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It was just after 11 when Mike found his the trophy for the night. He was 5’8 or so. Had a small build. He purposely IDed him to see his age and name. Rory age 22. He flirted with Mike from the minute he got to the bar. As he walked away, his tight short-shorts showed his juicy ass! Mike’s dick swelled with anticipation. Rory would make appearances all night. Making some small talk. Lean closer each time. Mike loved the smell he gave off. Around 1:15 am as the night was winding down he saw Rory’s friends leave the bar. The crowd was sparse. He ask the other bartender to cover for him for a bit. Josh gave him a grin and said sure, hit that boy pussy. They covered for each other often when one wanted a quick fuck on a job. Mike approached Rory and started to talk to him then convinced the hot boy to follow him to a back storage area and o be able to “talk” easier away from the music. As they entered the room, Rory was on Mike, kissing and rubbing him all over. Mike loved how easy it was to get these boys to be in heat for him. The kissing lead to Mike telling Rory to get on his knees. He pulled out his massive dick which made Rory’s eyes go wide. “I have never seen a dick that big” ”Good, then your hole will be tight when it fucks you! But first open your mouth baby boy!” Before Rory could say anything else Mike stuck his dick down his throat. Face fucking him and making him choke on his big fat poz dick. “Its time I fuck that ass boy” he said as he pulled this dick from his mouth and pulled the smaller man up and bent him over the table. “Give me that big dick daddy! Do you have a condom? I ran out of prpe a month ago and haven’t been able to get a refill” Mike almost came just from hearing the boys hole was fertile and unprotected. “We are good raw. I am on prep. You can relax and really enjoy this dick baby boy” “Ok, but will you pull out before you cum?” ”if you want baby” he told another lie. His toxic cum was going in this neg boy hole! He used spit and his fingers to get him open. Then covering his boys mouth slammed his big dick balls deep. Plenty of tearing happening to let the precum infect his hole. The boy whined and tried to get away but Mike used his superior body to hold him in place while the hole stretched. “This is the quickest and easiest way to get you open for me boy. You want me to continue?” ”Yes, but go slow daddy, please.” Moke smiled as he knew this boy was his next poz son. Even though he didn’t know it yet. He was slow at first. But hit different angel and even used his fingers when he pulled out to search the boys hole. He saw blood on his fingers and dick, which made him shove his dick balls deep and put load one of his highly toxic cum in the boy. Hr continue to fuck the boy and came a second time even deeper. And still continued fucking. One of his gifts was yo stay hard after cumming. Finally he pulled out and shoot his third load in the blue butt checks. “There my load boy” ”Fuck that was hot! You fuck my load out of me without me touching myself! You have a great dick. Wish I wasn’t going hole tomorrow!” “Yea, but it’s a fuck to remember for you baby. Now I got to go back to the bar. Thanks for the fuck!” He went back to the bar and Josh asked him in a hushed tone “How was that ass?” ”Tight and warm! Prefect for my load” “Nice, I am taking that chick over there to my room. Going to impregnate her married pussy. Let her husband raise my kid!” Mike smiled, his buddy loved leaving behind legacies as much as him. “Go ahead and take off and knock her up.” Josh thanked Mike and left him to clean up. When he got back to his room Mike jerked in bed to the video of he secretly recorded in the storage room of his pozzing of Rory. It only took 30 mins to change that boys life, One neg hole down, 5 more nights to get more! Part 3 coming soon.

Part 1 Mike looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he left the bathroom. He was 6’2, 170 of muscle, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He looked like the stereotypical innocent jock next door. He was only in his jockstrap underwear, which barely contained his soft 5 in dick, which became 8.5-9 in long and Red Bull can thick when hard. Mike worked as a bartender with a promotion company that sent him all over the country working a few days to a few weeks at a time working various events, concerts, etc. His boss loved that he had a stud like Mike to put behind the bar to help with sales. Mike loved the tips he got, as he always made insane amounts. He also loved to travel as he was free most days to explore the city he was in at the time. The thing he loved most was that it allowed him his favorite hobby of all, pozzing neg men. While he seemed straight and narrow he was really a piggy poz fag that loved sharing his seed to those who asked for it and those who didn’t. He loved the women hitting on him and flirted with them to get the tips, but he always took a hot man home to drill and seed! This was the first trip he had taken in a few weeks and was ready to spread his toxic seed. He was already getting a little boned thinking of it as he got dressed. He was working a one week party event in Vegas. He knew there be tons of men to choose from to knock up tonight. He almost salivated at the idea. He left his hotel room, took the elevator to the main floor and walked to the party room he would be working that night to get things set up. Mike was ready to infect a hole, a willing one or an unknowing one, and tonight he would do just that! Part 2 coming soon.

Currently on a cruise A hung Italian twink hit me up on Grindr late at night. He's got a cabin to himself and has bred me two times in the last 12 hours. At first, he insisted on using a condom. I was so horny so I let him only if he would cum in my ass and push it in. In between changing positions, the condom broke. I thought it would be the end of it but he took it off and said it is too late. Then, he proceeded to bareback and shoot a big load in me. In the morning, he msged me again and wanted to breed me again. I went to his cabin and got a load #2 while his first load was still in me. He said my ass is his property until the end of cruise. I love the sound of it and will be his personal cumdump till the end.

PART 2 Jack grabbed a Dopp kit from the coffee table, then opened it to reveal four prepared points. “I made these just in case,” he said with a smirk. He pulled out a tourniquet and started wrapping it around my bicep. “You ready to become a slampig, buddy?” I paused. I didn’t even know I wanted this – not until right that moment. But my dick told me everything I needed to know: it was rock-hard and pulsing. “Yeah,” I finally said. “Yeah. I want this.” “You want what?” “I want you to slam me.” “Atta boy. I love slamming guys for the first time.” With that, he placed a pillow under my arm and ran an alcohol wipe across my most prominent vein. “Nice veins, buddy. It’s gonna be easy to push this T into your bloodstream.” He knelt between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. Then he tapped the syringe to release the air bubbles. “OK, bud,” he said. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna slide this needle into your vein. Then I’m gonna pull back the plunger. If we see blood flow into the rig, that’s good – it means we’re in the vein. I’m gonna slowly push the plunger down until this entire slam is in your bloodstream. Then I’ll release the tourniquet. You’ll want to cover the injection site with the alcohol pad and raise your arm in the air. And just so you know: you’re probably gonna cough, and you might have trouble breathing at first. But just ride the wave, OK? You’re gonna be fine. I’m right here with you.” “OK,” I said. “Let’s do it.” “Yeah? You want this slam, boy?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “Atta boy. I can’t wait to make you a fuckin’ slampig.” He slid the needle into my arm, then pulled the plunger back. The rig turned deep red. “See that, bud? We’re in your fuckin’ vein,” he said – then grinned like a demon. I could feel his dick getting slick against my thigh with a steady stream of precum. “You ready for this?” “Yes please.” “OK. Just tell me if it starts to hurt, OK?” I nodded. Then he steadily pushed the plunger down, sending a combination of meth, water, and blood directly into my bloodstream. I started to feel a catch in my throat as he removed the needle and released the tourniquet. He placed the alcohol pad on my arm and helped me lift my arm in the air. Then it hit me. I coughed violently – three or four times. “Fuck yeah, there’s the cough,” he said. “That means it’s a nice fat hit.” I leaned back and tried to catch my breath as we locked eyes again. “It’s OK, buddy. I’m right here. Just ride the wave.” He started running his hands over my chest, over my stomach, down to my cock. Then he rubbed my taint, causing my entire body to shudder. Jack let out a dark laugh. “Fuck yeah, slampig,” he growled, then leaned down to run his tongue between my balls and my hole. I can’t remember if I spread my own legs or if he spread them for me – but before I knew it, he’d buried his face in my butt. His tongue made its way to my slammed-up hole. He played with my nips, which seemed to be hard-wired directly to my dick and my ass. As he munched away at my butt, I felt dark waves of energy radiating out from my throbbing hole. “Jesus. Fucking. Chriiiiiist,” I moaned. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me that slam.” “Dude – my pleasure. Your hole is fuckin’ quivering. And it’s nice and musky, just the way a pig’s hole should be.” “You gonna slam too?” “Yup, I’ll do it now. I gotta catch up with you, slampig. But can you do me a favor?” “Fuck yeah. Anything.” “Play with your butt while I do my point. I wanna watch you finger your slammed-up hole.” He was already applying the tourniquet. As he slid the needle into his vein, I slid three fingers into my slammed-up hole. “Atta boy,” Jack growled. “Now taste your fingers.” Just like he said: nice and musky – a true pighole lubed up with sweat and spit. As I reached down for another taste, I heard Jack cough, and I saw him raise his arm in the air with a giant smile on his face. “Oh fuck, dude,” he said, his breath heaving as the rush washed over him. “I can’t wait to breed your slammed-up hole.” By that point, I had four fingers buried in my butt. Jack’s dick dripped as he watched me play with my hole. Then he pressed his raw cock against me – so I moved my hand out of the way. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months,” he said. “I’ve wanted to slam you for months, too. And I cannot wait to flood you with my cum and slampiss.” I pulled my legs back, exposing my slammed-up fuckhole. And then Jack placed the head of his cock against my furry butt and went balls-deep in one long, steady thrust. His eyes rolled back as my entire body quivered. “Dude,” he said, “Your throbbing cunt is milking my dick, slampig. Such a good boy.” He lodged his cock deep while he played with my nips. My ass shuddered, and my hard dick dripped precum all over my furry abs. “I’m not gonna last long,” he moaned, his hips thrusting in and out of my hungry hole. “You want my seed?” “Oh fuck yeah,” I replied. “Fuckin’ breed me.” “You gonna be my boy tonight? You gonna be my slampig?” “Yes sir. I already am.” “Fuck yeah – you already are. Maybe you figured this out, but Connor and I were planning this all along. He left us alone so I could slam you one-on-one. He’s out for the night – probably taking loads at the bathhouse. So tonight’s just you and me, OK?” “Fuck yeah. I love it.” “We could even slam again if you want to.” My dick jumped. “Oh fuck.” “Does that excite you?” “Yes. It really does.” “Yeah, slampig? You hungry for more meth in your veins?” “Yes, sir.” “You ready for this load?” “Oh yes. Breed my slammed-up hole.” “You’re gonna get it, buddy. And you know what?” “What’s that?” “When we do our next hit, I’m gonna administer your slam while my dick’s inside you. ‘Cuz you’re my slampig now.” “Yes. I’m your boy.” “That’s right. I’ll take good care of you. Now fucking take my load, slampig.” And with that, Jack pumped his seed into my hole while I shot a thick load all over my furry stomach. “Fuck, boy,” he said. “Let’s go for slam #2.” I reached down to play with the cum dripping from my cunt. Then he wrapped the tourniquet around my arm and slid that needle into my vein – and I’ve been a filthy slampig ever since. THE END

Sometimes you need a guy like Jack to show you what you really want. Jack and Connor were two of my favorite fuck buddies. Connor was in his mid-20s – a fit bottom with a tight little six-pack and a hairy hole. His roommate Jack was about 10 years older, a few inches taller, more muscular, furry all over, and a total top with a 9” dick. Both of them had dark hair and dark eyes and wolfish grins, and they were twisted and verbal and piggy as fuck. When the three of us started hooking up, I thought of myself as a vers top. I’d been fucked a few times, but never really enjoyed it – and my fat 8.5” cock got plenty of attention from guys like Connor. So why not go with the flow? Anyway, Jack called me up one Friday night and asked if I wanted to play. I was horned as fuck after a long workweek and I lived pretty close by, so I was at their place within half an hour. Connor had shots of G waiting for us. Then we hit the pipe, tossed our clothes on the floor, and Connor blew clouds on our cocks while Jack and I traded a few shotguns. After we migrated to the bedroom, I got Connor on his back and ate his furry hole – and that’s when I noticed something a little unusual. Jack began running his hand up and down my back as I rimmed Connor. I found myself arching my back to get deeper in Connor’s hole, and Jack’s hand pressed down on the small of my back so I could arch a little more. “Yeah. That’s good. Get in that boy’s hole,” Jack growled. Connor’s ass twitched against my tongue. But here’s the strange thing: as much as I love eating butt, that’s not what I was thinking about. All I could think about was Jack’s hand pressing down on the small of my back. I tried to refocus by changing positions. I got up on my knees, pressing my cock against Connor’s hole, then lubed it up with a gob of spit and shoved in. But Jack’s hand was still on the small of my back. As I thrust in and out of Connor, I could feel Jack’s fingers slip below the waistline of my jockstrap to rest on the upper edge of my asscrack. When I looked over at him, he was staring me down. I stared back. Jack slowly nodded his head and flashed his devilish grin. I felt like I was in a trance. And I found myself thinking: I would do just about anything to make Jack feel good. Then Connor’s phone rang, and I snapped out of it. I stopped thrusting for a moment so he could answer. Then I glanced back at Jack, who was still staring me down. His hand had shifted a little, so now he was fully cupping my ass. “Shit,” said Connor. “I’ve gotta take care of a customer.” (Did I mention that Connor is my dealer?) He hopped off my dick, then stood up to walk to the bathroom. “It won’t be long. Are you cool with just hanging for a bit until I get back?” “Yeah,” I said, once again locking eyes with Jack. I felt a little wave of euphoria run up my spine. “We’ll be fine. Right, Jack?” “Oh, yeah,” he said with a smirk. “We’ll be just fine.” Connor emerged from the bathroom, threw on some clothes, and grabbed his backpack. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said. Then he flashed us a little grin before walking out the door. Once he was gone, I turned back to Jack. We locked eyes, and then he smirked again. Without a word, he moved closer to me until our cocks were pressed up against each other. I played with his nips, making his eyes flutter and his cock twitch. “Let’s get high,” he said with a growl. “Fuck yeah,” I replied. My hands kept tweaking his nips. His eyes closed, his head fell back, and he began gently thrusting his cock into mine. Then his eyes opened again. “Hey bud,” he said. “I have a question.” “Yeah?” “Have you ever…” For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say. Then he lifted up his right arm and made a gesture like he was injecting something into it. “You mean…” “You know what I mean.” He held my gaze while he ran his tongue along the vein in his forearm. “You mean…have I ever slammed?” “Yeah,” he said. I felt his dick squirt a little precum onto my cock. “Well, have you?” “I haven’t. Is that…OK?” He moved a little closer, pressing his cock against my stomach. Our mouths were nearly touching. “It’s totally OK, buddy. But now I have another question.” “Yeah?” “Would you like to try it?” We looked at each other for a long moment. I felt myself falling into a kind of trance again. And without saying a word, I slowly nodded. He nodded back. And as he nodded, that demonic grin flashed across his face. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuckin’ slam you.” TO BE CONTINUED...

Just took 4 loads from a couple we play with, they texted me before I left the house to see if I'm for it so I just bolted to theirs. i already had a load from my partner so was hungry for more. arrived and was immediately stripped off my clothes, led to the bedroom and got in position to suck them both (they are both hung) very quickly I had a cock in my mouth and the second noticed I was preloaded and without hesitation just shoved his 8" all the way in i just groaned and took the rough fuck I so needed. they took turns fucking me and dumping a load each and had a quick break for drinks and talked a bit before we headed back for round 2 this time they wanted to double penetrate me after they saw me taking it many times during the weekend fuck session and wanted to do it together so while I was riding one the other just pushed in as well and filled me so good! this went for a while till they both flooded my hole together and we all collapsed on the bed in a pile of sweaty mess. 3 hours later and I can go and start my day.

Two hours later after his 2nd load, he msged me and said he was hard and horny again. I went and took his 3rd load. Today is only day 2 of the cruise and he is a horn dog!!

Tucker indeed had stamina, and I was pounded mercilessly for a long time. On a couple of occasions he slammed into me, held in place and growled, but then would pull nearly all the way back out, slam into me again, and carry on pounding me as before. I just groaned throughout, completely lost in the pleasure and depravity of it all. Finally he did start showing signs that he was going to blow, and after once again slamming into me and holding still, this time he did not continue fucking. "That's three more for you" he panted. "Three?" I asked, also panting. "Yep boy" he said, a faint grin forming on his face. "Fucked two loads into you and then kept going." Man alive, now that was stamina, especially for an older man. I knew I must be absolutely overflowing with toxic seed by this point. As Tucker pulled out and staggered over to a wooden box to sit down, Grayson and Parker walked up to the sling and undid the restraints. Parker then put his hand out to me to help me get myself up, even giving me a slightly warm smile as he did so. I pulled myself out of the sling, and stretched and shook my legs and arms which had become quite stiff. I could feel a lot of liquid trickling out of my ass, a sure sign that I had been bred well. I wasn't sure if my release from the sling was a sign that the night was over, but Grayson soon let me know when he lay down on his back on the mattress and motioned me to come over. The way he was holding up his cock left me with no doubt what I was expected to do, and so I got down and straddled his body so I could lower myself onto him. After Tucker's efforts my hole was loose and offered barely any resistance as I sank myself down onto Grayson. I bounced up and down a few times, but then felt a hand on my back pushing me forward. I leaned over as I turned my head to see Parker getting onto the mattress as well, and before I had time to process what was happening, I felt his cock starting to prod at my rear end. "Nn" was all I got out of my mouth before he pushed hard against me and slid inside, causing my attempt at the word 'no' to instead become a screaming yelp. I had never been so stretched in my life, and it only got worse as he steadily but firmly pushed the entire length of his cock into me alongside Grayson's. Once he was fully embedded I stopped yelping and just started panting, my head bowed and my eyes closed as I attempted to cope with my first double penetration. To be fair to my fuckers, they let me adjust to it before Parker started to slowly pull in and out, and Grayson occasionally thrust his pelvis as much as he was able to with me on top of him. A low guttural moan started from deep within me as the ache and fullness began to be joined by an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and in time I was urging them both to fuck me harder. Parker slamming himself to the hilt and blowing in me set Grayson off too, and I had both their toxic loads pumping into my guts simultaneously. Once they were done ejaculating the three of us held in place for a while, until Parker pulled himself out and collapsed sideways onto the mattress, which in turn caused Grayson's cock to slip free. I experienced both a relief from the ache as well as a real emptiness, but looking around the room I could tell these guys were spent, at least for a while. I therefore chose to lie myself down on the other side of Grayson for a moment. "That's it boy" said Tucker from across the room. "Rest a bit, 'cause we're not done yet. The night is young, and we've got some more special guests for you soon." Oh man, I thought to myself, this was not what I signed up for. I came here to get fucked and pozzed by Tucker, and instead had been gangbanged by my teammates before enduring an epic gang pozzing from this fucked-up family. What more could they possibly have in store for me? [to be continued]

Racing, rock-climbing, big-wave surfing and skydiving differ from chasing HIV in a significant way - the other activities do not have as their goal a condition that requires lifetime care. The racer, climber, surfer, skydiver, all approach their risk with the awareness that the worst could happen, but generally with the expectation that it won’t, and that the risk-taker’s skill will enable him to defy the odds. The chaser’s goal is that the worst should happen, and he may go to extra lengths (such as abrading his rectum with a brush) to ensure that it does - and his expectation is that he will be entitled to support at others’ expense when he succeeds. Further, conflating those other risk activities with chasing is somewhat apples-and-oranges for another reason: If a racer wrecks. A climber falls, a surfer drowns, or a skydiver plummets to his death, the individual’s results aren’t communicable to the rest of the population. He can’t spread them. He’s only a danger to himself, not a danger to others as well. A daredevil may say, ‘My body, my choice,’ legitimately, for his is the only body at hazard. Not so the chaser. The argument that health care in a well-ordered society would be the equal responsibility of all taxpayers doesn’t carry much water - it only means the burden the chaser unnecessarily places on other people gets evenly distributed so that his self-centered choice has a negative impact on everyone. There’s a difference between being willing to support persons whose luck or skill has failed them, or even people who have made poor lifestyle choices, and being willing to support persons who have actively engineered a misfortune that need not have been, and that threatens to harm others.

