make a much better second. I’ll bring the idiot back for explosives training, but the rest I’ll handle in the mountains.” “Fine. Montelongo does need handling. Maybe try to figure out why that hasn’t happened yet. Sergeant Walters should never have approved his assignment as second, but maybe it’s a test for your nephew, or a lesson. I’ll have Bennett work with Walters.” Ulster replied. “What are you going to do with the other two?” Brickmann asked, taking a last look at the contents of the file folder he held in his hands. “You going to tell them it was all a psy op?” Ulster grinned. “I figured we keep them going until they figure it out. I think putting them back with their unit would dilute their focus. They are both very intense. And determined. I like the little guy. If any of these kids are going to make it to Battalion, it’ll be these two and your nephew. The little guy deserves my personal attention. Hammer is better for the other kid. I haven’t decided if the little ego competition they are fighting with each other is useful for a training enhancement yet. Hammer and I do things differently and my kid responds to praise and emotional support, eager to please. Having Hammer around will keep the kid’s guard up. Did you know he calls Hammer ‘Whisperman’ like some creepy horror movie?” Ulster chuckled. Ivan Brickmann laughed. “I heard that on the ears. That’s Gregory’s own fault. He really puts it on thick when he wants to. He wanted the kid afraid. If you’re going to have a fucked up voice, why not use it?” Ulster nodded. “Well it got him moving. Alright, you take Montelongo out, see if you can find out what his deal is and break his complacency. It’s up to you whether you want to tell him about your nephew. I’ll have Bennett have a go at the Sergeants, they should get along nicely, same basic animal. I just know Collins is doing one of his nerd projects and it would be nice if just this once he told us the point. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good mystery and it keeps me on my toes, but we can be way more effective with these kids if we know the goal.” Brickmann’s answering laughter was loud and exuberant. “Ah, Ulster. The rats don’t get told why they get the cheese. Whatever he wants with these kids he wants something else from us. You should be used to it by now. If we have to be his circus monkeys every now and then, or rats in one of his mazes, you know it’ll be worth it. Besides, he’s not asking us to do anything but what we want to do and what we’re good at.” Ulster looked down at his desk, lost in thought. He had six teams on foreign soil at the moment but right now they were independent operators and needed no oversight. He had two weeks to toughen these kids up enough to sail through the Ranger Induction Program. They had a good start with the training they’d had up to this point and they were far more motivated than their usual students which were foreign military or civilian guerrillas who barely knew which end of the gun a bullet flew out of. And that training didn’t go beyond skills needed for a specific operation or mission. How to kidnap a subject. Destroy this bridge. Stop the upcoming attack on this village. Rescue these prisoners. If Americans had to be sent in they either couldn’t be seen, or everyone that was a witness had to be killed. Most of the time, putting down enemy fighters to the last man was okay, even if it was messy and left questions. But sometimes the operation couldn’t look TOO professional. Sometimes they had to be ghosts. Sometimes it was about retrieving someone in an organization that needed to disappear. Delicate missions. Local resources. Anything that needed to happen that wouldn’t point back to the U.S. JSOC and SOF like SEAL teams were useful for many missions, especially when support was crucial. But there were far more situations that didn’t require moving a mountain or couldn’t endure the notice of allies or the U.N. And while a country like Somalia might not track and identify every single aircraft over its airspace, you could bet that the Soviet satellites did, or worse NATO. Having to answer to your allies for a local action or regional incursion was far worse than telling the Soviets to fuck off. Often it was your own allies that were the worst at using intel against you. It was always a bargaining chip in some negotiation for aid, trade or raid. And now the Soviet States were independent. That would ordinarily be a win for democracy. Except for the question of how the various military resources, including the nukes, were divided. And who ended up controlling Russia, the largest Soviet State. Correction: Former Soviet State. It was still difficult to stop using the word Soviet. In the resulting chaos of the dissolution of the USSR, Ulster found a niche he was able to exploit and grow his small training facility into a global mercenary force. The Eastern Bloc countries had thrown out the Soviet loyalist communists and Russian officials and through back channels had asked for certain resources, mostly information trading, to shore up their protection from Moscow. Most of that came in the form of identifying Soviet agents that were planted in organizations in their country. Ulster had gotten his chops as a subversive military advisor for the Afghans in their ten year war against the Soviet Union. Of course it was a not-so-secret secret that the U.S. was arming and training the Afghanistan guerilla forces, the Mujahideen. It was one of the reasons the Soviets hadn’t succeeded. Another reason, probably more accurate, was that war was a valuable commodity. Sure, it was expensive, difficult, and problematic when conducted so far away from your power core. But you couldn’t sharpen your blade on air, and you couldn’t support your military industry without an enemy. At least half the problem was that the USSR was arrogant and didn’t feel that putting in a maximum effort was worth it for Afghanistan. They treated the military action as a training exercise rather than an actual war. Well, it wasn’t completely because of that, they were fighting the gradually growing resistance to the failures of communism. The recession of the mid-70’s to the