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******2****** A few weeks have past. I have no signs or symptoms to suggest his seed has impregnated me. I'm convinced the bug hasn't taken. I'm disappointed as I was sure he was massively toxic. He told me he felt he didn't have long left and wanted me to carry his dna and pass on his seed. I'm very busy at work and have had no time for any sex. I'm gagging for some intimacy, cock and a fuck. My usual sauna, in Brick Lane, is always busy on Friday nights. Loads of guys who want to start the weekend off with a bang! It's summer and the building is crammed with guys and it's hot. There's a strong smell of sweaty testosterone and cum. I leave my clothes in the locker and put the towel round my waist. There are a few guys sucking cock in the cinema and in the jacuzzi. All but one of the dark rooms have their doors closed. In the one remaining room there's a young guy lying on the padded bed face down with his towel covering his head. From his firm arse I deduce he's in his mid twenties. I enter and run my hand over his firm buttocks. There's a light covering of fair almost blonde fur on his arse cheeks. He groans a little as I pull his firm cheeks apart and look at his hole. It's beautiful and his starfish is pink. My cock is already creating a tent in my towel. Thoughts are racing through my head. If I was fertile with poz seed now and bred him I would have been able to keep the promise I made to my, wannabe, gifter. I lick the middle finger of my left hand and gently probe his hole. He moves his legs apart intuitively and I insert my finger in past his sphincter. He moans a little. He's very tight. Fertile or not, I'm going to fuck him. I take one of the sachets of lube from the bowl in the corner of the room and drip it onto his gorgeous opening. The cold fluid makes him flinch and draw breath. I'm pushing two fingers into him now. His hole feels like it's trying to suck them inside. Even if I'm not poz I can fantasise what it would be like to seed him with my toxic sperm. I pull the towel from me and throw it to the bottom of the bed. More lube in his hole and I get on the bed and lay ontop of him. He hasn't mentioned using a condom so, I mount him, sliding my cock into his tight hole. It feels so good. He sighs as I begin to fuck him slowly. The hot, wet walls of his arse are caressing my penis. He feels like a virgin. I'm laying right on top of his body, my arms underneath his arms and my hands on each side of his head. We haven't seen each others faces so, have no idea what each of us looks like. Sweat is dripping off my body onto his. I plough his are for five minutes then lift myself onto my arms so I can see my cock sliding in and out of his cunt. I do not believe in god, ghosts, or the supernatural, although I do know a few fairies but, none of them have wings. However I can actually hear a voice telling me to breed him, impregnate him, ejaculate my gifters dna into him. It's as clear a sound as I've ever heard. I must be hallucinating. I don't care. I'm in automatic fucking mode now, losing all control. My only focus, purpose in life is to fuck this young guy full of my seed, to empty as much of my seamen into him as I can. The pressure is building up. I'm fucking him as hard as I can and he's moaning, squirming, breathing hard. I have an overwhelming feeling that I'm really going to knock him up, impregnate him. The pressure is just too much. My ejaculation feels magnificent. Easily the best orgasm I ever had. My balls have been drawn up to my body and my cock is continuously pumping my sperm into him. I'm in ecstacy. My testicles must be empty by now but my cock is still pumping. Slowly, very slowly my body begins to relax. I roll onto my side, completely spent. The receptacle of my seed casually gets up and without looking at me thanks me and leaves the room. I need to recover and have just enough energy to stand and bolt the door. I crash on the bed for, I don't know how long. I'm aware that the attendant guy is banging on the door telling me the sauna is closing up and whoever is in there needs to get dressed and get out. I know the place closes at 4am on Saturday morning. That would mean I'd been asleep for at least five hours. It's now three months since my attempted conversion and a good few weeks since I fucked the young guy in the sauna. Sitting here in the clinic waiting for my test results I'm bored. It's just my regular six monthly check up. I'm not expecting anything out of the ordinary. The Dr is standing at his office door asking me to come in. This isn't unusual. He usually gives me the safe sex talk, some condoms, lube and a card with prep info on it. "I'm afraid you've tested positive for HIV" He continues talking but I can't really hear what he's saying. It's muffled and completely unintelligible. My mind is going back a few weeks, to the young man I fucked in the dark room at the sauna and the voice in my ear.

"Cheating", like sexual monogamy, is a concept manufactured by religions like Christianity, Islam and Mormonism. It has zero basis in reality or nature. The sooner males embrace this and live by it, the better their relationships will flourish without a cloud of jealousy that hangs over most monogamous relationships. Sex is the ultimate male Pleasure sport in my view. My other half and I both play and he not only encourages my promiscuity, he is often the camera guy on my porn shoots. There's none of those toxic behaviors of going through each other's phones when the other isn't looking and so forth. It's just sex. We can focus on our commitment to each other without having to worry if the other might be "cheating" sexually with someone else because the concept is rendered null.

In my experience it just takes time and honest communication about what you want... After 25 years, I'm still completely in love with my husband and we have an awesome live-in boyfriend that we share. Plus, we are fully open to have sex with anyone else we want -- but we started out Monogamous the first 8 years, then started having 3-ways and small groups, and some cheating on the side. But, we chatted about the jealousy, saw a counselor a couple of times too and worked it out so that we have security, support and emotional side together and are free to play otherwise. Men are hunters, I don't know a straight or gay pal that hasn't had sex on the side after 8-10 years in a mono-relationship. As gay men we get to define our lives, relationships and sex a bit more openly perhaps? Maybe start with fantasy talk -- when your guy is super horny and had a drink or two, watch a video where two tops share a bottom and get him thinking about how fun/hot that would be to share you... evaluate the outcome and try again 😈 No pushing or rushing -- Best o Luck and have fun!!

I've been doing it with this guy Brian for a while and had a hot experience with him at the weekend. He's a pretty big guy, about 6', slim, kinda hairy and has one of the best beards I've seen. Thick, dark, soft and a bit wavy. I've had a lot of fun kissing him and running my fingers through his beard. We mostly meet when his truck route takes him through my area. He's a bit of a odd guy, he's not much good for talking and he's always been shy about getting his clothes off for some reason. He doesn't mind being touched, grab his butt, even pull his t-shirt up a bit and play with his treasure trail, no problem, but until the weekend I'd never seem him fully naked and he'd always been pretty clear his dick was a hands off place. He'd move my hand if I got near it. I've always wanted him naked though, he's a sexy lean otter and totally my type. Usually we hang out a while kissing then he'll blow me until he's got a big load in his beard and then we're done. Sometimes he wants to be fucked though. It's always kind of down to business when we do that, he just pulls his jeans and boxers down a bit to expose his hairy butt and lie face down, or on his back with his legs up for me to enter him. I like getting intimate usually, kissing and stuff when fucking, but he just wants to lie there and take it. He's got a super fuckable butt though, and he moans and grunts a lot. Never asked for a condom, takes it as hard and as long as I want, and is cool with me shooting in him. So I can't complain. Sometimes he shoots a load in his boxers too, I can feel that familiar clenching in his hole and he's making the noises. I wonder how many other guys he's letting fuck him. On Friday, I told him he's a sexy guy and if he ever wants it's cool to top me, and I tell him how I'd like to make him cum too. After a while he says guys never want him on top because he's small. Eventually he gets it out and he's about 2.5" hard. Big nuts though. He says that other guys just ignore it mostly and never want to bottom for him, he's never topped. Took some convincing but it was about time he got in a guy's butt. I expected to have fun, he's a hot guy and I've got a pretty sensitive hole. Having the entrance teased with a dick feels great. But I had way more fun than I expected when Brian did it. He was rock hard and when he was pumping at my hole he was bumping and teasing it great, just dipping the tip of his dick in and out and leaking precum. A few times when I was really getting in to it and forgetting I pushed my hips up and expected to feel him enter me fully. Thing is, I loved being that dick hungry with him teasing my hole and never getting completely filled. He teased the hell out of my hole. He eventually cum with his tip pushed just inside me. I was relaxed and open so his shots went deep. I really felt the hot pulses of cum entering me and filling me. No prostate orgasms, but I definitely felt something happening with it when his hot cum filled me up. So, I'm wondering, do other guys ever bottom with small tops, and what does it feel like for them?

