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The sight of Bill being fucked pushed me over the edge. I felt my control go, my balls tighten and then I orgasmed deep in the old man's backside, filling it with gouts of spunk. When I finished, I pulled back and watched my cock slide out of his dirty arsehole. He levered himself up of the table and wiped his hole with his finger. "Oooh, lovely!" He grinned. "I'm all wet and dripping!" The black guy was fucking Bill in short, hard strokes, his mouth slack and eyes staring as he worked himself to a climax. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and his fat body rippled as he shot his load. I felt fingers greedily feeling for my arsehole as other hands pulled me face down over the table. Bill stood up and stuck a finger up his ravaged arsehole, pulling out a fat gob of spunk with his forefinger. "Let's just lube him up boys!" He laughed, and stuck his finger into me, rubbing the spunk over my hole. There was an old man waiting patiently behind me, his cock grasped in his gnarled fingers. As soon as Bill took his finger away, he slid his cock up me in one delicious thrust. I gasped and hung on, widening my legs and pushing back to feel his cock as deep as possible until his hairy balls were slapping against mine. I was dimly aware of the doorbell and Bill pulled up his shorts to go and answer it. The old man was fucking me hard, spit dripping from his slack lips onto my back. "Oh, hello" I heard Bill say. "He's a bit busy at the moment." Then I heard my mother's voice in reply "Just wanted to check what time he'll be home so I can get dinner on." "He's just in the yard, "said Bill " Ask him yourself" The door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my mother standing there. The was a gasp from the crowd as she saw me being buggered. "Oh!" She said, then grinned. "I might have known! Dirty little sod." The old man was close, looking at her anxiously but continuing to fuck. "Don't mind me, mate" She said " Shoot up him if you want." The old man gasped. "Cumming!" he croaked and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spunked in me. He staggered back, and his cock dripped as it slid out of me. "Lovely!" She said. "Right, I'm off. I can see you're busy, Timmy so I'll put dinner back until 8ish" She pointed at a very old, wizened man with no hair and sagging belly but a nice big cock standing up between his thighs. "Fill yer boots then, Pop. You look like you need it!" The man grinned, got behind me and slid up me with a sigh of pleasure. She laughed. "See you then Bill" and the door closed behind her as the group clustered around me...

I'm gonna have to disagree with you here big time. Now that we can actually speak about sex work unvarnished in this forum I'm going to say I am all for it! And no only because I have been a part of that world, or even that I was born into it. Man (Woman) comes into this world with nothing he truly owns but his body. If for what ever reason, (not every sex worker is a victim) (S)He decides to use what (s)he's got, to get what (s)he wants / needs, that is no one else's business. It never ceases to amaze me how people are perfe tky fine with paying everyone else to get a piece of you. what do I mean by that? the venue is paid. be it a movie, show, restaurant, night club- your meeting place gets paid. you pay for gyms and clothes and perfumes or colognes and sometimes surgery to make yourself attractive so that someone may want to have sex with you. you pay for food, you pay for drinks you might pay for drugs. All these other people get something so that you have a chance to drain your balls. But you draw the line at paying the person who you intend to dump your load into. and it doesn't matter if its a lifetime commitment or a 3 minute quickie. at the end, the one DOING the work should receive something other than Jim dripping out of their various holes and an STD Panel. Most people pay Sex Workers to go away afterwards anyway, because post nut clarity bring back whatever religeous or Societal dogma you've been raised with making one wanna distance one's self from the "filthy things" they've done... for example... youpick up some trade you get you dick sucked, your cum swallowed. you feel better because your wife (girlfriend, boyfriend etc) would never do that for you, or your church said you sinbed because that wasn't ti create new life. shame fills your thoughts and you want that person farcaway so you can lie to yourself that it never happened. But not everyone likes being used and thrown away. compensating them negates some of the damage you've caused. but you're not okay paying for that. yeah... That to me is disgusting. I would also like to add that some people are not able to charm, con, seduce, or use any other means to get into someone else's pants. yet, human contact - carnal contact is a basic human need as we are social creatures. I see no difference between Fucking/ being fucked, a sex worker or spending arguably more to lay on a couch and talk to some doctor about how you hated your parents growing up.

Yesterday I went to Sunderland to meet a friend of the man I've been meeting. We actually met him in a little boat on the river. They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore. I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn't that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn't a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don't think the few people who were around saw anything. I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish, because I am such a slut. Interesting wind down chat afterwards as they were very interested in me sucking when I was younger. This got me talking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn't as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My "daddy" was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories. It's not how I would have imagined it! Anyway that's my cock fix for now, but I'm hoping for more of daddys load on Sunday. I'm over 50 and feel 15. It's incredible!

Part 4. A few summers ago, my husband Max and our friends Donald and John were spending a warm summer day at the beach. Donald and John are also a couple. It was hot and it wasn't all because of the warm sunshine. All the hot men around me in speedos and their big bulges. I've never understood swimming shorts. Why do men wear them? Fortunately, most of the men on the beach wore speedos. The circling of the bulges made me hot though. It was a nice day, but watching the bulges made me incredibly horny. At some point I told Max and the guys that I had to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one else wanted to go along. Of course, I didn't head to the restaurant, which also had a toilet, but instead to the bushes behind the beach. I had read online that the bushes had become a well-known cruising spot for gay men. Soon I found three men in speedos in the bushes, who were jerking off in a circle. I crept up to them and they nodded in agreement. I took out my own cock and a 50-year-old man grabbed it and started jerking. The men's hard cocks looked lovely, so I knelt down in front of the men and took the nearest cock into my mouth. The cock tasted salty and smelled of sweat. I also tasted two other cocks. But since I was in a hurry to get back to the beach, I decided to be straightforward. I stood up and lowered the speedos to below my buttocks and turned my ass towards the men. Immediately I felt hands on my buttocks and hole. One of the guys said "you greedy slut. Do you have condoms with you"? "No," I replied. "There's no way, I'm not going to stick my bare dick in a hole that offers itself to completely unknown men in the bush," said the youngest man, about 30 years old. "Me neither," said another younger man as well. The older one, about 50 years old, said that he is not interested in rubbers. "Raw feels much better and it's always a pleasure to seed young greedy cumdumps". The older man pressed his bare cock in my ass and the younger ones took turns in my mouth. All three of them fucked me like a bitch, which was good because I should be hurrying to the beach next to my husband. One of the young men shot in my mouth and I swallowed all the sperm. The 50-year-old also sped up and whispered "take my sperm". One of the younger guys jerked furiously and started spraying his sperm into my mouth, face and hair. I'm sure I looked like a really horny slut in the bushes. The men stuffed their used cocks back into their speedos and set off on their journeys. I too began to rush back to the beach. I put on my speedo and on the way I tried to clean my face and hair from the sperm. I wiped my face with my hand and licked it clean. I really hoped I could clean up all the sperm spills. When I arrived on the beach with our towels, Max was already worried about where I had gone. I told him that I had bumped into my co-worker Karen on the way, with whom I had been talking, and that's why I was late on the way. When I had settled on my towel between Max and Donald, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my own speedos. The head of my cock had been wet with precum when I had pulled the speedos on. I quickly turned over to lie on my stomach so the wet patch wouldn't show. At the same time, I was hoping I could keep my hole tight so the older man's sperm wouldn't leak out and wet the back of my speedos. After I had laid on my stomach on the towel for a while, I felt Donald's fingers in my hair. Donald took something from my hair between his fingers and then put his fingers in his own mouth. I looked at Donald in shock. It had to be sperm, I was caught. But Donald looked straight into my eyes and winked at me.

Am away in Bangkok and took 4 loads from Grindr hook ups - no mention of status but none attempted to use a condom. I then paid a very cute 20 MB ago fucked me and I blasted 2 loads inside of him - hope he was neg!

We all have different tastes, kinks, fetishes. But in my book, this is one of the best stories posted on BZ.

Part 3. I had made an appointment with a massage therapist when the muscles in the upper back behind the shoulder blades were completely stuck. I was received by Chris, about 20 years old, a young and muscular massage therapist. Chris was dressed in white loose clothes. Chris directed me to his room and said I could undress behind the screen. I left only my white briefs on and stepped behind the screen in front of Chris. Chris went to stand behind me and asked me to do different stretches so he could see how my back was bending and where my muscles were stiff. I was doing stretches and Chris ran his hands on my back right up to my buttocks. After the initial check-up, Chris asked me to get on the massage table and lie on my stomach. Chris covered my upper body and buttocks with a towel and started massaging my legs. Chris's hands felt really good on my skin. After the legs, Chris massaged the muscles in my arms. Every now and then I felt Chris's crotch hit my palm. After the hands, Chris massaged the shoulders and proceeded from there downwards. Finally, Chris lowered my briefs over my buttocks so he could freely massage my glutes as well. Chris' fingers, slick with massage oil, slid several times around my hole and next to my balls. It felt unbelievably hot. Chris then told me to turn onto my back. This came too suddenly, and I had to turn around to reveal that my cock was standing in full swing in my briefs. Chris said it's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all men say that massage causes stiffness in the cock. It's perfectly normal for a stiff cock to ooze precum during a massage, said Chris, pointing to a wet patch on my briefs. Chris continued the massage as if nothing had happened. While massaging my thighs, Chris' fingers hit my balls countless times. Somehow it seemed that the hits were no longer as random and careful as before. Finally, the massage was coming to an end. Chris said he could give me a complete final relaxation if I wanted. I said that would be really nice. "Nice, are you more of a top or a bottom," asked Chris. The conversation had taken on a completely sexual tone, which confused me, but I still told Chris that I was a bottom. "Hot," replied Chris, climbing onto the massage table between my legs. Chris took off my briefs and lowered his own pants so that Chris' hard cock was exposed. Chris lifted my legs to his shoulders and started rubbing his cock with his oiled hand. Chris placed his raw cock at the entrance of my hole. Slowly, Chris pushed into me with his entire cock. Chris kept looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to relax completely. I did so and let Chris fuck me at his own pace. Chris slowly picked up the pace. The massage table creaked to the rhythm of the fucking. I pinched Chris's nipples with my fingers and panted again and again just breed me. Finally, Chris's body stiffened and I felt him inject his sperm into my hole. The whole time Chris had been looking deep into my eyes. Chris' final relaxation was really intense and functional. My back pain was left on Chris's massage table and I had filled my unprotected cheating hole with the young bull's sperm.