mid 80’s didn’t only affect the western capitalist nations. The life of the average citizen wasn’t good anywhere in the world, but in Soviet countries it was particularly dismal. So the USSR wasn’t unified, and the Iron Curtain couldn’t completely block information that the rest of the world wasn’t suffering near as badly as they were. There were no food lines, no shortages in the Western countries. And the people blamed their leaders. Leaders who only made it worse by making the most vocal detractors ‘disappear’. Ulster shook off the useless musings. He could write a ten volume series on the slow deterioration of the former USSR from the unique perspective of an Operator whose primary missions had been to sow dissent and destabilize, to enable resistance and generally cause chaos, some openly as U.S. military but most from the darkness behind the curtain. It exposed the opportunity that a private mercenary company could have. But he took it a step further. Most of the mercs out in the world were small outfits. Limited Strike teams that expanded their personnel only if the job required it, hiring whoever they needed for a temporary job, but keeping only a core group of twenty or less as a permanent group. There were thousands of floaters out there, former agents or soldiers with no particular loyalty or morality. About half were in the business of selling information back to their former masters. After all, if you could get paid twice for the same amount of work, why not? And thanks to Ulster’s former job, he knew almost all of them. Almost all of them were men, and some women, who couldn’t bear a life of normalcy, of civilian laziness. It was an addiction to adrenaline, to danger, to challenge and pitting their skills against something bigger than whether to eat pork chops or meatloaf for dinner that night. Deadlines, the dance of evasion or escape and knowing the secrets of the world was far more seductive than mowing your lawn and going to the mall later. It took an immense amount of focus and determination to leave that world behind. The success rate for reintegration was about 50% and entirely dependent on the personality. Ulster was fortunate that he woke up and realized that his family was more important than what he did for work. He wasn’t sure exactly when his job became his priority, but Heather leaving him and taking the kids terrified him far more than facing down an enemy. So he changed. If he had to pick one thing that separated those who could leave the life of excitement and danger, and those who couldn’t, it was that the successful ones found something else they couldn’t afford to lose, something far more important. So he founded International Conflict Resources with most of the loose money he’d stashed away from various missions over twelve years. He was surprised to find out it all came to roughly 15 million U.S. once it was converted. The thing about warlords, political tools, and petty regional thugs was that they loved having money laying around, as if bricks and stacks of it made them feel good when they looked at it. Or they were afraid if they let it too far away from them it would be stolen. It was a strange psychological reaction but there was a reason for it: Organization independence when the regional banking system was easily utilized by other agencies to discover, manipulate, or cripple your limited organization. Loose money was a protection against being frozen. And it was a Plan B if everything fell apart. They could run and hide and use that money to start again. However, as in all other things, these limited organizations always believed they found a clever way to hide when in fact they were just using a method that organizations had used for hundreds of years, methods that governments and agencies were well prepared for. Money laundering, shell entities, distributed caches, non-active players acting as holders (some of them legitimate), all of them easily tracked and mapped out. And while the U.S. either seized or turned over to local governments the ‘official’ money, the loose money wasn’t significant enough to worry about and whichever team managed to find it could keep it as a bonus. Most of that fell into the ‘personal stockpile’ category of specific players and amounted to less than 100K. If you brought it into the US all you needed was an identifier to register it as foreign earnings so the IRS could send you a tax bill. Those identifiers came with the contract package as a standard perq. Ulster had taken a page from the organizations he’d taken down over the years and left his cut in distributed caches, accounts or businesses all over the world. When he began doing it he didn’t have a specific plan other than a nice retirement nest egg. It wouldn’t do to put that money to use while he was still working and his family enjoyed a comfortable middle class income provided by his legitimate employment. It was only when he cycled out of his action team and officially ‘retired’ that he established International Conflict Resources. He started small. Just himself and one guy from his former team hiring out as ‘advisors’ on carefully chosen operations for the US government. Over the last four years they’d grown into a respectable mercenary outfit that provided a full range of services from basic security contracts to small incursions and raids. He was the first one to approach newly separated operators and peak specialities soldiers to recruit for his growing organization thanks to his former handler feeding him potential recruits. He had placement for each of the psychological types - those who wanted to stay domestic and out of the fight, those who couldn’t mentally leave the fight behind, those who were geared more to support and logistics, those who were masters of infiltration and intel gathering, and more. Brickmann was one of the latter types. He loved the mental chess match of infiltration and was impressive in his ability to remake himself into any type of character. But it was his uncanny ability to figure out what his target needed and slide into that role that proved his worth. If there was anyone that could get inside the Montelongo kid’s head, it was him. Knowing Brickmann, he’d play it blind. This wasn’t life or death so he’d forego the standard background intel on the subject. Brickmann said ‘reactions, questions, casual conversations are all more natural if you don’t know.’ Again, that was part of Brickmann’s gift. Ulster knew Brickmann would think it too easy to gain the trust of the Montelongo kid if he had a file on him first. There were a few other standouts in the first group Collins had sent here. The one they called Weeble was a surprise and Ulster intended to push him as far along the path as he could because the kid had potential. Initiative and motivation, a refusal to quit, determination and a quiet strength all hidden by that meek, willing personality. The way he’d dealt with his abandonment checked off a lot of boxes. How he’d fought through his Whisperman ordeal checked off others. And then there was his interaction with Ulster himself. The kid didn’t whine, didn’t complain, made split second decisions and didn’t look back. He dedicated himself to the mission and went beyond expectations. That kind of drive and determination, the fight beyond his abilities, the confidence in his actions couldn’t be taught. That came from a history of overcoming obstacles and created character that bled off into others that surrounded him. The sexual episode, while fun, was a test he’d passed with flying colors. Not the way he submitted himself, but afterwards when the kid maintained his focus and moved forward without the episode having a single effect. That kind of absolute compartmentalization was an unusual and valuable trait. Ulster wrote out a list of the notables and assigned handlers from his available men. The rest would get group training as a class. When he finished, he was slightly surprised that his list was as long as it was. For the hundredth time in the last two days he wondered what Collins was doing with these kids. Ordinarily there might have been two, maybe three standouts in a normal Infantry Platoon. The quality he was seeing in these troops hinted that Collins had selected each of them specifically. He also suspected that Brickmann’s nephew played a large part in who these troops were. One of the benefits of effective leadership was that it elevated subordinates and wouldn’t allow mediocrity to endure. He could quote the historical military tactician that paraphrased but he had to get moving and his mind was busy making a plan. *********************** “BENNETT!” Brickmann yelled as he climbed the stairs inside the command center. He passed Fazzini as he walked up. “Grab Decker.” He told Fazzini. Fazzini grinned with a squint of his impossibly light blue eyes before hurrying down the stairs. Once Brickmann entered the top floor with windows that overlooked the still dark compound he saw Bennett sitting at the security desk, looking at the monitors that had various video feeds. “What do you want, Ivan?” Bennett replied in a deep impatient voice without even giving him the courtesy of looking at him. Ivan crossed his arms and planted his feet. “I want to kick your ass you piece of shit.” Bennett stood up and inflated his impressive size. Now he did grace Ivan with a look. A mean, challenging look. “Fuck off. You mad I fucked your nephew?” Bennett spat with a snide smirk. Bennett was a large man. Bearded even though he still kept his black hair cut in a military fade, he looked like a pro wrestler complete with that slightly insane glint in his dark eyes. The beard was cut in a Spartan style, shorter and straight on the sides of the jaw, but longer on the chin to create an even point. He’d be handsome if it wasn’t for the big nose that had obviously been broken more than a couple times in the past. Crooked and with a thick knot halfway up the length said the man had refused to have it fixed. He had a heavy brow and prominent cheekbones he kept free of beard growth. Bennett liked to think of himself as a real tough guy. He kept in shape and loved to use his size to intimidate. There was only one way to deal with a man that stood three inches taller and 50 pounds heavier. Ivan’s foot flashed out faster than Bennett could react and slammed into his crotch with every ounce of brutal force he could impart. Right in the nuts. If you went for that move, you had to give it everything. But he gave props to Bennett for not vomiting. A lesser man would have emptied his stomach. Bennett collapsed with a grunt of pain. That never got old. He gasped while trying to steady himself on his hands and knees. One good knee to the side of Bennett’s head finished the job to send him reeling over onto his side, curled up into a ball. Fazzini and Decker arrived a few seconds after. “Put him over the desk.” Brickmann said. They yanked Bennett up and threw him face down over the desk. He grabbed the waistband of Bennett’s trousers and pulled with a full powered heave as the fabric ripped and exposed the sturdy oversized meat of his bare, hairy ass. He began to struggle but an uppercut between his legs right into his already sore balls put a stop to that. “Behave yourself boy. You’ve already lost.” Ivan spat. “Fuck you, pussy.” Bennett managed. That made Ivan grin. “We’ll see who’s the pussy here.” Going in dry wasn’t easy. It was painful on your dick, but the trick was to work it in slowly. Bennett thrashed on the desk, held down by Fazzini and Decker, which made it even more of a challenge so Ivan punched his fist down into Bennett’s mouth, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping onto the desk. “Look at you, first blood. Not so tough now, are you?” Bennett’s only response was to grunt in pain as the head of Ivan’s impressive dick popped through his outer ring. His legs seized up and he clenched down in reflex. “Relax, or I’ll break your nose, boy.” Ivan growled, punching the bigger man in the right kidney. “No. I’m gonna break your dick off.” Bennett promised. “Fine.” Ivan said with no inflection, managing to get a little more dick forced inside before slamming his palm down right beside Bennett’s nose, causing a gush of blood to join the small pool already on the desk from his split lip. They were all breathing heavily, Fazzini and Decker having to use