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I learned a long time ago, that the size of a dick has nothing to do with the quality of the sex. I’ve had phenomenal sessions with guys with smaller dicks. And have been immensely dissatisfied when fucking with men who are hung huge. It’s all about attitude for me.

On an outdoor merry-go-round, the kind you polish as fast as you can and then hop on. The park was dark; the man was a stranger. But we had hot fun!

Daryl was on his back while his boyfriend, Peter, fucked him as they usually did a couple times a week. The only thing different, this time, was Brian, watching from a chair, stroking the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Peter seemed to ignore the hot guy on the chair just a few feet over stroking, as he plowed into Daryl, while Daryl was trying his hardest not to constantly stare at Brian. By this time, Daryl would usually be faking moans so that his bf would finish. Peter was a nice young man and devoted boyfriend, but a horrible fuck. He even had a decent sized cock, Daryl thought, but Peter just couldn't get Daryl off. The chemistry just wasn't right. This time, however, Daryl was moaning with desire as he imagined Brian in place of Peter fucking him deeply. Peter sped up his pace a little as usual before he came, "I'm going to cum" he said. Peter then pulled out and jacked off onto Daryl's smooth belly like he had done dozens of time before. So well-rehearsed; and so boring to Daryl. Daryl faked another complimentary comment "Oh yeah, that was hot. I'm just too nervous to cum right now, I guess." Peter never seemed to care if Daryl came or not. Each fuck session ended the same way. And despite them having their first guest watch them fuck, Peter had a difficult time breaking his routine. "Uggh .. I need to shower. I'll be out in a few" Peter said, and then slipped away to the bathroom. He almost seemed oblivious to Brian even being there. Moments later, the bathroom door closed and the shower was running. Brian's patience was about to pay off. Daryl remembered the conversation they exchanged over e-mail messages as they arranged this. Peter would only agree to having a third person watch them fuck. Brian knew that's all that would likely happen. And since Brian was just going to watch, Daryl and Peter didn't mind Brian being poz. After all, he was just there to watch, so no harm done there. "Did you cum?" Daryl asked his newly-made athletic and hung poz friend. "No," Brian answered, detecting some interest on Daryl's part, "why don't you suck me off real quick while Peter showers." Daryl nearly jumped out of bed, and quickly made his way to Brian's thick tool. He had hoped this moment might present itself, and took advantage of it as quickly as he could. On his knees, Daryl struggled to go down down Brian's shaft. He was too aroused to even worry about Brian's HIV status. "Rules were meant to be broken," Daryl had thought to himself thinking about his own personal rule of not messing around with poz guys. Brian enjoyed his new twink friend gagging on his cock; and felt confident he would get what he wanted next. "Look, I know you don't play with poz guys. But, I can tell how much you want my cock. How about I just fuck you quickly so that you can enjoy it a little. I won't cum up in your ass or anything." Daryl thought for a moment. He had never had a cock as big as this, and the thought of getting fucked while his boyfriend was just down the hall showering, turned him on even more. It was so scandalous; and too delicious a thought for Daryl to not enjoy. He knew of a friend who let a poz guy fuck him, and he was still HIV neg. Fuck it, Daryl thought to himself, I WANT this cock. Daryl answered by moving back to the bed and laying back down on his back. Brian knew time was against them, and moved quickly into position, forcefully spreading Daryl's legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders while he pushed his thick cock into Daryl's already fucked and lubed hole. "It's gotta be quick .. oh FUCK!" Daryl tried not to shout as Brian's thickness entered and stretch his hole tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Thankfully his hole was very well lubed from his prior fuck. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," Brian said as he slid the rest of his girth inside Daryl, "I love how you stared at my cock while Peter fucked you. How's that feel?" "Fuck .. feels so damn good, oh GOD. Fuck me!" Daryl could barely contain the excitement. He was cheating with the biggest cock he ever seen, and letting a poz guy fuck him raw. The guilt and fear heightened the intense arousal he was already feeling. Brian picked up his pace and soon was all the way in him. "Oh yeah, take that huge cock." Daryl was having a hard time catching his breath, and trying not to moan too loud, "Oh god , don't stop fucking me." "I'm about to cum" Brian warned. "Please don't stop fucking me" Daryl begged. "But, I'm going to cum" Brian insisted. "Feels too good, don't stop," Daryl said. He had heard Brian's warning, but was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and was losing control. Brian picked up his pace and jabbed deeply as his cock started to throb, "I'm cumming!" he said quietly while he continued to pound away." "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daryl felt his cock about to explode; and he wasn't even jacking it. Brian pushed all the way deep inside Daryl and kept unloading the last of his load while Daryl started to shoot all over his stomach, chest and chin. Brian covered Daryl's mouth to muzzle the noise as Daryl moaned underneath his hand and sprayed his load. Brian slowly pulled his massive cock out of Daryl's hole. Both were relieved to hear the shower was still running as they returned to their senses. Daryl leaned forward and pulled Daryl close to his face, "You better leave before Peter gets out. "I'll tell him you were bored and left. Man, that was amazing. I've never been fucked like that. I want to be your boyfriend." Brian heard this before. One of the consequences of having a big dick is everyone says he wants to date you, but he felt an earnest and sincerity from Daryl he never felt before, "Well, you know how to find me. If you really wanna do it, I'm game. Let's talk again tomorrow." They kissed passionately albeit briefly, and then Brian made his quick escape. All before the shower had ended.

Last night in the sex club. He was a shorter Latin guy, totally my type. After some kissing and sucking he wanted to move to a cubicle. This is usually a no for me, I like to fuck with an audience, but I made an exception. What a good choice! He rode my dick to start and then I fucked him against the wall. His hole was just the right amount of loose. We shared many poppers hits and fucked until he blew his load hands free. I fed him some of his load on my fingers and he went strait for a sloppy kiss. Later we met up again and fucked until I seeded his ass. At the end he cleaned my cock while I played with his cummy hole. the sex was so good I barely slept last night and had to jerk off 3 more times thinking about it. 💦

In the men's dressing room of a Sears department store with the manager of the automotive department during his lunch break. It was a stand alone store and this was towards the end of the company's existence so there where no customers. My fuckbud was all sweaty under his coveralls, and was so excited he nutted quickly. But stayed hard and continued to fuck me for 30 more minutes before I got a second load. Fun but a def left with carpet burn on my knees.

PART TWO What was Daryl supposed to do next? He tried to stop thinking of Brian, but the sexual attraction was constantly there. Peter was a good guy; Daryl liked him and did not want to hurt him. The first few times he'd called Brian, he felt guilty. He and Brian would talk over the phone, after work, or when Peter was out, and both would find pleasure in these nightly chats. Not only intellectual pleasure, but also a hot jack off session foreshadowing the fun they would have again and again. Without Peter. Daryl had been negative all his life. He desperately wanted it to stay that way. He got scared merely thinking about HIV. It made his heart beat and his adrenaline rush. But when he was with Brian, he stopped caring. He cold no longer help himself from becoming a whore or his bottom bitch. Even cheating on Peter had turned him on. He could no longer think rationally. Peter had continued plowing Daryl's ass before bed time, but Daryl just could not get off. No matter what - it seemed the chemistry just was not there. Unlike when the sexy Brian had been inside him. And now that Peter was away on business for a few days, Daryl sat wondering if he had made the wrong decision to invite Brian over. A "date" consisting of a few beers and a movie, he had explained. But he knew they would fuck. So Brian came over and, after some chit chat and a few beers, they started kissing. Brian wanted to put his thick cock inside Daryl again. And Daryl was horny for it, too. Brian asked him if he loved his partner, but Daryl could not bring himself to say yes. Again, he explained that Peter was a nice guy. "So you prefer a real man who knows how to fuck you and make you moan and roll your eyes. I'll do just that for you. And more." That as basically the reason why Daryl got on his hands and knees and let the top penetrate him. And, like the first time, Brian started to bang Daryl's tight hole. Slowly at first, but faster and faster by the second. Only this time, there was no need to rush. He watched and drooled as he admired Brian's reflection in the mirror. The stud was holding his ass and fucking it hard and deep. "Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me Peter means enough to you and I will stop," Brian proposed. But Daryl said nothing. The choice was made. He loved Brian. When Peter called to wish Daryl a good night, Brian did not stop fucking. Brian enjoyed watching Daryl pretend to be groggy and taking from a nap as his cock invaded Daryl's pussy. Peter's former partner. He whispered to Brian that he was getting close. Daryl didn't know how to respond. He knew he wanted to be with Brian, but he couldn't just end things with Peter like this. Sensing Daryl needed help, Brian leaned in and whispered in his ear: "When you tell him that you love him, I won't hesitate. Ill fuck you fast and furious. I'll make you beg for my cum. Then I'll breed you." Daryl felt a wave of desire wash over him. The conversation between him and his boyfriend (or was it former boyfriend now?) was winding down toward the traditional evening greeting. "Anyhow I should get back to work," Peter was saying. "See you tomorrow, Daryl." Now was the moment to decide: stay forever stuck in a deteriorating relationship and feeling unsatisfied in bed, or let loose and take the POZ stud up the ass raw. "I love you, baby." Daryl was looking straight into Brian's eyes. He repeated it again just as Peter was hanging up on his end. He continued moaning... "I love you, Brian! Cum in me. Knock me up." Brian's sexy face contorted into an animal's rage as he unloaded several spurts of cum into his new boy's unprotected yet willing hole. "Fuck yeah, bitch! I know you want it. Get ready, baby... Here's my toxic load for you." And he came inside Daryl. Again.

