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We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

I necked my own drink, and then got up off the stool and followed Peter over to the padded fuck bench in the middle of the room. “Let’s give the guys a good welcome sight” he said, motioning me to get onto it. I took a hit of poppers from the bottle stored in the pouch on my harness, and then did as directed and got on the bench on all fours. I stayed still while he attached a couple of chains to the leather cuffs I was already wearing round my wrists, and waited patiently while he wrestled to get the bench’s own restraints round my boots to strap my legs in place. “Right, that should do” he said. “You lubed?” “Yeah” I replied. “Used a plug earlier too.” “Good” he said, “no need to dally around then.” With that, after a cursory exploration of my exposed hole with a couple of his fingers, I felt his cock pushing against me. Then, without much fanfare, he slowly but firmly pushed the entire length of it into me, the PA he promised (which I had not actually seen yet) feeling really different to anything I had experienced before. “There we go” he said. “You OK?” “Yeah” I breathed out. With that he started to slowly fuck, building up his tempo fairly quickly until he was hammering in and out of me. He was really verbal throughout, repeatedly telling me how toxic he was, how this was going to be the fuck that changed me, and what a slut I was. I just moaned and groaned as I was pushed back and forth, absolutely loving both the physical feeling of his cock in me as well as the mental fuckery he was putting me through with this first pozzing of the night. Eventually he thrust into me one final time and stayed put through the spasms of his orgasm, pumping me full of his gloriously toxic juices. I just quietly muttered “breed me” over and over and encourage him to fully empty his tanks into me. Just as he was breathing deeply out following the final spurt, we heard the door to the warehouse open and clomp of several sets of footsteps coming into the foyer. “Company’s here” said Peter, before withdrawing himself from me and leaving me feeling empty and gaping. “Gents!” he shouted, as the men entered the room. “Just bred the pig to get us started, so he’s ready for you.” Cheers went up, and I heard a lot more clomping as the group moved around the room, I guessed in boots not dissimilar to what I was wearing. I could not tell how many of them there were given my exposed arse was pointing towards the door, and the immediate hubbub of conversation amongst them all did not help me work out what kind of crowd they were. However, it wasn’t long before I felt some hands started to explore my backside, and a finger get inserted. Again, it wasn’t clear if this was one guy, two, or a whole crowd. Then, of course, the finger was withdrawn and another cock was pressing against me. In it went, bony hands gripped my hips, and the next breeding of the evening got underway. While the mystery guy was fucking me, some of the crowd started moving around to where I could see them. They were indeed all middle aged or older, but it was otherwise a very mixed group. Fat and thin, tall and short, muscled and wasting, leather and normal clothes, smoking and not. I looked around them all as I was fucked, keeping eye contact where it was made, and admiring any dicks that were already out on display. Eventually a large chubby guy wearing a Nike tracksuit approached me closer and held out his dick, which I happily took into my mouth. I do love being spit roasted, and knowing that both dicks were poz was such a turn on that I started to moan around the cock being pushed down my throat. I was on that bench for a long time, and was fucked over and over. Although I’d seen some of the guys in attendance I knew there were more who had stayed behind me out of view, with quite a lot of chatter coming from the bar area over at the side. As such, I had no idea if everyone had bred me yet, whether anyone had taken a second turn, or what. It didn’t matter though, as I was being reamed out almost constantly, and while each guy had his own style and approach to it, every single one of them let me know in some way that I was taking unmedicated poz cum. This was even better than I’d hoped it would be. After however long it was, Peter appeared in front of me with a warm smile, while someone else was hammering away at the back. “Having fun?” he asked. I just moaned while nodding in response. “Well, we don’t want to wear you out so early in the night, so once Calum here has shot his load how about we give you a bit of a break?” I just nodded again. Truth be told, as awesome as this was, I wanted to change position, maybe have a drink and a cigarette, and I was keen to actually see this group in its entirety. Sure enough, the guy I now knew was called Calum shot off in me, his poz talk coming through with a bit of an Irish brogue, and then once he withdrew Peter and some other chap got me released from the bench. I stood up rather stiffly and stretched, then turned to see the group. There looked to be about twenty of them, much more than I had expected, and while most were chatting to each other a few did nod or wink in my direction as I made eye contact with them. I made my way over, and gladly took a glass of water that someone handed to me followed by a beer from someone else. While I wondered where the packet of cigarettes I had brought down had ended up, one was offered to me by a big bear of a man which I gladly took, and then relaxed into chatting to these men for a bit. They were a nice bunch it turned out, and I could see why they hung around together. There was no judgement of the various fetishes on display, nor of those who just dressed in normal clothes, and what surprised me the most was that no-one seemed to want to delve into my reasons for being there. I guessed I must not have been the first bugchaser to attend one of their gatherings. After a couple of drinks, a real gym bunny of a man started to stroke my exposed buttocks signalling that Round Two was not far off. I stood there and smoked what I knew would be my last cigarette for a while as a couple of others joined in with exploring my body, and then found myself being coaxed over to a nearby mattress. After being on my feet for a while at the bar it was a bit of a relief that it wasn’t the St Andrew’s Cross they wanted to use next, and I happily got down onto the mattress, took a few hits of poppers, and waited for some indication of what position to get into. The first couple of guys took me missionary style, seemingly enjoying making a lot of eye contact while they sawed in and out of my well-used hole with their toxic disco sticks. Others wanted me on all fours, a couple of group members had me ride them, and then the last few took me while I was spreadeagled on my front. Some got really verbal, others just did the deed and then made way for others. It was all fucking fantastic, quite frankly. Once the last of them was done, I once again got up to join the rest of the group, my stretched arsehole now properly dripping with toxic cum. Once again I was handed drinks and a cigarette, and once again it was just really nice to have a chat to this curious mix of guys. However, I could feel I was now a bit more physically tired, and I had lost all track of time so was clueless as to the hour. “Right, we’re going to get you into the sling” said Peter from behind me as he put his hands on my shoulders, “and then everyone is going to fuck one or two more loads into you. Then bed. OK?” I nodded, took a final draw of my cigarette, and then allowed myself to be walked over to a really impressive apparatus with a padded leather sling attached to it. I climbed up onto it, lay back and lifted my legs, watching as a couple of guys put my ankles through the hoops. However, rather than my wrists also being secured in place, I was quite surprised when an ashtray, cigarettes and a lighter were plonked on my chest, someone handed me some poppers, and another guy brought over some drinks and put them on a small table nearby. “Just say if you want some water, whisky or whatever” he said, giving me a warm smile. “Someone at this end will get it for you.” I could not help but chuckle, but gave him a warm smile back and nodded. Round Three was a much more relaxed affair, with everyone clearly less energetic than they had been before, but almost enjoying the fucking more as a result. It was fantastic to just lie there with a steady supply of toxic cocks keeping me filled, while able to make eye contact with each of the group, smoke cigarettes when I fancied it, take hits of poppers when I needed it, and gulp down swigs of water or whatever else was on offer to keep myself both hydrated and buzzed. Again, I have no idea how long I spent there, but time had no meaning nor concern to me. I was where I belonged, and this was only the first night. I could not wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store. [to be continued]

Chapter 1: My name is Dennis I'm a young black male of 18 years old, 5'10", 150lbs. with a runner's built, athletic legs very shapely with a firm tight but, I'm out for my morning jog like I do every morning before school but this time was different no school I graduated a week ago so had the summer free. I made my regular hour jog around the neighborhood it's now about 6:23 in the morning, I'm about to pass Mr. Stevenson's house that lives next door to my parents house a fenced yard separates us, he just stepped out his door to pick up the newspaper. He looks up at me and wave me over I stop my jog and head over to his porch. Good morning Mr. Stevenson Hey Dennis how's your run going? Quite well Sir thanks for asking Hey Dennis I know you had a birthday a some months ago so I got you a present Ahh, Mr. Stevenson you didn't have to do that No problem at all son you're a good kid and I wanted to do something nice for you Thanks you again Sir Come on in so I can give it to you, you got time don't you? Yes Sir since I'm finish with school That's good it won't take that long son As l was walking pass Mr. Stevenson he was looking across the street up and down I didn't think anything of it and just walked into his house. Mr. Stevenson closed and locked his door, came up behind me place his right hand on my shoulder. Your gift is upstairs I wanted it to be a surprise go on up I'm right behind you. I reached the top of the stairs looking a little puzzle Your gift in the backroom Mr. Stevenson said and pointed the way. I walked into the room the door slammed Mr. Stevenson put a hand over my mouth grabbed me up from behind and carried me over to the bed, I was yelling into his hand kicking my legs but it did nothing Mr. Stevenson was way taller, bigger and stronger. He got to the bed and fell forward both of us hitting the bed hard, his heavy weight on me was making it hard for me to breathe but I was still trying to free myself. With his body on top of me he took his arm from around mybody reached up to grab my neck and started squeezing Shut The Fuck Up, Keep Still He was squeezing my neck hard I stop yelling and struggling to focus on air. Now do what I say and behave yourself and I won't have to hurt you, Do you hear me boy? Say It, Say It, Yes Sir! SAY IT!!! Yes Sir, his hand was still over my mouth. Good son, now reach under the pillow and get some of your birthday gifts out. I put my right hand under the pillow pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs, I started to sobbing That's not all boy, reach Again. "more sobbing" That's right a nice huge ballgag to keep your mouth shut. Now put that cuff around your wrist and squeeze it tight, tighter, Put the other cuff around the rod and close it around your other wrist, tighter Tighter! Now listen up I'm going to remove my hand from your month if I hear one sound I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Got It? and he started to squeeze my neck again harder that I was yelling yes into his hand. Good boy... He released the grip on my neck and took his other hand off my month picking up the ballgag, it was coming towards my mouth so I automatically open my mouth because I didn't wanted to get hurt. Good, you're leaning... I was making noises from my mouth as he was forcing that huge ball in, my jaws was hurting I yelled out some. Take It, It's going in one way or another, Open Wider, I Said Wider, I was shaking my head side to side yelling that I can't. Yes you can! He slapped my head then pushed it in Told you could take it He started pulling on the straps really hard they was cutting into the corners of mouth once it was buckle he got off me and the bed. I turned around and balled up my legs I just wanted to get away from him, "He was smiling" You ain't going nowhere so stop making it harder on yourself I'm still not finish getting you ready the most important birthday gift is still coming yet.

