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This week in the Dutch news it's been announced that thanks to PrEP infection rates have dropped by 95% per cent. 200 people are said to have caught the virus in 2010. In 2022 that rate is reported as being 9 people. As a result of this PrEP will be rolled out from August 2024 and available to all who want it, providing they can afford the 30 euro a month for it.

I fuck bare. I shoot deep inside. No pull outs ever. I turn down covered fucks and guys wanting bb but pull outs. I want you to take my seed and keep it inside as long as possible. The bottoms I fuck desire seed. They work for it and will get it from me. Sometimes more than one load! It’s so natural!

Chapter 1 - So it begins My friend Dave decided he wanted to do something special for me for my birthday. We’ve played together a lot in the past and had only recently started partying together. The last time we met, we smoked a good amount, and he fucked me, bred me and played in my ass. For the birthday event, he told me to plan for a few days of time off since he wanted to get me really spun. I was able to get a few days off from work, so I told him we’d be all set. I did a deep clean in the morning and a touchup later. Dave told me to show up at his house around 8. He has a playroom in the basement, with a sling and fuck bench, lots of toys, and some fetish clothing. The basement has a door to the outside at the back of his house. I got there, and Dave and I went down to the playroom. I stripped down to my Nasty Pig jock. Dave wanted me to wear one of his harnesses, so I slipped that on too. He had a pipe packed already so we lit the torch and started taking some deep hits. Dave can get hard even when he’s spun, so I hopped in the sling and put my feet in the stirrups. Dave rimmed my ass for a while, getting me ready for his cock. He has a great cock for my ass. It’s not really long, about 7”, but it’s really thick. He knows how to get my ass ready for his thickness before he shoves it in and then he can fuck for a long time. He has a nice hairy chest and a trimmed beard so I like that I can watch him as he fucks me deep. After a good rimming session, Dave decided that we should get a few more hits in so that I was really horny for his dick. He propped up my head so that I was able to stay in the sling while we smoked. After a few hits, we were both flying high. Dave put down the pipe, slid a freshly opened bottle of poppers within my reach, and stepped between my legs. While we gazed into each other’s eyes, he slowly slid his well lubed cock in my ass. Since he had rimmed me before, I was pretty opened for him. Dave really knows how to fuck. His cock has a nice mushroom head, so he’ll pull almost all the way out, then hold it there to stretch my hole before driving it back in to me. He changes the rhythm, and I can switch up my position in the sling so that his cock hits the walls of my ass differently. One of the other great things about getting fucked in a sling is that it lets me ride cock easily too. I was swinging back and forth on Dave’s dick and getting it in as deep as possible. I had reached down to let him in as deep as possible while sliding back and forth on his cock. I didn’t hear the door open, but I heard the distinctive click of the torch behind me. Then, a mouth was on mine, shotgunning a hit to me. I took in the hit, shared some back and started making out with the new guy. Still didn’t know who it was but I was feeling good and welcomed another guy to the party. When he pulled back, it turned out it was our buddy, Chris. We had all played before but never partied together. I smiled at him, and he gave me a knowing look that was also full of lust. Chris was wearing a chest harness that connected to his metal cock ring. He looked hot as fuck in the gear, with the harness nicely framing his pecs. He has a hairy chest and ass and loves to get his hole eaten. His hard cock was sticking straight out, with a drop of precum on the tip. I motioned him over and licked the head of his dick to taste the sweetness. Lucky for me, Dave had taken over control of the fuck and was still filling my hole with his thick cock. I got Chris’s cock all the way into my mouth so now I was being spit roasted by two hot studs. Dave and Chris started to make out when I realized that they were also sharing some smoke. On one of the hits, Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and shared the smoke with me, followed by another passionate kiss. Dave pulled out of my ass and lowered my jock to suck my T dick. Even though it doesn’t get too hard, it’s still great to get it sucked. Chris then moved down and knelt before my ass and started rimming my well fucked hole. Now, I was getting sucked and rimmed at the same time, so I just laid back and enjoyed myself for a while. Chris had started to finger my ass, getting 3 fingers in. He was really working around my ass, in and out, and working around the hole. He pulled out and his relubed fingers worked back into my ass. This time, I felt a burn since he deposited a shard in my ass. Getting booty bumped is a favorite of mine but I’d never played like this with Chris. Then, Chris stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He has a longer and only slightly thinner cock than Dave. He usually cums pretty fast after getting in my ass so he likes to play around the hole, sticking the head in, then swirling around the outside. He worked around and just inside my hole, spreading lube and precum, then slowly slid all the way in. He got in easily since I was well fucked and relaxed. And spun. Chris had been fucking me for a surprisingly long time. Dave had moved up to feed me his cock which I happily cleaned off and sucked. He moved behind me so that I could also work his balls into my mouth. He likes having his balls sucked and I think the view while I’m doing that is awesome. Eventually, Chris pulled out. He still hadn’t cum, which was kind of odd for him. He helped me out of the sling for a brief rest and some hydration. Dave poured out some sports drink for us all and we sat on the sofa to take a break. I was in the middle and both of them took turns fingering around my hole. We smoked a little more and then I got back in the sling. Dave had lowered the head a little bit. This meant that while he was fucking me again, Chris was able to come around to my head, turn around and feed me his ass. He has a really hot ass. It’s got just the right amount of fur, and he has a hole that reacts to my tongue. I’ve managed to work my tongue really deep into his ass in the past, but this position didn’t allow for deep penetration. One of the other fantastic things about eating Chris’s ass is that he has an amazing natural smell. It’s a little musty and sweet and I love burying my face in his hole, knowing that his smell will stick to my face and beard for a while. My neck started to hurt from the weird position, and I was getting some crazy head rushes too, so Chris moved away and helped to raise my head back to a normal position. Dave decided to pull out and play with my ass again. Once more, I felt the burn of a shard that he deposited in my ass. Chris got back between my legs and started to finger my hole. Dave came up to let me suck his dick, but I needed to take some breaks from his cock since Chris was making my ass feel great. He was working in and out, and spreading his fingers when he was inside me. I was enjoying the sensations and reached down to spread my ass wider for him. I worked my hands over to my hole and was surprised to find that Chris had all his fingers in me and was working my hole with his thumb. We locked eyes and he checked if I was OK with what was going on. I nodded an enthusiastic yes so he kept working his thumb around my hole.