So with that I decided to put his mind at ease for now and confirmed that I thought he was wise, never mix business and pleasure, then I asked if he wanted to stop so he could be considered for the job, or just have some fun. With the puff hitting him he was quick to decide on continuing to have fun and I decided I would try to have my way with him anyway, so I put the pipe to his mouth again and gave him another big lung full, then encouraged the passionate kiss as we shotgunned. My free hand started to explore his body, running down his back and finding his tight bubble butt, then I took the pipe directly again and as I kissed it to him inserted my hand inside his pants discovering a fuzzy little bubble butt... And was pleased when his hands started rubbing my hardening package. I reached for the drawer to my desk again and pulled out a box of little blue pills... Smiled at him and said at my age a little help was needed and that sometimes the puff screwed things up, but this would make sure he got as much of my big cock as he wanted. He looked in the drawer and saw my lube, noting he hadn't ever seen silicone lube before, I explained it felt better and lasted longer, less sticky, then he picked up my open box of condoms... I'm pleased you have some of these he smiled. I grinned back, knowing that the reason the box was open is that I'd tampered with them all just in case a bottom insisted on safe, and agreed I always kept them on hand, need to be safe. I decided to ask him his status and if he was clear, he confirmed yes and when he asked if I was clean I confirmed. I always keep clean, that doesn't mean I'm not hiv poz and undetectable. The puff had brought out every dirty thought... I'm gonna plant my seed in this boy whether or not he wants it. After a couple more good puffs I started talking dirty... Yeah boy you wanna be daddies hot little fag boy cock sucker? Wanna get down between those legs and taste that tool? He eagerly got down on his knees between my legs as I sat in my office chair and rubbed my buldge now staring at it... Lean in and take a deep sniff boy... I instructed as I guided his head down. He happily did so and the moan of pleasure as he breathed out was a real turn on... This boy loves cock and manly scents. You want to unpack it boy? Yes please daddy... A thrill went down my spine with the word daddy and my cock throbbed. I instructed him to undo my belt then the top button, then slowly unzip the fly, then he could reach in and expose my cock, I was going commando today and that paid off as his sounds of amazement at my size and girth stroked my ego and labido. Wow I'm a very lucky boy... He said as I guided his head down, making it clear it was time for him to start sucking my fat tool. His young hot mouth felt so good and eager, he clearly enjoyed it when I took control, so putting aside the pipe, I put both hands on his head and began to push him down further and further. Taking a hold of him, guiding him up and down, each stroke deeper, each stroke more firm. Yeah faggot watch those teeth, suck daddies big cock, good boy, you love it don't you. He moaned in affirmative and I roughly pushed him down until my cock pushed at his throat and he began to gag. Yeah boy gag on that cock. I growled as I thrust his willing head down over and over. I pulled from my drawer some poppers, put them under his nose and barked at him to breath deeply, he did as he was told and I followed telling him to hold it in while I took a sniff, then let him breath out as I began to fuck his face more furiously. This kid was loving it, born little cock worshiping slut. Finally I let him up as he showed signs of being at the edge of panic and as he caught his breath I grabbed the pipe, putting it to his mouth and instructing him to hold it in this time and use my cock to Cork it. Soon enough I was balls deep in his mouth, holding clouds in his lungs and taking him to the edge. Then as I slowly let him up I instructed to breath out slowly, would watch the clouds come out around my shaft, and quickly cork it again, repeating until his lungs were again empty. When I let him up fully his first words were thank you sir. We repeated that a couple more times until I was too damn horny and needed more. Tonight would be a fun night

I cheated on my last boyfriend with a guy that lived in the alley behind our apartment building several times. I would go outside to smoke and hed always be there so eventually we started chatting and after awhile became obvious he was gay so when my boyfriend was at work id invite him up for beers and hed fuck me. I let him fuck me several times over a few months til we eventually moved to a new apartment.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. *********************************************************** I like the gay group at school. We have weekly meetings and have a lot of activities, like when there was a demonstration recently to raise public awareness of gay hate crimes, we made posters, distributed flyers, etc., working together with other local gay groups. We also have bar night, my favorite, where we can mix and mingle. We headed out last week to a pretty tame dance bar and I immediately seized the opportunity to chat up this guy Brian and buy him a couple of drinks. I've wanted him for a long time. Brian is 23, brown hair, hazel eyes that look so innocent, short but beefy build,always wears sports gear and trainers. We looked through the free gay rags at the bar and he commented on how hot the leather daddy in one ad was. After talking for a long time on the bar side, where it's not as loud and they have booths, I said,"You like leather dudes like the one in the bar ad? Me too." I mentioned another group I was going to the following night at my friend Ron's house- a leather fetish group in which I thought Brian would be interested. Ron, the host, is a hardcore leather daddy- 55 years old,has a fully equipped dungeon in his basement, where he holds weekly parties with a lot of guys stopping by. I didn't mention how Ron is also POZ, the biggest sleaze I know, as are all of the guys who attend, myself included. Brian was really excited about being invited and said he always wanted to explore leather. "Explore you will," I said. I was rock hard just thinking of Brian getting a warm welcome from the older POZ sleaze guys at Ron's party and when I got up from the seat to go to the loo my pants were tented obscenely. My friend Eddie and I just call it the "bareback party" since that's all it is. Brian and my fellow bug chaser friend Eddie and I all met up and went to the party the next night. "What should I wear?" Brian asked. "Well, I have a leather vest you can borrow," I said. "But we usually strip down. You're cool with that, aren't you?" "For sure. No prob." Ron greeted us at the door and took 2 quid from each of us to cover refeshments, and we walked in to admiring glances from all the guys there- all of whom were nude or semi-nude, wearing jockstraps, leather arm bands, collars. One huge muscular guy, a top guy with lots of tattoos, looked over at us and smiled. He has fucked both Eddie and me on different occasions- both bareback, giving us huge loads, and doubtless looked forward to nailing the new piece of ass we brought with us. "Hey, how are you?" the leather dude said, and ushered us into the kitchen, where he poured us very strong drinks which Brian drank eagerly, out of nervousness. We started taking off our clothes, which our host Ron took from us. The leather dude, his cock already erect, started helping Brian out of his clothes, commenting on what a nice body he had. He said to keep the leather vest on, that it made him look so sexy. One of the older guys lit up a joint and offered it to us, which we all accepted- Brian inhaling much more than us. I think our drinks were slightly "enhaced" with something- which I expect and warmly welcome, but Brian's must have been especially strong. We had barely just arrived, and Brian was making out with the muscular POZ guy, who was feeling up his ass and rubbing his leaking dick against Brian's belly. When I turned my head for a minute to speak to someone who had fucked me the previous week, Brian was being led into a bedroom with Ron and the muscular guy. They left the door open, and guys were gathered around to watch. Brian was soon on his stomach on the bed,his sweet tight ass getting rimmed by the muscular POZ guy. I love GHB. Ron held poppers under Brian's nose as the muscular guy entered him bareback. He yelped and it seemed like he initially tried to struggle, but in the end he relaxed and accepted his long and quite rough fucking. Ron got out his digital camera and the room lit up in super-fast flashes of light as he caught Brian's pozzing to add to his huge collection of amateur bareback pics. Brian was just another bareback party-goer. The muscular dude bellowed out he was cumming and deposted his load in Brian's stretched butthole. He smiled and slapped Brian's ass when he was finished and then Ron took his turn, enjoying the leather top's cum as lube. Another 4 guys fucked Brian raw and then I felched all the cum out of his ass while they took pictures of us cum pigs. Eddie, meanwhile, was getting fucked raw on the bed next to us. The entire place smeeled wonderful. Like poppers and weed and fucking. A gay man's paradise. I let Brian keep the leather vest. He was pure excitement about everything that happened and definitely will be there next week. When that one bareback site was still up and operating,I bought a "BUGCHASER" t-shirt. I want to see Brian wearing that and nothing else at the next party. With him, we are one step closer to becoming the majority.

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 cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

I generally agree here, except that I'd say it's OK for two attendees to swap contact info IF they want - though everyone should be forewarned that badgering someone for contact info will result in swift ejection. I'd also suggest setting aside an area for clothes storage, and getting a bunch of large grocery or trash bags for people to stash their clothes (and keys, etc.) in. And this is where those "assistant" hosts become really helpful - divide the party time into shifts, and make sure one of them is in the room where belongings are stored, making sure nobody goes "shopping" through other people's wallets, etc. One way to keep tabs on these things: get a supply of full-sheet (8.5 x 11 in the US) labels, and cut them into halves or quarters. When a participant hands over his bag of clothes, etc., write his name on a label and seal the bag with it. That should eliminate arguments about "I had $200 in cash in my pocket and now it's gone" - if the label is undisturbed, nobody went into the bag. (And I suggest those large ones because smaller labels sometimes "pop loose" or can be dislodged, while these sections of full-sheet labels are much harder to tamper with.)

Yesterday my younger FB who dunks me every week brought a friend. Nothing like random cock and a new load in me. They tried to DP me snd it worked a few times. The new guy was speechless so I’m not sure if I was his first fuck. He left dazed dragging his shorts on and dropped loose change on the floor without picking them up. It was 36 cents. I guess I was a 36 cents fuck. Lol

That's exactly how I got my first boy friend to cum in me. We had been dating for about 6 weeks and we slept with each other virtually every night. We were both versatile and would fuck each other. one night we were having very passionate sex. I was sucking his dick and he was rock hard. I consciously got it extra wet and proceeded to sit on it letting slide balls deep in me. He said nothing but once he was in me I leaned down and started kissing as I rode him. Within a few minutes he said he was getting really close which made me ride him faster. Soon he said that he didn't have a condom on. I told him to cum inside me. Within seconds he starts moaning and I could feel his dick pulsing. I rolled off him and a huge solo ive of his not plopped out. We never used condoms again

I'm not exactly a cocksucker in the sense you're probably thinking, but I will throw a comment into the mix. A 5 1/2 to 6 inch cock is technically the average cock size of men, though it does vary according to country. I'm only mentioning this to help guys who struggle with size envy or size anxiety. Now, moving beyond that, from what I know from friends who consider themselves veracious cocksuckers, they like a cock between 7-9 inches. Every guy is different though with what he can handle. Watch any porn video you want to see that.

Only when my legs are in the air.

Because some tops aren't always honest about what they want. They SAY they want a sleazy, no-strings hook up with a cumdump, but what they really want is to fuck someone vanilla LIKE they're a cumdump. I've had lots of guys tell me how hot the thought of a cumdump makes them, but then they never follow through. I have a lot of tops tell me they want a loose sloppy hole, but they want to be the first load in my hole. Other tops might not be able to get it up for just anyone and want to make sure that's not an issue. It's hard to say really. It could be a lot of things. Me, once i realized that some of my best fucks were from tops that weren't "my type" I realized just how much good sex I was missing out on. Now, I'll take pretty much any load when I'm in those situations and they're generally better fucks than if I wait for someone I think is "pretty". That goes the same for when I top. I'll fuck a lot of different men that I didn't used to consider "hot". I've widened my parameters and find a lot of guys hot now.