I breathed out deeply once I had closed the car door. It was done. My strapping younger son was safely delivered to the halls of residence, his first year at university about to begin, and I was done. Sure, fatherhood was lifelong, but this stage of it was over. Justin was starting out on his road to independence, his brother Jacob had already done so two years earlier, and I was now something of a free man. The boys were my pride and joy. Smart, athletic, good looking, popular, a perennial hit with the ladies - they were everything the right wing nut jobs would tell you they that never could have been with a single gay dad. But those things they were, and I was damn proud of it. Since their mother had thrown in the towel on parenting and marriage six months after Justin was born, they had been my entire focus. I had done a good job all things considered. My wife’s departure was obviously difficult, but it at least made me vow to never go down that road again. I have no regrets given the amazing two sons I have out of the whole debacle, but I knew I was gay before I even got married and it was tougher with each day to keep that side of me bottled up. I never made that mistake again, instead choosing to be honest with myself and those around me. Jacob and Justin grew up only knowing me as a gay man. Raising two sons by yourself does not leave much time for other pursuits, and I was basically celibate for fifteen years. Sure, I had many offers from my sister and parents for babysitting, but to be honest whenever I took them up on it and got out of the house, all I wanted to do was check into a hotel and sleep. However, once the boys were old enough that they could be left at home for a few hours with Jacob in charge, I finally started to re-explore the world of men, something that I had only done a little at university before meeting Simone. Well, it turned out that there was something of a pig in me who was finally being let out of the pen. At first I tried just generic - almost vanilla - hookups, but after I’d had my first visit to a gay sauna I realised my true nature lay on the sleazier side of things. I was initially versatile, and went on PrEP so I could safely engage in bareback sex with any man who fancied a session. In time I found I was really more of a bottom, although perfectly willing to top when the moment called for it. My preference, however, was to just be bred over and over, and I cared not by whom. But then I got bored. Maybe it was that age old problem of the excitement of something eventually wearing off, to the point that you start to look for the next thing to tickle you. I didn’t want that to be chems or other drugs, so I guess I started looking for it in the sex. Despite being on PrEP, I found there to be something exciting in hooking up with poz guys and having them shoot their toxic seed in me. I actively started seeking it out, engaging in a growing fantasy of being pozzed, and not always being honest with the tops that I was in fact on PrEP. I guess it was something of an epiphany that led to me realising that I didn’t just want the fantasy anymore. I wanted the real thing. I mentally flip-flopped on it for a long time, convincing myself in the comedown from a sex high that it was just a fantasy that I used to get turned on, but eventually it became impossible to convince myself that this was the case. It was obvious: I wanted to convert. However, I wanted to have some control over it, rather than just going off PrEP and randomly finding out some day that I had been pozzed. It was a turn-on for me, but also a transition to a new stage of life, and I wanted to choose when it was going to happen and be ‘in the moment’ with it all. As such, I joined the ranks of chasers online, seeking an actual unmedicated (and willing) top through the sea of undetectables. Many a hope was dashed along the way, finding myself being repeatedly ghosted once whichever guy I was talking to had presumably got his rocks off wanking about the fantasy. It was all quite disheartening, but then I seemed to strike gold. The guy - who went by the username PozMids - was a little older than me, and lived in a former mining town in the north Midlands. He ran what he described as a ‘social club’ for older poz guys, utilising the premises of his old family business in a warehouse on an industrial estate. He told me it was a relatively closed circle, but members were allowed to bring in some entertainment every now and then with the agreement of everyone else. He was proposing that I be that entertainment, after what he said had been a ‘stealthy vetting process’. It eventually transpired that some of the guys who had flaked out on me had actually been testing me to make sure I fit whatever they considered to be the requirements. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Justin had been accepted to the University of Nottingham, meaning I was going to be driving him up to the Midlands. It wasn’t too far to get to where this club was going to be meeting, and PozMids had told me that that I was welcome to stay for a long weekend as he had built a couple of bedrooms with basic facilities into the former offices of the warehouse. I just had to bring what food and drink I might want for any downtime I had, and otherwise my needs would be catered for by the group. This all sounded too good to be true, and I fully expected another flake-out. However, after dropping Justin off at his halls of residence, I messaged PozMids again and got an immediate reply containing the full address that I needed to go to. It was going to happen! I set off in the car, but had to pull over after a few minutes and compose myself. I was seriously excited, but I think I also needed to check that my racing heart was not a sign of impending doubt. Was this taking a fantasy too far? Did I really want to deliberately convert? I got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Bad habit, not one I really had in my day-to-day life, but was a good nerve calmer when I was letting my inner pig out. It did the trick. Yes, this is what I wanted, and I was just pumped up as I was excited about it, with a possible mild tinge of wondering if I was unwittingly going round to a serial killer’s place of business. I chuckled to myself when I realised that was exactly what I was doing, from a certain point of view. Cigarette smoked, I got myself together and then set off again, putting on some music to accompany the drive. When I eventually found my way through the industrial estate to where my satnav was sending me, I parked up and got out of the car. There were a few warehouses around and it was far from obvious which one I was actually supposed to be heading for, so I got my phone out and messaged that I had arrived. While waiting for a response I then got my bags out of the car, dumped them on the pavement and lit another cigarette. Bags. Yes, plural. You see, aside from wanting the normal provisions you need for a weekend away, I had also brought my stash of kinks. Various bits of leather, some toys, a blindfold, a marker pen, and of course my douching equipment, lube and poppers. I was well ready for whatever these guys might be into, or of course for what I was into myself if I was given that choice. I had a vision of how I wanted at least part of this weekend to go, so thought I better come prepared. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, I heard a door open behind me. Upon turning around, I saw a man emerge and immediately recognised him as PozMids. “Glad you could make it” he said, smiling as he walked towards me. “It’s always fifty-fifty.” “The odds are worse than that from my experience” I replied, also smiling. “True, true” he replied, reaching out to shake my hand as he got to me. “Anyway, I’m Peter, and welcome to my little place.” “Not so little” I said, looking back at the warehouse. “But I’m very pleased to be here. I’m Brad” “Good to meet you Brad” he said. “Now let’s get you inside and settled before everyone else arrives.” I picked up my bags and followed him inside, going up some stairs as soon as we walked through the door to reach a set of rooms. He directed me into one of them, where I found a single bed with a small set of drawers beside them, and then he showed me where the admittedly clean bathroom and kitchen were. I had honestly expected it to be a bit of a state, but he seemed to keep the place in good order. He also showed me the small balcony area at the side of the building, I guess having realised I might want somewhere to go and smoke. He left me to get unpacked, showered and cleaned out, and suggested I get dressed in whatever I was most comfortable in for the evening before coming back downstairs for a drink. I thus got on with all that, having a shower and then a bit of a douche to finish off a job I had quietly started before dawn at home while Justin was still sleeping. Once cleaned and dried, and with lube and a plug inserted in my rear end, I stepped outside wrapped in a towel to have a cigarette. I had another straight after, such were my nerves. Finally I felt ready to go all in on my outfit. First up a leather jockstrap, then some nice sturdy chaps and my Fuck Me Boots. I then got myself into a harness, my big thick padded wrist cuffs, and my muir cap. I then fished out and put on my 1.5 kilo silver chain, something I had bought on a whim and occasionally regretted given I was a bit too meek to wear it in my daily life, but which just seemed perfect for tonight. Finally, and with a bit of slow and careful effort, I used the marker and the convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom to write “POZ ME” on my buttcheeks. I had another cigarette outside to help me gather my nerves, and then went downstairs. There did not seem to be any other obvious rooms downstairs, so I went through the door into the main warehouse space. It was huge and thus looked pretty empty, but as I glanced around I saw there was actually quite a lot in there. Various mattresses, couches and chairs were dotted around, as were an array of big wooden boxes, upturned oil drums, a couple of slings, a St Andrew’s cross, and a padded leather fuck bench in the centre of the room. It was quite clear what this room was for, and I got an immediate hard-on. Over to the side was a bar area, and that’s where I saw Peter (aka PozMids) sitting on a stool with his back to me, looking at his phone. I coughed to make it clear I was in the room, and he swivelled round. “Well, you don’t beat about the bush” he said, smiling at me as I walked over. “Dressed like that, I think you’re not going to get much of a warm-up this evening. The guys will be all over you the minute they walk in.” “That’s what I was hoping” I said, smiling back at him. He offered me a drink, and I gladly took a large whisky. He also fished out an ashtray and slid it across the bar at me, letting me know I was fine to smoke in the warehouse. I happily lit up a cigarette as we sat on the stools having a drink. “So, you’re here to get pozzed” he said. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” I replied. “Been wanting it for ages now.” “Fair enough” he said. “There’s a couple of guys coming tonight who are on meds, but most aren’t. One guy you won’t be able to miss has full-on AIDS.” “Great” I said, “hopefully tonight will be the night.” “I’m sure it will” he said. “I can get an old toothbrush out and make sure if you want.” “Actually” I replied, after hesitating, “I kind of want it to be natural.” “OK” he said, “although I have a big PA as do some of the other guys, so you’re going to get pretty worn out back there anyway.” “Cool” I said, smiling. “I like the sound of that.” “Any other limits?” he asked. “No” I replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well OK then. If you need a break just say, we’re not here to hold you hostage or force you to do things you don’t want to.” “Great” I said. “I’ve got quite a bit of stamina so hopefully I’ll be fine.” He necked the last of his drink, and then put the empty glass down on the bar. “Shall we get started?” [to be continued]

