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I arrived at the bathhouse around 10 p.m.. I went straight to the sling and climbed aboard. I decided to wear nothing but a leather chest harness and a blindfold. The harness had a small pouch attached which I kept poppers in. I sniffed them in liberally. By 11 p.m. I already had five loads lubricating my ass. There was no way I was going to let the bear and his scorpion tattoo friend have the honour of being first to breed me. When they arrived there was a line of tops waiting their turn. My ass hardly had a moments rest before the next raw cock would be in it after I received another breeding. Three more guys bred me in quick succession before the bear’s friend with his scorpion tattoo got to me. “Finally, I get to breed your wimpy ass.” He called out as he reached me. I removed the blindfold to confirm it was him. I invited anyone with long fingernails to scratch up my gut walls before I would let him slide on in. The bear played along, the other’s didn’t need to know I was already poz. Besides, I wanted to be sure they all got a close look at the tattoo, a chance to know I was inviting his sting ‘to take’. Five guys, including the bear, reached in my ass to cut my gut walls as I inhaled poppers over and over again. I was totally spun out by the time he got a chance to claim my hole with his big poz dick. “Poz me up man. Give me your scorpion sting.” I called this out loudly to hold the audience. It worked as a dozen guys crowded in to get the best view of his raw poz cock invading my sloppy ass. He fucked me with no mercy. My head was spinning enough that I hardly noticed this, but I was fully aware and flying high on the crowd cheering us on. My exhibitionist self running the show. I don’t know how long he pounded me before he called out for all to hear. “I’m close. I’m going to breed you with my toxic juice , knock you up.” I followed him by calling to the crowd; “What do you guys think? Should I let this fucker breed and convert me?” A chorus of “Fuck yeah!”, “Knock him up”, “Fuckin poz him”, and such cat calls filled the air. This brought him over the top. I couldn’t feel the spray on my gut walls, but the convulsions of his tool were unmistakable. That’s when I saw the phone. One of the audience had video tapped this breeding. Maybe the show wasn’t over. “Let me see that, please.” The guy with the phone was backing away cautiously, he looked scared shitless. “You’re not in trouble, I’m not angry with you, I just want to see the video.” It was a fucking fantastic video clip. It caught the scorpion tattoo as well as the raw cock going into my hole. It caught every word that was said. It was also crystal clear that he had orgasmed deep in my ass. As delighted as I was with the clip my breeder was livid. He tried to grab the guy’s phone away from him. “You can’t have a fucking phone in here! Give me that God damn phone, or I’ll go to the front desk and get you tossed out of here on your ass.” “Hold your horses here. It’s not that bad. He didn’t get either of our faces. What’s the harm? Besides we could increase our fun.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You want the video gone. Right?” “Fuck yeah.” “Well, I want a copy of it. Let’s make a wager. I doubt you got infected and that scorpion tattoo from topping?” “It’s none of your business!” The bear chimed in, "Come on slut, you know I fucked, bred and pozed your sorry ass." These words were directed at his friend with the scorpion tattoo. Then he directed his words to me. "He’s as much a pussy bottom as he is a top no matter what he tries to make you believe." “Here’s the wager. We each offer up our asses for the next half hour. If I take more loads up the ass then you, he keeps his phone, and sends me a copy of the video clip. If you take more loads than me then he’ll erase the clip right here so you can go home happy.” I looked at the guy with the phone, “Does that work with you bud?” “Awe … yeah … I guess so.” “That thing has a timer, right?” “Yeah” “Set the alarm for thirty minutes. You in on this mister toxic scorpion?” “Only if I get the sling.” “Good enough. Don’t start the clock until he is in this sling and I’m leaning against that wall with my cummy ass ready and waiting.” I climbed out, he climbed in. I leaned against the wall and pulled my ass cheeks apart. The guy with the phone called out “GO”. In a split second we both had cocks entering our asses. Mine slid right in balls deep, I was so well lubricated. He was dry and it took a bit of time for his top to get in. My top went right into pounding me. Nothing I hadn’t experienced earlier in the evening. Scorpion cried out he needed time to adjust, time for his ass to relax. By the time he said he was ready I was already receiving my first breeding. With that start his guy was pretty cautious and didn’t get right into it when Scorpion begged him to speed up; “pound me hard man, breed my ass, fast.” His top finally hollered out his orgasm. By then I had three loads on board, only ten minutes had elapsed. “Three to your one, you gonna concede this now, or keep goin? The more time and the more cocks I ride the happier I’ll be, it’s up to you.” “Fuck you man, I’m not conceding anything.” We were both already being fucked by new tops. With his ass prelubricated the next guy was immediately into the hilt and pounding away. In the next ten minutes he took five loads to my three. We were tied. “Your turn to concede bud. You can’t break this tie in ten minutes.” “If I’m goin down, I’m goin down tryin. Come on guys, keep those raw cocks cuming!” I was so busy with one guy after the other shooting their loads as they slid in, or just after two or three strokes that I had no idea how scorpion was doing. I was up seven new loads. He had to be taking them as fast or faster than me, which I didn’t think was possible, but he was up eight loads and there was just one minute left. That’s when a guy that had been vigorously stroking his rod pushed it into me unloading as he went. Tie game. We were down to the wire. That’s when the guy with the phone bulldozed into my ass, pumped about five times and blasted his man juice into me. The alarm sounded about ten seconds before scorpion received his last load from his friend the bear, my co-lead in the play, the guy that had indeed knocked me up. I stood and turned from the wall as a few guys high fived me. The guy with the phone took my name and phone number assuring me he’d Whatsapp the clip to me ASAP. Scorpion was making moves to get out of the sling. I called to the closest guys, “Please give me a hand and keep him in that contraption.” Four guys stepped in to help secure his hands and feet in stirrups. I called to the guy with the phone “Record this for me.” I got down and started feltching out his sloppy hole. When I had a mouthful, I moved up and snowballed two of his captors. As I looked in his face, I showed him the cum left in my mouth and then made a show of swallowing every remaining drop. I moved back to his ass filling my mouth once again. This was snowballed to my other two helpers. He tried to look away, but I grabbed his chin and turned him to see what was left in my mouth and then I savored swallowing small portions until my mouth was empty. Again, I returned my mouth to his cum filled rectum, sucking the load mix out until my cheeks bulged. I moved up to within inches of his face and spat the entire mouthful. He hadn’t had time to close his eyes and they turned bloodshot instantly. High fiving as I made my way back between his legs I pushed on in with my naked cock. He groaned as I bottomed out. It felt fantastic on my bare rod to be in his hot cummy ass. “So, you concede now?” “You won fair and square.” “So I get a bonus? To fuck and breed you?” “Yes please, be my guest.” “Have you four guys bred me yet?” to my helpers. One said he had. “How be you three fuck me while I give it to this guy?” I had barely finished the sentence when the biggest of the tree cocks was pistoning away, it felt so amazing to have the extra help driving me deeper into scorpion. After about twenty strokes he said he was close and asked where I wanted his load, “Don’t ask , just paint my fuckin guts man.” I could hardly keep from cumming myself as he unloaded in me, but I wanted this show to last ‘til scorpion watched another two loads deposited in my ass bank. The next top was a compact hairy cub who slid in me deep and hugged his hairy torso to my back. His hot sweaty body was so fucking erotic, again I was afraid I couldn’t hold off my tingling balls. When I leaned over to kiss my scorpion bottom the cub just rode on my back causing him to push into me even deeper. More than he could handle he moaned as he released shooting rope after rope to join the toxic mix already in me. Number three lined up and slowly sank his snake into my eager ass. We got a great train fuck rhythm going. This lasted about ten minutes when my bottom started begging for my “last negative load”. “You want it up your ass, or down your throat?” “You won; you decide.” As he spoke, number three started to groan as his cock convulsed in my now very sensitive ass. I wanted the crowd and the video to see me cum, so I pulled out and had guys help scorpion out of the sling and kneeling on the slippery floor. As I approached, he opened his mouth and swallowed my sword to the hilt. I grabbed his hair and face fucked him as he gagged and sputtered. I soon knew I couldn’t hold off. I let the first blast slosh directly down his throat and pulled out for the rest. Each volley plastered his nose, cheeks, eyes and hair with thick rivulets off my baby making juices. He started to wipe his face and pushed some more cum into his bloodshot eye. He screamed in pain as tears flowed freely. “What the fuck man? cum shouldn’t hurt this much.” “What about poz cum? You ever had that in your eyes before?” “But your negative, my load couldn’t infect you that fast.” “Who said I was negative bud, I converted last week. That’s some toxic shit you just pushed in your eye.” Turning to the guys with the camara, “Did you get all that?” “Fuck yeah, that was so hot! I didn’t miss a thing, you and your friends are going to get off on this, better than any porn I’ve ever seen.” At this point the last voice I expected to hear was from scorpion; “So, when do we play next, why don’t you come home with me.” The bear spoke next, “Yeah what a great idea, and I have a better bar.” “Fuck guys, you two are unbelievable. I have an idea. Come to my show night after next.” The excited bear; “So you are coming back to let me breed you on stage. Great!” “Yup, I’m going to return to the play. Hey cub, yeah you; I’ll give you comp tickets for two nights from now if you’ll come back with us after the show to the bear’s house. I hope you are negative.” He affirmed that he was indeed negative and just tested last week. “Great. I’ll knock you up while the other two take turns breeding my poz ass. Everybody in?” The cub ran over and planted a kiss square on my lips. “I’ll take that as a yes. You scorpion?” “Fuck yeah you poz cum slut, fuckin A.” “You bear? You in?” “You couldn’t keep me away. Fuck Yeah.”

I live in an exclusive neighborhood in the outskirts of downtown San Antonio. The area is wrought with uppity high society types who think they are to good for some people so I keep pretty much to myself. I am a single executive with a large company to run and usually don't have much in the way of leisure time. So I value what time I have and enjoy swimming laps in my back yard pool. No, this is not another pool boy and lonely guy story. Yesterday, I got home about 7pm and it was hotter that hell. I walked through the house from the garage and peeled my clothes off as I went. By the time I reached the pool I was naked. Now one of the reasons I bought this house was because it was surrounded by a 12 ft high wall and large oak trees. As I walked into the pool, out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement along the top of the wall in the corner. But at that moment all I wanted to do was cool off. When I made the turn at the end of the pool and started to stroke back across I could see the top of a head and a set of eye peeking at me. Well being a bit of an exhibitionist and very proud of my hard 40 year old body and 7 inches of uncut cock, I just rolled onto my back and backstroked across the pool, away from the peeper. The though of someone spying on me gave me a raging hard-on and I played it to the hilt. I backstroked across the pool a couple more times, each time making sure that my peeper was still watching. Finally I walked out of the pool and over to the cabana and grabbed a towel and very purposefully faced way from my peeper and dried my hard body paying particular attention to drying the crack of my well muscled ass. The touch of the rough terry cloth on my butt hole was to much. I sat down in a lounge and began stroking my cock. I think that my peeper was having a hard time of his own. When I looked directly into his eyes for the first time, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. I motioned for him to join me. He climbed over the wall and dropped to the ground. This young guy looked about 19 or 20 was walking toward me with a look like he was going to eat me. As he came toward me he was pulling off his shorts and T-shirt revealing a buffed young darkly tanned body. Without saying a word he just knelt down beside my chair and engulfed by cock. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then and there. This kid had an extremely hot mouth and knew exactly how to make it give pleasure. I was on the verge of loosing my load when he grasped the base of my cock and squeezed tightly, all the while keeping the head in his mouth and his tongue in the piss hole to keep me from shooting. I reached out and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up off my cock and had him stand next to my chair. His 8 inches were standing at attention and that is just what it got. I lavished attention on this young hot cock. He spoke for the first time and warned me that he was going to shoot. I did him the way he did me, I squeezed the base of his cock and thought I was going to stop him from coming, HA, he shot this huge load of come all over my face and chest. I also was able to catch a few globs in my mouth ,because good come should not be wasted. He started to apologize and I stopped him. I didn't care that he had covered me with his spunk. I was now ready for more. I reached over to the table beside the chair and grabbed a bottle of baby oil that I use to keep up my tan and had him turn around. I stood up and squirted a glob of baby oil into my hand and then rubbed some on his young hot ass hole and then placed the head of my cock at the opening. He asked that I take my time because he had not done this before and wanted to savor the feeling of losing his ass cherry. Well being a man of action, and being extremely horny by now I worked very hard at not just attacking his hole. I allowed the head to just pop past his ring and he was right, this was a virgin asshole and I was about to come just thinking about it. So I slowly began to move into his ass, moving fractions at a time and then backing off, and then in again and then out. This was driving both of us crazy, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking away, and I began to really get into the groove, and was fucking this hot young anonymous guy for all I was worth. I know I was going all the way to my pelvic bone and then out again and he began to groan and moan and beg for me to come. That was all I really needed, I let loose a huge load in his hole that caused me to become weak and I pulled out and sat down on the lounge chair. He climbed right into my lap placed him arms around my neck and kissed my lips and face and neck like I had never been kissed. By now it was getting pretty dark and the night lights around the pool area were coming on. We sat there cuddled up in the chair and got aquatinted. He was the perpetually horny young next door neighbor kid that had been watching me over the wall for several years and never had the guts to make a move. I was turned on because he explained how he had watched me and some of the guys that I brought home and fucked and sucked with around the pool. And now that he was back in town he decided that this time he was going to come over the wall and have sex with me. We enjoyed a long hot summer in Texas.

A black fuck buddy who I haven't seen in almost me up to blow clouds and be his cumslut. As usual I stripped as soon as I got there, he loaded his pipe and me blow clouds for the first time in ages, while he went to dart himself in the bathroom. He grows from 9.5 to a full 10 inches, whenever he does this. I waited on the bed to suck him, getting him lubed with my spit. We made out for a while, before he moved me on my back and slid in. Damn I forgot how much I love him fucking me. We fucked for three hours and I made him come twice in a row before taking a brief break and got another load before I wore him out. Good times, and a video out of it to boot.

Online and on-site I present myself as vers. I really like both positions. In a 1-on-1 scenario, I tend to be 99% top. I also end up topping those tops who just want to try it *wink wink At a club, I go in as a bottom. I present my ass to the world with the properly declared goal of taking loads in. As the night wears out, it's time for me to switch roles and start fucking the hugnry holes. At the end, I always find a bottom with whom I have a better rythm. And that's the one who gets my load. I really don't like wasting my load and I love impregnating as many men with my seed.

More than a thousand men have pumped their semen into me. I can probably count the ones whose names I know in single digits. I would day I’ve gotten at least a glimpse of about a third of them. Another third, the only thing I’ve seen of them is what appears on their profile, and that’s usually a cock pic. The rest I never even saw, have no idea who they were, what they looked like, how they lived, what race or ethnicity they represented, or whether I would have wanted them inside me if I were to choose. That’s the way it should be for me, because I was trained that it is not for me to choose who I serve, and anonymous service takes choice out of the equation. I can say ‘No Loads Refused’, because it is functionally true, but it’s also a bit misleading - no loads are refused because no permission is asked. I simply advertise that my hole is open, accessible, and free to use, and receive everything that comes to use it. It’s been a successful strategy for bringing my service to a large number of men, even though I’m at an age when an older bottom might find hookups challenging. In another thread someone recently suggested I might feel conflicted about my self-image having taken so many men; some would probably assume that the fact that they’re mostly anonymous would lead me to feel shame. It does not in the least, any more than I would feel shame at serving a meal to a line of anonymous men in a soup kitchen, because my motive is the same. I doubt this is as titillating an answer as the OP was looking for when he asked the question, but there it is.