two reflections: brotherhood and belonging: this the the justification I'm most suspicious of. when i first came out i found my tribe with the act-up crowd and formed life- changing bonds w men i no longer speak to. brotherhood is fleeting. also, joining the chaser brotherhood seems a slap in the face to the silence=death brotherhood i was once so committed to. loneliness and apps: this cuts both ways. after 20 years of monogamy the acute loneliness i felt as my marriage crumbled before my eyes was overwhelming. just to be able to text with some random guy in another state going thru a similar fate probably saved me from offing myself. it certainly helped me be seen and feel connected and hopeful. and let's be serious, anyone who's gotten all of their courage up to go out on a sat nite only to be snubbed and ignored by snooty gays.. all alone in a packed queer bar.. knows the destructive loneliness of belonging to a group that refuses to acknowledge your validity.

Today I was naughty lol Daddy (original Daddy) messaged me this morning, asking if I wanted some fun. I never turn down Daddy. He says he will be over at 9.30am. I get ready, lube hole, find poppers, pull on booty shorts he likes, start teasing a little.... 9.20am, new Daddy messages saying he has a break from work, and wants to fuck me. I say he can't, as *Daddy* is here in a minute. He says the second *Daddy* goes, he's fucking me. Daddy arrives at mine, groping me as always as we walk upstairs. I hit poppers as his filthy cock is pulled out. Sucking it clean, I begin to turn so he can fuck my hole. He stops me, and just pushes is deep into my throat and holds it there. I keep still, begin gagging and coughing over his cock while looking him in the eyes, hearing his moans. Over and over he repeated this, pulling out for a moment so I breath, and then making me gag again for a while. Finally, he relents, turned me, and buries his cock deep. I'm gasping for breath as he fucks me, my throat sore, but I'm absolutely happy as anything. He finally shoots in my ass, moaning how he loves me. He leans over, kissing my neck telling me he loves me. I tell him I love him too, and kiss him before tucking his cock away. We share a sweet moment where he lies with me, telling me I'm his boy, and Daddy loves his boy. I'm happy as he stands, and he then leaves me on the bed. I hear the front door shut, and I immediately pick up my phone "Hello *new Daddy* he's just gone, and I'm in the bedroom." "Cheating cunt" says new Daddy"your a slut. Be there now" I stay on the bed as I hear the door shut. He walks into the room to see me on the bed, 2 of my fingers I. My cummy hole. I being them to my mouth and then suck them clean as he's stripping. "You worthless little whore" he moans, I'm on my back, legs held high as he just slides into my well fucked hole. "What are you slut?" He asks. "I'm a worthless cheating whore Daddy" he smiles before spitting in my mouth. I eagerly swallow as he spits over my face and chest, He's too turned on, barely lasting 2 minutes before adding a second load to my hole. He spits in my mouth again, before telling me I'm not allowed to clean myself off or swallow anything until he's left. I nod, lying there as he dresses, and then leaves. I swallow, look at myself in the mirror. I'm a cheat, and I am happy.

I can feel the warmth of his boney body. The downy hair of his legs and chest and course pubic hair against me. His boney hands holding my head. My hands are around his skinny waisted torso feeling his warm skin and the hair on his back. The weight of him pressing me into the soft bed. We're urgently pressing our lips together and his soft wet tongue is in my mouth exploring everything within reach. He tastes and smells of mint from the toothpaste he's used before my arrival. His cock is hard and laying between our stomachs. It's feels hot and there's a slightly wet feeling of his pre-cum on my belly. My own penis is soft and laying downward, his testicles resting on it. His right hand moves slowly and gently down the left side of my body. He has hard calluses on his boney fingers and hands. The hands of a manual worker. He reaches my left buttock and intuitively I lift my leg so he can slide his hand and probing fingers underneath me and find my hole. My breath quickens as he finds it and rubs a finger over the around the rim. He pulls his tongue from my mouth and lifts his head slightly to look into my eyes. He has dark brown eyes, almost black. They are smiling and gazing into mine. I feel a finger probing inside me. I am totally his. I move my left leg a little further to my left and away from my body, a signal that I want him to explore further inside me. He understands this and slowly inserts a digit as deep as he can. I'm incredibly aroused. My mind blank, except for the here and now. He lifts himself off me and I open my legs, bend my knees and pull my feet up towards me. He takes hold of his member and I feel the head at the entrance to my body. Precum is leaking heavily from it and he rubs it around the rim. He's still looking into my eyes as he says gently "Your sure" I'm unable to speak. The want, need, excitement and trepidation has made me unable to reply so I nod my head. He pushes himself slowly inside me. My sphincter is still tight and causes me pain as he pushes past it and further inside me. He's big. I'm not used to anything this big. It's stretching the walls of my arse. He pushes it all the way inside me and holds it there, leaning forward to kiss me. The passion in me reaches a new high. I'm breathing deeply, I feel hot, my body craves him, my mind is totally captivated. I want his sperm inside me, to fertilise me, make me pregnant. I know that this can only happen once between two men and its going to happen now. He begins to move inside me. All the way out then all way inside. There is no lubricant other than his precum which has little effect on the friction between his cock and the soft walled tissue inside me. The friction is good. It was cause abrasions that will allow us to procreate more easily. Allow his seed to enter my body. He picks up speed. Fucking me, breeding me as it should be done. My arse feels wonderful sore and full. We're both sweating. He's working hard at his task, ploughing into me, the need to plant his seed is his only purpose in life. He knows it maybe his last chance to pass on his dna. He's is very thin, boney and his face is gaunt. Physically he doesn't look capable of the fucking he's giving me. It's obvious all the energy he has left is being used and its pure determination to reproduce is all that's driving him on. He fucks me for at least ten minutes then his eyes widen and he looks into mine. I can't tell if he's smiling or crying as he cries out and thrusts his cock as deep as he can and ejaculates a huge wad of thick creamy hiv infected sperm into my guts. He collapses onto me and we frantically hold onto each other tightly. I'm overwhelmed by the feelings I have and ejaculate my negative sperm between us coating our stomachs. We kiss passionately and lay still recovering from our orgasms. We lay like this for a time reflecting on what we've done. We have both achieved our goal. Rest is what we need. We both fall asleep.

This problem is surely true, and it's made all the worse by dependence on the sex apps. Depending on a "virtual" connection with one's peers is in no way comparable to physically interacting with other human beings. Folks become isolated, alone with their apps, and can't figure out why they're not happy. We depend on interactions, in-the-flesh contact with other folks for our sense of stability, human-ness. We are not very good at insularity, we don't thrive when we deny ourselves physical interaction with other folks, whether it's friends, neighbors, service-providers, on and on. It's entirely healthy and useful to be a part of the community, and not just the gay community. I belong to a number of organizations (community, activism, cultural, interest-specific organizations), and those are all in-the-flesh interactions with others who share the same interests. It's healthy to physically be a part of something. Even if it's only sex-related, it's healthy to take part in activities, causes greater than ourselves. For instance: every time I hit Slammer, I stop in the darkroom first, and the same bottom is always in the same place taking loads. He doesn't even need to look around - he knows it's me. Even that small measure of connection is a healthy thing. I caught a little bug over there a while ago, and had to abstain for a while. After I was cleared by the doc, the following night I went over there, and as soon as he felt my mouth on his Hole he asked where I've been, etc etc - this in the pitch-black of the roomful of breeding men. It was more that his normal pattern had been disrupted, and he wondered. Regardless of what connects us, when it's disrupted for some reason, or not entered into in the first place, it's no wonder that folks get lonely. Human, in-person interaction with other humans is important to our sense of well-being. Being hiv positive is a health-related state of being: it has nothing to do with a "brotherhood", which requires personal interaction in a social/cultural setting; i.e. participation in groups organizations not focused on wanton sex. More, dependence on the ether to supplant physical interactions with our peers will inevitably fail to satisfy our need to "belong". I know some on here will read this and be offended, which is not my intent. Rather, it is to encourage everyone to take part in the wide array of interests/organizations that include group, in-person interactions with other like-minded folks.