The closest thing I can compare it to is one of the more gonzo Treasure Island films, like the 1000 load fuck or hard cuts 3. But it went so much further. The orgy with Jack, Derek and David, Rentman, Sheriff and Young Trucker made those flicks look like cinemax after dark. And thanks to the impressive work done by David and Derek, we have every single second captured on film, from multiple angles, with lighting that did my boy justice, and a sluttiness in each of us going off the scale. Brian Kinney wishes he could get as piggy, nasty, raunchy, risque, kinky, trashy, slutty as we got that night. And with over 6,000,000 views on pornhub alone, it's safe to say my boy is going to be a star. That's why he's back in LA, Hollywood to be specific. Armed with David's real estate savvy, Derek's native knowledge of the area, and my power of attorney, Jack is looking for a place for us in the Hollywood Hills. I miss him terribly, and I'm counting the days until he flies back home and I can give him a big hug, a bigger kiss, and an enormous load or three. But that's not to say I'm alone right now. Naturally, I'm naked, in bed, hitting the pipe and watching porn with tonight's trick. He's going hit for hit with me, and I'm impressed by his stamina. I've already fucked him three times this week, and tonight he came back for fourths, nevermind the fact that his hole is tender, and very, very beat up from cock. I wish Jack were here right now, I'm thinking, because I'd love to see his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw his best friend getting fucked relentlessly by his dad. *** I've known Teddy since Moses wore short pants. He's alway been a handsome boy, and he's always been Jack's closest friend and confidant. He was holding Jack's hand that afternoon when I walked into the living room and Jack walked out of the closet. I suspected that Teddy might have a crush on jack before either of them knew what a crush was. I never suspected he had a crush on me until about a year ago, when he was helping Jack pack up for college. Teddy came down for some snacks, or so he said, but then he lingered in the kitchen asking questions a toddler would know the answer to. His shirt was off, and I noticed the top button his wrangler cutoffs was undone. “Whatcha cooking sir?” I’ll give Teddy this… His mama and daddy raised him to be one of the most respectful and well mannered individuals I’Ve ever met. “Well, let me see, these appear to be steaks and those brown, potato looking things? I think they’re potatoes. Relax, there’s also a nice crisp salad sitting in the fridge, and I’ll bow to the demands of today’ youth with a vinaigrette instead of my homemade ranch.” I hadn’t intended to set him up for a homerun and yet here he was swinging at the pitch. “I think you’re homemade ranch tastes better than any other ranch out there. I can’t get enough of it, Jack has to check my face and clothes before we leave to make sure I didn’t get any of your… ranch… all over me. Now wouldn’t that be a sight? Me walking out of this house, covered head to toe?” “Teddy, I do believe that would be a sight. But you know if you did get a mess of it all over you, well you know where the showers are. Right upstairs, in my bedroom, there’s the nicest shower you’ll ever cast your eyes on.” The outline of his cock is becoming visible in his cutoffs, and if it wasn’t for the kitchen island I’m standing in front of, he’d see that mine is rising to the occasion, through the unzipped fly of my pants. "You know son, it looks an awful lot like you might need a shower right now. Perhaps on the cold side” He takes a furtive look at his cock before looking up and catching my eyes again,his face suddenly red from embarrassment. I admired the boldness he was showing, but I didn’t want to upset a very delicate applecart. I know Jack and Teddy messed around, and if I made a move on Teddy - or, more accurately, stuck my cock in his eager-bordering-on-desperate hole, Jack might have all sorts of feelings about it. My momentary indulgence of the fantasy hasn’t gone unnoticed; Teddy is looking at me intently, but his eyes keep darting to something. I discreetly look around, and then realize what the boy’s caught sight of: the reflection of my now painfully erect cock jutting out of my shorts and leaking drop after drop of precum. He knows I’m turned on. I know he knows, and he knows I know that he knows it. “We’re pretty knowledgeable around these parts,” I say out loud, echoing a line from a movie where Richard the Lionheart is fucking the King of France (sadly, offscreen). Teddy looks at me quizzically, not knowing how the fuck what I just said is supposed to be dirty. He rises to the challenge, though. “I’m pretty knowledgeable myself, but I can always use a good lesson.” I’m impressed, my dick even jumps a little. He notices. “Look Teddy, you’re like a son to me. But more importantly,” I pause for the necessary dramatic emphasis,” you’re a boy in the eyes of the law. When you’re 18, and can make a man’s decision, well…” I trail off, knowing his imagination was filling in all the blanks for me. And doing so with a teenager’s gusto. I didn’t have to wait long. Teddy turned 18 just a hop skip and a jump after Jack did. I knew there were no secrets between Jack and Teddy, and even still I was surprised to come home on Teddy’s birthday, to see Teddy and my boy ass up on the couch, the words “hey daddy” written across those magnificent, angelic, slutty little asses. “Well hello boys. I see Jack’s brought his little friend over.” Those were the exact words I used when I met Teddy nearly 13 years prior. I doubt either boy remembered; if they did, they didn’t say so… unless puckering those tasty holes I was about to devour counted as an answer. “Jack,” I began before he cut me off, knowing what his whore of a father was about to ask. “Daddy, you know it’s Teddy’s birthday, and he ought to get your first load.” I have raised such a charmer, my boy is so goddamned polite, I think, as I tear my shirt off - quite literally, one of the buttons hits Jack and bounces onto Teddy, both boys shuddering with anticipation at the added sensory stimuli. They’re both backlit by the dining room, and I can see the contours of their perfectly sculpted bodies, their back and shoulders casting deep, enticing shadows. The bright, pale skin of their bare asses contrasts so beautifully with the golden bronze of their skin. And there, hanging down in the center, is my boy’s cock, which I’ve started to get to know in minute detail. Matching his, just a few feet over, is Teddy’s. Almost as long, but noticeably thicker, than Jack’s… These two must have had some amazing sessions together, learning each other’s bodies and their own. I’m building the anticipation for them while taking my time in admiration of what God and good genetics had gifted them, gifted me, in this moment. Teddy has absolutely pictured this moment a thousand times, and I can imagine how hot the planning sessions with Jack were. I know my boy, and none of this is left to chance, right down to the lighting. He is as methodical in getting his best friend some daddy dick - His’ Daddy’s Dick - as I was in planning the moment when Jack would first give me his hole. *** “You remember that first night? Your birthday?” I ask, exhaling from a long drag on the pipe? "Is that a real question? Do yo know how often I jack off thinking about that?” I know it’s a dumb question, but I want to hear him say it. And echoing that flirtation in the kitchen, he knows I know… He flips over so he can look me in the eye while he strokes and licks my cock. “Well, as I recall, your son, devious little pervert that he is - clearly his daddy’s boy - suggested rather strongly that you might, how did he put it, ‘fuck me like a 2 dollar whore 10 minutes after last call’ if that was something I wanted. Naturally, being the obliging type…” he trails off, going to work intently on sucking a load out of my cock. The boy is an expert, I rather strongly suspect because Jack has taught him how to. In the same way I’m relieved Jack has two gorgeous west coast daddies taking care of him - in all the ways a dad and daddy should - he’s making sure his best friend, a boy like his own brother, is taking care of me. I marvel again at what a beautiful person I’ve raised, all the more grateful that he’s just as much of a slutty, methed up whore for cock as I am. I tap Teddy on the head, just as he’s about to earn another load down his throat. This boy loves sucking cock, more than anything else, and we’ve taken to having him service me while I’m on conference calls, and even the occasional zoom meeting. I bought a clear, glass top desk just so I can watch as he fishes my cock out of my pants, laps at it until it’s hard and leaking, then devours it until my nut goes rocketing down his throat. And because he’s such a cute little fucker, with impeccable manners, he licks my dick clean before replacing it in my pants and dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. But when he gets the tap on his head, he knows what’s in store. He wordlessly assumes the position, taking a long couple of puffs off the pipe, and then a couple more, before handing it me. I take one drag, then two, and exhale slowly, the meth enveloping his body and making the scene all the more intense. I lube up my cock while he puts on his ball gag - his addition, not mine, as I love the sound of him moaning. But he says he gets turned on moaning through the ball gag, and I can’t lie, it’s incredibly hot to hear him shaking and screaming through the restraint as I thrust in and out of his tight, red hot hole. He’s gotten so used to taking my dick that I just slide right in. I still lube up, despite him asking me to just use spit. I know he’s taking dick elsewhere - the course of antibiotics I had to take a few weeks ago were proof enough of that - and I get turned on hearing how addicted to cum he already is. He sucked my cock so expertly, and I was so vividly recalling the details of that first encounter - how I made him wait, licking and gently grazing every part of his ass but his hole, that when I did finally lean in and kiss it, he came almost instantly. …How I used his cum, and the torrents of precum leaking from Jack, who had moved to the other end of the couch, watching us intently, jacking his dick to within a microsecond of cumming before backing off to start the edge again, to lube up my cock while I never once broke contact between my mouth and his hole. …How I put my cockhead right up to his hole, and for the second time in as many months, had an eager, virgin cunt suck me in slowly, steadily, aching to be wrecked. *** 90 minutes I fucked my son’s best friend, egged on and cheered every step of the way by my son, naked, covered in his own precum, spit from his best friend hungrily kissing him and sucking his cock, and from sweat from his dad’s olympic calibur dickdown of his friend. I only stopped - after shooting four loads and building to a powerful fifth - because Jack was looking at me with a huger that was coming to define his very essence. “Daddy, is it okay if I…” He gets shy, almost demure in asking me, and I instinctively know what he wants. “Son, I’d be delighted to see that.” I dismount, a barely perceptible “thank you” comes wheezing out of Teddy’s throat. He’s panting, shaking from the orgasm I had him on the brink of. I take Jack’s place on the couch, my legs spread wide so the boys can see me playing with my hole as I watch Teddy straighten up, crack his back, and stretch as Jack assumes my favorite position, on his back with his legs spread tantalizingly wide. Teddy bends down and starts gently licking Jack’s hole. I’m beside myself with lust, a primal hunger to watch these two studs fuck each other senseless. Despite Teddy’s gentile approach to licking my son’s asshole, there’s absolutely no finesse in the way he straddles up to Jack, positions his cock - by now engorged beyond all previous bounds, with a head glistening and red the color of a glowing ember and bring it right up to Jack’s quivering, desperate hole. “You sure it’s okay daddy” both boys ask me at the same time, and they both quickly start laughing at the unplanned precision of their last second manners. I give them the only answer appropriate to the moment, standing up and aiming my dick right at Jack’s hole and Teddy’s cock, stroke one, two, three, four times before firing a massive cumshot all over both of them. Jack grunts, Teddy groans, and they both sigh audibly as Teddy takes his go ahead and pushes in. He goes a little too fast, and I can see Jack tense up, for a moment fatherly concern takes over and I’m about to say something when Jack grabs my thigh and looks Teddy in the eye. “That all you got sport?” Teddy gets a devilish grin on his face, and starts thrusting quickly, powerfully. Gone are the trembling young boys coming out to me, replaced by two powerful athletes who, in a tale as old as time, are now competing against each other. The competition? Who can fuck the hardest, fastest, hottest. I am one lucky son of a bitch, I think to myself. Teddy relentlessly assails Jack’s asshole, sliding in and out so fast I can barely get my tongue in position to taste my son’s ass on his best friend’s cock. Teddy slows the pace a touch, slightly changing position to give me full access. Jack takes the opportunity to huff a bottle of poppers I hadn’t noticed until just now, and as soon as he feels the rush, he gives Teddy a good slap across the face. The competition resumes. Teddy, wanting more of the porn star performance, motions for Jack to get on his knees, but Jack flashes a toothy, cheshire cat grin, and before I know it, the two boys are outright wrestling. I’m a little concerned this might become an actual fight, so intensely are they going at it, until Teddy bursts out laughing, which Jack quickly joins in. The laughter consumes my boy until Teddy, remembering the competition, pins Jack. The both of them laugh even harder, and even though I’m stroking my cock to keep it nice and hard, I’m laughing too, amused at the latest antics of the two young adonises wrapped up in each other’s bodies. The moment of levity subsides, and both boys start making out. They clearly have lust for each other, and they’ve clearly played around before, but I can tell there isn’t a romantic overlay to this. They simply know each other so well, have bonded over so much, and have both thought about What It Would Be Like enough to know they’ll share this moment, and plenty more like it, as friends. But before I can go down that road too much, they motion for me to joint them, and I’m there in a flash. The three of us naked, having a three way kiss while we all furiously stroke our cocks. I can sense that neither of them have their eyes open, and mine are closed as well. It was a perfect moment, and I don’t even feel bad we don’t have a video of that last act, when I shot my sixth load of the night onto their cocks, and feeling Jack immediately unleash his on me and Teddy, before teddy grunts hard, shoots his load on our cocks, and yells out a perfect texas “yeehaw” that has all of us convulsing in laughter, even as the last blasts of cum still shoot from Jack and myself. *** I fuck Teddy hard, the way he likes it. Jack is definitely more sensual than Teddy. Jack like to feel every inch of my cock slide into and out of his hole, Teddy like the thunder produced when my thighs slam into his hips. After 15 minutes of unrelenting pounding, I cum hard in his ass, he shoots all over his chest. I pull out, gingerly, knowing he’s still relatively new to all of this, as he starts scooping up his load and feeding it to me. I hit the stop button on the remote - I promised Jack a video, and he promised one with Derek and Dave in return. I miss him terribly, and not just because I haven’t gotten to fuck him on over a month. Teddy has been a great sport, he’s practically living out of Jack’s old room. He’s planning on transferring from Texas A&M to UCLA, altho I do confess to loving him walking around in his hoodie and nothing else, the ATM logo giving itself over so easily to my new nickname for Teddy - Ass To Mouth. This is just round one for us, when Teddy smokes with me, we usually have three or four rounds like this before I send him to bed. I’m almost at my limit, when he cues up the video. “You’re quite insatiable tonight my boy,” and Teddy just snickers. He loves watching this video. It’s the orgy after I slam Jack the first time. “Can we watch it again?” He asks me in a singsong voice quite reminiscent of Jack. “Oh all right, I suppose. But you know you do have class in the afternoon and I have a zoom with a client at 10,” “Yummy,” he says, shaking his ass and winking at me through our reflections in the mirror. “Yummy indeed. How about you cue it up to the part where you show up unannounced and proceed to admin me, Jack, and the rest of the group.” I smack him hard on the ass, “Naughty boy going around and shooting up random strangers.” “Just the trashy cum guzzling slut you and your boy want me to be,’ he says with angelic eyes and a devilish smile. “My uncredited cameo, coming right up.” He cues the video to the 57:00 minute mark, just as Dave is nutting all over Jack’s face. The audio is as clear as day, “Jack, Daddy Tony, y’all gonna invite me in or what?”