Here is my first attempt at a story. Hope you like it. Today was the day. The plan for my pozzing had been set in place. For the last week I had been messaging with an older Dom top who had a high VL. I had come across his profile on BBRTS and was enthralled by the pictures of his erect penis. His profile said he was poz. I had never been with a poz top let alone one with a high VL, but his cock pictures had me returning to his profile several times over the course of a week. He must have seen me repeatedly looking at his profile as he finally messaged me that he liked my profile and wanted to meet up. I saw his message to me the next day and responded to him that I really liked the pictures of his cock, but I was neg. He was online and replied right away saying that I was neg now but after an hour with him I would be poz. He then told me how much he loves loading a neg hole with his high VL toxic cum. Reading his response made my cock go rock hard. I first realized that I was gay when I was in junior high. As a teenager, I would masturbate to the fantasy of getting HIV. Growing up in a conservative town, there was little opportunity to explore my sexuality. There was an older single man named Bruce on our street who was believed to be gay, but he was not out. It was not until I was in university in a major city in a more liberal area of the country that I was able explore things. My first sexual experience was in second year with a senior that I met at a LGBT pub night. I told him I was a virgin before we left for his place. That night, we performed oral on each other until we both had cum. He invited me to come to his place later that week so he could take my anal virginity. There was never any discussion about condoms, he automatically put one on. It hurt when he first entered me, but once he got into a rhythm, I knew that I was born to be a bottom. Still due to my conservative upbringing, I dated women while in school and did have straight sex a few times. However, no matter what I did, whenever I had sex with a woman, I would always be thinking of having sex with a man as the bottom. After graduating I moved to a city with a large gay community and several bathhouses. Over the next few years, I discovered barebacking but was always very selective and still used condoms with most men. The fantasy of getting HIV though had never gone away and I would search bareback sex sites for poz tops and look at their pictures while masturbating. One day I found out from my cousin that Bruce had died of complications from aids. I replied to the high VL top from BBRTS that the thought of his poz cum being shot deep into my ass had made me really hard but that I didn’t think I could go through with it. He responded that he understood and wished me a good night. The next day, I was really horny and was surfing BBRTS. I noticed that he was online. I sent him a simple message saying how beautiful his cock looked and how great it would probably feel in my ass. He replied right away promising me it would feel amazing in my ass. He then warned me to be careful what I wish for because he only plays bare and once inside me, he would not stop until he had shot his toxic load inside me. I was rock-hard at the thought. In a moment of weakness, I asked if he wanted to play. He said he couldn’t but was free Saturday afternoon which was two days away. Friday, he sent me a message telling me that he could come to my place on Saturday afternoon around 3pm. If I was interested, I needed to provide him with my address by 2:30 Saturday afternoon. He then gave me a detailed list of instructions to prepare myself. I woke up Saturday morning with a raging hardon. I jerked off twice in the shower hoping that it would calm my nerves and eliminate being horny. But I just could not get the thought of him coming over out of my mind. At 2pm I sent him my address and started getting prepared. I thoroughly cleaned myself out and prepared my bed the way he requested. I got a message from him at 2:45 that he was on his way. I unlocked my front door, got undressed, lubed my hole, and waited on my bed. I was a nervous wreck. Time seemed to stand still waiting for him to arrive. Then after what seemed like hours, I heard a car pull into my driveway and then a car door open and close. I heard him enter my house and then he walked into my bedroom. He said hello and then proceeded to undress. His cock was much bigger than it looked in his profile. He climbed onto my bed, and I lay on my back with my legs up. He had a metal guitar pick on his index finger that had been filed to a sharp point. He slowly inserted his finger in my anus and started pressing the pick into the sides of my rectum. I knew that this was to prepare my hole to receive his gift. I let out a small yelp from the sting of each press after the seventh time he said just one more and then he pulled his finger out. I asked if he wanted me to suck his cock, but he told me pricking my rectum had made his cork rock hard. I could hear him spit on his cock and rub it around. He asked my one final time if I was sure about this because once he started pushing his cock in there was no stopping. I didn’t say anything, I was too scared to talk, I just pulled my legs up. In an instant, I felt his cock start to slide in. I immediately snapped back to reality, but the process had started. As he established a nice rhythm, his cock felt so good sliding in and out while rubbing on my prostate. I started to really enjoy it and began thrusting my hips in rhythm with his movements. After about 10 minutes, his breathing picked up and I knew he was getting close. My cock was harder than it had ever been. My mind was racing, what was I doing, I was about to have my life changed forever. My wrecked hole was seconds away from being filled with high VL poz cum. While I considered myself to be gay there was a small part of my that still wanted to have kids with a woman and at only 28 that was still seemed possible until today. I was about to become poz. At that instead he let out a loud moan and pushed his cock deep into my ass. As I looked into his eyes, I could feel the base of his cock pulsing with each spurt as he ejaculated into me. It was too late, I was being pozzed and there was nothing I could do about it now. The mental sensation was so intense that I started ejaculating my last neg load. I could feel tears in my eyes as the reality of what had just happened set in. As his cock started to go soft, I felt him pull out. He kissed me on the lips and told me that it would be OK. While he got dressed, I lay there on my bed thinking about Bruce, how he got pozzed and how he died. He kissed me one last time and said thank you. Then he left. I heard the front door close and then his car door before I heard his car drive away. I lay there well into the evening watching the sun go down replaying what had happened that afternoon over and over in my head. I alternated between regret and intense hornyness. I jerked off several more times until I could not cum anymore. The next day I resumed my normal routines and went about my life. I dove into my work as I had several projects that I wanted to get wrapped up in case I got the fuck flu. Sure enough, two and a half weeks later I became very sick with the flu. I knew what was happening. It took a week to recover. That Friday afternoon, I went to a local clinic and got tested. The result was not a surprise. As they gave me the results, my cock went rock hard. I sent him a message on BBRTS and he replied that night congratulating me. Then I went to CumUnion at a local bath house. I had not cum since the day I was pozzed. While I am usually a bottom, I found a nice young neg twink to fuck and proceeded to shoot a huge poz load into him. The feeling of my cock exploding into him while knowing how toxic my cock was felt amazing. The End

Part 22 After a while (I have no idea how long) Drew stirred and lifted himself up off of my chest, then off of my cock. I lay there in the stillness trying to relax but not knowing how (I didn't know then the extent to which tina could play havoc with resting and sleeping). Then I became aware of a sound and automatically knew it was due to someone having some kind of sex. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Drew leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, bent over slightly at the waist. Kevin was on his knees behind him and was feverishly slurping on Drew's just-fucked asshole. That was the sound I had heard. I watched and listened as I heard Drew telling Kevin to eat his ass, to suck out his Daddy Justin's fresh cum. I groaned in lust and felt my half hard cock start to stir again. From the other direction I heard Ryan's deep sexy voice and turned my head to face him. He was sitting on the seat of the picnic table filling up another bowl and started talking to me. “Fuck man, you really drilled his ass good didn't you daddy? You got into all the dirty piggy talking you were doing with each other, huh?” Before I could answer Ryan offered me the freshly loaded pipe and once again, with no resistance at all, I eagerly inhaled the fuck smoke which had helped change me so quickly. I blew out a huge cloud and listened to Drew and Kevin while I listened to Ryan's sensuous enticing husky voice. “Yeah you really got into the idea of fucking your own son – Jeremy, right? - while you fucked Drew. Incest raw fucking is so damn hot man! Don't you think so?” I was confused with the thoughts running through my mind and the horniness I was feeling. I had never thought about incest at all and definitely not with my own son. But, there WAS something about fucking Drew and pretending it was Jeremy I had been fucking. Was it pretending, I asked myself, or was it wishing? “No!”, I screamed inside my head. I can't think like that about my own son. I won't I told myself. But..... Ryan continued his dirty arousing talking. “Is Jeremy as hot as you are, Justin? Is he hairy or smooth? Don't you ever wonder how big his dick is when it's hard? Haven't you ever wanted to see him naked and hard?” I couldn't help but moan deep in my throat as Ryan's words were easily worming themselves into my mind and brain, making me think of things I knew I shouldn't. A memory flashed in my brain of when I had accidentally walked in on Jeremy in the bathroom when he was 16. At the time I was embarrassed and apologetic. But now, between Ryan's verbal onslaught and all the walls that had been broken down last week and today, I remembered thinking how impressed I had been with the size of Jeremy's dick at the time. It had looked kind of plumped up I now realized and I wondered if he had been jacking off. “Oh, Jeremy,” I whispered softly stroking my re-awakening dick. I heard the “click” then parted my lips again as Ryan fed me more fuck smoke. And his rau*chy words fed a hidden hunger I knew I shouldn't acknowledge. As the sweet fuck smoke brought everything into a perspective that was totally carnal and forbidden, I heard Ryan as he continued. “Yeah, that's it. It's what you want man. Don't fight it. Think about how hot it would be to fuck Jeremy's ass.” I groaned. “How perfect it would be to get him spun on the fuck smoke and hear him beg you to fuck him. Or to let him fuck you.” I was pulling frantically on my hard cock as Ryan unrelentingly worked to destroy what had to be my last wall of resistance. Then I heard Drew's voice from the other side of me asking what was going on and why his Daddy Justin was so hard and moaning. Ryan answered, telling him, “Daddy Justin is thinking about partying and fucking with his son for real not just roleplay. He wants his own boy in a bad way man,” he finished saying with a smirk in his voice. “Is that right, Daddy Justin?” Drew asked me as he played with my hard nips. “Do you want to have some real nasty incest fun with your own son, Jeremy?” I no longer had the desire or strength to resist. Almost sobbing, but turned on like never before, I said, “Oh fuck yes! Heaven forgive me, but YES!” “Tell me, Daddy Justin,” Drew whispered into my ear. “Let me hear you say it. What do you want to do with Jeremy? Your own flesh-and-blood son, Jeremy?” “I want to fuck his hot teen ass!” I cried out. “I want to shoot my cum inside his guts. I want him to fuck me and cum in my hole. To breed his own dad's hole!” I couldn't believe I was saying these things but I knew I meant them. So bad! Drew pulled me up to a sitting position on the edge of the picnic table. I was light-headed and dizzy and had to close my eyes. I don't know how long I had been laying down there but I was aware it was starting to get dark. Drew stood between my legs and took my cock in his hand. “Well, Daddy Justin,” he said, “what would you say if I told you we might be able to make that happen for you? Would you want us to do that?” I shook my head. What is he talking about, I asked myself, even as I felt my dick throb harder and my ass twitch in anticipation. (to be continued)

Having read through this thread, all I can say, is 🤯🤯🤯! My fantasies/kinks are just that - mine! If the vibe is right, I'll mention them as a possibility to the bottom I'm going to hook up with. If they're not into them, I drop the conversation as I don't need to have my fantasies/kinks happen every time I have sex. Some of the listed requests are so weirdly specific, that I have to wonder what happened in those people's lives to get them to that point...