Rentman dutifully complies, dialing the number for Dave and Derek. I haven’t really thought about what my play is here - I’m half distracted by the fact that rentman has put his dick back in me, slow fucking me while watching a different video of Jack and what appears to be half the starting line up of the Bruins football team. Jack is getting railed, and rentman picks up the pace to match the video, but he stops when a voice comes over the other end of the phone. “What’s up dude?” I can hear the deep bass of his voice, as rentman starts to pull out of me - I clench my ass to keep him in place. Rentman looks at me with a suddenly confused look on his face - I haven’t told him what to say. I mouth the words “tell him why you’re calling” and rentman looks relieved. “So I’m playing with this daddy and we’re watching a video you and derek shot with this kid, looks like a blond twink I fucked last spring when I was out there. “ I can hear Derek or Dave - not sure which one he’s talking too - sort of half snort half chuckle on the phone. “Oh i know exactly what boy you’re talking about. Cute thing named Jack. Insatiable. Whoever taught him how to fuck should get a fuckin nobel prize.” I smile, taking pride in a job well done. “Do you happen to have his number?” I don’t know why rentman is going this route, and I clench my ass again to get his attention. “Tell him who you’re with” I silently mouth to him, while feeding him a shotgun. “Never mind the number, so actually, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m with the guys dad right now.” “Hold up dude what the fuck are you talking about ?” I can hear the defensiveness in Dave’s voice, wondering if this is some kind of setup. It is, but not the kind he thinks it is. I finally pipe up, saying “Hey, is this Dave? Or do you prefer David? My name is Anthony, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. And I wanna thank you for the way you’ve been taking care of my Jack while he’s on the coast. I’m thoroughly relieved to know he has a couple of guys he can count on when I’m 1,000 miles away.” Still suspecting a trap or a setup of some kind, Dave is neutral in his response. “He’s a good kid.” Rentman breaks the tension when he suggests we move the conversation over to facetime. A moment later, I’m staring at two gorgeous Black daddies, Dave and Derek, both of who are clad in their jocks and holding nice, clearly custom made pipes. I notice a needlecap in the foreground, hiding in front of the laptop they’re talking to me on, and it gets my dick so hard thinking about these two guys pointing and pounding the shit of Jack. I take a long rip off the bong to get the conversation flowing. I had rentman position the phone so that my fully visible in the mirror behind us, dick getting harder by the second. Seeing my cock getting harder, and the three or four big rips I take off the pipe, reassures the two daddies and they take a few hits themselves. Dave takes his dick out, Derek starts absentmindedly fingering himself. “So I do have a question to ask… How long has Jack been partying?” Derek answers the question with another question, “How long has he been getting fucked by his daddy?” He asks it to no one in particular, but obviously meant for me. I totally understand their reluctance, this is a weird fucking situation by any objective standard, and being black men in America, there are any number of ways this could end up hurting them whereas there’s almost no scenario where I get in any real trouble, other than being a social pariah in a my part of Texas. “To answer your question, I’ve been fucking him since he turned 18, or roughly five minutes after he turned 18.” “He really gets into the dad son stuff, now I can see why,” Dave seems more open and loose with me, and shows it by answering my original inquiry. “We met your boy a few weeks after he got out to LA. One of his classmates had gotten him high and he found us on BBRT.” That explains it. These guys didn’t give me off the vibe that they were into corrupting anyone. “We invited him over, fucked for a couple of hours, and then broke it down to him, not to do this shit too much, make sure he stays hydrated, eats something decent besides snickers and cheetos,” at that, I can’t help but snort. That’s been his diet forever, even despite the rigors of being a football player in a Texas high school. “We had him sleep it off so he wouldn’t be going into day three, and when he woke up, cocky little fucker that he is, asked if we had anything to eat.” “He’s told me a lot about your cooking.” I’m a tiny bit jealous; I considering myself a gourmet level cook and it’s been ages since Jack raved about anything that came out of my kitchen. Work these issues out the right way man… on your boy’s ass. I think Derek, taking a break from fucking the kid they had over - Jack’s not their only twink - senses what I’m feeling and says “he raves about his daddy’s cooking.” I appreciate him saying that. “Come to think about it, he raves about his daddy’s cock too. I just thought it was all that pervy incest shit guys jerkin off too.” As he says this, an idea that’s been slowly working it’s way through my brain turns into lighting. “How much do you think you could make off filming me fucking my son?” Derek laughs a little. Dave just whistles. I think both these men understand the look of seriousness in my eyes. Only rentman thinks I’m joking. “How would you see this going down?” Dave asks? “Well, I think it starts with Junior and I having a little sesh by ourselves. I’ll give him his first slam. He has just kept to smoking, right?” Both Dave and Derek nod yes, an invitation to continue. “After I point him and put the first of many loads up his cunt, I’d have rentman join the party while I sit back and pretend to get other guys. That’s when you guys show up and take turns dicking him down.” “With you so far,” Derek says, the hard dick in his hand saying the exact same thing. “Last, I’d have this deputy sheriff I know - he’s fucked Jack before - Come in and give him one last load before I come in and finish the job.” Derek shakes his head,” It’s gotta end with a gangbang or an orgy. After you nut in your son” his dick oozes a big drop of precum as it involuntarily jerks at the notion -- all of us come back and we turn the boy out. Maybe fuck his daddy side by side with him.” Derek flashes a wicked grin at me; I know whose dick I’d be taking in that scenario. “How much do you think we could clear. And when could you be in Texas?” “Well, could be in Texas day after tomorrow. Assuming you can provide all the supplies,” at this, I turn to Rentman,who now not only thinks the plan is real, but is seemingly on the verge of cumming the whole time we’re talking about it. I keep watching him edge himself, and I’m amazed he hasn’t cum yet. One more thing for me to take care of tonight, I think to myself though in no way do I consider this a chore. I’m a little sore from the earlier dickdown he gave me, but I’m determined to have him cum in me just like he came in Jack. Rentman nodds, he’s already texting his guy about getting a QP. He also assures me that we’ll have all the points, bongs, dick pills, everything we could possibly need. That leaves one last detail: getting my son’s consent. Dave and Derek, doing their due diligence, ask me one last time if I’m truly serious about this.”You know all the blowback you will get. Run out of your church, probably run out of your county. Might have to move out of state. Your business will suffer. Your names might be in the paper, on TV, on TMZ. You really up for that? Is junior really up for that?” I know I am. I’m tired of the tech life, I have more money than I could possibly know what to do with - besides spend a lot of meth and hookers - and I’ve always wanted to be in front of the camera. But I can’t make that decision for Jack. He has to make it on his own. I got the privilege of bringing him into this world, I got the honor of being the first man to give him the dick he deserves, but I can’t be the man who decides his future. That’s his job. My boy's a man, I think to myself. “That’s what he and I are going to discuss tonight.” Derek and Dave nod, and wordlessly disconnect the facetime feed, no doubt going back to the twink waving his ass in the air begging to get fucked. “Let’s pack up. You down to come back to my house with me?” This time, It’s rentman who lets the the lusty, deviant smile across his face answer for him * * * The drive to my house would ordinarily take a little over an hour. Tonight, tho, it takes nearly four hours because rentman and I stop and play a couple of times. Turns out, he’s always wanted to film a slamming video in a truck stop restroom. Being the good son of Texas that I am, how could I not oblige him? We pull into the truck stop alongside a couple of big rigs. Younger guys driving the trucks, and by the look of em, they know how to fuck. We both eye them lustily, I even lower my sunglasses to make sure they see me ogling them. One of them flashes a grin, the other nods more discreetly as he adjusts his bulge. Definitely seem like our kind of boys. Rentman has me rent a deluxe shower - he has so much cum and crystal dried onto his skin, we’re getting looks from the families we pass on the way into the shower area. I get my key and open up the shower, and it is deluxe. There’s a mini steam room, bamboo cabinets for our clothes, top flight toiletries you usually only find in high end hotels. Truckers like their comforts. Rentman - curiously,I still haven’t asked him his name, nor has he proffered one - slowly peels off his clothes, showering while I put together the sluttiest ensemble I can from the bag he brought. I settle on pink mesh tank top, black levi cut offs that I cut even shorter, a pair of chuck taylors and a gold rimmed smokey sun glasses, the last because I love watching a guy’s pupils dilate when they point. We set up our little stage, and using my phone for lighting (and a portable blacklight he brought with him which turned the hot pink mesh into a neon pink), we’re ready. I click record, and come in close to where he’s prepping his arm. My erection is already jutting, and with one fluid motion, I swipe my shorts off and free my aching cock. Rentman pulls out his rig, sticks it and once again registers quickly. I’m leaking precum like a faucet, my dick involuntarily jerking to the spurts of crimson that fill the barrel of the needle. Rentman lets out the sexiest fuckin cough I’ve ever heard, and strips his clothes off in front of the camera. He eyes my rock hard dick with a desire that borders on pyschosis, and immediately swallows the entire thing. He gags himself on it, refusing to pull off until the rush subsides. When he does open his mouth, my cock is glistening with his saliva, his tears, and probably a little cum - I pointed myself while he was sucking my dick, and I almsot aways nut a little when that happens. The shower is covering a lot of the noise, but I do hear something that perks my ears right up… two nearly identical coughs coming from the next shower over. Brazenly, I open the door and walk right over to the neighbors, knocking politely. I slipped my cowboy boots on,as well as a cheap hat rentman had with him, so the younger, lustier trucker opens the door to see me… Cock hard, ass puckering, a little blood still on my arm, with nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.I wanted to save a horse…” The trucker gets my humor, and opens his door wider. “Then good thing you found yourself a cowboy to ride” is all he says, once again flashing me that million watt smile I saw in the parking lot. In no time, he has me bent over, licking my asshole and putting one, two, three fingers. “Dude. Just fuck me already.” He grunts a little, and mugging for the camera - rentman followed me back into the younger guys shower suite. He’s beating off ashe records, but he’s got his cock nice and slick --looks like he already claimed someone’s nut, maybe the other trucker -- so he’s holding the camera fairly steady, despite the long,caressing strokes he’s giving to his cock. I have to admit,I do love his dick. It’s long and thick - obviously - and veiny without being all about the veins. But what I love the most is that even though he’s uncut, his cock is too big for his foreskin and hishead sticks halfway out. The soft, almost bubblegum like pink of the crown, contrasted with the caramel tan he has over his whole body. I love sucking on his cock, and once we’ve got the slam footage, we quickly forget the cameras, shuck the remainder of our clothes, and go to town on each other’s cocks. I have the middle dick, after rentman.His is abouut an inch longer,mine about a half inch thicker. Younger trucker can’t figure out which one he wants first, so he takes turns licking and sucking the length of our shafts. Precum is freely flowing from my cock, enough to where I feel confident younger trucker is going to be able to take my dick with no lube. I have rentman go to town on his ass --he really has a passion for eating ass, and I nearly cum thinking about what it will be like to watch him hungrily devour my boy’s cunt. And that reminds me… I need to get Jack in the right headspace. So I prop my phone up against one of the bamboo trays, and I begin facetime him. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s answered the phone, and it getting it good and hard from… the Sheriff? Perfect, I think. Although that may be a little complicated by the fact that I’m bringing a quarter pound of product home with me. That’s tonight’s problem, I tell myself. Right now the challenge before me is to get Jack fired up. Clearly, it’s not going to be a big deal. “Hey sport. I’m heading home shortly. I brought a present for you. He’s balls deep in the trucker whose face I’m sitting on. Oh, hey Andy.” I wave to the SHeriff’s deputy, who doesn’t break his rhythm at all thrusting into my boy, blowing me a kiss. “Hey Andy, can you give me a call when you’re back at the station? I got a ticket needs fixin.” Andy nods emphatically. He doesn’t look too fucked up, but I can see Jack has been partaking. I decide to tease the night a little, taking a big rip off a pipe off camera, and blow the smoke into the field of view. Steam? Vapor? Smoke? If Jack notices, I’m sure he’ll play it cool. But he’ll be wondering, especially in his twacked out state. Once more, my boy catches me by surprise. “Nice clouds old man. Maybe I should teach you how to blow a smoke ring on that beautiful cock of yours. Now get home and get that fuckin dick in my ass right now.” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. My son is one cocky motherfucker. And it gets me so fucking hard. In a moment, I figure out that Dave or Derek must have let the cat out of the bag. I’m tempted to call them and find but decide that Jack is my son but not my child. If he can consent to his daddy dicking him down long and hard and over and over, he can sure as fuck consent to what chemicals are going into his body. I suddenly want to get home very, very badly. I want to feel my cock sliding into my boy’s cunt. I want to hear him moaning “thank you daddy”over and over, I want to feel his whole body shudder and cum when I unload in his ass. I want to see the lust in his eyes when he ostentatiously bends over to lick every square millimeter of my cock clean after pouding him senselss. I want to see him with my cum streaking all over his face, and his cum blasting all over the both of us. But after slamming, I don’t feel entirely confident to drive. And I sure as fuck aint gonna sk rentman. Young trucker can see the look of concern on my face and shoots me a silent “you okay?” “I’m too fucked up to drive, I want to keep playing, but I also want to get home and fuck my son.” Young Trucker doesn’t even blanch. “Bro, have I got the solution for you.” 10 minutes later, he’s driving my truck onto his flatbed. Turns out he’s on the return leg of a drop off, and I was so fixated on his smile and his bulge I didn’t even see that he’s not hauling anything. 10 minutes after that, I’m naked in his bunk with rentman, and young trucker. His older buddy was driving the return leg, and let his younger friend in the back have some fun. Turns out young trucker and I are pretty sympatico, judging from the videos he played of him fucking his step son, his nephew, and both his own sons. As I watched the first of many, many cumshots young trucker gave to his eldest son - he loves a good facial - I knew I was making a friend for life. I also knew that when I made it out to Austin I’d be fucking his sons, just like he’s about to fuck mine. * * * The rest of the drive went by in a flash.I nutted twice, and so did rentman. Young trucker bested us all with four loads. “I’ve been pent up cause I aint got my boys around.” A dirtbag after my own heart. My house is set far enough back to where we could simply hop out of the camper rig still naked, still covered in cum. I can hear Jacck in the house - the boy likes to hear porn sounds as loud as possible. I think it’s one of the first videos we made together, me fucking him in the shower. I check the time on my phone; Derek and Dave won’t be in for another couple of hours. Assuming Jack hasn’t been lit all weekend, things should be blasting off right on schedule. I walk in through the garage, and there’s Jack bent over the dinner table, lazily eating a piece of pizza. He’s a brazen bottom, I think as I give his beautiful, carefully sculpted ass a firm smack before bending over and licking his hole, kissing it like it just came back from war. Jack shudders in delight,a soft moan escpaing from his mouth. I give his ass a much harder smack, and this time he yelps. He’s definitely not used to the rough treatment from me. “Get your ass upstairs, we have a few things to talk about.” Jack obeys, wagging his perfect ass up every step, making sure that in my horned up state, I can’t stare at anything else. He’s surely heard the other voices in the garage, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t even acknowledge. My boy is not only beautiful, he’s brilliant, and he’s figured out that I’ve figured out he parties. Even money he’ll be smoking when I get upstairs. And if I had taken that bet, I would have lost. Not that he didn’t have stuff or the implements to smoke it with. “I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry daddy, I know I should have told you I started doing thiis. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes he knows I can’t resist. Yes, I’m being manipulated here, but I’m being manipulated into doing something I’ve lusted after. I’m going to get high on meth with my son, make him suck my cock like he’s done a thousand times before, bend him over, shove my aching prick up his pristine, beautiful, velvety ass, and fuck him until I cum and he begs me for every last drop of my load. And I’m doing it on film, with two of the porn industries brightest talents supervising the lighting, the sound, the angles, even the jockstrap my boy wears and the pair of sunglasses they decide to have me wear. Some cheap ray ban knock offs - I can never resist a good 10 dollar pair of gas station sunglasses. Jack still has no idea they’re here, or at least I think he doesn’t. “Ok boy, we are going to get high. I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You’re going to have my cum dripping out of your hole when the next guys have their turn.” I can see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, but also the slightest bit of concern. “Don’t worry, you know them. Or all but one of them.” I begin casting my phone to the tv in our bedroom, it’s me fucking rentman. I’m in the shower at the truck stop, and from the pace of my thrusting, I’m pretty obviously fucked up. Jack sees it and starts to ask a question, but I cut him off. “Your asshole isn’t going to wash itself. Go clean out. We don’t want any accidents on camera, particularly with the professionals waiting downstairs to fuck you after I’ve had my way with you.” “Yes daddy. But wait to smoke with me when I get out? I want to get high with you tonight.” he says as he saunters into the shower. So here I am, packing the bowl and taking a few rips. I know he asked me to hold off, but I’ve been lit since yesterday afternoon and I need to keep my energy levels up. And I also need to prepare for what’s about to happen. I’m about to get my son fucked up by shooting him up on meth. Then I’m going to fuck him, hard, long, and in as many positions as I can think of, all in front of a camera that will broadcast my - our - depravity to the whole world. In a few days, I won’t be remembered for the tech I’ve developed, the charities I’ve donated to, the young women and men of color I’ve helped launch into an industry that refuses to get any less stale male or pale. No. I’ll be forever remembered as the dad who had the fucking balls to fuck his boy on camera, make a couple of million off the tapes, and retire to a life of debauchery and drugs and dicking down my only son. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find him a nice Russian bride, someone who won’t ask too many questions, and we can take turns fucking her until she’s pregnant. My cock is like a steel beam, and solid mass of granite, as I think about what it would be like watching my boy sink his cock into his son, feeling my grandson lick my dick clean after fucking him nice and gentle. I am so fucking hard. I picture what his cum face will look like, and I actually shoot my load right then and there. Just as Jack opens the bathroom door. “Hi daddy. I’m ready.” He’s one step ahead of me, as per usual. He’s got two syringes and a tourniquet in his hand. I fucking love my son.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Does anyone else love sharing there partner