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.

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.

Part 2. The crystal in my bloodstream had begun to spike and I could feel my heart pump faster and faster. This along with the LSD made me hyperaware of every sensation as Doyle continued to french kiss my asshole. He slowly pulled away and headed to the toy chest to grab a replacement. The bench beneath me began to breath in rhythm with my labored panting. I looked over to see what he had selected but I had an inkling that I already knew what would been soon filling my hungry chasm. Jim and Doyle had a favorite they liked to call "the captain". A flesh tone dildo about a foot in length and 3 inches in diameter. I'm glad I prepped myself with my huge plug but I knew this bastard wouldn't be quietly sitting with in me. They intended to ruin my hole with it before the games really begun. The captain and I were well acquainted, Doyle scooped two fingers into a tub of elbow grease and slathered it around my hole. Teasing my insides a little while he did it. The tina made my cock worthless and shriveled but he stroked it softly none the less which drove electricity though out my body. Again, Doyle was the much kinder of the couple. "Here, this will help" as he reached over and pressed a bottle to my nose. I inhaled for a long while until he pulled away. The room started spinning and I could feel my hole begin to relax and pucker. The pressure of the flared cockhead entering me made me jolt a slight bit but I was able to fight instinct and slow pushed my butt back onto it. The pop as it pushed past my lips made my entire body shake and my eyes shot upward as pain and pleasure crackled through my nerves. Only a few inches in and I was already melting into the leather that pressed into my face. Voices erupted from the stairs a room away and the nervousness I thought I had long lost returned. I felt like I could count the very steps they took towards the room but it didn't deter Doyle from pushing more and more of the monster dildo into me. "You two took a while up there. I'm just starting to open him up" said Doyle. "Doug and I were catching up and having a drink. He wanted to do a point where the light was better" "Good to see you Doyle!" a faceless voice said behind me. Doyle left the dildo hanging out from me and rose to greet the stranger. I could hear some soft kissing and then some soft whispers while they caressed each other and became reacquainted. I wasn't even worth the attention to them. I had entered the realm of plaything in this room. "So this is tonight's event? Beautiful looking ass" a cold hand slapped against my bottom and then began pushing the girth in and out of me slowly. "He's opening up a bit but for his sake I wanted to ease him in" "You're too nice to it. It came here for a reason" quipped Jim. He was all mood now. It. That is what I had been reduced to in his eyes. Not a playmate or a lover but a soulless beast made for a sole purpose. To be fucked. To be bred. To be tossed away. Ego death had begun to set in. "Lemme get a better sight from over here" said Doug and made his way to the front of me. He was a balding thinner man in his late 50's. Wired and tone without almost no body hair. An outie belly button caught my eye for some strange reason and I became fixated on it. His cock was smooth and already greased that tilted upward in a drastic curve. "This the little piggy, huh? This the little piggy that wants to get fucked, huh?" He slipped his cock into my mouth without waiting for an answer. The dildo in my ass began moving in and out with a faster pace clearly uninterested in easing me into it. Jim was definitely behind the wheel. Graciously they slathered more lube onto it which was one nicety I wouldn't be granted often. Doug increased the speed of fucking my mouth. Self admittedly I am not a throat queen and gagging started to ensue. A pool of spit began gathering on the bench below me. He pulled from my mouth and crotched down to get eye to eye with me. "Don't worry baby boy. I won't wear you out too soon. We got all night." He pressed his lips to mine and wrestled tongue to tongue all the while the giant dildo pressed further and further. I began to wonder how many inches they had gotten in but soon dismissed the though. I was not in the right mind to question it. A second chime from Jim's phone beeped and stilled the energy in the room. "Roger said he'll be here in about 20" "Do I know Roger?" asked Doug "You met him at the Eagle...year...2 years ago? He was banned for a while." "Oh that guy." Doug locked eyes with me. "He is a sleazy pig with a capital S. You'll love him" little did they know how true that statement really was. The dildo was slowly pulled from my rectum and again the pop against my asslips made me quake. "I know he likes them a bit worn in and I think it's had enough practice. Anyone want first dibs?" They were casually talking about who got the first go at me first like I was an arcade machine. It was fitting. "You're our guest so I think it would be right." Doyle said to Doug. "You're too kind" I glanced over and saw that Doyle was standing besides a video camera he had set up. "For record of the courts" he chuckled. Doug made his way behind me and begun tapping his cock against my hole. "Damn this bitch is LOOSE. Look at that fucking cunt" I puckered in and out invitingly at his comment. Without ceremony he plunged his meat into me and hammered away. I love a man of action. "Oh damn. Oh DAMN this is a nice fucking butt!" I started to see stars explode and contract as I yelped with pleasure as he pounded his raw dick into my asshole. He put the full weight of his body on top of me and wrapped his arms around both myself and the bench, pinning me against it. The curvature of his dick was an interesting sensation but it was drowned out as he pressed his face to mine and grunted like a wild ape. "First one in your cunt tonight, huh? Makes me fucking special, huh? You're gonna be my special little cumdump, huh?" I could only make animalistic responses but he understood clearly and continued to mate with my hole with ferocity of a wild dog. Jim appeared before me and presented his massive sack to my mouth while stroking his foreskin up and down. He knew that this was still my favorite. I enveloped his sweaty balls into my mouth and may have grazed a bit with my tooth but that was expected with the rhythm of being fucked by this animal from behind. "Eat my fucking nuts you whore." I needed no goading and took the entirety of them into my mouth, running my tongue acrost those cum machines. Our camera man stood diligently at the sidelines to make sure my humiliations were fully documented. Jerking his cock and giving no direction. These men knew exactly how to treat a bitch like myself as they filled me from both ends. After an eternity Doug slowed his torture of my butt. "Damn boys. I don't want to burn out too soon. This pig took a good start though." He exited me and stepped to the side to light a cigarette. A third chime from a phone. "Roger is here. Doyle you want to go see him in?" He left to see their next guest in. The room quieted as Jim and Doug took their break. I was writhing against the bench though. My entire body was churning with lust as I had been opened up and disgraced by these men. Doug noticed and took pity. He helped me up from the bench and seated me on the ground to catch my breath. "For real. Roger is a real disgusting fucker though. He is going to turn you Inside. Out. Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you though" He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into his, again invading with his tongue. Was this my white knight? Was he going to save me from the nasty beast entering upstairs? A monster with only the desire to destroy and desecrate my young hole. I had hoped so as I again heard voices in the darkness emerge from the other room. to be continued...