How about y’all fuck me and then we vote on which feature is best?

There may be one more: the advent of the hook-up apps? Around here, there are guys getting run down almost weekly because they're staring at their (presumably Grinder) apps, paying not whit's worth of attention to what's around them. It must be similar to the much-decried "addiction" that teens across the bored (!) have to their telephones. Recently I had to buy a new telephone, and I still get every kind of ad, offer, "come-on", every day. I've deleted as many as I can find, but they still keep coming. And, who ever anointed some people as "influencers" anyway? I wish there were still those old, black Bakelite telephones on a stand in the corner - when it rang, you picked it up and hollered "hello". If you weren't home, too damn bad - whoever it was would just have to try again.

found it!

Stopped by the bookstore after the gym and got seven loads. As soon as I walked in and got in a booth, even though it was dead and not many in the store, I heard the door close. I put my ass against the hole and had a ten inch dick buried in my hole immediately. He worked me for about five mins and I think came twice in me, definitely once though as he pulled out and I was dripping. After a bottom tries to put his ass against the hole to get me to top him, I was about to leave before I felt his rock hard dick against my hole and slid in. I guess he gave up me breeding him. He started pumping my hole and shot another huge load in me. After a few other guys heard the wall movement from fucking, I ended up with another couple hung dicks and some smaller ones that shot huge loads. Left me dripping when I left. Definitely worth the 45 minutes.

Early today hooked up with a hot latino guy in his hotel room. When I walked in he was already hard showing off a big thick uncut cock. We traded off sucking each other and then he spit on his cock and my ass and fucked me missionary for a while. Then after more sucking I put him on his back and fucked his hungry hole until I bred him deep. Then he bent me over and fucked me hard and shot a huge load in my ass. We trading numbers and we are going to make this a regular thing.

Same here about a month or two ago. I couldn't be arsed to get a new account after it wouldn't let me log in with my password and username...... The site must have a bug..... I wonder if it's a poz virus 🤣🤣🤣

That, too. There are a lot of guys who get off on that. But they’re also R mini bottoms with whom I don’t share that little secret.

Fuuuck yeah luv cumsicles have an alpha always melts his saved loads to pour into my jockpussy first before he fucks me when we hookup so fukn hot cumsloppy af

I booked a local room on a Saturday, (RRI =$120 vs. Bathhouse room = $30.) I got one mofo♨️ Mexican/American who knew what he wanted and what the game is. The rest of the night I was watching porn, and messaging sniffies & BBRT players on my phone=ALONE. Dude on sniffies the day before got 14 men in 4 hours, he left b4 I could breed it. I just think hotels may be a younger mans game to win. What say y'all? xox

I'm bottom and see a difference in some guys who cum inside and others that are breeding you. Breeders have an intent to get their cum deep as they can even if they aren't really hung, all of their loads, and want me to keep it inside and not try pushing it out. A couple came back in 1-8 hours to see if I'm holding and they always bred me again. One married guy called me latenight after a dinnertime fuck to send an asspic to show his cum oozing out. Breeders have an attitude they're marking your body with their DNA.

and your toxic cum

I think there are two broad groups of factors at play here (no pun intended). Certainly, all of the things mentioned thus far (COVID, gentrification, squandering of revenues, and long before these, HIV) have taken their toll. But in theory, none of those should be fatal to the business concept if it's sound. Virtually every other type of business shuttered temporarily by COVID re-opened; if gentrifying forces drive a bathhouse out of a gayborhood, there's always somewhere else, on the periphery, that's the "next place" that someone can develop. If it closes because the owners/managers put all the profits up their noses or into their veins, well, demand should result in something similar taking its place with leadership less beholden to "substances" (as they're euphemistically called). And while HIV shut down a lot of bathhouses originally, quite a few had weathered that storm and/or reopened with at least a token nod towards safer sex, even if virtually nobody was using the free condoms any longer. But I think what's really going on at the same time is a gradual shift away from that entire bathhouse culture, with it becoming a niche that can't operate sustainably in most markets. I'm neither saluting nor condemning that shift, just noting it. When I came out right at the end of the 1970's, it was pretty much every gay boy's dream to move to the big city and throw oneself into a life of readily available sex 24/7, especially at the baths, without having to worry about bringing people home or to a shared apartment or whatever. Due to decades of work pushing public acceptance of gays, an awful lot of those gay boys today want nothing more elaborate than a good husband to come home to. I think some baths will hang on for years to come. But I'd be shocked if we saw a net increase in their numbers in the US, at least, or in any given city here. I think they're like drive-in theaters: something many of us remember fondly, but still fully aware of their drawbacks. And I think what we'll see, before too long, is that a bunch of them are going to shut down simply because there just isn't the demand there once was, and the coming generations just won't have an interest.

If you’ve read any of my previous posts you’ll know I have a much younger fuck buddy who lives with me, Drew. He’s 23 to my 54. He loves Daddies and is turned on by older men. I love pounding his tight young ass. I’ve got a large group of fuck buddies my age that I’ve met over the years - easily over 20 and all tops or vers and Drew has a number of buddies around his age. This means getting a group together is easy - which is what I did last night. it’s natural for older men to enjoy fucking boys so I got Drew and 2 of his buddies and 5 of my buddies over so it was 3 boys and six daddies - one daddy to each end. We made the boys kneel on the couch and 3 us stood behind them and three of us stood in front of them. We were all well hard and ready to fuck. I gave the word and the six of us went balls deep up their asses and down their mouths. We fucked for over an hour swapping boys so the six of us had a shot in each boys mouth and asshole. We were so fucking close so we all shot our loads pretty much together giving each boy a mouth and ass full of cum. Drew’s ass was loaded by my buddy, Steve and he swallowed Dave’s load. I seeded Dwayne. The smell of sweat and sperm was so fukkin horny.

I'm on a cruise in the Greek Islands right now. Checked Grindr the first day of the cruise and there was a headless torso pic in a speedo. "Gap Year collecting loads". A 20 year old on the cruise with his parents and his profile says he has his own room. "Anonymous cumdump or however you want it" he says. I messaged him and he gave me his room number within 3 exchanges, says the door is open and to come pump and dump. We are on day 4 of the cruise and I've fucked him 6 times. He's a cute kid, fun to see him out and about at night with his parents knowing that he is full of cum from men on the ship. Today he claimed he has collected more than 50 loads so far in his ass and mouth. I don't doubt it since this ship has a group of 40 gays and I have already pumped 6 loads into his hole myself.