I can say that I am a true versatile . However, if there is no chemistry between myself and the other person, if the other person shows signs of not being that into it or if there are too many demands put on me then I struggle to stay hard. However if there is chemistry I can fuck for ages both top and bottom

The bear screamed as I slammed past his sphincter. If he thought he was going to get any mercy in my hate fuck he had another think coming. I didn’t wait or hesitate a millisecond, I was pile driving his ass with my raging hard cock. He continued to cry out every time I bottomed out, but clearly the pain had turned to pleasure. This infuriated me even more. I drove into him harder and harder, the slap of my body against his ass cheeks an ever-increasing rhythm. “Fuck he’s loving this rape!” From the other actor. “Help me turn him over.” I called When he was on his back with the other two pinning his lags to his shoulders my sword disappeared down is gaping hole. I could get even deeper and his cries of pain returned. I relished this and sadistically made every instroke more powerful. Tears were streaming down his face. I had never behaved like this in my life but found myself hoarcking up a big wad of phlegm and spitting it in his face. He looked shocked, but motioned with his right hand ‘bring it on’. The other two let loose with spit as well, one hitting him on the forehead the other in his open left eye. I was ready with another wad that went directly into his gapping mouth. Wiping his eye and swallowing he burst into a massive grin followed by a deep groan as once again I slam bottomed out. Seeing the grin on his face just turned up my anger and my hands were around his throat. He held me with deep eye contact and slightly nodded his head. Was he asking for this or daring me? I didn’t care. The grip of both my hands tightened, my thumbs pressing into his Adams apple. He looked to be in great pain but his gaze held me and he continued to nod encouragement. He couldn’t breath and he was turning scarlet red. “Fuckin A man, he loves this!” The other actor again. His face turned from red to purple. His eyes bulged, but he kept that permissive nod going. His face started turning blue and he was on the verge of passing out when the young man screamed in my face. “Stop, stop now, you’re going to choak him to death!” I had pulled off and stopped fucking with the first ‘s’ from the young stairwell fuck and the bear exploded into gasps of life saving air. I collapsed onto the floor sobbing. It seemed no time and I could hear the bear’s raspy voice; “That was fuckin awesome. God, I love a good choking! Love the adrenaline rush of fear as the thought ‘fuck, this guy’s gonna kill me!' sets in." The other actor stepped over me and plunged into the bear to take over where I had left off. Hands firmly around the bear’s neck. As the bears eyes bulged he was able to croak out , “Yeah, yeah!” There was no way I was going to allow him more pleasure so I quickly stood and pulled the other actor away. In the same motion I spun and fell back onto the bed edge with my legs spread and in the air. “Fuck me here and now” I barked. The other actor needed no encouragement and his raw cock was up my ass. He laid on a pretty decent fuck and was soon unloading deep inside me. My stairwell fuck was up my ass the moment the other actor pulled out. His erection had a big curve that made it prod my prostate with every instroke. He bellowed when he flooded my ass. The bear was ready to mount me next but I angrily demanded he lie on the bed. “I’m in control here, you get no fuckin control.” I had the other two aim the bears raging hardon at my hole as I straddled and lowered myself. As I bounced I dropped with the force of every ounce of my weight winding the bear over and over. After a few minutes of this I barked; “You ready for me to stop?” “No … ugh … No …araugh … No fuckin way!” My hands wrapped back around his neck once again. The fucker was mouthing ‘Thanks’. I was lost in rage and only stopped when the other two pulled my hands away. As I regained my breath I realized the bear was still under me. ‘Fuck, had I killed him?” As I had this thought he started coughing, spitting and gasping for breath. “Holy fuckin shit man! He really loved that! He orgasmed as he blacked out!” the other actor. As I got off I couldn’t hold all the cum that was draining from my ass. “Ok, time for you to finish knock us up. Maybe by the time you pump toxic loads into both of us this exhausted bear will be ready to up the chances of your impregnating us with the gift we so fuckin desperately need.” The other actor. I bent him over the edge of the bed and laid on the quickest pump and dump ever. My stairwell fuck was lying on the bed feet in the air as I finished breeding the other actor. I entered him with my cummy cock and the angelic look on his face and his soft smiling eyes melted away any anger I had been feeling. I made love to his hole, kissing his neck and lips for the next half hour. It was only after the bear slid in my ass and we train fucked that I began to feel anywhere near close to cumming. When the bear pushed into me deep and hard bellowing; “Fuckin breeding you poz slut” I was pushed over the edge and sprayed inside the stairwell fuck. The bear quickly retrieved his phone from his pants. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I enquired. “Well first I’m going to get a picture of your cummy ass. No, let’s make that a video, you got anything left in there to push out?” I bent over to accommodate him and when the phone was recording pushed out a huge wet fart. He was holding the phone so close I covered it with the cum mix from the three men. “You said firstly, what else did you have in mind?" I wondered out loud. As he poked away at the cum covered buttons the bear responded. “It’s time I call my friend with the scorpion tattoo. Clearly you are now ready to receive his toxic load.” “Do I want his poison load? Yes. Do I need it right now? No. Tell him to meet us tomorrow at the mid-town baths. What time will there be the biggest crowd?” “11 pm” from the other actor. “Tell him 11 p.m., he’ll find me in the sling taking any and all loads, no questions asked. I need a crowd cheering as his raw cock breaches my cummy hole and I take the sting of his scorpion tattoo when he breeds me."

Chapter 2 – They get in deep In Chapter 1, I told the story of my birthday, and how my friend Dave planned a little party for me. After Dave and I started playing, our mutual friend, Chris, showed up too. I had never partied with Chris, so this was new to both of us. After lots of rimming and fucking, Chris was working my hole over, and had all of his fingers in my ass. I told Chris to add some more lube. Then I took a big hit of poppers in each nostril and told him to put his fist in me. He looked surprised since we had never done that before, but he added his thumb to his fingers and got his fist in up to the knuckles. I told him to push a little harder and he popped into my ass. Chris’s eyes grew wide as he realized that his hand was inside me. I told him to hold it mostly still, but he was vibrating with the excitement. Of course, I could feel every movement of his hand inside me. I coached him through some light fisting, getting him to work over my ass from the inside. He wanted to take another smoke break, so he pulled out, and they helped me out of the sling. Neither of them had seen me take a fist before, so that was a big topic of conversation while we rested, smoked and rehydrated. We all fingered my ass while we sat there. Dave really wanted to get his paw in my ass too. He has been a fister before, so he knows what he’s doing in there. I got back in the sling with my ass spread wide. Dave lubed up his hand and a good way up his arm. Chris saw how far up he had lubed it and said that there was no way it was going in that deep. Dave looked at me and I smiled to let him know that he could go deep. Dave thought he should add another shard to my ass. Since I had a few days to recover, it was OK with me. Of course, by that point, pretty much anything was OK with me. He showed me the shard on his finger, and it was a big one. He worked it into my ass and circled it around. With all the earlier lube, there was less burn, but I still felt it melting. While the shard was taking effect, Dave played around my hole, and I sucked Chris’s cock. Dave asked how I was feeling, and I pulled off Chris and tried to answer. Since I could barely form the right words, Dave knew I was well spun. He worked more fingers in and then made eye contact with me, asking permission to penetrate me all the way. I nodded yes, and he went for it. He had to twist his hand to get it in, but it went in pretty easily. He was in a little past his wrist and let it sit there for a while for me to get used to it. His hand is big and it felt great in my ass. Dave told me to take some poppers, so I inhaled in both nostrils. Chris moved to the bottom of the sling to watch what was going on. Once the poppers were capped, Dave started to slowly move his hand in my ass. A little back and forth, a little twisting, a little spreading his fingers. I was soaring from the T and the poppers, and the overall sex fueled atmosphere. Dave started working a little more on depth then. While Dave was working my ass and Chris was crouched down watching, another guy came in the door. This guy was new to me. His name was Jake, and he was amazingly well built. He had a handsome, rugged face. When he took off his shirt, I was greeted with his hairy and well-built chest. He removed his pants and was also wearing a Nasty Pig jock. Mine was pulled aside to show my T dick and it was soaked in lube and other fluids. Jake came over and pressed his jock into my face. It smelled great, with the scents of cum, lube, and a little bit of piss. Jake lit the pipe and took some deep hits. I looked up at him and he shotgunned me the next hit. I figured “what the fuck” since I was going to be worked over for a while longer and had plenty of time to recover. Jake looked at Dave and said that he didn’t know that fisting was on offer. Dave said that he didn’t know it either, but I seemed to be up for it. I sure as hell was! Jake pulled out his cock and I sucked him for a bit. He wanted to fuck so he asked Dave if he would pull out so that Jake could get his cock in me. Dave said that was fine, so he worked his hand out of my ass and moved out of the way to let Jake fuck me. Of course, his 8” uncut cock slid right in. I clamped down as much as I could, and Jake seemed to like it. He was able to go deep and worked his cock all around my ass. He fucked me for a while and Dave and Chris took another break to watch and smoke. I felt Jake pick up the pace and he said that he was going to cum. I told him to breed me, and he let loose with a hot torrent of cum. He deposited it deep inside me and kept his cock in my ass. While still inside me, he told me that he can only cum once while he’s been partying and that his cock probably wouldn’t get hard again. We talked about other ways to play, and he was OK with some dildo play and fisting. I needed another break, so Jake helped me out of the sling and over to the couch. I collapsed next to Chris and Dave handed me a sports drink. This time, we took a longer break, but Chris looked over at me fingering my ass and decided to help me out by adding his fingers too. It was good that we didn’t go too deep since that let Jake’s cum get absorbed into my ass. After more smoking, I climbed back in the sling. Dave got his Erebus dildo from Topped Toys to work into my ass. It’s the biggest one, with a max 14” around and 10” insertable. He lubed it up good and started to slowly work it into my ass. It gets widest about halfway through, so it took some time (and poppers) to get it in. Once it was in, he pulled it almost all the way out, really stretching my ass. He would turn it in my ass, letting me feel it all over my insides. I looked over to the couch where Jake was plowing Chris with a different dildo. They looked like they were having fun and Dave was distracting me with the dildo in my ass, so I paid attention to him and what was going on there. He shoved it all the way in and told me to hold it in place. He walked over to his wall of toys, picked a medium sized butt plug and bent over with his ass facing me to insert it in his hairy hole. Then he could feel the plug in his ass while working the dildo in my ass around and in and out. This left Jake as the only one with an empty ass. Chris came over to work the Erebus in my ass for a while. Dave was watching and I’d occasionally suck his dick or play with the toy in his ass. Jake was watching it all from the couch, slowly stroking his soft cock. I didn’t know if he was into having his ass played with, but it looked like a great ass and hole. Chris was really getting into playing with the toy in my ass. I took some popper hits occasionally and would really zone out on the ass work then. Eventually, Jake came over to give Chris a break. Jake was driving the dildo in my hole while Chris went over to the couch and fucked himself with a smaller toy. Dave was still by my head, getting occasionally sucked by me. His cock was hard, but not as hard as it was earlier. Jake said he wanted to fist me. I suggested that he take a butt plug up his ass so that he could feel some fullness in his ass while fisting mine. He was OK with that, so he picked a butt plug and came over to have Dave insert it. It was hot watching the plug slide into this top guy’s hairy hole. Firmly plugged, Jake sat on a stool in front of my ass and lubed up his hands. He started with the left hand, playing around my ass and inserting his fingers. He lubed it some more and looked at me to see if I was ready for his fist. I nodded, and he twisted his hand into me. His hand was big, and it took some time to adjust to it. He started to move a little bit, but it seemed that I needed more relaxing to accommodate him. He suggested that we all do a booty bump since we were all filled with a fist, dildo or plug. Obviously, that was OK with me. So, they all found a good shard and saved the biggest one for me. I put one in Dave’s ass and spent some time working his ass. When we’ve played before, he’s usually shy about ass work, so I figured to take advantage of his horniness to have some fun. I put the plug back in Dave and Jake shoved the biggest shard up my ass. While we all waited for the buzz to hit, I kept fingering my hole. The burn was high up and it was obvious that the shard was in deep. As it melted, my brain entered a new state where all that mattered was my ass and having it filled. I asked Jake to fist me again and he did. His pupils were more dilated now as his shard took effect. He was really stretching my hole with his big hand, pulling almost all the way out before shoving back in. He worked that shard deeper, and it melted away. A hit of poppers helped when he shifted from his smaller left hand to his larger right. He fisted me with that for a while and then pulled out.

a little birdy tells me one of you dirty fuckers is doing the continuing story of young idealistic Dr Matthew's journey from condom cheerleader to pozzed up cumwhore, and i'm here for it !

Oh dear, oh dear, where do I start?! I would say that hosting a weekly, regular, sex party is almost a full time job. Here are things that you need to think about and organise: - Venue. If it is your home, you may want to set aside a couple of rooms just for play, then the kitchen and the toilet. You need to lock your other rooms. No valuables in the play or accessible area. Also, think about the garden, balcony or terrace. If you are on a higher floor, need to make sure that there is enough space there and that the railing is high enough for people. Also think about your neighbours. House, apartment, or anything else, you have to worry about neighbours. Even if you live on a farm, or in a chalet on top of the mountain, you still have noisy neighbours who may report you to police, just for fun. If it is not your home, then a different set of rules apply, but they are all consistent with the above: play area, toilet, cloakroom/ garderobe, etc. You have to at least cover everything with impermeable sheets (amazon has them). Remove any carpets, rugs, heirlooms, antique chairs and precious Sevres or Rosenthal porcelain from anywhere where it can be damaged. In the heat of the fucking, and hopefully cumming, nobody will pay much attention to that 17th century Japanese vase on the table next to the chair where the fucking is happening. - People invited. How are invitations sent and who/how you manage the RSVPs? Usually there is a 10:6:3 ratio. For 10 invited, 6 will responde, 3 will come. Rules for the invitees: such as no forwarding, no friends of friends, etc. You'd be surprised how many people show up at a party with a "friend" they picked up 10 min earlier on grindr ! Also, make sure people understand the concept of group sex, expecially when they are within your circle of acquaintances. Some people will not fuck with the others because they don't like them and then they ruin the mood of the party. So make sure, everyone gets along with everyone. - Lube and drugs. Not everyone will come with the lube on them. Make sure there is some available. Make sure you state clearly what drugs are allowed and what not. Depending on your jurisdiction, some drugs are legal, some are not. Poppers, weed, etc. Advice is to steer clear of any drugs other than popppers. And on the poppers subject, make sure you have a first aid kit. More than once, people confuse their nostrils with other parts of of their face. Not funny, Make sure there is enough paper towels and toilet papers in the bathroom. Also a plunger needs to be there, just in case. Trust me, a plunger can save the life of a party LOL - I assume that this is a bareback party. Make sure everyone understands and is clear about the risks. There's a significant number of people who are mesmerised and fascinated by the idea of raw sex, but after they have a load in their asses, they start feeling full of regrets and they go besirk to their doctor (and you) asking in panic for PEP. - Maintain a 4:1 ratio for tops vs. bottoms in the invite. This way you have a chance of an even number of top vs bottoms. Very few tops are exclusive top. A very large number of tops will certainly entertain a nice cock in the depths of their gut. - Make up a list of rules. From no phone, or no photos, to opening time and behaviour rules, these are all yours to make. Speaking of opening time... Ideally you want to organise something when noise and people traffic around your apartment shouldn't be much of a concern. Consider afternoon to mid-evening. Something like 16:00 t0 20:00. Be prepared to kick out the last two fucktards who just fell in love on your couch and they snore in a blissfull sleep. - Have a friend or two attend the party and make them the host and minder. They should be free to partake in the fun, but no drugs, alcohol for them. They should be your trusted home-guards. - If you have any pets, consider taking them out for the time of the party. Apart from allergies that some people may have, you will be exposing the poor animals to some very unnerving noises and strange people. Also, with smoke and fumes, that's not good for them. - Unorthodox as it may sound, IF you trust your local police officer, consider telling them about the party. They may come in handy and know what's going on if things go wrong. Now, I am not saying that you should post a notice on the police door, but only if you know them and trust them. Of course, having a policeman or a fireman in your circle of friends is great. And they don't need to necessarily be gay; just as close friends. As horny as we are, a regular, weekly party is an adventure and it may prove to be too much, as the time between the just finished party and the next one is really short: you have to clean your own house, need to do the laundry, picking up stuff from behind the sofa, etc, etc. Think about maybe once a month or at least every two weeks. Another thing is of you want to ask the attendees for a token monetary participation. This can cover your utilities, some snacks, paper towels, etc. Also this may pay for drinks, unless you tell them that this is a BYOB. In which case, I guarantee you that will be one person who forgets it, and will start begging the other for a drink. Gênant... Check your home insurance to see if you are covered in case of flooding, fire (yes, a stub can ignite a very undesirable fire) and if you are covered for parties and how many people will they allow in your home. Some jurisdictions have explicit limit on number of people allowed in your house for a party, depending on the size of your place. And this covers theft as well. I am not implying that this is a regular occurence, but it happened more than once, so be prepared. It can be fun to have a party like this, but it's a lot of work before and after. But if you are after something more intimate, like 3-4 people, then all of the above still apply, but obviously as a more relaxed and easy atmosphere, and less work. One place in the world where it comes close to a house party, is called Ajpnia in Berlin. They are a bunch of volunteers, organising twice weekly sex parties. They are a sex club in its own right, but very much different atmosphere. You have couches and armchairs, mattresses, and there is no shoes policy. Everything is very clean and well maintained. It's more like a shisha joint where people lie on the sofa, have a drink, fuck a little, go downstairs in the paly area, which is also carpeted wall to wall, and go crazy fucking each others brains out, or just sip a Cosmo watching. do a search on google for ajpnia and check it out. I am sure there are many others who will add to these points, but overall, the important thing is to understand the difference between attending a sex party and organising one. Happy to add to the above. If you ever are in GC, feel free to drop me a line, and we'll go out for a drink and tell you more. Happy fucking!

The director was very effusive about my engagement and hot sexiness in the next days blocking of sex scenes with the bear. I had no trouble kissing him passionately. Furthermore, I had to remind myself not to retrieve the bears substantial cock from his skin toned jock and take it in my mouth. He had sprung a boner which was so huge it almost spilled from the skimpy material. I couldn’t help but wonder how different it would taste from last nights escort. In a flash we were at opening night. The director called the cast into a huddle for our pre-show pep talk. He explained that he had a tradition of ‘changing up’ one part of the show for opening night. We had already changed venue a week before the show start. I couldn’t imagine what else he might have in mind. “I want my two leads to get rid of their jockstraps. The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard?” I protested. “You better fuckin get hard” the director answered back. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock and smiled. “The show must go on. Besides, I’ve been dying to see your cock other than in the pics from your last show.”, he said. Shortly the curtain opened and we made our way onto the stage from opposite sides dressed only in the birthday suites we were born in. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking and fucking each other. I was too distracted by my co-leads huge hard on standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the other’s were simulating or really having sex. As we had blocked the scene in rehearsals the bear and my eyes met. We moved toward each other as if there were powerfully attracted magnets in our bodies. When we met up centre stage the bear turned is hairy bum to the audience and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I’m tempted to say I forgot where I was, but truth is, rather than simulating a blow job I took his powerful erection deep into my throat. He decided, game on, grabbed my hair and lit into a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement and nearly ‘raise the roof’ off the theatre. My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. Whistles and cheers, the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear moved into my ear and his words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. “You started this, we’re going to have to finish this with the same commitment to realness and excellence.” Words only I could hear. Suddenly, he pushed me down with my back resting on an ottoman , my legs in the air and my hairy ass exposed. This is where he deviated from the preshow blocking. He moved me and the ottoman side ways to give the audience a better view of our impending intercourse. His face soon met my hole and he was giving me a better rim job than the escort the night before. The audience was whistling and cheering and my exhibitionist was in full control, accept for one irksome detail , my brain was screaming ‘condom’. I irrationally asked him with a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd; “Do you have a condom?” “I’m starkers here man, of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled. “No fuckin, way man.” Spit on his hand and lubed my hole. Spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in stage whisper, he asked. “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible warmth. “The show must go on, fuckin breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to disappear into my ass. I was afraid the audience was ready to riot they were making so much noise, standing, jumping and cheering. When I was afraid I couldn’t handle more of his length and girth I told him he had to stop. He did for a moment as one of the other men handed me an open bottle of poppers. I filled both nostrils twice with long deep inhales. My head spun, my ass relaxed, and sucked the rest of him in balls deep. Nothing could stop my exhibitionist now. I shouted out my lines ad lib. I didn’t care what the script said, what he thought. “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw” “Only way I play” he ad libed back. “Yah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big bare cock.” “Oh yeah, you like my risky daddy bear pistol up your ass don’t you slut.” “Love your cock daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck yah, breed my ass daddy. Seed me up!” “Are you positive” “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now” “So you are positive, that’s HIV positive?” “... What? fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” Suddenly it seemed I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out …. Pull out now!” He didn’t. He leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed his hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. His voice reverberating through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me. I need all your beautiful cum.” The words rushed from my lips, and this was no stage whisper. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed and I held him deep inside my ass. To be continued ….