Or, because they require discretion. Or they’re sick to death of pic collectors. Or they have come to the conclusion that so many people use pics that aren’t of themselves that no one’s going to believe his pics are a real representation anyway. Or they’ve decided it’s not worth the risk of someone sextorting them with their images. There are many reasons why a guy may not choose to associate his image with his sexual habits online.

I’ve posted this before but mine was on the Docklands Light Railway, in broad daylight (and those carriages have very big windows) between Islands Gardens and Canary Wharf. The train guard didn’t mind because I did it with the train guard. I can’t better two of my mates, though. One shagged a guy behind a mummy case in the British Museum. Another, who was a stage manager in the West End, picked a guy up in Soho one Sunday afternoon. With nowhere else to go, he took the guy back to the theatre. The play was Whose Life Is It Anyway? which featured a bed on the set. And that’s where they did it. In bed. On stage. In an empty theatre.

In the toilet of a STD clinic

I have quite limited experience with chastity (that is, using a chastity device on a bottom - I'm a top, as my moniker indicates). However, recently I had an experience that turned me on to chastity, to the point where it's become a fetish for me. I did a hookup with a visitor in his hotel room here in NYC. He was wearing a chastity device throughout. I can't begin to describe how good he was as a bottom - extremely hungry, attentive, affectionate. He was very verbal and horny to the point where he seemed, at least for that moment, to live for cock. At the same time, he was very affectionate in a way that I love (kissed me a lot, caressed my balls while I fucked him, tenderly cleaned my cock after I'd dumped my load). I wanted to fuck him again but he flew out the next morning. I don't have his contact information, but I've been thinking about him all the time. For some reason, it was such a turnon to me that he would use a chastity device to give himself so completely to me. Of course, I have nothing to compare with, so I don't know if it was just that he was such a beautiful guy and great sex partner but I know the chastity device enhanced the experience for me at a mental level at least. For a while I I've tried to find bottoms who are specifically into chastity but they seem surprisingly rare. So my question for bottoms here is: if a top asked you to strap on a chastity device before sex, would you refuse him, would you reluctantly go along with it, or is this something that could enhance the experience for you as well?

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.

I know this probably goes without saying, but there's a slew of other factors to consider for retirement housing, and for gay men they're sometimes not the same as for straight people. For instance: some gay men have children from a previous straight marriage (and some adopt or go through surrogacy), but the vast majority of us don't have kids, and we're not having to think about leaving the next generation "set up" for the future. So an area where housing prices are rising faster than average, or faster than inflation, isn't as big a deal if you're not worried about your kids getting to split the profits from expensive real estate. For another: geography and climate, and I don't just mean climate change. Some people want to be near the beach or ocean, and some people can't stand the sand for more than a day or so. Some of us love mountain vistas, while others want the flatlands and anything more than a slight rise is too much. Some of us can't stand the heat, and some of us can't stand snow and ice. And whatever our preferences are now, those may change by the time we're, say, 75 or more. That's not to downplay factors like politics for the region or the number of potential sex partners. But those aren't the be-all, end-all, do-all of retirement life, either.

That's been the case around here for at least a year. I don't receive mail every day, but on the days I do there are always "come-on's" offering me that much and more. This without any inspections of anything other than a photo taken from the street. And believe me, this is not a swell neighborhood. Every time I get one of those phone calls, I "block" the number, but they keep calling from other numbers. They even stop and take pictures of my house, paste it on a postcard, and send me a postcard with my house pictured. The realtors are like crocodiles around here.

Flex in Cleveland. There are two side by side, but they are in a special wing that they open on certain weekends, (like CLAW).

Agreed, we all need more play buds

Im forever catching things im almost never clean and the fact that the guys that fuck me have mo regafd for me that they just give me what they got it think is hot as fuck. Im a worthless hole and it helps me understand my place. Do i love it ? No but i understand what my purpose is.

Club Orlando has 4

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

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.

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

I awoke the next more feeling worse than I had ever felt in my entire life. My side of the bed was soaked and the sweat was rolling off me like a mountain stream. My cute prince was very attentive to my every need. He had room service change the bed and washed me down with a sponge bath. When we had the room to ourselves again he removed his clothes and cuddled up beside my sweltering body. I could see he was getting hard again and prayed he didn’t want to fuck me. Soon his mouth was on my cock and to my surprise it was responding. ‘Where was this energy coming from?’ When my cock was both slobbery wet and good and hard he straddled me and aimed my ragging boner at his rear entrance. Facing me he took the lead in riding my raw knob. His eyes looked into mine and just kept inviting me. He didn’t say a word but I could hear those eyes saying; ‘Yes, Yes’; I could hear them begging ‘Yes! Yes!’ When my breathing became ragged, which didn’t take long, he nodded his head three times. I knew he wanted every drop of my toxin planted as deep in him as I could. And I had no energy to stop myself from blasting away before I passed out. The next five days were a blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness. A rotation of people seemed to be providing my care. Sometimes the young dimple cheeked man, sometimes my bear co-lead and infector, and other times even our director. Surprisingly my dreams were not all nightmares. Some were, with people trying to kill me, that sort of thing. But a significant number were actually very pleasant and many of those were incredibly erotic, as in sexually explicit. I was naked in all these dreams and often having incredible sex with many men; always bareback and always in front of crowds of enthusiastic people. A deep conviction was solidifying deep inside me; I was born to be a sexual exhibitionist. By day six I was beginning to feel a little better but still to weak to spend much time out of bed. I had lots of time alone, and lots of time to think. I was a bit horrified as I remembered the stairwell sex. I knowingly initiated raw sex and bred the young stranger even though I was pretty certain I would be painting his vulnerable insides with this disease. What kind of monster had I become? I had to remind myself that he took full responsibility and practically raped a load out of me when he was sure I was shooting toxic bullets. On day seven of my recovery the bear came to visit. He brought with him another actor who had enthusiastically stepped in to paly my role. The show had only been dark and missed two performances two nights before this new guy felt ready to stand in. The bear and the new guy assured me the show wasn’t as good, everyone in the production was highly anticipating my recovery and return to drawing standing room only cheering crowds. “Are you fucking kidding me? You expect me to work with you after what you’ve done to me.” “Your poz now, what’s the big deal with coming back to the show?” asked the bear nonchalantly. “I can’t begin to draw the crowds you have” from the other actor. “Fucking unbelievable. Can you even hear yourselves? You tricked me into this, and I’m going to have to live with it for the rest of my life.” The bear; “Yeah! It’s fucking hot. You’ll never need to worry about it again. You can get fucked by any guy you want and never have to worry about him pozing you. What’s not to like?” “I’m not gay man! I don’t live for guys to fuck me!" “You could have fooled me. Seems you to grew to enjoy my raw dagger fucking you.” “That was my role asshole!” “What about those nights you came home with me?” “What the fuck, you took him home?” the other actor protested. “Get off my case, you know I fucked you and your two roommates two nights ago” the bear retorted. “And you” looking to me, “You knew what my friend took you back to his place for until you got all high and huffy about his scorpion tattoo. You may claim to be straight, but admit it, you like it up the ass and you love it raw.” I remembered my dreams and I couldn’t argue. “So how soon ‘til you’re back on stage with me?” “Fuck, you are so self centred and arrogant! I hate you!” “I could care less. Go ahead and hate me, just get back on stage and let me keep breeding your ass. It’s a good gig for both of us.” There was a knock at my door and the other actor ushered in my friend from the stairwell fuck. He came by to see if I was feeling strong enough to ’knocking him up’ again. The bear; “So when did you fuck this cute young specimen?” Me, a little shamed faced; “After I stormed out of your scorpion friend’s place.” “Tell me again how straight you are. So high and mighty. What hypocrisy. Ready to gift and infect a guy that you just met. Straight my ass!” “Yeah, and don’t forget you fucked me the next morning when we knew you were sick. Fuck man, I loved that!” My replacement actor, “Oh man, I fuckin love sex with poz men. I get so funkin excited, ‘maybe this’ll be the time it takes’. Fuckin love the adrenaline rush!” The bear started unbuttoning his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. As he was opening his jeans, “Well, I’m getting undressed so you can recharge my poz ass partner.” The other two were already down to their designer underwear. I wanted to but couldn’t miss that I was quickly getting hard. “I’m so going to lay a hate fuck onto your sorry ass!” He was already naked and bent over the end of the bed; “You sure better, and don’t even think about using any lube!”

Gono twice (oral), chlamydia (anal), syph twice (dick), crabs twice, scabies. Most picked up at bb parties, mostly topping.

If the top definitely insist on a condom I still let him fuck me. As a submissive bottom it’s not about my wants but pleasing a superior male. But I do make sure I swallow the contents later.