Part 8 After the flip fucking and breeding we had done, made even more intense with the chems running through our blood and in our brains, we took a break to catch our breath and to smoke more weed and tina and drink some more of what was left of the liquor we'd had when we started out tonight. In my drug-hazy mind I wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but I noticed we were getting low on the booze. It was just a little after 11:00 P.M. and I knew we'd be wanting more for the night. I'd made arrangements when I booked the room to have all the beer and booze we wanted so I reached for the hotel room phone on the night table to call the front desk to order more. A deep sexy voice answered on the third ring and as I started to give the guy my name, room number and order, Chad slid 2 fingers into my cum-soaked hole and began twisting them around, making me moan softly. “Stop that!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Chad and saw the devious grin on his face. “Excuse me, sir?” the guy at the front desk asked on the other end of the call. “No, not you,” I replied trying to regain my composure as Chad added a third finger and began to slowly fuck them in and out of my hole. “My brother is being an ass!” I said by way of explanation. Chad grinned that beautiful seductive smile at me as he continued to torture me while I was on the phone. The desk clerk laughed at my explanation and seemed to let it pass as I wrapped up my order. At that exact moment Chad entered my hole with a fourth finger causing me to gasp and moan loudly. The desk clerk hesitated a moment and asked if I was all right. I assured him I was and asked him to hurry with the delivery, then quickly hung up the phone. I lay my head back on the bed and spread my hairy thighs wider, moaning continually from the hot sensation of having my little brother's fingers in my cummy and partyed-up hole. “You little shit!” I groaned at him while at the same time pushing against his fingers every time he pushed them into me. I heard Chad snicker. “You're liking it though, aren't you big bro?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Fuck yeah I am!” I'd never been fisted before but I'd seen Chad fisted twice in a couple of 3-ways we'd had and it had been obvious he'd enjoyed it. He had tried to talk me into giving it a try but it never appealed to me. I'd rather have his cock (or someone's cock) in my ass instead of a fist. But now, as high and horny as we both were I was not resisting at all as he slid his four fingers in and out of my pucker, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I wasn't consciously thinking of him fisting me but at the same time I was wondering if it felt this good or better. Chad scooted up so that he was kneeling on the bed, pushing my legs higher and back toward my chest. This position allowed him to move his fingers in and out at a faster smoother pace while I moaned louder than I probably should have (I didn't know how thin the walls between the rooms were), squirming on the bed in lust-filled pleasure. “Feels good doesn't it Lance?” he asked seductively. “Feels good having your little brother's fingers sawing in and out of your fuck-hole, huh?” “Yes! Oh fuck bro it feels fantastic!” “Now you can understand why I enjoy getting fisted from time to time,” he continued teasingly. “Right?” I spread my legs even wider and agreed with him that, yes, I understood. “Do you want me to fist you, Lance? Do you want your little brother to fist-fuck your horny hot married hole?” I was just about to answer him when suddenly there was a knock on the door making us both jump. “Fuck! It's probably the booze I ordered from the front desk”, I whispered. “Pull your fingers out, Chad!” I instructed him in a low voice, then saying in a louder voice to whoever had knocked, “Hold on. I'll be right there.” Chad cork-screwed his fingers once more inside me then slowly slid them out, smirking at me. Before I realized it or could stop him, Chad jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, glancing back at me and quickly said, “You better cover up big bro!”. I grabbed the bedspread and pulled it up to my waist at the same moment Chad grabbed the knob and opened the door. Standing there was a very handsome man who looked to be maybe early 30's, with a crew cut, a chiseled face, and wearing khaki shorts and a tight sleeveless pull-over shirt. Chad had positioned his lower body behind the door (thankfully!) but his bare torso was visible to our visitor, as was my own bare sweaty chest. He looked back and forth at us each a couple of times, a look of surprise and interest on his suntanned face. “Uh, I've got the beer and liquor you ordered,” he said, trying to sound professional but not really succeeding. “Great!” answered Chad. “C'mon in!”, and pulled the door open wider but remaining behind it, hiding his nakedness. The guy at the doorway hesitated a moment then stepped into the room, pulling a cart on wheels behind him carrying the good-sized order I'd placed. “Chad!” I said loudly, but it was too late. The man was already inside and Chad was closing the door. “Where do you want...”, he started as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw my sexy hard-bodied little brother totally naked, his mesmerizing smile covering his face and his dick more than half hard. “Oh, sorry”, he stuttered. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked. Chad didn't miss a beat. “Not at all, man. Me and my big brother were just having some fun waiting for the booze. I'm Chad and that's my brother Lance”, he said indicating me. “I'm Greg,” the man answered, unable to take his eyes off of Chad's hunky naked body and growing dick. Chad stepped closer to Greg. “Good to meet you, Greg. Thanks for the booze. Do you want to hang out and have some fun with me and my big brother?” I couldn't believe Chad was standing there naked, with an almost total hard-on, asking this gorgeous man to stay and play. My mind was screaming, “Chad! Wtf?!!”, but I felt my own dick growing quickly to full stiffness. I couldn't deny the thought of a 3-way with this hunk was turning me on. Greg was looking around the room like he didn't know what to do or what to say. Then he stopped as if he had seen something. A smile began covering his face as Chad and I watched him move a hand to the crotch of his shorts and he started fondling a quickly growing bulge. “Are you guys partying?” he asked, and I realized he was looking directly at the glass pipe and lighter sitting on the table next to the bed. “Aw crap!” I said, sure we were going to be tossed out at best, if not have the police called on us. But Chad answered in an even voice as he stepped right up to Greg and put his hand over Greg's own hand caressing himself through his shorts. “Yeah, just a little. Is that okay, Greg? We'll share, won't we Lance?” They both glanced over at me and I nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, we'll share.” Greg was grinning widely now as he looked from Chad then to me then back to Chad. He moved both of his hands to Chad's bare body giving Chad complete access to his stuffed shorts. Greg began running his fingers across Chad's lean tight flesh and Chad unsnapped Greg's shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a snug fitting yellow jock strap, the pouch already becoming soaked, and the back of which framed two solid globes of man-butt. “Are you going to share everything?” Greg asked in a sexy voice, which I recognized as the same voice I had talked to when I ordered the booze. Chad had already dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's jock strap down as he knelt, revealing a thick hard cut cock at least 8” long and dripping precum. “Oh yeah, we're definitely going to share everything with you man,” Chad answered, slipping his mouth over Greg's rigid meat making Greg and me both moan. (to be continued)

I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.

Been noticing a lot of it too. Some mention they like my profile says I bareback or they ask if I'll take them raw, which I always say I will. I don't ask a lot of questions, all too glad to take their loads but yeah, guessing their GFs won't let them rawdog them. Most don't mention whether they're married, engaged, dating, or whatever but its obvious they're straight or bi. I've had more than a few saying it was so much easier with me than with a girl.

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I have great sympathy for you. I have had three out patient procedures since 2021 through Tampa General Hospital's Colon and Rectal Cancer Specialists. They said at first it was a fissure, it took two procedures and now I am able to go to the bathroom without pain. I need to use a stool softener every day, Colace is the one I use. Granted, you need to be near the bathroom when the urge to go strikes, but if you are in pain now it might be the best option till you can see a doctor. You can find Colace at Walmart, CVS, Walgreens. Even the hospital recommended I use it post procedure. I had a third procedure because they found I also had HPV and I never knew I was infected with that. The "down time" is frustrating, but between the pain medication (just a small amount) and the stool softener you should be fine in about a month. I would not suggest trying to have anal sex for quite awhile, to be honest I don't think you will have much desire to do so. It may seem like a long journey but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I wish you the best....

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The top usually manoeuvres me into the position he wants me in. Usually, over long sleazy sessions, I get fucked in most of the standard positions. My own personal choice would be on my back, legs wrapped round his neck/shoulders which allows him deep penetration. I find it important to be able to maintain eye contact while I'm being bred.

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I'm sorry this happened. But the fact is, if an anal rupture has not healed naturally and it's been 3-4 months, you need to go see a doctor, pronto. The longer you wait, the more damage can be done that will be harder to repair - assuming it can be repaired. I realize you live in one of the shittiest states in the US for health care for uninsured people, with one of the shittiest governments in the US in charge, but you need to beg, borrow, or scrape together the money for a visit to an urgent care site (and they may send you to the ER). You might well have developed an infection that won't go away on its own, or otherwise injured yourself in a serious, serious way. No amount of folk healing advice from anyone on here is going to change that. This is a time for actual medical professionals, not suggestions for creams or cleaning.

Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

My last hall pass was two Saturdays ago, July 15th. I live in a close suburb outside Chicago, it’s basically in the city. As I usually do on my hall passes, I was planning on traveling around for the morning and then posting up at Steamworks or Banana Video in the afternoon. Maybe stopping by Te-Jay’s to get some gloryhole dick as a treat, who knows? I started planning things out on Sniffies and BBRT in advance. I weeded out the usual dozens of other guys who seemed like pic collectors, curious but flaky guys, or guys who were eager-but-way-too-far-out. By Friday night, I had 8 guys lined up in my area who had told me they were solid, all of whom confirmed “Saturday morning for sure” when I asked. Saturday morning rolls around and every single one of those guys flaked. 🤬 Oh well. I get back on Sniffies and start driving down to the Loop. I’m not ready to head to Steamworks yet—I want to get some variety before I make that investment. So I put my Sniffies location next to Te-Jay’s and figure if Sniffies is a bust I can at least stop in to the bookstore over lunchtime to fill up on penis and semen from the tourist crowd. *Ding* *Ding* Two guys message me right away. The first guy is closest to where I can find parking, so I tell him I’ll be to his apartment shortly. Black guy, nice looking thick cock, about average length. I walk in and drop my bag at the same time I drop to my knees. I immediately take his soft spongy head in my mouth, lapping at and massaging it with my tongue. This is the first cock I’ve had in months, and I waste no time getting him hard and pounding the back of my mouth. I take time to suck his balls into my mouth while I jerk his now rock hard cock on my face. I drop my shorts around my ankles and bend over his couch, and line the tip of his cock with my pre-lubed asshole. He’s eager as well, thrusting to the hilt and pumping four times before he starts shooting his hot load of cum deep in my hole. He pulls out, and I feel his seed drip out of my hole and run down my leg as I kneel back down and gently put his cock back in my mouth. We both stand up to pull up our pants, and I see that his cum has splattered all over the inside and outside of my shorts. I point it out and laugh, and he lets me clean up a bit with a dishrag. One load down. I message the other guy that I’m on my way. He’s in town for a conference, so I walk over to his hotel. I do the walk of shame past people brunching on patios that I walked by 15 minutes beforehand, when I didn’t have a giant wet spot on the front of my shorts (and probably another one in the back around my asshole). I finally get to the new guy’s hotel room after navigating the lobby elevator and dodging the concierge. He’s in bed stroking his super thick cock, with nothing but his hat and socks on. He lets me drop my bag and take my clothes off, asking me questions about the other guy who just fucked me—he’s gotta be careful because he has a girlfriend. That’s cool, I don’t judge. I grab my poppers and lube and crawl up his bed until I’m planted between his legs. I start licking his balls as I replace his hand with my own, stroking his meaty dick. I roll each of his balls around in my mouth before licking up his shaft and taking his cock past my lips. Savoring the flavor of his precum. I pause to hit my poppers, and he hits them as well while I go back to trying to fit him in my throat. It’s too big unfortunately. He gets up and brings me around to the couch at the foot of his bed, where I kneel and bend over. He starts rimming me. It feels fucking amazing, his tongue slobbering at my cummy hole. He reaches for my cock and I tell him that I usually have trouble getting hard with guys, so he gets the message. Eventually I need his cock inside me, so I reach back and grab for him to come up and fuck me. I lube his shaft and then take a hit of poppers as I feel his cockhead enter my cunt. He slowly presses inside, stretching me open. It’s the perfect cock for my hole. About 7.5 inches long, thick and tapering out to the base, about 2.25 inches in diameter, maybe 7.0 inches in circumference. I love being stretched out. Despite what I said earlier I start getting hard while he begins to move in and out of my loose pussy. He keeps pulling all the way out of my hole, the cool air a pleasant contrast to his throbbing cock. He says that he’s never felt a hole as hot and wet as mine, even his girlfriend’s, and he needs to slow down or he’s going to cum too soon. I tell him I don’t mind, and as he grabs my hips and thrusts back inside me I beg him to pump me full of his hot semen. He buries his cock balls deep in my hole, his whole body going into spasms on my back as he shoots cum into my guts. I’m flying high from poppers and the feeling that there is nothing I would rather be doing right at that moment than taking loads of sticky cum from random strangers. After his cock withdraws from my hole, I get back on my knees to clean him off, just like the last guy. I love going ass-to-mouth, tasting the penis that was just in my asshole and the semen that he just bred me with. He seems to be extremely sensitive, even my very gentle, very slow ministrations with my tongue seem to be too much for him. Either that or he gets a strong case of post-nut clarity, and appears to be in a hurry for me to leave. I take his cue and get dressed, making small talk before grabbing the rest of my things. I give him a fist bump before I walk out the door. I go down the stairwell this time so I don’t need to worry about the slow elevators. To my surprise I have good cell reception in the stairwell, so I post up there for a minute to figure out my next move. I send a message to the hotel guy to thank him for the great fuck and for giving me his load, then consider my options. It’s getting close to noon. I’m about a 30 minute walk from my car, and then probably 20 minutes to get up to Boystown. I had previously planned to meet up with another guy in Boystown around 1-2pm. This guy had said he could host at his apartment with his buddy who was visiting. He said they could spitroast me… umm, yes please! I check in with him again—we had chatted earlier that morning to confirm how many other guys I had lined up before them—and let him know that I was able to get a couple loads despite my earlier bad luck. I wait a few minutes but still don’t get any response. Another couple guys have messaged me around the Loop asking if I’d like to get fucked. After some back and forth I find that neither one of them can host either. They want to fuck me in a bathroom somewhere. Sounds a little too risky for my blood. I’m a cumdump, but I don’t want to be a cumdump with a rap sheet. I’m beginning to think it’s time to just head back to the car when Hotel Guy messages me back. “Dude I want a second round haha.” 🤔 I reply, “Right now…?” -to be continued-