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.

I love watching my big Dick bud do both or skull fucked him

I get most of my fucking at clubs just because it means multiple loads. The first load is always amazing because you remember the first touch, the first cockhead breaching your hole and leaning back into the thrust, and then the build up and gasp as they slam home to plant their seed deep inside, the slow softening of their cock as they slip out and the dribble of that first load. After that your ass is silky smooth and the next cock, and the next one is easier. Each is different, each thrust and technique, each size, and each coming - I love the groan build up and big release, the guy who wants to explore every part of your ass, the fast dumper. And then each load makes the next one better, the fingers that tentatively explore and you can feel their cock stiffen as they feel how sloppy you are, the slow withdrawal and the leaking of cum out of a filled hole. The best moments are when I get a chain - the first guy triggers 2 or 3 others, and barely has one cock left when another is pushing through the sloppy stickiness to drop their load. Typically I will go to a club and then with a filled hole, head up to the Heath to open my ass up in the dark, and the smell of cum in the open air draws in guys, and in the dark the sense of touch and smell take over, their fingers feel the wetness, their nostrils fill with scent of fresh cum, and I can pick up at least another few loads before heading home exhausted, full and with a smile on my face!

Actually...these would be perfect. Guy too 😉

The Private Party 2 So I've been going to a private sex party for a few months. I wrote about it back in October. It's been a lot of fun. Every time I go I clean myself inside and out with lotion and fully lubed up. Then I lock myself in a chastity cock cage and when I get there I am stripped and locked into a spreader bar that holds my hands and ankles together, forcing me face down and ass up, my hole exposed and helpless for anyone to use until I'm set free. I wear nothing but a jock that allows full access to my hole. All the regulars know me and take turns using my hole and shooting load after load of risky cum deep inside me while they grunt away their pleasure and cause me to moan out mine. I know some, maybe even most of the loads I've been taking are charged and it is pretty much inevitable that sooner or later my ass will be knocked up. Some of the guys have even told me they are high VL and a few even that their loads were med resistant so even if I am on PrEP (which I'm not, so my ass is very fertile) I will still get charged up by their strain. Well, I'm going to the January party tomorrow, but this time I know I don't have to worry about getting pozzed. Last week I wasn't feeling well so I went to the free sex clinic and got tested... Sure enough. Poz. The doctors want to put me on meds, but I think I will hold off until something happens. Well, I'm still looking forward to continuing to attend the parties... Maybe one of these times I will go to the party and be looking for bottoms instead of taking more loads...

It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”

Chapter 1. Before A little something about me first. By the time I turned 30, I was very comfortable being out as a gay man, and had found my sexual interests had turned toward bdsm and leather. That was pretty much another coming out. My fantasies had started to move toward bareback sex as well. At first I just read stories online about barebacking, but I had recently found myself more and more turned on by bareback porn. My profiles online and on apps already included my bdsm interests, and I had also found the usual coded ways to hint I was into barebacking. Chatting about it with other guys was something I was doing more often. When I found the sites actually dedicated to raw sex, I made profiles there as well. These new profiles did not have my pics on them and were created with different screennames, but looking back now I see that someone really paying attention could see it was the same guy who was on the other sites. Here's my story: I had come home for part of my vacation to see my family and some old friends. I hadn't lived here for 10 years, and I decided to see what I had missed back then, back when I was almost completely in the closet. I knew there were 2 gay bars in town. One was a dance club where all the young twinks went. The other was more of a dive place that sometimes had leather themed nights with mostly an older crowd. I was more interested in finding a dominant top to play with, so I went to the dive. I got there and saw a good mix of men, many of them in leather, and I felt right at home. There was one guy in particular who caught my eye. He was about 45 years old, a bit scruffy, wearing leather pants, biker boots, a leather vest with no shirt, a muir cap, and sunglasses. I thought I recognized him from a profile online that mentioned that he had a well stocked dungeon and that really got me excited. I thought he had been checking me out, but it was hard to tell with those sunglasses on. After a while I was leaning up against the bar, and he came over beside me and ordered a beer from the bartender. He turned to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I'm sure the broad smile that came over my face betrayed how much he turned me on. I answered, "Yes, Sir!" He chuckled with a sly grin. "You visiting from out of town? I have never seen you here before." he said. "Yes Sir," I said, "I used to live here until 10 years ago. I never came in here back then." "I think I saw your profile earlier," he said. He mentioned my screenname and asked if that was me. It was the name I used on the regular sites, not the bareback ones. I said that was indeed me. He said, "I like the things you are into. You looking for some play tonight? I have a place not far from here." I decided to be brave and said, "You have a dungeon?" He laughed and said, "I think you saw my profile too, didn't you." "I think I did, Sir." He said, "Finish that drink boy, and let's go have some fun!" That was exactly what I hoped he would say. I downed my beer and we started toward the door. As I followed him, he would stop to greet some of the other men- other hot leather guys. He leaned in a whispered into the ears of a few of them, and those guys gave me big smiles. The thought that he was probably telling them he was taking me home to his dungeon made me feel good. I followed him in my car to a nice ranch style house in a quiet neighborhood. I followed him inside, and he headed right down to the basement. He opened a door and hit the lights. I saw a room with dark walls, a St Andrew's cross, various floggers and paddles hanging on one wall, a spanking/fuck bench, chains hanging from the ceiling- a well set-up dungeon. He started asking me some details about what I was into. He talked about limits, too. That helped me relax. He promised not to do anything I didn't want. The he said, "Just to make sure- you are negative, aren't you boy?" I said I was and told him when my last test was. "Good," he said, "that makes a difference in how we play." That's when it hit me that I didn't really know anything about this guy, but he seemed cool and respectful and I decided to trust him. He showed me a bathroom with a sink and toilet in the corner of the room. "Take a piss or whatever you need, then come out and strip down, boy," he said. I did what I was told. When I was naked, he looked at me and nodded in approval. He led me over to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed me to it face to the wall. He started out slowly with some flogging. It felt really good. He went harder and it felt better. After a while he turned me around and brought out a thin rope which he used to tie up my cock and balls. He put clamps on my nipples and weighed them down and then proceeded to torture my cock and balls. It hurt, but in just the way I liked being hurt. I was having a blast! After some time of this kind of play he said we were going to take a short break. He uncuffed my hands and led me over to the spanking bench. He told me to rest on it face down and produced a cold bottle of water for me from somewhere. "I'll be right back," he said, and he went out the door. The bench was really quite comfortable, and I felt really relaxed. My head was buzzing from the play so far. I was in a great space. I heard the door open, I turned my head to see him was coming back in and was talking on the phone, saying "Sounds good, buddy- see you soon. This is going to be fun!" He smiled at me and said he was talking to some friends, making plans for a good time. He went over to a cabinet and got a few things out, including a big bottle of lube and what looked like a couple of dildos. He came back to me and asked if I liked the bench. "Yes, it's comfortable." "Good, but I have known guys to squirm so much they fall off. So I an going to have to secure you to it." Fine with me. There were straps for my wrists and for my ankles, so I was strapped down with my ass exposed. "Let's see how that nice ass responds" he said with a chuckle. He fingered my hole, adding lube. Of course I couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt really good. He then started using a dildo, slowly fucking it in and out. I was in heaven. He took it out and chuckled again. "Your hole is twitching, boy. I think it wants more." "Yes Sir! Please Sir!" I said. "Well, I think you and your hole will be very happy very soon," he said. "I hope so, Sir," I answered. He then started to push something that felt wider into my hole. It went in a ways and then stayed put. It was a butt plug. "Keep that in, boy." "Yes, Sir." All of a sudden I felt a belt strike my ass cheeks. Wow! I sure did have to concentrate to keep the plug in place while he used that belt on my ass. He slapped me with it for a while, but then stopped. "No need to mark up that sweet ass... at least not yet. We'll get to that soon enough." Chapter 2 to come shortly...