Part 3 I lay in a puddle on the floor, slowly loosing control of my limbs. My breathe hummed as it flowed through my lungs. The low light in the room brightened between a crimson and down to a blood red. Before me stood four men, real men. Not the whimpering plaything that laid on the ground like a sow waiting to be fucked. Doug and Jim smoked their cigarettes, jerked each other and chatted while Jim clicked through a selection of porn on the TV. Doyle was chatting with someone in the doorway while Doyle prepped a rig. My eyelids slowly rose and fell. My mouth agape and drooling while waiting for the next cock to fill it. My eyes adjusted to the stranger in the doorway. That dim red light exploded into a golden hue as we locked eyes. A bald portly man, larger frame with a beer belly about six foot. A fur carpet ran up his tummy and chest and flowed down his back. He sported a long beard, pure silver. What mesmerized me was what was between his legs though. I had given praise to Jim's set but Roger's dwarfed them. Two grapefruits swung low on him. The most massive set I had ever seen in person and I instantly new I needed them and the sweet cum that they contained. His semi erect cock stood at half mast with his foreskin still enveloping his tip with a generous amount still left over. He was only about 4 inches semi-soft but he was almost as thick of my plug I had worn all day. He caught me staring and winked and then focused on Doyle who was about to administer a shot. The porn on the tv played but I could only understand the grunts and groans. Jim and Doug, finished with their conversation and made their way over to me. Cocks at the ready. Doug pressed his curved penis into my already open mouth and my lips wrapped down on it and got to work. Jim bent down and chewed loudly on Doug's nipples. I made sure to be aware enough to swirl my tongue around Doug and massage his nuts. He didn't want to throat fuck me which was pleasant at this moment. Just every second I could focus on sucking his member. Doyle and Roger where still in the corner. Roger lifted his arm above his head and gave a loud cough. His glorious balls tremored. Doug relinquished his control of mouth and offered it to Jim. All these men wanted to use me. Jim seemed like he wanted to hurt me. He lacked the nicety that Doug granted my mouthhole. He slammed his cock in and out of it punching the back of my throat. Had I offended him in one of our last encounters? Or did he simply need to punish this cunt for being the receptacle that it was born to be? "This worthless fucking pig needs a bit more I think. You think that too faggot?" I could only respond with gurgles, spit pouring out in gushes between my lips and his meat. He wasn't wait for a response either way. Doyle and Roger had gathered slower. Doug leaned over and locked lips with Doyle, their hands rubbing up and down their bodies. Roger again locked eyes with me watching Jim fuck my poor mouth. My head was spinning from the tina, the lsd and Jim taking advantage of mouth but my eyes closed in on him like a beam of light. His look before had been one of friendly introduction but now his eyes were wide and his mouth agape with pure lust. Where he once saw a person now lay a plaything for him. He could have anything he ever wanted of me and I would offer it. Jim picked up pace punishing me. My mouth was flooded with spit and precum. Doyle had moved to begin sucking Rogers now fully erect cock. His foreskin still flowing over it like a deflated balloon. A pang of jealously sparked in me. Doug who was clearly enthusiastic for the torment Jim was giving me, grabbed my hair forcing me down further onto his penis. It began hitting the back and my eyes were pouring tears. I gagged and cried but no one wanted to help me. My oxygen was running out and I didn't know how to express my distress. They all knew I was nothing more than a plastic fucktoy this evening. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I'M CUMMING BABY. I'M CUMMING. FUCK YOUUUUU." He erupted into my mouth and between the gathered juices I did not now how big a load he shot. I gulped down the filthy mix and the sweet taste of jism erupted my taste buds. He pulled out and raised his hands to his brow to fling the sweat from it. Some of it fell into mouth and joined the elixir. Without hesitation Roger jumped down to join mouths with me. His tongue slapped around gulping the juices down his throat. He never stopped staring in my eyes. Was this loving gentleman the nasty beast that had heard of earlier? He roughly kissed me as our share of the cum covered both us. "Damn I think it likes you. You want some of its ass?" Barked Jim as he yanked me from the floor and away from my king "Now that I've tasted him I want all of him. Let's drag him over here" said Roger. Were my dreams about to come through as I joined DNA with him? Jim pulled my body over to a sling. My legs were barely working and he had to tug me the full way. I stood up in front of the sling and Jim pushed me into it with such force I was afraid the hooks would be ripped from the ceiling. He definitely had to hurt this whore tonight. They all lined up around me, caressing me and pulling my soft cock. These gods around me were gracious enough to focus on me. A worthless cumslut not worthy of it. My eyes again teared up in gratitude that they would share their seed with me. Roger presented himself at my open asshole. He shimmered in the room and appeared a golden light around him. "Baby boy. Do you want my cock in you? "y-y-y-es. I want your cock in me." "Say it again. You want my raw cock in you." "I want your raw cock in me, Daddy" "That's a good boy. That's a good boy" he repeated as his slowly pushed his beer can into my hungry boybutt. "That's a good boy..." I thanked god that they had taken the mercy to open up my asshole before Roger's monster had entered me. I was dull to the pain but nerves sent sent the message to my brain that something terrible was entering my poor rectum. He slide inch by inch and was fully in not soon after. I could feel his massive nutsack resting against my cheeks. His gentleness continued as he waited for my butt to acclimate to this girth. He leaned down close to my ear and whispered low so that they other men couldn't hear. "It's gonna be ok, baby boy. I'm gonna take care of you. You're gonna be ok with me." He slowly increased his thrusts. My eyes shot into the back of my head and he quickly attached his lips to mine. The taste of Jim's sperm still lingering on our tongues. Doyle and Doug gave me a soft encouraging smile, I assumed to me taking this next step into total whoredom. I weakly returned one. When I turned to Jim I saw nothing but disgust. His eyes told me that I should be ashamed for taking raw cock from strangers high out of my mind. He saw nothing but a depraved useless slut who was only for dumping a load in. I didn't know which side I believed more. Roger's full weight pressed into my chest. He must have been at least 260. His chest hair entangled with mine our nipples rubbed close as his gut sink. Our forms fit perfect. A male in the wild will bite down on a bitch to assure his breeding. Roger clamped down on my earlobe after licking it so gently before. His primal instincts were kicking in and something told him he had to lock me down so I wouldn't run away from his seed. As if I could or would. The thrusting increased. "Man, look at that slut taking that monster. "What a pig" Doug said with encouragement. I was so happy he was proud of me. He spit down into my open mouth to accent his compliment and I swallowed it humbly. I peered over to see Roger had never lost eye contact with me. His pupils flared to the edge and burned sweet lustful desires into my heart. I had always needed this man and now He had me. The passion between us caused Doug to blow his load. A shotglass full of cum blasted over our faces and dripped down Roger into my mouth and eyes. It burned but I couldn't turn my gaze from my daddy and all the love he was giving to my asshole. He began to snarl and grunt as his cock fell in and out of me. Finally his eyes closed shut and the girth of his meat pulsed and radiated through my entire body. "BABY, BABY, BABY, YOU GOT MY LOAD. YOU GOT MY LOAD" as he rested in me. The squirts seemed to go on forever. He leaned back in close with his face an inch from mine. "You happy baby?" "mmmmmm" I released in pleasure. "You like my load?" "I loooove your DNA inside me" "You want more?" "Yes daddy, I want more of you in me" "First one to cum in you tonight. Promise me I'll be the last to come in you. Promise? "I promise daddy. You be the last one to cum in me." We sealed our promise with a soft kiss. Like a promise in a fairy tale. He pulled his meat from my sloppy cunt and stepped to the back. Doyle took his place standing in front of my hole. To be continued...

Hot poz SKINPIG. THATS ME I’d love to take his load in a sleazy dark alley.

I love rimming a freshly bred ass and sucking that cum out. My nastiest instance of that was when I felched the loads out of a cumdump that had about 9 or 10 in him, including mine...that just got me rock hard all over again.

Caught Chlamydia infection in my ass. Slightly symptomatic… red hole and “wet” feeling. Came back positive via rectal swab test in clinic. They prescribed 7 days of doxycycline 100mg 2x per day. All good… Then a few hrs later I get call from the testing clinic to increase the treatment duration to 3 weeks!! I’ve checked medical resources and published data and all day 7days is 99% effective for doxy. Certainly for azithromycin (1g in a single dose) the efficacy is not as good…in low 80%. But for doxy… seems much better even when on the 7 days. They didn’t have time to “type/profile” for a resistant strain and nothing suggests it is… any ideas why they want me to take for 3 weeks? I don’t wanot to take that amount of antibiotics due to impact on digestive system microflora. Thoughts? Experience?