all their weight to keep Bennett pinned, Bennett fighting with all he had against the weight of the three of them, and Ivan keeping up the pressure of forcing himself inside this beast dry while beating down with his fists. Bennett was no easy victim but this was going to get done. And finally, Ivan’s hips were pressed firmly up against Bennett’s hairy cheeks. Still, his big meaty ass meant Ivan was only halfway planted. Big round muscle asses were great to look at, but the hole was buried deeper than your average man. He reached down and grabbed the torn fabric of Bennett’s trousers and ripped the right leg further until he could free Bennett’s knee to pull it up onto the desk, spreading his ass enough to push all the way in. “Aaaaahhh, fuck!” Bennett gasped wetly through the blood. “That’s right, it’s a fuck. That’s what happens to Beta bitches. Just what you deserve, getting dicked down by better men than you.” Ivan grunted while he gave a few short thrusts which drew out some fresh mucous from Bennett’s abraded hole. Irritate any mucous membrane and the automatic response of the body was to produce the slimy fluid meant to flush the foreign object or material out. And assholes worked just like the nose and mouth even if there was less fluid expelled. Bennett took the opportunity to buck, trying to get his right leg back down. Ivan pulled out completely and gave Bennett another punch to the balls before sliding his belt off in less than a second. He jammed his cock back in to the hilt accompanies by Bennett’s squeal of pain, then looped the belt around Bennett’s knee while he was momentarily incapacitated and pushing it into the handle of the drawer just below, securing it tightly. “Now we rock and roll. You’re weak. You’re nothing next to a real man. Can’t even fight back because you know this is where you belong, face down with a dick in your ass being beaten by an Alpha that’s older and tougher.” Ivan picked up the pace, thrusting hard and deep into Bennett’s warm, tight hole. The legs of the desk were giving out a squeak with every push, matching the grunts of pain from Bennett. “Stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Bennett’s tone had changed. “Please don’t, please stop.” His words were quiet and held none of the snide challenge from earlier. “Stop what?” Ivan ordered. “I’m pathetic. I’m so weak. You’re stronger. Please stop hitting me, sir.” Bennett pleaded. Ivan pulled out and stood back. He saw Bennett’s big body deflate, watched as his brutalized hairy asshole clenched and unclenched trying to adjust to the punishment, his full, trunk like thighs spread wide. Ivan signaled Fazzini and Decker who slowly took their weight off Bennett’s shoulders. Bennett didn’t move and lay there breathing hard. He was a picture, that was for sure. One leg cocked up and tied, his ass spread wide, his other leg not even trying to bear his weight. He remained in position. Ivan moved forward again, grabbing the two meaty globes of Bennett’s ass and pulling them further apart. He spat on Bennett’s tightly puckered hole and pushed the head of his hard cock against it. “You gonna be a good boy now?” “Yes, sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett said in a childlike voice. “Yes, you are. Such a good boy.” Ivan repeated sweetly, reaching out a hand to stroke down the back of Bennett’s head as he slowly re-entered the big man. He noticed his left knee throbbing slightly from when he’d slammed it into Bennett’s hard skull earlier. Not as young as he used to be, and he hated the reminder. Bennett’s groan was one of whimpering pleasure now as he sunk the length of his thick cock inside the younger man. The Brickmann clan men were all gifted with above average equipment and he knew how perfectly it stretched a willing hole, whether that was ass or pussy. That was Bennett’s hidden need, the key to who he was. He responded to overwhelming dominance. Overwhelming. He couldn’t submit himself, as much as he really wanted to, without force. Inside, Bennett was desperate for validation from superior men. Ivan had met his type before, those who were too masculine, out to constantly prove how much better they were than all the other little men around them that they considered less masculine and competent. Strutting around with a chip on their shoulder, daring any confrontation. Derisive smirks on their lips, a glint of violence in their eyes. But given the right circumstances, that bravado melted into a soft pile of willing and compliant puppy dog who loved to serve. If the world proved anything, it was that even if you considered yourself an Alpha, there was always a bigger, badder Alpha out there. And Ultimate Alphas saw boys like Bennett as amusing little chihuahuas that barked and barked, nipped at their ankles, but easy enough to put in their place. The first Ultimate Alpha that taught the puppy that lesson had them for life if they chose. But true Alphas were made for hunting, so owning someone like Bennett wasn’t a goal for Ivan, and owning Bennett would not help him grow. That didn’t mean Bennett didn’t look at him and Ulster as his Alphas, which he always would. It was ingrained in his very soul now. If Ivan had just walked in and snapped his fingers Bennett would have removed his trousers and bent over the desk without a word. But Ivan knew how to keep Bennett on the leash, and that was to dominate him with brutality first. It was all about the trigger. And by continuing to demonstrate dominance before rewarding him as a good boy, it ensured Bennett would never just roll over for anyone and would eventually grow beyond the sub-Alpha stage. Oh, he might still find some big strong way too good looking beast to give it to him good, but that wouldn’t have anything to do with his authority or self image. And it was Brickmann’s duty as his Alpha to help him grow to that point. Ulster had given him the task. And he would fulfill it. They both had high hopes for the young wolf. Ivan didn’t enjoy the rough part, no true Alpha did, but it was what Bennett needed the most, almost more than the tender part afterwards. The rough part was what allowed him to let go, to let himself be dominated and commanded, but