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inconvenient? well yes, the prep for us power bottoms takes awhile. Uncomfortable? Only when pushing my ass to take even larger toys and hands than I already can. Otherwise sodomy for me is an amazing pleasure high like no other. But you are right, there is something in semen that makes us bottoms perpetually hungry to taste and take another male's swimmers in our body. And yes, the more used I am, the more of it's chemicals will absorb into me. The taste and scent of another male drives the hunger even more. Fortunately, most males are pigs and the guy in the OP is few and far between in my experience. Most guys like being in a cummy sloppy ass, knowing the bottom has been used for probably hours and is in such a state of ecstasy he doesn't care about anything but the feel of a guy's erection breeding him like a piece of livestock on a stud farm...at least that's the headspace I'm in when getting loaded with cum group use settings.

I was just about to give up on any possibility of hooking up when a guy sent me an instant message saying he liked my profile. He said he was really into my “type.” I like to get to the point so I asked him what he was into. He said, “You.” His name was Marcos and he didn’t have a picture, but he assured me I wouldn’t be disappointed. Damn, I thought, I hate these sorts of setups. I don’t know what this guy looks like, or what he’s into. Plus it was really getting late. But on the other hand, I have heard some horror stories of guys who did have pictures and looked nothing like them. He described himself as 6’2” dark hair, brown eyes and South American. I tried to push for more information but got very little. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house. I asked if I came over, what we would do. He said have a beer, talk, whatever. Damn, I was not getting any information from this guy. But curiosity got the best of me and I got his address and drove over. It was about 1:00 a.m. when I knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly and out popped a really hot looking face; beautiful olive skin and sexy masculine stubble. He had black hair that was curly and long, just over his ears. He didn’t smile or give me any clue as to what he thought of me, but opened the door and gestured me inside. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers. He invited me into his small living room and we sat on a sofa. Marcos started making small talk while rubbing my knee and putting his arm around me and suddenly he started making out with me; all in like 10 seconds. I started feeling him up all over him and soon realized that his body was really muscular and tight. Marcos had his tongue down the back of my throat in a matter of seconds and I could tell from his breathing that he was hungry. My cock was rock hard in response to all of his attention. He started pulling my shirt off over my head and immediately licked down my neck and to my left tit. He was very aggressive and kept his hands busy; one working my crotch and the other tweaking my other tit. I was doing the same thing to him; feeling his rock hard body and trying to pull his shirt up over his head. I was kicking off my shoes at the same time. I couldn’t get naked fast enough. Somehow my hand made it to his crotch. His basket was full and his mound was tight. I kept rubbing and could feel him thrust towards my cupped hand. He licked his way over to my other tit and started swirling all around then started nibbling. I let out a moan and he ever-so-lightly growled. Marcos had my pants down and around my ankles within seconds and flipped my body over onto my stomach equally as fast. His left hand pushed my head down onto the couch while is right hand wrapped around my waist and pulled my ass up into the air. I stayed very still while he took his hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could tell he was checking me out because he wasn’t doing anything except spreading my cheeks and staring at my hole. I could feel his breath on my pucker as his tongue licked around the parameter. I wanted this guy inside me in every possible way. Marcos dove in and started fucking his tongue into my hole. He let go of my cheeks and reached through my legs and grabbed a tit in each hand and started moaning into my butt and twisting my nips in unison. I reached through my legs too and started rubbing his crotch and trying to get a feel for how he was hung. I could feel he was hard because his entire mound was hot and taunt. I reached up to his waistband and started pulling his boxers down. The first thing I felt was his tight wiry bush of his pubes. He let go of my tits as I fumbled around with his boxers. Never taking his mouth off my hole he managed to get out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. This stud was an expert in getting me and him out of our cloths. I reached through my legs and felt his cock. It was hot, leaking, uncut and big. Seriously fat. Not so much long, probably eight inches, but fat. I knew I had to choke this fat Latin cock down my throat tonight. I continued to feel him up and moved back to his balls. Nice big nuts; naturally smooth. I made a cock ring with my index finger and thumb and wrapped them around his cock and both balls and started to stretch them downward. Again, Marcos moaned into my hole. I was so into this guy that pre-cum started flowing out of me. He was throwing such a solid boner and I needed it in my mouth. Marcos had other ideas. He spread my cheeks again, but this time he started playing with the lips around my pucker. He actually grabbed the left side of my ass ring between his thumb and first finger and did the same with his other hand. He basically had the rim of my hole between his fingers. Then he spread it open and stuffed his tongue into me even further than before. I was getting very verbal and moaning and pushing my butt back onto his face. He stretched my hole further with his fingers and shoved more tongue into me. My cunt was on fire. I reached between my legs and started fingering my puss while his tongue was inside me and we worked together to get as much of ourselves inside my ass. Spit was dripping everywhere. Marcos was a pig. I began to feel the early rumblings of an orgasm deep inside me but I was not ready to let loose a load yet, so I pulled away causing Marcos to disengage his tongue from my ass. I needed to catch my breath and calm down. I turned around and sat up Indian-style staring at Marcos. He was so fucking fine especially now I could see him completely naked. His cock was awesome; a perfect cock. I spread my legs so I could to give him a little show while I caught my breath. I started fingering myself. Marcos was staring at my finger working its way into my hole. Then he started jacking his cock. He got closer and then a little closer until I could see his dick juice appear at his piss slit and then dribble down his shaft. It was creating this sticky goo that made me salivate. Marcos stared right into my eyes while he jacked. He had the nastiest look on his face while he did that. He reached down and inserted one of his fingers alongside mine in my ass and started helping me fuck myself. He did this while inching his way closer to me. Pretty soon, that fat Latin cock was close enough for me to swipe my tongue across. I could tell Marcos was playing with me, teasing me, taunting me. He knew I was starving for his fat dick and was holding back making sure I didn’t get too much too soon. My ass was juicing, big time. I stared at his gooey cock head and tried to reach it with my tongue. Looking right into my eyes, Marcos asked, “You need some of this big South American dick, Josh? You wanna blow me, man?” I swallowed, completely focused on his cock head leaking pre-cum and simply said, “Fuck yeah, dude. I want to taste your fucking juice man. Let me have it. Come on, dude I’m starving here, Let me blow you.” I felt Marcos insert another finger in my ass. That’s now two of his and one of mine. Marcos took his cock and smeared it over my lips. I could feel the warm goo cool when it touched my face and lips. My tongue was sticking out as far as it could possibly go. I finally made contact and licked the head and up and down. He lifted his cock up and placed his smooth balls right at my mouth. I licked and slathered them with my tongue and then sucked each one onto my mouth. I was stuffed with his hot nads in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue and he started pumping his balls in and out of my mouth. As soon as he’d pull them almost all the way out, I would suck them all the way back in. I love tea-bagging. I’m good at it and he appreciated it. His dick juice dripping onto my face told me so. Marcos pulled his balls free from my mouth and shoved his dick in my mouth and held the back of my head still. I was impaled onto his cock. Because of the angle, I was only taking about three-quarters of his cock down my throat. Then Marcos started fucking my mouth. We both wanted to get more of his cock into my throat, but his dick was really fat and the angle was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my mouth dragging a strand of spittle along with it. He swung me around on the couch and had my head hanging upside-down off the seat of the couch and my legs resting on the back. He rubbed his slimy dick all over my face before inserting it back into my mouth. He pushed his fat cock passed my lips and towards the entrance into my throat, but got stuck at the back of my throat. Damn, I was afraid his cock was too fat for me. I tried to relax as Marcos continued to make little fuck motions trying to get past the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against the resistance at the bottle neck at the entrance of my throat. It was tight and I didn’t think it would work, but I was willing to risk a sore throat to get that fat Latin cock into my throat. And then it happened, his cock popped through the opening at the back of my throat. Marcos let out a loud “Oh fuck yea!” and continued pushing into my throat. When he stopped, his pubic bush was at my nose. I loved the way his pubes smelled. That got me even more excited and I tried to push my face further onto his cock, but I was already at the root. I just stayed there and tried to breathe through my nose. I would also use my throat muscles to “swallow” which sent ripples down Marco’s dick. That’s when he started fucking my mouth; long deep strokes. I tried to take short little breaths in between each withdrawal because I didn’t want to disrupt our rhythm by gasping for air. I needed cock more than air. While pumping my throat, he spread my legs and started fingering my ass again. He started with one finger, then added another and then another; all the way to the second knuckle. He would reach in and feel all the way around my hole, find my prostrate and rub it like a genie rubbing a lamp. I was so warm and wet and hot for it. Marcos was moaning, fingering my ass, fucking my throat and stretching me open all at the same time. He took both of his the first fingers and spread me open, got in close enough for me to feel his breath and then spit into my hole, smearing it all around. He did that three or four times. He pulled his slimy, spit-covered cock out of my mouth and spun me around again; this time doggie style on the couch facing the side of the couch with my ass up in the air. He hopped up onto the couch behind me and I was anticipating his next move. I felt his cock head touched the rim of my ass. It was warm and really slippery. He rubbed it all around. His head felt huge. He slipped about half of his head into my ass and pulled it back out again. He was teasing me. He new I wanted it and he knew I wanted it bad. I moaned and flexed my ass cheeks and pulsed my rosebud sending every signal I could muster for him to fuck me. But he didn’t give into me. He continued to tease. A pitiful desperate yearning sound escaped my throat before I could control it. Marcos grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back. Staring straight into my eyes with lust I heard, “White boy, you want some raw Latin cock in that smooth pink little pussy of yours? Huh? You need some dick, baby?” I just moaned back and said yes, to give it to me. He said, “You want some of this?” and he stuck the head back in, but pulled it equally as fast back out again. I was delirious at this point and screamed, “Fuck me, man. Punch that fat Latin cock into me, I need to get fucked!” Then very quietly I begged him, “Please Marco. Please fuck me. I need this so bad, Fuck my cunt.” With that, Marcos nudged the head of his cock back to the entrance of my hole and he pushed forward in one great lunge and I pushed back with a huge force and within a split second I had that fat, big bronze cock buried balls deep in my ass. I let out the a long animalistic exhale. I was dumbfounded. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My spine started to tingle and I could feel his heart beat through his cock. The lips of the ring of my ass were stretched to their maximum. Had Marcos been a millimeter fatter, I’d be bleeding at this very minute. “There you go, baby. I got cha. I got cha all stuffed full of cock just like you needed. Pussy is SO fucking tight. Goddamn.” At that point, Marcos flexed his dick and I felt it swell and contract. He kept talking nasty to me. “Come on blondie, you want some of this? Work for it.” I pulled forward and his dick slid out along the walls of my hole. God it was amazing. I could actually tell when his cock head was starting to pop out. “Now, push your pussy back onto my cock all the way. Yeah, that’s it. Damn, you got one hot fucking ass.” “Enjoy this while you can cause in a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and powerfuck that ass like you need it, do you hear me?” I kept sliding slowly back and forth onto and off of his slick fat dick. Like I said I could no longer feel my spine. Marcos reached around and grabbed each of my tits and started pinching them, getting me hotter even still. I didn’t go near my cock because I was going to shoot at any time. I could tell Marcos was ready to throw a nasty powerful fuck into me. That’s when he pulled completely out. Marcos pulled out with a loud whoosh sound and the cool air hit my ass ring. He turned me over, produced a bottle of poppers from thin air, and told me to take a hit. I took a long hit in each nostril then he lifted my legs and put each leg into my hands and told me to pull back. I pulled my legs back to the side of my head. He crouched down and shoved his tongue in my warm fucked hole and slobbered around for a few minutes. Moaning and snorting and eating and fingering was all I could hear and feel. He was in a fucking asshole stupor. He pulled his head up and looked at me with saliva all over his face. He positioned his cock at my hole again and pushed all the way in. I looked up, still holding my legs to the side of my head and Marcos came in to kiss me. I looked closer and saw ass juice, pre-cum, and saliva covering his chin and nose; it was even dripping off his lower lip. Our faces crashed together in a beastly kiss. It was less a kiss and more of an attack. And then he started to fuck. He was pulling that fat Latin cock completely out of my ass and punching it back in to the root. Again and again and again moaning into my throat. Seriously after about 10 minutes of his incessant pounding, I may have passed out. I am sure I at least stopped breathing for a few seconds. When I regained awareness, I was cumming all over myself without touching my cock. Marcos looked down as I sprayed us both with my load. More poppers. He saw my eyes were rolled to the back of my head and went into overdrive and pounded and pounded and pounded me into oblivion. He pulled all the way out and forced his cock all the way back in. He did this about twenty times in a row and then he buried his cock balls-deep and froze. He had this amazing intense look on his face and then I felt him blow his load deep into me; two short spurts followed by several long ones. After the initial few shots, he let out a loud guttural sound that only comes from an animal. He was loading me up and I wanted every bit of it. When he finished he buried his cock to the balls and relaxed on top of me. He stayed like that until his cock plopped out with a nasty sounding spat. I must have one hell of a load up inside me. I slowly got up, got cleaned up and got dressed while coming out of my dazed-fucked state. I looked at Marcos on his couch, covered in my cum. We never even made it to his bedroom. I looked back at that sofa and knew I’d never forget how good he looked on it while he pounded the living daylights out of me. I definitely want to see more of that sofa again. I did finally make it into Marco’s bedroom, several times in fact. He was one great fuck.

I’m in California, so I can’t step up to help. But I have done it several times Usually at a sleazy hotel or gay sex resort. Go for a long weekend with a buddy. I’m responsible for pimping him out for the night or the weekend. He provides the ass, the receptacle for the loads. I make sure he is taken care of, vet the guys coming in, make sure everything runs smoothly, especially if several guys show up at once. good luck to you. It always was a huge turn on for me. So I envy the guy who steps up to the task.

I look at it this way. I can only do so much. I can douche, I can go without food for the day leading up to the event, I can make sure no one else has been up there. But there are some guys, no matter how hard you try to be 100 percent clean, they are going to find something to complain about. You can see it in some profiles, you can almost sense which individuals are going to hold you to an almost unrealistic state. But I have been on both sides of this situation and I understand that life is not a porn movie. I've done my best and I have been thanked for taking the necessary precautions to make sure I am 100 percent clean (if there is such a thing). But there is going to be some ass hole, especially at a bathhouse/sauna/sex club etc., who will tell you no and try to make you feel like a slob. I know what I have done in advance, and I have learned to just let those idiots take a pass - because in the end there will be another top guy that will be entirely happy with the preparations I have made. Don't let idiots like the ones described in earlier posts ruin your night because they may have a multitude of reasons as to why they aren't willing to fuck you, and it may have absolutely nothing to do with your cleanliness. Ignore them, take your ass elsewhere because someone will appreciate you.

By Sunday morning, Brock had fully recovered. In fact, he felt better than new. His virus was like a Marvel Comics symbiote, feeding off his own life, but lending him its own strengths and will. God he could be such a nerd sometimes. He stepped out of the shower wrapped his towel around his waist, and began working his way through his morning routine. He couldn't help but feel like things were off every time he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Like he was looking at someone else's reflection. Brock couldn't shake that feeling as he threw on some sweatpants and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. As he sat down at the table with his cereal, he found a note. "Working a double. There's money in your account if you want to go shop for some clothes for senior pictures. If you want to go together, I will keep next Saturday open. Hope you're feeling better. Love, Mom" For the first time in the last 5 weeks, Brock felt a pang of guilt. His mom would lose her mind if she knew what he'd been up to. She was just starting to come to terms with him being gay. Everything else would probably break her. She just wouldn't understand. He shot a quick text off to Dale to say he felt better and would be headed up to the mall in the late morning. He finished his cereal and went back to his room. He put on compression shorts and jeans, his usual, and checked himself in the mirror. Something still felt off. That was when he felt it. He felt like his dick was struggling against the compression shorts. Thoughts of symbiotes returned. He rummaged through his underwear. He found a couple old pairs of regular boxer briefs and an old jock. He tried them on. Well, tried to. None of them fit him anymore. Brock had always been a big guy. Always tall for his age, but he had also been pretty husky until last year. His last big growth spurt - combined with two years of at least five hours a week of lifting and cardio - had turned him into something of a hunk. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms, muscular chest. From there, his body tapered to a narrower waist, followed immediately by his firm, muscular ass and thighs and calves. He tossed his older, too loose underwear aside and started to put his compression shorts back on when inspiration hit. He tossed those on top of the pile of things that didn't fit anymore as well and pulled his jeans on over his bare skin. He stole another glance at himself in the mirror. Hard, his dick was about 9" and uncut. Soft, he Ranged from 5"-6" depending on the weather and how horny he was. The thinner, well-worn denim left little to the imagination. Today was pleasantly warm and he was very horny despite his marathon fucking of his uncle. His bulge was prominent down the left side of his jeans. His reflection didn't feel as "off" anymore. As he was pulling on a henley, his phone chirped. His uncle Dale had responded. "What's bringing you to town?" "School clothes" "2128 Main St. South. Tell them I sent you. Might see you there." Brock grabbed his keys and headed out the door. ---------- "Valhalla Outfitters" the signage read. There were no display windows and the windows to the interior were tinted darkly enough Brock couldn't see inside. For a moment, he thought about getting back in his car and driving up to the mall to buy the two pairs of jeans American Eagle would have in his size and some shirts from the gap. However, he was outvoted by the virus and his dick. If his uncle had recommended the place, there had to be a reason. When he walked in, he felt like he understood a bit better. The sales floor looked like a Hollister run by someone with all the apparel fetishes. The sales floor had everything from men's "Daisy Dukes" to bespoke suits. He spotted an entire wall of designer underwear but stopped himself short of making a B-line to it. Forcing himself to take a detour to what he could only describe as the lumberjack emporium. He was browsing a rack of summer and fall weight flannel when he heard someone clear their throat nearby. He looked over and did a double take. "What can I help you find today, young man." The man speaking to him was the man with glasses he'd seen in the basement of the Block that fateful night. The man didn't appear to recognize him. "Um..I'm looking for back to school clothes. My uncle Dale recommended this place." The man's demeanor shifted a bit at the mention of my uncle's name. "Let's get your measurements, then, and I'll have someone pull some things to try on. I'm Iain. Baxter." He walked Brock back toward the fitting rooms. Brock had only been measured once before when he was the ring bearer in his cousin's wedding. He was 6. He expected the process to be more uncomfortable. Other than the ridiculous number of measurements, it was uneventful. Iain walked Brock out of the fitting area. "Wait here," he said and disappeared behind a door marked "employees only" on a brass placard. Branded into the wood next to the placard was the stylized scorpion he had watched tattooed onto Zeke. The same tattoo his uncle had on his abdomen. Brock could feel the blood rushing to his member and knew that if he had any stimulation of his penis - even a small flex of his erectile musculature, the dam would break and he would have a raging erection.

I briefly kind of was in a relationship with a bud in HS but we drifted apart. He said he was bi, but hell, everyone said that in HS. Flash forward a few years and he has a GF and I'm still doing my thing. He hits me up to see how I'm doing, wants to get together and catch up. Winds up with us both fucking each other just like the old days. And its one of those love/hate things with him. The sex is super hot but he's kind of an asshole. And now we fuck regularly and its the whole "my GF can't know BS" just like in HS, yet we're rawdogging each other like crazy. He has no idea I have a vibrant active sex life and he's bored and frustrated as he's not getting a lot of sex. We spiced it up by having a third join us and it was hot as fuck to see the other guy pound and breed my buds ass, but afterwards he was all "that can't happen again". Sexually he is hot as shit, but also boring and vanilla as shit as well. I don't want to be his constant side piece that he hits up when he needs release but I'm all too happy to take his loads and give him mine.