I think I’ve told the story on here before of a guy I hooked up with in Greenwich, London. It was the days of telephone ads and pre-apps. After our first meeting, he put some money in my hand - about £80, which was a lot back then. Thinking he’d misunderstood the terms of our meeting, I told him I didn’t expect anything in return, but he insisted I take it. It dawned on me that he got off in treating me like a paid whore. I was conflicted about it at first but rationalised it wasn’t for me to judge. I saw him a few times after that, not for the money but because he was fit. And each time the £80 was handed over. I put it to the massive phone bill I’d run up on the chat lines!

And I think you’re probably right. Especially taking into account @partying.hard’s following reply, it seems pretty clear to me now that, in both cases, sometimes it is work, and sometimes it isn’t, to varying degrees. I try to treat it as a ‘service’, performed to a high standard; whether it’s a professional standard is more than I know. The whole question does, however, have implications about whether the term whore actually applies to me. Last night, a guy seeing my ad on Sniffies, contacted me with, “Wow! You really are a cum whore!”

I was really surprised by the closure of Denver Swim Club (my 1st bathhouse and the standard I wish all bathhouses could meet for ease of finding willing partners) and Denver Midtowne Spa, those 2 were always busy, and had a lot of actual fucking when I lived there, and on return visits in the years since. DSC did not make it through the pandemic, but Midtowne reopened and from what I heard was drawing crowds after the pandemic. I believe it was the 2nd to last Midtowne location to close. I was also a big fan of several other Midtowne locations namely Melrose and 1350 in LA, and Milwaukee, all of which I believe were lost to gentrification. @tallslenderguy Hawks in Vegas could be hit or miss, but even on my worst visits was never as slow as really good night at any of the bathhouses in Portland, Seattle or Vancouver, BC. I haven't been to either of the 2 that are still open in Vegas, but would guess they are all more depended on who is in town than the true local scene. As to the park scene, I've found that at least LA and Palm Springs have a lot of park cruising this summer, as did Denver immediately before the pandemic on top of the active bathhouse scene, but I haven't been back since.

When and where? I volunteer to be part of the focus group.

A lot of them would also pay good money to get their worthless asses railed by a hard dick before voting to get rid of us.

I went to to Scheune on the sunday during folsom... over 70 there that night.. average age 50+, average size (body) generally large.. friendly night.. a couple of very cute boys... but most older and randy.

Bored and horny in jerz

I certainly hope some will hang on for years to come @BootmanLA. We have a definite social shift towards virtual and touching people can be problematic in some circles. We are becoming it seems a much less tactile species. In my part of our country I'm one of the guys who provides an occasional play space for my group (typically 40 show up). I try to replicate to some extent the bathhouse theme in my play areas. The closest bathhouse to me now is in Chicago, more than 2 hours away. Here in rural America the prevalent POV is NIMY (not in my backyard) which precludes populous areas. Rents in cities, even small ones, is surprisingly high which could push entry fees up quite a bit. Are we willing to pay $200 for a night of play? I suspect yes, but across a smaller pool - which adds to the difficulty; Does $200 need to become $500 to enter because monthly rent and triple net is $50,000; plus utilities which could easily be in the 10,000 a month. And as much as no one wants to admit it, the sexier our purpose the more exposed we are as businesses to social harassments in one form or another. At a point what I need to charge to pay a staff with benefits to run a 24x7 operation "health club". You draw an excellent comparison I believe with Drive In Theatres. Hell locally theatres which don't have jumbo screens are following in drive in footsteps.