He sounds cute AF! My experience has been that smaller penises get a lot harder than bigger ones. I certainly bottom for smaller guys. If I can convince them to top. A lot of times it seems they're bashful (certainly sounds like "Brian" is), and my rather large endowment aggravates that. But I'd much rather get a small dick in my ass than no dick at all, and sometimes (like the time the OP had) they can actually be a lot more fun. Not so much that size doesn't matter as that other things matter a lot more. Attitude especially.

Shawn was getting ready to head to the orgy he had been looking forward to for weeks. The organizer was a hot otter guy. There would be 5 other guys there. All either Vers or bottoms. He was strictly a top. He was 28, 6’1, 185 lbs of muscle with olive skin he got from his Italian heritage. He had a fat 8.5 in uncut dick. He never had a problem finding a hole to seed. But his true passion was pozzing neg hole. Especially stealth pozzing. That is why he was looking forward to this orgy so much. He knew 2 of the guys were not on prep. And the rest he wasn’t sure but hoped they were not. All participants had to send negative tests within a week of the party. Shawn worked in a lab and had fake documents to share no problem. When he got to the party the otter, Steve - 23 Vers bottom, welcomed him and lead him to the room where he could strip and then told him to join them in the living room across the hall. Shawn stripped and walked across the hall already half chubbed. He was then introduced to the rest of the guys. Max - 21, bottom, no prep, twink Luke - 23, Vers, twunk Sumner - 29, Vers, no prep, jock Jason - 25, bottom, cub Shawn knew sumner and Max were not on prep as he had talked to both before the party and they confirmed it. The other 2 he had not talked to before tonight. And Steve did not say when they talked. With the introductions out of the way Steve worked on making drinks for everyone after he pointed out the lube and poppers on the coffee table. Shawn zeroed in on Sumner and started to chat him up and kiss him. He lead him to an over-stuffed chair in the corner. They proceeded to more deep kissing and making out. Then he pushed the jock to his knees to start to suck on his big fat poz dick. He loved seeing the big muscle jock suck his meat. After a few minutes Shawn pulled Sumner up and bent him over the back of the chair and started to eat his hairy hole. Sumner moaned from the tongue assaulting his hole. He reached for the pooper bottle next to him and started ti inhale. Shawn stood and bent over Sumner to make out with him as he was still bent over the chair. His big fat uncut dick leaking poz precum in Summer's neg ass cracker and hole. Summer moaned as the leaky head and spit allowed Shawn’s dick to enter this hole. Shawn could tell sumner took a lot of dick with how easy it went in. He was tight, but that’s just because of how big his dick was. To an average dick the hole would have felt looser. He was amazed his was still neg. But he wouldn’t be for long. He continued to work Summer's jock hole open as he fucked deeper and deeper. Then started to pick up speed. The moan coming form Sumner was so hot! The fucking continued, with ocassional stops to switch positions or east his ass. Making sure to use his finger nails to scratched his hole as he ate it and fingered it in between fucks. Finally Shawn decided it was time to impregnate his first hole. He started to make out deep with Sumner as he pounded hard into his hole. Finally shooting a huge load of poisonous cum balls deep in the neg hole. All while the jock begged for his cum! As they rested and recovered Sumer said, “Fuck that was hot! Thanks so much, I have been craving a load. i am so glad we did tests before this, I love raw dick but never take it. I can get anything cause I have a girlfriend. I am so glad I know taking your load was safe. I can’t wait to get more from the other guys!” “No problem man! I am glad I got to fill your hole. Maybe do a another round later tonight!” With that Shawn got up and moved to the bar to get his drink and rest a little as he watch the other guys go at it around the living room. More to follow.

Just curious for those of us in relationships of any kind, whether just dating or married, how many cheat and how do you not feel bad about it? my current partner has cheated on the past but has been to my knowledge faithful. (i unknowingly go through his phone. ) yesterday however, i was on sniffies out of pure curiosity and ended up letting some college kid cum in my hole understall on campus. i feel horrible but i also want to do it again. any tips for having the best of both worlds?

Both my husband and I have previous experience being in purportedly monogamous relationships. We created our own "rules" for the two of us. And mostly it is quite simple; we each want to see how each other winds up; until one of us dies. We have few if any "expectations". We have developed patterns with each other. We enjoy each others "sexploits". We are each others immediate family. We co own everything we have in every country where we have stuff. We have our contracts which we put in place when we weren't allowed to marry. As we don't view our right to be married as a state we can rely upon, we keep our contracts current. I don't need him to "make me happy". He doesn't need me to "make him happy". We are happy with each other. Perhaps most significant' we don't worship imaginary beings we think provide us with magical outcomes. So there is no entity above or below we fret about displeasing; that which is the foundation of "social norms".

I was on Biktarvy, switched to Juluca. Just talked to my doctor, and she’s put me back on the Biktarvy. We’re just going to have to watch the kidney function carefully, and I’m going to need to be drinking water like a fish. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I ought to be goddamn invincible by now. So much for that theory.

This latest is great. I love the way we know intuitively what's happening, even before we hear from the doctor.

Sorry to hear this--but I'm glad you posted. It needs to be said on this forum.

A classic video from TIM. Watching Billy Wild get fucked is nothing short of perfection. This why most of us gay men view sex as incredible sport to participate with all men. Being a bottom I can literally feel the pleasure Billy is receiving as well as giving. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/riding-billy-wild/

Similar to @atlfukbud @Konrad @MuscledHorse. I've been in my open, respectful and loving relationship for 23 years. We encourage each other to enjoy sexual pleasure however we find it. We had both experienced mates who insisted on absolute monogamy; we eventually discovered were anything but.

Just one time i had this chance, forced by my former master in a bdsm scenario. Was ugly but i was extremly horny and wet.

Yes, ill bottom for any size cock. Want that cum in my hole. Smaller cocks are great to start with, working opening my hole, get their cum inside ready for the next cock. Just use cum as lube for the next guy. Works great at gloryholes and adult stores.

Some commentator once referred to Grindr as the world‘s largest collection of 10 year old photos. These days I send that to an all the sex apps, and I’m guilty of it. Well, maybe not 10 years old, but only a couple of the photos on my Scruff sites are up-to-date. It just doesn’t mean to me to constantly update. To me, the sites are a frustrating amusement. Too many people a thousand miles away looking for, what, pen-pals? Or love (I’m ten inches, hungry bottom, mild-to-wild. And a ripped body-builder, but not interested in hook-ups). I love those. All those salacious details - Sure sounds like they wanna hook up. But you know, they’re only looking for love, not sex. I should pitch a television series based around this stuff.

Had that happened to me a month ago. Guy hit the right spot. It was an interesting feeling. He had a perfect stroke, hitting my prostate on every stroke. As an almost 65 yo man, my prostate isn't in the best condition. As he was fucking, I actually came and pissed at the same time. Was happy I had put down a waterproof mattress pad.