Some men do not want to fuck in another guys cum, can't understand why not because almost all guys are asking for a pre loaded cum ass.. if they ask me to clean the cum out of my hole i just say no sorry.. for me it is the load count what makes me even hornier, and it feels so much better when u already got loads in ur ass. those guys who want a fresh hole can just seek for another bottom

Chapter 2 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

My first ever story. Hope it's not terrible! Enjoy x This place didn’t smell very good, and yet the smell made me even hornier. I needed this. I had been jerking to gay porn for months, although my girlfriend had no idea. I even bought her a new dildo which I had become far more familiar with than she had. I just had to at least have a guy blow me. Maybe I’d even blow him. Those cocks in the porn I watched looked so damn enticing. Surely a blow job would satisfy me, and I could move on from this phase. Today the urge had gotten too much. I was sliding the gifted dildo in and out of my hole when the brain in my dick had taken over and driven me to the sauna in town. Of course, I knew about this place. I fantasised about coming here often but never planned on it. Now I was here and naked in the semi dark. The occasional hand groped my ass as I walked around. I stumbled upon some booths and decided to collect my thoughts in relative safety. There were no screens as I had expected but there was two well sized glory holes in the walls. There was cum running down the one in front of me and it made me hard. An eye appeared above the cum and then a finger. I knew the signal, so I took a deep breath and slid my cock through. Holy hell this had to be the best cock sucker in the world. My girlfriend needed lessons from this guy. I really wasn’t going to last long but before I could shoot my load he stopped. So close. I pulled my cock out of the hole to take a look through when his own cock slid through to my side. I guess that was only fair and it wasn’t a huge scary thing it was about 6 inches. Same as my own. I knelt down and licked at the head before sucking it in as deep as I could. It tasted kind of weird, a mix of cum and other things as far as I could tell, and it was intoxicating. I sucked and licked for all I was worth. This wasn’t a phase. I needed this. Far too soon the cock pulled away. My unknown friend told me to place my ass against the hole. His voice was rough, and I felt like I had to obey. I was way too horny anyway and happily obliged, unsure though if I really wanted anyone to fuck me. I needn’t have worried as he slid his tongue between my cheeks causing me to involuntarily moan like a bitch. I pushed my ass against the hole as hard as I could to get more of these sensations. I guess someone had heard me moaning and joined the opposite booth and whilst moaning I suddenly had another cock in my face from the other side. I didn’t even hesitate and started to suck this new guy who was a little bigger. My attention was alternating between the tongue in my ass and the cock in my mouth and I was feeling totally out of control to my urges. The guy eating my hole starting inserting fingers, first one then some more licking, then two and more eating. I knew what he was doing but it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself even had I wanted to. Soon enough something bigger than some fingers was pushing its way into my now open hole. This was many times better than my dildo and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me wasted no more time easing me into it and started to fuck me hard. The force was pushing me onto the other cock and for a slight second, I wished my girlfriend could see me right now. Almost totally lost in the moment my brain kicked me back to reality and the madness of letting some random guy fuck me without a condom. What the hell was I doing? My panic threatened to pull me out of the situation and off the bare cock in my ass but timing is everything and the cock in my mouth exploded. I was forced to swallow my first ever load and the distraction was just enough time for the guy behind me to slam home and hold his cock buried in me. Oh fuck. I wasn’t sure I could feel anything, but I knew he had just blasted a huge load of cum in my ass. I was conflicted, hornier than ever and scared like I’ve never been. I had cum in my mouth and in my ass, but my dick was harder than ever. The guy I sucked left his booth and the guy that just fucked me spun around and put his own ass against the hole. It had clearly already seen some action and there was a small biohazard tattoo on his left ass cheek. The internal fight raged but I surrendered and pushed my bare cock into the cummy hole. I needed this.

Friday August 11th 2023. I was super horny and haven’t had any action in a while so I decided to put on a Calvin Klein pride edition jockstrap and put on a pair of slutty overalls and I headed out to the ramble to try and get some loads. Me being me I’m always late for everything. I had planned going out since midday Thursday and my goal was to get there Friday evening around 8pm or whenever it got dark. The park allegedly closes at 1am but the ramble is a wonder of its own. ( it never ends until about maybe 9-10am when tourists start flooding the area. So I finally arrived at 12:30am, horned up and ready to get fucked. While entering the ramble I had a pink pup hood that I put on along with a matching pink collar. I found my first load near the main area. Some guy had walked towards me with cock hard and in his hand. I wasted no time getting down on my knees and I started to suck his nice big juicy cock. After about 3 minutes or so I looked around and we started to draw a crowd maybe 6 people were standing around us. Next thing I know I felt hands on my hole and then eventually I felt the warm sensation as somebody’s cock entered my pre lubed and eager hole. I was still sucking the other guys cock and then I heard the guy behind me say “fuck I’m gonna cum” I responded “ fuck yes flood my guts!!” And I felt the warm load get pumped deep into my hole. immediately afterwards the guy I was sucking told me to turn around and he slammed his big thick cock in my cum flooded hole and fucked me pretty hard and then he pumped out a huge load and then fucked it deeper into my ass. At this point I was shaking with pure pleasure and joy. Trembling at the knees I could barely stand. I took a minute to recoup and finger my hole playing with the cum that started to drip out. I was not satisfied! My hole was filled, but yet I craved for more loads. So I started to walk down towards the sound of the water and headed to my favorite bench and took my overalls off completely and got on my hands and knees pup hood still on and stuck my ass in the air waiting for my next load like the good cumdump slut I am. After about 5 long minutes of nothing I decided to spin around and just sit on the bench. Minutes go by and I grew more and more hungry for cum. I needed it like a addict needs his fix. My boypussy required cum. I couldn’t wait any longer. I checked the time (2:30am) I kept my clothes off threw them in my bag and went to find the next load. After a little bit I discovered maybe 7/8 guys(mix of daddies, jocks, and bears)standing on the path, blowing each other and jerking each other off and from the looks of it they were getting ready to start fucking. Yass! Now was my chance. I got up on the closest bench, (that was in their line of sight.) I’m now Ass-Up on the bench with 2x loads in my boy pussy and getting my 3rd. All of a sudden I feel the tip of a big feeling cock touch my asshole. And almost immediately I felt the huge sausage going in my cumhole. He bent me over and said he was going to tear my boy pussy up. He fucked me very rough and also pulled my hair while penetrating me. I told him I love it rough so he could do anything to me. Soon he stop’s briefly and leans in to my ear and says “Yo FuckSlut, are you ready for Daddy’s warm thick juicy load?” I instantly yelled out “Fuck Yes Daddy! Flood My Guts! Oooohhh Fuck Yeah!” The daddy moans super loud and slammed his cock into me so deep I could feel his balls emptying into my hole. I quivered with joy and he was breathing deeply and quickly. He gets dressed,while grabbing a hand wipe from his bag and wipes off his big daddy cock and balls. Afterwards he tossed the same wipe at me and said “Thanks Faggot, this wipe is your souvenir. Maybe I’ll find you out here again. A hole like that should be flooded daily with 10+ loads haha.” I grabbed his used hand wipe and took a big whiff of it and inhaled his anonymous daddy aroma. Which immediately made me leak out of my cage. And I think that was it. 3 loads today. Not bad but nowhere near enough 😈

This is my first attempt at fiction on this site. It has percolated in my head for many years, and the giddy desire of a new young member of BreedingZone has inspired me to put the words to paper. One of my earliest fantasies was to get gangbanged and raped by a group of men inside a church late at night on a dark moonless night. And i would recognize a few of the faces as the local priests. Even the parish curiote is there and i think the bishop is here also. They are chanting gregorian verses and I know from my latin classes that they are glorifying the dark Lord and that i am to be his sacrifice tonight. They pick me up naked and lie me down on the altar with my legs facing the sacristy. The Bishop opens my legs and uses a golden cross to open my ass wide open. Another blackrobed priest comes up is holding a small golden rod. It looks like a pen or a toothbrush. It has a funny round head that has little needles on a round head. He inserts it into my rectum. The little needles make tiny cuts in my ass lips and inside my colon. The pain is sharp but i have a glassy smile on my face. I am enjoying this. I asked for this. And now another priest comes forward holding an incense burner. He lifts the top half of the burner to reveal a small glass pipe, a small vial which contains white crystals and a strange looking cigarette lighter. The gregorian chat continues and i can understand the word « donum, donum ». I’m trying to remember my latin... GIFT! It means GIFT! The priest takes the small glass pipe and the small vial of white crystals. He takes off a tiny cork lid from the vial and pours some of the crystals into a tiny hole that is at the top of the glass pipe. He then replaces the vial into the incense burner and takes the lighter thing in its place. He turns to the head priest who takes a brass container that has been placed before him by yet another priest in black robe. I just realized that their robes are open and I can see that they are naked underneath. I can see some white scranny diseased bodies. But i also see some muscular, well defined bodies with golden colours. Some are light brown. None have tan lines in the groin area. And i can see three black bodies. As black as India ink. And i can see their manhoods. Their Big Beautiful Black Cocks. They are half erect. The way you know that a man is becoming aroused but is not yet ready to fornicate. The old priest opens his robe (a soutane we called it when I was a young altar boy of 13 years old and would serve early morning mass with Father Bob) and he parts the black cloth to expose a huge cock. Even flaccid it looked more like a salami than a cock. He stuck his cock into what I finally recognize as a chalice. He begins to pee into the chalice. A dark yellow-greenish urine that was quickly filling the Rather large vessel used to contain small pieces of dry bread called hosts. He just kept pissing to overflowing and another priest fell down on his knees to start licking the floor and make sucking noises like he was eating his lunchtime soup. Finally relieved of all his urine, the old priest came forward closer to me and he took the small glass pipe and the lighter. His face came in close to mine, he was talk and could lean over and towered over my head still on the altar. “Now my Son, all this has been clearly explained to you am I correct?” “You know what is happening and what will happen next?” “Just to be clear, let me recapitulate. You have been chosen amongst all of the willing novices to be in this most unholy of ceremonies tonight, to be visited by the Dark Lord”. And you know what will happen here tonight, correct?” I nodded yes and tried to speak to a garbled croaky« yes » indeed I had been told. All of the novices who were here in Rome and now belonged to the Order of the Unholy Trinity knew about this special ritual. We were about 20 young men who varied in age from 18 to 23. I was 22 and one of the oldest. I was also somewhat more mature. I was beginning to lose my young boy twinkish look. I was beginning to fill out as a man. My muscles were developing under the hard work and tutelage of the priests in the art of body conditioning and development. My cock which was always fairly sizeable, was now developing into a true horse cock. It was very thick and dark. Darker than my golden skin on the rest of my body. And when fully erect my cock had been measured by the other boys in the order at 9.5 inches. Just silly boy games to see who had the biggest one. Alas i wasn’t the winner. That honour went to my buddy and roommate Henri. He was this good looking Boy from Paris. We were forbidden to engage in sex with other novices, but Henri and I couldn’t resist some fun late at night in the silence of our small stone room that looked more like a prison cell. And we were treated like prisoners. The priests would lock our doors from the outside after evening prayers. And we knew we would not get caught because you could hear anyone coming down the hall from a mile away. And someone did come every night. We could hear the footsteps, then the keys clattering in the lock. A short whispered order to wake up and follow the priest. And the footsteps away. And eventually we all passed our turn at least once or month and possibly twice as the rotation went. But i digress. The old priest said softly « tonight you have been selected for your ultimate challenge. The conclave is in agreement that you are ready to become a full member of our Order. Tonight you will meet the Dark Lord and he will ensure that you become a permanent member of the Order. ». I nodded in agreement. The mild sedative that i was given earlier was beginning to have effect. But just slightly. I still had all my wits about me. This would be the first day of my new vocation. All of us novices came from various parishes in North America, Europe, Africa and Asia. We had been nominated and recommended by our parish priests. Mine was Father Bob. When my family moved to a new city, my mother was anxious to get me involved in church life. She always hoped and prayed that one of her two boys would one day become a priest. So she was overjoyed when she found out I had been chosen over all the other altar boys to celebrate morning mass, every day, with Father Bob. My mind began racing about my time with Father Bob, but the old priest was murmuring in my ear. « First we shall smoke of the crystal collected from the underworld. I will cook the crystals and then create beautiful blue clouds to swirl around my head. I will inhale and then blow the smoke into your open mouth as you inhale deeply. And you will hold this blessed smoke until i tell you to exhale. We shall do this three times. Then I will turn the pipe over to you and we shall cook the crystals of the Dark Lord’s love together, and you will create blue clouds and you will inhale the smoke three times. And you will do like me and exhale into my mouth. Once this is complete, the Dark Lord will arrive, in all of his magnificent sexual glory. Do not be afraid of him. He comes for you. For your greater glory. And so we smoked. We shotgun the blue smoke. I immediately began to tingle. I could feel a stirring in my ass. After i smoked from the pipe three times and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity, I began to feel warm. Open to everything and to all possibilities. Then I could hear footsteps. The dozen or so priests in the dark robes made a path for someone arriving. He was massive. He was at least 6 foot 7. He wore a golden and crimson red cape. He was essentially naked except for the black leather and gold arm braces and the belt around his waist. And then i saw it. It was massive. Even Henri was a dwarf next to this monster of manhood. His skin was red. Fire red. His face was large and somewhat grotesque. He had yelow-green eyes slitted like a cat. He had beautiful white teeth. Two black horns sprouted out of his glossy curly hair He looked at me on the altar. He looked at my damaged pussy that was dripping little streams of blood. He licked his lips and I could see that his tongue was split. Like the forked tongue of a snake. He grabbed behind him and in his hand he started to caress a red tail that looked like it was made from leather to create whips. And at the end it was pointed. It look sharp. « So Jeremy, » he said to me softly. Are you ready for the rest of your life in the service of the being we hold in total rapture ? In order to fully enjoy your sacrifice, i will offer you more of the Lord’s crystals of love. I can administer them in two ways. I can put a large amount of crystals on the head of my penis which will have been moistened first in the chalice of Monseignor Antonio’s urine and then i will shove it into your tender and abused mankunt This will be very painful because the crystals will burn your raw skin and my cock will stretch your beautiful ass like it has never been stretched before. Or i can inject a nice dose of liquified crystals into your veins which will bring you instant gratification and euphoria leading to the next steps of our ceremony. Which do you chose Jeremy? ». Softly i replied « I will take your cock Sir ». « «What! He Screamed! I can’t hear you! ». I yelled louder « I chose your cock oh great Dark Master and Lord! » TO BE CONTINUED

No. I won’t boycott. My dick has needs.

Grew up on a farm and all the men pissed outside and around each other. I'd piss with my older brother all the time. He and I smashed each other. I told him once I liked it and when I was 10 and he was 13 he had me on my knees and pissed all over me before we worked all day. That night I drank from the tap for the first time. Once he filled a coke bottle with piss and I laid on the. floor with my jeans pulled down and he put the bottle in my butt until it flowed in. Piss to me is primal, marking, manscent, fluit exchange, and drink from the tap is a privilege like being bred.

I got to cross that off my list a few moths back. Live near a park and a homeless guy there has always made my hole open. He is a scruffy white otter type. 6'1" and masculine. Didn't think he was gay but one day he was near some restrooms and we met up. he let me suck his musky cock and balls and bent me over the sink and put fucked me raw. he shot deep - no intention of pulling out.

While I recognize that this is, in fact, a concern for many of us, I'd like to remind us that in a well-ordered society (as opposed to the United States), health care, being in large measure influenced by luck more than anything else, would be paid for at the societal level through taxes, rather than our Frankenstein's monster-ish, multi-headed hydra-ish, Gorgon hair-ish system that allows providers, the government, and private insurance to all pass the buck amongst each other to avoid incurring the cost of care. And yes, I understand that there's a philosophical question about whether people who deliberately risk infection ought to bear some of the resultant costs of care. But we don't impose that standard on other risk-takers, like those who enjoy base jumping or high-speed racing (on a track, not on a highway) or rock climbing or big wave surfing or skydiving. We don't impose that standard on people who consume nothing but fatty, highly processed, or overly sweetened foods and beverages. We only mildly impose that standard on smokers. I'm not sure there's much of a philosophical basis for saying HIV chasers ought to be responsible for some or all of their care while not demanding the same for any of these other categories.