Several years ago, I flew to Philly to hook up with a guy I was chatting with online. I think I spent five days there. And one of those days was spent at club Philly. An amazing time was had by all, and I was had by many! Funny, he moved to Florida in the last year!

didn't know there were still bookstores with holes, could you share the location? thanks

Great way to spend birthday! Making clouds, booty bump and both hole being filled! I hope the birthday boy is eventually slammed and fisted😈🦯

I take a moment to truly capture the sight before me. My son. My boy. My pride and joy. Toughest fucking quarterback his high school team had ever seen. Smartest honors student in probably the entre state of Texas - and not just book smarts, like Pearl Harbor happened on December 7 and the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell kinda shit, my boy is brilliant. Deductive, insightful, and possessed of an emotional intelligence virtually unknown to someone as young in years as he is. He can assess a room instantly, read every person with uncanny, almost chilling precision, and know instantly what they need and how he can help them. It’s made every girl he’s ever met fall in love with him, and you can practically hear their panties get soaked just from his very presence. And more than a few boys have to adjust their suddenly throbbing dicks after a fleeting glance. I get more than a glance though. He stares at me intently, his piercing green eyes - almost a shade of emerald, locked onto mine with love and lust and hunger and a rapturous joy. His perfectly symmetrical face is still, with his powerful jawline silhouetted against the bright lights of the bathroom he just exited, having showered, prepared himself, and the points that will take our relationship beyond father and son, beyond fuck buddies, just.. Beyond. There is a stillness in the air that matches the stillness of his body. He is smiling, the playful, mischievous smile I’ve come to know so well over these last months we’ve been fucking. It’s a smile that reflects the pride I feel in him, and the pride he feels in himself, in his form, from the long sinewey stretches of his neck, the powerful broad shoulders, sweeping down to his biceps the size of bricks, pecs the size of dinner plates, a perfectly outline core of eight perfect abs. His adonis girdle, which I know he considers the sexiest part of himself (only because he can’t see his eyes the way I do) and which he calls his cum gutters… a term we’ve verified as accurae countless times over, when I’ve fucked the cum out of him or pulled out and doused him with the geyser of semen he brings out in me every. Single. Time. And then there’s that dick. Uncut - I wanted my boy to have a choice, even though I tend to prefer cut. He should get to decide what the essence, the root, the wellspring of his manhood says about himself. HIs magnificent cock is jutting, and like mine, long and curving slightly up and to the left. From my vantage on the bed, and the reflections in the mirror, it looks like a cobra, and it can charm and entrance anyone who sees it just like the real life cobras charmed by a flute played by a ballsy son of bitch with nerves of steel. I can see the deluge of precum - a trait he inherited from me - has already started flowing. He’s literally dripping on the floor, long thing strands flowing down his balls - he’s stopped trimming them, I’ve noticed, probably because he’s seen how the musk of his ball sweat drives me crazy, makes me into little more than a feral animal. That’s what I feel like right now. I want to ravish him, I want to pin him to the bed, lick his neck, suck his nipples, work my way down till that gorgeous dick is the only thing I can see, taste, smell. I want to rub it all over my face, get every last inch of my head covered with the cum and spit and essense of his masculinity, manhood, sex, all over me. I want his dick to claim me, mark me as his territory, as I’ve done to him countless times. I sit up a little straighter in the bed, my dick brushing against my thigh, and that simple touch is nearly enough to make me cum again, so powerful is the sexual tension in the room, so intense the lust between father and son, Anthony and Jack. I notice he’s shaking, trembling with the same anticipation and desire and hunger as I am. But before we can attack each other, sate our meth fueled hunger for each other, he and I have to talk. “Come sit with me a minute. We need to really talk about what’s about to happen, if you want it to happen.” He gives me this amused, though slightly puzzled look, a look that says “what idiot wouldn’t want this?”. Nevertheless, he saunters to my bed and sits next to me after putting the points and tourniquet on the dresser where they will be directly in my line of sight, a passive reminder that with two simple injections, he and I can cross into virtually uncharted territory of debauchery, depravity, of shooting more cum into, onto, around each other, of orgasms so powerful they’d sink California into the depths of the pacific. “I know you’ve heard me say this many, many times. And I want you to hear me, really hear me, again when I say it now. I love you, I wouldn’t trade what we have for all the riches of solomon. You know you are the most important man in my life, you are the foundation of my existence. And if you ever get even the most fleeting notion that this isn’t good or healthy or satisfying, then all you have to do is say the word and it’s done. Because you deserve to be loved by a man who will be as devoted to you as I am, but who can also share in the great experiences you have ahead of you, someone you can grow with.” At this, he cuts me off. “Daddy, I’ve fucked around a lot. I’ve dated several boys, and even one girl.” At this, I cock an eyebrow, a bemused expression creeping into my smile, which he matches. “I don’t see what those straight boys get about pussy. But that’s neither here nor there. I don’t ever want this to change. I’ve found the man who makes me happy, makes me fulfilled, makes me get out of bed so I can do the things that make me proud of myself, and makes him prouder still of me.” “It’s you. It’s always been you. When I was 13, 14, 15, I had so many dreams about you. You fucking me. You kissing me. You cumming on me over and over and over, and when I turned 18, all those dreams became a reality. Every night when I go to bed… well, on those nights when I actually do go to bed, I say a prayer of thanks to God for giving me a wonderful father, and the sexiest fucking man I could ever hope to find, would ever want to find.” He leaves the rest unspoken, and so do I. I can feel he heat returning, the tension reigniting. He feels it too. Both of our cocks are at full mast, the precum leaking out of us, as each word he speaks brings us closer and closer to what we know is coming, what we both want more than anything in the world. He stands up, making sure his cock sweeps within inches of my face, watching my eyes follow it. And smirking because he knows how much I’m under his spell, and how much he’s under mine. My dick jerks, once, twice, and a huge spurt of precum jumps out as he turns to grab the points and I see his ass in all it’s worked out, worked on, teenaged perfection, the deep tanline of his torso and legs abruptly ending and the soft, slightly olive hugh of his skin making for a natural highlight, focal point of the room, my gaze, and at this point, my very existence. I want to touch it, lick it, make out with it, rub my face all over his crack and wear his musk like the finest cologne. He turns back, striding to the bed with purpose. He gets on the bed, points in hand, and positions himself on his knees facing me. His powerful thighs so cut, so defined in the camera lights Dave and Derek have put up for precisely this shot. His abs, his pecs, his biceps and shoulders all perfectly shadowed to accent just how powerful and sculpted his body has become. I match his pose, and I can see him taking in the sight. We’re just a few feet apart, and our dicks are touching, kissing each other, sharing precum and stoking the fires within us that are already burning past white hot. We don’t want this anymore. We need it. We crave it, We are addicted to each other, to the sex we’re about to have, to our family