When I run across a profile that I find intriguing (read: I want him to breed me) I will often try to go to his BBrt profile to find out more, only to find out that half the time (maybe more) it no longer exists. I'm sure it did at one time and you probably have a new one but haven't taken the time to update your profile on BZ to reflect the change. Please do. It may just mean more hole for from bottoms visiting your city who crave your seed. The same goes for Twitter profiles. I love to follow hot tops all over the world and announce when I'm traveling their way. 🙂

My dilemma when servicing cocks at a gloryhole is if and when to offer my hole. I enjoy sucking and swallowing loads a lot but I also like getting bred, especially by someone anonymous. Unless the top indicates he wants ass, through withdrawing, etc, I'm always afraid that the guy leaves the gloryhole and I miss a load, because some guys are turned off by bottoms who bareback.

My late husband and I met another couple, and we used to play with the younger piggy one. The 4th guy liked to watch, but usually said, "You boys have go fun," and that was it. I ran into the pig unexpectedly at an event a couple years later, and while my man was away doing his volunteer stuff, I was getting pounded by the pig's fat 9-incher. My guy was sorry he missed out on a good time. Seeing this in print, I wonder if this counts?

A few years ago I was cruising at the local adult book store in the video booth area . It was pretty busy but soon spotted the bf of a friend of mine. He's very handsome with a great build and never expected to ever see him here but we are all pigs. We glanced at each other and I headed into a booth and he followed me in. He immediately dropped his pants and I was confronted with a semi hard dick that was really big already. I got on my knees and started sucking. He pulled out a bottle of poppers, took a hit and then handed them to me. I was flying and super horny. Without saying anything I stood up, dropped my pants, bent over, spit on my fingers, and wetted my hole. I had made sure his dick was nice and wet before I stood up. I took a big hit of poppers and soon he was in. He grabbed me by the hips and began rhythmically fucking me. It felt great but I need more spit. I pulled forward releasing his dick, turned around,took his dick in my mouth tasting my ass and got him extra wet. Soon he was in me again, fucked me for a few minutes more until his breathing got heavier and his dick went deeper. All of sudden he stopped balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing knowing his cum was in me. I turned around, cleaned his dick and he left. That night I went out and saw him with his bf. We both smiled but what made it so hot was his cum was still in me.

I've been getting fucked by my older brother since 2012, but no action with any other family members. I've had sex with the boyfriends or husbands of two of my friends. In both cases they initiated it. One I just sucked off, that went on and off for about a year, and the second one fucked me on two different occasions.

it's not weird to love the smell of dirty womans cunts, i was loving it since my 12th when i smelled my moms used pantie out of the laundy basket.. smell of unwashed sweaty cunt, urine, sometimes dried cum if she was creampied by 1 of her fuckbuddy's. she was very hairy downunder, that makes the smell even stronger. i also have this fetish for unwashed cocks as well, especially smegma cocks. i prefer this types of cocks above fresh clean ones where there is nothing to smell and taste

If you're ever in Cornwall I'd love you to pissfuck my tight ass. Also in Brighton for Pride August 2023

I love taking piss up the ass its so fuckin hot

Well, frankly I am an assman but a total bottom. I love to rim a top before he fucks me !

I had a guy who took me to a really cruisy park to strip me naked and specifically watch a bunch of homeless men fuck me and blow loads in me out in the open where anyone could see. he legit hate fucked me semi regularly and legit thought I was a disgusting fem whore and would often tell me I’m a “worthless piece of $hit" and that if I was his son he would have sold me as a sex slave. he was always trying to find new degrading stuff to do to me. so he prearranged for a few dirty homeless men to meet me there with him and several other homeless and regular cruisers ended up using me while he watched and told them to rape me and piss on me and ended up ramming his entire forearm up my as while I laid naked on a picnic table getting strangled and pissed on. there is another guy who liked to dress me up as his daughters and fuck me in their actual beds. I actually look exactly like his older daughter.he also has me call him daddy and dad and he calls me by their names while he brutally sodomizes me.

Ryan decided to stay with Aaron for a few weeks, as he was nervous over converting if he did. Well, “if” was not really the right mind set, it was when. It was inevitable, as he and Aaron had hot brother sex every day since, taking turns fucking each other. Finally about 2-3 weeks after their kidnapping, Ryan did feel a little bad, not horrible, but not right either. Aaron took Ryan off to the clinic he went to for testing, and sure enough, Ryan showed Poz. The only reaction the brothers had was to get instant hard ons. The first thing the brothers did was head off to the tattoo place that Bart told them about to get their own biohazard tattoos. When they got there, they saw Bart there and found he owned the parlor. He recognized them immediately. “So, the brothers appear. Am I to guess that Big Bro’s gift took and your both here to get your badges of honor?” Bart took them back to a private room and had them strip down. Bart shaved both of their chests and carefully washed them. They both got about four inch biohazards tattoos done on their left pectorals. By the time the tattoos were done, the brothers had rock hard dripping erections. Bart just had to quench his thirst on that toxic love juice, and promptly got on his knees and took each cock one by one in his mouth and drank their juices. Once Bart had his fill of the brothers copious sweet precum, he turned them around and bent them over his table so he could get at their firm dimpled asses. Aaron’s nicely fuzzy ass, and Ryan’s some what less fuzzy one (which Bart was sure would fill in in a few years to match Aaron’s). Bart took his turn between the two asses, spreading the cheeks and running his tongue all in the hairy valleys, all against the fuzzy holes and finally driving his tongue as deeply into their beings as possible. Aaron and Ryan moaned through out the rimming, their cocks never going down, and juices flowing out of their foreskins to the floor. While Bart was down at their asses giving them all his attention, he noticed for the first time that the brothers had tattoos on their left butt cheeks. Looking at them, they were identical and something he’d never seen before, and expertly done, but it also looked vaguely familiar like may be he has seen it. He looked closely at both as he lightly ran his tongue over them. They appeared to be three stylized arms made into a Celtic knot each “arm” also had a stylized letter, one being A, another R and last a M. The center of it all with all the lines a swirls almost seemed to have the biohazard sign in it. Bart could see a way of using a few colors to call a subtle attention to that. Bart lightly rubbed the tatts, “So boys, what is this beautiful tatt on your asses. It can’t be obvious spelling arm and be arms making a knot.” Aaron spoke up, “That’s a design I did for my brothers and I. Us three are exceptionally close. After our parents died I did that for us three, and we all decided to have them put on our asses. All three of us are gay, and came out to each other when our parents died. It was my first act as our baby brother’s guardian to allow him to get the tattoo at 15. Matty was just 15, Ryan was 18 and I was 21. Matty is 18 now and about to graduate.” “Well, now that is a special tatt then. Matty, so there is a third one of you hot boys? Matty, um, Matty?! Hold on, let me get something, I remember something now. You two keep yourselves busy a moment, let get my pad and delay my next appointment a short bit.” “Fuck, that tatt looks great on your chest Aaron. Turn around and let me see that ass tatt too.” As Aaron turned around Ryan pushed him over the table, and attacked his ass with his tongue. This made Aaron start to moan loudly. Ryan got his tongue deep into Aaron. Ryan was working over Aaron’s hole making it all wet and ready. Ryan stood up, and rubbed the tip of his hard and dripping cock against Aaron’s hole. At that point Bart walked back in, and saw the brothers in such a compromising hot position. He got right up against Ryan from behind, reached around and grabbed Ryan’s cock. “Such a hot sight to walk in to. Here let me help you put your dick into your big brother.” Fitting words to action, Bart nestled Ryan’s foreskin covered head against Aaron’s hole and using his body pushed Ryan slowly and steadily into Aaron. Both brothers moaned out an “oh fuck”. “Then while you boys have a nice little fuck, let me show you something. Ryan look over your brother’s shoulder while humping him.” Bart pulled up bbrts on his notepad, and an account that had caught his attention a few weeks ago. He showed the following posting to the boys fucking. NEWLY 18 AND SEEKING GIFT I just turned 18, and graduating in a month. Heading back home, and looking for a cumming home gift. Do you have the right package to give me the gift I want? Especially love skin wrapped delivery systems. Matty needs his gift soon. With the posting were some great pictures of a very fit twink. Beautifully fit chest with a little patch of hair between his pectorals, patch of hair around each nickel sized nipples. Shaggy treasure trail from his bellybutton to his bushy pubes, and a beautiful uncut cock. Just a hint of juice coming out the lips of his foreskin. The next picture showed a beautiful muscular back down a triangle to a perfect dimpled ass, with just a few hairs coming out the valley, hinting at a very nice fuzzy hole. On the nicely dimpled left cheek, that now very familiar tattoo. “Holy fuck!!” both boys said in unison, which at the same time they both blasted their very toxic loads, one all over the parlor table and one deeply inside an ass.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 5 - Muscledude's Unprotected Hole Robert and David have been together for 6 years and of that time 4 years poz. Both Robert and David are both really muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym. Robert is 45 years old and David is 24 years old. David and Robert started dating when David was only 18 years old. Two years later, they got married and had a memorable and hot honeymoon in Brazil. Robert and David love sex and love showing off their muscular bodies. During their two-week honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, they had sex with countless new men every day. Robert and David toured Rio's gay saunas and cruising areas for two weeks. Although both men are more tops, especially David's hole was tender and swollen after a two-week honeymoon. Brazilian men were hot for a muscular 20 year old all white guy. Both grooms had given and received countless loads during the two weeks. All bare. Two weeks after the trip, first Robert developed a fever and then David. They both received HIV as a gift from their honeymoon. Every year on their wedding day, Robert and David take a trip and reminisce about their honeymoon. They have already visited Berlin, Tokyo, Cairo and most recently Mexico City. At each location, local men happily accept Robert and David's sperm and seed their holes. For two months now, Robert and David have been fucking Roy, a 30-year-old muscular dude they met at the gym. Roy often works out at the gym with his husband. But Robert and David noticed some time ago how Roy always winked in their direction. One time Roy's husband was nowhere to be seen, so David went to talk to Roy. David made sure Roy could see the cock bulging under his shorts. After a while, Robert and David went to the locker room and the gym's sauna to relax after training. It didn't take more than a moment when they heard the sound of the shower and right after that Roy was standing at the door of the sauna with a towel on his hip. Robert and David had sat so that the only place for Roy was between the men. Roy climbed onto the top bench and sat between the men. Robert rubbed his muscles and hummed with pleasure. Robert opened his towel on his hip so that Robert's thick cock was exposed. Robert also rubbed his cock and moaned some more. David also opened his towel and revealed his luscious cock to Roy. Robert grabbed Roy's hand and led it to his own cock. Roy didn't resist and grabbed Robert's hard cock. David put his hand behind Roy's neck and guided Roy's face towards his crotch. Willingly, Roy opened his mouth and let David's cock slide deep into his throat. Robert had already put his hand on Roy's ass and slid his finger towards Roy's hole. "Please stop, I can't", said Roy startled. It turns out that Roy and the husband had a monogamous relationship, so Roy shouldn't be in this situation. Between two juicy cocks. "Okay, we're going home to fuck. It's nice if you come along. But that's entirely up to you. You're welcome!” said Robert and went to take a shower. David followed Robert. David and Robert were already dressed when Roy came out of the shower. "Wait, I'll go with you". On the way, Roy said that he had never cheated on his husband, even though he has a constant desire to have a stranger's cock in his ass. Once there, David and Robert undressed Roy right away. Robert offered his own cock for Roy to suck. David bent down to eat Roy's married hole. When Roy's hole was wet enough, David began to rub his cock on the hole. Roy demanded a condom for David. The men explained to Roy that they were just fucking bare, but it's completely safe because both men's viruses are undetectable. Roy was shocked to hear that both men are poz. David resolutely stated that it's bare or not at all. And pulling out is not an option, because if you fuck, the juices are always injected deep into the hole. Cheating muscle dude Roy was too horny. He couldn't refuse anymore. He could only say to David "Breed me". Both men fucked the cheater Roy in every possible position. Both cummed in Roy's hole twice. Every week, Roy would cheat on his husband once or twice at David and Robert's. Sometimes the men also quickly fucked Roy in the gym's sauna. Only in the weeks when David and Robert had a Thursday club meeting did they not fucked Roy. Because they were of meds. They did tell Roy what it was about. Roy listened in amazement that some willingly take poisonous sperm in their holes. Roy's own cock stood stone-faced when David told how they had gangbanged and inseminated 25-year-old Eric at John and Michael's and most recently a 35-year-old blindfolded parish priest at William and James's. Roy stared horny at the video of Max's gangbang, where Max begged for poz loads while blindfolded. The video caused Roy to shoot sperm with no hands.