only by someone stronger that he accepted as an Alpha. Bennett was still young, at 31. Hopefully he could reconcile these two opposites inside himself eventually. He’d never become an Ultimate Alpha until he did. Ivan scowled. ICS wasn’t some perverted grooming outfit for guys to get their kicks with other guys. But there were many types of men, and men like Bennett had a specific need, and without that he’d act out. It was why the man had only barely made it to the end of his second enlistment. Competence could only cover for so much acting out. Ulster had recognized his belligerence immediately and had set Ivan the task of dissecting the man. And if a beat down and a fuck was what squared the beast away, that was what he would be trained with until he grew beyond such basic levels. Ivan wasn’t even sure how much he believed in the whole Alpha concept, but Bennett did. The boy needed strong leadership to bring out his best. And to him, submitting himself to another proven stronger male was how it happened. For now. Ivan hoped he didn’t have to keep fucking Bennett for much longer. It was losing its allure. Ivan did his duty in letting Bennett provide him pleasure and gradually worked himself up to orgasm by pounding Bennett’s ass as hard as he could. The desk had moved a foot, and he’d have to slow it down so the monitors didn’t come unplugged. Another crucial aspect of this side of Bennett was knowing he’d pleased a man he looked up to. So Ivan had to finish. Sure, it wasn’t an unpleasant duty and Ivan Brickmann enjoyed it, having this big, mean beast submissive to him, so he made certain he used his prime, grade A ass to maximum effect while Bennett moaned with grateful pleasure beneath him. The big dark haired man hadn’t moved an inch from the position they’d left him in when they released him. He truly was a good boy. There was something heady and serotonin inducing to submit a specimen like Bennett. “Oooh, yeah, you’re going to make me cum boy. Do you want me to cum?” Ivan moaned, keeping to the script. “Yes, sir. I want you to cum so bad. Please? I promise I’ll be good.” Bennett whimpered. The sincere and desperate need in Bennett’s voice brought Ivan to the brink, and he stopped right at the edge. When the feeling began to wane, he stroked a couple more times. He reached the brink again, feeling a small spurt of ejaculate leak out inside Bennett’s muscular, gripping hole. He paused, letting the moment back off, squeezing down, and even slower he thrust in before stopping again. It was building, and would reach the point of being unable to stop his orgasm regardless of what he did or didn’t do. Just the barest movement kept bringing him to the edge. He moved painfully slow, reveling in the wet rub of Bennett’s guts keeping him balanced on the knife edge. “Please…”. Bennett whined with a weak, trembling voice. That did it, it was happening. The flush of pleasure that started in his throat, spread across his chest and straight down his stomach to…not his dick, but under his dick, beneath it, just before exploding up from the base of his balls. He almost painfully pulled back and then sunk back into the warmth as his dick jerked and twitched with every thick ropey spurt of hot jizz spraying out in an almost continuous pour of molten seed. Character roles were one thing, but he was still a man fucking something wet, tight, and warm. Nature takes over at some point. “Oh fuck, oh my fucking God, oh holy fucking shit, oh shit…”. Ivan gasped as the powerful orgasm shook him from foot to eyeballs. The type of nutting that made your entire body spasm and lose control. The repeated flexing of every fiber in his dick was undeniable and uninterrupted, spewing forth more and more cum as if suctioning it right out of his balls in a way that made them ache so good. “Yes, give it to me, sir. Yes sir. Yes sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett matched him with every uttered phrase. This was the moment of his greatest validation. He’d satisfied a superior male, gave him pleasure and accomplished his purpose. Ivan tried to catch his breath while remaining fully inside the younger man’s willing and receptive ass. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Ivan breathed, giving himself time to pull himself together. Bennett didn’t squeeze down on his dick. He wouldn’t do anything without Harris’ command. He withdrew his softening dick, which was a sign of having the best, most intense orgasm. A regular orgasm wouldn’t make him go soft and he often found himself continuing to fuck for a second orgasm, or a third. He sighed. That was the irony of life. The type of nut that made you cum the hardest also ensured you couldn’t do that again in any decent amount of time no matter how much you wanted to feel that soul shaking release a second time. While the average ones you could repeat many times in the course of a couple hours. It was almost as if your nervous system’s goal was to expel the full amount of your seed one way or another - either through one violent and explosive massive detonation, or through multiple lesser small caliber munitions deliveries. Bennett obediently remained in the same position. Ivan buttoned up his trousers and automatically went to secure his belt before he remembered it was strapping Bennett’s leg down. He moved to the side of the desk and knelt down to look Bennett in the eye. His nose had stopped bleeding, as had his split lip. He was going to have a black eye. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to walk around for a week with a bruised up face, and everyone was going to know how he got that way. Bennett didn’t get beat up except for one specific way. And many were the men who thought they could do the job only to have Bennett’s mark on their faces instead. Lucky for them, Bennett didn’t do anything beyond teach them a lesson with his fists for over-estimating their ability to dominate him. And if there was one thing Bennett loved more than getting fucked by an Alpha male, it was beating the shit out of lesser men who were beneath him. Because of that, he didn’t discourage his male suitors. As long as they could take him down, they could have the prize, but if they couldn’t he would have plenty of fun banging them up and unconscious, which for someone with Bennett’s talents meant they didn’t pass out until he wanted them to pass out. There was a betting pool in ICR for who could take the longest beating, who managed to get the prize (which was now up to a whopping $8000 and had remained unclaimed for a year now, the last guy some insanely stacked Israeli Shayetet who Bennett insulted one too many times, trying to push him to prove it. Bennett smiled for a week after, and that was fucking weird as shit seeing him smile like that with half his face distorted from his beat down), and a pool for who had the most attempts. Again, Bennett knew about the betting pool and supported it. He wasn’t trying to chase anyone away. They just had to earn it. Of course, Ivan didn’t participate, it wouldn’t be fair as he’d already claimed the prize many times, usually when Bennett completed a job particularly well. As Bennett’s Alpha it was his right and duty. And after testing his nephew to the ultimate limit, Bennett deserved his reward. Tom would be better because of what Bennett had done. Decker moved up behind Bennett, his own reward for his participating in the fight. No, Decker and Fazzini wouldn’t qualify for the pool, being helpers didn’t count. Now that the big 6’3” hairy muscle boy was freshly fucked there wasn’t any difficulty sliding his own average sized cock up inside using Harris’ cum as lube. Still tight and incredibly warm, Decker began pounding. “Make it good, Decker. Hard and fast, like he likes it.” Ivan directed. If Bennett got the sense you weren’t fucking him like a real man should fuck, you’d lose out and he’d come out of his docile submission and you’d have to fight him down again. And Fazzini and Decker weren’t up to taking Bennett down on their own, even if his pants were ripped open and he had one eye swelling shut. “I know that, Brickmann. Shut the fuck up while I jam my dick in this bitch.” Decker growled, almost overplaying it. But the violent balls deep thrusts he shoved into Bennett’s jiggling meaty ass did enough to keep the angry rhino asleep. It was good that he didn’t linger and emptied his own nuts into the young muscle boy in quick order before giving up his place to Fazzini. As long as the train kept running, Bennett would stay in his good boy persona. While he was docile, anyone his Alpha gave him to could do what they liked. Ivan took the opportunity to look in Bennett’s dark brown eyes. “Hey there good boy. You did good with the kid in lockdown. I’m proud of you.” He said, stroking Bennett’s forehead. Bennett smiled as his face slid through the blood on the desktop with every one of Fazzini’s jabbing thrusts. “Thank you sir. I could bleed him without incapacitating him if you want. It wouldn’t damage him too much.” The eager offer made Ivan smile back. He sounded like a kid offering to get his father a beer and his favorite slippers. “Ulster will decide. The kid will be an Alpha, so target what you do with that goal in mind. I’m headed out, so be a good boy while I’m gone, okay?” Bennett nodded without breaking eye contact just as Fazzini came in his ass with a few low grunts. “Yes, sir. I’ll be a good boy. I’m always a good boy.” Brickmann gave him a pat on his head. “Yes you are. A very good boy.” He stood up and told Decker “Cover the desk while Bennett gets himself cleaned up.” After retrieving his belt and releasing the big man, he followed Bennett down the stairs, who walked with head held high and shoulders back in spite of his ass hanging bare with the shredded ruins of his trousers flopping loose. Several of the men turned to look, then resumed what they were doing without batting an eye as he and Bennett walked past on the main level. The state of Bennett’s face, and his big meaty ass exposed told them everything they needed to know. And they knew better than to give any indication of it or they would face a lesson from Bennett who would beat them to a pulp even if a river of jizz was sliding down his hairy hamstrings. Only after Bennett descended on the lift did it occur to Ivan that Bennett uncharacteristically wasn’t wearing underwear. A chuckle escaped his lips. Bennett was definitely a very good boy. He had been looking forward to Ivan’s visit. Now, he had to collect the Montelongo kid and be on his way. Shower first though, then load him up like a pack mule from the equipment in the bunker. He had a lot to learn.

Looking at these stats, it amazes me that nearly 70 percent are negative. Kudos to those who paid attention in sex ed classes and listened to information about safe sex practices. An HIV diagnosis may no longer be a death sentence, but no one is going to convince me that it is not life altering. That is why I stay out of the "bug chasing" threads, despite people proclaiming they are "fiction".

I found my dad's porn DVD's. Was curious about and watched a lot, tried something about mastrubation because that mades me horny like hell. I was 8 and very curious about all the stuff. With masturbation i never stopped.

I doubt you’re unique in that experience. Not only have most of us worn that T-shirt, it’s now being used to clean the windows. However, I have been known to blank guys in the sauna when I’ve been to vain to wear my spectacles and don’t have any contacts with me…

The best ass eating I ever did was when I was blindfolded in my bathhouse room and a guy climbed on my cock and rode me until I filled his ass with my 6 day load. He then got off and stuck his ass on my face making me lick my creamy load out, it was so hot and messy and being blindfolded made it even more piggy.

One other point of interest: 2.4% of males suffer from some form of dichromatic colorblindness. To them, the colorful hanky code @pupHawaii posted above looks something like this:

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

My wife told me that when she sends me out to bottom for other guys, she’s going to lock my cock up in a cage. (She controls who I fuck and if I top or bottom for them) She says when I’m bottoming I’m just there to please other guys, not to get pleased. The very idea of it turns me on big time.