Broadly speaking, I agree with you. But here's the thing: I get messages on the apps from people 5,000 miles away. I get messages from guys who describe themselves as "sissy bottom looking for rough Top Daddy" even though my own profile says I'm a bottom - not versatile, a bottom. I get messages from people whose first question is "where are you from?" even though every profile I create lists my city and state. I get messages from people who open with "Looking for tonight?" even though my profiles always state "I plan ahead for sex, almost never looking for "right now". I don't respond to those idiots. If they can't bother to read a fucking profile and UNDERSTAND the words before sending me a message they've forfeited any claim to a polite response declining what they're offering, so to speak. It's a mystery to me how people that stupid don't drown looking up at the rain wondering where all that water is coming from.

i was 8 years old when i had the first cock in my mouth i stayed over one of my first friends house one night and we slept outside in sleeping bags just exploring at that age but it came narural... i think its in our genes at least for a lot of us because i this friends sister and her friend pulled their pants down in his treehouseout in the woods one day and i remember being repulsed by the look of their cunts but althogh i had a few experiences over the years i didn't get into it in a big way till i was marrked a few years and found i hated fuking my wife..things were diferent back then in the little rural area i lived in 1970's by the late 80's i was in the rest areas all the time suking cock and getting fucked.. i ended up being married 3 times qnd it was always the same.. one year in between wife 1 and 2 i kept track of how many loads i got..the count was 112 , they were all different MEN maybe some of that was from experiences but i truly believe its in our DNA

It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.

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.

wishing u the best

cheating can be a fetish with the guilt trip afterward being part of the kink. only u know if this is true for you. ive tried open relationships but without much success but that might just be the particulars of those situations. i may try again in future. but i can say that i love the thrill of cheating and also find cheaters very sexy so i suspect it's just one of my kinks

Love to see that!!

This is your periodic reminder that a huge chunk of the country's population lives in areas where there are none of these things nearby; and "cruise park" is still (in many areas) a one-way ticket to jail for lewd conduct. In increasing numbers of even quite large urban areas, there is no bath house, no gym where you can seek sex (without being banned), and while there MIGHT be an ABS, there's no guarantee of that either. Also: while obviously there's a difference between what one looks for in sex vs. "something more", there's an awful lot of guys who want to know a little bit more about the guy who's fucking them than just seeing a hard dick, and many want something a little less sleazy, shall we say, than behind a bush in a park or a plywood partition in a sticky-floored, fluorescent-lighted commercial strip shopping center back room. I'm not knocking sleazy - if that's what someone wants, great! - but there seems to be this assumption that everyone needs to lower their standards for sex to the absolute pits in order to have any sort of sex life. And maybe that's what we're coming to, but if so, that's really fucking sad.

Indeed @tallslenderguy It is easy to conflate the idea of an open respectful relationship with 'cheating'. They are very different things.

I agree 100%!

yes, some have just put their hand in my slack ass instead, some have put penis and hand in me and jerked off in me, while some get off on fucking a hole so loose they can barely feel the sides of it.

ErosWired- I am so sorry to hear the news. I guess that explains why there are so many different meds out there… if our little friend was so easy to contain there would just be one cheap generic. I hope you don’t have to experiment with too many to find a new med that works and is kind to your kidneys (and your liver and all the other organs that our meds can do real damage to) Good luck! Onlyraw

I don't refuse. I prefer raw, and l let my top know it, but I accept if he wants to wrap his dick. I also find sexy to think that a top started fucking me with a condom and decided to ditch it later. Makes me crave for his cum even more.

I had to reset my password about two weeks ago. I did what you have probably tried already. I clicked on the "I forgot my password " option. I was prompted to type the email address that I used for Thisvid, I was also asked to verify that I'm not a robot and within 3 minutes I had a new password delivered to my email account. If you have several email accounts, make sure to use the right one and that you check all inboxes in case the message is sent to your spam or junk mail folder. As the new password is randomly generated as is a series of alphanumerics, I recommend copying it. Follow the link on the email to the email to reenter you username and paste in the new password. You'll be asked to verify that you're not a robot and you'll access your account. I was reconnected in second. Hope it helps you get back but if it doesn't, open the thisvid page and at the bottom of the page there is a tab for support. I used it to contact a site moderator when the reset password option didn't work. They came back to me within a couple of hours.

I bottom for guys with hard dicks.

1st Story on here so hope you lads enjoys. Was chatting to this English lad who lived in Dublin. I was in Belfast but told I can travel up only takes about hour. We were both about 25 at the time so up I went one afternoon found his house easily and knocked on door he opened it Naked took he in and almost straight away took out Glass pipe I never really had done any hard drugs but a couple shotguns and I was up for anything asked me if I would fuck raw which I always love doing then asked if I would do him live on Internet Cam4 of course been so high I was game had him on bed and only lasted about 5 mins before breeding him then held up his legs and rimmed my load out of his ass and feed it to him then we started to suck each other could feel him hold my head and seconds later I felt him start to fill my mouth with his chem piss within seconds I was hooked lots more to come

This ^. The mark of an inexperienced Dom is to go too hard, too fast. The mark of an idiot who has no idea what he’s doing and has no business in control of a scene is to use full force on the first stroke. On one visit to camp there was to be a flogging demonstration and I, being accustomed to the business end of a flogger, agreed to let the guy have a go at me. His first stroke nearly knocked me off my goddamned feet, and I cut him off. The point of a flogging is to find out how much the submissive can take before he asks for it to continue in spite of the pain - not to find out if he can take it at all.

It’s not just you. Anymore I’m not sure whether to call them hookup apps or cockblocking apps. But of course it’s not the apps, but the people using them that are making things difficult. I used to think that men would gladly fuck given an opportunity - now I think that men who want to actually have intercourse may be a minority.

Club Ottawa should put one in in the open play area. If they did it right you could get spit-roasted while on your back.