Another top man’s cum

Being into homeless, junkies or overall rugged guys. I used to be into the pretty boys, full of muscles and cute smiles. But my pig brain won and now I'm fully into my pig desires.

A guy who asked for a condom on the moment we going to fuck..🥴 we had make a date online for a bare cumdump session, so i told him i didn't have condoms because i'm a bareback slut, then he asked if i was tested and had no STD's, i really didn't know if i had something or not at that time and wasn't even care too because he could read in my profile that i was seeking for bare loads so i told him that i was clean, after some thinking finally he was ok with my answer and his cock was slided in me..

Oh would love to try this sometime. I imagine that putting my cock up an ass filled with piss must feel amazing! Would also like to rim a piss and cum dripping hole... mmm.

Hot story! I've been that bottom so many times. Knowing I need to be safe, my brain screaming for a condom; but the raw cockhead is teasing my bare hole, his tongue exploring my mouth, the poppers hit hard, my head starts spinning, my hole relaxes, he slides inside my ass "just to feel it for a second"; then my lust takes over and I'm begging to be fucked raw and bred deep. Please post more!

Honestly, anyone dumb enough to fall for a scam this poorly worded probably deserves to be scammed, so that they don't lose their money to something more sophisticated, like a Nigerian Prince.

Simply the best!

Fuck, this is so damn hot and fun! I hope father and son become poz chem sluts!

Here's one from last week. I had a little play session and recorded it for a friend.

Phillip !!! Glad you returned, albeit with not such great news. Very sorry to know you've been through the STD mill, but I'm happy you've found a loving relationship based on reality and honesty. There are a lot of guys in your same boat, and I hope you keep checking in here on BZ. You can offer substantive discourse based on reality and experience, and what's more appreciated that that? 😉

Final part I returned to breed my sweet raw neg ginger twink 3 more times that week. Each time I put so much poz seed in his unsuspecting hole it was guaranteed he would get the fuck flu soon. The last night I put 3 loads of my highly toxic cum in his stupid neg 20yr old bussy. Like always when I flew out of the city I logged out of my stealthing Grindr account. I keep one that I used in my home town and one I used while traveling aka the stealthing one. About 3 weeks later when I was in another city for work and logged into the special Grindr account I got the regular messages. But as I scrolled through my messages I found the chat with ginger had several missed message: “I loved being your boy daddy! When will you be back again?” ”I miss your big raw dick in my boy hole daddy” “You have created a monster daddy. I have taken 5 loads in my ass the last week since you last bred me.” “I am feeling sick daddy. I need to go to the doctor” ”OMG daddy help!! They think I may have HIV!! But everyone that came in me said they were neg. I am waiting for my results to come back.” “Its official, I have HIV. I need you to get checked.” “My other partners all came back neg. Did you get checked?” “Are you there man! Did you give me this shit?” ”Answer me!!” ”I know it was you. But I am no longer upset. I just want your big raw daddy dick in me again.” “Please daddy! I haven’t started meds yet and not gotten laid since I was tested. I need your dick!” ”Fine!! I guess I must go and spread my seed to make you happy. I found online about gifters and stealthers. It all makes sense when I think every thing you told me. I won’t start meds and hopefully pass your seed on. Let me know if your ever want to fuck my hole again.” He smiled at the messages and blocked the stupid ginner. He was happy he would embrace his true nature as a poz piggy bottom slut and that his toxic strain would pass on to other through him. That was his 29th confirmed poz baby. After blocking the ginger he got a message from a hot twinky 19 year old boy. He could wait to hit number 30.

The first man that bred my ass, he is also the first man who made me sniff poppers and cum hands-free. We were both cheating. He is a mixed-race man, has a nice 8 inches cock and is thick. Very experienced. When he fucks me, he commands me to moan loud and beg for his cum, and we lock eyes fucking. He would shout something like "ready for daddy's cum boy" "sexy cum whore" to me... and hold me in when he cums inside, gently moaning beside my ear. I could feel his every thrust in me. At the end of every session, he put the small plug up my ass to lock his cum inside me, and I kept it in for a day and a half till it was all absorbed. He indeed turned me into a popper-loving and cum craving boy. Even though I have a boyfriend who creams my ass now, I still think about him and would beg to have sex with him again...

BBRT - of all the sites, what hypocrites. I am sorry to hear this has happened to BZ members, but that site has been notorious for "enhancement" usage. So they read our messages to each other? Not surprising. Manhunt does the same, so for those of you who are on there, beware.

Doggy or on my stomach.... It just feels so slutty to me. Close second would be cowboy/cowgirl. Riding dick feels deeper and also makes me feel super slutty

I didn't have much choice. I went to a guy's flat and before I'd even got inside the door, he pulled down my pants (I don't wear underwear) and he rammed his hard dick up my hole. He fucked me and dumped a load inside me. Needless to say, I panicked, but after he had bred me another twice that afternoon, I realised that raw sex was what I wanted and I've never looked back even though I'm now poz. Nothing better than skin on skin and a load of seed deep in your guts.

When I discovered gay porn I had a crush on Joey Stefano but he was a bottom too. Now I would love to be nailed by Rocco Steele even though his loads don't seem to be very big.

2 of my uncles use my boypussy at least every two days . 1 is my dads brother and the other my moms. My dads brother I seduced at age 13(took my virginity bareback and bred me)and my moms bro I seduced at age 16. My dad also fucks me and breeds me when mom is out 😈😈😈 worse is none or the 3 know about one another

My experience has been that GH action usually starts with Oral (me receiving - as a pure top, I never reciprocate!) and that sometimes that's as far as it looks like it is going to go ... so I start pumping the bottoms mouth, usually a fair few thrusts ... but then ease back and let the bottom interpret the signal. If the bottom returns to sucking, then I’ll pump again … and when I realise that all I am going to get is oral, I’ll leave. But I find that in the majority (maybe 60%) of cases, the bottom knows I’m up for fucking and I’ve found quite rarely without a condom (BB very strongly preferred). The best experience of course if bottoms that have already been fucked and just ease straight back onto my cock … but sometimes you can feel them lubing up your cock to slide onto it. Either way, there’s plenty of BB topping to be had and I love the way many geeky/not confident guys (at least, that’s how they come across in the sauna/sex club) will turn into total raw bottom sluts when no one is looking!