I feel like there’s a difference and maybe it just comes down to awareness and … enlightenment? It’s hard to describe. It seems so many guys go through the motions and enjoy fucking for the pleasure it brings and the satisfying release. But it’s almost like they’re going through the motions. Now, they are some fucking good motions. But I don’t know about you but anytime I’ve told a guy about how badly I need him to cum inside me and that the reason he’s cumming over is to inseminate me I feel like everything becomes so much more heightened. From the moment he walks into the room, things are just so much more fucking intense. We both know what he’s here for. That by the time he leaves the sperm that’s in those balls will have been pumped into my hole. The foreplay where I’m worshipping his cock with my mouth and he’s rimming my hole just takes on a whole new meaning. I’m not just pleasuring his cock. I’m pleasuring the cock they will be breeding me. The balls that are carrying his incredible man juice. He’s not just rimming me to make me feel good. He’s literally prepping my hole for his load, warming me up to receive him. And the eye contact. When we both know how powerful the act we’re doing is, what’s really going down, as he pumps inside my hole it’s just so wonderful. We don’t even need to speak. We both just understand that there’s nothing more important. This is big. This is breeding. Not quite the same as just fucking for fun if you ask me.

Bored and horny, I put an add online. “Taking anonymous loads”. Guy responds with a photo of a hard 8” cock and say’s that’s the only time you see it. Me and my mate need to nutt. Where and when?” Gave address. 15mins later I buzz him up lift. I’m waiting in the dark bedroom in jocks and on all fours arse up at end of bed, blind folded. I have my butt plug on the side table ready to slide in after they leave. I hear the two of them laugh and a hand slowly massaging my arse as a guy climbs on the bed in front of me. I can smell his crotch as I hear him undo his jeans and I feel a thick cock hit my face. I know the deal and I am sucking him off. No sooner is his cock in my mouth than I hear him groan in pleasure – he is happy with my work. He says to his mate, “How’s your end?” I feel a finger try to penetrate me and it stops, and I hear him say “needs a little lube”. I hear his jeans go down and I am thinking this is gonna be a rough dry fuck. But no. I feel his tongue dive into my hole and the tell tale feeling of a beard as he eats me like I am his dinner, and he hasn’t eaten in days. This goes on for about 2 minutes – not long. And his mouth is gone. In seconds it is replaced with what must be a 9-inch-thick cock and there is no waiting. He drives in me balls deep in one go. He holds it there for a bit to allow me to adjust and accept his cock. “Fuck man, he took me in one go” he says to his mate. The pain quickly subsides, and I am in heaven as he slowly starts to fuck me. His mate is face fucking me and says, “don’t take too long, this guy is good. I don’t know how long I’ll last”. His mate responds, “I’m close. Hold on.” The guy face fucking me pulls out and is bending down in front of me and I can smell cigarette smoke on his breath and then a tongue is down my throat as he kisses me. He also has a beard, and I am rock hard now. As he does his mate almost yells, “here it comes, oh fuck” and he bottoms out and I can feel the cock swell and pulse as he pumps rope after rope of his seed inside me. His mate kisses me and says, “that’s a 3-day load mate”. His mate pulls out and I feel empty suddenly. They switch places and I am presented with a semi hard cock covered in arse juice and seed to clean. “Now for the 5-day load – it’s gonna be big”. He fucks me hard and fast as I clean off his mate’s cock. I can feel drops of his mates cum dripping down my crack as he fucks me. It is quick and in minutes he is growling as he bottoms out and I feel the tell-tale signs of his load painting my insides. He holds in there for almost a minute. It must be the biggest load I have taken yet. He slowly keeps fucking me and he is not going soft. I can hear the wet sloshing as his and his mate’s cum is being mixed up and leaking out as he fucks me. He then flips me over on to my back without pulling out and I am rock hard dripping pre-cum. His mate starts kissing me like a love sick school girl and jacking me off and I just can’t hold back anymore and I shoot what must be the biggest load I have ever shot all over my chest. This makes me clench my arse muscles and send the guy over the edge and I get a 2nd load off him without him even pulling out. He says to his friend, “pass that plug over. Don’t want to waste any of this” and I feel my butt plug inserted. I can hear him panting now and the guy kissing me steps away too. I hear the tell tale sounds of them pulling their pants up and it sounds like they are about to leave, when I feel a tongue suddenly licking up my cum off my chest and then a slow sensual kiss as I taste my own cum. When the cum is all gone the guy kisses me softly and then moves to my ear and whispers “did you like that?” I respond, “fuck yeah”. “Did you like eating that cum”. I respond, “very much”. “Good, cause it’s the last neg load you will ever shoot”. And they are gone. I take the blind fold off and there is two pieces of paper on the bed next to me. Both blood test results with the names removed. Both showing high viral loads and a message at the bottom of one saying “you know how to find us. Let us know when you join the brotherhood”. I wank again and shoot another load all over me. I fall asleep with the butt plug in and don’t remove it until morning. Nothing comes out – I absorbed it all!

Had just finished gymming and I was horny for some gloryhole action. The thrill of the chase, putting my ass against the wall and waiting until I feel the poke of a hard cock, drives me wild. Every time I go in, I always get multiple loads and I wonder how many today will score me. I walk in, go to the back past the wall lurkers and am in my booth with just enough time to take off my shorts when I hear the door close on the other side. Without having to even touch it, in pops this hung white daddy dick ready to fuck and I lube up and in he goes. I start riding it and within two minutes my hole is dripping his seed. As soon as he zips up and is out, the process begins and I ended up with 14 cocks unloading in me during that hour. I think the best fuck was when I walked in and this older and kind of pudgy straight guy saw me walk in. I love that I’ll take all loads as long as the tops cock is hard. He seemed hesitant at first but wanted to load me and was rock hard in the hall. Once I saw his shoes on the other side, after I had him buried inside my ass for a couple minutes I hit the buddy booth and let him watch through the now frosted glass as his cock slid in my hole, leaking loads all over his dick. He loved it and gave me one of the biggest loads. Can’t wait to take some anon cum again today.

Got a surprise DP'd by 2 college guys last night. I was a a college bar last night with friends to hook up with some college girls. Was talking to this girl for some time and her gay friend was with her. He was tall and slim and good looking. She met her female friend and said ill be right back and left me alone with her gay friend. He was a good talker and we got talk about all kinds of things then got into sex talk and asked if I was ever with a guy and told him I was bi. He asked if I play with guys much I said mostly lately guys. He said his boyfriend is here and we are leaving to a private party and asked if i wanted to go. I saw i had no hope with his female friend so agreed to go. I told my friends im leaving to go home and as i passed by the gay guy i said meet you outside. He said his bf is coming now. I waited outside and the two came out. His bf was a muscle guy both about 25. So i followed then to a house 30 minutes away. Got there and there were a few other guys there. Some my age and other in their 20s. So the two guys i came with brought me to a bedroom. One grabbed a bottle of vodka and orange juice as we went in. We sat in the room smoking and drinking alot and talking about things. Then the sex talk started and told me what they do to each other asked if i ever bottomed. I said mostly I like to be a bottom. Then one of them locked the door and put on gay porn. I drank more and watched with them. The three of us laid back watching gangbang porn and both started to rub my leggs. Then unzipped my paints and pulled them off. Rubbing my cock and leggs i was getting hot. Haven't been with this young in a while but going for it. They stripped and wow nice smooth bodys. We started to makeout and i started to suck. As i was bent over sucking i felt my hole played with. I said i wasn't planning this i need to cleen. They both said the shower as a toy on it. They said go to ready we were set already. So i showered and used the attachment to deep clean. I got out and saw them laying on the bed with dildos in each other. I said thats hot and got on the bed and in notime had a larger dido pushed in me with a ton of lube. He pushed and pulled the didlo for some time. Hurt in the beginning but i got loose as i was sucking an cock. The one i was sucking slid more under me and the dido got pulled out slowly and felt him grab his friends cock and line it up to my hole. I sat up and felt lube alot of lube rubbed on my hole and his cock and sat on his cock playing with his nipples. He thrusted as i felt his cock was in deep. He friend watched for a little then pushed on my back for me to lay on his friend. I felt more lube and all of a sudden felt another cock try to slide in. It hurt a little and was like a pole it was so hard and felt my ass give and he slid it and felt so good as it went in deep with the other cock. They both started to thrust and i buried my face in the pillow. Thank god they weren't big. They fucked me like bunny rabbits. Then one blew his load and a few more strokes the other blew a load. They pulled out and i was laying with them and rubbed the one guys smooth ass. It got me hot so i rolled over and pulled his ass up and rimmed the hell out of it i got son hot after me getting DP'd and that nice smooth firm ass I shoved my hard cock in him and fucked him hard for a while and blew a hugh load in him as his friend sucked my cum out of it. We laid on the bed for a while watching more porn.

Chapter 11: Three Strokes When Marc got home from his session with the nerd, I told him I had set up a three way stroke session with him and the nerd. Marc said he knew, and had some ideas for it, and perhaps a future session. I asked him what they were. He suggested that I bring a hood for the nerd to wear and he would never show his face, and even though we saw the thick creamy load on his stomach, he said there was even more on his face. What a great idea I thought. I asked him what other ideas, and he said i should suggest that I suck the nerds cock, and then perhaps the nerd suck our cocks. I was concerned the nerd would say no, but he said he was driven by all of the tokens he earned for the private show. He said the nerd stated that his regular viewers were declining, and just watching him stroke without wanting private shows. Marc said it was a lot easier to get a finger up the nerds ass than he expected, and he Ioved it! He said perhaps then we could convince him to use toys on himself, and in time maybe even get our toxic cocks and seed in him! I agreed saying it would take time, but worth the wait! Our three way jerk session was set for tomorrow. Marc would already be there when I arrived and act just as surprised as the nerd when I arrived! There was no way we wanted to blow our cover as a couple. The nerd was thrilled when he saw me, and Marc acted just as suprised and excited as the nerd. Marc started telling me that both he and the nerd were just starting to explore their sexuality and he recalled I said I was gay in the first day introductions. The nerd chimed in and admitted that he was hoping that we could connect, and that he was afraid to make the first move by asking. Marc said he felt the same way, and how cool it was that we all met this way. I of course said I'd be more than happy to teach them a few things about being gay. The nerd asked what. I said he seemed to like things up his ass, and that I had a variety of toys I could bring and use on him. The nerd seemed to love that idea! I then said I had one more idea I'd love to try today, and then grabbed the leather hood from my bag. The nerd looked suprised but he was wondering how he could show his face, without really showing it. I said judging by that load on your stomach, I bet your face was covered in cum. The nerd said yes, and even the headboard was! The nerd asked what else. I said I had an idea, but I'd save it for our session. I suggested we could let the audience vote with tokens, perhaps grabbing a few from those who didn't want to donate for a semi private show. The nerd was gleeful in saying they made over $300 in tokens on the private show alone and he'd love to make $600 so we could split it three ways, earning $200 each rather than the $150 they each earned the other day. Of course I didn't say so, but yea the money was a nice bonus, but my ultimate goal was for Marc to create his very first son with the nerd! With that, we started our "pre production " meeting. We positioned ourselves on the bed, with me in the middle. The nerd asked if he could see my cock, and I told him he'd have to wait like the viewers did. I did grab his hand and put it on my cock though letting him get a good feel for it. The nerd asked if he could jerk it off after I finished us off, and I suggested that wr should first see how the tokens were coming in, and if not as good as expected, perhaps add an additional show, or request additional tokens from those already in semi private show. The nerd suggested a combination of both, and I agreed!

Random status update: Enjoyed a slutty summer, taking cocks here and there. Found a 24yo guy who likes to throat fuck me. Last week I was gagging all over his Asian cock before he unloaded in my throat. Then he made me cum on his chest and forced me to lick it all up. Enjoyed it, ngl. He’s kinda sadistic, doesn’t smile. We meet infrequently. Recently have been messaging with a Mexican traveler, 19yo. He’s not old enough to buy beer yet but was definitely old enough to shoot two virile loads into my willing cunt when we met today. Had me squealing and lifting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. Still got some of his semen in my guts right now. Really hoping this turns into a recurring thing with him, he seems interested too 🥰

You say this here, but let’s give this another perspective. Adult talent - for them, sex on camera is their profession. If money isn’t involved, how would that work? OnlyFans, JustForFans, other adult sites - seems there’s a supply and demand equation at work. If someone wants to pay a certain person $15/month to see cock (or tits), is that not a fair exchange? Social Media/Hookup sites - ever see how many people are seeking “gen”? Seems like every 3rd person on many sites. I’m not buying, but if someone else is, should that be a private decision for both of them (despite the laws about solicitation)? I’m not personally that transactional, but if two other consenting adults are, shouldn’t that be their decision?