Chapter 15: Keeping the Ball Rolling Daniel had been right on target about the gay community and its ways of spreading news. Laszlo had told three people on Saturday. By Sunday night, he had received over two dozen messages of congratulations from various people. Some were involved in the porn trade; others were not. He’d even gotten a few messages from people he didn’t know, but who had gotten his private email address. These had wanted to congratulate him but, even more, hoped that he would give them Daniel’s email address. He wouldn’t. The ones he appreciated most were the heartfelt letters from Lianne and Miklos. Miklos in particular sounded a little smug. The unmistakable I-told-you-so tone of his letter was forgivable, considering the key role he had played in getting Laszlo to hustle his butt and go find his man. Laszlo read the smugness between the lines readily enough, but he didn’t let that stop him from thanking Miklos for pushing him into those critical first steps on the road to happiness. As for Lianne, she sent him hearty congratulations, but also two pieces of big news of her own – she had left Powerdrill Films and gotten a much better paid position in the online production arm of a major film and TV producer. As well, she had begun a really promising relationship with a guy she’d met through mutual friends. Laszlo certainly smiled at that since Lianne, ever since he’d met her, had experienced nothing but bad luck in her dating life. He immediately fired back that he was very happy for her and added that he hoped her new boyfriend wouldn’t be too upset about her previous career! All these messages raised an interesting conundrum for Laszlo. The next night, on FaceTime, he brought it up for discussion. “Daniel, you were right – the news got all over town in no time. I’ve had a whole string of the nicest emails from just about everyone I ever met at Hawaiian Nine, and they’re all so happy for both of us. But there’s a small problem. I don’t think it’s right for me to be relaying their good wishes to you at second hand. And there’s the thing: no one except Marina and me knows your new email address and phone number. Is it okay for me to pass those along when I’m answering them, or do you want to reach out to them yourself?” Daniel hemmed and hawed for a minute. “I don’t know, Laszlo. I moved here to escape from the porn business…” “…and me!” “Yes, and you, and I’m afraid to open the floodgates and bring it all down on my head again.” “Are you afraid as in fear of changing your mind and going back?” “Yikes! Don’t even suggest such a thing! But I know how persistent people can get. I’m not so much concerned about our friends as I am about other people who might get my contacts from them, by accident perhaps – and then hassle the living daylights out of me.” “Okay, I can see that. Fair enough. But, Daniel, that’ll mean hiding out from everyone for the rest of your life. You don’t really want to do that, I’m sure. Just mark the line out very clearly. Tell our friends that you’re done for good, and so am I, and then they won’t think of sharing your contact info or mine with others in the industry, where it could raise problems. I’ve had a couple of emails asking if I’m available for projects, and I just replied that I was now retired from the porn game for good and they could remove my name from their lists and plans.” “Any feedback?” “One producer, who shall remain nameless, sent back a snarky comment wondering if I had found a boyfriend yet, and if so, which godforsaken corner of the world did I have to go to find him.” “The nerve!” Laszlo belted out a great laugh. “Good thing we weren’t talking in person. I’d never have kept a straight face when I thought about having to fly partway across the Pacific to hunt for you!” That got Daniel laughing too. “Okay, I guess it will be all right. I’ll send out a bunch of letters tonight and include my phone number in them.” “That’ll be great. They’ll all be so glad to hear from you. But now we have another problem.” All this time, Laszlo had been surreptitiously rubbing the bulge in the front of his shorts, out of the line of sight of the camera. Now he tilted his phone down, and rubbed it some more, highlighting the very clear shape of a hard cock through the fabric. “A very hard problem. Painfully hard.” “Funny you should mention that. I have a similar problem.” Daniel now angled his camera downwards and showed a splendid view of a thick, rigid pole pushing up the centre of his grey briefs into a sizable tent. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, bunching the cloth together into a kind of sleeve as he slid his hand slowly up and down. A large wet spot slowly appeared over the top of the tent pole. “I can’t help it. For some weird reason, it starts feeling this way every time we talk.” Laszlo groaned and began to untie the drawstring of his shorts. “Same for me.” By now, Daniel was sliding his briefs down with one hand, trying to hold the phone steady as the famous Hawaiian Nine came into full view. Laszlo stared at the screen of his phone and gave his cock another good rub before lifting up his ass and sliding his shorts down to the floor. “Fuck, that dick looks so good. I’d love to be there right now, getting down on my knees and licking that juice off the head before I swallowed it down my throat.” “Nobody’s ever been able to swallow this thing as well as you. Fuck, it would be so great to have you here and working on it right now.” “I could keep sucking it and working on it with my hand until you blow your load into my mouth. Then, I could come up and start kissing you and we could swap the cum back and forth between us until I shoot my load all over your abs.” “And then?” “Then I’d lick that all up and share it with you as well.” “No other place to use it?” “Well… I said that’s what I could do. But what I’d really like to do is this.” Laszlo had managed, during this, to prop his phone up on the desk against some of his things. Now, he got up, turned around, and got on his knees on the chair, showing his bare ass to the camera, and reaching back with one hand to push a finger into his hole. “This is where I really want that big cock. Deep inside me. Bare, hard cock. Feeling the juice leaking out, using my cum as lube for you. Opening me up better than anyone else has ever done it.” “Oh, fuck!” “Sliding that big tool right up inside me.” “Fucking pushing your guts out of the way to make room for it. Pumping deep inside you, your hole grabbing at me and squeezing down, chewing on me – you’re so fucking good at that – oh, shit, I can feel it now, feel your hole working me over….” “Your cock’s getting bigger, I can tell you’re fucking ready to blow inside me. Do it, Daniel! Shoot that big fucking load all the way in!” “Drilling deep into you… getting bigger and harder… it’s gonna… I’m fucking cumming inside your ass!” Daniel groaned loudly. Laszlo ducked his head between his legs in time to see the screen as Daniel’s big, swollen dick head convulsed and shot a stream of cum two feet clear in the air. The sight made him speed up his own jerking motions. He quickly spun around on the chair, got to his feet, and pointed his dick right at the phone as he gave three or four vicious yanks on it and came in a second monster explosion, just a few seconds after Daniel. He collapsed on the chair. The two of them were both breathing heavily. Gradually their rapid gasping slowed down to a more normal rate. Daniel opened his eyes and looked at Laszlo, at first sad but then broadening into a smile. “That’s crazy. Laszlo, I’ve never, ever cum like that from jerking off.” “Well, look what you did to me! I’m going to have to go take a shower again to clean up after getting fucked like that!” “You’ve got to wipe some of that mess off your phone too. I can’t see the left side of your face any more, it’s all blurry. What we both need to do is get tripods that can hold the phones – so we have both hands free at all times for whatever. What did you use?” “A couple of accounting and management books and a paperweight.” Both of them laughed. But then Daniel turned sombre. “Pretty damn hot, until you remember that it’s a poor substitute for the real thing. What is it now? Three more weeks? Then we have that long weekend together. I hope you’ll like the place I picked out.” “Daniel, as long as you’re there, it’ll be perfect. Sorry, love, I’m going to have to go now. I have to get some sleep – I can’t be late for work in the morning. Daniel, I love you so much.” “And I love you, Laszlo. See you again tomorrow night.” Three weeks later, Laszlo got the long-awaited text message. “Safe landing, in the Uber now, should be there in an hour.” Daniel had decided to come on Thursday night and stay with Laszlo at his place, and then on Friday a limo would pick them up to drive to their weekend getaway. It seemed to Laszlo like several hours before the phone rang, showing the door code. He immediately buzzed Daniel in, and then went to the door to wait, dressed in nothing but a very brief pair of bright red briefs. At least Laszlo remembered to check the door viewer when the knock came – and a good thing, too. It was Ricky. He opened the door a trifle on the chain, and growled, “Not now! I’ve got company coming. Get lost!” “Okayyy….” Laszlo let the door slam. But he was pretty certain, knowing what he did about Ricky, that he’d be loitering somewhere outside to see who turned up. Another knock. This time he saw the right face when he looked. “Well! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Daniel walked in, dropped his bag, and had his arms around Laszlo from behind even before Laszlo could finish securing the door again. Laszlo moaned in delight, feeling the big lump in Daniel’s trousers pressing into his crack as Daniel’s hands explored his pecs and tweaked his nipples, all while Daniel was busy kissing his way along Laszlo’s shoulder and up to his neck. End of dialogue. Now was not the time for words, but for action. Daniel was already busy kicking his shoes off as Laszlo spun around and attacked the front of his waistband, getting his slacks undone in record time and pushing them down to the floor. He then grabbed Daniel’s shirt and tore it open in his haste to get it off. The two of them were in a wild state of excitement, hands all over each other everywhere as they struggled to get at each other as fast as possible. In another moment, Daniel had yanked Laszlo’s briefs down and pressed him up against the wall, dropping down and burying his face in his lover’s firm round ass and going right to town with his tongue. Laszlo moaned in delight at the sensations, arching his back to thrust his ass out even further, and reaching back with his hands to pull the cheeks farther open. “Fuck… fuck… Daniel, that’s so fucking good. Eat my ass… stick your tongue in me… get me ready….” Daniel complied, working his tongue with little stabbing motions into Laszlo’s hole, opening it, loosening it, getting it wet. Laszlo’s rigid dick was already leaking a steady stream of precum. So was Daniel. Laszlo groaned again. “Fuck, Daniel, quit wasting time. I can’t wait for it. Get that dick inside me and fuck my brains out!” As he said that, he reached back again, swiping a palmful of his own pre-cum onto his hole and then fingering it in. “You want this cock?” “Fuck yes! Quit teasing me and fuck me!” In another minute, Daniel had wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s chest and was slamming his hips repeatedly against Laszlo’s ass cheeks, the loud slapping noises echoing in the apartment. Laszlo could feel that he was almost ready to cum, even after just a few minutes, and he guessed that Daniel would be just as close. Laszlo was working his hole as fast as he could go, stroking Daniel’s big nine-incher as it slammed repeatedly inside him. Daniel’s breathing was getting irregular, holding in and then gasping for air before holding in again. Both of them knew it was time. Laszlo hadn’t even touched his cock, but it was jumping up and down by itself. Now he had both hands stretched up the wall above his head, bracing himself as Daniel slammed harder and harder into him. “Fucking cumming….” Laszlo had barely gasped out the words when his cock blew a stream of cum up and out. It shot right up over his shoulder and hit Daniel in the face. And that set Daniel off, blasting a five-day load of hot cream deep inside Laszlo’s ass while Laszlo’s muscles kept grabbing at him as his own cock kept firing. Then the two of them collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Faintly, through the door, Laszlo heard a loud moan and guessed that someone – Ricky for sure -- had been listening in and there would be another fresh cum stain on the wall of the corridor. The superintendent would have to wash the walls down yet again tomorrow. Eventually, they picked themselves up and left a mess of cum and discarded clothes behind as they made their way to the bedroom. After a long, luxurious shower together, they got into bed and snuggled down under the covers. At first, they just indulged in a lengthy spell of making out and stroking each other’s bodies. Soon, though, Daniel got his hand on Laszlo’s dick again. “Does that thing ever go down?” Laszlo laughed, remembering how he had said the exact same words to Daniel when they bedded down together after their first scene shoot. He, too, picked up his cue from that historic moment. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” By this time, Daniel had clued in to the joke. But he then took this scene in a different direction, saying, “Something’s not quite fair here. You got yourself a buttload of hot cum, and what did I get in return for emptying my balls into you?” “What did you have in mind?” For answer, Daniel turned around and presented his ass for Laszlo’s inspection. “There you go. Do I need to draw you a diagram?” Laszlo mumbled something unintelligible. It may have been due to the fact that he already had his face planted into Daniel’s crack, kissing and tonguing his ass to get him warmed up for Round Two. When Daniel and Laszlo had first met, Daniel had seen butt-munching as a necessity of the job, something he did because the fans expected it. But Laszlo had changed his mind in a hurry when they had met again in Hawaii a month earlier. Laszlo was an expert of a high order, and Daniel now realized that getting his ass eaten was one of the greatest and most pleasurable experiences in the world, as long as it was Laszlo doing it. While he was thinking that, Laszlo had added a questing finger to his probing tongue, and he was well on the way to opening Daniel up completely for his cock. And when it was ready, he moved up on top of Daniel and slowly sank his tool all the way into his man’s hole while Daniel emitted a quiet, long-drawn purr of “Ooohhhh… yeeeaaahhhh….” Daniel turned his head over his shoulder so he could meet Laszlo’s kisses while Laszlo slowly fucked him. After a while, though, that wasn’t good enough for him any more. He pulled free for a moment, squirmed over onto his back, and lifted his legs up so that Laszlo could find his way inside again. And there they were, together once more, joined once more, sharing their favourite position again – the position that allowed them to take all the time in the world to kiss each other while Laszlo continued moving, slowly and gently, inside Daniel. They continued like this for over half an hour, experiencing anew the never-failing delight of being able to face each other and stroke each other’s bodies while they were joined, cock and ass, into the fullest union with each other. In time, though, Laszlo began showing signs of growing arousal, and Daniel knew it was time to speed up, to stop edging and go for the climax. As Laszlo’s thrusts became faster and surer, Daniel’s moans of excitement grew louder, egging him on. Laszlo had now gotten into a full push-up position, raised up on his hands above Daniel’s hard-muscled body with his cock plunging deep inside Daniel’s butt on each thrust. And the thrusts were coming faster and faster. It was time to urge each other to the peak. Daniel muttered, “Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Give it to meee….” Laszlo replied, “Gonna breed you and seed you. Get ready, here it cums….” With one final mighty thrust, Laszlo pumped out his second load of sperm deep inside Daniel’s hole, filling him up to overflowing as his cock kept contracting and expelling more and more. Daniel grabbed his own tool, gave it a half-dozen quick tugs, and pulsed out another geyser of sperm that fell all over his abs and down over the treasure trail to his crotch. Laszlo collapsed down on top of Daniel, and they resumed their kissing with barely a missed beat. Finally, though, Laszlo eased out and let Daniel lower his legs into place. Then they snuggled close to each other, each wrapped securely in the other’s arms, and stayed that way until they drifted off. Laszlo awoke first, an hour and a half later. It was full dark. He slowly kissed Daniel awake. In the darkness, Daniel couldn’t quite make out anything except the face of the man he loved peering down at him. He muttered, “Watch your eyes,” and reached over to the bed table to turn the lamp on. Then they could look at each other properly, at their broad, happy smiles. “I’m hungry,” Daniel said. “Haven’t eaten for hours and I’ve been working pretty hard.” Laszlo pouted. “I’ve worked just as hard.” Then they both laughed. “Pizza to go?” “Sounds good to me. What do you like?” “All meat. Maybe a double hit of spicy Italian sausage.” “Sounds good to me. Figures you’d go in a big way for sausage. Here, you crack and pour some wine, I’ll get on the app and put in the order.” By the time the pizza arrived half an hour later, they were well into the second glass of wine – but at least they were decently dressed. That didn’t stop the pizza delivery guy from giving them a knowing grin. The smells of man-to-man sex must have been pretty thick in the air of Laszlo’s apartment by this time. Laszlo had to ask him. “Why the grin?” “It’s my ‘give me a big enough tip and I’ll keep quiet’ grin.” Laszlo sniggered. “I’d prefer to think of it as your ‘memorize this address and come back next week’ grin.” The pizza guy smiled knowingly again, took the tip, and left them alone. “Well, that sounds promising,” Daniel chuckled. “I was starting to worry that you were turning into a complete monk, and you’d forget all about how to function.” “Not much chance. Sex is on tap in this building pretty near 24-7, especially on weekends. After all, this is WeHo.” They settled down to eat the pizza and finish the wine. After they were both full and feeling mellow, Daniel returned to the theme. “So, sex in the building 24-7? Tell me about who you’ve gotten.” “Ricky. Cute young blond with an ass that looks like he had a globe of the world surgically implanted.” “This sounds familiar. I think he applied for a job with me once. I had to turn him down because he was under-age, but the video he submitted sure made him look experienced.” “Oh, yeah. He’s experienced, no question. I met him the day I went to have dinner with Steve and Jim. He lives in their building, and he started flirting with me up on the roof by the pool. Nothing on but a white G-string thong. Everybody around the pool, and I do mean everybody, was watching to see what would happen. Jim told me later that he was the resident slut. I gave him a quick pump and dump in the alleyway down the street on the way home that night. He must have followed me home one day, because he turned up at the door here just before you arrived. But I think he hung out in the hall and listened for a while. I’m pretty sure I heard him moaning after that first high-speed fuck when we were just inside the door. Smart money says there’ll be a fresh cum stain on the wall out there. Too bad, it’s just his bad luck that he picked tonight.” “Why? I told you I liked three-ways.” “So do I, but not on a special night like tonight, not when we’re finally together again for what feels like the first time in years.” That led to some more prolonged kissing. After a while, Daniel resumed the theme. “What about that cute guy at your job site. Saverio?” “Silvio. Total bust. I was coming out of the office building behind him one day, and he met a gorgeous Italian girl on the sidewalk outside. They walked off together, holding hands, and with her head parked on his big broad shoulder. What about you? I think we can take Rodrigo for granted. Anyone else get the Hawaiian Nine treatment?” Daniel turned serious for a minute. “You know, Laszlo, now that I’m your boyfriend and we’ve both decided to exit the porn industry, I think it’s time we put that nickname to bed for good. Being the Hawaiian Nine was a great role to play when I was young, but I’m older and wiser now. I can set it aside with no regrets because I’ve found a different version of myself that I like better.” “I totally get it. Arpad Nagy can go into retirement along with him. Now, your adventures!” “Rodrigo came home with a sexy young Asian surfer in tow one afternoon. Met him down the beach and was really impressed by his surfing moves. Turned out he was some sort of regional championship winner in Japan. Anyway, I was mostly impressed by his moves in bed. This guy couldn’t have been more than five foot two, at most, and maybe weighed a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, but he took the whole of my dick without any squawk at all. Actually, he was 100% bottom, so the two of us spit-roasted him, changing ends every so often. Kept it going for three quarters of an hour, and as soon as Rodrigo dumped in his hole, we changed ends once more. After about thirty more seconds, I bred him too. We scooped as much as we could get of our loads out of his ass and fed it to him – and he swallowed it all and begged for more. Rodrigo was done by then, but I gave him another load, deep inside, before we called it a day and let him stagger off home to recuperate.” “Fuck, that sounds hot. Think we could find him again next time I cum over?” “I’d bet on it. Rodrigo certainly didn’t sound willing to treat him as a mere fuck-and-forget.” “Dammit, Daniel, all this hot talk is making me hard again.” “Not surprising – but save it. We’ve got the next three days together and we have to pace ourselves, or at least try to. I just want to snuggle down to sleep, holding my boyfriend close to me.” “You really love saying that word, don’t you? Happiness just pours out of you in strong waves every time you say, ‘my boyfriend.’” “Does this surprise you? You do realize that you are the very first man I’ve ever loved so much that I wanted to call him my boyfriend.” Laszlo looked faintly shocked. But he recovered quickly. “Come here. Snuggle and sleep time.” They wrapped themselves up in each other, physically and emotionally, and closed their eyes. In the morning, they were up in good time, showering together but not playing around. The car was going to be there for them at 10 AM, and they needed to be ready. As they enjoyed their coffee with hot rolls, cheese, and ham, European style, Daniel remarked on the nice view Laszlo had from his little dinette table next to the window. There was a lot more greenery than usual, thanks to the building on the next street that had a cluster of hibiscus bushes around its pool. Laszlo laughed. “You should see the view later in the day, when the hot boys who live there come out to the pool and start playing around. I’m sure they get an extra thrill out of knowing they’re being watched.” Daniel grunted, “Bunch of porn star wannabes. Oh, by the way, the weather is looking a bit unpredictable so you might want to pack a warm hoodie and a rain jacket as well as your usual clothes – and a good hot swimsuit too.” At ten, they were out on the street when the limo pulled up. The driver, a prematurely white-haired Nordic type, introduced himself as Sebastian, and loaded their small luggage into the back after he held the door for them to climb in. “Wow!” Laszlo said. “I’ve never ridden in one of these beauties before. Have you?” Daniel nodded. “The guy I hooked up with when I first came here from Hawaii – he was a big-shot porn producer. He loved to spend his money on hiring a huge limo like this and cruising around town in it with a bevy of hot boys to take turns on sucking and fucking him in the car. That’s how I met him. Worst $500 I ever earned in my life.” Laszlo nodded and said no more. It was the first time Daniel had ever alluded to his more distant past when talking to him, and it was plain that it wasn’t a pleasant memory. They settled back in the plush rear seat, cuddled close to each other, and popped the cork on the bottle of champagne placed there in readiness for them. As the limo cruised quietly through the traffic of Los Angeles, eventually getting onto the I-5, Laszlo wasn’t paying much attention to the outside world. The car purred quietly along on the highway, and he simply sat back, absorbed in the nearness and comfort of Daniel being right beside him and holding him as they finished off their champagne and dozed off back to sleep together. When he awoke, though, it was a different matter. The limo was moving more slowly, plainly climbing and driving along a road that was all curves and turns and steep grades. Daniel was awake now too, and Laszlo turned to him. “Are we going where I think we’re going?” “It’s possible.” About twenty minutes later, Laszlo saw a gateway which he recognized coming into view on the right-hand side of the road. The limo turned and rolled slowly into the winding driveway of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge. As they got out of the car in front of the lodge’s entrance, Laszlo was struck all over again – just as on their first trip here for their final shoot – by the crisp clarity of the mountain air. Sebastian unloaded their bags, and confirmed the time when he would pick them up for their return trip to the city on Monday. Then he got into the limo, turned it with consummate skill in the limited space, and drove slowly away. They went inside, got checked in, and were escorted by the owner to the same suite which they had used for their filming over two years ago. As soon as the owner left, Daniel turned to Laszlo and said, “First things first. The hot tub’s right outside the sliding door. Swimsuit time!” Both of them had new suits to show off, Daniel’s a squarecut in royal blue with yellow flashes, designed with a full pouch in the front big enough to contain his equipment, and Laszlo in a flashy brief of brilliant tropical blues and greens. Laszlo chuckled as he saw Daniel strutting over to the door. “That look is quite a shift from those long jammers you always wear for surfing.” Daniel laughed, and then led him outside to the bubbling hot water. They climbed into the tub and sat there, snuggled against each other again while they admired the spectacular view of the rugged mountains towering up around them on three sides. Laszlo sighed in sheer contentment. Somehow, he never tired for a moment of simply sitting close to Daniel, letting their bodies rest against each other. They didn’t have to be doing anything – although it was terrific when they did. Just being so close to each other was everything he needed right now. “What was that sigh for?” Daniel asked. Laszlo explained. Then Daniel spoke again. “Laszlo, I just can’t get over how often we’re right on the same wavelength about things like this. It’s a real miracle. I just hope we still feel this way about each other fifty years from now.” “Any reason why only fifty years?” “Just a random number. All I want is to stay with you for the rest of my life.” “And I’m right on the same wavelength with you about that too, my love.” That night, the lodge’s chef laid out a splendid buffet dinner for the guests, a regular Friday night feature of the property, and they had a wonderful time picking out all the different dishes they wanted to sample. There was a well-stocked cellar, too, and they shared a choice bottle of wine along with the meal, before finishing with a crème brulée that was to die for and aromatic coffee. Back in their suite after dinner, they sat for a while on the terrace, gazing up at the starlit sky, and then turned in for the deepest, most restful sleep either of them could remember. The next two days were filled with hiking on the trails in the forest, one of which led to a panoramic view over the entire valley and the waterfalls where the river tumbled down the mountainside into the gorge below them. Then there were more spectacular meals on the terrace outside the dining room, and daily visits to the hot tub. These had to be kept discreet, because there were other guest rooms overlooking their terrace, but they still managed to sneak in a few surreptitious gropes and squeezes, enough to make the business of getting out of the water without showing off their arousal a tricky matter. And the sex. Laszlo and Daniel were steadily learning more and more about all the hundred and one ways they could turn each other on, and they were growing into a more and more rewarding sexual relationship with each session as a result. Neither of them had really understood until now how the sex in a relationship could become so intensely personal, although they’d always felt how special it was on an emotional level. On their final night, they went the whole hog for dinner, ordering and savouring the spectacular chateaubriand along with a top-notch red Bordeaux, and finishing off with a premium cognac along with their coffee. As they sat outside on another star-filled trip to the hot tub, Laszlo held Daniel close and murmured, “This whole visit has been absolutely magical. Thank you for making it possible.” “Magic is what we deserve. Nothing but the best will do for us, my dear Laszlo. But now, and I’m sorry to break the mood, what comes next? Of course, the car will be back at noon. He’ll drive us back to the city, take me to the airport first for my 7:45 flight home, and then drive you back to your apartment. But after that?” “Another three weeks of the work site, and then I have a three-week break before my final in-class term. Guess where I want to go for that down time.” “Hmm. Would it possibly be Kauai, by any chance?” “How did you guess?” They both laughed. “As long as you don’t mind me staying at your place with the other guys.” “Well, I guess we could stand the expense of one more mouth to feed.” “Smart ass!” “So, three weeks in Hawaii. And then, when that time is up, we can fly home together.” For a moment Laszlo looked uncertain, and then it dawned on him. “You mean…?” “I mean that it’s time. Time to come out of hiding, time for me to return to Los Angeles, time for us to become a proper full-time couple. As long as you don’t mind me moving right into your place and then staying for good.” Laszlo was so overwhelmed with the joy of the moment that he couldn’t even think up a sarcastic response. He flung himself into Daniel’s arms, kissing him until they were both thoroughly breathless. At last, he relaxed enough to say, “A proper full-time couple. Daniel, I can’t wait!” It took several more hours after that for them to wind down enough to get to sleep. Of course, the scramble out of the hot tub to get back inside in the rapidly cooling mountain air revved them up. Then, there seemed to be no limit to either their imaginations, or the ability of their bodies to keep generating erections and orgasms once they got into bed. At last, though, nature had her way and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms as they always did – and as they would always do. They opened the final morning with coffee in the hot tub, yelping again at the chill in the air as they finally had to crawl out of the hot water and run back inside. Showers, dressing, packing all followed, before they went down to the dining room at ten for a late brunch. And then it was time to check out and walk out the entrance to find Sebastian waiting for them with the limousine. Bags loaded, they climbed into the back and relaxed for a sleepy drive back to Los Angeles. One final quick good-bye outside Terminal 2, and then Daniel walked briskly away into the terminal. Laszlo was left, standing at the curb, looking disconsolate. “I’m sorry,” Sebastian said. Laszlo looked at him. “It’s obvious that you are sad to see him leave, and I’m sorry for your sadness.” “Thanks. But it’ll be all right. It isn’t for much longer now.” Sebastian gave him a fatherly pat on the shoulder, and Laszlo climbed back into the limousine for the final leg of the trip home. When Laszlo walked into his apartment, he immediately set aside his sadness and began thinking ahead. What could he ditch, what could he store, to make room for Daniel to move in? Then he realized he was getting the cart in front of the horse. First things first. He went online to book a flight, and then sent the details to Daniel. Three weeks later, he was sitting on the plane for the flight back to Kauai. He had again gotten a seat on the nonstop flight. Flying back from the island the last time, he’d been grateful to shorten the time that he had to sit there in misery because of missing Daniel. Now, he was excited because it shortened the time he had to wait to be with Daniel again. Those magical words “for good” were ringing in his mind for the entire trip. As he exited the security area in the partially open-air terminal, he was greeted by the familiar smiling face of – Rodrigo? “Hi, Laszlo! Daniel asked me to come and get you.” “Why?” “He had a bit of an accident when surfing this morning. Probably nothing big, but he’s in the ER waiting to be checked over.” “Well, let’s get over there! I have to see him!” “Easy, easy, Laszlo. That’s exactly where we’re going.” Laszlo was all fidgets for the ten minutes it took to drive to the hospital. True, Rodrigo had said it was “nothing big” but these surfer dudes used that kind of language to describe waves that would rock a fifteen-deck cruise ship significantly. They got to the hospital and walked into the emergency room to be greeted by a fussing and fuming Daniel. Laszlo was reassured right away. If he was only annoyed, and not gritting his teeth in pain, it couldn’t be that bad. After he’d hugged and kissed Laszlo, he turned to Rodrigo and blew off some steam. “Next in line. They finally told me I’m next in line. After waiting for almost twelve hours.” “What the hell?” “Rodrigo, it’s like every pregnant woman in Kauai suddenly decided to have her baby this afternoon, and there’s only one doctor on call. Every time I’m just about to get in there, they page her back to the maternity ward. Babies! The one thing that won’t wait for anyone or anything else, and the whole world must bow down and stand aside because Emperor or Empress Baby is on the way!” Laszlo suppressed a smile at hearing Daniel ranting like this. But at last Daniel calmed down enough to turn to him and ask how he was after his flight. Laszlo said, “All the better for seeing you sounding off about babies like this. Rodrigo really had me worried when he said you were stuck in the ER. Probably nothing wrong with you that a good night in bed won’t cure.” Rodrigo adopted a portentous, Wizard-of-Oz voice. “The Great Doctor Laszlo has spoken.” That made Daniel laugh finally. And then he was called in. He came back twenty-five minutes later with the soothing news that it was likely just a sprain but in a very unusual place, and he needed to rest and ice it for the next few days. With that, they got into Rodrigo’s extended cab pickup and headed back to the beach house. Sure enough, the sprain did gradually heal with good care, and Daniel was back to full form after about five days. On the third morning, at breakfast, Brad was mock-complaining to Arian about how they never saw Daniel any more, because his friend Laszlo was seemingly holding him captive in bed – probably had him tied to the bedposts, face down and unable to escape. Arian was laughing his head off at Brad’s dramatics, but then Rodrigo walked in, looking unusually solemn. Brad turned and said, “What’s up with you?” “Brad, I heard what you were saying. Just so you know, Laszlo isn’t just a friend, and this isn’t just a holiday fling. Daniel’s gotten incredibly lucky, and we should all be so lucky. He’s joined that short list of people who find the great love, the lifetime love, the one that so few people ever find for themselves.” Arian thought for a moment. “Rodrigo, you actually sound jealous.” “I am – a little. Not because I wanted Daniel for myself, but because I’ve never seen such a lifetime love in action before, and now I’m beginning to wish I had one for myself. It’s weird. I swore I would never fall into that trap, but suddenly it doesn’t look like a trap any more – and I wish I knew how to make the luck break that way for me. I guess I wish for too much.” “You never know, Rodrigo. I’ll bet Daniel never thought it would happen for him either.” Brad’s tone had also become much quieter and more thoughtful. While Daniel was metaphorically tied to the bed – by the need to soothe his sprain – he and Laszlo weren’t engaging in nonstop sexual acrobatics. Instead, they were talking nonstop about the future – about how they would handle everything from food shopping and household management to evening or overnight guests and travel planning. Laszlo spoke about the work he’d done to free up space for Daniel to put his things, and Daniel reassured him by telling him about how he’d actually sold off most of his stuff when he left California. At that, Laszlo’s face fell – and Daniel asked, “Now what?” “Please tell me you didn’t get rid of that incredible rainbow swirl abstract painting over the sofa!” “I loaned it to Lianne. She’s still got it, in her place. We’ll get it back.” “Just sign me, ‘Massively Relieved.’” Daniel laughed and Laszlo joined in. Laszlo, though, did spend some time out and about every day. He’d just treated himself by buying a really good SLR camera, and he wanted to practise with it by photographing everything in sight, from sexy surfer boys (an obvious choice) to tropical flowers and trees. Day by day, he was getting a better grip on how it worked, and what he could do with it. By the third week, the whole house had settled into a smooth routine with Laszlo every bit as much a part of the gang as any of the others. He joined right in with the ribald jokes and raucous laughter, showed real courtesy in greeting the unexpected overnight guests with Brad or Arian (or both) at morning coffee each day, and relished the time spent sitting on the sand dunes between coffee and breakfast, watching his man out surfing with his friends. Laszlo had actually amassed a substantial gallery of long-range photos of Daniel and his buddies by the time they neared the end of the three week holiday. The other really great thing that happened was the arrival of another new member of the group: Seiji, the slim, small young Japanese surfer who’d very obviously developed what was (at the least) a major crush on Rodrigo. He’d spent two separate nights with Rodrigo during the first two weeks, but in the third week he’d stayed for several nights in a row – and Rodrigo was obviously enjoying his company. Brad even picked Laszlo’s brain about it. “Do you think maybe Rodrigo might be falling in love with Seiji?” “Too soon to say, but it’s not impossible. I hope so. I know he’s going to miss Daniel when we leave.” “We? WE???! Daniel didn’t say a word about leaving with you!” Too late, Laszlo realized that he’d stepped into the swamp. “He didn’t? That surprises me. Don’t say anything to him until I have a chance to ask him why not.” Laszlo stepped out to look for Daniel, and found him sitting on the bench, staring at the ocean. “What’s up, Daniel? Daniel sighed. “Just realizing that I’m really going to miss these guys and this place when we leave.” “Is that why you didn’t tell Brad you were going?” “I couldn’t figure out how to do it. So I stalled.” “Well, I just let it slip and now I’m embarrassed, because I figured you would naturally have let them know.” “I’m sorry, Laszlo. I don’t know why I find conversations like this so hard to do.” “Like when you couldn’t tell me your feelings and had to run away to Hawaii instead.” “Yes. Like that.” “Come on, Daniel. You’re not that scared, lonely kid getting sucked into a ride in a limo any more. You’re a grown man, awesomely competent at so many things, and you’ve got me by your side so you have no reason to be afraid. Let’s go in together and you can tell Brad and Arian, and Rodrigo, yourself.” They did. The guys were startled, but not angry, and that made all the difference. They all congratulated him and Laszlo and wished them well for the future – “and don’t be a stranger,” Brad said, to resounding applause from the others. For the last three nights before departure for L.A., they moved back into the FourWinds resort – partly out of nostalgia, but partly because Daniel had an ulterior motive. He was still curious about the general manager’s action in buying dinner for them on their previous visit and hoped to find out more. On the first night, they had a different waiter whom they had not met before. But during the meal, Daniel spotted Aaron walking by and flagged him down. He greeted them with a broad smile. “Aaron, could you please tell me if the General Manager is here tonight?” “He is, sir. He’s actually standing over there, conferring with the maitre d’.” “Could you kindly let him know that I would welcome a chance to speak with him?” “There’s no need, sir. He’s already on his way over to see you.” Aaron slipped away as the tall, lean gentleman with the handsome Hawaiian face and salt and pepper hair approached them. “Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Ken Murayama, and I am the General Manager of FourWinds Resort. It’s a pleasure to welcome your back.” Both Laszlo and Daniel had stood up. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” “Indeed, and a pleasure to thank you in person for hour generosity to us on our last visit.” Mr. Murayama’s slightly old-world continental courtesy was infectious. Laszlo even found himself nodding his head in a slight bow, a throwback to his school training about appropriate dignity when meeting Hungarian ancestral nobility. “I hope you are finding everything in the resort to your liking.” “Very much so.” Daniel had seized the opportunity to take the lead. “I would like to ask a further favour. Could you possibly give me a little of your time to speak in private in your office, tomorrow?” “As much as you wish, Mr….? “Nakamura. Daniel Nakamura.” Murayama’s face broke into a slightly knowing smile. “It will be a pleasure. Would eleven o’clock suit you?” “That will be ideal.” “Splendid. I will see you then. Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Kertesz (and the names were delivered with a slight but courteous bow), enjoy the rest of your evening.” “Thank you.” “Thank you very much.” He stepped away and they sat down and resumed their meal. Once he was out of earshot, Laszlo commented, “There’s a real gentleman of the old school.” “Indeed.” “Could you explain what that was all about?” “I can’t – yet. But there’s something about him. When I saw his photo on the hotel’s website, it was very tiny -- but the face seemed familiar somehow. I felt that even more strongly when I saw him tonight. I’m hoping to find out more when I speak with him.” “Do you want me there too?” “Perhaps better not. He might hesitate to open up with another person present.” “Fair enough. Can I borrow the Jeep for the morning? I’ll take the camera and go up to the canyon, see what I can do with it up there.” “Good plan, Laszlo. I’ve seen it enough times, once more or less won’t do me any harm. Enjoy yourself up there on the mountain!” The next morning, at eleven o’clock sharp, Daniel presented himself at the General Manager’s office, reflecting as he did so that “presented himself” was exactly the right wording for a man with Mr. Murayama’s old-world brand of courtesy, and that he perhaps should have gotten some calling cards first. The secretary took his name in, and came right back out, holding the door. “Right this way, sir.” “Thank you,” The General Manager was standing, waiting for him with a smile and an extended hand. “Welcome, Mr. Nakamura. What can I do for you?” “Daniel, please.” “Of course. Ken. Although my actual Hawaiian name is Kanani.” “Ken, then. I hope you won’t think this too forward of me, but I can’t help thinking that your face is slightly familiar, in a context which I can’t identify. I’m wondering, too, why you chose to offer the hotel’s hospitality to us at dinner on our last visit. We appreciated the courtesy very much, of course, but I couldn’t help wondering. I’ve had enough business experience myself to know that one doesn’t just give the farm away to every person who walks through the gate. Was there perhaps some more specific reason why you did that?” The General Manager sighed deeply, seeming lost in thought for a few moments. Then he roused himself and returned his attention to his visitor. “You come straight to the point, Daniel. And you’re quite right. There is a reason. I’ll be happy to tell you the whole story, if you wish.” “If you would, please.” “Very well. I’m prepared to do so because I was already asked to do so some years ago and because – as strange as this may sound – some people would say that I have a fair right to be considered your uncle.”