Bobby I had been talking to a guy named Bobby on a bareback website for a while, a month or so after I started this journey into pvp. We just never could get together due to real life stuff. Bobby was an older gay man who himself hadn’t been pnping long, and we enjoyed talking about our experiences. He was very vers, very average but very loving. So a few weeks after my black daddy, we had the chance to finally meet up. He was staying at a friend’s house about an hour away. I drove over there, and somehow I managed to beat him there, as he was out getting supplies. His friend was a bit weirded out that I showed up but talked to Bobby on the phone to confirm I was coming over. He brought his own supplies and let me hit the pipe a bit. I was feeling all nice and tingly by the time Bobby showed up about 20 or so minutes after I got there. We kissed and hugged and talked a bit, while we smoked a bit more. I asked to shower, and was able to clean up a bit. We moved to the friend’s bedroom and started to watch porn. Bobby and I made out, then played with each other. His friend was a bit out of it and mostly just egged us on. The porn was getting good, I was getting horny, and asked for a few more hits. They gladly offered it. I hit the pipe pretty hard, and let it sit for a bit. After a while, I was flying, very nice and horny. I 69’d with Bobby, with some popper hits in between. I got him nice and hard, and then begged him to fuck me as my mind was just in horny bottom land. He got some lube, lubed me up, and easily slid in. He fucked me for a bit, doggy style over the edge of the bed. I dared him to breed me, and I think he did, as he made the motions and sound as one would make cumming. I even felt a little bit of cum inside me afterwards. I was a bit pleased. We ended up talking a bit more, I cleaned out, and then I said goodbye for the night. I had no issues recovering, and even tried to see him again the next day, but sadly playing just wasn’t in the picture. A few weeks later, Bobby was able to get back into his own house, due to personal stuff he had going on. He invited me over for a weekend, to spend with him and his roommate, who was almost his boyfriend at this point (eventually they would end up getting married, but that was a disaster). His roommate/boyfriend was a younger guy, around my age, with a nice 8” thick cut cock. We’ll call him P for this, as I don’t want to give out his name really (Bobby doesn’t mind me telling his name). So I got to their house late in the afternoon. We started to talk a bit in their living/play room. P was nice, and we mostly just watched some basic tv stuff, getting to know one another. We even ordered some takeout, while P went out to get supplies. When he got back, we decided it was time to play. I went and got cleaned out, and then joined them downstairs in the play room. We put in some bareback porn, hit the pipe, and even did some G. I was really horny, and me and Bobby started to make out and going down on each other. P excused himself to get himself ready for stuff. Bobby and I played a bit more, 69’ing, rimming. Occasionally stopping to hit the pipe some. He suggested we move it to the bedroom. So we went upstairs to his bedroom and played some more. Now we had talked about slamming before, and that he and P did it occasionally. I told him that I had done it once, enjoyed it, and would really like to try again, especially with P’s big cock in me. So he went and talked to P while I played with myself on the bed with poppers and a dildo. He came back a few minutes later and said P was done for it. So we went into P’s bedroom. He started to ask me questions about it, various things, and then said that he was gonna give me a .1, since the last one was a bit strong to me. He put the band on my arm, showed me the rig, explained it all, and then did his work. He hit the right vein, drew it back, then told me get ready. He pushed in, looked at me as I started to semi-feel the rush. He popped the band off, and then came the cough and the rush. Oh my god, was it amazing. Not as strong as the first, but definitely great. Bobby sat with me as I felt wonderful. I started to babble all sorts of strong sexual raunchy stuff, and P just smiled. Bobby led me back into his bedroom while P took to admining one himself. I was on my knees sucking Bobby’s cock while he worked on a rig for himself. He smiled as he went flying. We started to seriously make out, my ass just begging for cock. P came in, smiled, with the biggest cock I had ever seen (or atleast in my mind). I immediately try to go down on him, but fuck, way too thick. After getting some growls of my terrible blowjob, P ordered me on the bed. I was all too happy. I slapped on some of their lube, which was a strong gel. I pushed nearly 4 fingers in, and was in ecstasy. P pulled me back down and had me bent over the bed, since we were near heights. He lined up and teased me, and told me to get ready. I hit my poppers several times and begged for it. He slid in. WOW! Just wow! He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, further. I took another hit and just laid there, watching Bobby jack his cock and egging us on. P then up the paced and really fucked me. Just hard. And I’m just moaning and moaning, calling myself a whore, asking them to breed me. Bobby ends up pulling my head to his dick and I’m getting spit roasted between them. After about 15 or so minutes, P grunts and unloads in me. Just unbelievable pleasure! He pulls out, and well apparently it was not a good site. I was quite embarrassed. He runs off to clean himself off, and Bobby works on me. I get in his shower and clean off and I’m a bit horrified. Blah. It had been so good, but fuck did he go way deep. Anyways, Bobby and I just cuddled in bed, talking, enjoy the comedown. It was nice. P stays in his room mostly after this. The next day, we all just chill and relax. Ordered some pizza, watched movies mostly. Bobby and I ended up playing around, with I almost hit a popper-hole. At some point, I was so completely out of it that Bobby thought I had passed out. Eventually we just decide to sleep. The next day I end up going home. I had a good time, and it was totally worth it. The return to the Black Daddy and a sex club… I had stayed away from the Black Daddy mostly because of the weird feeling I had when I was with him which might have been some ketamine. He emailed me a couple of weeks after our first encounter, scolding me a bit. I kinda brushed it off, explaining I was a bit weirded out. He said okay and to either keep in touch or stay away. I ended up staying away due to real life stuff. My roommates and I were looking for a new place. I also had been lurking on the deepweb, finding things I shouldn’t have. One thing I did find was credit card stuff. I, being stupid, thought this was an easy way for us to get a lot of money with a little bit of our own money. It ended up being a scam and we were out nearly $200. Feeling bad for myself, I started cruising. He popped up on one of the hookup sites, and invited me over. I told him that I wanted to be punished, that I wanted to be nothing but a toy. He said he could do that. I drove over to his house. He orderd me from the car to remove my clothing and walk his lot naked. I did this without question. A bit scary, but still. Once inside, he instructed me to fold my clothes, jump in the shower, and clean up. He gave me everything, ordered every action. Once I was done, he ordered me to put on the small gstring he had given me, which I did. He was doing this all without me seeing him, mostly him just yelling from his bedroom. He ordered me to come in, face the wall, hands up, and spread my legs. I did as ordered. He had me flex my ass, spread my cheeks, even hump at the wall. He then ordered me to turn around. “Will you do as I command, slave?” “Yes sir, as you command, sir.” “Good, take off my boots and socks.” He was sitting on the edge of his bed again. I did as ordered. He was holding his bong and was smoking a bit, blowing smoke at me. “Very good slave. Now explain what you did.” I explained. He laughed a bit about me fucking up. But then said that it was good for him because he got to play with his “sissy faggot hole” again. He ordered me to take hits. Slow hits. Hold the hit. Hit again, slowly. He had me spun and horny in no time. He ordered me to take off his pants, leaving his underwear on. He then had me get on my knees infront of him. He started to teabag me with his bulge in his underwear. He blew smoke at me as he did this, calling me all sorts of degrading names. “I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. I’m gonna take you out.” I was a bit surprised at this. “If that is what you please sir.” “Damn right it pleases me. You want to get fucked, and I’m gonna make you get fucked. Now get on the bed, all fours, like the sissy faggot whore you are.” I did as ordered. He got behind me and started to lube my hole up. He inserted in a dildo and fucked me with it for a few minutes. He ordered me not to moan, which was hard. I had to bite my lip to not. “I’m gonna put in these gel packs you see.” He showed me these small little blue pills. He went on to explain that they’re like time-release caps in some medicines. He had put some tina in it and he was gonna insert a few in me. In about 20-30 minutes, they will probably melt plus the tina will start to hit. He then ordered me to get dressed. We drove to a sex club a few minutes away. I have never been a sex club before, so this was new and scary. He paid the entrance fee, bought me a fresh bottle of poppers (that turned out to be shit), and we walked around. He led me through several places, including a very poorly lit back area. He eventually led me to a common area that had a couch. He took me in his hands and could see that I was starting to feel the booty bump coming on. “I’m gonna be right here waiting for you. There’s a booth over there. Get in it, strip down to the undies, and wait for guys to come to you or you can invite them in if you want them.” I went into the booth as instructed, as the bootybump began to affect me. The booth had gloryholes and within a few minutes, I was sucking some random cocks. I was horny as all get out. I tried to wave guys to my room, including a very attractive black guy, but to no avail. In my haze, somehow I think I got a latino guy with an uncut cock to come in. I pulled down his pants, started to suck his cock and then started to black out a bit. I barely remember it. When I was lucid, I know that I bent over a chair that was in the booth, holding my ass cheeks apart. I think the guy tried to fuck me, but again, memory was not on. Eventually the Black Daddy came and got me and dragged me out of the club. By this point I had slightly sobered up, and was trying to assess the situation. “I’m a bit disappointed in you. You wanted to get fucked, you had a couple of black guys just walk past your room and you couldn’t get them in there with you. I know you said you love black cock and I wanted to see you get fucked. You really are a sorry piece of sissy faggot shit. I’m gonna drive you back to your car now. Don’t say another word.” He was not happy, nor was I. We got back to his place, and he told me to just get in my car and go home. If I couldn’t do what he asked, then I was of no use to him. He left me just standing in his parking lot, a bit shocked at what had happened. I ended up getting in my car and driving to a nearby gas station. I bought myself some water and crackers and sat in my car for a good hour trying to get more sober to drive. I knew it was bad. Eventually I drove home, and was really bummed out about it. I ended up txting him the next day apologizing and saying that if he wanted me to have fucked those guys, he easily could have asked them. I was in no condition to talk and explained the blackouts and the like. He didn’t care and told me to never contact him again. And that was that. My worst time…. A few weeks later, my roomies and I had found a house and we’re really excited about it. I hadn’t had any problems recovering from my weird night so no one really knew anything was up with me. Life was okay. One night, I decided I wanted to play again. I was on a hookup site when this couple hit me up. Older guys, the top with an average cock, a vers with a nice 7-8” cock, but definitely into pnp. They loved my profile and wanted to get me flying and sleazy. So I headed over there. The top was named Mike and he welcomed me when I finally arrived, after missing a turn to their complex. He explained that he and his boyfriend lived with their ex, as they used to be a 3-person group. But they weren’t all together anymore and he sometimes hates company. But they really wanted to play with me. His partner, let’s call him Bill cause I honestly can’t remember his name, was in their ‘play office’ just watching porn and being very tweaked out. Mike and I started talking a bit and found out that we had a mutual friend in Bobby, along with a black guy named Jay that I had been talking to for the past few months (not the Black Daddy). Mike offered me his bong and let me take some hits. His stuff was