PART TWO I was in a state of shock as Seth started laying down the ground rules to everyone before filming started, "I'll be brief coz I don't want you to lose your hard-ons, though you'll get them back pretty quick! For those of you that haven't worked with us before, or watched our videos, you don't cum in Cody's mouth, you either cum on his face or into the glass here..." I looked across and saw the type of large cocktail glass I'd seen in so many female blowbang videos, not knowing there was a male equivalent. "Don't get pushy, you'll all likely get a turn in his mouth!" The guys all whooped & cheered at that comment, I could've died. "Now there's two cameramen here & a sound guy for each one so we'll just switch angles when we put it out if you get in the way. As you know, we don't like showing poppers so if you wanna use them, we'll just switch angles then too. Cody, if you need to use them just tap your knee and one of our guys will sort you out & we'll cut to a shot of the guys." I nodded, my head still spinning. "We're right to go so take a couple of hits and.......action!" I took a couple of deep hits of the poppers in each nostril to relax and gave the bottle back. I'd obviously done some experimenting with drugs previously but these made me feel so loose & turned on. Seth stood next to one of the cameramen and started talking to me, "And who do we have here?" "Cody" "And how old are you Cody?" "19" "19?!?! Wow, some real fresh meat. Have you ever done something like this before?" I shook my head, thinking "Fuck.....can we get started already?" "And what would your friends say if they knew you were doing something like this?" "Oh they'd be totally shocked" (not a word of a lie there!) "Well, we'd better get these guys in to test out this fresh mouth!" as he said that, a guy came from either side of me and without thinking, I started stroking their dicks. I was so high & horny, and I'd seen so many straight blowbang videos that I kinda knew what to do. "How do they feel Cody?" "They feel really good." I was kinda shocked at how hot & hard they felt, I'd be lying if I wasn't turned on, even if I wasn't high off the poppers. "I think you've been talking too much mate, time to put that mouth to much better use." Seth said, and both the guys laughed. I turned to my left and took cock in my mouth for the first time, and the first of so many that day. END OF PART TWO

Choking is so hot. Met a guy last summer hot AF. He wanted to choke me while pounding my ass. I was in. He started with his big strong hands. After awhile he let go, just after he shot his load into me. Then used a belt. The harder he fucked the tighter the belt. I was so turned on I shot my load without touching myself. He indicated he wsnts to take it all the way. Freaked me out a bit. Thinking i might let him. Tell me how fucked up that is.

Seeing as my arm was twisted 😜

I was in a straight marriage and I started to have a homosexual affair with a friend from work. He started to flirt with me at work and after some drinks . I told him that I played with a gay friend in high school. He got more interested in me. So we started to have a homosexual affair. We would sneak away and play. When this started a few people at work were wondering about my sexuality . Cause they knew that I was married. My friend introduced me to his group of fuck buddies . With this introduction to bareback sex was incredible. I was the new top in the group. This affair was getting hotter and hotter. In high school and after I did not want to be gay. For fear of what being outed as being gay in a straight family and AIDS. My double life was all working out. My friend and I talked about chasing since I was in this group. We knew of the risks in chasing. After two years into my affair, we hooked up at a holiday party. And we snuck away and fucked around. I dumped a few loads into him and he dumped a few into me . I later found out he was out sick a few weeks earlier. Didn’t think about that at the time. Well I got sick a few weeks later. I seroconverted soon after that. We both seroconverted that holiday season. Now I have two problems, one that I was cheating on my wife with a man and that I’m HIV POSITIVE now. That affair ended my marriage. You said “basically with in 3 years pozzed.” It took me two years to get pozzed. “And sad thing is I really do not think either is truly gay.” I started my affair as a straight male. Boy in two years I started to become a gay male. “But no choice now for them” You are right. After getting pozzed, The only thing was to come out as gay. That was an interesting job to do with friends and family. So now friends at work started treating me a little different. And some friends found out that was the cause of why my marriage ended cause I was gay. I have no regrets for getting pozzed. My friend and I still fuck around. And I’m Very Happy being a Homosexual now.