I also think Nay80 is right in his assumption, I tested positive once again for Chlamydia a couple of weeks ago which put a stop in my activities for 2 1/2 weeks and the symptoms I got was a very sore and itchy hole combined with a whiteish to clear discharge. So do the period to completion. It´s a bummer to get this thing during the summer as getting fucked outside it so nice.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XII: POZWEEK IN TAHOE Eric certainly comes to a conversion week prepared. As we pull up to the remote but plush cabin, I see him through the big plate glass window. He’s shirtless as always, and has on his bespoke biohazard harness, the one he had custom-made in Berlin – the red leather straps on the back curling around each other to form a perfect biohaz symbol. Benny, Clay and myself go up the front steps and open the door and we find Eric leading an introductory briefing to the assembled toxic tops, which are: Eric, (5 X’s) whom I consider the originator of the strain all the POZ guys in attendance are carrying (as well as dozens more around the world). Eric went poz over 25 years ago, and then spent many of those years on meds, and being ashamed and afraid of his HIV. All the men he’s pozzed since becoming a proud poz pig celebrate his breakthrough moment when he allowed the virus to proliferate inside him…and them. Responsible for over 50 known infections, Eric is using this week in the mountains as his pozzing retirement celebration, he will start meds next week. Eric’s hot husband Mike (3 X’s) who up until a few years ago, resisted the urge to go poz, although he was fully respectful of Eric’s choices to go and to stay POZ. Mike is about 60, and has kept himself in great shape, with a tight body and a salt-and-pepper beard and a shaved bald head. After about 15 years together, one day he decided to stop PrEP and let Eric poz him, and since then he himself been a mass infector as well. His 3 black X’s inked across his stomach, and surrounding a pair of biotats living proof of his powerful viral load. Mike and Eric travel often to Berlin and Grand Canaria for poz sex parties, always roping in a few neg holes into the brotherhood in the process. Keith – (4 X’s) my direct pozfather, he got it from Eric years ago and since then he’s been pozzing guys at a great pace, infecting over 40, many of them he met through his work as a nurse for the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor. His nursing both serves as a conduit through which he finds neg guys to poz and getting poz guys to see the Young Doctor. Sir Mack (3X’s) – “Sir Mack” is a 6’5” muscle bound Afro-Caribbean man who I’ve heard Eric and Keith talking about, but as he lives across the country in Miami, I had never met him in person, but he’s got a big following on twitter and his fan pages as he pozzes his way through Florida bottoms. Keith invited him as his “Poz Plus One,” and from the videos of Sir Mack that I’ve seen, he has a well-deserved reputation for massive and frequent shots of rich loads of toxic HIV cum from a 9-inch plus pierced pole. Eric greets me warmly with a deep kiss, and me and Benny, as the last two toxic tops to arrive, introduce ourselves to Mike and Sir Mack, who whispers in my ear: “I know we’re here to poz up some negs, but I’ve been waiting months to fuck you, so this week, you’re also taking a charge from me, pig.” “There’s one more tox top coming,” Eric announces, “a last-minute addition who was able to work this into his schedule. He’ll be here shortly. In the meantime,” he says, motioning to Clay, “ you join the other bottoms in the other room and prepare yourselves.” I watch him as my nephew Clay heads off to the other room where Aaron and Byron are already there, along with however many neg holes the other men have brought for the week’s activities. I understand from Eric that some of the bottoms are choosing to remain nameless, and that’s fine by me, they are only there to service us and receive the gift of our viral loads. As I turn back to Eric, the front door opens and in walks the last toxic top to join us, and it’s someone I know well. “Frankie!!” everyone shouts in unison. The famous “Five Shots Frankie” has joined us. Frankie first fucked me at the sex party that I used to attend, which weren’t strictly poz parties, although all were welcome. He’s a big hairy beast of a man, his thick Italian sausage is always hard and full of cum, and his specialty is producing five enormous cumshots per evening…he doesn’t stop fucking until he shoots five big loads up five holes. I had no idea he was even poz – but now that I see him as he strips off his shirt, he’s got 2 X’s inked next to his enormous blood-red biotat. I’m thrilled to see him –it has been a while – and I rush to greet him with a deep kiss and hug. “Guys, now that we’re all here,” Eric announces, “let’s review the rules for this week.” “First, all your loads must go into one of the neg bottoms. You can play with each other but if you’re just shooting your virus into each other, nobody’s getting pozzed. Only on the last day can you recharge each other if you want. (At that, Sir Mack shoots me a conspiratorial glance). Secondly, please fuck and breed each neg bottom at least once per day. You were all selected for this week because you are all proven multi-cummers and high viral toxic infectors. Let’s spread our seed like man and get these guys upgraded into the brotherhood!” “Third, since there are seven of us, I have had made these custom stamps. Come up, men, and take one.” On the table next to Eric, are rubber stamps and inkpads. As I near the table, I see they are all letters plus one “+” sign. The letters are H (Eric takes that one) I (Mikey grabs that one) V (Keith takes it) P (Benny claims the P stamp) O (Sir Mack scoops up the O) Z (This one I get) + (Five Shots Frankie pockets this one) “Every time you load up a neg hole this week, take your stamp and stamp your letter or symbol on the hole’s back,” Eric went on, “Let’s get them covered in stamps, brothers! And this specially-made ink on the inkpads is near-permanent, it’ll take weeks to fade away, by then they’ll be pozzed up and I’ll ink them for real at my tattoo parlor. And men, just remember when you leave here at the end of the week, to keep pozzing as long as you can – this may be my retirement from pozzing, but you honor me by continuing my work spreading our mutual strain.” “Those are the rules, men, just relax and have a good time. Any bottom that’s available is available to fuck and breed, just take them as you want them, you are in charge… just remember to use your stamps after you load up one with your HIV.” “I understand that Randy and Benny already loaded up Clay on the drive over here, so let’s get him stamped right now!” He calls Clay from the bottom’s room and Clay dutifully greets each toxic top and bends over the couch. Benny stamps his back with the “P” stamp and I add the “Z,” leaving a space in between the letters. “Well, that boy needs an “O” on his back,” Sir Mack exclaims, and with that, pulls out his enormous, erect pierced poz cock and without so much as a word, walks over to my nephew, lubes the hole and drives his cock deep in his guts. “Fucking take that poz cock, bitch,” Sir Mack is driving home his viral cock with viral poztalk as Clay buries his head in the couch cushions. “Pozzing your little hole right into next week,” you’re gonna love my strain inside your cunt,” Sir Mack is breathing hard and pile-driving it into the kid now. “You think that’s rough, faggot? We haven’t even begun to violate your hole,” and with that Sir Mack’s mighty cum-cannon unleashes what looks to be 9 or 10 shots of liquid virus into the nephew’s hole. “That’s a full-blown load you’re getting, pig!” “Fucking poz him,” a few tops gathered to watch shout out, and with that, Sir Mack stamps Clay’s back with the ‘O” stamp right between where Benny and I stamped him, spelling out “POZ” across the kid’s sweaty back. “Fuck, just getting warmed up,” where the other holes at”? Sir Mack bellows, and I look over and they’ve filed into the room, offering up their negative asses for inspection and viral insemination. Benny, wasting no time, is deep inside Byron now. Eric, not wasting any moment of his pozzing retirement party week, has unleashed his full-blown AIDS-cock on Aaron, the other bottom from Reno that I invited. I look over to see any available holes and I’m stunned by who it is I see greedily devouring Keith’s engorged poz tool: The Idealistic Young Doctor! Keith spies me watching them and motions for me to come over to fuck the young doctor…not needing any further encouragement, I lube up my pierced poison stick and drive it right up the doctor’s neg hole which looks like it had a good brushing. “I told you Doc had come around to the idea,” Keith smiled and said to me, “He’s already loaded up by me this morning, so let me get this slut stamped”, and Keith slams the V stamp down hard on the doc’s back right above where I’m fucking his hole. I pull out momentarily and rub my precumming cock on the V mark, and thrust it back down the doc’s hole. “Poz him up, Randy,” give that doc a taste of what he’s warning us about all the time,” Keith said with a devilish grin. It takes me no time after that encouragement from my own pozzer Keith and soon I’m blasting eight shots of HIVseed into the doctor’s sweet little hole, once pristine and negative, and now on the way to being open, sloppy and most importantly of all, pozzed up with virus. I reach for my inkpad and stamp the Z on his back. As I dismount off the doc, I look around and poz fucking is going on all over the place, and stamps are starting to proliferate on the neg’s backs, just like the virus is starting to proliferate inside them. As tops finish with one hole, stamping their imprint, they just move on to whatever hole is next available. Benny has stamped Byron with the P stamp, and with his cock still at attention, moved over to fucking Aaron, right next to Byron but facing the other way as Byron now gets Eric’s prolific pozzing stick up his butt, Benny and Eric leaning over their latest casualties to kiss and share a laugh at the lustful depravity of it all, and it hasn’t even been 45 minutes of fucking yet. A couple of the other bottoms have emerged and get plunged right in, Five Shots Frankie already breeding two of the unnamed ones and stamping the big + on them. I look over and Sir Mack is now gouging out the young doctor’s soon-not-to-be-negative hole with his very detectable pole, the entirety of his 9.5 inches pulling out and slamming back in the young doctor’s cunt, frothing up the loads already in him and coating Sir Mack’s ebony dick and 0g P.A. with white poz seed, before he drives it back in the young doctor’s hole, finally another load coming out of the giant and into the tiny doctor and another stamp on his back. The Idealistic Young Doctor now has 4 stamps on his back, Sir Mack’s O, my Z, Benny’s P and I see Keith’s V; elsewhere around the room, Aaron has collected the H-I-V series, Byron’s on V-P-O-+, and the other unnamed bottoms are an alphabet soup of virus-celebrating stamps on them, this only after about 2 hours of poz fucking. As the toxic infectors move freely from one neg hole to the next, the sounds of pozsex emanating throughout the cabin as duos and threesomes and groups break off and scatter through the house. After about an hour of fucking hole, I am taking a short break, relaxing now with Frankie in the kitchen, enjoying a glass of wine, he fills me in on what he’s been up to. “I moved to New York for awhile, but before I left, I hooked up with this little twink Justin. I knew he was poz from the biohaz tat on his stomach, but I figured since I’m a total top, nothing like that would happen to me. I fucked him over 10 times over two days and then I drove cross-country to NYC. Imagine my surprise when a month later I get the fuck flu – from a bottom! I was so stunned but at the same time, fucking horny as hell! After I found out, I went right from the clinic to the bathhouse and fucked every anon bottom I could get my cock into! Turns out I love being fuckin’ poz and spreading it around! Look, I already got 2X’s on me!” He showed me a pic of Justin and I immediately recognized him as the very first victim of my virus, the kid I pozzed after meeting him at Eric’s studio. “I pozzed that twink, Frankie, he’s one of mine! You got my strain from Justin!” showing him on my phone the text message and poz home test pic that Justin had sent me, the message that started me on my pozzing path. Frankie just smiled and said “That’s fucking amazing! After I found out, I had to go out and get this,” pointing to the enormous red biohazard tat on his furry mid-section. The X’s came soon after.” We spend the next few minutes pawing at each other in between showing pics of all the poz tests our newly poz sons have sent us, cementing the bond between us as HIV brothers, Frankie now being a proud mass proliferator, already with 2 X’s tattooed on him and surely more to come. We disengage and with determination to catch up to our fellow tox brothers spreading viral DNA, we seek out more holes to infect, Frankie making a beeline for the suddenly-available hole of the Idealistic Young Doctor and with one fell swoop, he’s inside the kid and pounding away. I head over to one of the unnamed bottoms and resume my pozzing on his sweet ass. As I’m pozzing him, he’s goading me on: “That’s it, Sir, poz me up with that AIDS dick,” the young bottom breathlessly says to me. I look at the kid closely, he appears very young, the alphabet soup of stamped letters already scattered on his back. “How old are you,” I ask him in between thrusts. “Just turned 18 two weeks ago,” don’t worry, Eric checked my ID, Sir,” been dreaming of getting upgraded to poz for a long time.” This kid is the younger even that the 19-year old twins Caleb and Callum who I pozzed up over the summer. I even saw on twitter a short clip of Sir Mack breeding Caleb back in Florida, so another great poz circle closed there. I love that some young men know what they want and don’t want to wait, and proudly step up and chase their destiny. This kid will have years to spread the virus to countless others, long after my pozzing career is over. As I think of this while fucking this kid, it results in 10 spurts of virus throbbing into him, my cock pulsing its last bits of HIV up his hole and bringing him into the brotherhood. I stamp his back with the Z stamp. And it’s like that for the next few hours, until the 7 tops have bred all 6 bottoms and Eric announces they are done for the night, stopping at each hole to plug them one-by-one with a lucite plug with a biohaz sticker on the end, marking each bottom as pozzing in progress, their backs and asses peppered with H-I-V-P-O-Z-+ stamps. Eric sends them off to their room with strict instructions not to remove their plugs…that is, unless one of the poz tops needs servicing in the night. ‘Remember, men, if you need to drop some seed during the night, just take any bottom you like,” he announces and with that we head off for the night, proud at the remarkable job we have done to spread our HIV into the six young neg holes, marking them for life as the poz sluts their destiny calls them to be. And this pattern repeats itself for the next four nights, I’ve never shot so many loads over a sustained period of time. The stamps H-I-V-P-O-Z-+ now extending all over the bottom’s backs, asses, down their legs and on the front of them as well. Sir Mack even stamped one a couple of the victims right on their foreheads. On the fifth night, Keith took it upon himself to count the stamps all over the bodies of the neg bottoms, and provided us all with a little census of our pozzing activities: “Eric, I count 34 H stamps, congrats brother!” “Mikey,” I count 33 I stamps, well done!” “Keith,” he says, referring to himself, “has pozzed and marked his V stamp 32 times.” “Benny, I see the P stamp 31 times, congrats on a great infection number!” “There are 38 O stamps, Sir Mack, what a great result at bringing these boys into the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS!’ ‘Randy, I see 36 Z stamps, good job at getting your virus into those bottoms! “And our champion so far, Five Shots Frankie, with 42 + stamps. You’re gonna have to change your name to “Seven Shots Frankie!” All the assembled clap and cheer for our success, as Keith goes on, “These 6 bottoms are certainly leaving pozzed with the beautiful and fruitful HIV virus! They’re leaving us in the morning, men, so get your final loads of viral cum into them while you can!” The last night is a mad dash for all the poz tops going from one bottom to the next, all our poz cum coating our toxic cocks and making a creamy, poisonous cum exchange. We all breed each bottom at least one additional time, although I see Five Shots Frankie breeding the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor (I learned his name on this, our last night – it’s Matthew) at least 2 more times. Each bottom’s entire body is festooned with dark inky stamps of HIVPOZ+ on their backs, asses, chests, arms and legs, foreheads. I even see Sir Mack got his stamp on a couple of the bottoms’ bottoms of their feet! Finally, in the morning, they leave, cumfilled and assuredly pozzed and each hole plugged with the lucite plug with the biohazard symbol on it. Clay got a ride back to L.A. from Matthew, who offered a job to Clay in his office. Benny had to get to Reno Airport in a couple of hours, so Keith began the Retirement Ceremony for the POZ Daddy to us all, Eric, the proud owner of over 50 known pozzings. By the end of this week, and with some new texts from Eric’s recent conquests, Eric announced to us all that he will be leaving the pozzing world with 6 black X’s tattoed across his belly, tears of pride and accomplishment welling up in his eyes. All the men assembled gather in one mass, to honor Eric, sucking his cock and opening their holes up for some recharges. Eric leaves us all with his last few toxic loads before his appointment with Matthew the idealistic Young Gay Doctor next week to start his meds. And even though he’ll no longer be toxic, he’ll still be our leader and mentor, his leadership was seminal (!) in building our glorious brotherhood of men, living our lives without fear and openly embracing the virus living inside of us. It’s hard to break away later that day, all alone after dropping off my poz son Benny at the Airport. I’m dead tired when I finally pull up to my driveway and as I enter, I see my brother and Clay on the front steps in a deep embrace. Clay is wearing only underwear and the HIVPOZ+ stamps are all over his body, including at least 7 Z stamps from me, his poztoxic uncle. My brother and Clay kiss, unlike any father-son kiss I’ve ever seen. I draw closer to them, my brother sees me and announces: “Turns out Meredith was pregnant with some other guy’s seed when I married her – Clay is that dude’s biological son. None of that matters, cuz he’s always been my son and I always loved him and now I get to love him even more. I see you and your buddies did quite the number on my boy here…Can’t wait until we take the test and see those 2 lines!” He grabs Clay’s ass and kisses him goodbye. “See ya, Dad, in a week,” Clay calls out, and with that he’s gone. I find out later from Clay that my brother started divorce proceedings, bought a place in Palm Springs and he and Clay are setting up house there as a couple. “Does he know you just got totally pozzed up?” I ask him, still stunned at these revelations. “Oh yeah, it was part of the deal that I pass it along to him, and then we’re getting matching biotats. And then only a matter of time ‘til we each get our first X. Now, Uncle Randy, let me welcome you home so I can get one more stamp on me!” ~THE END~