Part 14 At Chad's and Greg's urging I filled them in on some of the details of my previous encounter with Robert, the trucker. (I didn't share all the details knowing the time for that would come later after Robert arrived.) After explaining to Greg that I had met Robert during the same time Chad had been out of town and had his first dp fucking, I told him that Robert was the guy who had introduced me to crystal and how much I quickly learned to love using it with sex. With Chad out of town, I told them, I was horny as hell. I'd already fucked my wife three times the day I ended up meeting Robert but it didn't satisfy my lust. I loved fucking her and always got off with her but I was needing something that she could never give me. I needed some hot no-strings-attached raw man-to-man fucking and sucking and breeding. It was about 10:30 on Friday night. Jess, my wife, was working a double shift at the hospital where she was a nurse and I knew I had plenty of time to indulge my dark cravings. I'd heard Chad and others talk about a park not too far from my house where pretty much anything and everything took place after dark especially on weekends. Letting my hard cock lead the way I made my way there and parked close to one of the two entrances, noticing quite a few other cars and trucks already there as well as a couple of 18-wheelers. I took a couple of quick hits on the joint I'd brought with me then got out of the car and started walking in no particular direction. After a couple of minutes, with my eyes more adjusted to the night's dark light, I noticed a couple of guys slightly to my left emerging from the edge of trees. As they neared me I could make out that they were both very hot men and both were bare-chested. Probably late 20's I guessed. Passing me the shorter guy grinned at me, looking me up and down. “You're hot dude!” he said, as they both stopped. “If we didn't have to leave we could have a good time tonight.” Not sure what to say I quietly asked where I could find some fun there that night, explaining I hadn't been there before. The taller beefier guy had pointed back in the direction they had walked from and told me there was a path there and to follow it, assuring me I'd find what I was looking for very soon. The younger one blatantly grabbed my crotch in one of his hands and whispered, “The guys'll eat you alive tonight stud!” Then they walked off toward the parking lot. Trembling I took a deep breath and started walking again. After only a few feet I was able to make out the path entering the wall of dark trees and feeling my cock surge I'd started following the path. Sure enough within minutes I started encountering a number of guys – some alone, against a tree, stroking a hard cock, some in pairings of two-or-three or more with mouths and asses being filled with cock as moans echoed through the wooded area. My mouth went dry watching and listening to the activities going on around me as I slowed my pace and kept walking further along. After five or ten more minutes I stopped to watch two naked hard-bodied guys spit-roasting another guy between them. The one guy that was facing me was black and at least 6'3” tall and built like the proverbial brickhouse. His smooth chest had a sheen of sweat all across it and he was pummeling the ass of the white guy bent over in front of him, who from his grunts and mumbled groans was enjoying the dicking he was getting. At the same time his mouth was impaled on the third guy's dick. He was white, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, probably about 6'. He had his back to me. It was obvious from what both tops were saying that I had walked up on the final minutes of the hot 3-way. The black guy slammed mercilessly against the white guy's ass, the sound echoing off the trees. “You ready white boy?” he growled. “You ready for my black dick to breed your spun white ass?!” The guy being fucked managed to pull his mouth off of the dick in front of him. His face was a picture of sweaty eagerness and readiness. “Fuck yeah!” he answered. “Give me your fucking nut man! Breed my white ass with your dark seed and knock me up!” With that the black guy thrust hard and held still as he obviously was giving the white bottom exactly what he'd asked for. I had at some point dropped my shorts and was stroking my meat and felt like I might cum at any moment. The black top pulled his cock from the hole he'd just bred and stepped back and the guy who'd been getting sucked took his place, ramming his own dick inside the offered hole. The black stud was catching his breath when he glanced up and noticed me. He grinned a sexy grin and walked over to me. Without a word he put his big hand on my shoulder and pressed me down until I was on my knees. In front of me was a massive slab of dark flesh still hard and covered with cum and ass juices. I knew what was expected of me and with no waiting parted my lips and slid them down over his cockhead using my tongue to start washing his cock clean. It had to have been 10” at least. (I found out later it was just over 10.5” and thick.) I'd never had any kind of sex with a black man before but the idea of it was always a big turn on for me. I felt his hand at the back of my head as he eased more of his thickness toward my throat. I'd never had a cock that big and only managed to get about seven inches in my mouth before I started struggling to get my mouth open wide enough. He finally let me ease off of his cock and pulled me to my feet, shoving his tongue hard into my mouth. After making out a few minutes he pulled back and grinned again at me as I stood there panting. “Never had a dick as big as mine have ya?” he asked. I told him no. Leading us to a nearby log he reached out and picked up a pair of shorts put his hand in a pocket and pulled the hand back out, now holding something. “I got something here that'll help you take every motherfucking inch man. You want it?” Not even knowing what I was agreeing to I nodded my head, knowing I wanted this black stud's entire cock down my throat. He brought his hand up and I could see he had a glass pipe in it and the pipe had a bowl at the end of it. He was also holding a lighter and when he flicked the lighter to life placing the flame under the bowl I could see a pile of small white rocks in the bowl. They immediately began to melt filling the bowl with a thick white vapor. The black adonis grinned at me again and said, “I'm Robert and this is Tina,” indicating the smoke-filled pipe. “Smoke some of this with me man and I promise you'll be able to get my whole black cock down your throat and up your ass. How about it?” I moaned and let Robert give me my first ever hit of tina leading to a night I'd never expected. (to be continued)

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

Part 8 After the flip fucking and breeding we had done, made even more intense with the chems running through our blood and in our brains, we took a break to catch our breath and to smoke more weed and tina and drink some more of what was left of the liquor we'd had when we started out tonight. In my drug-hazy mind I wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but I noticed we were getting low on the booze. It was just a little after 11:00 P.M. and I knew we'd be wanting more for the night. I'd made arrangements when I booked the room to have all the beer and booze we wanted so I reached for the hotel room phone on the night table to call the front desk to order more. A deep sexy voice answered on the third ring and as I started to give the guy my name, room number and order, Chad slid 2 fingers into my cum-soaked hole and began twisting them around, making me moan softly. “Stop that!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Chad and saw the devious grin on his face. “Excuse me, sir?” the guy at the front desk asked on the other end of the call. “No, not you,” I replied trying to regain my composure as Chad added a third finger and began to slowly fuck them in and out of my hole. “My brother is being an ass!” I said by way of explanation. Chad grinned that beautiful seductive smile at me as he continued to torture me while I was on the phone. The desk clerk laughed at my explanation and seemed to let it pass as I wrapped up my order. At that exact moment Chad entered my hole with a fourth finger causing me to gasp and moan loudly. The desk clerk hesitated a moment and asked if I was all right. I assured him I was and asked him to hurry with the delivery, then quickly hung up the phone. I lay my head back on the bed and spread my hairy thighs wider, moaning continually from the hot sensation of having my little brother's fingers in my cummy and partyed-up hole. “You little shit!” I groaned at him while at the same time pushing against his fingers every time he pushed them into me. I heard Chad snicker. “You're liking it though, aren't you big bro?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Fuck yeah I am!” I'd never been fisted before but I'd seen Chad fisted twice in a couple of 3-ways we'd had and it had been obvious he'd enjoyed it. He had tried to talk me into giving it a try but it never appealed to me. I'd rather have his cock (or someone's cock) in my ass instead of a fist. But now, as high and horny as we both were I was not resisting at all as he slid his four fingers in and out of my pucker, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I wasn't consciously thinking of him fisting me but at the same time I was wondering if it felt this good or better. Chad scooted up so that he was kneeling on the bed, pushing my legs higher and back toward my chest. This position allowed him to move his fingers in and out at a faster smoother pace while I moaned louder than I probably should have (I didn't know how thin the walls between the rooms were), squirming on the bed in lust-filled pleasure. “Feels good doesn't it Lance?” he asked seductively. “Feels good having your little brother's fingers sawing in and out of your fuck-hole, huh?” “Yes! Oh fuck bro it feels fantastic!” “Now you can understand why I enjoy getting fisted from time to time,” he continued teasingly. “Right?” I spread my legs even wider and agreed with him that, yes, I understood. “Do you want me to fist you, Lance? Do you want your little brother to fist-fuck your horny hot married hole?” I was just about to answer him when suddenly there was a knock on the door making us both jump. “Fuck! It's probably the booze I ordered from the front desk”, I whispered. “Pull your fingers out, Chad!” I instructed him in a low voice, then saying in a louder voice to whoever had knocked, “Hold on. I'll be right there.” Chad cork-screwed his fingers once more inside me then slowly slid them out, smirking at me. Before I realized it or could stop him, Chad jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, glancing back at me and quickly said, “You better cover up big bro!”. I grabbed the bedspread and pulled it up to my waist at the same moment Chad grabbed the knob and opened the door. Standing there was a very handsome man who looked to be maybe early 30's, with a crew cut, a chiseled face, and wearing khaki shorts and a tight sleeveless pull-over shirt. Chad had positioned his lower body behind the door (thankfully!) but his bare torso was visible to our visitor, as was my own bare sweaty chest. He looked back and forth at us each a couple of times, a look of surprise and interest on his suntanned face. “Uh, I've got the beer and liquor you ordered,” he said, trying to sound professional but not really succeeding. “Great!” answered Chad. “C'mon in!”, and pulled the door open wider but remaining behind it, hiding his nakedness. The guy at the doorway hesitated a moment then stepped into the room, pulling a cart on wheels behind him carrying the good-sized order I'd placed. “Chad!” I said loudly, but it was too late. The man was already inside and Chad was closing the door. “Where do you want...”, he started as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw my sexy hard-bodied little brother totally naked, his mesmerizing smile covering his face and his dick more than half hard. “Oh, sorry”, he stuttered. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked. Chad didn't miss a beat. “Not at all, man. Me and my big brother were just having some fun waiting for the booze. I'm Chad and that's my brother Lance”, he said indicating me. “I'm Greg,” the man answered, unable to take his eyes off of Chad's hunky naked body and growing dick. Chad stepped closer to Greg. “Good to meet you, Greg. Thanks for the booze. Do you want to hang out and have some fun with me and my big brother?” I couldn't believe Chad was standing there naked, with an almost total hard-on, asking this gorgeous man to stay and play. My mind was screaming, “Chad! Wtf?!!”, but I felt my own dick growing quickly to full stiffness. I couldn't deny the thought of a 3-way with this hunk was turning me on. Greg was looking around the room like he didn't know what to do or what to say. Then he stopped as if he had seen something. A smile began covering his face as Chad and I watched him move a hand to the crotch of his shorts and he started fondling a quickly growing bulge. “Are you guys partying?” he asked, and I realized he was looking directly at the glass pipe and lighter sitting on the table next to the bed. “Aw crap!” I said, sure we were going to be tossed out at best, if not have the police called on us. But Chad answered in an even voice as he stepped right up to Greg and put his hand over Greg's own hand caressing himself through his shorts. “Yeah, just a little. Is that okay, Greg? We'll share, won't we Lance?” They both glanced over at me and I nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, we'll share.” Greg was grinning widely now as he looked from Chad then to me then back to Chad. He moved both of his hands to Chad's bare body giving Chad complete access to his stuffed shorts. Greg began running his fingers across Chad's lean tight flesh and Chad unsnapped Greg's shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a snug fitting yellow jock strap, the pouch already becoming soaked, and the back of which framed two solid globes of man-butt. “Are you going to share everything?” Greg asked in a sexy voice, which I recognized as the same voice I had talked to when I ordered the booze. Chad had already dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's jock strap down as he knelt, revealing a thick hard cut cock at least 8” long and dripping precum. “Oh yeah, we're definitely going to share everything with you man,” Chad answered, slipping his mouth over Greg's rigid meat making Greg and me both moan. (to be continued)