founded on lust and masculinity and taking another man’s ass and having him take yours, of feeling a beautiful cock thrusting wildly in you, of that overwhelming pleasure of having it jackhammering in and out of you at a lighting clip, and nearly melting your brain from an orgasm so powerful your balls are literally pained, of panting so hard you never think you’ll catch your breath, at looking in the mirror and seeing streak after streak after streak of cum on your face, chest, ass, dick, legs, feet, and feeling like you’ve just been claimed by masculinity incarnate, that a stud has marked you as his, and that you’ve marked him as yours. “Daddy, be a dear would you, and shoot me up so that we can fuck each other until the stars at night are big and bright.” “I’d be happy to oblige. Jack, you cocky little fucker, you brazen little slut, my cum whore of a son who never fails to make me the proudest father and slutiest fuck buddy I can be, get ready to get fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.. And,” I pause for dramatic effect as I put the tourniquet on him, and he looks up at me expectantly,” Get ready to fuck your daddy. I know you can top. I’ve seen the videos, had those nice gentlemen downstairs, confirm for me, that you fuck just as good as your old man, and I fucking want it. As soon as we’re rushing together, I want you to bend me over, return atll those tender licks I’ve given your cunt, and then shove that fucker in me. I want you to dick me down like I did to you that first night, any position you can think of, any pace you want, just as long as you give me that load. I want to feel my boy’s cum leaking out my hole, I want you to scoop it up with your fingers when it does and feed it to me” I’m saying this as I push the needle. He’s so turned on I have to remind him to breath. We both stare intently as the flash of blood reigsters, quickly fills the rig. I can see that both of our cocks somehow get even harder, his jumping from the first taste of a slam, mine jumping from the sight of his jumping. I unclip the tourniquet. “See you in the stratosphere boy.” I stare directly into his eyes as I push the plunger as quickly as I safely can, and pull the needle out. His eyes dilate right in front of me, his face flushes, chest turns red and he starts coughing, saying “thank you daddy thank you daddy holy fuck thank you daddy oh my god daddy thank you fuck “ I know what he’s feeling because in an instant, I’m feeling it tool. I haven’t even finished coughing and he throws himself against me, tackling me the way he’s tackled countless men in his dorm. Before I even know it, his face is buried in my ass, his clean shaven face between my ass cheeks, and he’s lapping at my hole. I can feel him savoring the taste as he kisses my hole passionately. I feel him take in several deep breaths, drinking in my musk and ball sweat like it was the finest wine, like he was a thirsty man in the desert. And then, I feel it. His cock. His beautiful, gorgeous, uncut cock is pressed right againt my hole. The precum mixing easily with his spit, and through his cock head, I can feel him trembling. “Thank you daddy. Time to make this cunt mine.” I don’t say anything, I just growl, And then, he pushes in. And just like my first time fucking him, he doesn’t even have to push. My hole pulls him in. Ever inch, every millimeter filling me up and sending shudders of pleasure rippling throughout my body. He bottoms out, his pubs against my ass, his balls dangling. He’s still for a moment, and I instinctively know that he’s making a deliberate effort to remember every second of this moment, of every sensation he’s feeling with his cock buried deep in his daddy’s ass. “Thank you kindly son. This feels incredble, now if you’d be so good, I want you to fuckin rape me.:” It’s his turn to growl, and he begins thrusting slowly, deliberately, The cameras are capturing every angle of it perfectly, as he slowly pulls his cock out, the lips of my hole straining, practically begging him not to pull out completely. He gets to his head, the slightest bit of fleshy pink just barely past my asshole, and then with the same deliberate pace, pushes it back in. I’m transfixed at watching his eyes watch his cock as it slides back in. He does this three or four times before changing his gaze, meeting my eyes in the mirror -- rentman is right, it really is so fucking hot to see that beautiful green hue locked on you in the mirror, consumed by lust and possession… And now, an animalistic, primal masculinity fueled by the knowledge that this cunt is now his, my hole to be stretched and licked and fucked and bred at his leiesure, just as his is fo rmine. Anothe growl from me prompts a growl from him. And then it begins. His pace goes from zero to sixty, the intensity of his thrusts could transform coal into diamonds, the waves of pleasure overwhelming both of us as his cock hits my prostate again and again and again, his eyes locked on the mirrors where an infinite regress of Jack’s fucking his daddy senseless, and indeed i am - my eyes are rolling back uncontrollably, I’m making these gutteral noises where once there were words, so overwhelmed I am by how fucking amazing his dick feels, how fucking amazing this boy I created and shaped and molded and fucked and fucked and fucked is now the one fucking me. Between the slam, our natural lust for each other, the tenderness of those minutes right before we points, and the knowledge that there are several more cocks and holes downstairs, connected to men we both desire, men we know are honest and upstanding, leading lives with integrity and purpose, and utterly as piggy and depraved and kinky and sexual as we are, neither Jack nor I last very long. He fucks me for all of five minutes before his cock erupts into me. Feeling the white hot streaks of cum hitting every square inch of my ass that he just dug lout, and hearing his growl turn to grunts turn to a primal scream of triumph send me over the edge, and I cum so hard I lose my vision for a few seconds. Almost a minute goes by before the last convulsions of this, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever expeienced, subsides, during which time my hole clenching on Jack’s dick causes him to cum again, adding more cum to my hole, more certainty to his claim to it. When he finally starts to pull out of me, I actually whimper a little, and my knees buckle. I fall out of doggy style, trying to catch my breath, and then flip over so I can see his angelic face, those glorious green eyes, which greet mine with a satisfaction and contentment neither he nor I knew existed. He leans in for a kiss, one that’s long and slow and filled with love and gratitude and the promise of more to come. He’s such a great kisser I think, as I feel his arm move, his hand graze my dick and my balls, as his fingers snake their way up my ass, to my hole where it seams like a gallon of cum is starting to leak out. Without saying a word, he pulls his hand back and holds it over my face, my mouth open and my eyes locked on his hand, on the cum he just shot in me, as he lets if fall off his fingers, into my mouth, all over my face. I’ve never tasted anything so good in my life. He leans in, and slowly laps up every drop of cum that spilled onto my face, savoring it in his mouth before coming back to mine with a kiss. We taste each other; his cum, my ass, all mingling together as we kiss, passionately, intensely, our cocks rousing back to life, hard and harder. We’re so focused on this moment, so amped up from the drugs and each other, that both of us have forgotten the men downstairs… Who, having watched us on the feed Dave and Derek set up, have come up to our room, each of them naked, eyes filled with the same deviant lust, pipes and points in hand, with their massive fucking cocks pointed right at us. None of us speak. None of us need to. In an instant, Jack and I are on our knees, next to each other doggy style, assholes beckoning this throng of studs to join our little party. This video is going to kill is what I think as Derek lines up behind me, rentman saddles up behind my son, the sheriff positioning his cock right in front of my face and young trucker’s cock in front of Jack’s. Yes, I truly fuckin love my son. And he truly loves me fuckin him.