I'm guessing that either: he has anxiety issues (anxiety is incurable); or he felt that the line between his professional and personal lives was about to blur too much; or he had moved out of home, then lost his job and had to move back home (and his parents imposed conditions on him); or he's not as mature as you thought he was; or his employer is a homophobe Not your fault that he "nuked" that part of his personal life. Note: I'd gladly let you fuck me bare and while partaking in other fun that we can only speak about on a different forum.

Part 2 This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC. Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven’t looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I’m still locked. I’m just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released. What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?! All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle. That’s when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I’m not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It’s messing with my mind and it’s only been 2 days. So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare. Me: So I need my key. It’s got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don’t have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please………. I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of “Still Caged?” It’s like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver. Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words “please him”. So I typed out simply “yes”. I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That’s when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole. That’s when I got my first message……. HungKink: ass up? Me: can be, I’m caged ok? HungKink: How many loads this far? Me: None today 6 the other night… HungKink: Wya? Be ass up cage out. I don’t have much time so let’s link. I started to hesitate was I going to do this? All I could see was this guy’s shirtless picture. Says he is 5’11” and 160 pounds. But something about the picture showed he was older. But I could tell he worked out. Kept in shape and I knew my hole was hungry but was I going to be this guy? Was I going to allow this man to come use me while locked? HungKink: sent me a picture of him holding the base of his cock with it pointing at the camera with a slight curve down. Big head turning a slight purple from him squeezing the base. The skin pulled tight down the shaft with this large vien doing down one side wrapping up to the top behind the head. with the text saying “Ready Now?” At this point, all hesitation went out the window…..I sent the location and the room number and jumped up to quickly shower. He told me he’d be there in about 20 minutes. I was drying off and pulling my jock back up when his text came in. HungKink: here coming up be ready I jumped on the bed and poured some lube on my hole and quickly fingered into me. I could feel my hole relax faster than I had in the past. Like it was finally getting what it wanted. It was turning into a boycunt. That’s when I heard the door push open. You could hear his steps walking towards me on the bed. Feeling the warmth from his body. But he didn’t touch me. He walked right past me. Towards the window in the hotel room. Pulled the curtains shut and all the light left the room. That’s when I heard him stepping out of his clothes and hearing the belt clinch against itself as he folded up his clothes and sat them on the armchair in the corner. My eyes began to adjust and I turned slightly to look in his direction. I could see the jeans folded and then he took off his shirt reaching up from the collar to pull it straight up and over his head. On his left shoulder blade was a badge of some type with a ribbon crossing the center from each side. That’s when I realized it was a Chicago Fire Department memorial tattoo. With how defined his back was I knew he had to either be on active duty with them or recently retired. Just then my boycunt made its presence known. It relaxed and gapped with a slight pop. He quickly turned to look and our eyes met. He had a salt and pepper haircut cut short around the sides into a fade and just a slight length on the top. He snapped “Look away now”. I ducked my head into the pillow and said sorry. He walked over and I felt that head of his cock touch my crack. It had to be as big as a cutie orange. The heat that came off that cock felt like a branding iron melting into my tunnel. That’s when there is added pressure from him pushing into me. I felt the burn, my hole was open but not enough to accept his massive tool. He leaned forward and grabbed the poppers and tossed them beside my head and demanded me to use them while he added more lube to his cock. Asking if I was ready and I couldn’t find my voice I just shook my head yes. “Take one more inhale.” He started pushing in, with no sign of letting up. I started wincing and a whine and whimpering just a little. But then he leaned over and grabbed my cage. He shook it, pulled it. rolled my balls to the point I was biting my pillow and that was when I realized he was buried to base in me. The slight pain I was receiving helped him reach my deepest ring. He let go of my cock and grabbed both of my arms pulled back my arms and it raised me off the bed. I knew it was going to be rough. Boy was I not ready. The power in his thighs proved he had spent countless hours in the gym over the years and he was making sure I was on the receiving end of that power drive. Once he pulled out completely I could feel the magnitude of his cock. It let the cold air fill me and I then realized I was covered in sweat and hungry for more. “on your back”. I flipped and almost threw myself off the bed I was so ready. He grabbed my legs pushed them back against my chest and put them together with my cage pocking out the back of my legs. Then he resumed his pumping. My balls were getting tickled by his pubic hair. Plus the slight curve up from his cock was hitting on my button. My boycunt was in full drive. It became slicker and open for this Alpha man. He had this motion that bucked in and up driving me absolutely crazy. He showed no sign of letting up and I was building. The feeling deep in my cavity of a boycunt. It was like a wind-up toy that was reaching its limits. My caged cock started leaking to the point it was almost like I was pissing. I was clawing at the bed and getting my head beat into the headboard with all his force. IT WAS HEAVEN!! My boycunt was how I was receiving this pleasure. I needed it. I finally screamed out “MORE, GIVE ME MORE SIR!” That was all it took. He started shaking my caged cock and rolling it around while giving me all of his 8.5 inches. Never showing a sign of fatigue. That’s when it happened my eyes rolled back I lost consciousness and my whole body shook. This orgasm was amazing but was only a 1/10th of what I had last night. But it was needed. I’m still not sure how long I was out but I became aware of what happened when he slapped my face and said “Are you ready for my load?” to which I still didn’t understand how I could respond but barely said the words “please sir”. He bred me deep, long, and pulled out and moved to give me the last two spurts of jizz in my mouth. Telling me to clean it up. I swallowed everything I could swallow. Licked at his cock. Until he started spasiming from sensitivity. He walked away and into my bathroom of the hotel for a couple of minutes while I lay there with the weight of my body melting into the bed. I was spent. If it was possible my balls would have shriven up from emptiness from the amount of cum that came out of me. It shook the bed and matted my hair on my legs. It was a badge of honor to serve that Firefighter. About that time he walked out of the bathroom and right to his clothes. No words were spoken. But as he got his belt on he walked towards the door and said “Your phone was ringing while you passed out”. As the door closed, I reached for my phone and had a missed call from Johnny and two texts from my Italian. To Be continued…….. ****Message from Me**** This has been my first attempt at writing a story for people to read. So far it is exciting. I hope it gives me something to do during my hotel stay. Let me know if you want to hear more or something different.

Part 2. This also happened more than three years ago. Max's former student friend was our guest for the whole weekend. I knew beforehand that Philip was gay and had been quite a fucking machine during his studies. Max had told me about it. Philip came to us because on Friday night we had agreed to go to a music concert with a bigger group of friends. We had standing places on the stadium floor, where we danced and jumped throughout the whole show. At some point during the show, I noticed that Philip had moved to dance behind me and every now and then I felt something hard against my buttocks. As if Philip had purposely poked me with his hard cock. But I paid no attention to this and danced as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it was really the case that Philip had his cock hard behind me. After the concert, we went to the bar with the whole group of friends and got ourselves very drunk. Late at night we then went home, although some of the group still stayed to dance. Phillip slept on the couch and we went to sleep in our own bedroom. In the morning I woke up and got up first and started making breakfast for us. Philip was lying on his back on the couch and scrolling through his cell phone. I had a direct view from the kitchen to the couch. Philip was lying on the couch without a blanket and wearing only white briefs. Philip's hand went from time to time improving the bulge, which clearly seemed to cover the hard cock. I began to suspect that Philip was deliberately teasing me. The thought of the previous night and Philip's hard cock also made my own cock stand in my pajama pants. Soon Max also came to the kitchen, so I had to hide my standing cock from him. Philip wore nothing but those white briefs and a sleeveless white shirt to breakfast. It was hard for me to be at breakfast without occasionally glancing at Philip's crotch. During the day we walked around the city and shopped for clothes. We also visited the galleries and had a really nice and fun day. In the evening, Max had promised to grill us, so Philip and I sat on the couch and drank wine while Max prepared the food. Every now and then Max went to the kitchen to get something or to do something else related to cooking. As soon as Max had gone to the yard to install the grill for the first time, Philip asked me if I had noticed that his cock needed some attention. I admitted to him that I had noticed, but I hadn't known if it was on purpose. At the same time, Philip dug his hard cock out of his pants and started jerking it on the couch in front of me. "Yes, it was on purpose," said Philip. "My balls are full and need to be emptied," continued Philip, jerking. "Now you have to decide very quickly where to empty my seed. Your throat or your asshole. It's your decision," continued Philip. Just at the same moment, Max's voices were heard and he was coming to visit the kitchen. Philip slipped his cock into the back of his pants and casually started talking about the day's gallery visit. At the same time I got up and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I considered my options, but at the same time I was already lubricating my anus with lube. When I left the bathroom, I went to pour more wine for Max in the yard. When I went back inside to the couch, Philip had dug out his hard cock again and was jerking it. "Well, very soon these seeds will be on the carpet, so have you decided yet," asked Philip. I nodded to Philip and revealed my ass to him. Immediately I sat on Philip's lap and his hard cock immediately sank balls deep into my ass. "That's what I was hoping for," said Philip. He got up and bent me over the couch. He began to fuck me in the ass with a very fast rhythm. After a few ten thrusts he stopped deep inside me and grunted "take my five day load you cheating slut". Quickly after that he pulled away from me and pulled up his pants. I did the same and we sat on the couch again. It was really hot sitting at dinner with Philip's seed in my hole. Max had no idea what had happened. On Sunday morning, when I came to prepare breakfast, Philip was on the couch already hard. He just winked at me and I was sitting on his hard cock again. Again, Philip quickly injected his sperm into me. I just had time to go back to the kitchen when Max already came there too. The fear of being caught made fucking with Philip even more hot.

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

I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.

I do, I'm 38 and I love it when boys 18-25 pound my hole and breed me. They might not have the best technique, but they are always so horny and full of cum, and they like to experiment. I also love to edge their cocks while I lick their perfect bubble butts 🤤 Some can even be a bit dominant, it's so cute. There aren't that many who are interested of course, and I know I would have more success with older tops, but somehow I'm just really into those skinny youthful bodies and their energy.

What a terrible start to a day. The company calling me out of bed to take a trip in a hurry out of town, just before leaving the house I had an argument with my wife and before getting a block from home, a flat tire. Good way to keep one's mind on anything but what it is supposed to be on. The company was getting more and more demanding and leaving me with less time for my home life, my wife as mad because I was hardly ever at home anymore, and not surprisingly she was increasingly moody and frequently cut off sex for what seemed an eternity, but actually was more like about eight months or so. Of course this left me frantic, but still I wanted nothing to do with the problem. I was even too tired to masturbate - except once in a great while. Frustration and more frustration. Although this trip wasn't all that far from the house, it was still too far to commute home daily. I assumed I would have to spend a week or two of lonely nights in a motel with not a damn thing to do after work except to hit a local bar for a couple of drinks, watch TV, and then go to sleep. Ugh, so boring. Well tire fixed and I was on the road, but it sure isn't getting much lighter out. Looks like it could pour down just at any time. Just another aggravation if it does. Driving in the rain isn't a pass time I enjoy either. It makes it so much harder to see and the drive that much longer. Of course with my luck it started pouring. Rain and buckets, and still got darker yet, which made it hard to even see the road, so I had to slow down quite a bit. Then it happened. There appeared to be a man right in front of me on the road. I swerved to miss him and it looked like he flew into the ditch. I was hitting the brakes and then backed up to look for him. I got out of the car and was relieved to see he was climbing up out of the ditch, so I ran over and offered my hand. He needed my help to climb out the final few feet as the slope was steep and slippery. I looked around and to my horror I saw tire tracks off of the road fast disappearing but there nonetheless. I had driven off of the road and almost hit this man. I was scared as hell that I had nearly hit him, but the guy seemed to be taking it pretty well, saying "That sure was a close call." He appeared to be about my height although perhaps a bit lighter in weight. Naturally he was covered in mud, and I found myself repeatedly apologizing, but he laughed-off the incident, saying "No big deal. There's no harm, just mud." I asked him if he needed a ride somewhere. He told me he sure picked a bad day to hitchhike anywhere and could sure use a lift. Hell, he was more worried about getting a little dirt in my car than the close call he had had. I told him not to worry about it. He stuck his backpack in the rear and climbed in and away we went. I was actually kind of glad to have someone to talk to a little to take away the boredom of the drive. I asked where he was headed and he said wherever I wanted to drop him was fine as he was not heading anywhere in particular, just taking a trip for fun more than anything else. He was up for about anything at all anywhere it took him. We hit it off pretty good and just talked about whatever came up. The weather, politics, sports, just ordinary everyday stuff. Time flew much better and then it was time to stop for lunch. I found a nice little place and told him I had to buy to help pay for not paying attention before and after a little protest he let me and then we were off again. Again, also, it didn't take long, it seemed, and it was getting close to supper and we had arrived at the town I was headed for. I pulled into the motel where I was to stay and asked him to join me for supper again. He said he had already imposed on me for lunch and he still looked terrible to be going into what appeared to be a better type of place. It was then it dawned on me, what I had completely forgotten about; he was still caked with mud, even if it was now dry. I laughed and said "The hell with it. Come up to my room and use the shower. It's the least I can do since I caused you to get dirty. He also laughed, answering "What a nice offer. I'll be happy to take you up on it."

i'm very sensitive about any exchange of remuneration for sex, be it dinner, a place to stay or outright cash. i only want sex with a Guy Who wants me for the connection that happens through the sex. For me, sex is a mutual connection of desire and i lose that connection if i know the guy wouldn't do it without money. But that's just me, it's not a standard i think should be universal. i get that there are guys who get turned on by being paid or paying for it, to me, that is different. i'm not into it, but i'm not opposed to it either. i have nothing against sex work or exchanging money for sex. i think my needs and desires should NEVER be imposed as a standard for others. I've been approached and asked for money in exchange for sex and i simply say, no thanks and wish the person good luck. Theft and extortion, black mail, those are different issues.

keep writing as many parts as you want and you know everyone of us will be here for the wild fucking ride!