STRONG. Within a few hits, I was spun. Not flying. Spun. Mike and I had started to talk about some raunchy stuff, my experiences, stuff like that. He asked about slamming and I told him about me, Bobby, and P, as well as my first time. I told him that I wouldn’t mind it, but I can’t admin to save my life. So he said he would get some rigs together, and for me to go and clean out. I did, all while trying not to have an orgasm in the shower, as everything in me was electric. I came back to the office, and Mike had finished up the rigs. Bill was nice and hard, so I started to go down on him, horny as I was. Mike pulled me off, saying that Bill was so tweaked and that it doesn’t do anything for him. He just wants ass. Mike himself can’t fuck, as he has a hernia. But he loves to slam, watch Bill fuck guys, and enjoy raunchy stuff. So I’m squatting infront of Mike, as he starts to admin me. He does it in my hand, unlike the other 2 times I’ve slammed. I can feel it hitting even before the band is off. But this time, my cough is rough and everything is just amplified. As I try to figure out what is going on, I ask Mike what he gave me. “.4. You looked like you might need a bit stronger, for your size.” I’m a bit worried at this point, as my heart is racing, I can hear. I can hear everything. And my stomach does not agree. I end up making a mess, which was horrible. And as I stand up to go to the bathroom, I nearly stumble into a table of theirs. Mike immediately sees this is a major problem and helps me to the bathroom. He gets in the shower with me and washes me off, apologizing the whole time. I eventually can stand up without help and I finish cleaning up as he goes to clean my mess up. I finish in a few minutes and try to make it back to him. Nope. I stumble to the floor, and just curl up next to the toilet. I want to throw up, but I can’t seem to do it. Mike checks up on me, and sees me curled up. He asks if I’m okay still, apologizing the entire time. I’m apologizing as well. He brings me some water and a cold rag, putting it on my head. I’m completely flush at this point. As I lay there, I start seeing the light flicker. I’m shivering, I’m shaking. My mind is racing and I’m worried I’m gonna die. I have my phone with me and I put up a facebook post saying I love you to all my family. Hoping to dear god that this is not how I end up. Mike keeps checking up on me. He keeps making sure I’m drinking water at this point. About an hour later, the nausea is gone and I’m feeling better. I meet up with Mike, and we just chill. I apologize again for making a mess and getting sick. He said it was his mistake for not listening to my story and giving me a .1 like I had been previously given. He feels worse. I figured it would probably have been fine had I not smoked his stuff before hand, as I was already feeling spun at that point. By now, its like 3-4am (I got over there about 12am). He says that I should probably head home, but I tell him that I’ll be okay. I feel better, still perky and horny. So I head out. I even text him if he knows about any clubs that might still be open, as some close early. I pretty much sit in a gas station, drinking water and cruising online, as I’m horny as fuck. I can’t really go home like this, and I was borrowing one of my roommate’s car. I ended up txting her telling her that the date I was on (which she knew about) was good and that I ended up drinking and really shouldn’t be driving. Since her bf lives with us, he could take her to work and I would come and pick her up, since I was on that side of town. So I ended up seeing Bobby online and he invited me over. He had to go to work at 6, so we ended up cuddling some. Cuddling became making out and sucking each other in a 69. P was causing him some problems and didn’t want to play with us. So eventually it came time for Bobby to go to work. As he’s getting ready, I notice he’s got some loose tina on his bed stand. I ask him if I can take some of the shards, for playing later. He lets me take a little bit in a plastic bottle I had. As I’m leaving, I get a msg from Jay. He invites me over. From worst to best… Jay doesn’t live that far away, so I easily make it over there in a few minutes. He greets me at his door nearly naked. He’s a very attractive black man, with a little bit of a stubbly face. He invites me in. We start to talk a bit, me filling him in on my night so far. He lets me go clean up some more in his bathroom. After I get out, he brings me into his spare bedroom. Its got a nice king-sized raised bed, he’s got porn playing on a monitor, with pipe out. He offers me some G, while he loads the pipe up. I’m game, so I take the G, and take a few hits. We start to makeout, and I realize that god damn this dude is hot, this dude wants me, and I’m about to have some major fun. He gets up on the bed and I start to suck his cock. Its about 7” and thick with a little curve to it. I hit some of my poppers and go to town. The G is kicking in and I’m just horny. We talk about some raunchy stuff, even me wearing stockings. He says that is hot and he’d love to see it. So I go to bag, pull out the stockings, and put them on. I strut over to him, as he’s now sitting over the edge of the bed. His cock is hard, he’s tweaking his nipples, and I’m just in heaven. I get on my knees and whorishly start to lick and suck on his cock. I’m telling all sorts of stories and thoughts, and he’s just eating it up. Finally after a few minutes, I get up and lay on the bed. I look at him all sultry like and ask ‘How do you want to fuck me?” He just smiles, as he moves me to the edge of the bed, with me on my back. He starts to rim me, and I’m just loving it, holding my stocking-covered legs. He relents, as he grabs some jelly next to us. He slathers me up, fingering me a bit. He then covers his dick a bit. He puts the head next to my hole and smiles. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and good.” I take a few hits of poppers and tell him to bring it. I’m his whore, take me. He pushes in easily, and I’m moaning. He starts slow, with me tweaking his nipples, him mine. He picks up pace, pushing my legs nearly to my shoulders. I can actually see his raw cock sliding in and out of me. He presses on, picking up speed. We’re both moaning and talking raunchy. I’m horny as fuck and all I want is this black god’s cock in me. I tell him I want him to fuck me harder in doggy. So he pulls out, and I slip off the bed and lay over the edge. He’s back in and just goes to town. He pulls my hair (which is short) and tells me I’m a good whore. He loves fucking my pussy. He wants to cum in me. I tell him do it, breed me, make me his. He pounds harder and harder. I’m moaning and just lost in pleasure, with hits of poppers in between. This goes on, I swear, for like an hour. Like the sun was beginning to rise when I got there and by the time we finished, it was bright out. He eventually cums in me, and I’m just in awe. We get cleaned up and I tell him that I have to go and pick up my roommate at 11. He asks if maybe we could continue this, and I’m like ‘fuck yeah!’. So I message her and let her know that I’m dropping off the car and the keys, and then hanging out with my date some more. He’ll eventually take me home. She’s fine with that and I’m glad I’m having fun. So we get dressed and switch the car over. On the way back we hit a couple of places, get some food, even pick up some Max Impact. We get back to his house about 1ish, and just watching some tv. After a few episodes of some comedy thing, he asks if I’d like to continue. I’m still horny and tweaked at this point, so I’m like ‘yeah, let’s do this.’ We got back upstairs and we hit the pipe. More G taken. I start sucking his cock while he’s smoking. I tell him I want him to fuck my face. I lay on the bed, head over the side, and he just slides his dick in, no issue. He’s tweaking his nipples, then mine, telling me I’m a good damn good lay. I just smile and tell him the same, that I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I just want him to fuck me and use me and let’s have some fun, maybe hit up some friends later. He’s down with that. He stops face fucking me and has me lay on my side. He lubes me up and pushes in, as I take a hit of poppers. He starts to fuck me nice and good. Not fast. Just a slow rhythm, like a lover might do. I’m just loving this. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, and I know that its not just the pnping talking. Jay and I seemed to connect on a deep level with things. I roll a bit so that I’m on my stomach, and he just starts pounding me. He hits some poppers, then I do. More pounding. We’re both just sweating and enjoying it. My ass is feeling great being fucked. He stops for a bit to get some water in him, and we hit the pipe some more. I tell him about Black Daddy and the booty bump, and he says he could bump me, maybe even slam. I tell him I’m not sure about slamming but a bump would be awesome. He breaks a shard and pushes some of the pieces in my hole. I moan, as I’m just super sensitive at this point. He has me lean on the bed, wiggling my ass and rubbing up on the corner like a pole dancer. I tell him that sometimes I wish I was a girl or atleast a transsexual. Tits and a cock. That I would love to have one fuck me. The bump starts taking effect and I just motion for him to fuck me. I lean on the bed, spread my legs wide, and he just slides in home. He’s pounding away at me, and I’m just moaning. As I look for my poppers, I see the can of Max and I say maybe we should hit some. He’s like ‘oh yeah, that’s fun.’ So he stops, pulls out, and goes and gets a rag. He comes back, shakes the can, and sprays some on the rag. He has me get on the bed, on my back, and pulls me to the edge. He slides back in and starts to slowly fuck me. “You ready?” I nod, as he hands me the rag. I put it in my mouth and inhale, slowly. I start to feel the numbness and the out-of-body-ness, as he does some himself, his pounding just taking off. I just lay there and all I can think is ‘this is what I am meant do, to be. I am a fuck toy for this ebon god.” He’s smiling at me, seeing my reaction, and he just pounds harder and harder. I get back to moaning and enjoying it. Every so often I hit the rag, and just become his fuck toy. Jay is amazing. He rolls me on to my side, fucks me. Rolls me on to my hands and knees, fucks me. All without really having to pull out. We fuck for another few hours. He cums in me a couple more times. Its amazing. We clean up again, and then go down to relax. He orders some pizza and we eat that while watching comedies. We just chat about life and the like. Towards the later part of the evening, we decide to catch some sleep. He’s already warn out and I’m way past that. But its hard to sleep and I start to have those dreaded images of things in my vision. I know from all the reading I’ve done its all in my head and it takes a while to convince myself. My stomach has started hurting at this point, and its hard for me to go to the bathroom. Its gets toward morning when we wake up and we’re both still a bit horny. He woke up before me and was cruising. He says he might have a friend that can come over in a couple of hours and that maybe we could all slam together. I tell him that would be fun, especially since the guy has a nice 7-8” thick cut cock. But my stomach is not happy at this point. And I end up over cleaning myself and making myself worse. The guy comes over and I can barely manage to hit the pipe without being ill. So they end up playing while I go and lay down stairs. Hours late the guy leaves and Jay checks up on me. I also check in with my roommate, letting her know that I’m not feeling all that great and I may be home the next day. Jay takes me out to get something for my stomach, as well as some food. I can barely eat at this point, as I just can’t seem to go nor does my stomach want me eat. I end up sleeping on his couch, feeling like utter shit. Jay feels bad at this point, but I tell him that I have had a great time, I just probably partied too hard and probably fucked myself up cleaning out over and over. He eventually takes me home that evening. My female roommate is gone, out with another bf of hers (she’s polyamorous), while her live-in bf has made food. I try to eat, but to no avail. Over the next few days, I go to the hospital, which can’t seem to do anything for the pain that I’m in. I barely want to drink, I’m trying to eat soup, but that’s not helping much. It gets so bad that one night I literally crawl out of my room to the front room, where all the roomies are at, and beg them to take me to a different hospital. This time, they listen to me. I somehow managed to get a uti in my rectum and that (after discretely explaining the past few days) the partying probably wrecked a few things. They clean out my fluids and give me some strong ass pain pills, along with some nutrient stuff. My female roommate now at this point knows, sorta, that I have done drugs, but she never makes a big deal of it. She is just glad I’m alive and not hurting anymore. But this doesn’t stop me from going out and partying some more later in a few months….