It's true that all the Republicans you mentioned definitely moved rightward from previous GOP positions. But that, in itself, doesn't shift the "Overton Window" - and it might help to refresh our memories on what the Overton Window actually is. It's the range of policies acceptable to a majority of people, not just the fringes on either end of the spectrum. So, with respect to, say, traditional welfare programs - like Aid to Families with Dependent Children, the primary "cash" benefit program created for poor people during the Great Depression but expanded significantly during the Great Society - for a long time the Overton Window didn't really cover a lot of options. Many on the right wanted to end such programs entirely, but that was never going to wash with more than about 20% or so of Americans. Conversely, on the far left there were people who believed such programs ought to provide a minimum basic income for everyone below a certain poverty level, not just a small cash stipend - and that, too, was always unacceptable to a majority, because the assumption was if you pay people a guaranteed minimum income, a lot of them will just not work (an assumption, by the way, that does not always hold up). Bill Clinton, with his famous (or infamous) "triangulation" strategy (adopt some of your opponents' ideas, claim credit for them, and insulate yourself from criticism about your party's general stance on the issue), did, in fact, shift the Overton Window rightward. By agreeing to gut AFDC and convert it into the Block Grant program we know now as TANF (Temporary Assistance to Needy Families), Clinton essentially made right-wing ideas like lifetime time limits for welfare and work requirements for assistance acceptable to enough people that the Overton Window expanded rightward. That doesn't absolve the right wing of responsibility for right-wing ideas - but they've always had those. But pre-Clinton, liberals wouldn't entertain most of those ideas, and that left changes to the basic structure of political programs outside the Overton Window - and there were, in fact, very few substantive changes to those programs from the end of Johnson's term to the early part of Clinton's. Change came around the edges of programs - until Clinton and a GOP congress took a broadax to them. Nowadays, the idea of returning to an AFDC-style check-writing guaranteed assistance program is so far outside the Overton Window it can't even be discussed - when just 30 years ago, ENDING the then-extant program was outside the O.W. That's what we mean when we say that Clinton (and later, Obama) shifted the window rightward. And it's notable that neither Reagan, nor Bush I, nor Bush II, nor Trump did any sort of similar outreach to the left to coopt a liberal position on anything. In fact, on the handful of liberal shifts that HAVE occurred - same-sex marriage, for instance - the right fought tooth and nail against those shifts and, in large measure, is still fighting them. If anything, they've tried to push the window even more dramatically rightward, like with abortion, and they're discovering to their shock that, in fact, 10-week (or less) abortion bans are simply not acceptable to the majority, anywhere. Their own efforts to shift the OW rightward (remember, we're talking about public opinion of acceptable range of policies, not what the party can actually force through) are, in large measure, failing.

Part 4...So im at work, when out of the blue I get a text msg from my Big Black Dick Daddy that says, "I remember where yall stay snowbunny, and I'm standing out your bedroom window listen to whiteboy. He in there screaming at people on the internet calling them stupid niggers. Mmmph he dont even know what's about to go down right now? I suddenly hear a window slide open abruptly and hear boyfriend say, "Who the fuck are you nigger?" Then BBDDaddy says, "I'm the nigger that's been getting your bitch pregnant and I've got a whole gang of shit for you to see whiteboy." Then I hear boyfriend struggling along with what sounds like a gang of black men kicking and punching and throwing expletives at him. I yell into the phone, "Daddy, no, what are you doing to him?" And my black master replies, "Don't yiu worry your pretty pink pussy baby, you'll see him again real soon, now I got to go now, but I'll be by your job to come pick you up in a few hours, alight baby?" I'm half torn weeping and sporting a serious half chub and all I say is, "Yes Master." He ends the call and I think, "What have I gotten myself into?" To be continued...he's coming back in the room so I cant have him see me typing this out...

I have a regular, kind of a strange guy with a nice 7in cock. He doesn't want to consider himself bi or gay, so he wants to pay me for sucking his cock! $1 each time. Whatever works. ( I keep the $1 in a jar, $22 total so far) I blow him twice each visit. First time he cums really quick, blows a big load. Then he relaxes, watching hetero porn with me between his legs. This morning, I was working his cock, he a tablet in his hands watching porn. I think the tablet helps him deny it's a fag sucking his cock. He had already cum once, and was nearing his second when we heard a voice. His roommate had come home! Lots of discussion of is he a fag, does he likes guys! Eventually the roommate accepts the explanation of it's just getting head, not gay. And then asks if I want to suck his cock too! They're too nervous to be in the same room together and let a fag suck their cocks! So, I finish my regular, it takes a bit to get him hard again, but he eventually blows a nice load in my mouth. Then I wander down the hall and find the roommate. Nude in a chair, in front of a desk top computer, alternating between porn and Chaturbate. I drop to my knees and start sucking his cock, nice cock with a huge head. Doesn't take a minute before he pops a nice load in my mouth. Sweet! I hope if this keeps going, blowing both roommates, that they can get being in the same room together, letting me suck both their cocks!

That story reminded me of something that happened to me a long time back. I was chatting for a while with this guy online, he said he was bi but hadn’t done anything yet with another guy but was getting divorced from his wife.. we chatted for a few weeks before he finally decide he would have me over to suck his dick. He lived about 20 minutes from me and one night I was online and he messaged me asking me to go over and suck his dick, so he gave me directions and I went over.. I got there and he had some rock music on and he took me into the living room and I could tell he was a little nervous but he dropped his pants and sat down on the couch so I could suck him off.. I got on my knees and wen to work sucking him off and was sucking him for about 5 minutes and all of a sudden I heard someone yell out “What the fuck!?!?!” .. the guy I was sucking was startled and I was too, I picked my head up and saw a guy standing there looking at us in total disbelief, and he said “what the fuck is going on here?” ..it turns out it was the guy’s brother, and the guy I was sucking on quickly said “this dude give awesome head, you should try it..” I looked over at his brother who was standing there still in shock, not sure what to say I guess and he just looked at his brother, looked at me and stayed startled for about 20 seconds not saying anything.. finally he started to walk over to me saying “what the fuck, I need to get off” and walked over to me, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.. he let me start sucking him off and I could feel him growing in my mouth, turns out his dick was bigger than his brothers and much fatter too.. I sucked him off while his brother watched and after a few minutes he seemed to get into hit, he grabbed hold of my head and started to fuck it, suddenly he let out a huge grunt and started to shoot gobs of cum down my throat.. to this day, hes still one of the largest shooters I’ve ever encountered.. he filled my mouth up, his dick was throbbing like crazy in my mouth and finally he finished and just left his dick in my mouth... I sucked him clean, he put his dick back in his pants and then walked off into another room. The first guy grabbed my head and steered it back toward his dick and I sucked him off too and then left.. come to find out later, he had been living with his brother since he and his wife separated and his brother was supposed to go meet a friend for a few beers that night but the friend never showed up so the brother came home. Ever now and then I’d get a call from him late at night wanting me to go over and suck them both, it was usually after they’d been drinking and wanting to get off. I ran over there every time they called not matter what time of day or night.

“Fuck man! You’re poz?” “Yup, poz and very, very toxic.” “Fuck no! And you brought me here to try and fuck me bareback?” “I’m going to fuck you raw and paint your guts with my toxic load.” “Asshole, no you are not. We can fuck alright, in fact that’s what I came for, but you are going to wear a condom.” He laughed; “Bud, I don’t even have a condom in my place. Did you bring one?” Dejected I responded, “No” and began to pull my pants back on. I didn’t even look for my underwear, I just needed out of this place. “Where do you think you are going?” a slight bit of anger in his voice. “Home” “Why?” “Cause there’s not going to be any fucking going on here tonight.” “But why not?” “You are poz and toxic. Did you think I’d let your scorpion sting me? What the fuck?” “But you take two loads every night on stage, and I know you’ve been going back to his place for more. You’ve already taken more than two dozen toxic loads in the last two weeks. Why not take mine?” “What do you mean?” “Did you ever check his ass tattoo. It’s not drawn on there by the makeup department, it’s for real.” The blood froze throughout my body. “But how could you know? You don’t know he’s poz and toxic.” “I fuckin well do, who do you think pozed me about a month ago?” “I don’t believe you. He’s kind, he wouldn’t do that to either of us,” “Don’t be so naïve. Surely you suspected something when at the last moment your production left the legit theatre and relocated to the basement below a sex shop, which itself is below a gay bathhouse. No legit theatre would allow unsimulated sex on their stage, let alone where a known poz porn actor was going to infect a neg bottom. Everybody, all the other actors, the techies, the director …. Everyone is in on this.” “I don’t believe you, I just don’t.” I was pulling on my shirt as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. “Hey friend. How was your back ally shag? … yeah …. Nice … Did he know you were poz breeding him? … yeah? … did he beg for it? …. Fuckin hot man. … no way! Chaser hun! Fucking twisted! But so was I.… un hun. Look can you swing by here? …. Your co-lead came home with me and is freaked out by my scorpion tattoo” He arrived 20 minutes later. Most of which his friend spent trying to seduce me into his bed. Poor sod couldn’t seem to take ‘NO’. I was livid with my bear co-star, cursing, swearing, crying, calling him every nasty evil name that I could think of. I was desperately hoping he would deny everything his twisted friend was trying to tell me. He admitted that he was indeed poz and highly toxic. He had pozed his friend and about seven other guys. Rather than apologize he told me that I was already infected. How could I not be he reasoned. I’d been taking his loads for two weeks. He’d been scratching my gut walls before breeding me at his apartment. I was livid, cursing, swearing, I found even more vile names to call him and his mother for bringing him into the world. He still insisted I was already HIV positive and should let his friend shag me. In fact he was there now and so why didn’t I let both of them have at my ass. It’s like neither of them were hearing a word I had to say. I finally just left. Hailed a cab and got to my hotel as fast as I could. A cute young dimple cheeked man got on the elevator with me. I tried to avert my eyes from his gaze. I didn’t want him to see I’d been crying, I didn’t want him to know I was upset. But he kept his gaze on me and slowly moved in closer and closer. When my shoulders started to shake and the tears began to flow like a river he just wrapped his arms around me and held me. No words, he just held me. My sobbing stopped as the doors opened for his floor. He gently drew me out of the elevator and backed me up against a wall. He leaned in placing his sweet lips on mine. Suddenly I pulled away and asked the most foolish question since he had already been kissing me; “Can I kiss you?” He grinded, “Yeah” I took his cute dimpled cheeks into my hands, pulled him in and landed a lip lock on his mouth, my tongue darting for his tonsils. “Can I ask you another question?” “Yeah” “Can I fuck you?” “I thought you’d never ask” he answered smiling broadly. He started leading me toward his room, I guess, but I had another idea. “In the stair well, I want to fuck you in the stair well.” “Um, yeah, I guess so.” As soon as the stairwell door closed he dropped his jeans and leaned with his hands against the wall presenting me his ass. Nothing was said about protection or lube so I just spit on my hand a few times lubricating his ass and my raw cock. I held a hand over his mouth as I brutally rammed into his tender ass. When his muffled scream subsided and I remover my hand he told me; “Fuck me, pound me deep, I love your fuckin raw cock up my hole. Give it to me.” I was pounding away; “I don’t’ think I’ll last very long ….” “I don’t care, just breed me, cum in my ass.” My cum canon was blasting before he finished his sentence. When I caught my breath, and my cock slipped out of his hole he said; “That was fucking awesome, thanks. Now come back to my room.” In his room he opened his bar fridge and poured us three shooters each. “First toast is to our mutal animalistic attraction …. Second toast is for the fuckin fantastic breeding you just gave me in the stair well …. Third toast is to anticipate the load I’m going to suck out of your ass before I fuck you silly.” We quickly downed the shooters He proceeded to rip both our clothes off and push me onto the bed on my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. In no time he was sucking my co-star’s cum out of my hole. And the next thing I knew his nice sized cock was buried in me balls deep. He leaned over to kiss me and feed me some of the cum he had just harvested from my ass. It tasted like ambrosia, heavenly, cum and ass juices, who knew? I decided not to say anything and just enjoy the ride. This didn’t keep me from groaning out my intense pleasure. He took this as permission to piston me without mercy and he was soon unloading deep in my ass. After an extremely short breather I noticed his cock was still in me and just as hard, or harder than ever. With a question in my eyes I looked deep into his. He just smiled, and nodded, and resumed the fuck. I couldn’t hold back, “Holy Shit” “Yup, I’ve got about three more in me and we’re not done ‘til they are in you.” It took him about 20 minutes to orgasm the second time, and about an hour for the third. Every load painting my intestinal organs. That’s when we took a break and started talking. Pillow talk. I found myself confessing I might have pozed him in the stairwell. He was none pulsed admitting he knew. He had known I was carrying a load for him to feltch from my ass because he had seen me bred earlier in the evening on stage. He knew the bear as a porn star that couldn’t get work in the porn industry because of his status. He had almost spontaneously cum in his pants he was so turned on seeing the bears biohazard tattoo flex as he unloaded in my ass bareback on stage. He knew who I was and had rushed to get on the elevator alone with me. “You knew who I was and you still agreed to let me fuck and breed you? Are you already poz?” “No sir, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have give me the gift.” “Well, I’ve not been tested. We don’t know for sure I’m poz.” I stayed the night and kept being wakened by his manhood pushing at my ass. After three more loads I fell in to such a deep sleep. … to be continued

I knew the moment he asked me to strip naked for the entire audition that I wanted the part. My exhibitionist self desperately needed the part. On the walk back to my hotel my shacky self-esteem kicked in and my thoughts were full a dreadful foreboding. I drank alone from the bar fridge and got fall down black out drunk. I was awakened about 11 a.m. by a call from the director’s assistant. “We think you would be great for the part. Will you take it?” “Um … yeah. Yes, sure, I would be delighted to take it.” When I got through my disbelief I assured myself I could do this as I would be performing so far away from home. I flew back to Toronto and met my co-lead at the read through. We were given joke straps to wear. He was a handsome 6’4” bear of a man with a deep resonant voice that reverberated all down my spinal column as he performed his lines. Flesh coloured Jock straps became our apparel for every rehearsal. They took great care to find tones that matched both our different skin tones. My inner exhibitionist was already having a great time! At the end of the day we blocked out our first simulated sexual encounter the director drew me aside as everyone else was sent home. He began by gently asking me how I felt about taking part in the sex scene. I confessed I felt awkward, especially when it came to kissing my co-lead bear. The director didn’t say anything he just leaned into me and planted a kiss on my lips. I was a bit taken aback, but he just kept looking into my eyes and did it again. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss lasted longer. I was surprised that I was beginning to relax and maybe even enjoy this kiss from a man. After all, he was a good kisser and the unique feel of his whiskers scratching my face was strangely erotic. Sensing my shift he asked if he could make me an offer. “I want to hire you a gay escort so you can get more comfortable with man on man intimacy. I won’t tell you what to do with him, just stay open to the experience and only do what you are comfortable doing. Well stretch your comfort level a little. Would that be OK?” “Um … I don’t know. Maybe? As long as you don’t have expectations.” “I don’t.” “OK, sure, anything for the show.” That night a stunning tall slim black man knocked at my hotel room door. Thankfully I had already downed a few double scotch on the rocks. I invited him in and he immediately kicked off his expensive loafers and pulled off his socks before sitting on the couch. When I turned from preparing him a drink he had opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful hairless muscled chest and eight pack abbs. As we sipped our drinks he opened his trousers and out popped a huge flaccid cock. He was clearly commando for this gig. He asked me to stand, stood himself, and stepped naked toward me. He proceeded to strip off my clothes in the most sensual provocative experience I had ever had. When I was totally nude he asked me to touch his cock. When I demurred, he dropped to his knees shallowed my penis to the hilt and was lapping at my hairy balls with his tongue. My cock was growing hard fast. He worked my hips so that I was face fucking him. I was loving this, no woman had ever taken me so completely with her mouth. I told him when I felt close to cumming and he pulled off, stood and pushed me down to my knees. I tentatively touched his semi-erection and thought; ‘yeah I really do want to pull off this play, I need this experience.’ I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage. His manhood just kept growing! Soon I realized we were on the bed 69ing. I was loving the feel of his mouth on my cock, and his cock stretching my jaw. Soon I was about ready to shoot and warned him. He pulled off my hard cock, rolled me on my back and had his ass impaled on my raw member before I had time to think. He looked at me with his warm eyes and asked if I was ok with this. My cock twitched in his hole which he took as permission and started riding me like a horse at full gallop. I was soon pressing up into him as much as he was pushing down onto me. I didn’t have time to warn him and blasted my load deep in his guts. He just held me in his warm gaze and smile. I had never orgasmed so powerfully and it took me a while to regain my senses. When he saw I had he proclaimed; “Your turn.” I was initially struck dumb, let myself get fucked by this man? No way!” Then I remembered my part, I would bottom in the play, I needed to know what this was like to play the part convincingly. I heard the director's voice in my head 'stretch yourself a bit beyond your comfort zone. ' or something like that. “Fuck man, yeah, you’re right. … But at least wear a condom.” “Do you have any?” “Fuck! No! You?” “Never use them.” “Even with clients.” He held his hard cock pointing to it with his eyes and smiling. “They always want this raw man. Beside you just fucked and bred me; ‘what’s good for the goose’ and all” “FUCK MAN?” “Yeah that’s exactly what you need, a good raw fuck and breeding.” And as if he was reading my mind; “You know this is part of your research for this play, you’re the receptive bottom, right?” “Yeah, but that will be simulated.” “You know you need it raw with me to get it right in the play?” “Right, but you’ll go slow, you are massive and my ass is a virgin.” “Sure man.” “And you’ll pull out before you cum?” “But you get bred in the play, and you just bred me.” My turn to be bold; “But you want to put that raw cock in my ass? Right?” “Fuck yeah!” “Then I’ll agree, for my training, but, only if you promise to pull out before you cum.” “Let’s see what you say when I’m close.” I should have noticed this was not a question. I laid back on the bed, ass near the edge, and he lifted my legs toward my chest. I couldn't believe I was letting this stranger do this to me. His head moved in and he began to rim my ass. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. Soon his tongue was fucking me, quickly followed by one, two and then three fingers. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose and I instinctively took a deep wiff. Bottle moved to my other nostril and I breathed in deeply. My head was spinning and my ass fully relaxed. Well almost fully, he plunged his raw dick into me. I screamed and he covered my mouth with his to muffle me. He held for a moment until my pain transformed to pleasure. “Fuck me with that big tool man.” “With pleasure” He needed no more encouragement. He soon pounded in and out of me like a jack hammer. I was mesmerized as I watched his big black cock disappearing into my hairy hole. I didn’t want his assault to end. “Give it to me big boy. Raw fuck my no longer virgin ass.” “It’s still a virgin to cum.” He rasped as he breathing became more laboured. “Don’t cum yet. I need you to fuck me longer before you pull out.” “Fuck man, I’m so close.” “Hold off for a little longer ….” “Man … please…. I … can’t” “Oh fuck, just breed me then, cum in my ass” He was already unloading. Volley after volley painted my guts. To be continued