Visiting Melbourne 20/9-26/9 anyone want breed / fist this hole

holy fuck me .. mouth watering .. fuckhole spasming .. wishing that was my DAD! F U C K !

I'm still adapting to having a job and trying to be respectable and not having the free time to hook up and fuck. That said, I've jumped on Grindr almost daily to see what new meat is available in Frisco by my job. I'd mentioned the guy I've hooked up with at IKEA and there's also a super hot Latino guy named Carlos who seems to be in my building I've chatted with. He's not on all the time so its hit or miss and today he messages me and asks if I want to hook up and mentions the gym in our building. I had to confess I drew a blank on that as I didn't know there was a gym in our building. It may have been mentioned during orientation but I paid it no mind as I usually go to the gym by my home as its cruisy and I hook up there. I can't imagine this gym would be that hot, but nice to know its an option and it must be good for hookups if hottie boy is suggesting it. I tell him I'm down but have no idea where it is. He tells me to meet him at the ground floor and he'll show me. My heart is pounding as I discretely hop in the elevator down hoping I don't run into anyone from work. I get there and I'm hanging out nervously hoping no coworkers see me hanging out and soon enough Carlos shows up. Carlos's profile indicates he's 25 and his private pictures show a megawatt smile and a big thick uncut cock. His profile makes it clear he wants raw and I'm all to eager to give it to him that way and take it too. In person he's even hotter with a nice beefy build and deep masculine voice. He laughs that I didn't know about the gym and we walk through a large somewhat hidden door and down a hallway I've never seen before. He's asking me questions and I'm answering as we walk and soon enough he's swiping his badge and we're through another large somewhat hidden door and he asks me to swipe my badge and see if it works. Sure enough, it does and so we head into the gym area. There's no one in there and it has a pretty nice array of equipment. About what you'd expect white suburbanite office workers to want and I make that joke to Carlos who laughs at it. As I'm looking around Carlos pulls me in and starts kissing me deeply, pressing me up against the wall. I'm instantly hard as his tongue is deep in my mouth and I can feel his hard cock grinding up against me. "God I wanna fuck" he tells me and I'm not sure if he means fuck me, me fuck him, or both. I tell him I want to fuck bad and he takes my hand and leads me to the card entry for the lockerroom, swiping his badge. We go into the lockerroom and he shows me around, cautious as to whether anyone is in there or not. We're checking everywhere and its clear no one else is in there. Once he's sure he again has me pressed up against the wall and is deep tongue kissing me, grinding his hard cock on me. I'm enjoying the kissing and can feel him pulling my pants down from behind and his fingers entering my ass. My mind is racing thinking a million thoughts like I don't have a cleanup towel or lube. Even as I think that I'm taking my shirt off and undoing his, feeling exposed as anyone could come in at any moment and see us. And the thought of that has me rock hard. Soon are pants are down and he's turned me to face the wall and forcing his cock in me with just spit as lube. I'm not resisting but between pants saying we should move to somewhere less public in case someone comes in. Carlos laughs and agrees, apologizing that he got too into things and didn't think of that. We're quickly grabbing up our clothes and moving into one of the stalls which has full length walls. Once inside he's got me back up against the wall and is forcing his bare dick back inside me. We hadn't even talked about status, relationships, or anything, not that I cared. I wanted him inside me in the worst possible way and right now I'm taking every inch of his big thick uncut cock and begging for it. As hot as he is I'm guessing he gets hit on all the time and is probably regularly bringing guys down to the gym to breed raw. I can barely think as he's pounding me so intensely and I'm frantically begging him to cum in my ass. Before long he is doing deep hard thrusts and pumping his load deep inside me with a satisfied groan, shuddering once he's pumped his last deep inside me, whispering a "god that felt good" in my ear. I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me and was hoping he was down to take me the same. I turned around and he seemed apprehensive but also like he wanted it. It was my turn now to kiss him and pin him up against the wall even though he was a bit taller than me. He was tentative now at kissing but letting me tongue his mouth deeply and grind my hard cock up against him. Its funny how some guys are all cocky and tough when they top but when its time for them to bottom they pussy out. They're all too eager to rawdog you but get scared when you wanna do that to them. He warmed up to me kissing on him and said nothing as I turned him around to face the wall, spitting on his ass and my cock. I loved the sound of his gasp as I entered him raw and hearing him tell me to go slower and be gentle. Yeah...big man. You love breeding guys rough and hard until its your turn, don't you. But I played his game, taking it slow and gentle. He was gonna take my load whether he liked it or not. I loved hearing Carlos moaning even if he wasn't begging for my load or telling me how hot my cock felt. His moans said it all. I know guys like him that say they're all top yet love to get fucked, refuse to admit they love getting fucked. Yeah, most guys gladly let him breed them and never even think about topping him or making him bottom. But I'm the twisted fuck who loves to flip tops and make them bottom. Especially bareback tops like Carlos. I know they secretly want guys to breed them and here's proof. He could easily say no or make me wrap or pull out to cum. And here he is taking me raw and letting me cum inside him, breeding him like the bitch he wants to be. I'm so worked up I blast a huge throbbing load inside him that makes him call out "damn dude" as I cum. I lean in asking if he liked that and he confessed he did and that he needed it. And that's music to my ears. I love hearing studs like him confess to wanting loads. I kept stroking telling him I had more I could put in him. He said nothing and so I went for it, keeping my strokes going saying I was glad he liked it and wanted more. He was softly moaning now as I kept fucking him and I told him I was down to take his load again once I got off. I was already so worked up and decided to sit on the toilet and have him ride my dick so I could see his face as I came inside him. He agreed and soon enough I had the bonus of seeing his face in ecstacy but also see him jerking his cock as he rode me. I loved his enthusiasm as he rode my dick and couldn't restrain myself and found me telling him to beg for my load and he did with an enthusiasm that surprised me. His intense facial expression couldn't lie and clearly he wanted me to cum inside him. He wasn't riding me long before I came inside him yet again, not as intense a load but a nice one indeed. He'd been furiously jerking his cock and I was hoping he'd fuck me but instead he blasted a truly enormous load in my face. I couldn't see much as my eyes were open and now burning with his seed. I desperately tried to figure out what to do and could hear him apologizing, knowing he had made a mess. Carlos was now off my cock and frantically wiping my face with toilet paper trying to clean up his mess as he apologized. I could see soon enough and now was freaking out as I had not towel and no way to shower or really clean up. All I could smell was ass and cum. We both dressed and moved out to the sinks to try and clean up. The mirror told the tale as I was pretty much covered in Carlos's cum...all over my face and hair. I tried washing my hair but still found clumps of jizz everywhere in it. Neither of us had a comb and Carlos was desperately trying to pick out the clumps. It didn't help as all I smelled was jizz. Carlos was still frantically apologizing and I told him it was OK. I'd wanted it and neither of us could have known this would happen. Carlos said he needed to dress and get back to work and again apologized adding he'd had fun and wanted to do it again, sheepishly adding we should bring towels and plan better next time. I jokingly thanked him for adding salt to my wounds and he looked hurt. I said it was cool and we'd definitely do it again. As he left I quickly ran out to my truck hoping no one would see me as I knew I had a cleanup towel and could use it to try and fix things. Once back I hopped in the shower and was relieved to see there was shampoo and soap in there and knew I could wash it out. It took forever to dry off with my small towel but it worked and I dressed and threw the towel in garbage once done. Back at work no one was the wiser that I'd been bred in the gym. I still have Carlos's loads in me as I type this!

i don't think this has a one size fits all answer. To me, one of the worst offenses a person can commit against another is to violate their volition. Public figures who purposely influence legislation or social standards that affect gay people in a negative way? Yeah, i think they have given up any reasonable respect of their privacy as regards gay matters. If they are attacking gays, it borders on ridiculous to me to expect that gay people will not fight back. To me, their attacking gay sexuality is a violation of gay peoples privacy, so it seems to me, outing them is subjecting them to their own standards. By the same token, a public figure who has no record of causing harm to gay people and chooses to keep their sexuality private? i'd consider it morally wrong to violate their privacy. As far as it ever being "acceptable for a gay/bi person to pass as straight?" Lol, i'm a critical care nurse, a stereotypical gay profession for a male, and i have to frequently explain to people that i'm gay. Apparently, i do not come off as gay, can't tell by looking. i'm actually kind of disappointed that i get asked out on dates from women and have never been approached by a guy where i work. Apparently i don't "pass" as gay.

What if the buyer has no other options, he can't meet anyone either online, on an app, or in person. What if he is handicapped or disabled in some way. Don't you think he has the right to make the decision to pay for sex? Then think about the guy who can't pay rent, is going to lose his car to the bank, or has little or no food. If the individual who is in the position to help this guy out financially, why not? Who is being hurt here? Not the guy paying, because he can't find sex on his own and has the financial means to pay for it. The recipient could be one step away from homelessness......so what is wrong with the two of them coming into an agreement to help each other out. Sorry but I disagree with you on this subject.

Triple Ass Up I've been posting and emailing and running "Quick connect" ads on the apps all day for the motel anon cum dump with my friends tonight. I've gotten a lot of responses which is good. My friends have also been doing the same. Hopefully the turnout will be good. My friend just got checked into the room and texted me the room number and I've just sent it out to everyone. I get ready, shower, clean out and lube up my ass and put on my jock underwear and head over to the motel. It's the same one we've used the past couple times. Very cheap and seedy and in a questionable part of town along the interstate. When I get there my friend lets me in and the other bottom guy we had met yesterday is already there. My friend and him go over to the bed and start making out. I join them and start fingering the other bottom guy's ass. He starts going down on my friend and offers his ass up to me. I don't hesitate and slide my already hard cock as deep in as it will go and start humping away. Knowing I've got a high VL and this guy might not have converted yet makes me so turned on it isn't long before I feel my balls start to pull up and that feeling of impending orgasm building. Very soon I'm pumping my poz load into his maybe still neg ass. Hearing me groan out as I cum my friend p pushes him off his dick and then I get out of the way and he mounts up and quickly adds his virile charges load. As I'm watching other guys start showing up so I get on my knees and start getting them hard, going back and forth between dicks and stroking others with my hand as I suck. One of the guys I just got hard quickly takes my friends place and easily slides in one stroke because the other bottom is now well opened up and slick with two loads. Two poz loads. The guy I am sucking now pushes me down and another guy gets behind me and slides his fat dick into my hole. I'm now being pumped from both ends and moaning out with pleasure. When both of them finish I look up and see both my friend and the other bottom guy on the bed ass up taking dick. I climb up and join them and quickly it is three asses up being used as cum receptacles. As we're all being used I hear from near the door "Oh shit! It's the cops". The guys fucking us stop and pull out. Everyone seems worried as there are two Police officers in the doorway. One of them says "What have we here?" "Three piggy little faggots getting bred. We got complaints about the noise and all the traffic in and out of here. We thought it was dopers, but this is much better". The Police officer walks over to us in the bed holding his baton and gives both my friend and I a couple of swift whacks across out buttocks. It isn't hard enough to do any damage but man does it sting! Then he starts probing the other bottom guy with it, noting how much cum is leaking out of his well used ass. "You boys better be on PrEP or you'll be pozzed up taking loads from the likes of these guys. I know for sure a lot of them are poz from when they've been in county." "No sir, I'm not" I answer. He asks me "So are you already poz?". I reply "Yes Sir". "Well, I guess that is what dick loving queers like you deserve." Speaking to the officer still blocking the doorway he says "Well Bob, there's nothing really to see here. You boys just try to keep the noise down so we don't have to come back again. Let's go Bob, we've got more important things to do." With that they left. Surprisingly none of the other guys did, I guess not wanting to follow right out after the Police. With relieved looks on their faces and lust returning I felt myself being re-positioned on the bed and a dick sliding back into me. I didn't even have to look to know my two friends were getting the same treatment as I heard them moan out "Yesssss" and "Hell yeah!". The fuck fest continued for the next couple hours, albeit with guys trying to be more quiet, the room mostly being filled with soft moans and groans and slapping of flesh. After all the guys finished up and were leaving my friend and I again took a second turn with the other bottom guy. By then his hole was so loose I could barely feel my little cock in there so it took me a while to get my nut. My friend being a little bigger must have gotten a bit more friction because it didn't take him as long to blast his second load of the night. We all agreed we need to start doing this every Friday night. Maybe some time we might even get the cops to join in. Weirder things have happened. This is Austin after all.

Do the math guys. If you are in your 30s or 40s, and you have been sexually active since you were a teenager, you are going to come across some kind of STD. Say you hook up twice a week from the time you are 18 t0 45. So that is what 104 evenings multiplied by 27 years - now it's time to get sick to your stomach. You don't think, after doing the math, that you are likely to catch some STD? OF COURSE YOU ARE!! The bottom line is, get to your doctor, or public health clinic. Get treated, remain abstinent, and try and contact as many guys you think you may have infected (or better yet, let the public health clinic do that for you). I find it amazing that guys on this site, who live and breathe sex, are so shocked to find out they have some kind of STD. Come on!