Chapter 6. Two weeks later 6.1 Ted It was our fortnightly weekend playtime. Jim and I started hitting the pipe the moment we got home from work on Friday getting ourselves in the mood for our long and high session. Feeling the crystal coming on nicely, I asked, “Should we check if Zack is online?” “Yea, why not. Ralph said that he was going to tell Zack he has to work late today, but he is off to the sauna instead,” said Jim. We opened Zack’s profile. He was 23 years old, 5’7 with a pretty slim build, even slimmer than Jim. My type of guy. His profile did say that safe sex is “always”. Well, most barebackers often had their profiles proclaim that too. Got to hedge their bets not to alienate the condom crowd after all. Ralph seemed to think Zack would be quite a condom nazi with others though. It looked like Zack was online. I flicked him a message from the profile Jim created for me. We had our profiles linked together as boyfriends. Both of our profiles did say “safe sex” only. Didn’t want to scare Zack off afterall. Me (Ted): Hey, sexy pics Zack: Hey, nice pics too. What are you up to? Me (Ted): Nothing much. Partner and I have been hitting the pipes. We are both pretty horny. We’ve been thinking of experimenting with 3somes. Jim grinned at the lie. We had our first 3some with Zack’s boyfriend 2 weeks ago after-all. Zack: Just checked out your partner’s profile. He wouldn't normally be my type one on one, but would be hot in a 3some. Me (Ted): Keen to come over and smoke some crystal and play? 😉 then Zack: Sure. Do you guys have condoms? We only play with others with condoms. Me (Ted): Well, my partner and I don’t use condoms with each other. This 3some thing is a spur of the moment thing so we have no condoms at home. Why don’t you bring some. I am Ted and my partner is Jim. Zack: I’m Zack. “Ugh, do we really want to play with condoms? Looks like Ralph is right, Zack is diligent with condoms. I rather just play with the two of us, than to have to use condoms,” Jim asked. “Well, the main thing is to get Zack here first. We’ll get him really high and see how we go. And if he still wants to use a condom, we can tell him to fuck off.” “That’s… rather mercenary.” “Tell me you disagree.” Naturally, he didn’t. — We answered the door dressed in our boxers. Zack was dressed in t-shirt and running shorts. Jim led Zack into the living room. I walked behind Zack, leering at the view from the back. His running shorts exposing his slim smooth legs and emphasizing his small arse. We sat in the living room and offered Zack the pipe. He took a few puffs and took a box of condoms out of his bag and placed it on the coffee table. After several puffs, he offered the pipe back to us. “No, you have some more first. We had a head start after-all,” I told Zack. Zack hit the pipe some more. Excellent. “We noticed that you had a boyfriend linked to your profile, is he away this weekend?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer from the horse’s mouth. “Nuh, Ralph is working late tonight.” “Do you guys play with others together or separately?” “We have played together with others before and also separately. We have only played together with others a few times but not recently though. I think Ralph prefers playing with others separately more,” Zack responded. I could hear a hint of disappointment in his tone though he tried to hide it. Well, Ralph would have loved to play with others together with Zack if they could go bare. Ralph felt that this was something he could not approach Zack about. “What About you guys? You mentioned you are experimenting with 3somes? Just opening up your relationship?” “That’s right. Jim here never tried a 3some before and we have been talking about it,” the lie came easily. Jim looked at me with a smirk. “The idea of watching Ted fuck another guy really turns me on,” Jim said. Zack had been puffing away for some time now. I gestured for him to pass the pipe to Jim and I to puff some more, then suggested we get a booty bum. Zack looked slightly hesitant and mumbled, “That would get us really high.” “That’s the idea. Come let’s get naked.” “You guys will play safe, right?” “Zack, Jim believed that bare sex is something special to be shared between boyfriends only,” I looked over at Jim with a knowing look. I was not sure if Zack caught that I used the past tense. “I think you feel the same way about bare sex with you and your boyfriend, what did you say his name was again, Ralph?” Zack nodded. We undressed completely. Jim and I administered our own booty bumps first while Zack undressed. When Zack was completely undressed, I told Zack to bend over. I put my hairy paws onto his smooth small arse and spread his cheeks. His hairless pink hole greeted me. I sank my tongue into his hole to tease it and to get it to relax. Jim sat back against the chair, stroking his 6” cock watching his boyfriend eat another another boy - another man’s boyfriend. I grinned at Jim when I removed my face from Zack’s arse and administered Zack’s booty bump. I sat back on the chair with my legs spread apart with my hard cock protruding from my hairy crotch and legs. “Suck me,” I commanded Zack. Zack got onto his knees and skillfully took my cock into his mouth. Pleasure from a warm eager mouth surrounded my cock. I looked briefly at Zack’s young face sucking me eagerly, eager to please and then looked at Jim who was obviously enjoying the show. Jim stroked his cock in jerky movements and we shared an evil grin. “Ted has a nice big cock, doesn’t he?” Jim said to Zack. Zack half nodded as he skillfully moved my shaft in and out of his mouth. “Is Ted or your boyfriend bigger?” Jim asked. I gave Jim a sly grin. We already knew the answer to that. Zack came up for some air and said, “Ted has a longer cock. Ralph is thicker.” “I think we should go to the bedroom. I want to watch you suck Jim while I eat your hole some more.” We got onto the bed, bringing the pipe along with us. Zack brought the box of condoms into the bedroom and placed it on the side table. Jim sat on the bed with his back leaning against the bedhead. His legs spread apart with Zack lying stomach down between his legs. He eagerly sucked Jim’s 6 inch cock. I took in the sight of two naked young men, both young enough to be my son. Jim and I shared a quick look and I watched his eyes move from my hard cock to Zack’s small arse. I pushed Zack’s legs apart and moved in between his legs. I cupped his tiny arse with my hands before pulling his cheeks apart. Zack moaned when I stretched his cheeks apart. I leaned forward, and pressed my bearded face into his smooth crack and started eating his hole, all the time my eyes were locked with Jim, while I played with my rock hard cock. Jim’s face was filled with lust and desire as he watched me push my tongue as far as I could into Zack’s hole. Zack squirmed, jerked and moaned as he sucked on Jim’s hard cock. Jim lit the pipe again and gave Zack a few puffs before returning him to suck his cock. He then passed me the pipe to have a few more puffs before he had some himself and put the pipe aside, just beside Zack’s box of condoms. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could go into Zack’s hole, before withdrawing and spitting a big glob of spit onto his smooth pink hole. I angled Zack’s arse upwards and kicked his smooth legs apart with my hairy legs and leaned forward and let my knob slide up and down his crack. Jim’s eyes could not take off my cock and Zack’s crack. Everytime my knob rubbed past Zack’s hole, I heard Zack gasp. “Please wear a condom and fuck me,” Zack begged as he sucked Jim. I smirked, “I’ll fuck you at my own time. Close your legs tightly together.” Zack obeyed. This time I moved my cockhead all across his crack until it was inbetween his thighs. His cracked and insides of his smooth legs getting smeared with my pre-cum. I felt Zack’s body freeze in anticipation everytime my cockhead rubbed across his hole. I simulated a “fuck” in that manner to get Zack feeling more at ease about my bare cock being so close to his bare hole. Jim was practically drooling. His cock rock hard. He whispered, “It looks so good. Can’t wait for you to fuck him.” “Yea? That really turns you on, doesn’t it?” I propped myself up and positioned it so that my dripping cockhead is right on Zack’s entrance I gyrated by cockhead against Zack’s hole, half breaching and stretching it. Zack moaned and his hole twitched involuntarily on my kob. As Jim often told me, the feeling of a bare knob felt much nicer than the cold rubber. “Oh, this feels so good. But please wear a condom before you go any further,” Zack whimpered. “I told you, Zack, Jim believed that bare sex is sacred and something special between boyfriends. Besides, I shouldn’t be risking Jim fucking bare now, would i? Not especially when he is here watching.” I said, never slowing down my cockhead teasing Zack’s hole. “Just the tip doesn’t count, does it Jim?” Jim grinned evilly, “No the tip doesn’t count.” I leaned forward and pushed, and my knob breached the entrance of the hole, Zack’s warm hole pleasured my knob. I withdrew my knob immediately after I penetrated and then breached his hole with just my knob again. Zack moaned in delight and pleasure. “We shouldn’t be fucking with just the tip either. We should be saving bare sex for our boyfriends only. It's sacred,” Zack protested. Though his arse still arched upward in the perfect angle for me to sink my shaft into him completely if I wanted to. “I don’t feel that the tip is a betrayal, and I am Ted’s boyfriend. I am sure Ralph would feel the same,” Jim responded. It was a heady mix staring into each other’s eyes as we tried to seduce Zack into debauchery. “Let me help you spread his cheeks,” Jim said as he leaned forward and pulled Zack’s cheeks apart while Zack’s head was bobbing up and down his cock. Jim and I now had a clear unobstructed view of my knob half sunked into Zack's boyish hole. I kissed Jim as my knob moved in and out of Zack’s hole, my pre-cum leaking into him as I fuck. We broke apart from our kiss as I grinned wickedly at Jim. I said to Jim in a mock disappointment, “Honey, his hole wouldn’t feel as good as your hole if I had to wrap up.” “I hate to have my boyfriend disappointed,” Jim returned my grin. “Maybe just half your cock? So you’re not completely unfaithful.” I pushed my cock half way into Zack’s hole and started fucking it at the half way point of my shaft, “We're still saving half my cock and your hole for our boyfriends. Does it not feel so much nicer without a condom, Zack?” “It does,” Zack moaned, “but we should wear a condom before you fuck me completely. We need to save ourselves for our boyfriends.” Though Zack was verbalising his protest, his arse pushed back and forth in rhythm to my thrusts. “His bare hole feels as good as your bare hole, Jim. I don’t think I can stop fucking him raw, Jim.” “Your raw cock sliding into his hole bare looks so hot,” Jim’s gaze was locked onto my hard meat half penetrating into Zack’s small arse, “Looks so hot your older hairy muscular body contrasting his smooth, slim young body. Pinning him down and fucking. I would love to watch you pound his arse raw.” "Yea? You don't mind your boyfriend desecrating his body and becoming unfaithful to you?" I asked looking in Jim's eyes, almost forgetting Zack was in our bed. "Would love you to. Be unfaithful to me over and over again," Jim said and I pushed myself slowly and completely into Zack. My hairy crotch pressing against his smooth small butt. Zack whimpered, “No, no, we got to stop. I’m poz. You don’t want to fuck me bare. You need to protect yourselves.” Of course we already knew that from Ralph. I lowered my chest onto Zack’s back, and held him tightly as I pushed my cock into him as deep as I could and whispered into his ear, “Protect ourselves? Jim and I are poz too, Zack. You are as much at a risk from our strain as we are from yours. Besides, I’m already all the way inside. You don’t need to save yourself for Ralph any more. You’re a cheating slut like two of us. Even if we stop now, I’ve reached an inch deeper than Ralph would ever reach. We might as well enjoy ourselves. You don't have to let Ralph know - it can be our secret.” I pushed his legs apart with my legs and started pounding Zack. Ralph had violated my boyfriend with his toxic cock. Now it is my turn to violate his boyfriend with my toxic cock. 6.2 Jim I watched Ted slam into Zack over and over again as Zack slobbered all over my hard cock. I never thought I would ever have the chance to watch my boyfriend fuck another boy bare. Knowing that my boyfriend was hard and aroused because of another boy. Zack moaned as all protest seemed to have evaporated. I was transfixed by the sight of Ted’s cock sliding in and out of Zack’s hole. My boyfriend having his “revenge” against me and Ralph. Ted pounded Zack for sometime before he pulled out and ate Zack’s hole. “Mmm I love eating a fucked hole and tasting hole juices and pre-cum.” He pulled me forward and guided me in between Zack’s legs. “Why don’t you eat his hole and have a go?” Ted said. I rarely topped. I looked at Zack’s stretched hole, no longer pink but an angry red from the friction. It looked slick and slimy. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into Zack’s stretched hole, tasting Ted’s salty pre-cum and hole juices. Ted moved to sit in front of Zack and pushed his slick hard cock into his mouth to eat, “Suck my cock and taste your hole juices on my cock.” As Zack’s head bobbed up and down Ted’s cock. Ted looked over at me eating Zack’s hole, “Dip your cock into his hole.” I got up and positioned my cock against Zack’s hole and pushed. It slid in easily as Zack's hole has been stretched by Ted's bigger cock.. Zack’s warm slimy hole wrapped tightly around my cock as I slid in. It was a good thing I was on ice, or I would have cum almost immediately. Zack wasn’t the type that I would normally go for. I liked older beefier men like Ted, Ralph and Ray. Zack was more like me. Slim, smooth and younger. In fact, he was younger and smaller than me. Where I was used to feeling hairy naked flesh against me, it was a completely different and novel feeling of smooth skin against smooth skin. There seemed almost so much less friction as our hairless sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. I started fucking Zack. Pounding him. Fucking the hole that my boyfriend’s cock had just been in a few moments ago. I was a little concerned that my 6” cock would be too small for Zack, but he moaned with pleasure as I pounded him. “That looks so hot, watching my bottom boyfriend fucking a cheating bottom boy,” Ted leered at Zack and I fucking, Zack continued sucking Ted’s cock. I imagined it must be like watching the twink porn that Ted liked but live. “We lied to you, Zack. Jim used to want to save his hole for his boyfriend. But after we found out we had cheated on each other with other people without even practicing safe sex, we agreed never to restrict each other again and share our risks. You’re actually the second threesome we had. The first threesome we had, we played with this cheating poz top who also didn't use condoms when he cheated either too. Maybe we should invite him over right now to make sure that both you bottoms have at least a cock each to fill your holes. You’ll have a third cock fucking you bare tonight, Zack and he can give you another strain. We’ll turn you into a proper bare slut. Do you want me to invite our fuckbuddy, Zack?” “We shouldn’t,” Zack said with Ted’s cock half stuffed into his mouth, his arse kicking back against my thrust. It would be so horny to have Ralph watch Ted fuck his boyfriend. “”Shouldn’t” only makes it hornier, though, doesn’t it?” I said. “Howabout I send him a text to see if he is available? You can always say no if you aren’t interested when he is here. I’ll let him fuck Jim while I keep fucking you,” Ted said as he grabbed his phone and text. When he was done, he passed the phone over for me to read. It was a text message to Ralph. “Success - We got him to cheat on you raw. We are all still pretty tweaked - told him we’re inviting a fuck buddy who played raw with us. He thinks you are someone else to take his hole. Join us? :)” A response came as I was holding the phone, “Fuck, I’m coming over now.” I passed the phone back to Ted who grinned when he read the text. “Our fuck buddy will be joining us,” Ted announced to Zack. Ted looked at his hard cock, slick with spit from Zack and then at the two of us fucking. Looking at me, he said, “I want another go at that cheating ass. Bring your ass over to my mouth so that I can eat your ass while I fuck his ass.” I made way for Ted to get between Zack’s legs who promptly penetrated him again with his cock. My boyfriend joined bare with Ralph’s boyfriend.I stood in front of Ted and leaned forward so that my arse was in his face. I pulled my cheeks apart with my hands to give Ted easy access to my hole. I felt his beard between my smooth cheeks as he ate my hole. Zack and I watched in the mirror as Ted fucked Zack’s hole, while he ate mine. “I want you to lie on top of Zack so that your arse is stacked on top of his.” Ted guided me into the position he wanted me to take. My chest on top of Zack’s back. Ted spit a glob of saliva onto my ass and rubbed it into my hole. “Your hole must be feeling very empty, Jim. Want me to wash my cock before I fuck you?” “Fuck me with your dirty cock, please,” I begged. Ted pulled his cock out of Zack’s hole and in a smooth thrust his cock breached my hole, “there you go baby, Zack’s poz hole juices been fucked up your hole with my unfaithful cock.” While fucking Zack felt great, I definitely leaned more towards being a bottom and it felt great to have my hole filled with Ted’s cock. “Going to fuck your hole now, Zack,” Ted pulled out of me and plunged into Zack, “So much hornier and dirtier fucking raw, isn’t Zack? Don’t need to worry about lube or cleaning up as we swap partners? What would your boyfriend say seeing his cheating boyfriend taking such risks and fucked by a top with a longer dick?” Zack was obviously turned on by Ted’s filthy talk, “Feels so good and is so dirty and wicked. So natural. I wish Ralph would love this, but I cannot let him find out. He will hate me.” “But if you let him find out, maybe you might learn that he might love it too. Imagine you can watch Ralph fuck Jim bare too. Watch him get pleasure from my boyfriend’s bare poz hole, mixing their strains as they fuck while you and I enjoy each other.” Judging by Zack pushing himself back against Ted’s dick, I’m certain he loved the idea. Zack and I watched in the mirror (and felt) as Ted slipped out of Zack, and plunged his dick into my hole, casually swapping from hole to hole at his leisure. It was so horny watching my boyfriend, relishing having two young bottoms here to pleasure his cock bare. There was nothing sacred about the bare fucking we shared. The doorbell rang. “Looks like our fuckbuddy is here. Why don’t you answer the door, Jim?” Ted said.