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.

So it’s been a bit, had fun but nothing worth writing home about until today. Sunday started like any other, wake up check my phone for messages and news when I was a message from bbrt, annoyed I might have missed a hookup last night I check my message and write the guy back and was suprised when I got a reply back quickly “yo fag coming back late I should just block ya but I need a twink on my rod now so where?” I still remember the smile that hit my lips and I replied “I’m free wherever you want me just need to shower and I’m yours” before I even showered I got a message with a location marker and a small message “be there in 10 don’t care if ur clean I need to unload before I work”. So I skip the shower and everything and just rush out the spot being almost 10 minutes away, when I get there I find a beat up old car sitting there when I go over he opens the side door and looks at me, for a blank profile I saw a older man in his 50ies greying hair but well built body wearing a construction working uniform with a lot of dirt. “Get in now” he gave me such a grin I was in without thinking and closed the door behind me. He drove off not saying anything, the scent of body odour filled the car as I watched him drive to a construction site and parked up, he didn’t wait a second leaning over kissing me hard his hand gripping my neck holding me in place before pulling away and just said “get out”. He took me into one of the buildings they were working on once inside he pointed to a table, “strip put your clothes there” I couldn’t resist him as I pulled each piece of clothes off till I was standing in my trainers naked in the empty half built room his eyes all over me. He watched me for a bit before opening his overalls pulling his dick out, “ok dirty boy get on my dirty old dick” he jerked his cock a little getting it hard at a reasonable 6-7inches I got down to my knees licking his cock head my nose filled with his scent I wanted to savour this but he grabbed my head pulling me onto his cock hard his hands wrapped in my hair not letting me off as he starts thrusting into my throat, “good boy hope your ass is as good as your sweet mouth” he didn’t stop fucking my throat despite my gags I could barely breath and I started to black out. He pulled off letting me breath panting on all fours he moved round me grabbing my ass slapping it, “ok boy last chance ya wanna go then go if not I’m not stopping till my balls are empty” I couldn’t talk still gasping I just leaned lower pushing my ass up ready not believing how much I was giving up to this old man, and he didn’t wait for me to think more as he gripped my hips and rubbed his wet cock over my ass his rough finger pushing into my hole opening me up, my moans seem to make him horny as he didn’t even warn me before he pulled his finger out and pushed his cock in bare and hard. He pounded me like this for what seemed liked ages, fucking with long deep thrusts my cock leaking and slapping into me covering my stomach with my precum. I felt him pull me up gripping my neck and whispered “ready for my load boy?” I just whimpered out “breed me give me your load please” I couldn’t say more as his grip tightened as he came inside me. As he slowed his grip didn’t loosen and before long I felt him pick me up and throw me down on my clothes on the table, I saw his semi hard cock approach my mouth opening I took him in tasting his cum and my own ass. His look as I cleaned his cock told me he loved it and as he pulled out he started pissijg over my face laughing before he put his cock away and grabbed my boxers wrapping it round my cock jerking me hard until I came in them, “thanks kid next time respond when I ask and you will get way more” and he left me there naked his load leaking out of me, smelling of piss and only having my shorts and tshirt to get home with. It was a long walk home but feeling his cum slosh inside me till I couldn’t wait and went in a public toilet squatting letting the cum leak out before I scooped it up licking it up.

I fucked a cute closet case a few years ago when he had his ankle monitor on. Something hot about him totally naked but unable to remove it. Loved tossing his legs on my shoulders with the monitor next to my head.

Used to be exclusively a top (when I was jail bait). Then I became vers as a young adult. Then I became exclusively a bottom, now, I'm back to vers (as I enter my daddy phase). I'd say about 60% bottom, 40% top, except at big parties/orgies/events, then it's usually flipped because there are always too many bottoms!

I arrived in Vienna today. I stopped by to see a platonic friend before I headed to my hotel. As soon as I had gotten settled in my room and showered, Grindr started pinging. A guy close by asked where I was. I said "my hotel, to which he replied, "I thought you were in the IKEA." I told him I would prefer to get fucked in my hotel and we left it there. The angel on my right shoulder was proud😇. Then, suddenly, the devil appeared on my left shoulder said, "Douche your cunt and take it to that breeder". So I did😈. He texted me exactly where to go. Once I was in the bathroom, I texted him which stall I was in. Luckily, the stalls in that IKEA go from the ceiling to the floor so no one could see us. I sat on the toilet and sucked him before he signalled for me to turn around and face the wall. Looking him in the eye, I took a huge huff of poppers and assumed the position. He fucked me with strong, quick thrusts. I took his dick in silence. There was a guy in the next stall that had to have heard my breeder's belt buckle swinging back and forth. My hole was hungrily grabbing on his cock and it wasn't long before he started breathing hard. He whispered that he was cumming. I took his load, pulled my pants up and waited for him to leave the restroom before I opened the stall door. I walked past him on the way out the store. He was already back at his station and talking with his colleague about something. That co-worker likely has no clue what that quick "bathroom break" was all about. I stopped by the grocery store to get some wine and cheese to celebrate the fact that it's not every day that a hoe takes a load in a busy IKEA store. The breeder later texted me, "That was amazing. Thanks for coming." Devil:1 Angel: 0 😂

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

I have seeded 27 men this year - yeah, I keep score. I fucked and loaded 11 anon men/boys I fucked and loaded 15 regular fuck buddys multiple times. And then there's Drew, I fuck and breed him most days so I've shot over 200 loads deep inside Drew's ass. Four men - and Drew have fucked and loaded my asshole.

Hot pic! I find it so hot when i look down and see a block cock sliding in my white hole!

The thing about the Overton Window is that the extremists on either side seldom shift the window in their own direction. It's not impossible, but moving a political position/option from the fringe to the mainstream of acceptable options usually comes from the opposite side opening itself up to a previously unacceptable option. The left has done a lot more of that in the last 40 years than the right has, and the window has shifted rightward as a result.

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I’m sure he was turned on by it as well. In my case I know we both were.

Part 38: Peter Puts a Ring on It (Will's Perspective) “What the fuck!” I moaned, grabbing Dom’s wrist to stop him. “Too much?” he asked. I was straddling Dom, his engorged cock in my ass, pressing into my prostate, as he slid a sounding rod into my urethra. For weeks he had been trying to convince me to try sounding, something which looked hot in porn but had petrified me in real life. Dom had found me jerking off to porn several times in which a man was strapped down on a table, unable to move, as another man slid the rod deep into the penis, causing the man to scream out in pleasure. Or, at least, that’s what I believed… “You’ve come this far,” he had told me days ago when he had shown me the tools he had borrowed from a friend. “Why not go a bit further?” Sure, I had allowed a poz man to fuck me and infect my body. Sure, we dabbled with watersports and I had grown in my appreciation for tasting his morning golden showers, though not as much as Pastor Kline who drank it all down. Yes, I had fucked my brother and my new doctor, helped two men in my church cheat on their wives, helped one of them fuck his student while the other fucked his son, and, all the while, I managed to keep it all a secret. But the idea of shoving a piece of metal into my cock made my skin crawl now that I was given the chance to try it. Still, he had convinced me. “It fucking burns,” I told him, feeling my cock pushing the rod out even as Dom’s hand tried to push it deeper in. “It’s going to burn,” he said. “Then you shove it in your own dick,” I told him, knocking his hand away and pulling the rod out of my cock. “Fuck. How does anyone find this enjoyable?” Dom took the metal rod and licked it where it had, only moments ago, been deep inside my urethra. “It looked hot.” “Then get either Peter or Pastor Kline addicted to it, because I don’t think I’ll ever be doing that again.” “How about a catheter?” “Only if I’m eighty.” Dom ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples as I rode his cock, impaling myself on his huge member. “Fuck, I’ve missed fucking you,” he said. “You fucked me last night,” I reminded him. “You were fucking Peter while I fucked you from behind,” Dom corrected. “I mean just the two of us.” “Without metal shoved up my cock,” I countered, my breath momentarily fucked out of my body as Dom slammed his dick against my prostate. “Peter’s getting his tattoo tomorrow,” Dom said, his breathing strained as I caused the bed to slam against the wall. “And he’s got another little surprise.” “What surprise?” I asked, pumping my cock with one hand while I reached back and grabbed Dom’s balls, squeezing them tight. “I’m not allowed to say,” he told me. “He wants you, Dr. Wade, and Pastor Kline to be there. That’s all I’m allowed to say.” “I’ll shove that rod back in my dick if you’ll tell me,” I teased, squeezing his balls even tighter. Dom growled, his own grip on my nipples tightening, causing a gasp from me. “I’ll get that rod back in your cock someday,” he said, smiling. “Just you wait and see.” __ I’d come in early with Dom to the tattoo parlor, wanting to make sure I was there for when Peter got his biohazard tattoo. I didn’t know where he was getting it or what the extra surprise was, but I wanted to be there for the whole journey. It had turned into a guessing game amongst us all, wondering where the tattoo would go and what Peter had waiting for us. Each of us took turns either fucking Peter or getting fucked by him, hoping, during the moment of orgasm, we’d be able to extract the secret along with his fountain of toxic jizz. “We’re still early,” Dom said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his body, kissing my neck and sending chills down my spine. “Do you want another tattoo while we wait?” “Any suggestions?” I asked. “We can start in on your own tally marks,” he said, running his palm along my arm. “No,” I told him, grabbing his arm and running my fingers along the marks showing every man he had managed to poz. “Any man I poz isn’t just mine,” I said. “I wouldn’t be here without you. My gift is from you. If anyone deserves those marks, it’s you.” Dom and I stared at his arm, admiring the tattoos which adorned his body. “But I don’t want any tally mark after yours,” he said, pressing his thumb against his fiftieth mark. My mark. “You’re my final conquest, so to speak.” “Why?” I asked, turning to face him, staring into the eyes that had once haunted me, which had, and still did, frighten me when I saw his animalistic desire start to surface. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, and all I wanted to do was stare at the face of the man who had changed me. “Is it because you managed to take an innocent, straight pastor and turn him into a deviant, gay, poz fucker?” “No,” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s because every one of these men was someone to fuck and leave behind. They were all men who I wanted for their holes, to fuck up their lives, and to move on from. That’s who they all were.” “Even Dr. Wade?” “Every poz man needs a good doctor,” he laughed. “With you, when I met you, I saw a man living a lie. I knew there was a darkness hiding in you, and that’s all I wanted to find. I wanted to fuck you, to poz you, and then watch as I turned a good, religious man into a perverted fucker.” “Which you did,” I said, moving my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock slithering down his pants leg. “You’re more than that,” he said. “I’ve never met a man I didn’t want to leave behind. There were so many times I tried to convince myself to walk away, to step back and let you be nothing more than a tally mark on my arm, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it.” I stared at him, looking beyond the tough exterior and the man I knew to be a toxic fucker, and I found myself staring into the eyes of someone who truly meant what he was saying. He wasn’t saying this to get me off or himself. This wasn’t a cheesy line from porn. He was telling the truth. My hand fell from his crotch and rested on his leg. “I love you,” he said, his voice low, quiet. I found myself drawn to him, pulled into his body, needing to be closer to him than ever before. I moved up and kissed him, trying to tangle us together so tightly that no one could separate us. “Am I interrupting?” Dom and I broke our kiss, finding Peter standing a few feet away. “Sorry,” I said, taking a step back, giving Dom and me the space to collect ourselves. “I’m good for a show before the main event,” Peter said, already stripping his shirt off. “Anything with you two is ideal for me.” “While I’m sure Will and I would love to entertain you,” Dom said, winking at me, “We better get your tattoo started so we’re ready for when everyone else shows up.” “Where are you getting your tattoo?” I asked, following them back to the space Dom had set aside for special clients. “Well, I’ve gone back and forth on that,” Peter said, now down to only his underwear. “Not wanting my wife to see it limited my choices, but now, I could have it tattooed on my face if I fucking wanted.” “Don’t,” Dom and I both said. “Not to worry,” Peter said, taking off his underwear which he flung at my face, managing to get the pouch right over my nose. His underwear was always covered in cum stains. “I want any man who I fuck or who fucks me to know the type of man I truly am. So, taking inspiration,” he motioned to Dom,” I want my tattoo right above my cock.” “Good choice,” Dom said, opening draws and pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Shave off your pubes, and we’ll get started.” “I’ve never been more excited to shave in my entire life,” Peter said, taking the can and razor and running off to the bathroom. I watched as Dom started getting things ready, admiring his hands, remembering how he had just held me moments ago, how his hands had touched every inch of my body, how his hands had tattooed my own biohazard symbol on my chest months before, how his hands had guided me the first time I had ever been intimate with another person, and how his hand had reached out to shake my own the day we had met. “I love you, too,” I said. Dom stopped, looked back at me, and smiled. I kept close to Dom’s side throughout Peter’s ceremony of being marked a poz man. The tattoo looked great on his pelvis, drawing the eye down to his gifted cock. I held Peter’s hand as he tried not to scream the closer the tattoo gun got to his dick. After several hours, the tattoo was done and bandaged. “I have no fucking idea how you’ve managed to get so many,” Peter said to Dom, still on the table naked, his sweaty body recovering. “I wouldn’t want to get any more tally marks if I were you.” “Don’t worry,” Dom said, looking at me. “I won’t be.” “Has the show started?” Dr. Wade called, entering back with Pastor Kline, Lewis, and Jay behind him. “You’re just in time,” Peter said. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I told Jay, hugging him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “I was there when this guy got the idea of leaving his wife fucked into him.” “And what a fuck it was,” Peter said. “How are you, Lewis?” “I’m good,” Lewis said. “Anyone start questioning you about me, yet?” Lewis nodded. “No one knows, but I’m going crazy not being able to get fucked right now.” “The safer the better,” I reminded him. “You’ve gone this long without a cock in you. Imagine what it was like for me.” “We fixed that issue real quick,” Dom said to Lewis. “I’ll get my cock inside your tight hole real soon. Don’t worry.” “Calm your raging boner down,” I told Dom. “Lewis, if you convert and your parents find out, your dad will kill all of us.” “Or want to become like us,” Peter said. “Fuck, your dad is hot.” “Not everyone’s dad is like Pastor Kline. Not everyone secretly wants to get fucked by a poz man,” I told him, noticing a strange look pass over Pastor Kline’s face. “While I’m always happy to meet with a group of sexy men,” Dr. Wade said, eyeing up Lewis, “May I ask why we’re all here? It’s not to witness you leaving with your new tattoo, right?” “It’s not that,” Peter said, smiling. “All of you have been a part of my journey into becoming the man I am today, and I wanted you to be here for what I consider the turning point of my life.” “Your turning point wasn’t you leaving your wife?” Jay asked. “That was the start,” Peter said. “Or when we seduced you in Will’s office?” Pastor Kline added. “Or when we fucked at the school?” Lewis finished. “With this tattoo,” Peter emphasized, “I’m permanently marking myself as the man I’ve always wanted to be. But, I didn’t just want to get a tattoo. I wanted to do something more than that, something… twisted, I guess.” “Twisted how?” “Because I’m no longer shackled to my soon-to-be-ex-wife, I wanted to do something different with my wedding ring.” “Different how?” Dom and Peter exchanged a nod, Dom opening a drawer and pulling out a box which he handed to Peter. “I tried to think of the worst thing I could do to my wedding ring,” Peter said. “What could I do to represent myself fucking it as I start my new life. That’s when it hit me.” Peter opened the box, revealing a thin, golden ring inside. “Is that…” “It’s a Prince Albert ring,” Dom said, putting on a new pair of sterile gloves. “Custom made.” “It’s a ring made from my wedding ring,” Peter told us, a giant grin on his face. “That way, whenever I fuck a man’s ass, I’m fucking my wedding ring at the same time.” “It’s like you’re marrying your dick,” Jay said, admiring the ring. “So, what? Is this like a wedding of some type?” I asked. “Are we watching you get your dick pierced like we’re watching you marry your dick?” “You’re watching me become the man I’ve always wanted to be,” Peter said, watching as Dom started prepping him for the piercing. “The Peter Flanagan everyone knew before that day I fucked a student is dead. I’m a new man. I’m finally free. Alright, Dom, I’m ready. Pierce my cock with my wedding ring!” _____________________________________________________________________________ I'm a sucker for doing fucked-up shit to wedding rings, and I've never seen this done before. I hope it's an idea that scratches that perverted itch you didn't know was in your mind.