Sorry if I sound harsh, but when I read your posts I find it difficult to see if it’s just a fantasy of yours or if it’s just something you are ashamed you like. if it’s a fantasy try it out or just use it as a fantasy, not every fantasy has to come true. if it’s the other talk to someone that can help you accept yourself better.

Nice profile

Many times I've spent hours in a sling at a sex club, taking one cock after another fucking my hole, so I'll be glad to take those 6 cocks. Yeh !

If you put it in a test tube or something that can seal out the air, "freezer burn" doesn't occur...these tasted, after a couple weeks, not as fresh as new, but close to it!! Thawed them under hot water...swallowed one and used the other as lube during a play session...both were incredible!! The unlabeled one...that was mine!

Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...

When I got home, Grandad was in the kitchen watching my mother prepare dinner. He was sat on a kitchen chair wearing an old, stained bathrobe which was open at the front. He was stroking his cock as she prepared the food at the counter. "Hi Timmy" She said as I came in. "You're a little late." "Yeah, just kicked around with Peter on the way home." Grandad grinned, and continued to stroke his cock which was now rigid against his hairy belly. "Bet you got up to no good," He winked at my mother. " A friend saw you go in the toilet earlier." I blushed and nodded. "Naughty boy." Said Mom casually, " You never know what you might catch." Grandad laughed. "Too late for that! Show us your arse, Timmy. I bet its dripping!" Mom wiped her hands on a towel and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" She said. I undid my belt and pushed my trousers and pants down. They ignored my stiffening cock as grandad pulled me face down over the table. He pulled my cheeks apart and said "Thought so! Look how wet it is!" Mom laughed and slapped my arse. "Bad boy! Guess you'd better atone and do your grandad a favour." She returned to the counter as grandad got to his feet, dropped the robe and got behind me. I grunted as his shaft slid easliy up me through the lube and spunk and he began to thrust happily in and out. "N..nice.." He gasped. "...what time...oof...what time is dinner?" She turned and checked the clock. "About twenty minutes, I guess. Now hurry up 'cos I need to lay the table." "Yes, mam!" He laughed and began to seriously fuck me, working himeslf up to a climax. She came and stood beside us, stroking my hair and tweaking his nipples. "Gonna cum....aaah!" He cried as his cock throbbed and throbbed and spurted in me. Eventually, he stood back and his softening cock plopped out of my hole which dripped onto the floor "Right," my mother said, slapping my bum again. "Get that mess on the floor cleaned up then the pair of you clear off whilst I finish dinner."

I pulled out and watched as he got off Peter, noting the gush of spunk as his cock came out of the plump backside. He dug an old rag from his pocket and wiped his cock, then wiped Peter's hole. "Thanks," He said and picked up his bucket. "I'll be back same time tomorrow. Make sure one of you is here for a fuck." Then he left. We dressed and headed home. Peter was quiet and then he blushed and said "Do..do..do you think I'm pregnant now, Timmy?" I grinned at him. "With all the babies in you today, I think you might be! How do you feel?" We had reached his home. Peter usually went in by the back gate, next to his Dad's shed. "I.. I like it" He mumbled. I noticed his trousers bulging and he looked at me with a pleading expression. I pulled him into the space beside the shed and dropped my trousers and pants. "Can't have you going home like that I said. Stick it in and cum," He needed no second invitation. Quickly he got his small cock out which was stiff as a poker.He got behing me and I felt him stabbing between my buttocks. I reached back and guided him in. He gave a small cry of pleasure and then was humping me like a rabbit. "It's coming out of me!" He gasped. I pushed back and was rewarded with his orgasm, feeling him push and throb, push and throb as he spurted his juicy sperm into me. After a moment he pulled out. "Thanks." He said. "See you tomorrow," I replied. "And you'd better rinse out your pants if you don't want your mum to find the spunk stains," I watched him go and headed home, smiling as I felt the wetness between my cheeks.

Here I go again - - - BF and I had checked into the baths on Friday night - planning to take Monday-Wednesday off for "recuperation." It must have been early Sunday morning (around 4 am) when I was coming back from the showers after cleaning off a layer of Crisco, J-lube and God knows who's bodily fluids. I had slowed down my intake of favors, partly in preparation for going home, and partly because we were running low. I had also taken a half of a Viagra, just to see if I could have any success at getting my dick hard. The warm shower, combined with the effects of T, an earlier X and the V, had given me a warm, tingle - and my shrunken cock was at least starting to show some life. Pete (my BF) was in the downstairs hot tub, cruising a well-hung black guy, so I decided I'd just chill in our room and watch some of the BB dvds we'd brought along with our portable dvd player. I popped in HDK's Dungeon Fuck Party, lit a cigarette and propped myself up on one of the practically flat pillows for some good old JO action. Every once in awhile, a stray body would pass by the door - sometimes looking in, but usually just hurrying by on their way to the parTy in their room. The movie was pretty good, and I started getting into all the hot leather daddies fucking each other in the dim dungeon. Getting into the spirit, I put on my leather armbands and leather vest. And added a leather cock-and-ball stretcher to the chrome donut cockring I was already wearing. Damn! My cock was starting to stiffen on its own! Another cigarette and some lube, and I was strokin' a nice hard cock! The "0" gauge PA glistened in the mirrored wall and ceiling, and I instinctively reached for the glass pipe and torch. "Fuck," I thought, as I sucked the thick white cloud into my lungs. I held the smoke in as long as I could - then slowly released it through my nose. "Hell, yeah!" I whispered to myself. Whatever combination of chemicals were in my body had hit the perfect equilibrium - - - I was high, horny, hard and ready to play! My free hand alternated between my sloppy, gaping hole and my fat, throbbing dick. Just as I was about to zone out into one of those chemfuck fantasies, I saw a body standing in the doorway. (Well, more like weaving back and forth.) I forced myself to focus on the image, and made out what appeared to be a well-built Asian man in his forties. He was clearly spun, and just a little out of control, wearing a red swimmer's jock and a leather armband around his right bicep. Holding onto the door frame to steady himself, he leaned in far enough to see the TV screen. "Fuck, yeah, man!" he managed to get out. "I need to get fucked - - - bad!" I scooted toward the edge of the mattress and stood up. He was a little startled - clearly not having seen me on the bed. "Whoa - - - dude - - - you're hot!" he stared, placing a hand on my chest. "And you're fucked up," I grinned back, reaching out to steady him. His hand slid down my abs 'til he reached my cock - - - which he encircled at the base with his fingers and tugged. "Fuck!" he said, staring down at my meat, as if it and I were not connected. The chems were definitely making him VERY familiar with me - - - and I was enjoying the hell out of the attention! (Nuthin' like a total stranger's hand on your dickmeat!) Beads of sweat ran down his muscled chest, obviously burning up from the amount of meth in his system. "Want some water?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing a plastic water bottle. "Cool - thanks man!" he paused, unscrewing the cap and and downing about half of it. He put the cap back on and tossed it on the bed, refocusing on exploring my body. He fixated on the shiny PA, rolling it back and forth through my piss slit. "You fuck with that?" he said, still mesmerized by my cock. "When I'm hard, I do," I said in a low growl - switching gears into my "top" mindset. "I want it man," he said, finally raising his eyes to mine. "I want your cock in me!" He climbed on the bed doggy-style, and reached back to pull his muscled cheeks apart. In the flickering light from the TV, I could see a partially-open hole that was pulsating in and out. Knowing that "I need to be fucked" mindset myself, I kneeled down behind him, scooped a couple fingers of Crisco/J-lube out of the can on the bed and started working his hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk mannnnnnnnn!!!!!" he moaned, gyrating his ass like a cockwhore. I could tell I didn't need to be gentle with this one, and I turned up the heat with a third finger and a rough, twisting motion to make his ass gape even more! When he got a little too wild on the bed, I used my free hand to deliver a few sharp slaps to his asscheeks. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir! Whatever you want, sir!" he immediately complied. "Fuck yeah, boy!" I responded. "You gonna let me use that fuckin' hole?" I added. "YES SIR!" he barked. I grabbed the squirt bottle of J-lube, and pressed the open tip into his gaping hole, squeezing the bottle to inject a healthy amount of the warm, gelatinous lube. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir!" he replied. As high as he was, he was definitely into 'the scene' and knew the drill well - - - (one thing I like about playing with more mature guys...). I grabbed my Kris Lord dildo and slid it up and down the slimy crack of his ass, getting it good and covered with lube (not to mention the white ring of Crisco behind the flared head from when it had been up my ass earlier!). "Ya want your ass filled, boy?" I asked, more out of warning than negotiation. "Yes, sir! Please, sir!" he begged, assuming a totally submissive position on the black rubber sheet. I positioned the wide head of the dildo against his flared rosebud and began to apply pressure. He grunted, trying to push his ass open, and I continued to push with one hand, while massaging his ass muscle with my free fingers. "Uunnnnghhhhh!" he moaned as the head popped in. I kept the pressure constant, and twisted the rubber cock slightly to get him used to it. He grabbed a stray bottle of poppers rolling around on the bed and inhaled deeply. When he was done, and the cap was screwed on, I added some more pressure (along with a twist) and the thick log started sliding in. "Aawwwwwwwwwwwgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! he moaned in ecstasy, as his hole was filled with the obscenely thick cock. "That's it boy! Take that big fuckin' dick!" I growled, seating the heavy mass of rubber deeply into his ass, grinding the textured balls so he would know it was in all the way. "Oh my fucking God, man!!!" he panted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!" Gobs of lube oozed out of his hole and dripped in long, sticky ropes onto the black rubber sheet. When I was sure that he'd gotten the full effect of the massive cock, I took my hand off the base. Amazingly, it stayed seated firmly in his muscle hole! I scooped a handful of excess lube off the sheets, and began massaging it around the juncture of the dildo and his ass ring. "Mmmmmm," he purred in thanks. Little by little, the pornstar cock eased its way out, showing the tightly stretched sphincter gripping the veiny cock. This guy had excellent muscle control, as he slowly released the big dong. His hole must have been on fire, because the big piece of rubber had the heat of a human cock as it slid out. When it was all the way out, I grabbed the bottle of warm J-lube and squirted a liberal amount back into his gaping hole. "Ohhhh yessss! Thank you, SIR!!!!" he managed to say. I dipped the four fingers of my left hand easily into the warm cave of his ass. "Oohhhhhhh!" he moaned, lowering his upper body and forcing his ass up. My hand rotated easily in the sloppy goo of lube and ass juice and leftover cum. "Like that, pig?" I asked, widening my palm to stretch him out further. "Yessir!" he panted. "Nice fuckhole you got there, pig!" I said. "Thankyousir," he whispered. I reached my right hand underneath him, and pulled his cock out of the red jock pouch. He was wearing a chrome cockring and rubber ballstretcher, giving some bulk to his package - which he clearly needed, as Tina had taken any chance of an erection away! But the distraction worked, because as I encircled his shriveled cock and balls with my thumb and index finger and tugged, I folded the thumb of my left hand in toward my palm and slid my fist in his fuck tunnel! "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!!! he panted like a bitch in childbirth. "That's it, pig. Take my fuckin' fist! Fuckin'tinawhoreyouknowyoubeenwantin'togetfistfuckedallnightlonggetyourfuckin'tweakedholestretchedwidebyabigleatherstud-fuckin'pig,yeah!!!!!!!" I chanted in a neverending stream of twisted, chemmed-up sex talk. "Uh-huh," he whimpered, completely giving his ass over to me. The sight of my hairy forearm planted deep in his hole, and the constant ooze of lube drooling on the rubber sheet, made my cock fill with blood. I scooped some of the jelly-like lube up from the sheet and smeared it on my pulsing dick. The flickering light from the fuck video shown on my glistening tool and made it look even bigger and harder! The Asian's ass was making some nasty sucking sounds, as my fist twisted in and out, widening the gaping hole. "Ya want some cock, pig?" I asked, vibrating my fist in his hole. "YES SIR! PLEASE SIR! I need your cock in me!" he pleaded. Not wanting to risk losing my hard-on, I roughly pulled my closed fist out of his ass, and lined my deathstick up to his open gape. The PA entered easily, so I leaned forward and slammed my cock all the way to the balls in one stroke. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled, pushing his ass back and grinding against my clipped pubes. "Fuck me Daddy! Breed by fuckin' hole!" he begged. I placed my left hand on his waist and my right on his shoulder for leverage, and then began drilling his hole real good! Damn! His hole was burning hot! Part from the abuse of the fisting - - - and part from whatever drugs he was taking. "Ya got a hot fuckhole, boy! Makin' Daddy's cock feel real good, pig!" I praised him. "Uh-huh," he panted, obviously enjoying my fat cock and the "00" gauge PA bangin' his prostate. I fucked the pig for a good 15-20 minutes, enjoying the feel of being inside another man - the power of my cock to deliver pain and pleasure - the seedy nature of breeding a total stranger in cheap plywood cubicle in the middle of dozens of other rooms full of men fucking other men! We were both dripping in sweat from the exertion of fucking and the multiple chems in our veins. "Lookit that, pig," I said, briefly stopping my pounding. He raised his head, and looked into the wall-sized mirror where I was pointing. "Fuckin' hot, man! Two pigs goin' at it. Ya look fuckin' good with my cock in your hole," I rattled. He made movements like one of those cartoon characters, trying to determine if what he was seeing was another person, or his own reflection. "Fuck!" he finally said in realization that he was looking at himself. "That is so fuckin' hot!" he said, flexing his muscles and wiggling his ass as if there was a camera taking our picture. I pulled all the way out, letting him see the size of my cock and the shiny steel ring piercing the cockhead. "Suck it, pig!" I ordered. He quickly changed position and took me down his throat. "Yeah! Taste your fuckin' nasty hole on my cock!" I growled. "Mmmmm-hmmmmmm!" he moaned, wrapping his tongue this way and that around the veiny shaft. "Lookit yourself, pig!" I said, grabbing his head and positioning him so he could see us in the mirror. Fuck, yeah! Lookit that fuckin' cocksucker cleanin' off his Daddy's cock." "Mmm-hmm, mumph, umph, mmmmmmmm! he moaned, drooling a steady stream of saliva onto the rubber sheet. In the bright flicker of light from the TV, I noticed something sticking out of the waistband of his jock. I reached back and pulled out a small baggie - full of T! "Hmmmmmmm!" I said, shaking the baggie in front of his eyes. "What the fuck do we have here?" He stopped sucking - but didn't take his mouth off my cock. "I said - what the fuck is this - - - PIG!" shaking the baggie again. He slowly pulled off my cock, sat back on his heels, and stared at me like a kid who'd been caught smoking. "Looks to me like we got ourselves a fuckin' methpig!" I said slowly and clearly. "That why you're so hungry to get fucked, pig?" I asked. He nodded, passively, looking like he was afraid I was going to turn him in to the cops. "How 'bout we try this shit out an' see if it's any good?" I teased, prying the end of the baggie open. Still silent, he nodded his head in agreement. I pulled out a good-sized shard and held it up so he could see it in the light from the TV. "Show me your ass, pig!" I barked. He laid on his back and pulled his legs up toward his head - nicely exposing his wrecked hole. "You like Tina in your hole, pig? " I asked. "Uh-huh," he nodded eagerly. "Push it out! Show me you fuckin' want it!" I teased again. His dark, wrinkled assring pulsed open and closed like an undersea creature. "So, tell me how much of a crystal meth whore you are, pig?" I asked, holding the shard up on my index finger. (I think he was afraid it was going to fall and get lost in the mess of bodily fluids on the bed, but it was securely stuck to my finger with dried J-lube.) "I'm a fucking crystal pig, SIR!" he answered, hoping it was the right answer. "Yeah?" I countered. "Not very convincing," I added. "Tell me what this shit does to you," I pressed. "Makes me fucking horny, SIR! Makes me wanna get fucked! Makes my ass hungry! Makes me hungry for big cock, SIR!" he rattled on, hoping that one was the right answer. "That's better," I said encouragingly. "And if I slide this rock up your ass, are you gonna be my fuckin' pigslave?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded. "You gonna do whatever I tell you?" I pushed. Uh-huh!" he nodded again. "Uh-huh, WHAT? PIG!" I yelled. "Uh - - - YES SIR!" he caught on. I inserted two fingers from my left hand into his anus and spread them apart to open his hole. Then, carefully, I slid my right index finger with the shard into the puckered, beat-up manhole. I could tell when he felt the burn - his body relaxed as he accepted the much-needed drug into his system. "That's a good boy!" I praised him. "We're gonna keep you so fucked up and so horny and so full o' cock - - -" I pulled my finger out - covered in his ass slime - and shoved it in my mouth - sucking the ass juice and lube and leftover "T" under my tongue! I stood up and removed my leather vest, and replaced it with a heavy leather harness. The pig was sliding around in the pool of lube, trying to find something to shove in his ass. "Stay there, pig!" I ordered. "Lay on your back and spread your hole!" He did as he was told, pulling his asslips apart and pushing out a substantial rosebud. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering out into the cool air of the hallway. There were the usuals, walking by, looking for cock to suck or typical vanilla sex. A youngish couple headed down the hallway in their skimpy, raggedy towels, slung low on their hips. They gave me the once-over, checking out my leathers and exposed cock. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked. "Better, now!" the buffer one grinned, lightly rubbing his hand against my greasy cock. His boyfriend seemed a little annoyed. "Gotta whore in here that needs fucked," I stated, opening the door wide so they could see the pig on the bed. The smaller one peeked in, and immediately backed out, as if he was afraid of being trapped inside. His bigger boyfriend stepped all the way in for a good look. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw him reach under his towel and tug on his cock. "Jesus, Trent - - - come on!" the smaller one whined, grabbing his friend by the arm. Reluctantly, "Trent" backed out of the room and followed his friend down the hallway - the two obviously getting into a little lover's quarrel as they walked away. I could almost bet on seeing Trent a little later... No more action in the hall, so I decided I'd better go on the hunt. "Over here, pig!" I barked. The pig crawled over to the edge of the bed. I dug through the army duffle bag until I found a slave collar and leash. Fastened the collar around the pig's neck and snapped on the leash. "Stand up, pig!" I ordered. He obediently put his feet on the floor and stood at attention with his head down. I grabbed the glass pipe and held the torch under the bowl until the pipe filled with thick, white smoke - then inhaled deeply into my lungs. With my free hand, I pushed the pig's face toward mine, sealed my lips over his and shotgunned the hit into his lungs. Repeated the process twice more - and we were ready to hot the halls! We covered the third floor quickly - no action there. Then headed up a flight of stairs to the rooftop deck. There were a few guys hanging out in the hot tub, but no serious action. I tugged on the leash, and led the pig back down to the third floor. As we were getting ready to go down another flight of stairs, I heard the shower start up. We walked down the hall to the small bathroom with a single shower stall. The curtain was partially drawn, but I wanted to check it out. "Get down on your knees, pig! I need to piss!" I said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the shower. The pig eagerly positioned himself in front of the urinal, knowing that he was going to get more chems in my piss. I spread his mouth open with my right hand and aimed my cock with my left. The sound of the running water encouraged my flow, and soon the pig was gulping down a hefty load of T-laced urine. I looked to my right, and saw that the guy in the shower had pushed back the curtain, and was stroking a beautiful uncut cock! "Need to piss?" I asked. "He's real thirsty."