What a jerk .... the chutzpah !!!! I wish you'd have told him (kindly but unmistakably) that your Hole was perfectly suited for more loads, and let him go scrub his own issues - not yours.

This scene plays out beautifully. One of the best stories I’ve read in a long time.

I hate being poz. I hate having to take that fucking pill every day for the rest of my life. I hate that the pill I have to take every day to save my life is $100 each! I hate I have to worry about health insurance without which I would have to pay nearly $36,000 per year for a fucking pill. I hate having to go to the doctor multiple times per year to watch my blood levels to see if any of my organs are starting to fail from the drug or the disease. I hate watching my body age faster than expected and the doctors not knowing if its the virus or the meds. I hate I had to watch my best friend die because ALL meds finally stopped working and he had to die alone from Hodgkins lymphoma in the hospital because during COVID no one could visit. I hate watching my husband battle a god-damned rare disease which affects men with "well-controlled" HIV disproportionately and wonder if his next flare up will kill him. I hate the sympathy/pity from others when discussing my health. I hate the discrimination from men who won't have sex with poz guys even though I am undetectable and can't transmit it to them. I hate not understanding why someone wants this.

To me the idea of expelling or losing a drop of a Mans seed once He has planted it inside of me is offensive. "Cleaning" it out is psychologically tantamount to an abortion to me. Then there is this: "Despite the lack of direct research, Gallup said he “wouldn’t be a bit surprised” if oral and anal sex provided a mood boost. “There’s no guarantee that all of the ingredients in semen will survive the digestion process and stomach acid, which could conceivably change some of the semen chemistry. But given what we know about birth control pills, most of the hormones should survive.”Regarding anal sex, he added: “My guess would be that the chemicals in semen would be absorbed through the lining of the colon.” Here’s some related research that’s worth mentioning: “There’s some evidence that gay males following anal intercourse will go out of their way to try to retain the semen for extended periods of time, which suggests psychotropic effects,” Gallup says. (I wonder whether the “sexiness” quotient of having your partner’s semen inside you might be another, perhaps complimentary, explanation.)" [think before following links] https://www.popsci.com/science/article/2011-05/come-again-science-semen-part-deux/

Part 3... It was then in my totally blissed out state that I realized, "Fuck, my partner might pop back at any moment." I quickly ushered BBC out the door and told him that his group plans would have to wait. I told him about my racist partner coming back and how he'd probably kill us if he found us and he said, "Heh. Not likely. I've got some plans to think of and homies to call. I'll be in touch, my sissy." He shook his dick at me one last time and headed out. Not ten minutes later, he showed up, completely in a foul mood but also completely clueless as to the rearranging of my guts. If he knew about the big nigga dick I had taken he'd have probably died. I was like a bitch in heat. I was addicted now, and needed more. Part 4 soon...

As if you even really actually could guarantee you could get it all out. If someone at a bathhouse asked me to basically reset my cunt to factory settings for him, I would feel the need to take the time to explain to him where he was and how the place worked so he wouldn’t walk around embarrassing himself. Even if my hole wasn’t cummy it would be impeccably lubed for entry, and I’ll have put too much care into that just to scrub it all out so he can pretend he’s first.

Once upon a time, when in total top mode, I'd always want to be the first to fuck a guy. I'm now 99% bottom again, but at the end of a sauna session especially I like to dump my load in a nice arse, rather than wanking and shooting onto the floor somewhere. If I know the guy has a load or three in him, it makes it even hornier. Interesting that the guy was going to all that trouble at a CumUnion. He'd need to get there as soon as the place opened, to find someone "fresh" .

I watched far too many wonderful men die a slow and agonizing death from AIDS. There's nothing romantic about it. There's been considerable progress mde re treatment of HIV, but even the best prescriptions have serious consequences. I'm hopeful most of the boasts and bravado on this site are just people talking. For one, I do not want HIV or AIDS.

This morning after the gym, fucked a regular buddy of mine whose husband had left for work already. His husband had fucked him earlier so I got to enjoy a nice slick, sloppy ride in my bud’s hole before adding my cum inside him. Great way to start the day!