Had a day off that was sunny and went to T-107 in Seattle. I usually go at lunch and can almost never go in the evening, but I got the chance on a Friday night and took it. I took a lot actually. About five minutes after I arrived, a guy on the trails let me suck him and he asked where I wanted his cum. I told him in my hole and he jammed it in long enough to breed me. Good start! He went on his way and I began the hunt again. Next guy was okay. Thick dick and I needed poppers but realized fast he was partying and was not going to be able to cum. While he was fucking me, an Asian guy came up and started fucking my mouth. After the first guy got soft, I asked the Asian guy if he wanted to fuck me. He asked if I was clean and I said yes (I don't know why guys ask. I'm taking loads in a park and while I do get tested every three months, that's a lot of cum). He plunged in and bred me. I got on Grindr and saw a faceless profile close by that said he was an Asian top in the park. I asked, "Are you the Asian top that just bred me?" He said no and I asked, "Um, would you like to be?" It took a little bit to find each other, but we went to the trails and I got out his gorgeous slim cock and sucked until he was ready to fuck. He asked if I wanted him to cum inside me and I said yes. He blasted in me and it was a big load. It was a perfect combination, small cock, big load, public, and fast. I wandered a bit more and sucked a couple guys who weren't ready to cum yet. Then as I was sucking a daddy with a beautiful small cock, a guy slid into me and started fucking hard. He took a long time and we drew a crowd. A cock sucker in a kilt helped service the crowd while I got bred. I turned my cummy hole on the daddy and started grinding and he shot in less than a minute. I walked over to the cock sucker and jerked off into his hand. He rubbed my cum into his dick as a guy blasted in his mouth. At that point, it was getting late and the mosquitoes were pretty bad and I decided it was a good night. I got in my car, let the loads out and felt my underwear get soaked. I went home and slept in it. Felt amazing.

Uncle Cliff what a hot story! As for the pic you included nearly shot my load then, everything that makes a man an alpha in one photo for me 🐷

Omg i just sucked off a guy that cums like I've never experienced. I thought he was peeing in my mouth. Thats how long the spurts were and I lost count how many. I usually can take any load but this made me cough choke spit up. I had cum all over my, it came out my nose.

Got my nipples pierced today!

I hadn't been to the sauna for some weeks, though I'd heard there was a twink working there who was a real cum dump. I'd have to go soon and try his dirty arse. One evening on my way back from work, I decided to cut across the park as it was a pleasant evening though dusk was falling. There were a few people around, one of whom was a short, tubby lad of 18 or 19 who was strolling by himself. In the centre of the park was a shelter with an old bench. It often had homeless guys hanging around and I guessed they maybe slept there at night. I normally avoided it so as not to be hassled. In the distance, I saw the lad taking the path in front of the shelter and sure enough about 5 or 6 rough-looking guys emerged in the gloom and surrounded him. I heard them ask for money and then they started hitting on him, asking if he wanted to spend some time with them and offering him some booze. I shook my head at his naivity and walked on. It was nearly dark when I reached the far gate, but something made me pause. I retraced my steps, with a growing sense of excitement as I didn't encounter the tubby twink and realised he must be still at the shelter. I moved quietly on the path until I could make out the old wooden building. There was no one in sight. I was about to leave when I heard someone laugh followed by a low moan and a gasp which reeked of sex and made my hair stand on end. Slowly, I moved around behind the shelter making sure to stay hidden in the bushes. At the back of the old building was an old mattress and empty bottles strewn around and the group of homeless guys standing and watching something. I moved to get a better view and saw the lad naked and face down on the filthy mattress being fucked by an old guy as the others watched. He had pushed his stained trousers down and his fat, pale, hairy backside was wobbling and clenching as he rode the chubby twink who was groaning and gasping as they copulated. The others were standing watching, passing a bottle around and some had their cocks out and were wanking as they watched. "C'mon! Hurry up!" One of them said in a throaty voice. "I needs some of that arse!" The others laughed and watched as the man steadily worked himself to a climax, giving a satisfied grunt and his buttocks clenched as he spurted. He levered himself off and sat nearby, trousers down, cock glistening with cum. The lad just lay there breathing hard. "Who's next?" Said a voice. A bald, lean old man with sores round his lips untied the string at his waist and let his trousers fall. His cock sprang up against his bulbous belly and he knelt and stretched out on the pale body. There was a moments fumbling, then the lad gasped as the old cock slid up him and the man began to fuck him. I was hard in my pants, and took out my cock and began to wank as I watched the lad being gang fucked, one after the other until they had all cum in him. Then they ignored him, passing round the bottle as he got unsteadily to his feet. "Here," one of them said, offering him a filthy rag which he used to wipe the mess between his buttocks. Another one grinned, revealing blackened teeth. "Off you go, Timmy. It must be past your tea-time!" Then the lad dressed, walked off into the gloom and I shuddered as I came, spurting wetly onto the grass at my feet...