Hesitantly, Peter got to his knees and the man waddled over to him. The lad eyed the inflamed, wart covered cock and looked at me imploringly. I just shrugged, aware of my own erection straining in my pants and the man grinned. "Turns you on, does it? Your mate sucking my filthy cock?" As he spoke, he grasped Peter's head and slid his cock into his mouth. Peter gagged and resisted, then shuddered and gave in, grasping the man's hairy balls and sucking his cock. "Nice!" Said the man. "Lick the shaft" Peter did as he was told, and I watched his pink tongue caress the shaft and lick over the warts which clustered like tiny grapes. I took out my cock and began to rub it. The man gestured me over and grasped my erection in his grubby fist and began to wank me. "Dirty bastards!" He chuckled, raising Peter up, turning him round and bending him over. He scratched at the sores on his belly, then stuck a finger into Peter's arsehole. Peter winced as the man's slimey finger ploughed into him. "Oh yeah! Got some spunk up there already haven't you boy?" Peter nodded and I watched as the man pressed the head of his cock into Peter's anus. It slid in easily until the rash on his belly was pressed against Peter's plump bottom. The man gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That's smooth! " He began to slide sensuously in and out until Peter was groaning and pushing back to meet the thrusts of the diseased cock in his rectum. I was so excited and the janitor noticed how hard my cock was. "Got some lube?" He asked. I nodded and dug the tube out of my pocket. "Fuck me, then. "He said. "I love it up my arse when I'm fucking." He bent forward over Peter's back and spread his cheeks. His hole was puffy and slack and there was a nasty sore on his anus. I hesitated, but he took my arm and said " Come on...ooof thats good ...stick it in or I'll have to...ahhh.. report you." To be honest, I didn't need much persuasion. The thought of sliding my cock into that diseased hole was almost too much to bear. I squeezed some lube onto my finger and anointed his hole, smearing it inside and out over the large sore at the entrance. I dropped my trousers and pants and got behind him. For a second I hesitated but he reached back, grasped my cock and rubbed the head over his hole and around the sore. With a gasp I pushed forward, watching his hole open around my cock as it slid deliciously up into his backside until I was crouched over him fucking his arse as he buggered Peter beneath him. It didn't last long. I heard him start to grunt like a pig as he thrust harder into the plump bottom beneath him. "Gonna cum!" He gasped. "Take my dirty spunk!" With that he grunted and shuddered beneath me and I knew he was filling Peter with his sperm. I kept thrusting as he finished and sagged over Peter's back. "Cum up me!" He gasped. I didn't need a second invitation. I thrust right up him and spurted gloriously and hard into his rectum. moving my cock in ecstasy deep inside him....

Chapter Two The ref slide out under the the bottom rope as the Executioner stood up. The twink was motionless in the mat. “Breed his hole” the crowd started the chant The Executioner grabbed the twin’s posing trunks off him with one yank. The material shredded and hung between the thick fingers of his hand. He brought the fabric to his nose and sniffed deep, then launched it in the air towards the crowd, as the chant got louder and louder. I looked over at Dan who was huffing the brown bottle. I slowly moved my gaze down his side. His ass was pushed out further as the man behind him slid his cock deep in him then back out. Both of them were watching the ring as if their fucking was automatic. “Your friend has giving in. Why don’t you” the man behind me said. I watched the ring frozen in my spot. The Executioner pulled the waist band of his jock and ripped it off himself. His massive cock jumped out and was growing. It was huge. I watched it grow to at least ten inches and as thick as fuck. His balls were just as huge, hanging low as the swung freely. A massive thud echoed in the room, louder than the chant as the Executioner dropped to his knees. Grabbing the twink’s ankles he spread the legs wide. His hand went high and slapped the white ass check of the twink, making him cry out. “Want you awake for this” growler the Executioner as he slapped the twink’s ass over and over. Fuck they had mic over the ring and it was broadcasting everything to the crowd of men. The Executioner’s hand rubbed the ass, slipping his finger tips into his ass. I watched his hand ride and flip the bird to the crown then the middle finger was rammed into the hole of the twink. A mixture of a scream and moan of pleasure escaped from the twink’s mouth as a huge drop of pre-cum dripped out of the massive cock between the Executioner’s legs. I could feel a cock head slowly moving up and down my crack as I focused on what was happening in the ring. I reached over to Dan’s hand for the brown bottle. Dan pulled me over so our heads were almost touching, then whispered in my ear: “Give in” I inhaled twice in both nostrils and held it in until I felt my lungs burning, and then slowly released. A felt a wet finger push against my hole. “That’s it buddy, open up and let me change your whole world” the man said from behind me. The Executioner had the base of his cock in his hand, squeezing it causing the head to go purple. The cock behind me was now against my hole, holding there. In the ring the Executioner lined up his cock with the twink’s hole. At the same time, the Executioner and the man behind me slammed their cocks into each of the holes. The crowd of men went wild as the Executioner started pumping his massive cock in and out of the moaning twink. His moans echoed the room as well as the smacking of flesh. My hole relaxed, allowing the unknown man to drive deep into me. My eyes were glued on the ring as I bit my lower lip. The Executioner pulled the twink up and hooked his arms under his ass and stood straight up, impaling the twink. He circled the ring as the twink bounced like a rag doll up and down on his cock. Drool was running down his chin mixing with the blood form his nose, running down onto his chest. As he turned, I could see how stretched his hole was around the massive cock. I reached down and freed my cock and balls from my jock’s pouch. The twink was being bounced up and down the length of the cock up his ass, as the Executioner’s balls bounced. “What do you want” growled the Executioner “I want your death” the twink moaned “As if you have a choice” The Executioner moved towards a corner and pinned the twink there. Grabbing his hips as his thrusts became harder and faster. The man behind me grabbed my hips and did the same. I could see the Executioner’s balls swinging as he thrusted his cock in and out of the twink’s hole. The twink’s eyes were rolled up back into his head from the pleasure of the massive cock deep in his hole. The crowd was going wild and started to chant “Breed him” over and over” With the mixture of blood, sweat, drool and some tears, he struggled to hold himself up as the Executioner moved his hands to his own nipples, pinching them and pulling them away from his body. The twink tried to use one hand to hold on and one to play with is small cock, that was bouncing with each thrust. The Executioner slap the twink’s ass and growl: “You are nothing but a loser hole and losers don’t get to play with their cocks” I felt the cock in my own hole thicken and get very hard as it thrusted in and out of my hole. He was pulling his cock out until the head was just inside my hole, then rammed it back in, causing my cock to bounce up against my abs. “Going to coat your insides with my toxic sludge” I kept my eyes on the Executioner as both he and the man tucking me quickened their thrusts. A deep growl could be heard coming from the ring. “He’s gonna infect him soon” Dan said to me “Just like I am going to infect you” the man said from behind me. Dan smiler evilly! The growl got louder and deeper as the Executioner rammed balled deep and then howled lifting his face up to the sky. The twink managed to smile showing his blood covered teeth as he was bred deep by the massive man behind him. Grabbing my hair the man behind me rammed in deep, as his cock jumped inside as his piss slit opened and emptied his balls. The Executioner picked the twink up, still impaled on his cock and carried him out of the ring and out of the room. The man behind me slowly pulled his cock out of my hole as I squeezed tightly around it. As soon as he was out he disappeared in to the crowd. “Welcome to the New World” Dan said I smiled “The deed is done, feel your body absorb the virus”