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

(Dont' worry guys, I haven't forgotten the hotel bellman. He's making an appearance soon!) PART 3 We both laid on the bed for a while, soaked in sweat. I was vibrating because I was so high but I desperately wanted more cock in my hole. But I had to ask the obvious question, knowing that Justin might not tell me. “So who is this Jake person?” I asked him. He laughed nervously, then paused for a minute and said “well, ummmmm…….he’s……. ummmmmmm……my son.” OOOOOH. I should’ve gotten it before but I somehow in my lust and horniness, I missed this, and Mike hadn’t let me in on the secret. Justin explained “He’s also a student here in Chicago, a year ahead of you, I think. I’ve had the hots for him for a long time, but I didn’t want to upset him by making a pass at my own son. And you look a LOT like him. He’s short and very furry for his age, like you. With a nice big butt. He wrestled in high school and now in college, too.” I just smiled. This was getting really good. “The other thing I should tell you is that Mike is my brother.” I suddenly realized I had died and gone to heaven. The whole story quickly tumbled out of Justin while he laid next to me, playing with my nipples. “Mike’s younger and came out when we were teenagers, but I thought I should get married and have kids, so I did. Dumb move. My wife eventually discovered me in bed fucking another guy and divorced my ass. We’re on good terms now, but it was hard on her and on Jake. He was only 8 when we split up. That was 10 years ago. I’ve been really involved in his life, but he doesn’t know I like men.” Justin reached over for his phone and showed me a picture of himself with a boy of about 20, who did look a lot like me. He was shorter than Justin, with a thick mop of curly dark hair and chest hair coming out of the top of his tank top. In the picture they were standing by a lake, holding up fish for the camera. I immediately had a jolt of recognition. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and told him to hold on a second. He looked confused, and then I found it. A series of Grindr messages with THE SAME KID. We had never hooked up but we were both students at the same university and had flirted online, but never met IRL. I remembered joking with him that we were the hairiest guys under 20 in Chicago. His profile said he was gay and he’d joked with me about being kind of slutty. Isn’t every 20 year old gay guy slutty? I handed the phone to Justin, smirked and said “well Daddy man, maybe you look at this.” His jaw hit the floor as he scrolled through the messages between me and his son Jake. Then he opened the kid’s unlocked pictures, whistling loudly. “FUUUUUUUCK. I knew it. He has a big furry ass just like yours.” In the ass pic, Jake was looking at the camera, smirking like he knew how fine his ass was. He was right, it was a helluva nice ass. He was just waiting for men to admire it, and I’m sure they did, in abundance. “And he’s gay? OMG.” Justin laid back on the bed breathing hard, and handed my phone back to me. I had just blown a hole in his world in a way that he absolutely did not expect. “We’ve never met in person,” I said. “We just flirted a few times on Grindr because we both live on campus. Since I’m new there I was trying to meet gay friends, both for sex and just to hang out with. But because of his wrestling practice and meet schedule we’ve never managed to figure out a time to hang out.” I grinned at Justin. “Are you OK? I know this has to be freaking you out a little bit, especially considering how you just fucked me.” He laughed and said “Oh yeah, it’s just going to take me a little time to sort this through in my head.” As soon as he said that, the door clicked and in walked Mike. I set the phone back on the nightstand. “Well if it isn’t two of my favorite pigs.” He walked in the door, set his gym bag down and proceeded to start stripping off his shorts and tank top. He’d clearly just come from the gym and was dripping sweat. “I see you two got acquainted,” Mike said walking over to the bed and tapping on the buttplug that was securely shoved up my ass. I shook my ass at him and moaned loudly again, realizing that my hole was feeling very empty, despite the thick plug. I knew just who to ask to fill it. Mike was only wearing a jockstrap and I grinned at him and begged him “Please, can I suck your cock, mister?” Playing the innocent boy, looking up at him with my sexy green eyes that I knew he loved. “Why the fuck aren’t you sucking it already, faggot?” We all laughed and I scooted over and started playing with Mike’s cock through his jock. Then I pulled the sexy pouch aside and his big, meaty uncut dick flopped out, half hard already. I slid it in my mouth where it belonged and grabbed onto his ass to pull it all the way into my throat. Mike moaned and I could see that he and Justin were making out and I heard a click and a lighter go on. I looked up and Justin was holding a glass bong and sucking white smoke out of it which he then blew into Mike’s lungs. Justin tapped on my shoulder, and I came up off Mike’s fat cock and he passed another shotgun to me. I immediately went back down on Mike’s cock, taking it all the way into my throat, just like he taught me. He kept moaning while making out with Justin. Finally Mike came up for air, and said “come on Jakey, you want Uncle Mike’s cock in your pretty little hairy cunt?” I relinquished his delicious cock from my mouth and immediately turned around and put my ass in the air, arching my back like a good fuck toy. “Yes, Uncle Mike! Please use my pussy!” Mike laughed and hawked a loogie into my hole, then I saw Justin tuck something under Mike’s foreskin. Mike quickly slid his entire fat cock into my hole and I was in heaven again. After a few thrusts, I could feel something warm in my hole and said “what the…..?” They both laughed and said “don’t worry Jake, you’re gonna love it.” I could feel the warmth spreading through my ass and realized they had given me more drugs up my butt hole. All I could do was moan and beg Mike to fuck me hard. He slapped my ass and proceeded to start pounding me good. I was in cumdump faggot heaven. Justin moved on top of me and spread his ass cheeks wide and sat his furry hole down on my face. I ate him ravenously, smelling his deliciously sweaty butt and running my tongue up and down his crack, then shoving it as far up his hole as I could. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him down as far as I could onto my tongue, while I ate his hole like I hadn’t had a meal in a week. It was fucking amazing. Smelling his manly hole while my cunt was getting fucked hard made me one happy spun little fag boy. While I was eating Justin’s ass, he would occasionally lift up and then turn around so he could make out with me, tasting his hole on my face and in my goatee. Then he would turn around and plant his big Daddy hole on my tongue again and I continued my meal. Meantime, Mike kept fucking me hard, and after about 15 minutes, he started to pound my hole really hard and pushed my legs back as far as he could, Justin held them in place for him. Spewing a never ending stream of dirty talk, calling me every name he could think of, faggot, whore, pig, slut, cumdump, he finally shot an enormous load in my boy pussy. While he was calling me every filthy name in the book all I could do was mumble because my mouth was full of daddy hole. Justin cheered him onI could feel his cock pulsate and the shots fire into my hole, pushing his brother’s load further into my ass.I was so high I couldn’t really speak, all I could do was hang on for dear life while my tongue fucked Justin’s hole and Mike raped my cunt. Finally, we all disentangled from each other and spread out on Justin’s king sized hotel bed, catching our breath. I was completely spent, but my hole was telling my brain MORE MORE MORE. I was vibrating and my hole was on fire. Mike grabbed the buttplug from the mess of sheets on the bed and shoved it back in my cunt. “There. You need that plug to keep those loads in. We’re not done with you. Not by a long shot.” He grinned and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply and with great affection. I melted. These hot Daddies were not only paying attention to me, they were lavishing me with some of the greatest feelings I’d ever had. When we’d all come back to earth a bit, Justin smiled at me and said “Well, should we tell him?” Mike got a puzzled look on his face, and said “tell me what?” I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone and showed him the Grindr conversations I’d had with the REAL Jake. Mike burst out laughing and said “well that makes things more interesting, doesn’t it? Why don’t you just invite him over, Adam? What’s the worst that can happen? He says no?” I smirked and looked at Justin. This was his call. He was paying for my ass and he had a few more hours on the clock. All night if he wanted. I just looked at Justin and said “Well?” He’s your kid. What do you wanna do?” Justin was high and horny and his cock was rock hard again with the head just peeking out of his thick foreskin. He just looked at us and said “fuck it. Sure. Why not. He’s probably busy anyway.” So I messaged Jake. Grindr said he was online and it was Friday night so he might very well be looking for some dick. He replied right away and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was just horny and looking for some fun and asked me if I wanted to “hang out.” I said sure, but explained that I was at a buddy’s hotel room downtown and did he want to join us for a group thing. I thought the phone was going to explode he answered so quickly. “FUCK YES” was the answer. At Justin’s prompting, I told him to take a cab or Uber and my friend would pay for it since he could make it a business expense. He responded that he would be there in 20 minutes. I was giving Justin and Mike a play by play as this was happening and I was laying between them with them idly playing with my tits and cock. The trap was set. Wait until Jake found out what the surprise was.

The Birthday Gift 🎉 The crisp spring night air holds a touch of excitement that night as two young lovers walk hand in hand down a bustling sidewalk, but they hardly notice, they only have eyes for each other. To a passer-by they make a fetching couple of opposites, one is tall, the other is shorter, one has dark hair and the other strawberry blond, with the only obvious similarity being the blinding smiles plastered on their faces. “Where are we going?” asks the young man with strawberry blond hair. The young man with dark curls chuckles, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief at the question. “I told you, Seven, it’s a surprise for your birthday.” Seven pouts, his pink lower lip looking particularly kissable in the moment, so his lover leans over and quickly gives him a peck. “Don’t pout, babe, I promise, you’ll love it.” “I better, Liam, or you’ll be going without tonight,” Seven teases, which makes Liam’s lips disappear in a tight line. “Now who’s pouting?” “You are so lucky we’re in public,” Liam says with a touch of a dark seductive edge to his voice, “otherwise I’d thoroughly remind you what you’d be missing out on if you made good on that threat.” Seven gulps and almost instantly his cock jumps at the mere mention of their bedroom activities; his reaction only gets worse when his now half-hard cock rubs against his tight blue shorts in the process. He wants to be upset over his predicament and blame his loving boyfriend but there’s something almost palpable in the anticipation and he wants to ride this feeling out for as long as possible. Then he wants to ride Liam’s cock even longer. They cross over two more streets and cut through an alley before arriving at a nondescript building that could’ve otherwise gone unnoticed had it not been for the line of people outside and two large men standing by the entrance. Seven grips onto Liam’s hand as his boyfriend confidently walking past the entire line up to the two men by the door. He reaches into his pocket and produces two cards, which he hands to one of the men, who then opens the door. Seven can’t help but giggle at the loud groans that follow them as they head into the building. The door closes and the pair are instantly swallowed by loud, pulsating music, strobe lighting, and— “Foam!” Seven shrieks but it’s drowned out by the music and energy around them. Indeed, there is multi-coloured foam flooding the room, about knee-deep on most patrons but some areas it’s up to thighs and waists. Seven reaches down and scoops some up in his hands, smelling the light scent that reminds him of a specific soap brand before reaching over to throw it in Liam’s face. Liam sputters and spits out what got on his mouth while Seven laughs hysterically, only to be met by a face-full of foam not a second later. They look at each other for a moment before breaking down in giggles and tears at the sheer ridiculousness of the moment. Seven wipes the foam off his mouth before reaching up to kiss Liam. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away, “I can’t believe you found a club that does foam parties!” “It took some research, but I found this place thanks to some online tips,” Liam says as he takes Seven’s hand and goes to the bar. He orders their usual – two rum and colas – and they take up two stools while they wait. “I know you’ve always wanted to go to one.” Seven nods. “Ever since I heard about them! Thank you so much for this, baby! Best birthday present ever! I love you!” “I love you, too,” says Liam with a soft smile. He can hardly believe that this amazing person is his boyfriend, his for the past several years. There’s another gift he has for Seven, it’s currently resting in his pocket, but he has a plan for that too and it’s for after their night out at the club. They get their drinks along with a small plate of appetizers, enjoying the moment as they watch others dance in the foam, looking completely free and happy. Seven can’t wait to join them, to be part of that feeling. His skin tingles in anticipation and he bounces in his seat to the beat of the music, hardly able to keep himself from jumping straight into the throng of people writhing and moving on the dancefloor. The second they finish their food, Seven grabs Liam’s hand and drags him right into the centre of the dancers, then proceeds to press his back against Liam’s chest and grind his ass into his cock with the music. Liam’s hands grip his waist, and his face sits in the crook of his neck where he peppers soft kisses into Seven’s pale skin, nipping him every few kisses until a red mark blooms. Then he licks the mark and relishes in the way Seven squirms in his grip. He doesn’t think he could get any happier than standing here with this wonderful man in his arms. Three songs pass with Seven firmly planted against Liam, not even a breath of space between them as they dance in the foam. Seven occasionally reaches down to get a handful of foam to play with, either smearing it on Liam’s face or his own or even their bare torsos – they lost their shirts at some point during song two, not that they care, they were cheap white t-shirts Liam bought anticipating this exact situation. Seven is definitely enjoying his birthday surprise, pleased beyond words that his boyfriend took the time to find a place that does events like these, and even happier he paid the money to get them in the club. Seven’s euphoric bubble is burst when Liam squeezes his hips and says, “Hey, I need to use the washroom, come with me.” Seven glares at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m staying right here.” “Babe, I don’t want to have to try and find you,” Liam insists. “Please come with me.” “No, this is my night and I’m not leaving this dancefloor until security has to drag me out,” Seven replies petulantly and he shoves Liam’s hands off before he disappears into the crowd of dancers. It’s a petty move but he doesn’t care right now, he’s annoyed and slightly tipsy and high off the energy in the room. He’ll deal with the consequences later, right now he’s focused on enjoying himself. He finds himself a free spot close to the wall and one of the speakers with a small mountain of foam completely untouched, so he claims it in his name and starts dancing like nobody’s watching. Unknown to Seven, someone’s watching him closely. The song ends and Seven takes a breath as he waits for the next one to start; Liam still hasn’t joined him, so he figures he’s either lost, still in the washroom, or ignoring him until one of them – mostly Seven – apologizes for their argument. Seven has no intentions of apologizing until the club closes so Liam will have to pout for a few more hours. He’s content with this plan, at least for now. A new song starts and Seven prepares to start dancing when something warm and large settles on his hips, he startles and looks down. There’s a pair of sun-kissed hands that are definitely not his or Liam’s touching him. He looks behind him and sees a bright pair of green eyes staring at him. “Hi,” says the man, his voice sounds like caramel over gravel and Seven shivers. The man leans closer and puts his mouth by Seven’s ear. He’s a few inches taller than him – probably taller than Liam – so it almost feels like he’s hunching over. “Mind if I dance with you?” Seven considers pushing the man away and going back to his own private party but the thought of this gorgeous creature dancing with him is too tempting to resist so he shakes his head. “It’s fine!” his voice barely carries over the music. The man pulls back and flashes him a dazzling white smile before pulling Seven flush against his clothed torso. The grey tank top brushes against Seven’s back deliciously and he groans softly, sure the other man can’t hear him over the sounds of the music and thumping base. They grind in time with the beat, new guy’s hands stay firmly on Seven’s hips even when Seven decides to be bold and rest his head on the man’s shoulder. It feels so nice to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t know who the hell this guy is, and he’ll take whatever he can get for as long as he can. Liam is Seven’s first and only boyfriend, they met shortly after Seven came out openly and have been inseparable ever since; and while he loves Liam, Seven laments the lost time of exploring himself and his sexuality more. Liam has been his only lover, which sounds romantic, but Seven has found himself craving something else of late. This man behind him seems to be enough to scratch that itch. When the music ends, Seven fully expects the man to leave and move on to another dance partner, so imagine his surprise when not only does the man not leave but his grip gets tighter and more possessive. Seven looks over and sees the man already looking at him from under his mess of beach hair – if he never learns his name, Seven will call him Beach God or BG for short. “You’re so fucking hot,” Beach God says in Seven’s ear, and he shivers again hearing BG’s voice, especially so close. “Are you here alone?” Seven shrugs. “I came with someone, but we had a fight so now I’m on my own.” “His loss,” BG says and Seven can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trail up to brush at the top of Seven’s shorts, dipping beneath the waistband just enough for the callouses on his fingers to find soft skin. “Hey, I know we just shared a dance but wanna have some real fun?” “Maybe,” Seven says as his skin flushes from BG’s touch. In the back of his mind, he knows he should say no, say the person he’s with is his boyfriend and not some random date, but when BG’s fingers go lower and start rubbing the soft skin near his cock, his mind blanks and he moans. That’s all the encouragement BG seems to need. BG’s large hand moves from the shaved skin surrounding Seven’s soft cock, to directly over his cock, cupping it easily. He fondles Seven with gentle but determined movements as his other hand travels up Seven’s torso, stopping on his chest to tease and pinch his rosy nipples. Without the support of BG’s firm chest behind him, Seven is sure he would’ve collapsed by now, his knees are already buckling under the overwhelming sensations of BG’s hand on his cock, the delicious way he’s teasing his nipples, and the knowledge that what he’s doing with this guy is so bad but feels so good at the same time. He wonders if Liam is looking for him, but that thought is quickly chased out of his mind when BG speaks again. “Look at me and open your mouth.” Seven complies easily, turning leisurely towards BG’s face and opening his mouth as requested. BG leans in and shoves his tongue straight into Seven’s mouth, his mouth creates a tight seal around Seven’s as his tongue licks around. Seven is helpless to stop or even keep up with him, content on letting him explore his mouth like a starving man while he loses himself in the feeling of BG’s touches. He nearly jumps out of his skin when BG’s long middle finger brushes firmly against his entrance, which breaks their lip lock, but BG hardly seems concerned. Instead he’s far more focused on shoving his hand further into Seven’s shorts to get to his hole. Seven reaches down and tries to stop the wandering hand as it goes another inch deeper. “Hey, stop, you’re going to rip my shorts.” BG snorts as he rubs the tip of his finger against Seven’s entrance, watching with amusement as Seven’s eyes roll back in his head. He curls his fingertip just enough that it catches on the rim and pushes in slightly; Seven presses down further, hoping to get more of the thick finger inside but is disappointed when nothing more happens. “What a dirty slut,” BG whispers to Seven as he pulls his finger away just enough to tease the outside rim. “Thinking you can fuck yourself on my finger. You want that pretty hole filled, don’t you, baby boy?” “Yes,” Seven whines as he moves his hips in search of the finger that felt divine inside him. “Please give it to me, sir. Please.” “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” BG says, licking a long strip from Seven’s collarbone to his lips, dipping his tongue inside Seven’s hot mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. “Fuck you taste good, baby boy.” “So do you,” Seven says, barely able to hold himself up at this point as he nearly leans his full weight against BG, who is now leaning against a wall. BG smirks at Seven’s blissed out expression with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips still wet with their spit. BG pulls both hands back and before Seven has a chance to complain, he hears a ripping sound. His eyes fly open, and he looks down to see BG ripping the side of his shorts. He reaches down to stop him from completing the tear. “Stop!” he says somewhat desperately. “I told you before not to do that!” “They’re in the way.” “I can take them off, just give me a chance—” BG overpowers Seven’s grip and finishes ripping the fabric from the top to the bottom along the seam. Seven is appalled. BG rips the other side just as easily as the first and tosses the fabric into the foam. “Fucker! Now how am I supposed to go home? I have nothing to wear!” BG shrugs. “I’ll fix that later.” Seven goes to protest again but he’s silenced by BG’s tongue sliding into his mouth as his hands resume their original positions, only this time his finger is able to move more freely than when trapped in Seven’s shorts and BG easily slides up to his second knuckle into Seven’s hot entrance. He pulls away and gives him a knowing look. “Little slut prepped himself already.” “Always prepared,” Seven replies with a dopey grin. It quickly disappears when BG starts moving his finger, making him moan almost loud enough to be heard over the music. He’s vaguely aware that there are people around them, and that he can feel eyes on him, but he can’t find it in him to care. If anything, it turns him on more. It isn’t long before BG adds a second finger to distract him from the gaze of the crowd around him, which stretches him wider than he’s ever felt before, and he winces slightly when BG starts to scissor. “Just relax, baby boy,” BG says kindly. “You’ll never take my cock if you can’t take my fingers.” Hearing that makes something in Seven snap and he becomes determined to take whatever BG has to give him. He forces his body to relax and soon the burn from being stretched subsides and he starts moaning shamelessly as BG teases his fingertips over his prostate, never giving enough pressure to get him off but just enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. He’s fairly certain at this point the only reason he’s still standing is because of the fingers in his ass and BG’s solid body. When BG puts a third finger inside, the stretch hardly hurts, and he finds himself grinding down shamelessly on all of the fingers filling him to the brim. His legs give out completely when all three fingers rub on and around his prostate, hitting him from all possible angles. He vaguely feels fabric moving against his bare ass and wonders if BG is taking off his shirt. Then the fingers are removed from his hole in one swift movement, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. “Patience, baby boy,” BG says as he manhandles Seven more securely into his hold. He turns him around, so they are chest to chest then lifts him by the thighs, spreading his legs as he hoists him up, before pushing him against a wall. The wall is covered in sound dampening panels, so it isn’t cold when Seven’s hot skin touches it, but it is rough. He groans slightly. With Seven’s legs still spread as wide as they can, BG situates himself between them, his cock now out of his own shorts. He moves Seven a bit until his hole is lined up with the tip of his leaking cock then he presses it inside. Seven moves enough to break away from the intruding cock and shakes his head. “No, no, this isn’t right.” He tries to move away, to free himself but BG’s hold is too tight, and escape becomes almost impossible when he pushes more weight against Seven to pin him to the wall. “You were so eager for my cock, baby boy, what happened?” “I have a boyfriend!” BG can’t help but chuckle. “So, you have no problem with me stripping you naked and shoving my fingers and tongue in you, but when I go to put my cock in, that’s the line? You’re such a cute idiot.” “Then please don’t go in raw!” BG pays him no mind and he moves one of Seven’s legs over his shoulder, then uses his free hand to guide his cock back to Seven’s hole and wastes no time in pushing inside, groaning slightly at the tightness and heat that envelope him. Seven is shaking in his grip as he struggles with taking the entire cock, feeling every inch as it fills him more than BG’s fingers could ever dream. He feels like he’s being split in half. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, BG is completely inside, and he lets out an airy sigh while Seven continues to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. BG leans down and pecks his lips softly. “Such a good boy, you took every inch,” he praises and Seven whimpers, whether from pain or the praise, BG doesn’t really care. “You feel so good, so nice and tight even after I prepped you. Such a good little slut.” Seven isn’t sure how or if he should respond, so he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon,” BG whispers in his ear. “You’ll feel good and forget your boyfriend’s name.” He then licks some of the tears on Seven’s cheek and puts Seven’s other leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half while his hands grip tightly to Seven’s hips. BG rolls his a few times before pulling out until just the tip is still inside then thrusting roughly back into Seven’s hole. He repeats the actions of grinding before pulling out and slamming in until he sets a steady rhythm of thrusting and grinding that works best for the position. He looks down and watches in mild fascination as his cock disappears into Seven and then back out. He loses himself in watching, focused on his thick ruddy cock pulling and pushing on Seven’s rosy rim, when he thrusts in, he pauses for a moment to appreciate the contrast of their skin tones, his so tan compared to Seven’s pale complexion. Then he adjusts his grip so his hands are holding onto the soft globes of Seven’s perky ass, and he spreads them as wide as he can before resuming his rough pace. He looks at Seven – who is clearly lost in the pleasure despite his protests – with eyes closed and mouth open as moans and gasps are punched out of him in time with BG’s movements. BG leans in and slips his tongue into Seven’s open mouth, not even bothering to try and seal their mouths together – Seven seems to be breathing exclusively through his mouth at the moment – and lets his tongue play with Seven’s almost lazily compared to how hard and fast his hips are moving. The contrast amuses him, with his tongue making love to Seven’s mouth while his cock fucks him ruthlessly; what catches him off-guard is when Seven reaches behind him and presses his head, so their mouths are together just as he lets out a high-pitched moan. BG feels hot spend trickle down Seven’s hips and onto his hands and he groans into Seven’s mouth. He pulls his mouth away and doubles down on his efforts to reach his own release, chasing the high as heat pools in his groin. Seven moans wantonly, his entire body buzzing from overstimulation as BG pounds harder into his hole until finally he feels something hot fill him to the brim and it’s enough to push him over the edge a second time. “Oh fuck!” he screams as his cock releases more ropes of thick spend, “I’m coming!” “Fuck,” BG gasps, giving a few weak thrusts to ride out the aftershocks from Seven’s ass constricting with his second orgasm. Neither man can move afterwards, their bodies still connected, both covered in fluids. “So perfect,” BG says before pecking Seven’s lips again. “So good.” Seven manages a lazy smile. He winces sharply when BG pulls his cock out. “It’s okay, baby boy,” BG reassures as he moves to keep Seven pinned against the wall while he takes his tank top off, which he then puts on Seven as best he can in their current position; he’s sure by the limp way Seven feels in his grip, if he put him on the ground, he’d collapse. Then he gently moves Seven’s legs down back to the ground, one hand always wrapped around his back, and finishes pulling down the tank top so everything to midthigh is covered. BG then scoops Seven up in his arms and kisses him softly again. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says as he starts walking through the crowd of people still dancing, it’s somewhat less than before but still enough to keep BG from rushing out of the building. Despite how heavy his eyes feel, Seven is still awake enough to see people are indeed staring at them, some with jealousy, others with their cocks in hand or in someone else’s hand. He tries to smirk, but his body is too exhausted to comply. In the back of his mind, he does find it odd that some people are gaping at BG’s back, like there’s something of interest there, and maybe there is, Seven hasn’t seen it yet. Maybe it looks just as chiselled as his front and those people haven’t seen muscles sculpted by the gods before. “Sleepy,” Seven replies followed by a kitten like yawn. BG chuckles. “You sleep, baby boy, because that ass is mine when we get home.” Seven nods as he drifts off to sleep while BG pushes through to the exit. Once he’s free of the dance floor, BG notices a sulky young man at the bar who suddenly jumps up when he sees BG and immediately, he realizes this is the boyfriend. Boyfriend comes striding over with a murderous look in his eye but one quick gesture from BG to a nearby bouncer and he’s stopped before he can reach BG and his sleeping beauty. “But that’s my boyfriend!” Liam protests, looking helplessly between the bouncer and the man carrying his boyfriend. He then sees that Seven is asleep and wearing a grey tank top he knows he didn’t arrive in and by the size, he guesses it belongs to the man carrying him. When the man shifts Seven, he catches a glimpse under the shirt and sees Seven, is completely nude! Now staring at his boyfriend, Liam then sees pinkish and thick fluid leaking from Seven’s ass. Liam’s heart shatters. “Should I throw him out, boss?” the bouncer asks, and BG shakes his head. “Nah, just hold him until I leave,” he replies with a smirk. BG then turns so Liam can properly see both men. “By the way, he did mention you, once.” Liam tries to glare at him through the tears. “Fuck you!” “Pretty boy already did,” BG smugly says. “Have a good night, Boyfriend.” BG then heads for the door, Liam is still being held back by the bouncer, and just as he readies some insult or curse, the words die in his throat when he sees BG’s back. Tattooed between BG’s shoulder blades is a massive, Black Scorpion. 🦂