Following the Cheating Boyfriend Lately, my boyfriend has been working late. In the past when he would work late, he would come home tired and grumpy, just worn out from a long day's work. But, in the past few weeks, when he's been out late, at work, he's come home horny and ready to jump into bed. Being the good boyfriend, I nearly always rim his tight hole to get it ready for my dick. A few nights ago, I got his ass in the air and went to town, working my tongue over his hole, and I thought it seemed looser than usual. I could stick my whole tongue in right away. My boyfriend groaned in approval, so I figured nothing was out of the ordinary. But then, when I stuck my tongue in again, I was sure I could taste the tartness of cum. We hadn't fucked in a few days, so I knew it couldn't have been mine. Perhaps I should have said something, but instead, I went to working a few fingers in, prying him open, and sure enough gobs of cum trickled out. I was so hard at the thought of eating someone else's cum out of his hole, I stuck my dick in, all the way in one thrust, using someone else's jizz as lube! Usually, my my boyfriend goes soft when I fuck him, but this time he was rock hard! I jerked him as I screwed his hole and I shot a massive wad all over his heaving chest. I managed to hold off a few seconds more and shot my load up his ass, adding my cum to whoever else's was already there. I licked him his cum and fingered his sloppy hole a bit, kissing him and pushing his wad into his mouth. He rolled over and fell asleep right away. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, knowing something was up, and that someone else had fucked my boyfriend. Not just fucked him, but fucked him raw. Not just fucked him raw, but came in his unprotected bare hole. My boyfriend and I had fucked bare since we decided to be exclusive a few months before, but I guess all bets were off now. Strangely, I wasn't angry, I just wanted to be part of the decision for him, and maybe me too, to take cum from other guys. I decided to try to find out what was up the next time he told me he had to “work late.” I didn't have to wait long to put my plan into action. Just three days later, my boyfriend sent me a text message saying, 'LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER LONG NITE. C U AT HOME L8R.' I knew he usually got off work around 6, so I headed to his office at 5:45 or so, and snuck in to see him working at his desk. I noticed he kept watching the clock like he was nervous, or in a hurry or something. At the stroke of 6, he leapt him, pulled on his coat and headed for the door. I ducked behind a plant in the lobby, and followed him out. He walked quickly to the corner and ran down the steps to the subway. I had to run to catch up. Luckily, I managed to hop into the car just before the doors closed, and hid behind a tall guy. A few stops later, my boyfriend hopped off the train, and I followed. Up on the street, he made a few turns and ducked into a gay adult bookstore. There was a neon sign in the window saying “BUDDY BASEMENT.” I looked around the shop and didn't see him, so I went to the desk and asked the Attendant, a skinny guy with a pierced nose and some raunchy tattoos on his arms, “Did a cute guy about 6'-0”, with a motorcycle jacket just go to the basement?” He answered with a smirk, “Oh, him, yeah. Better hurry after him if you don't want sloppy seconds, er, thirds, or fourths! He's real popular around here.” My jaw dropped, but I paid the admission and headed down as my cock started getting hard. There was a dim musty locker room where a few guys were fooling around. Some were in their underwear, or jockstraps, but most were wrapped in a towel or naked. I shucked off my clothes, except for my jockstrap, and went out into the hall to see if I could find my boy. I wasn't sure what I would do when I did find him, but I knew it would be fun. The thought of walking in on him taking some stranger's raw load got me so hard. I peeked into a few cubicles and saw some nasty raw action, but no sign of my boy. I lingered a bit watching one cute skinny blond boy sit on two raw dicks in one room. Just then, I felt a hand caress my exposed cheeks. “Haven't seen you around here before,” said a sultry voice. I turned, half expecting it to be my boy, but it wasn't. It was a hot as hell hunk, late 20s, tall, blond spiky hair, ripped gym body, naked except for a small towel over his crotch. I could tell my the lump down there that he was well hung. “Wanna play?” he asked. “Fuck yeah.” I figured a little distraction wouldn't hurt things, and maybe some bareback sex would even the playing field a bit. Right there in the hall, I knelt down and pulled his towel off, revealing a think eight inch uncut cock. I swallowed it all in one gulp. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down onto his cock. “You take raw loads, man?” “Well, I'm new at this, but I might if it was clean.” “Oh yeah. I'm clean. Took a shower before heading over.” I laughed at his corny joke as he stood me up and led me into a room. He didn't close the door, but kept it open a crack. I figured this stud must like an audience. “Get me wet, dude.” I lay down on my back on the bed, and he pulled my head off of the edge of the mattress. He started shoving his cock down my throat. I slobbered all over it, choking and gagging a bit. Just then, I heard the door creak and felt a hand on my ass. My top pulled my knees to my check, exposing my ass for the new stranger. I felt a tongue probing my hole, followed my a finger or two. “Is he primed and ready?” my top asked. “Ummmmmmmm...” was the only reply. My top pulled out of my throat and flipped me over so I was facing the wall. I guided his bare dick into my ass. He was slow at first, but picked up once I was accustomed to his girth. After a few thrusts, I could feel him bottoming out deep in my gut. I was moaning, almost whimpering as he fucked me. I knew I was going to take his cum now whether I wanted to or not. As he picked him his pace he grunted into my ear, “You gonna be a good boy and take my seed?” “Yeah.” “You gonna let me give you my babies?” “Fuck yeah.” “You gonna let me POZ THAT ASS!?!?!” What? I thought he said he was clean! He thrust forward, shooting his poisoned jizz as deep into my raw hole as it could go. I could feel one, two, three, four, then five spurts. I came without even touching my dick, shooting my wad all over the filthy bedspread beneath me. It was then that I heard a familiar voice. “So, you've met Andy.” I turned my head to see my boyfriend standing there, naked and hard. I was speechless. I'd just done what he had done, cheated and taken a raw load! But the load simmering in my gut was POZ! I could only imagine what he must have been thinking. “Don't worry about it. Andy started giving me his death seed when I discovered this place a few weeks ago.” So, my boyfriend had been taking POZ loads too! He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, rubbing his stubble into my face. When he pulled away, Andy was gone, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time he fucked me.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

Get both, a thong and a regular bathing suit, decide which you're comfortable with when you get there. Personally, I'd like to see you in a Speedo with the lining cut out of it.