I had just been diagnosed HIV poz and learned my viral load was excessive. Anyone taking an unprotected load was sure to be converted. I was 51 and had a few younger lads with whom I regularly played, lads who were into Daddies. One of the lads was a a fairly shy somewhat nerdy dark haired slight lad who went by the nickname of 'Tiger'. At least that's the nickname he shared with me. We had been playing games for about a year or so, and had always barebacked. He was good at triggering my buttons and, as a consequence, he always went home with more than one load inserted deep in his guts. I hadn't told him yet about the issue about status as I had gotten the results only a couple of days before our next session. Thinking it over, I decided it was best to give Tiger the news face-to-face. I also picked-up some condoms - just in case he still wanted to get fucked. When he walked in the door I gave him a hug, explaining we needed to chat. With that I got the two of us a drink, led him into my bedroom, and taking him into my arms I began saying "Well Tiger, things are gonna be a bit different today and for a while. 'Cause I just leaned I'm HIV poz. It's okay," I added, continuing "I'm fine, I don't need counselling or hugs. To be honest, I'm somewhat surprised I went this long before seroconverting." Tiger made to comment, but I cut him off saying "Anyway, Tiger, here are some condoms. That's the change in the way we go at it, at least for now. My viral load is quite high, so we must take precautions to stay safe, especially because you're so much younger than me." When I paused in my announcement Tiger responded "Look, I barebacked you for a year. I'm not gonna stop now just because of this." "No, Tiger, come on, this is serious business. I don't wanna be responsible for having converted you. Be sensible." Giving me a snog, and tweaking my nipples, he easily got my cock hard and eager to play. I tried to get control of the situation by saying "Hey now, we've gotta agree: no bareback play." "Fuck off," he responded, adding "I decide whether or not I bareback, not you. It isn't your decision. If I wanna side down this diseased a toxic pole - well, that's my choice." "That's not fair to me, Tiger. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I had converted you. Again he snogged me, stuffing his tongue into my mouth and giving my nipples a twist. That is the most expedient way of getting (and keeping) me rock hard and burning with lust. Grabbing my cock, he spat in his hand, lubbed my cock and his ass, and, straddling my cock with his brown eye, he pushed his bum onto my unprotected toxic pole, admonishing "Remember, it's my choice and I want to climb on board for a hot fuck. I want to to ride you - and deep." Before I could react to his declaration he had slid all the way down my poke, and even if I was inclined to protest I could see the determination, lust, passion and sleaze which had combined in his decision. Admittedly my resistance was melting fast as I also found myself overcome with lust, particularly when I experienced the animalistic ferocity with which he slammed his ass down on my cock, his perverted tunnel enveloping my entire cock. Grabbing nearby poppers, Tiger huffed deeply, and then thrust the bottle under my nostril. "Okay, okay," I replied, "but promise to get off my cock before I cum, please," I grunted. Staring at my face intensely, Tiger answered "Okay, I'll try." Inwardly I sighed, thinking perhaps he would come to his senses. But I didn't have much time to dwell on what was, ultimately, Tiger's decision as just then he doubled, if not tripled the energy he was expending in riding my cock, shouting as he did so "You sleazy slut!" adding all manner of obscenities with each furious downward thrust. Nor did he neglect my tits in roughing them up even more fiercely than earlier, which, of course, brought me to the cusp of blowing my toxic load. "Hey Tiger, it's time, get off me, I'm gettin' close," I managed to warn. Tiger, however, only replied "Give me your toxic load, Daddy. Fuck your boy." "Come on, Tiger, you said you'd get off," I grunted, even as I had now joined in pounding his ass. "Okay, okay," he responded, making a move that led me to think he was about to dismount my cock, only to find, to my utter horror and complete startlement, to find he slammed back down on my shaft, sliding all the way down to my balls, simultaneously twisting my nipples, squeezing them hard as he gave me full on eye contact as he snarled at me "I want that fuckin' poz cum, Daddy! I want your toxic load. Holy fuck, give it to me now!" With that he squeezed my shaft with his ass muscles, and held me in position as he verbally demanded I give him my load. Naturally, at a certain point a man just can't be expected to hold off, so I didn't. I accepted the fact that Tiger was a cum whole, a bug chaser, and I should give him what he demanded of me so I let loose and flooded his hole with my toxic load, emptying an unbelievably large load of cum into his hole. As we came down from the orgasm Tiger grunted "Fuck condoms. I want your poz cum and that of all the other hot poz fuckers I can find. I want your disease. I want your AIDS."

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

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Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

Chapter V I had to open my mouth very wide to get the head of Steve's cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum and it was a lot of it. I couldn't believe someone had that much and I slowly sucked on his head. His hand on the back of my head didn't push me down but just gently held me there. He was whispering to me and telling me how good that felt. I had no idea what to do really but just kind of sucked and licked his cock head. I was thinking, what the hell am I doing and why and I had no idea but could not seem to stop myself? There was little taste but what there was wasn't too bad and I kind of was getting turned on as he moaned softly. I kept it up for a bit and it must have been a good 5 minutes or more and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down and I tried to open my mouth even further to take his huge pole in me. Soon I felt it hit into my throat and I started to gag and he let up on my head and eased out just a bit until I could breathe better and then back in gently. He kept it up and eventually I could tell he was going down into my throat a ways, still not all of his 12" but I would guess that I was taking a good 9" or maybe a little more in. He then started to help me as he started to raise up off of the bed and fucking my mouth. I could hardly believe that he was still producing so much precum but I was beginning to love the taste and his cock in my mouth felt wonderful. As I was sucking him I felt his hands start to pull me around on the bed till he could reach my cock. As he took ahold of me it dawned on me that I was hard as a rock again. Usually took me a lot longer to get up after cumming like I had when he had sucked me. He started to stroke my cock nice and easy and slow as I continued to suck him. He then pushed on me some and the next thing I knew I was on my side and then on my back and his cock was still in my mouth. Steve then all at once pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to wait a minute as he wanted to get something out of his pack. He grabbed it real quick, opened it and reached in and it looked like he got a tube of something out of it. He turned back and was already squeezing some of it onto his cock and told me I was going to love this. I asked what that was and he told me it was flavored lube. I had heard of that but never tried any and as he got it rubbed all over his cock he climbed on top of me and leaned over to put some on my cock also. As he did that I for once was not looking at his cock and he was sitting on his ass so I was looking at his back and noticed he had a tramp stamp tat, but only got a glimpse of it as he again raised up and lowered his cock towards my mouth. The tat had seemed to be some sort of almost circular figure but kind of openings around it too, just too quick for me to see it good. As his cock came down I opened my mouth and guided it in myself this time and started to suck him again. He was right, too, as the flavor turned out to be one of my favorite things, Strawberry. I really went to town sucking then and felt his mouth envelope my cock too. I was almost in heaven with the feelings and the flavors and I thought this is great, crazy but great. As we were both sucking, every once in a while he would stop and lift up and reach down and rub a little more of the lube on his cock for me and then would dribble it on my cock and I could feel it running down my cock and balls and into the crac of my ass. About the fourth time he did that I felt his hands on my ass and they were massaging my cheeks again and then one hand ran up and down the crack and around in a circle of my hole again. The tickle about drove me wild again. All at once he went deep on my cock with his mouth and as he did I felt a finger push against my hole and with all the lube it started to enter and I lifted right up off of the bed and was moaning around his cock at the pleasure. I then felt his finger come back out and he grabbed my legs with both hands and raised them way up as far as he could and then I felt his mouth come off of my cock and his tongue licked down the underside of it and then he was licking and sucking my balls for a little bit. Steve then went down lower and all at once I felt his tongue licking around my hole and again the feeling made me lift right off of the bed. He kept licking around my hole for a bit and then I felt him dribble more lube on my hole and his tongue was on my hole and pushing to get in. I about went crazy from it and lifted my ass trying to get more and more and I could feel his tongue enter a little bit. He kept that up for a while driving me wilder and wilder and then I felt his hand again come there also. As he kept licking my hole I felt his finger there again and this time it slipped right in. He kept licking and then I felt more lube being applied and his finger going in slow circles as he seemed to be trying to make my hole open more or something. Pretty soon if felt like another finger was in me too and the feelings were getting more and more intense. I was loving this and wanted to keep on going. His cock was magnificent in my mouth and I sucked him as good as I could. Soon it felt like he had more than two fingers in me and he was hitting something in my hole again that was driving me even more wild than before and then he quit licking me and looked over his shoulder at me and asked how I liked that, I stopped sucking him long enough to mumble around his cock that it felt great and he told me he now had all 4 of his fingers in my hole and my eyes had to pop out of my head almost when he said that. I didn't know a hole could open that far before and let his cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him that. He kind of laughed and said it could take more than that. WIthout taking his fingers out he then turned around on the bed and was between my legs then facing me and started to suck me more as he pushed my legs even higher up raising my ass off of the bed completely and I craned my neck to see . He was looking me right in the eyes and smiling around my cock in his mouth. He then let loose and keeping his fingers in my hole and turning and twisting them and driving them in and out too and sometimes I could feel his fingernails scrape some but it was so much pleasure they didn't matter. Steve then leaned more and started to kiss my cock and then up across my stomach and then to my chest, licking and sucking and kissing. As he got to my chest he detoured a little and sucked on a nipple and then across to the other one, never taking his eyes off of mine while doing it. Up he came until his head was right above mine and he was smiling and looking me right in the eyes and I felt his huge cock against my ass and next to his fingers still in my hole. He then asked me if I wanted the best thing yet or not. I could not think of a thing better than what I was feeling right then and I told him I was ready if he could do something that was better but couldn't think of anything better. He really grinned then and all at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt the huge head of his cock push in. I almost jumped out of my skin. I asked him what the hell are you doing and he told me he was doing just what he had said and I should take it and enjoy. I was pretty much upside down almost and pinned down and could really not do much anyway. I was wondering again what the hell am I doing? He held still for a bit letting my hole get used to the head of his cock in me and then started to push forward and I could feel his cock entering me little by little. I told him it was hurting some and he said that it would go away soon. He kept up the pressure and then lifted his body up some and I looked down to see that at least 3/4ths of his cock was in me now. I was shocked and had no idea I could take that much in me. His cock was so big I could feel it entering and it was hitting that spot continually now that his fingers had been hitting and the pleasure was starting to kick in again. I was squirming now and he told me he knew I would love that and started to pull back and then in again slow and easy rubbing my spot in and out and my own cock was tingling and nobody touching it. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while and then started to get a little faster and harder and soon he raised up again and as I looked down there I could see as well as feel his entire 12" of cock were entering me and I could feel his balls slap my ass on the instroke. He had been right, the pleasure was now far more than it had been before. I was now moaning and almost begging for more. As he quickened his pace some more he began to talk to me. He was telling me how great my nolonger virgin ass felt. It gripped him tight and he love the feeling and it was making him want to pound my hole faster and harder. He was also saying things I had no idea of like, going to seed your hole, going to mix our DNA, going to pour my babie in you and they will grow more in you, you are joining the club now, going to poz that hole good. I had no idea what he was talking about but it felt so good I didn't want to ever stop. He pounded my hole and got faster and harder and I don't know how but seemed to get deeper too. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before and I hoped it would go on forever. After what had to be a good half hour he really got to pounding my hole even harder and looked me in the eye again and asked me if I was ready for his cum in me as he was ready to cum and he told me when he did I would love it too. I told him to fill me up if it feels so good. He then rammed me and almost doubled me up with about a dozen more really hard thrusts and then groaned and told me here it is, take my poz cum. His cock was so big and buried so deep in my hole I felt every vibration of it and then felt the heat of his cum as it entered me and he kept cumming and cumming and grinding into me. After what seemed like several minutes he finally quit cumming and collapsed on me. His cock seemed to stay up quite a bit and then I noticed that my own cock had cum also and I hadn't touched it and his orgasm had pretty much overcome mine so I just now felt how good my own cock felt too. Steve's cock finally went down enough to fall out of my hole and he held me tight and kissed my neck and kind of rolled off of me. He was whispering to me how good that had been and hoped his seed took. Had no idea what he was talking about but I was too wrapped up in the afterglow of great sex to think about it. He kind of rolled onto his stomach then and laid there with his head turned to me looking at me and smiling. I returned the look and smile also. I then told him I had to get up and go pee. He just told me to hurry back. I went to the bathroom and as I started to pee, I could feel something running down my legs. I reached between my legs and got some of it on my fingers and then looked to see it. It appeared to be his cum running out of my ass, and a lot of it, and then I looked closer as there was definitely streaks of red in it. I thought to myself what the hell did his huge cock tear me open somehow. I got done and went back to him and asked him to take a look at my ass. He asked what was wrong and I told him it looked like some blood leaking out of my hole. He looked and said it looked like blood to him but not to worry. I asked why and he said he probably scratched me with his fingernails but that was what he had wanted to do. I asked what the hell for and he told me it made it better for his babies to get into my system. I told him I didn't understand that at all and then he said to look at his back. I then got a good look at his tat and noticed it did look like something I had seen before but couldn't place it. I told him it was a nice tat but so what. He then told me that was a biohazard tat and he was positive. I then told him oh ok now I remember and I am positive that is what it is too. He laughed and told me he knew what it was, but what he meant was that he is positive, HIV positive. My mouth dropped open and had to have hit the floor. I stammered, what the hell have you done to me? He then told me he has scratched me inside on purpose and had fucked me as hard as he could to make sure of more possible tears inside of me so the virus would be sure to get into my blood fast. I could only sit and stare and wonder again, what the hell was I doing? Just a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married and never fooled around and then had picked up a hitchhiker and now had had gay sex with him and then found out he was hiv positive and he had cut me up inside my ass and it was most likely in my blood already. It dawned on me that he was talking again and telling me how hot I had been and didn't I love the feelings? Wasn't it the best sex I had ever had? As he was talking I also noticed he was stroking his huge cock and it was almost all the way up again. I found I could not take my eyes off of it as it grew to its full length and hardness again. I could only think omg it is magnificent and reached for it again. Before the night was done he had fucked me three more times and had cum in me 4 times more and I had loved every minute of it. I was to be there for two weeks of work and invited him to stay the whole time before taking off to hitchhike again.