I had been thinking about having some more professional pictures taken of me for a long time, but kept putting it off knowing that the 'self' pics I have always seem to do the trick and did I really need more than that? The answer was always no. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on CraigsList, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some nude and tasteful pictures of me. Of course I have nudes, self taken, but I wanted someone else's view and skills of taking pictures with an artistic mind. As expected I received multiple crude or amateur responses and it took me a while to sift through them, one of the responses caught my eye. His name was Ed and he had a photo studio in town and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost, but if one was really good I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all of the digital files and Ed would keep nothing. Pretty easy for me to agree to, since there was no skin off my back to possibly get some great shots. Ed and I connected via email first and it was pretty professional from the get go, which I appreciated, but I wanted to make sure that if the situation arose, he was alright with more soft porn type photos of me enjoying myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through some of his non-public online gallery to give me some ideas of what he has done with other men and clients. I was pretty excited about this and we set a time. Ed said he would email be back from his personal email so there wasn't any 'business' ties to our conversations or thoughts. I said sure and waited for his email. Ed's email came in soon after. I opened the email and read the pleasantries. I saw the time we were to meet online and go through the gallery, but I also noticed a profile link for what appeared to be Ed's Adam4Adam profile. This couldn't be an accident, right? Of course maybe he just has it there with his personal email. I don't know, but I had to click on it. I was led to Ed's profile and read through his words, summary, and then looked at his available public pictures. Ed was very attractive, should length graying hair, seemed to be fit, but my vision was pulled right to his soft cock, hanging naturally it seemed to be at least six to seven inches soft, shaved balls, and well trimmed pubes. First impression? fucking gorgeous. Oh I wanted to see his 'private' pics, but definitely didn't have the nerve to ask for that, not yet anyway. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time I opened the video chat link and waited for Ed to join. It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time, but in reality it was my excitement that made the wait that much longer. Ed joined rather quickly after our scheduled time and it was great to finally talk to him. We covered some pleasantries and then Ed asked some questions. "So Tim, would you like to see some artful nudes I have and have had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?". Ed asked. "That would be great! I am very interested on those that started kinda where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want", we both laughed. Ed laughed too and said, "you bet, I think I know what you want to see". Ed shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly looking for someone specific. "Ah, here he is. This is Joe, he came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of 'selfies' and 'gay web site' pics, but wanted something done a little more tasteful. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?" I was looking intimately at every photo. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or lounger, Joe was naked and semi aroused it most of the pictures. The lighting was awesome and the environment was great, Joe seemed to be in a very relaxed environment. "I think these are perfect for what I am looking for. I see Joe in mostly the same poses, can you handle other positions and thoughts?" I asked Ed. "Of course Tim, let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking". Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a 'second' page. "Are these more along what you are thinking?". The new set of pictures I now saw were incredible and exactly what I was thinking in the way of pictures. There were one of this new guy of him hard...holding his cock, up on all fours, a dildo in his ass...they were all very nice. Ed commented, "I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention". Ed laughed "Fuck Ed". I caught myself and corrected my reaction, "sorry Ed. I mean yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?". "Of course Tim, I am very open, you can ask anything you want." Ed said. "Thank you Ed, I really appreciate that. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted and the obvious, did it go any further, pictures of him cumming?". "Great questions Tim. This is Robert. Robert wanted some new pictures that might be 'action' type pictures. We started with different poses and soon enough Robert was aroused and it just led from there. To answer your last question, yes Robert came very hard at the end of that session". I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session, this is exactly what I was looking for. "That is hot" "Yes Tim, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?" "Yes Ed, I would love that". We worked out a time to meet up at Ed's studio. Meeting Ed I arrived at Ed's studio as we had discussed. The studio was in an older building down town, more of a loft style studio or apartment. Ed was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Welcome Tim, please come in" he said while letting me in. I almost felt him staring me up and down from behind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men posing in many settings and poses. After closing the door Ed said, "you like my work?". As I continue to go over the different photos I answered, "very much. They are just great, very real, very sexy". Ed chucked, "ha, you should see the ones I keep in my office. those are much more...revealing". I turned to Ed, "I would love to, can we? It might give me some ideas". Ed said 'sure' and led me down one of the hallways to a large open room. The floor was wood but a majority of it was covered with a plush area rug. A desk stood towards the end with some draped windows behind them. "Great office", I said. I then took in the photos on these walls. Fuck! They were all so hot. The artistic nature flowed in these as well, but there were some of men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, men leaking, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. "These might be a little more than you are looking to do, but maybe they inspire some inspiration", Ed said. I walked in closer to on in particular. The photo was black and white and showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock with a top down view, as if the viewer is the one doing the fucking. "Amazing" I said. I was looking intently at it, getting aroused, and didn't sense Ed coming up next to me. "Yes, this is a good one". Ed almost startled me. "I remember it well. Do you like it?". "Oh yes, it is very sexy. I don't know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. Well done. They obviously had this in mind when they came here, right?". "Oh it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment", Ed said while air quoting. He then added, "yes I think he had this in mind when he came over". I thought about that statement, I am sure he meant when one of the men made the arrangements. Ed quietly moaned and I think he adjusted his cock in his shorts. "Let me show you to the studio and changing room", he said. Ed showed me into the studio, which had some different furniture pieces and props for pictures. Off to the left was a small room that had a couch, few chairs and what looked like a makeup desk. "Here you go, you can change in here, or undress in here, depending on how you want to start Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or are you wanting to go right to naked?", Ed asked. "I am want to start with a thong mesh jock and go from there". "very nice. will give you a few and check on you before I am ready". Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. Under my shorts I wore a jock and my silver cock ring. I took the jock off but decided to leave my cock ring on, I was semi aroused anyway so removing it would take a little while. I stripped off my shirt and dug the mesh jock out of my bag. I slid it on and made sure my cock and balls fit in the front pouch, and then adjusted the thong in my crack. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get semi hard. A light knock on the door came and Ed asked, "everything going alright in there? I am ready when you are". I moved to the door and opened it, standing back so Ed could see. "Do you think this will look ok?". Ed looked me up and down then said, "fuck yes, it is hot". Ed reached out and pulled on my thong string by my hip, then "turn around so I can see the fit". I turned my ass towards Ed. I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my thong string running down my crack. His fingers trace the fabric down over my hole and he paused there before pulling his fingers back. "Yes Tim, this will be great, and you wear it very well". I turned back to Ed and it was now I noticed he had changed his shirt and shorts, to more of a looser tshirt and sports shorts that I could make out the prominent outline of his cock head and a new wet spot. I looked up and smiled at Ed. Ed took my hand and let me to the couch. "Let's start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up". As I moved into position I couldn't help but stare at Ed's shorts and the growing wet spot. After a couple series in similar, but different positions, Ed saw me staring and said, "sorry for leaking Tim. I don't normally start leaking just by taking pictures". "oh, no need to apologize Ed, it happens to the best of us". We both laughed. Ed had me pull the mesh jock aside, releasing my hard cock. "That is great Tim, just like that, don't play with your cock yet, let me take a few". Then Ed said, "maybe turn over so you are resting on the edge of the couch, on all fours, cock still hanging free, but the fabric covering your hole". I did as Ed instructed and while he was moving behind me taking pictures, I asked, you said don't normally start leaking by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?". I heard Ed stop moving and he answered, "usually when a hot client is showing me their ass". I turned my head to look at Ed. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. "Just kidding Tim" and we both laughed. "I normally start leaking when watching porn or checking some websites I like. I stood up from the couch and removed my thong all together and then assumed the same position. "Same here" I said. "That is great Tim, here let me straighten out some of those cushions", Ed said and moved in behind me. As he bent over my ass and back he held on to a cheek with one hand while he pushed the cushions back to where they should be. He leaned over the other way and this time his cock, behind his shorts, touched my hip. "there, that should keep them up". Ed's hand was still on my cheek and hard cock touching my hip. He asked, "would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures"? His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. "yes please Ed, I would love that". "Great, give me a minute, be right back". Ed squeezed my cheek and headed to a near equipment bench. He opened one of the drawers. He seemed to pull out a dildo and some lube. Ed hurried over and I now saw clearly it seemed to be a six inch dildo, lube, and also poppers. I started to get hornier and hornier the closer he got, and yes is apparent big cock was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and asked, "can I help you with these?". "I would love that Ed, thank you". I arched my back and next felt some cold lube drip onto my ass and Ed rubbing it all over my hold and around my full balls. He then lubed up the toy and used his off hand to spread my hole open a little...and slowly worked the dildo in to me. I moaned out loud, "fuck that feels good". my cock was now dripping. "I think these will be hot". "Tim, hold this in you I need to capture this". Ed got his camera and then said, "mind if I take off my shirt, a little hot in here now", and he laughed. "of course not, please do". I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts, the evidence was obvious. I watched Ed peel off his shirt. He wasn't hairy at all, just some small graying patches in the middle of his chest. "much better, ok if you want to slowly work that in and out of you...perfect". Ed got closer and started taking pictures. I took the dildo and started sliding it in and out of me, fuck it felt so good. Ed said, "now quickly pull it out and I will get your hole wide open". I did as Ed asked and Ed got closer and closer, taking pictures. "You are beautiful Tim. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office". "I would love that Ed". my hole was aching, but I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it to get it wet. "fuck Tim, that is hot. Pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it", Ed said. "yeah, suck on it. damn great pics Tim". Ed stopped taking pictures and I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, watching me. His cock was so gorgeous, probably nine inches and leaking precum now. "want to get some of you sucking my cock?" Ed didn't really wait for an answer, he got on the couch next to me and started leaning in giving me access to his big cock! I dropped the dildo and started squeezing Ed's big cock. I lowered my head to his cock, licking it clean of any precum and then sucking him into my mouth. "suck that big cock Tim. do you like my cock boy?". Ed asked while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Ed's hand left the back of my hand and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre lubed hole. I felt his fingers now circling around my hole and in a moment he slid one of his fingers in to me. Then two fingers, I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger fucked my ass I took his cock out of my mouth and told him, "please fuck me baby". "oh Tim, I really want to but we shouldn't". I was still holding Ed's big cock in my hand and looking up at him, "why? do you have a boyfriend?" "No", Ed said. I continued, "don't fuck your clients?". "No, it isn't that Tim". "Please Ed, I want you in my ass so bad". "Tim, I am poz and not on meds. I want to fuck you so bad, take pictures of my cock in you, but I want you to know the risk". Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. This is the time to make that decision. "Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?". Ed asked, "are you sure Tim?" I just said, "yes". Ed leaned down and kissed me, got up with his camera and got behind me. I could feel his cock then lay on my crack. Ed then started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole! I knew he was taking pictures now and it just turned me on even more. "Tim, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my cock. Tell me to fuck you now". "fuck Ed, please...put your big cock in me, I need to feel you deep in my ass". Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. That big cock started opening me up, the pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight ring, finally I felt a little relieve and Ed stopped pushing! "baby, my cock head is in you, I need to take some pictures...please hold still". I could feel Ed's cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. "Fuck Tim, I might have to hang this one in my office. Your ass is nice and tight, just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?" To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. "Tim, damn....I love it...take my cock as much as you want". I pushed back on Ed's cock a little more, feeling him slide into me more and more! He was stretching my ass more than I had been before and I loved it. If I thought about it, I knew the dangerous position I was now in, this poz top man was leaking in me, and Ed was not on meds. I couldn't help but let him fuck me more and more. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips to help him get deep in me. "please keep fucking me Ed, don't stop". Ed started really fucking me will full long strokes of his big bare cock. "I love watching my cock slide in and out of you", Ed said. As Ed started sliding in and out of me quicker I thought I could feel him swelling. "Tim I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass". I immediately turned my head over my shoulder, "please don't pull out, I need to feel you cum in me...please". "you want my poz cum baby?", Ed asked I put my head on the pillow in front of me and loudly said, "breed me with your poz load, I want it so bad". Ed picked up the pace, "oh yes boy, you are going to get all of my cum in you". His pace started to pick up and soon Ed said, "get ready baby, here comes my poz load" "fuck me full Ed, poz my neg ass". I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed"

i'm not sure where your hostility comes from. i get that this is different in the "no turning back" way but you literally can't come up w a rational answer for any kinky desire. why get tied up? why get slapped? why get pissed on? most kink is a reaction to trauma imho and if one wonders where my desire to be pozed comes from look no further than the pearl clutching overly hysterical safe sex movement of the late 20th century. having spent my early sexually formative years kept in a constant cycle of fear of it's likelihood, imagine my surprise to find bug chasers actively trying to get infected and failing in the quest. couple this with mainstream society's habit of considering gay and aids interchangeable synonyms and it's no stretch to "are you even a faggot if you're not poz" i don't feel this is on the level of "the gov puts a tracking device in vaccines" fear of being stealth pozed is pretty fucking irrational in and of itself but that's what prep is for. i struggle emotionally with an intense desire that's counter productive, so i don't appreciate being scorned and victim blamed by people in my own community.

I guess it's a matter of preference whether a guy likes to dump in a cummy hole or a 'non-cummy' hole (for lack of a better expression. It is a preference. BUT.. this guy was a little over the top with his demands. You were correct to make sure he understood that YOU, too, have preferences. You were polite. A lot of guys woulda said.. pound salt.

Wow this is exactly what I want when I'm pozzed. I'm very scared but know its going to happen sometime. I want it to happen by a very kind, gentle lover who can cum lots & lots & just keep me filled up . I would like a younger guy there to help & we could nurture each others conversion & see that each is loved whilst being pozzed. I'm just so afraid of being alone to deal with it & the fallout it will create that I've held back & I know deep down its my destiny but I suppose I'm looking for the right people to get it & get thru it & be my lovers after as well as support buds & best friends. I think whilst written a while back its the truest to my own way of wanting to be pozzed & makes total sense why I feel this way now-please carry it on....

Yes, but only by the envious ...... 😁

I have been ashamed to be OUT and HONEST about wanting “risky” sex. Alas I am now being OUT and HONEST…..I love the desire to really be converted to being poz. Keith

About 5 weeks after his get together with Cole and Billy, Mike felt fine, no fuck flu or anything. He thought he’d feel something at this point. He went and got a quick test, and he was still negative. So he thought he’d give Billy a call, see whats up with him. “Hey Billy, its Mike. How’s it going? Anything happening?” “Hey Mike. I’ve been feeling crappy like a week.” “Really?” Mike said excitedly. “Kinda like the flu, night sweats?” “Yeah, basically. Don’t sound so excited. Ugh.” “Why not? I think you’ve converted to poz! Want me to take you for testing?” “Really, you think so? You’ve not been feeling bad? Yeah, could you take me for a test?” “yeah, I’ll come get you. I’ve not felt anything, and still testing negative, darn it.” Mike got to Billy’s and hugged Billy. “Let’s get you tested. If you’re Poz, I can be your first convert!” “I don’t if I can do that to someone, besides I’m basically a bottom.” “Oh, I’ll help you to share. Just wait until you feel that cock of yours inside an ass. So hot, and throbbing around you.” They got to the clinic. After the test a doctor came in to see them. Mike knew immediately that Billy was Poz, because a doctor didn’t come into give him his negative results. It wa ls what Mike thought, Billy had seroconverted and was Poz. Billy was a little scared, but left with Mike. Mike took Billy up to his room. There Mike stripped naked, and was hard and leaking already. “I’m going to strip you Billy. I want the poz cock in me, and cumming in me.” Mike stripped Billy, and took his cock in his mouth, feeling it get hard. He laid back back pulling Billy with him. Mike wrapped his legs around Billy and stuffed a pillow under his lower back to raise his ass to Billy’s level. He reached down and grabbed Billy’s cock and guided it to his. “Come on Billy, I need your cock in me, I want you our poz cum. Don’t be scared. Feel your dick kissing my hole. There you go, its going in. Oh fuck, your cock feels good going in. Come on Billy slow de it in more” All this talking and guidance settled Billy. Feeling the furnace of Mike’s ass surrounding his dick made him that much more horny. Billy couldn’t stop himself, nature took over and he started thrusting inand out of Mike. The two boys were starting to pant and moan their lust. Billy knew he was going to cum soon. “Oh, oh, Mike, I’m getting so close. I really should pull out, so you don’t get my poz load.” “No! Shoot it in me, shove all the way in, and just relax and let go in me. I want your load, need your load,” Billy had started to pull out, but Mike wrapped his legs around back and reached out with his arms and pulled Billy into him. Everytime Billy started to pull back, Mike pulled him in. Mike started to move his ass as well and squeezing Billy’s dick with his internal ass muscles. Billy couldn’t take, and his manly instincts hit and he shoved himself in as deep as he could go, and shot his 7 day load into Mike. “That’s it, cum in me. I can feel you cumming, its so hot. Fucking give that poz load to me.” Mike and Billy traded fucks for a couple of hours. Billy injected three loads into Mike that day.