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Chapter 5. Friday night, Sam and I got my boy blindfolded and onto his knees, face in the floor, and slid our fingers deep, lubed with so much seed, until we both managed to get out knuckles into him at the same time. He was primed to get double-fisted. We took turns going deeper as my boy moaned and sighed as we went deeper and deeper until his ass lining was stretched over both our hands. As if that wasn’t hot enough, a frothy ring of anonymous cum glided our entry. While our hands were buried in my boy’s gaping cunt, I heard the backdoor open. The two POZ cops were standing there, leering at us. They had both hefted their cocks out of their uniform trousers and stood right in front of my boy. ‘Take off the blindfold, boy,’ one of the cops ordered. The first thing he saw was the cop’s boots right in his face. Before he could even take them in, my boy looked back, first at me, his eyes sparkling, then at Sam, actually seeing him for the first time. He actually oinked when he saw the POZ man who’d been double-fucking him for a week and fisting his cum inside his guts. My boy drank in Sam’s rugged features and stubbled jaw. My boy closed his eyes, smiling, and said, ‘thank you,’ to everyone in the room. The cops managed to intertwine their legs and pressed their raw dripping cocks together. Sam and I hoisted my boy up and lowered his hole right down onto both their cocks. He was out of his mind. I let Sam do the lifting and slid down to the floor, savoring glops of stranger’s cum pouring out of my boy’s ruined pussy and onto those raw POZ cocks. My boy was so stretched out, I could grasp both of those cocks and feel my boy’s asslips squelch up and down over my knuckles. I held those cocks and felt them both squirt into my boy’s open hole. I shot my own load without even touching myself right as Sam shot his load down my boy’s throat. The cops pulled out with wet plops and suggested we get my boy ready for some real fun. The cops left, smiling at Sam, promising to see him later, with reinforcements. Sam had brought a backpack with him and handed me a buttplug from it. It was sizable, but not obscene. I got it lubed up with cum and slid it inside. My boy’s gaping hole nearly swallowed it, and it stuck out, his ass puffy around the protruding base. Sam smeared some of our combined seed and worked it into my own ass. I shot a big load all over the plug as Sam worked two fingers into my ass. Sam got my boy mopped up with a clean towel and pulled a red jockstrap over his slim hips. He gave my boy a pair of red mesh shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a pair of gym socks and sneakers and we hopped in the car. I drove, leaving Sam in the backseat, working that buttplug in and out of my boy’s sloppy pussy. As he toyed with my boy’s hole, Sam read from his phone, ‘Ten guys, lined up to breed you at the club, whether you’re ready for it or not.’ My boy just moaned in approval and anticipation. To be continued...