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What the fuck now,’ was the panicked thought running through my head. We had gone completely off script and I wasn’t supposed to learn that he had taken the risk of pozing me until I saw the very realistic biohazard tattoo the make-up department had put on the bear’s ass to wiggle at the audience. The other thought, ‘is his biohazard tattoo really a fake’. Both thoughts raced through my mind at lightning speed, but I knew I didn’t have time to dwell on them. I just returned to the script other than bewilderedly asking for confirmation when I did see his tattoo. The script worked perfectly and was all the more powerful with my emotional uncertainty about what had just happened. The bear was far more convincing as well, and the dramatic start didn’t take away from the audience hanging on every word. We argued, we cried, we expressed our overwhelming attraction to each other and we went through the cycle again. Act two began with us at an emergency clinic where I’m administered 'themorningaftertreatment'. Next scene has us back at my apartment and the bear making sexual moves on me. I’m like “Really? You just almost pozed me and you want me to give up my ass so soon?” “Your protected now.” His words once again traveling to my core and causing me to melt. We are soon both naked and the audience is once again seeing his huge bare member disappear up my ass. Lights fade to a black stage. The spot light comes up on a sign held out from the wings, “Four months later.” Stage lights come back up. The bear has me bent over an ottoman and is unloading in my ass once again. Yes, literally breeding me again! He continues pounding me, urging me to jerk off. Okay, we’ve left the script again. I stroke, he pounds, and soon I have one of the biggest longest orgasms of my life. My exhibitionist self is more than happy to receive the cheering. We collapse on the couch and talk about how great we feel we are together. All the fucking hot sex we enjoy together and with others. We marvel at the the fact I’ve been taking his loads all this time, without protection, and I’ve stayed negative. We eventually make our way to bed, and again the stage fades to black. New sign from the wings, “Next morning.” Lights come up, we are still naked in bad. I’m sweating profusely. I’m clearly sick as a dog. Shortest closing scene in theatre history. The ‘opening night after party’ was a blur for me. Everyone was full of praise for the bear and my performance. Especially our director. He kept picking up the tab for our booze and we were soon drunk. I wasn’t thinking clear enough now to even have my questions occur to me. Second night I’m happy and excited to be naked back on stage. Our theatre space is sold out, standing room only. My co-lead doesn’t turn his back to the audience, so again my first move is to actually take his beautiful cock into my mouth for all to see. Cheering from the crowd. When we get to the part where he is to fuck me again we are positioned for the crowd to see every detail. As his mushroom head is seeking to find my hole I stage whisper for only him to hear. “What? Are we doing this again? I thought it was just for opening night.” “See this full theatre? Everyone one of these fags is here to watch me poz breed your neg hole. Do you want to disappoint them now? No longer using stage whisper I call out, “Fuck me with your big raw cock daddy bear!” As he’s pushing in the crowd goes wild with excitement and encouragement. During the intermission the bear brought one of the other cast members and they pulled me aside. The bear was angry and wondered why I hadn’t cleaned out before the show. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The cast member took me off to a bathroom and taught me how to douche. Apparently I had just been lucky the first three times I got fucked By the end of the night I am again hosting two of the bears loads deep in my ass, and I’ve shot off for everyone to see and enjoy. The rest of the weeks performances go well. I’m getting two loads bred into me per show, and more people are cramming in and standing every night. Week two of the run starts once again with a jammed packed enthusiastic crowd. By the end of the night my cohost is so delighted he invites me back to his place for ‘a drink’. I take this invitation literally and am shocked and amazed when the door is hardly closed and he has me bent against the wall, both our pants at our knees and his raw cock pounding away in my well lubricated ass. The second night I knew what I was in for. Any moral compass I used to have about casual sex had completely evaporated. I ended the week having taken the 10 show loads and about 12 after show loads. This bear was insatiable! I didn't have a show the next day so accompanied the bear and a friend of his to a restaurant. During the meal the bear was extremely flirty with our sexy waiter. The waiter was flirting with all of us. While handing his credit card back to the bear the waiter said; "My shift is finished and hubby is home, meet me in the back alley in 5." When the bear left our table his friend asked; “So do you want to order another drink, or come back to my place. I vote for my place.” “What about your friend?” “Oh those two will be a while I can assure you.” “OK I guess it’s drinks at your place.” I knew he had not invited me for drinks. The moment the elevator door closed as we left the restaurant our tongues were down each other’s throats. In the elevator in his building we actually started tearing each other’s clothes off. We were barely decent as we stumbled to his door past an elderly neighbour. She called him by name, gave a knowing wink and wished us both a very good night. As he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans I saw it. A big scorpion tattoo on the left side of his lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure why it filled me with dread but I remained calm enough to ask him about the tattoo. “My scorpion? You are straight aren’t you?” …. To be continued…

Congrats on your first time. They're not always what people expect though. My first time on top was cool because, well, fucking is great. Our dicks feeling good is familiar. Having a guy inside me was different, I didn't get it first time, second or even third time. Those guys all hurt and felt like they were too big and hitting my insides at bad angles. It was the fourth guy I tried it with when it worked. It's a mind thing really. One of the major differences between pussy and a guy's butt is muscles. We can really tighten up hard if we're not in the right headspace and then nothing is going in comfortably. Your butt won't really be fuckable for the top like that and it will hurt you if he tries to. That's what happened to me with the first three guys. The fourth one I relaxed though. The thing that worked for me was being so horny about this specific guy I had to have him inside me. If you can find guy that makes you feel that way, try it with him! Once you've had your first good fuck though you'll find it's easier to do it with all kinds of other guys. You'll know how to relax better.

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

Patrick, Ben, and Mike were heading out of the hot apartment into the drifty, dark, and cold hallway. The car was already parked in the street, as Ben reached for the back door and confirmed his name with the Uber driver. Patrick grabbed the front seat while Mike and Ben got in the back, as they continued discussing amongst themselves with personal stuff. As the car headed off, Patrick was deeply thinking and trying to picture what’s to come next. What Mike and Ben said back at the house about going farther with Christopher really made it clear that this implied party drugs. It then became really clear that he’ll see some things that he didn’t even know much about regarding sex combined with drugs. Patrick felt really good about how Ben and Mike were inclusive and being friendly with him, giving him a sense of trust with the couple. This gave Patrick hope that Christopher could also be a proxy in that same friendliness. Patrick contemplated how the chemistry between everyone, given they all know each other, could give him a fun opportunity tonight, and allow himself to just enjoy the ride for once while things were good. His nerves reduced and instead felt his own inhibition and horniness take control. His last take of G was flowing all around his body, feeling just how strong that last dose was from an hour ago. Just sitting in the car felt electric, with three horny men heading to Christopher’s. While he was feeling the yearning for what was ahead of him, he was also thinking how he’ll interact with Christopher, and how he is as a host. The interaction back at Ben and Mike’s house about Christopher was short, at best. Patrick scrolled through the photos from the app, reviewing details about his appearance and his profile, checking his stats. He was nervous about his sexy and confident look. They drove through the city for what seemed like 20 minutes. The city was quiet, apartment lights were off, the roads were open, and the sky had a dark and early morning look. Getting off the highway and turning into the side streets of midtown, the feeling of anticipation hit Patrick, as the car was pulling up to the curb of a residential tower, with a glimmering lobby in front. The car stopped, and the driver said ‘Thank You!’ They got out of the car, entered the front lobby with their personal bags and approached a lady behind the desk. Mike was ready with details, explaining they were here to see Christopher in 27M. After waiting for the call to pick up, a muffled voice was faintly audible as it was clear that it was Christopher on the line. The desk receptionist replied back, and finished the call. Looking up, she smiled and gestured them to the elevator banks around the corner. The floor numbers fell fast to ground level as they waited for their ride. The elevator doors had opened for them, and up they climbed. The ride slowed to a halt, and there they arrived on the quiet 27th floor. In single file, they moved through the corridors, while Patrick was looking for the right letter, until Mike had arrived at Christopher’s doorstep. Mike sent a text, and in no time the handle moved, and the door swung open. There, standing in the bright hallway of the front door was Christopher, wearing basketball shorts and a zip-up vest and sporting a fresh haircut. Looking at his guests, Christopher gestured them in with a soft smile. They went in one by one, with Patrick at the end. Once Patrick closed the door behind him, Christopher faced Patrick and shook out his hand. ‘Beautiful eyes you have Patrick, good to have you over’ Christopher said ‘Thanks for having us over, yeah I’m really glad I came, thanks. And I guess you are friends, I had no idea!’ Patrick was being awkwardly shy. ‘We go way back to a slimpler time, through some mutual friends when these two were just dating.’ Christopher had a 5 o’clock shadow that was well trimmed, and salt and pepper hair. His height was also comparable to Patrick’s, and a fit body. Once again, the photos were a really close match to reality, in particular, his big bowling ball shoulders and thick arms. Patrick will have to wait for a final verdict on the rest of his body. Mike came in and gave Christopher a proper hug, and Ben was removing his shoes in the hallway. Patrick also followed Ben’s lead in removing his shoes, then waited for Christopher to walk them deeper into the apartment. Right off the bat, Patrick picked up on the quality of the apartment that was comparably more modern and high end then the last apartment. Funky art and books were everywhere, and Patrick could appreciate these nice details. ‘Can I get you guys a drink? I have juice but I don’t drink alcohol’ offered Christopher. ‘Just water for right now, thanks’ said Ben, hanging his jacket and showing off a little chest hair poking out of his sweater. ‘I’d gladly have some as well’ Patrick added. They all followed Christopher into the kitchen, through the hallway and into a main entertaining area of the apartment. Beautiful floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city were right in front of them. What was also noticeable were some messy parts to the space as well. There were iphone chargers on the floor, stacks of paper and folders in different piles, several water cups along the edge of the coffee table, along with chewable vitamins, a couple lighters, and other random shit. Christopher handed over Patrick his glass of water, when he suddenly noticed how dilated Christopher’s eyes were, surprising Patrick a little. ‘How is your night so far? Were you guys coming from home I bet?’ ‘Yeah we came from uptown alright, we got talking to this young pup close to midnight, he came right over, and we were enjoying our piggy little selves. Super verse this one.’ ‘Fuck yeah that’s good to hear’ ‘I’ve tried more things sexually than I would normally do, but it's been really fun tonight.’ said Patrick. ‘Is that so?? Have Ben and Mike been showing you how to have some fun?’ Curious to hear what you’ve done so far?’ asked Christopher in an inviting way to Patrick. ‘Well, we’ve been enjoying the poppers a ton which are super fresh and good quality, we brought some. But the thing I tried that’s new is G, so we had a couple rounds of that. ‘Okay! You’ve been having yourself a little party then, that’s pretty incredible as a first time thing. I love it too, and I especially love to enjoy it with friends and getting pretty horned up’ said Christopher Mike gave a small chuckle in an approving way. ‘I think we’ll make good company together.’ Patrick felt reassured by how Christopher was being a friendly host and approaching the topic. Not to mention, Christopher is incredibly hot with his smile and sexy personality. Well before we get into stuff I do want to let you know, that you are completely safe under my roof, and that I think you can have a really fun time with us. We three always have a very relaxed and open flow with each other and others we’re with. We also do other things similar to G that you are welcome to try if you haven’t before.’ ‘Okay yeah I’m open minded. Trying G has been mind blowingly fun’ ‘If you see that bong in the corner?’ Patrick spotted a glass bong, sitting on a side table, with beautiful colored glass. ‘I smoke different stuff out of that, and get a really horny buzz on. We call it Tina, and you only need a little of it to feel stimulated and fucking amazing.’ Patrick was very engaged in this conversation, following what Chrsitopher was saying very closely. You probably heard of Tina but maybe you haven’t seen it before. It makes you feel incredible when you’re having sex. Let me show you’ Christopher went over to the bong, picked it up and approached Patrick again to give him a closer look of what the process looked like. As Patrick had of course seen a bong before in his life, this did not look intimidating at all. Christopher offered it to Mike first. ‘Yeah Patrick for Ben and me, this is something that we’ll do a bit of every other weekend or so, and Christopher really plays a good host to his guests. We just didn’t want to jump in the deep end right as you came over. We could tell based on our first impression of you that we should ease slowly into the hard stuff. Even now, there's no pressure whatsoever if you just want to stick to G. If you want to at least watch how I use it you can see for yourself how to smoke this stuff. ‘What does it feel like?’ Patrick asked, as Mike grabbed a large lighter from the kitchen island, lit the torch and started to move it around the glass. ‘It's a bit different than G, where G gives more of a sense of tranquility and enhanced libido. But Tina is a real upper, so you’re gonna feel a sense of energy, and a strong urge to fuck. It’s especially amazing when you combine the two together. ‘Combine together?’ asked Patrick, confirming what he heard in surprise. ‘Yeah, you just gotta be careful and don’t bite off more than you can chew’. Christopher reassured me. Mike took his hit, and could hear the water in the bong bubble away. Mike paused to hold his breath for a moment, before slowly releasing. The smoke that came out was a pure white and heavy plume that seemed to stay suspended in the air for a moment, as it carried across the room. Mike went back to the bong for another hit, as Ben leaned into Mike, waiting to give him a kiss. What Mike was in fact doing was transferring the smoke into Ben’s mouth, as it wasn’t really a kiss. Ben’s cheeks filled with air, followed by Ben’s exhale with an equally sized cloud of Tina. Patrick was studying them to watch what would happen, and anticipate a change in their behavior, but to only see that Ben and Mike were looking a little bit more relaxed, sitting back in the couch sectional. ‘Interesting’ Patrick commented, not really sure what to make of this. He was curious by all that he learned, and ready to take the next step with this new guy in front of him. It was difficult for Patrick to try and weigh the pros and cons of any potential consequences about to take place. Deep down however, he was really searching for a justification for saying yes if he were asked to participate. Given the sexual energy in the room and how approachable everyone was, Patrick’s initial thought would be to try and stay, but not immediately jump right in with smoking. He would maybe dip his toe in the water later on, but felt ok with himself to just play things by ear, or perhaps even stick to G for the rest of the night. Christopher took his turn at the bong, re-lighting the glass bowl with a slightly different heating technique, and held his full lungs until he reached Mike’s lips. ‘This is a shotgun, it's great for efficiency’ said Ben. ‘It looks pretty standard to smoking weed but yeah I’ve never personally tried it out myself.’ said Patrick. ‘You are welcome to it but go at your own pace for sure. If you’re already having fun then that’s what counts’ said Christopher, blowing one more out into the living room. ‘I also was chatting with my friend Guilherme about an hour ago and he said he might be around for later but he had some stuff to do, so no promises. Guilherme is another friend of mine that I’m pretty sure Ben and Mike, you two have met before, right?’ Christopher asked the couple. ‘We know him from one of these nights that we were here before. Yeah he’s a good kisser, he can rim really fucking deep too, you’ll remember his face.’ The men were catching up in the living room for a bit, talking about their Friday nights. Patrick told how he is now on prep and wanted to fully embrace his sexual rebellion, and turn into a fucking pig. How this was interpreted to Christopher, Ben, and Mike was that Patrick was here to have his limits pushed. Ben began disassembling his bag containing gummy snacks, a personal travel case, and a fresh jockstrap and harness. The relaxed mood continued as the three other men continued blowing clouds, and giving each other shotguns, back and forth, sharing the same hit. While the smoke would fill up their lungs and the living room, Patrick could smell the unique odor it gave off. ‘I think you all would benefit from taking a quick shower, I already got towels freshly folded that are waiting for you in the bathroom, you’re welcome to rinse off and clean out if you need to. We’re all bottoming tonight at some point so good time to check’ ‘Perfect, thanks a bunch Christopher’ said Mike, rising from his seat. Ben also got up from the couch and followed Mike to the bathroom and down the hallway they went. All that remained was Christopher and Patrick in the living room. ‘Just checking in, how’s everything going for you? I know this is all pretty new to you’ Christopher asked Patrick ‘Yeah I’m curious about it but yeah I’m just taking it all in one step at a time I suppose’ Patrick smiled to let Christopher know that he wasn’t too worried or scared off. ‘Yeah its great you’re setting the speed for yourself, it's good discipline’ Christopher said. ‘Let me show you the apartment around so you have the lay of the land. Christopher walked Patrick around quietly, down the hallway, through one of the bedrooms with a huge television and an ambient, color-changing lamp. Christopher invited Patrick in the middle of the room, where he could see the nightstand covered by a thousand little objects. More water bottles were found, an ipad, TV remotes, poppers, lube, a lighter, more lube, and a small lamp. Christopher sat on the bed, and tapped the edge of the bed for Patrick to join him. ‘I’ve got a lot of porn, I want to see what you pick for the four of us. Here, let me show you my Naked Sword page for you to scroll through. Christopher handed over the ipad for Patrick to start flipping through the different options. Patrick chose his preferred studio that leaned more on group sex and raw bareback, and chose one of the recently released scenes. ‘Oh let me just grab my supplies in the living room, one sec.’ said Christopher. Patrick leaned back in Christopher’s bed distracting himself with the porn scene that he hadn’t watched before. For a quiet moment, Patrick could hear the water running distantly in the bathroom. Patrick was now ready to stick his tongue down Christopher’s throat once he got back. The footsteps in the carpeted hallway got louder, until Christopher found a light switch where the hallway light went completely out. The apartment became suddenly very dark, with the exception of the TV and the ambient red light from the bedroom. Christopher re-emerged in the room. Looking more intensely at each other, Christopher came straight at Patrick and kissed with their tongues locking. A jolt of blood pulsed in their slowly hardening cocks, as they got the first taste of each other. ‘You’re gorgeous, Patrick, do you know that? Beautiful eyes, you must get this from everybody.’ Patrick blushed, ‘So are you, I’m so horny for you’ said Patrick, before going back to kissing Christopher. They continued making out throughout the porn scene, not rushing each other but just enjoying the moment for the two of themselves. ‘Let me throw on some music, you have a preference?’ ‘Yeah I kinda like to listen to something with a low beat in the background, Let me connect my phone’ offered Patrick. Patrick put on his favorite playlist, receiving immediate approval from Christopher. ‘You seem like you really know how to have a good time’ Christopher complimented. Christopher made the move to unzip his vest, revealing his chest with a good amount of chest hair. He was in just as good shape as Patrick had hoped. Not a lumberjack but someone who had really well defined features to his upper body and a treasure trail. Patrick returned to his initial spot on the bed and put his arms around Christopher’s back. While they kissed, Christopher’s hands were crawling up Patrick’s shirt. With no resistance, Patrick allowed him to explore and feel everything he wanted. His hands would reach his ass crack a bit, rubbing his hands all over his waist. Christopher had discovered just the band of his jockstrap hugging Patrick, no underwear. At this point, both of their hard-ons were poking through their pants in the most obvious way. Christopher rubbed Patrick’s groin area, while Patrick slowly took off his own top, exposing his chest to the warm temperature of the apartment. Hands were roaming faster, while the kissing and the mouth fucking continued. Patrick leaned back on the bed to give Christopher the ability to undress his pants. Christopher grabbed his legs and yanked Patrick forward to the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped off each pants leg, to reveal Patrick’s used black jockstrap that he had worn much of his time with Ben and Mike. Christopher brought his nose to his crotch to smell some body odor, Patrick’s pheromones, and some old sperm. He honestly wanted a shower if it could give Christopher a fresh start. He desperately wanted Christopher’s tongue to make love to him. ‘Once Ben and Mike are done, I’ll hop in as well if that’s ok’ said Patrick ‘Of course there’s everything in the bathroom that you’ll need. Before you go, how long ago was your last dose of G? This was back with Ben and Mike?’ Christopher asked. ‘Maybe an hour and a half? Maybe even 2?’ ‘Yeah I think maybe you can wait a bit longer, maybe after you get out of the shower you can join us with a round.’ ‘Thank you Christopher, I would gladly take you up on that. It would be really fun doing it together.’ said Patrick. Christopher grabbed his bong, and the torch from the night stand and began heating up the glass. Little curls of smoke began to come out of the glass pipe hole, as the crystal melted by the heat and turned into vapor. The bubbles whirled as Christopher inhaled deeply and extensively. He held his breath with his eyes on Patrick, exhaling his cloud of chemicals directly at him. Realizing that maybe blowing the clouds directly in Patrick’s face wasn’t the most gentle, Christopher immediately apologized. ‘Sorry about that, I… I didn’t think to not blow that right into your face’ ‘No-no, actually that was kinda hot, I was ok with that.’ responded Patrick Patrick’s heart began to race, as he was suddenly feeling like he was dancing with the devil. He wanted to flirt with Christopher and for Christopher to bait him to try meth. ‘You can keep blowing clouds, I like watching you do it’ Patrick said. Christopher smiled, ‘Ok cool, I’m glad you’re ok with it Patrick.’ Christopher got to the side of the bed, got out what appeared to be a dime bag with the crystal shaped pieces and dust, and extracted some with a straw as a scooper. He narrowed down to the bowl to top it off with more shards, and relit. The crystals began to liquify and turn into a thick smoke. The bubbles gargled through, filling Christopher’s lungs full of the crystal meth, and out he blew, again towards Patrick. Patrick breathed in the thick air, and leaned in to kiss Christopher, wanting to get close to the clouds and inhale whatever he could. In turn, he began again to kiss Christopher, which he could taste a bitter flavor from the smoke. Their tongues danced and collided, and the heat from both their bodies coming together got them excited. Christopher broke the kissing to grab air. ‘You were curious about the smoke just now, weren’t you.’ asked Christopher. ‘Maybe’ replied Patrick. ‘Light another one.’ Patrick’s heart was rapidly beating, hearing his own words making Christopher push his own limits. In Patrick’s mind, he was ready to get converted into trying meth. He wanted to clear his mind on having to make a tough decision and to just let the desire take control like never before. He was ready to be carried away by the night and the approaching morning. Christopher lit the torch again, letting the crystals once again melt. The inhale of the vapor rushed into the bong, hitting Christopher, as he continued heating up all that meth. The torch went off, the bubbles subsided, starting that moment of pause for Christopher to let the clouds swirl in his lungs. Patrick was gonna make a go for a shotgun with Christopher. Patrick's eyes gazed into Christopher’s dark pupils, giving each other their full attention. Patrick and Christopher came together and locked lips. Christopher slowly breathed the chems into Patrick, filling him with his warm clouds of Miss Tina. The exchange was seductive, and Patrick was feeling the smoke envelope in his mouth, his throat, and his lungs…..