He told me had wired cameras in my room and could see me fingering the cum in hole and licking my fingers and that he’d recorded my last couple of hours. He told me to clean the cum off my hole and put on the jock shorts and tshirt that he’d without my noticing stuck inside my door. I did as I was told he told me finger a shard into my hole and take a couple big bong blasts I did. Then he ordered me to drink the Gatorade laced with g t and viagra. I did he told me to put my supplies in the book bag along with my iPads and charger put on some sunglasses and come get in his suv. I did. I was so high and so hard I couldn’t help rubbing my hard leaking 8incher and dying to suck fuck get bred just be a charmed up ball burning faggot slut. I saw Ricky in the suv the back door opened and a young jockstrap only clad stud around my age ordered me to hand him my bag and then take shirt and shorts off and give them to him. I was a bit skeptical it was broad daylight but I did he ordered me to bend over spread my cheeks show the world my slutty Fagg fuck hole then he said 2 fingers in it and said give me the 2 you want in there. He squirted some lube with Tina in it on my fingers and ordered me to sit on curb legs in the air finger blast my burning hole. I did. I was getting car honks cussed at called faggot you name this was a busy street this dump hotel was on and it was Saturday afternoon. The dude said ass to mouth bitch I did then ordered me into the suv before the cops came. As soon as I got in he through Down there were no seats in the back and the windows I thought were black, and he started making out with me. I sucked him and ate some cum from his dripping hole. He told me to close my eyes and give him my arm, he then tied something around it and I felt him fondling my arm. He said ooooh a virgin look at those veins. In my naivety I still had no idea what he was doing and barked hold still big stick don’t move and I felt the poke then the plunger push. He snickered .4 and pulled the tie ohhhhh the heat the cough the burning faggot heat In my crock and fuck hole. He said well and started begging for his cock while jerking and fingering myself. He said open your eyes. I did to a video cam and him shoving a shard in hole and telling me this live to world now beg for what you want. I sat up and sternly said I want white cock in my mouth and in my ass back and for I am ass to mouth slut begging for to be used by white men. How does it feel to know we sent a link to this to everybody in phone contact list mom dad girlfriend preacher freinds everybody. I pulled my fingers out of my hole and licked them and said ass to mouth cum slut he said that a boy. Now get over here and bounce on my faggot dick slut. It was about 10 inches a leaking like hell I dropped my primed hole straight down on that beautiful pink veiny monster and buried to hilt in my fuck hole. I bounced on that amazing specimen of white pink penis with fury of motor cross star super star Jeremy McGrath riding his 250 dirt bike for a championship race win. I hoped off all at once sucked that glistening rod of gayness covered in precum Tina laced lube and cum from my slut hole and my own natural fag hole lube. I gagged on it hard and he shoved my head down harder I couldn’t suck it fast enough or hard enough it tasted like pure unadulterated faggot sex and I loved it. He put my phone to my ear and I could here my now exgirlfriend cussing me a calling me names I looked at the phone it was a video call and gagged harder on this strangers fucking awesome cock she hung up. The dude I was blowing said now boy you are ours you stay just like this till we tire of you and sell you off, now pull those legs up over that head so I can breed you and fill you full of what I want you to beg for. I scream cum cum in my fucking hole I need your cum. He slammed it home and pounded me senseless as I hit some poppers. I started spontaneously cumming all over my chest and face and he was scooping it up feeding it to me and himself then spitting in my mouth as pounded me harder harder till he squealed releasing shot after shot of what I burned for man cum deep into my hole he leaned down and we made out, he said I want to hear you beg to suck the cock that just filled your hole full of cum clean. I begged and pleaded whimpering for him to let me please suck it clean and man did I. Wow he said your amazing I was scooping his spoofed out of my hole and eating it mmm Mmm M Mmm I told me to rim him And he sat on my face while blowing me. He hopped up and impaled himself on my slick rod like Ty Murray would a raging bull in the PBR RODEO CHAMPIONSHIPS. HE hopped off and sucked me some then laid on his back begging to get bred. I obliged him and fucked him full of cum. He sucked me clean and switched into 69 analingus feltching frenzy for forever. When finally Ricky said clothes on faggots we are here. To be continued

So on Thanksgiving I had said goodbye to my son Kyle and his boyfriend Mario. Mario had whispered into my ear that’s a load he dropped in my ass first thing this morning could be toxic. The plan was for them to come back at Christmas break and that time hopefully Kyle woul be knocked up and then the two of them could make sure that I got the Christmas gift I wanted. I went back inside and stretched out on my bed again. Just remembering Mario fucking ass and driving a huge load up into me was enough to make me get hard again. I could see Mario in my mind. His smooth perfect skin, his beautiful nickel sized nips, and the biohazard tat on his pec. That gorgeous cock with its dark brown hood made my mouth water all over again. Shorts off I reached down and fingered my wet hole. Was slick with Mario’s seed. I put two fingers up in myself and started rubbing his cum into my ass walls. I moaned as my hole stretched out to accommodate another finger. I just kept working that, sloppy whore with three fingers. Then I slipped in another. I was jamming in my four fingers hard and deep. My cock was getting harder by the second I’m dripping pre-come. I could just imagineMario’s cock still in me. Slipping out almost all the way and slamming back up into me. I could feel his hands on my hips and his lips sucking the sides of my neck. Without even thinking about it I shove my hand even deeper into my hole. No matter how deep my hand went I still felt Mario’s, inside of me. I moaned out loud and brought my legs up. As soon as my legs were up my whole hand slipped up into my ass. In my mind Mario was coming into meAgain and again and again. Pulse after pulse of toxic seed firing into my unprotected hole. I twisted my hand inside my ass and said out loud,” fuck you give me aids. Fucking give me aids. Fill me with that toxic dna. I fucking want aids babies turning my body into its host.” my cock started spasming and come shot out of it hitting me in the face and covering my chest with his sweet stickiness. And moaned and arched my back and as I did so my hand slipped out of my ass. I instinctively dragged that hand through all the cum on my chest and began to lick it off. The taste of my own semen was perfect. I slowly came down off the orgasm. I was getting drowsy and continued to suck and lick on my cummy fingers. I fell asleep again with my fingers in my mouth and then dreamed of fucking my son Kyle again. And in my dreams my younger son watched us stroking his own cock. In my dream my younger son said, “I want to be next dad. Please let me be next. I’ll do anything if you and Kyle will fuck me and make me part of your is aids family.” My younger son started coming just as I was coming into Kyle again. Kyle was cumming in the dream. All three of us, me and my two sons, we’re filling my dream time with a river of semen. I was startled out of the dream by my phone ringing.

part 2 2 nights later I was heading back to my hotel to pack and as if by autopilot I walked past the doorway I found him in. He wasnt there and I admit there was a tiny twinge of disappointment. anyway, 3/4 minutes later I was almost at my hotel when I heard a shout from a building across the street. "Hey mate" looking around I saw his cute furry face grinning at me as he grabbed his rucksack and sleeping bag and started to run across the street to where I was standing "hey man, hows it going? Any Spare change?" he asked with a sly grin. i grinned at the reference and implication that my asshole was now "spare change". "Fraid I've no change on me mate" *whispering* "but i have a €20" his grin was huge "great, lets go to your hotel so I can bang you proper" hmmm... the bloke was undeniably sexy but did I really want a homeless guy in my hotel room??? I like a certain standard of comfort and my hotel was one of the classier places in manchester. He saw my hesitation but interpreted it differently. his face turned a little mean and he kinda sneered at me "or maybe a skanky cumdump llike you prefers it up a dark alley among the rest of the trash??" FUCCKKKK my cock sprung up rock solid hearing him say that. I hung my head and nodded "yes sir, you'e right", "ok slut if thats what you want" he grabbed my arm and directed me back across the street. we walked for a few minutes, him chatting away excitedly like we were mates except people were walkign past and he was talking about the fucking i was about to get "damm your hole felt so nice the last time I bent you over. Not many sluts can handle my cock up their arse but you took it mate, damm every thick inch right up your shitter like a pro. i am gonna fuck you so hard this time but thats ok cos you like it like that dontcha mate?" i nodded, but he wasnt letting me off with a one-sided conversation."sorry man, couldnt hear you with all the traffic, you want my big unwashed cock back up your skanky asshole?????", "Yes Sir" my face was scarlet "how hard do you want me to give it to you mate?", "Hard Sir" "how Hard???", "very hard Sir" "I'v an old condom in my backpack, saving it for a special occasion but im not wasting it on the likes of you - youre gonna take my big bare cock AGAIN arent you?" this humiliating conversation was having a powerful impact on him and I could see his trackies bulging obscenely fortunately he then turned into a dark alley wewalked right to the far end where it was dark "i dont wanna hang around when im done with ya so Money now!" i handed him a €20 "drop yer drawers and bend over" i pulled down my jeans and boxers to my knees and bent over. iimmediately felt his nob against my arsehole. "Wait, I need lube!", "you want it wet you better suck it - otherwise its going up ya one way or another - I got my money" oh shit, what a dilema. either take his massive cock dry or suck his unwashed homeless cock. the choice was easy - I knew I wouldnt walk for a week if he tried to get that up me dry. i turned and knelt in the dirt and started sucking. it wasnt so bad. just some stale piss, he obviously had showered at the local hostel within the last 24hours - maybe just after he butt-fucked me the last time. I sucked and tried to generate as much spit as possible. all too soon he told me to bend over again i braced myself against the wall and pushed out my arse. he didnt waste time just lined his nob up against my hole and pushed it in. Again his dirty hand covered my mouth til I calmed down from his sudden entry then he fucked me no I mean he FUCKED me long deep agressive thrusts as he pounded me he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear "wish you had let me mount you dry - always wanted to try that" his thrusts were getting faster "I'd have shot almost immediately if you had let me but now this might take a while" "what else is a dirty slut like you willing to do to feel this big cock breed you?" I didnt reply *a sharp deep thrust* "tell me slut" "What do you want Sir?", "can I piss on you?", "Yes Sir" "lick my balls?, "yes Sir" "lick my ass?", Yes sir, please anythign sir just cum in me, I cant take any more" the conversation pushed him over the edge and once again I heard those weird animal growling noises coming from him as his sperm whitewashed my guts once again I had to clean his cock from my ass before he grabbed his stuff and walked away. I called out to him "wanna go back to my hotel?" he turned and once again I saw his cute little furry face break into a mssive grin. "you got more cash in that wallet?", "sure" "then clean yourself up and lead the way slut"

Part 18 Ryan was jackhammering my hole powerfully and relentlessly, burying his fat hard meat over and over in my guts as deep as he could. His thrusts were so forceful I could barely hold on to my dick to jack it. But that didn't matter. What DID matter was the unimaginable pleasure this young hairy man was making my sore but greedy ass feel each and every time his cock bottomed out in my fuckhole. I don't know how long he had been fucking me like this or how long he'd been fucking me at all. When he first slid his cock into me he had gone slow and easy, allowing us both to enjoy the initial connecting of our bodies. We had made out passionately like two teenagers in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. His muscled hard hairy body had felt so good grinding against my own sweaty hairy body. He kept the dirty sex talk going too to heighten our arousal. “Aw damn, Daddy Justin,” he'd moaned after the first few slow steady strokes. “I can feel all that cum inside your ass lubing up and coating my raw dick. All that cum Drew and then Kevin dumped in you. I'm fucking it deeper into your ass. You like me using their cum to fuck you don't you?” “Oh fuck yes!” I'd answered him. “Fuck their cum deep in me! And make room for your cum man! I want you to add yours to theirs,” I almost pleaded. “You'll get it stud. I promise. I've been wanting to breed you since Kevin and I first met you in the park. Just like I fucked Kevin not long before that. Remember eating my cum out of his ass?” “Hell yeah I do! Tasted so good! I want your cum in my ass just like Kevin got it! Cum in my married fucking ass Ryan and breed me!”, I'd shouted. And now it seemed he was getting close to doing exactly that based on how intensely he was fucking me. I was in a mindfog resulting from a combination of lust, sex and Tina. Nothing else seemed to be important besides Ryan's dick in me and my need for his cum. His was the third dick to fuck me today and his would be the third load of cum to flood my hole. And if all three of these hard-dicked fuckers wanted to go for round two I was more than willing. I suddenly became aware that Ryan was once again fucking me in a slower more sensuous rhythm. I wanted him to cum in me but this slower pace was probably meant to extend our fuck. I opened my eyes to see Ryan just finishing up a hit on the pipe Kevin had offered him. They both noticed me watching them and Kevin asked if I wanted some more fuck smoke. A question all of us knew didn't need to be asked. Kevin climbed up on the table then straddled my waist, kneeling on his knees as he leaned forward and slid the pipe stem between my lips then lit the flame. As I started to inhale I felt Ryan's cock continue prodding my insides with the head of his cock, while at the same time Kevin started talking. “That's it, buddy,” he said looking directly in my eyes. “Keep smoking. You like that smoke and how it makes you feel, I know. We all like the way the fuck smoke makes you feel and willing to have fun with us. It makes you a cock and cum slut just like us. You like being that don't you, Justin?” Kevin asked as I blew out a big cloud. “Mmmmm, yeah. I do. I can't believe how much I want it. Everything,” I finished just as Kevin lit the bowl again and told me to take another, bigger hit. As I readily followed his instructions I felt a hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and start stroking it up and down with what felt like lube. The unseen hand worked my cock as I continued drawing in the fuck smoke and Ryan continued feeding my ass his cock. Could it get any better?, I asked myself. I was about to find out. As I exhaled my second hit and started a third one at Kevin's urging I was only hazily aware that Kevin was repositioning himself, lowering himself until I felt his hairy ass crack make contact with my rigid cock. My eyes widened but I kept inhaling more fuck smoke and heard Kevin say, “You know, buddy, you've fucked Drew and Ryan. I think it's time you fuck me too so I can feel your cheating married daddy dick in my ass and feel it cumming in me. Mixing your cum with Ryan's. You want to fuck me too, Justin?” he asked pulling the pipe from my lips at the same time he slid his ass over my cockhead. I blew out the smoke not bothering to hold it in this time. “Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Your hole is so tight and warm. And wet!” I said loud enough for all of us to hear. “It's wet from all the cum I dumped in him earlier, daddy,” Ryan said looking over Kevin's shoulder as Kevin took the remaining inches of my cock inside his hole. “Just like I'm going to make your hole wetter when I add my cum to Drew's and Kevin's. Fuck him, dude. Fuck him and breed him while I fuck and breed you at the same time!” I knew then that, yes, it definitely could get better! (to be continued)

Bathhouse pozzing Alex was excited and nervous. He hadn’t been to a bathhouse in years. And back when he did go occasionally, he was very strict on using condoms. Now, not only did he prefer bareback sex, but he’d started flirting with the idea of becoming poz. He knew there was always a chance you could become poz from unprotected sex, especially anonymous sex, but more and more, the idea of becoming poz had started to excite him. He looked for pozzing stories online and the hard to find video clips of guys begging for poz cum whenever he jacked off. He checked in at the front desk getting a locker and a towel and headed to the locker room. It was a busy Saturday night and the locker room was full of guys either getting undressed to put their towel on and go be sluts or getting dressed to leave after getting their fill of hot anonymous sex. There were all types of guys in there, fit, muscular, stocky, hairy, smooth, young, and old. He loved seeing a lot of their cocks before they wrapped their towels around their waists. He started getting a boner himself, just from being in the room. A muscular, hairy, bearded daddy noticed Alex’s thick 7.5 inch hardon, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a brilliant smile. He had just the right amount of gray in his hair, beard, and chest hair to make him hot as fuck. As he walked past Alex, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Alex took a couple of deep breaths, locked up his locker, put his towel on, and headed out of the locker room. He had to pass through the lounge area where several hot guys were sitting around talking or watching porn on the big TV. He walked by the wet area, taking a glance inside. He saw guys showering and in the hot tub. Some of the guys in the hot tub were making out and one guy sitting on the edge of the tub was getting his big cock sucked. Alex decided he could come back by there in a bit. He started walking around the halls, checking out guys standing by their rooms playing with their cocks through their towels. Occasionally he would pass by a room with a wide open door, the occupant naked on the bunk with his ass towards the door. That was an open invitation for anyone to come in and fuck them. He decided he would have to do that on his next visit, seeing how he was mostly bottom and the idea of random guys coming in to fuck him really turned him on. There was no telling how many of them would be poz. The thought made his cock tent his towel. He saw a crowd standing outside one door at the end of the hall. It was one of the bigger rooms with a bigger bed in it. Alex got where he could see in the room and there was a minor orgy going on. 3 guys were on the bed getting plowed and the room was full of guys waiting their turns. He could tell no one had a condom on and the thought of that kept his cock rock hard. He recognized a friend, Sam, waiting in line. Sam waved Alex in so he waded through the onlookers. Even though Alex was mostly bottom, he did like to fuck occasionally and he had a nice thick cock. Sam was a friend with benefits and he greeted Alex with a hug, a deep kiss, and a squeeze on his hard cock. He took his towel off and they stood at the side, watching the 3 guys getting fucked good and watching the waiting guys keeping their cocks hard for their turns. The energy in the room was very sexual and there was a lot of verbal nastiness going along with the fucking. “Oh yeah, take my big cock!” “Love the sloppy feel of your cunt with all those loads in it.” “Gonna fucking breed you, getting so close.” The one who was about to cum was the one Alex and Sam was standing by, a stocky guy with nice muscles. He started fucking the bottom’s ass harder. He had about 6.5 inches, but he was really thick. You just knew the bottom was feeling that cock, even if it wasn’t his first for the night. “Goddamn yeah, take my fucking gift!” the stocky fucker yelled and slammed his cock home. Hearing that he was trying to poz the bottom made Alex perk up, something Sam noticed. Once the guy finished dumping his toxic load, he pulled out, grabbed his towel, and headed out of the room. Sam looked at Alex and said, “I was next, but looks like you need it worse than I do”. “Are you sure?” Alex asked. “I couldn’t help notice his little announcement about gifting really turned you on. Go ahead and shove your cock in that toxic loaded cunt and enjoy yourself. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you, so we can both get something that makes us happy.” Sam replied. “There is one thing you need to know, though. I recently tested poz. I’m on meds, so it’s up to you. It took Alex 2 seconds to start smiling at Sam, “Fuck me, Sam!” Sam smiled back and nodded. The bottom that Alex approached was on his back, which was fine with him. He did indulge himself in a little fantasy by squatting down and licking the guy’s asshole, tasting the poz load that had just been deposited there. He stuck his tongue in and sucked some of the toxic cum out of the well fucked ass. He savoured the flavor of the fresh poz cum that had been pumped into the used asshole. He swallowed some of it and spit some out in his hand to lube up his thick cock. He lined his thick, slicked up cock with the wide open man pussy and slid all the way in. “Oh GOD yes, please fuck me! Breed me!” the bottom begged. Alex proceeded to do just that. He started a nice steady pace in the used ass. He noticed that the other 2 bottoms also had new partners by now. This was by far one of the hottest scenes he’d ever been involved in. The next thing Alex knew, he felt Sam spread his cheeks and stick his tongue up his asshole. To give him better access, Alex shoved all the way in and ground his cock around, stirring up all the cum that was in there. One load at least was poz, no telling how many others were. He started making little fuck movements, backing his hole onto Sam’s tongue, and then shoving his cock into the used cunt he was working. Next, he felt Sam’s fingers working their way in him. He pushed all the way in and started working the bottom’s eraser sized nipples, giving Sam a chance to get his poz cock inside him. Alex had become a pretty big slut the last few yrs and he liked cocks of all sizes. He loved to get stretched out and he loved a good, deep fuck. Sam had a long, thin cock, perfect for getting deep inside him. He slid his long, toxic cock halfway into Alex and then held still. Alex knew he was leaving him room to fuck himself back onto Sam, and then back into the bottom. And that’s exactly what he did. He got a good rhythm going, fucking into the load of poz cum and then fucking back onto his friend’s poz cock. Alex was in heaven. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up that he knew he wouldn’t last long. He picked up the pace going back in forth, into the ass and onto the cock. “Fuck I’m getting close,” Alex said to both guys. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he told the bottom. “Yes, please fill me up with your cum. I need it!” Sam whispered to Alex that he too was getting close. “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fuck hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna shoot and I want you to shoot too. Fucking cum in me! OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Alex bellowed, shoving all the way in and shooting his cum. Sam pumped a few more times and then he also buried his poz cock to the hilt and spraying Alex’s guts with his poz jizz. Alex had never had such an intense orgasm. Knowing that he had intentionally taken poz cum up his ass took him to new heights of excitement. It also helped him make a decision. He would from now on take all the poz cum he could find with the hopes of one of those toxic loads infecting him.