I had originally intended on this being a three part, but now likely four or five parts

Sorry extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof, I need a video Guys losing interest with you!!! Naaaa

Spent yesterday afternoon at the Adult Book Store that is a 30 minute drive from where I live. I cleaned good before leaving the house. I got there about 3pm, there was a few cars in the lot so I didn't know what to expect. I paid and went to the arcade hoping I would have better luck than the last two times I went, which I was only able to find guys that wanted sucked off. There was 3 guys walking around and 2 guys in a booth sucking each other. I ended up going to a booth alone waiting for someone to join me, it didn't take long when the guy that was getting sucked came into my booth and undid his pants and give me his cock to suck, it wasn't huge, but it was hard with big balls. After about ten minutes he filled my mouth with his load. It was looking like another slow afternoon when I heard another guy walk into the arcade area, so I walked around to see what he was up to. He already had his cock out jacking it, so I ask him if he wanted company, he nodded for me to come in so I went down on him. At the same time as I was doing him I heard another enter the arcade. I was really getting into sucking this guy when I felt another guy behind me feeling me ass. I looked at the guy I was sucking and motioned for me to suck the other guy. He's a black guy that had a good size soft cock that I put in my mouth and started sucking, in no time he was hard, he directed me back to the other guy and pulled my shorts down and started rubbing his cock on my ass, I was really horny for some cock in my ass and he knew it. I handed him some lube and he opened my hole with his fingers and lubed his cock and started pushing it in, he was big and it hurt but I hadn't been fucked in 3 mouths. After a few minutes he got it all the way in and started fucking me real good, I was in fag heaven, cock in my ass and cock in my mouth. As I looked around there were others I could see watching with their dick in there hands. The guy I was sucking unloaded and another took his place, so I kept going, the black guy started telling me what a slut I was as he was slamming me with his big cock, the guy I was sucking pulled out oh my mouth and cum on my face and shirt. About 2 minutes later the black guy unloaded in my ass, I cleaned him off and he said he needed a break. As I sat there covered in cum another guy came in with his dick out to be sucked, so I did. I was ready to leave and got talking to the black guy and after a few words we ended up going another round. I left after that totally satisfied. I got home around 9, and the wife looked at me and asked how my afternoon was, I said good, she said I can tell by the stains on your shirt.

Who answers the door? A little duct tape (I use Guerilla brand) on the latch and it's ez access for tops.

Bathouses are the best because you have an escape plan if things go bad, plus lots of bathouses have big rooms for orgies Nothing worse then hosting, home or hotel, and wanting to get rid of the guy. Much easier at bathhouse since the other guy can always find someone else

Yes - same here... getting fucked is nice, but getting used and feeling you're a cumdump for more than just one gay top is bliss... Don't need to know their names or where they're from, their live, etc. Just a hard bang fuck, unloading a huge amount of cum in my warm hole and then: NEXT !

CHAPTER 2 EV: As I woke up, I knew I wasn’t in my own bed, and something was very wrong. Nothing seemed to be wrong, other than being groggy, but I was safe and whole, still fully dressed. Then I remembered the Mr. Rugged and panicked a bit. I started to move to sit up. “Easy now, beautiful, you’re OK, and safe. You passed out on me in the truck, and since I didn’t have your home address, yet, I brought to home and put you in the guest room.” “Oh. Thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. That’s never happened to me before.” “Here, take these ibuprofen and drink some water.” My handsome savior handed over a couple of pills and a bottle of water. I opened the bottle, popped the pills and emptied the bottle. “Thanks again” “Sure. Now, unless you want me to take you home right now, why don’t you sit up here with me tell me what you had in mind before crashing out on me.” He grabbed me and pulled me over to sit between his stretched out legs; my back to his chest. I gave out a sigh and let myself sink into his embrace. “Well, I like getting manhandled, like you just did.” He pulled my hair back and laid a kiss under my ear. “I like getting kissed under my ear, too. But really, I just like being submissive.” “That’s music to my ears.” We sat like that and chatted for bit. His scruff making my neck raw from his kissing and his rubbing. His hands roaming my chest and under my top. In no time, I was sweating and felt too hot in my skin. His touches and grunts were like sparks under my skin. I felt wired. I couldn’t stop squirming and just wanted more and more of him. BEN: I knew when the ecstasy had kicked in. My little hole was moaning and writhing in my hands. I’d had to clamp my legs over his to keep him still. It was time to get this show on the road. I moved out from under them and rolled them under me, pinning them to the mattress. Grinding against them to keep them distracted. I moved their hands over their head and before they knew it, I had their wristed secured to the cuffs on the headboard. “Hey! What the fuck!” I cut his complaint off with a kiss. “Ssssh, beautiful, and be good for me. Let me be in charge here, and I promise to make you fly.” I grabbed a handful of their head and bared their throat to me, and I went after it, sucking a nice big bruise into their skin. I grinned at myself, knowing this wouldn’t be the only bruise I left. “Stay right there, and I’ll be back for you in just a moment”. I left the room and quickly picked up a few things I wanted to use as this stage: more restraints, a gag, my bowie knife, and a blindfold. I had plenty of T and other things in the room with my Hole, already. Now my beast was ready to come out to play. I walked back into the room and sat everything down at the foot of the bed out of my Hole’s sight. I held onto the blindfold and crawled onto the bed, straddling Ev, leaning over and giving him a big wet kiss. I knew the ecstasy was in full effect as they moaned into my mouth and squirmed under me. I slipped the blindfold over their eyes with sweet talk calming their nerves. Once I had my Hole bound, blindfolded, and squirming, it was time to really get started on his training. I grabbed stuff out of the nightstand, including lube and a small plug. I lubed up the plug and leaned over and started sucking Ev’s cock while gently playing with their ass with the plug. I wanted to get them squirming and begging for more. Once I got the plug seated, I removed it and stuffed my Hole over and over; I wanted to train it to not resist. I grabbed a very well dosed booty bump and pulled the plug out, quicky replaced it with the syringe and flooded it with the chemmed saline. I forced another bigger plug up my Hole with one forceful push, eliciting a whine and moan from Ev. I left the plug for a few minutes, as I wanted the saline to properly absorb for anything more. I leaned over and gave Ev more and more kisses and spent more time sucking bruises into their tender neck and shoulders. Once I was sure thing were well absorbed based on Ev’s reactions, I grabbed the gag and calmed them with sweet talk as I gagged my Hole’s sweet mouth. At this point, it was time to really start training. I moved back down between their legs….I had pulled out a few dildos and plugs, some quite large. I had some finely crushed T on hand. I pulled out the plug from my Hole’s cunt and toyed with it…plunging it back in, making that tight rim stretch around it until it wasn’t giving me any more resistance. I rolled the tip of the plug in the crushed T and then brutally shoved it back inside the cunt, hearing Ev squeak and whine and groan around the gag in the mouth. I picked up and lubed up a fat 10” dildo. My beast was over this play and it was time to ruin. I yanked out the plug and immediately shoved the fat dildo to the hilt. I loved the sounds of pain and discomfort coming from higher up on the bed. I watched my Hole struggle to adjust, but I wasn’t letting that happen. I pulled it all the way out and before the little cunt could even close it went all the way back in. I did this over and over, again and again until I could fell no more resistance. I was growling with ever sob and jerk of this lithe body bound in this bed. Over and over….over and over, I brutalized my Hole. I grabbed another plug and coated the tip in crushed T again and forced it deep inside. My Hole wasn’t nearly out of their mind enough for what I planned next. I stepped off the bed and grabbed my knife and a torch from the bedside table. I leaned over and removed my Hole’s gag. I wanted to hear them for this part. Ev was sobbing and moaning and begging me. I was kissing them and brushing their hair back and calming them with quiet words. “It’s OK sweetheart, you were so good for me. I loved watching how your beautiful body sang for me. You’re such a sweet thing. So beautiful, so submissive, so mine.” I calmed them to the best I could given I know their cunt was stuffed and sore, knowing they were high and the chems had their body wanting something…just more of whatever something it was. “Be a good little hole for me and let your Master have you. I know you want like this next part, but I will, and I know you want to please me and satisfy me”. I stepped back and slid a little paper mask over his mouth and nose; a little paper mask that held a cotton ball soaked in poppers. My little Hole would need to a little more now. I reached over and picked up the knife, lit the torch and started running my blade through the blue flame. A huge grin crossed my face and could hardly wait.