Part 28 Was this really happening? Was I really sucking on my own son's rockhard cock and playing with his cummy asshole? The voice in my head was carrying on excitedly as I heard Jeremy's own excited voice talking out loud as I deepthroated his thick meat again and again. “Oh fuck yeah! Deepthroat that dick! Take my cock all the way to the balls daddy!” I groaned hungrily hearing his words, knowing it really WAS his dad working his young dick, working to make sure he enjoyed it totally. His precum was flowing down my throat and I was wondering how long it'd be before I got to taste his full cum load. Standing next to Jeremy I heard Drew saying, “Tell him, dude. Tell him how much you've been wanting to have sex with him, with your own fucking father. Let him know what you want.” In a deep sensuous voice I heard Jeremy speaking. “Oh fuck dad. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time. Feel your mouth on my cock. I want to taste your cock too. And, and I want you to fuck me daddy! Oh gawd I want your dick in my ass dad!!” It was all I could do to keep quiet hearing Jeremy say these things, realizing he was meaning it all. Then Ryan upped the ante when I heard him asking Jeremy, “You wanna fuck your dad too doncha dude? Wouldn't you like to sink your hard bare cock in your dad's hole and fuck him until you cum in him?” Jeremy and I both moaned at that and I felt Jeremy's whole body tremble. “Fuck yeah! Would you like that dad? Do you want me to fuck you too?” he asked. Not daring to speak and not wanting to release his turgid dick from my throat I moaned loudly letting him know I definitely wanted him to fuck his daddy's ass. As I slid two fingers inside Jeremy's wet stretched hole I heard Kevin's voice. “You've never topped before have you Jeremy?” he asked in a low voice. There was a pause and I looked up at my son's blindfolded face then heard him say, “No. Never have.” “It'd be so wild for your dad's ass to be the first one wouldn't it?” Kevin continued as he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. “Hell yeah it'd be hot as hell!” Jeremy exclaimed. Drew took over at this point and said, “It looks like your dad wants that too, dude. He wants to be his son's first fuck. Are you ready bro?” Already??!! I screamed in my head even as my hole twitched at the thought. “So ready!” Jeremy breathed out. Drew pulled Jeremy back from between my legs causing his wet cock to exit my mouth. With his mouth right next to Jeremy's ear Drew looked at me and said, “Look at that hard wet cock Daddy J. Your son's cock. You ready to get fucked by your stud son and let him breed you with his incest cum?” I wanted to yell out loud that was exactly what I wanted and was ready for, but I bit my tongue and nodded eagerly as Drew grinned wickedly at me. Not taking his eyes off mine Drew took Jeremy's wet warm cock in his fist and started jacking it slowly. “Yeah, Jer, you should see the look on your dad's face. He wants you to fuck his hot ass and give him every inch of your raw cock and every drop of your sweet cum. Your sweet incest cum,” he said causing Jeremy to moan and shudder. “Before he fucks you I think you need to fuck him first, though. Right?” I was stroking my own steel-hard cock and fingering my cum-filled hole waiting for Jeremy to answer. When he did he spoke directly to his “roleplay dad”. “You want me to fuck you dad before you fuck me? You want your son's cock drilling your hole?” I groaned loudly not concerned at that moment if it gave me away or not. But apparently it didn't. Drew chuckled again and told Jeremy it sounded like his dad just said “yes”. “First though, you and your dad need some more fuck smoke to get you both really ready to cross that line.” Saying that, he placed a pipe between Jeremy's lips and I watched my son start to inhale the white smoke. At the same time Ryan sat down next to me on the bed and fed me a pipe as well, whispering obscenities in my ear as I eagerly filled my lungs with two deep hits of the fuck smoke. Done with the pipes for the time being Drew led Jeremy around the side of the bed then told him to get up on the bed and lay on his back while Kevin pulled me up off of the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed I saw Jeremy stretched out naked in front of me, his muscled body covered in sweat, his hands rubbing across his pecs and nips and his long throbbing cock towering above his body. Again, Drew took charge and directed the next moves. “Okay, Jeremy, your dad's going to climb on the bed and straddle you then sit down on your cock. You're going to love how fucking great his ass is going to feel on your dick dude! Once you feel him all the way down on your cock whenever you're ready start thrusting up into him and fuck him. Okay?” Jeremy stroked his dick and groaned and said, “Hell yeah!” Then he said in a commanding sex-filled voice, “Cmon, daddy! C'mon and sit on my dick you nasty pig! Sit on my cock and let your son fuck you full of cum!” (to be continued)

Part 27 As I felt Kevin begin moving his cock in and out of my eager hole I was swept up in the sensations I was feeling in my well-fucked cum-soaked cheating hole. I realized his dick felt just as good or better now as it did when he had fucked me the first time. Only this time, I thought, it was all so much hotter because now I knew he was poz and I couldn't believe how much that turned me on. I wanted and needed to let him know. Arching my back I slammed my ass back hard toward him and began spewing filthy sexy words out of my mouth to let him know what I was craving. “Oh fuck yeah, Kevin! Do it stud! Fuck my cheating married daddy ass with your hard raw dick! Your POZ dick! I want your toxic cum filling up my fuckhole again like you did at the park! Oh gawd please man I need it! Please give it to me!” There were no walls left to come down, there was no resistance. I wanted raw man sex with the fuck smoke and all the poz cocks and cum loads these hellish animals had to give me. I heard Kevin chuckle hoarsely even as he gripped my hips tighter and increased the power of his fuck-strokes. “Like father like son,” he laughed lewdly. “You and your son are both the same. Both addicted to the fuck smoke and to having your manholes fucked with raw dick and filled with viral dirty poz cum! You can't get enough can you? Neither one of you?” he asked slamming hard against my ass making me gasp. “No. You're right,” I managed to croak out. “Can't get enough. It all feels so good. So wrong but so wildly hot and fucking perfect!” Kevin leaned down over my back as he continued drilling my surrendered hole and whispered in my ear. “You know what I'm going to do in just a moment or two? I'm gonna blast another load of my tainted spunk inside you so you'll feel it fresh and warm in your ass while you fuck your own son with your cock, Justin. Feeling your ass full of poz cum while you bury your daddy cock in your own son's tight ass full of poz cum just like yours!” He grunted, slapped my ass hard and continued, “Is that what you want buddy? Does that sound like what you need you hot fucker?!” Unable to think of anything else I yelled out, “Hell fucking yes!! I want to incest fuck my baby boy and give him my cum while your poz cum is soaking into my own ass walls!” There was no shame or guilt as I heard myself saying these things to Kevin. There was only the deliciously hot hunger and expectation of burying my cock as deep as possible in my handsome young son's already cum-filled hole and adding my own load to the two I had witnessed him taking already tonight. While my own ass had four loads of poz cum in it...it'd be four once Kevin gave me the one he was close to delivering. “Fucking breed me, Kevin!” I practically screamed, not concerned if Jeremy might hear my voice or not. At that moment the only thing I cared about was having this hairy big-dicked stud blast another load of his HIV-positive cum deep inside my guts. I needed it more than I'd ever needed anything else and I could tell Kevin was close from the noises he was making as he pounded me harder and harder. “You are the hottest neg ass I've ever fucked!” he growled from deep in his throat. “You gave in so easy you hot fucker! Gonna make you poz real soon just like me and Drew and Ryan are poz. Just like we're gonna make your son poz too!” he grunted darkly. That did it for me. There was no turning back (if there ever had been). I wanted to be poz. And I wanted Jeremy to be poz too! “Here it cums man!” Kevin cried out. “Giving you another load of my toxic cum in your cheating married addicted ass!” And as he slammed into me one more time I began pleading with him, “Poz me! Oh gawd yes stud, fucking poz me, please!!” And I felt his cock spasming inside my chute, spewing more of his venom deep inside me where I craved it. Breathing heavy with my face pressed against the bed I heard Kevin finally say, “Look at the screen, Justin.” I slowly raised my head and opened my eyes. On the screen in front of us I saw Jeremy wide-eyed and stroking his hard thick cock. The beating of my heart in my ears finally cleared enough to hear what was being said. “Holy fuck!” Jeremy was saying, grinning in erotic excitement. “Sounds like Daddy Kevin and his friend are fucking like crazy!” In my mind I realized that apparently Jeremy had not recognized my voice. Probably because he'd never heard his father screaming like that! Drew slid a finger between Jeremy's legs and Jeremy's face and moan made it obvious Drew's finger was inside Jeremy's wet hole. Drew chuckled. “Yeah, they're both horny daddys! Are you ready to join them guy?” “Mmmmmm yes,” I heard my son answer greedily. At that moment I wondered for the first time how this was going to happen. How were these men going to get Jeremy to let his own dad fuck him, even though he was excited by the idea. I got my answer almost right away as I saw Drew pick up a blindfold and hold it up in front of Jeremy. “Daddy Kevin's friend likes to have some ki*ky fun sometimes, especially when he's fucking a new guy. It will get him nastier if you wear this blindfold. Just at first. We'll take it off once he's really fucking you good. Are you cool with that, Jer?” Drew asked in that hypnotic voice that he had used to get me to agree to whatever he wanted. Jeremy grinned again and said, “Yeah, I think it sounds wild as hell! I've seen it in some vids before and thought it was hot!” Looking into the camera, knowing full well that I was watching and listening, Drew slipped the blindfold over Jeremy's eyes. Confirming that he couldn't see anything he and Ryan helped Jeremy stand up then they disappeared from the screen I'd been watching. As I waited for them to enter the bedroom, Kevin whispered to me, “You'll need to be real quiet, Justin, so Jeremy doesn't recognize your voice. At least until you're ready for him to know your cock is the one fucking him.” With that he pulled his cock from my flooded ass and I moaned as the bedroom door opened and Drew and Ryan escorted my jock boy into the room and over to the bed where I was still kneeling from Kevin's fuck. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt a steady stream of precum flowing out of my piss slit. I moaned (I couldn't help it!) but I kept it low and short in case Jeremy might be able to realize it was me just from the wordless sounds. I scooted up to sit on the edge of the bed and Drew positioned Jeremy between my spread legs. My gaze was immediately drawn to his rock-hard throbbing dickmeat, and I was pretty sure it was definitely as big as mine in length and thickness. The whole cockhead was slimy with his precum and my mouth watered. I had to taste it. Placing my trembling hands on his waist to hold him steady I lowered my mouth and parted my lips as I slowly slid my son's cock inch by inch into my eager mouth. Jeremy and I both moaned at the same time as I engulfed his full length and finally tasted the incestuous flesh of the cock I had made. (to be continued)

Part 2 I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, 6 foot tall, and was not surprised I received a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward where I had earned a reputation as a potential target. I had fooled about with one of the AIDS patients, although I don't think he had told the other patients the sordid details. At most, the other patients guessed something had gone on, but precisely what was not common knowledge. I needed a fag, and to go out to the smoking hut. Because it was summer time, I slipped into a pair of flip flops as we weren't allowed to wear our hospital shoes outdoors, but, as usual, I was dressed in scrubs. Arriving at the smoking hut, I saw one of the patients from the AIDS ward, named 'Andy'. He was in his mid-thirties, bald, skinny, and in the advanced stages of AIDS. In addition, I knew he kinky, and was a nasty exhibitionist slut. "Hey Joe. Looking sexy, as usual, with your cute feet showing like that. I approve," Andy said as I lit-up a cigarette. "Hi, Andy, and thanks," I replied, in the process slipping off my flip flops off and flexing my toes. I love my feet and being barefoot made me horny. "So, how are you, Andy?" I asked, flexing my knee and holding my bare toes as I smoked my cigarette. "I'm good. Thanks. Did you have fun with John the other night?" he asked. As I debated my reply, he took a last drag on his cigarette, extinguished it, and stood-up. Dressed in tracksuit trousers, slippers and a hospital gown top, his bulging cock was visible in his baggy, grey trackies. "He shouldn't have told you, I could get in trouble," I replied, as I massaged my toes. "He just said you had some fun. I aint gonna say anything, don't worry" Andy commented as he took a step so he was standing directly in front of me. "Besides," he continued as he took hold of my bare foot and rubbed it gently with his big, muscular hands, "you're young, body full of hormones, and your nuts are full of cum, huh?" With that he pulled my foot into his crotch and rubbed his hard-on against it. I did my best to curl my toes around his shaft. "Your cock feels massive, Andy. Promise not to tell anyone about John? Or this?" I asked, rubbing his boner through his trousers with my bare foot, gripping his shaft with my sweaty toes. "I promise," he replied, grinding his crotch against my foot. With some pride, I noticed a wet spot of precum appearing through his trousers. "I'd better stop or you're gonna have a tell tale stain," I observed, removing my toes from his cock, and returning my bare foot to the concrete flooring. The concrete was quite cold, but that didn't stop me from slipping off my other flip flop, and standing barefoot in front of Andy. "Will you tell me what you did?" he asked, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my scrubs. "I can't. I could get in so much trouble," I replied. Andy continued to rub my erection through the thin fabric, but after a few seconds he paused, and poked his head out the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. 'I'll do anything. Come on, please. I can see you're turned-on by talking about it" Andy plead. With that he knelt down and, lifting my left foot up to his face, he brushed the dirt off my sole and, one-by-one, sucked my toes. "Oh god, Andy, that feels nice," I responded, trying to grip his tongue with my toes as he licked all around the underside of my sweaty digits. "You're a foot loving boy, aint ya? If you won't tell me what John did, will you show me?" as he moved from licking my bare sole to sucking my big toe. "Fuck, oh god. I can't here," I answered, pointing my toes and poking them into his mouth. "You sure?" And with that Andy took all five of my toes between his lips and sucked about half of my foot into his mouth, deep-throating my foot, and tongue-fucking my toe gaps, coating my toes in saliva. He had earned my respect. "Fuck it, ok, stand-up and drop your trousers," I said, removing my foot from his mouth. My toes were covered in his spit. Andy stood-up, again glanced-out the door to make certain no one was near. Then he slipped-off his slippers, dropped his tracksuit trousers down to his ankles, stepped out of his trousers, and tossed them on the bench. Standing in front of me, his hospital gown came down to his knees, so his genitals were covered, but his fat erection made a huge tent in his gown front, and the back was only loosely tied so his bum and bare back were visible through the crack. "Have you got a condom?" I asked, pulling my cock out my scrubs and giving myself a few wanks. "Nope. Did you and John use a condom?" he asked as I wanked myself. Andy then reached over and took hold of my erection, repeating his question "Did John use a condom?" "No, no he didn't," I finally answered. "Then you don't need one now," as he commented as he continued to wank me off. "Ah, fuck. Turn around," I ordered. Without a pause, Andy turned around, showing me his half-tied hospital gown. His skinny bum cheeks and muscular back showed through a gap in the gown. I slid my hand up his inner thigh, and along his ass crack. It was wet and slimy. Andy smirked, commenting "Oh yeah, I took a load from my boyfriend load earlier this morning," all the while standing nonchalantly at the entrance of the smoking hut, smoking a cigarette, playing look-out as I played with his bum cheeks. "Is your boyfriend HIV positive?' I asked, pulling his bum cheeks apart and looking at his cum-coated, poz fuck hole. "Yeah, he gave the bug to me,' Andy answered, and then cajoled me saying "come on Joe, show me what John did to your little neg ass." At the same time Andy bent at the waist, arched his back, and backed his cum-oozing hole nearer to my cock. "It sounds like you already know," I remarked, having made my decision. I rubbed my helmet in the cum oozing out of his hole, getting my mushroom head coated in brown tinged poz cum. Then I slid my helmet slowly into his poz man cunt, feeling the hot cum ooze out round my coronal ridge as I held my helmet in him. "Oh, yeah, fuck me neg boy. Put your student cum up me," Andy moaned as I buried my cock slowly into his guts until my balls hit his arse cheeks. I held my cock inside him, slid my hands up his back, un-knotting the ties on his hospital gown, and, opening the back of his garment, I slid my hands round him to feel his bare chest. "How far can you see if someone is coming?" I asked, pushing the hospital gown completely off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist where it hung on his erection. "About 50 feet. Plenty far for a quick naked fuck" Andy replied, as he pushed the hospital gown off his cock, standing completely naked impaled on my bare cock in the door of the smoking hut. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered to myself, my cock balls-deep up Andy's ass. I pulled my scrubs top over my head, dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, awkwardly kicking my bunched-up trousers and underwear off my bare feet, all the while trying valiantly to keep my cock buried in Andy's guts. Eventually, however, I too was completely naked. "Fuck yeah, fuck me nude boy," Andy moaned as I worked my cock in and out of his sloppy ass, his boyfriend's poz cum making his ass slurp every time I slid out. "You're so sloppy," I quietly remarked, sliding my cock out completely on every stroke so I could watch the second hand cum drool off my helmet before plunging back into his guts. "I could get in so much trouble if someone sees us," I said, standing on my bare tip toes to get more purchase to fuck his cum leaking man cunt. "Don't worry, damn it, I'll give a shout if anyone comes! Don't want you getting in trouble! Relax and enjoy yourself," Andy advised as he encouraged me to fuck his poz ass. "Fuck getting in trouble," I said, horniness getting the better of me. I pulled out, and before Andy could question me, I instructed him "Lay down here, on our clothing," as I kicked our discarded clothing into a pile with my foot. Andy obliged, laying on his back on the mound of clothing, as I knelt between his legs. "We won't be able to see if some one comes,' Andy observed as I lifted his feet up onto my shoulders, my helmet at the entrance of his hole. "Are you okay with getting caught?" Andy nodded his approval, so I continued "Shit a bit of cum out onto my knob." Andy immediately strained his sphincter muscles, pushing a glob of cum out onto my cock head. It was farty lump of frothy white cum that, once shat out onto the tip of my cock, smeared along my shaft as I slid into Andy's bowels. "Fuck yeah, but I thought you were worried," Andy continued, as he reached-up and pulled my face to his, pressing his lips against mine. "Honestly, I'm too fuckin' horny to care," I responded, slowly starting to fuck Andy, sliding my cock in and out of his diseased guts as we started to snog. "Close your eyes. Fuck it. If someone walks past, just fuck me and snog me with your eyes closed until you cum," Andy suggested. And with that we both closed our eyes, Andy on his back, his feet over my shoulders, bent double as I rutted on top of him, grinding my raw cock deep into his intestines as we snogged, oblivious to where we were or how risky it was. We fucked for several minutes, my cock slopping in and out of his cunt, and, pulling his left foot between our faces, and we snogged each other, his dirty toes in our mouths and occasionally up my nose, slobbering each other's face (and his foot) as we fucked in a contortionist's pose. After a few minutes, I pulled Andy's foot away and rammed my tongue down his throat, making him gag, fucking him for ages, but eventually we heard faint foot steps approaching, and I opened my eyes and tried to pull away. Andy, however, held my face to his, our lips pressed together, and commanded me to "Keep fucking me," licking my nose as I resumed fucking him. The footsteps meanwhile, were getting louder. "But Andy," I said as he sucked my nose and stuck his tongue up my nostrils, "there's someone coming." He held my face right up to his, my hips bucking into him as we listened to the approaching footsteps. "Just fuck me, deep, slow, fuck yeah, come on, fuck the person coming, let him see," he urged, snogging me hard as the shadow of two people appeared on the wall of the shelter. The newcomers were two young guys, probably in their late teens or early 20s, and with their first clear view of the shelter, I was about to blow my load. "Fucking queers," one of the guys said as the two of them walked past. My nuts were boiling with lust and pride, having just been seen by two youths, in a smoking shelter, fucking this guy, both of us completely naked. Just in case the guys couldn't tell precisely were I was in the process, I announced "I'm cumming," slamming my cock into Andy's guts, my balls jumping as I unloaded, simultaneously shoving my tongue into Andy's throat as I bred him. We moaned in pleasure into each face as I came deep in Andy's guts. I exaggerated our respective role by ramming hard into Andy as my cum flowed into his body, my balls emptying their load into his poz bowels. Suddenly one of the guys re-appeared in the doorway of the shelter again, just as I was bucking my hips into Andy, finishing-up in dumping my load deep inside him. Asking the obvious, he said "Are you cumming up him?", his iphone in hand, apparently filming the two of us in action. I continued, finishing-up in dumping my load into Andy as we both snogged, glancing at the guy but more or less ignoring him. After all, I was making bareback nasty with a very poz guy, breeding his dirty asshole. I lay on top of Andy, my cock up his ass, our bodies interlocked on the floor, our naked bodies heaving as the boy stopped filming. "Are you going to piss off so we can get dressed?" Andy said sternly to the boy. "Andy, don't be so horrible. He's just curious," I said, and then turning to the young guy I asked "You gonna stay until you've seen this, aint ya?" Just to entice him, I withdrew my cock from Andy's ass, and both it and I stood proudly in the full light of day for the inspection of the guy. As my cock was slick with anal juices, I grabbed my shaft and squeezed the last few drops of cum out my tip. The boy just stared at me as I stroked my softening erection, my cockhead shining in the sun. "How old are you mate?" I asked, helping Andy to his feet. Andy immediately stood behind me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass as he hugged me, both of us standing naked in front of the boy. "I'm 19", the guy answered. Meanwhile Andy ran his hands up and down the front of my torso, making my cock throb as the on-looker watched, Andy also grinding his erection into my ass crack. "Thank god for that. What's your name, mate?" I asked. Andy finally stopping molesting my naked body. I reached for my scrub top, but Andy grabbed it from me, handing me his hospital gown. "Simon," the guy answered, as I looked puzzled at Andy, taking the gown from him. "I'm Andy, and this is Joe. He's a patient here. Put your gown on Joe," Andy said while slipping on my scrubs top and pulling on my scrubs trousers, handing me my boxers. Still mystified, I did as he ordered, pulling the hospital gown over my head, and pulling-up my boxers. Andy tied only the top tie of the hospital gown up on my back of me, squeezing my bum through my boxer shorts. "Why were you guys fucking here?" Simon asked. I looked him up and down. He was skinny, five foot nothing, wearing high top skater shoes, skinny knee length shorts and a tight white polo shirt, a 'Justin Bieber' hair cut, and a button nose. I remember thinking to myself 'Simon is as cute as hell - a very trendy young lad'. "Joe has been a patient here for ages, and we can't do it in the hospital, so we have to come out here," Andy lied to the boy. At that moment the boy's phoned beeped. "It's my mate. He's waiting for me at the youth club," Simon said, as he stepped out the doorway. "That's not fair," Andy retorted, stopping Simon in his tracks. "What isn't?" Simon asked. "We showed you ours. You've gotta show us yours. Here, look," Andy said, lifting my hospital gown up and getting my cock out my boxers, and then hauling his own cock out, holding both and stroking them gently. "I dunno..." Simon replied, looking round to see if anyone was near. "Go on. I can see you thinking about it," Andy urged, stroking both our cocks, one in each hand. "Fuck, hold on," Simon answered. Putting his phone in his pocket, he unzippd his flies, popped his button, and pulled his shorts wide open. He was wearing bright blue boxers. Then he then hooked his thumbs into his underwear waistband and paused, looking over his shoulders again to check if the coast was still clear. Apparently satisfied the coast was clear, he turned to face us, and then pulled the front of his boxers down, inviting us in saying "Here ya go," wagging his cock round. It was, at most, five inches, and matched his build as both he and it were fairly skinny. His foreskin covered most of his helmet, his japs eye nevertheless visible. His blond pubes, glinting in the sun, and neatly trimmed, completed the package. "Joe, I haven't a hand free. Pull his foreskin back for me. I want to see his helmet," Andy said wacking both of our cocks. I didn't need any further invitation. I reached over and took a hold of Simon's cock. He took a deep inhalation. "Don't worry, Simon. I'm just gonna skin it back for you mate. Okay?" Simon nodded, watching as I gripped his shaft and pulled back his foreskin. Simon sighed as I began to play with his cock, and I used every manual trick I knew, holding it, cupping it, stroking my thumb along the shaft, gently pulling his foreskin over his helmet again and then peeling it back slowly. His pleasure was evident as his piss slit smeared my palm with his precum. "You ever fucked anyone, mate?" Andy asked, as I let go of Simon's cock and watched as it jumped with ever heart beat. "Eermm.... No...." Simon replied. "Joe likes watching me get fucked by other guys," Andy said, letting go of our cocks and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. "Andy, you can't," I said, as Andy again took hold of my cock. "Maybe this will convince you," Andy replied. Turning his back to Simon, he bent over and slid my cock into his mouth, sucking hard on my helmet as he presented his ass to Simon, who just stood there, still holding his boxers down so his erection could hang out proudly, all of six inches from Andy's hole. "Simon, push your boxers down below your balls. That's it," I observed, as Andy sucked my cock. Simon did as I ordered, pushing his boxers down so his cock and balls hung out. His little nuts were pulled up tight under the base of his cock. I leaned over Andy as he in turn bent over between Simon and me, gagging as I shoved my cock deeper into his throat. At this point I was thoroughly horny, and certainly horny enough to carry through with this scene. I then pulled-out of Andy's mouth, and stood next to Simon, as I stroked my cock. "Simon, are you ok? You haven't said anything," I observed, as I reached over and moved Simon's hand to my erection. Andy was still bent over in front of the Simon, his ass no more than inches from the tip of Simon's innocent cock. "I'm ok. What do I do?" Simon asked, still holding my cock. "Inch forward, that's it," I instructed, as Simon put his helmet to Andy's cum-leaking hole. "I've got a condom in my wallet. Should I get it out?" Simon asked, adding "what's that stuff?" as he smeared his helmet in my sperm. "You don't need a condom. Andy's not a girl. He can't get pregnant, and that stuff is my cum. I wouldn't have fucked him bareback if it was dangerous would I?" I lied. "I guess. Should I just fuck him without a condom then, like they do in porn?" Simon asked, gently squeezing my cock onto which he was still holding. "It feels so much better without a condom, Simon. Never use one. Always get your little cock in there skin-to-skin," Andy recommended, reaching back and pulling his cheeks apart, presenting his poz cunt for the him to fuck raw. "Help him do me bareback, Joe. Please," Andy said. "Line it up with his hole, and now just push inside. That's it," I said as Simon's helmet slid easily into Andy's experienced hole. Simon's cock skin, of course, was being caressed by Andy's poz bowel lining, and in obvious pleasure, Simon grunted "Oh, wow", as he all but throttled my cock in the excitement of the moment: his erect cock was lodged in Andy's guts, and my cum and all sorts of other juices leaked out of Andy's ass, to lubricate Simon's entrance. In fact, Simon's pubes and nuts were completely matted in cum. "Good huh?" Andy moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Simon's erection. "Fuck!" Simon exclaimed, perhaps a little loudly, but certainly understandably, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently, fucking Andy, all the while still holding my cock with his young fingers. "Glad you tried it?" I asked, sliding my hand onto his skinny bum, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were puled down a bit. My finger tips were exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers shorts waistband down even further as I pushed Simon into an ever harder fucking motion. "Oh, I think I'm gonna..." Simon exclaimed, as he likewise dropped my cock, grabbed Andy's hips, and fucked Andy deeply and erratically, jerking into the poz guy. "Just let go - cum inside him. Good boy," I said, sliding my hand down the back of Simon's boxers and feeling his bum cheeks clench as he started to cum, his little hips hammering into Andy, unloading his cum into Andy's hole. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck.......' Simon grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Andy's guts. "Good boy," I praised him, letting Simon come down off his orgasm. I couldn't help myself, but found myself openly stroking his bum cheeks as he pulled out, cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Andy stood up and started to pull my scrubs trousers on again, as I stared at Simon's pulsating, all the while playing with his hole. Panting quite hard, Simon gasped "Fuck me, that was cool," looking with obvious pride at his throbbing cock. I knelt down and sucked it into my mouth, sucking all the grime off it - until Simon pushed me off. "All clean," I said, standing-up and stroking Simon's cock one last time before he pulled his shorts and boxers up. "Fuck, well, I've gotta go," Simon announced. "Thanks, and nice meeting you mate,' Andy grinned. "Yeah, and thanks. See ya," Simon replied as he hurriedly left the shelter. "Young guys always run after they've cum," Andy observed. "You shouldn't have let him fuck you bareback, Andy," I said, gripping Andy's cock through his trousers. "Hey, at least I didn't breed him. I done as much to guys his age. "So tell me, Andy, why am I wearing your hospital gown?" I asked as Andy rubbed his fingertips on the skin of my bare back through the gaping gap in the back of it. I shuddered in pleasure as he slid his hand down into the back of my boxer shorts and grazed his finger over my hole. "So Simon didn't know you worked here. Plus, I thought I'd have easier access. If, that is, you've got a little longer?" he asked, turning me round to face him, our bare toes touching. "You're still horny? I guess you haven't cum yet. Sure. I'm not needed in theatre for an hour," I answered, adding "What did you have in mind?" Andy slipped on my flip flops on and picked up his slippers, suggesting "Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" as he squeezed my cock through my clothing. "I can't go barefoot and dressed like this," I retorted, as Andy stroked me to erection again. Then he took my hand by the wrist and slid it down the front of the scrub trousers he was wearing, getting me to hold his fat shaft. "You want this up you?" he asked, as I slowly stroked his cock. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, further instructing me to keep ahold his cock in his scrubs trousers, and as he held his tracksuit trousers and slippers in front of his crotch to hide where my arm entered under his waist band. With no more ado, he led me off towards the hospital, barefoot, in just boxers and a loosely tied gown, my cock throbbing....