Like everyone else, It'll be so much easier to show than tell

I rather show you...

So anyway, time for an update. I've still been going to the parties, but now that I've been pozzed a lot of the thrill of the risk of bottoming is gone. But all is not lost because although I never really got into topping before, now it is super exciting to pump a charged load into a possibly neg and unsuspecting hole. I still go and get locked in my bondage spreader bar like before and take a couple loads but now the host releases me after a couple and we search for a bottom who might want to try it out. We never fail to find one. And they never ask about status or anything like that. I love watching a fat guy like me ass up and helpless to stop any top from mounting him and stretching and pounding his hole. Well, I like any guy who tries it. It's so hot knowing they will take anon cum. I like to wait until a bottom has several loads in and then take my turn and blast my toxic load in with the other usually unknown ones. Not all unknown though because I've seen several tops with biohazard or scorpion tats using the bound bottoms. At least two of the other bottom guys who have tried it have already tested poz too. I don't know if it was me for sure or not, but my VL is super high. My doctor is really getting on me about getting on meds, but I'm thinking about quitting seeing him and switching to another clinic that doesn't know of my status. I'm really glad that I've found another way to keep things hot!

One of the precepts of social protocol at the Baths is that it’s best NOT ask about Status. Yes, you may be asked to put on a Condom, but rarely will you be asked if you're POZ or NEG. It's generally assumed, erroneously so, that POZ guys will either seek out other POZ guys or do without. Case in point: I invited two hot Latino Boys to my room. They were Lovers, and had never done a three-way before. We started off sixty-nining, and the older one whispered that he'd love to see me fuck his BF. The BF in question was maybe five years younger, early twenties, slender, and really cute. I was all about tagging his Ass, so I mounted the Cunt. Just as I was about to slide in, he said, "Wait! Put on a Condom!" I tried to hide my vexation, and thought I could start with a Condom and slip it off later. But once I had the Rubber in place, the Kid changed his mind, and wouldn't let me fuck him at all. Frustrated, I made myself clear. "OK. I'm gonna to lie back and close my eyes. Either one of you climbs on my Dick, or there’s the door." The Older One eased his Cunt down on my rubber-coated Shaft. Though the Latex cut the sensation, he made a valiant effort, rocking back and forth on my Rod, as his nervous Lover looked on. While the Kid was distracted unscrewing his Poppers, the Boyfriend slipped off the Condom and pressed it into my palm. NOW THAT WAS MORE LIKE IT! I could feel his slimey Pussy milkin' my Death Stick. He whispered in my ear, "Bareback is Better!" and he didn’t know how right he was. We switched positions so that I was on Top fucking him Doggy style, and he leaned forward and whispered to his young Paramour that it was cool cause we were doing safe sex. The Youngster was getting fucked up on his Poppers, so he was slow to react when I pulled out of his Lover and plunged into him. Between his high from the Poppers and the exhortations of his Lover, he was more amenable to getting fucked than before. He made a few futile attempts to see if I was still sheathed; but his quick-witted Lover arrested his hand, assuring him I was okay. It didn't take long for the older Dude to shoot all over us, and my own Balls were tingling. I didn't let on as I began to spasm and spurt, so the Youth didn't have a clue I was breeding his Ass. To top it all off, I made a great show of toying with the discarded Rubber, like I was rolling it off. As they left, the Senior blew me a kiss. In response I ran my hand over his departing Butt. My lone regret was that I had only one LOAD to share between the two of them, and I hadn't bred the Elder, too.

Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

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