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

Ahmed clearly had a thing for newly legal teen boys. Our schools cleaner has caught me jerking off in the locker room sniffing a teammates swimmers. He had threatened to tell my parents unless I did exactly what he asked. To be honest I was more than happy to do whatever the early 40’s Middle Eastern cleaner wanted. I could tell he had a muscular hairy body under his uniform, and it turned out he had a massive 11” Arabic cock that could hit all the right places. That’s how I had ended up Poz at age 18. Ahmed has taken me into an empty toilet cubicle, stuffed dirty underwear into my mouth, bent me over the toilet and forced the thick blunt headed anaconda up my virginity hole. He took my virginity whilst I could hear my teammates going about their business in the locker room. Thank god for his sweaty underwear in my mouth or I’m sure the whole team would have seen me giving my virgin ass to the schools cleaner. He had enjoyed pounding my hole in such a risky setting, and after 10 minutes of ripping up my ring I felt him go stiff and collapse on my back as he filled me with his hot Arab jizz. He silently pulled out of me, wiped his dick on my track shirt and got dressed. As he went to open the door to leave the cubicle he whispered ‘Thanks for the hole slut, you’re now pregnant with my Poz babies.’ I waited until he had left, scooped some of his hot jizz that was running down my leg and jerked the last neg load of my life all over the floor. Sure enough, 4 weeks later I came down with the worst flu. I took myself to the clinic and they confirmed I had been knocked up by the thick Arab anaconda. Since then Ahmed had continued to use my holes whenever it suited him, but it soon became apparent he was getting bored with me. I received a short text from him ‘come to my house, tonight at 9pm’ followed by an address…

At first I considered myself versatile. Was cool with topping since wife had no interest in fucking. But apparently my cock is considered pretty desirable so whenever I hooked up with versatile guys they would insist I top first. Usually they would cum with me fucking them so once I was done they would suddenly not want to top me. Every time that happened I always felt unsatisfied as my ass ached for cock and cum. Eventually I just realized that my ass is in control and to go full bottom. Best decision in my life. I personally feel more satisfied from jerking off with a strangers DNA soaking in my guts, and blowing my worthless load on the ground/toilet/sheets/all over myself. I do not believe nationality has a bias on a persons preference.

Glad to hear from another Dan Fisk fan! We're never too old to dream of him fucking us and breeding us; can't tell you how much cum he's drained out of me as I watched his vids and fantasized about him. Everything you said about him is what turns me on too. I'm not sure why the term "Toxic-fuck" was used. Maybe by the person who posted it.

Condoms aren't a deal breaker for me. Some guys are only willing to fuck with them, so that's the way it goes. Some guys who say condoms only end up doing it bare anyway, they just never mention the condom and someone ends up getting fucked. The only thing I can't be doing with is a guy whose STD paranoid and constantly checking it's not broken, doesn't want to blow each other, stuff like that. Sex is supposed to be fun. These guys need to relax, get on PrEP and use condoms too if makes them happy, but try to chill out a bit about sex.

Congrats, Flared. You've come quite a distance from when you first posted above. There are any number of reasons you didn't enjoy the fuck. You're what we call a "novice" as far as sexual acts go, and I'm not at all surprised you didn't find the first fuck thrilling. We're conditioned to associate the ass with unpleasant functions, and that could be part of it. Others (I mean bottoms) on BZ can offer you advice on the prep-work, if that's what was bothering you. Or, maybe it was nothing more than learning how to relax your Hole properly. I'd call it a small issue, soon to be overcome with some practical advise and taking more Cocks up your gut. Generally, I think it's the Top's responsibility to "open" the bottom, and make sure it's ready (after the usual preparations are accomplished). You'll learn fairly quickly, I think, to accommodate the Cock, and thrill to the sexual freedom that's in your future. It could be nothing more than a sense of not knowing what to do, and that wouldn't be a surprise at all. Again, congratulations on your first "natural" fuck. Now, go forth, young man - and experience everything you need/want to experience. Make the years count, in all the richness they offer. Good luck !!!

In what seemed like a blink, Dale entered the room and decked the lookalike that Brock had met at the entrance of the building. The man Brock had thought was his uncle. The man who had been so eager to get Brock's dick in him this morning. The imposter crumpled to the floor clutching his nose, which was bleeding profusely. Brock was caught off guard and shrunk back from the two men. Dr. Shah stood on reflex, seemingly more to protect his supplies than to intervene in the altercation. Dale turned to Brock and winced at the look on his nephew's face - watching someone lose trust in you in real time is never pleasant. "Sorry I'm late, bud." Dale offered. "What. The fuck. Is going on?" Brock asked with icy pointedness, still distancing himself from Dale and his doppelganger. "Brock, meet my brother Rod. My twin brother Rod," Dale said with an unamused dryness. Dale nudged Rod with the toe of his boot, rolling his brother a bit onto his back. As he rolled, his shirt rode up in the front and Brock noticed the conspicuous absence of a scorpion tattoo where Dale's was on his lower abdomen. "I'd planned for you to meet your dad a little differently," Dale said. The statement seemed more intended for Rod than Brock. "What is he doing here? What's going on?" Brock's brain itched a little when Rod was referred to as his dad. As though he couldn't figure out where to comfortably put that information in his brain. "The fuck did you tell him?" Dale's attention was back on Rod. Something was seething under the surface of his tone. Brock was pretty sure they crossed the line of "dysfunctional" long before this moment, but he got the impression that even if the brothers' sexual proclivities were "traditional," this family wouldn't even approach the realm of functional. "We just got in here, I was telling him about Dr. Shah," Rod forced out around his potentially broken nose. Dale looked to Brock, seemingly for confirmation and Brock nodded back tentatively. "We're here to get you tested, bud. To be absolutely certain the virus took. And if it did, to ensure it's my strain that you've got." Dale said matter of factly. Dale shot a withering glance at his brother. "As for why he's here, i suppose he thinks this is about him." "I got sick. I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Of course I got your strain," Brock sputtered. Realizing that wasn't quite true as of a few minutes ago. "Of course this is about me!" Rod shouted incredulously. "He's my kid!" "We have to be 100% certain," Dale said with a tone of finality, "because..." "Because you're dying," Dr. Shah finished for him. "Unless you start meds." A somber silence sat on the room like a lazy cat in the sun. Brock sat down on the exam table. Dale broke the silence by beginning to explain about the Scorpion Society. The basics, unbeknownst to Dale, Brock already knew. "The society was founded by the viral descendants of the first known case of HIV in North America. We have tasked ourselves with preserving the purity of the first strain. We do that by enforcing a strict hierarchy based on how far removed a person is from that strain." "The current Jarls are direct recipients of that first strain. Their role is to convert others by passing their strain along and coaching those who receive it. Those who keep their strain pure and unmedicated are eligible to be Thanes. Those who go on meds are welcome as citizens. Those who receive their strain from Thanes are also welcome as citizens regardless of meds. Anyone converted by citizens or outsiders is too far removed from the first strain and is not welcome." "Dale and I are both Jarls," Rod chimed in. He pulled the collar of his muscle shirt down to show off his orange scorpion tattoo on his left pec. "Dale runs the local nest. I run a nest up in Chicago." "So, what happens if a Jarl has to step down?" Brock asked, the gears beginning to turn. "Normally, the Thanes keep the nest running until everyone can be re-homed," Dale replied. "But in the case of my nest, the power vacuum left in my absence could threaten the entire Society." "So, where do I factor in?" Brock realized this question still had not been answered. Dale turned to Dr. Shah, who had finished prepping supplies and was wheeling a metal table over toward Brock. "I research viral heredity, Brock. In theory, infection under the right circumstances could result in a viral strain that is substantially similar enough to the existing Jarls that we can make a case for succession," Dr. Shah explained, "circumstances like if the strain passed to a close relative of an existing Jarl." "You want me to be in charge!?" Brock's heart was pounding in his temples and his ears were ringing even before he was consciously aware of the implications. "One step at a time, bud," Dale reassured him, "first things first, we need to confirm you're poz. But eventually, yes. That is the general idea." Dr. Shah was putting on exam gloves. Brock was unfazed by needles. In fact, he'd kind of always been fascinated by them. When he was younger he used to delight in watching his veins pop up distal to the tourniquet. His favorite nurse at his pediatricians office had always made it a a race, commentating on them like it was NASCAR or something. Dr. Shah had no trouble finding a suitable vein. Brock had been so wrapped up listening to the three men in the room talk about this undertaking that he'd been oblivious to the fact that he was well on his way to a raging erection. He blamed the sudden attention from the handsome doctor. Dr. Shah talked Brock through every step in the process as he sanitized his arm and prepared to insert the needle. The doctor's experience was evident, as Brock didn't even feel the stick. He only knew it happened because he watched it. Despite the lack of sensation, the whole thing felt very erotic to Brock. Brock observed as his blood - his presumably extremely viral blood - crept its way from the needle to the waiting vials. Brock's erection was now full mast, even beginning to throb. He could already feel his precum soaking through his briefs and making his jeans damp. When Dr. Shah had the blood he needed, he quickly placed samples in several places. Brock looked around the room and could see that his uncle rock hard and also making a mess of the front of his jeans. Rod had pulled the waistband of his shorts down and pulled his dick out of the pouch of his jock and was openly stroking, his precum making excellent lube. Dr. Shah returned to the side of the exam table, his own bulge very noticeable in his khaki chinos. "Now, let us get to work on the other sample," Dr. Shah said, a thread of lust running through his voice as he began to unbuckle his belt.

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

So you wanted more about Troy. I'll call this what's wrong with Troy. I know you pigs out there would like to think that Troy was over every night slamming me and breeding me. Sorry buddies but that was not the case. However, he was at my house all the time, we'd smoke and look for our separate fucks. He'd find his and take off and I'd do my thing. We became close enough that he had a key to my place. He needed it to bring his fuck toys to use in my guest room. I only had one rule, clean up your fucking mess. I have no idea what time it was, I was beat tired from a 16-hour shoot, up for at least 24. Passed out in my bed and sleeping like a baby, dreaming that someone was playing with my hole. It was definitely a hot sex dream. The touch was so real, the wetness of the thick finger pushing into me. Then there was a burning sensation, I knew it, the same as a booty bump. I remember thinking to myself, please don't wake up this dream is too hot. Then a push and oh fuck my hole was being opened and I hear, open up little cuz. Fucking Troy you're rapping me in my sleep. He pushed me down flat on my stomach as his cock goes balls deep. He tells me that little fuck got to spun so he dumped him. When he saw my ass his cock made a decision. He said and I quote "I'm high, horny, and need to cum. Just lay there and take it". Now let's think about this. This mother fucker came into my room, lubed my ass, and gave me a booty bump while I was asleep and you want me to just lay here? Hell no, now I'm horny from that bump he gave me. So I'm going to play his game and I say, stop or I'm going to tell my dad. He says, no one is home but us so take it. You know you want this cock, you always want it slut boy. Tell me you want it. I say I don't get off me. His trust gets harder, deeper. Tell me you want it. NO, get off. He kept telling me to tell him I wanted it, but I kept saying no, playing the game. He pulls out and flips me over, spreads my legs, and slams back into me, Tell me you want it. Ok, ok I want it. Now the two of us are at our high peak, the booty bump has taken full control over me and I want his cum. Were sweaty messy kissing, talking dirty about his thick 9 1/2 cut cock and my boy pussy. I remember him telling me to tell him to rape my pussy while mom and dad are gone. That I want him to get me pregnant. I tell him no I won't say that. That fires him up and he insists that I say it. NO! He becomes more forceful. My little 5'5 135 lb body is no match to his 6 foot 185 lbs. I'm being tossed around like jello. My hole starts to spasm, I lose it and start to beg Troy to bread me. Nothing is more important than cousin Troy's cum in me. Then he says it, Tell me to get you fucking pregnant. Get me fucking pregnant. Please Troy get pregnant. The next minute is haven as we both come down from the massive load he just pumped into me. We lay there and I ask him what the fucks wrong with you? He told me to shut up, I loved it.

My name is Tyler. I'm am a 20 year old gay college kid. Since I don't have a lot of money, I'm home for the summer in Texas. Not only do I not have to pay rent, but my uncle runs a construction business and as a favor to my dad, he's letting me work there to earn some cash. The problem is, I'm not exactly that useful on a construction site. I'm skinny and can barely lift a hammer. It's also hot as hell and I can't stand to be outside very long at a time. I don't exactly look the part of a construction worker either. I'm short, dirty blonde hair, diamond studs in my ears, and two chains around my neck. My clothes are tight and leave little to the imagination. But since my uncle promised me a job, he finds something for me to do: support the workers. You see, he hires a lot of these big, strong Mexican guys to come over the border for a few months. He says they're the best workers and they never complain about the heat. He pays them well and they stay in motels while the construction projects are going on. My uncle told me that my job is to help these guys out. If they ask for something, I give it to them. This is a challenge because many of them don't speak English, but we find ways to communicate for things like food, water, etc. While the job is going okay, it's not that exciting. I spend a lot of my time in the air conditioned trailer while these guys work their asses off in the summer Texas heat. After a couple of weeks, it seems like the guys are starting to get depressed. They are still working hard but something is wrong. My uncle notices too and instructs me to fix the problem. After all, keeping them happy is my job. I notice Luis, one of the guys who speaks English decently, sitting alone in the trailer on a break. So I join him and start a conversation. It takes some prying, but I get him to admit what is bothering the guys: they are lonely. They're here working long days and not seeing their girlfriends and wives. But missing their faces isn't the real issue. When I suggest FaceTiming their women every day, Luis says that wouldn't solve the problem. Bottom line: these men are horny. They haven't had any sex since crossing the border, unless you count their hands. Hmm. This challenge will be harder than finding them food and drinks. What am I supposed to do? Hire some hookers? That would be expensive and illegal. If only they were gay, I'd help them out myself. I have a thing for the strong masculine type. I text my college friend Hector about the problem. He's gay like me but also Hispanic. After beating around the bush, he comes out and says it: I should let them use me. Hector knows I'm always horny for cock, so why not? Hector tells me something I didn't know: in Mexican culture, it's not considered gay to fuck or be sucked by a man. Only the man taking the cock is considered gay. Luis is still breaking alone in the trailer. It's time to test what Hector told me. I get down on my knees and climb under the table Luis is sitting at. He hasn't noticed because he is scrolling through his phone. He nearly jumps out of his seat when my hands begin to massage his crotch. He quickly looks down and smiles with approval. It takes mere seconds for his cock to grow rock hard. I am afraid his jeans are going to burst open. I gently unbutton and unzip his jeans. I am shocked when his massive meat springs out. No underwear! I put my face near his crotch and soak it all in. His cock is big and thick, attached to two meaty balls that are surely full of cum. He smells like a combination of testosterone and sweat. Luis' hands reach under the table. One grabs his meat and the other pushes the back of my head toward it. I know what to do. Since he only has a few minutes left in his break, there is no time to waste. I put my mouth around his cock head and begin sucking him down, inch by inch. He moans and says some things under his breath. I can't make it all out, but I hear "white whore" at some point. I bob my head up and down as his breathing and moaning pick up. He pushes my head all the way down on his cock. Then he lets out a roar as his cum begins splashing the back of my throat. I swallow every drop and continued to suck him until he goes soft and removes his hand from my head. He fastens his jeans, stands up, nods, and heads out the door. I smile and climb back to my feet.

Let me preface this with a statement that I'm not endorsing any of these potential reasons. They are, instead, quick recaps of things that people have said and posted online here (and elsewhere). 1. Some people believe in the fantasy of a "brotherhood" - that sharing a disease connects you to other guys who have the same disease, creating some sort of bond. It's horsecrap, of course, but some people really do have this fantasy idea of a sort of toxic Elks Club, where getting pozzed is your initiation into increased levels of debauchery. It's true there are a handful of sex parties, etc. that are only open to positive men - but it's not like there is a shortage of events to have sex at for guys in general. (Shortage of participants you're interested in and who are interested back, maybe.) 2. At one time, some sexually active guys who hated condoms figured it was going to happen to them sooner or later, and they wanted it sooner because then they could stop worrying about each sexual encounter. I think this attitude picked up considerably once highly effective treatments debuted about 15 or 20 years ago, and then has waned somewhat with the advent and widespread use of PrEP. 3. Some guys viewed it as an element in a domination/submission world - where some guys submit enough to a dominant guy that he infects them as part of his demonstrating his dominance. As any number of people will attest here, the idea that it's no big deal because you just take one pill a day for the rest of your life and you'll be fine is bullshit. There are all sorts of increased health risks and things you have to monitor if you're poz (unless you have a death wish, that is). Which I suppose would be #4: people who just want to get life over with, fast. There's a lot of discussion about the appeal of being poz and chasing getting pozzed in the Backroom area. This, however, is the health forum. The site allows some discussion about personal experiences regarding the upsides of being poz here - something I have mixed feelings about, myself - but any discussions encouraging people to get pozzed belong in the Backroom area, not here.

Had a good hard fuck when I came in from work this evening - with a guy I've hooked up with a few times now - mid 30s professional guy, dark haired, glasses, nice big cock. He's got a partner so can only stop by now and then on his way home from work. He looks well fit in his smart suit, shirt and tie. I sucked his cock, licked his sweaty arse, then pulled my pants down, bent over and let him slide his bare cock right up me. As always, he started off slowly, then fucked me hard and fast until he shot his load right up me, then pulled out, zipped himself up and went home to his boyfriend, leaving me with what feels like a really big load up my arse.