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

Reese had just seeded his new fuck boy Christopher with three loads of his toxic seed after introducing Christopher to G and T. He laid on top of Christopher with his- softening prick still buried deep in the boys ass when he heard a noise from the living room. His roommate and the guy who had done to him (almost 2 years earlier) as he did to Christopher introducing Reese to G and T came in the apartment that they shared. His name was Brad. Brad was a tall, muscular leather type who loved to use and abuse a hole. Although Reese was one of his conquests, he was not the only one that Brad used this way. Brad often visited the baths and college johns where he could easily prey on unsuspecting college boys willing and unwilling holes that he would poz up any chance he could get. Reese informed Brad of his consequence and Brad wasted no time in fixing himself a slam to share with Christopher. While Reese began to smoke some T from a pipe he kept handy, Brad prepared to slam himself then used the same needle to slam Christopher for the second time that night. When Brad was ready to give Christopher the slam, Reese took a big hit off the pipe and kissed Christopher, exhaling the smoke into the boys lungs and Brad stuck the needle in his arm and shot in the young bucks second slam of his life. Reese felt the cough from Christopher as they kissed and moved out of the way so that Brad could get between Christopher's legs and take his well seeded ass. All Christopher could say was fuck, fuck, fuck! Brad looked down on him and rammed the entire length of his 9 and a half inch cock deep in the boys hungry ass. Christopher could only moan as Brad fucked him hard and deep. Pushing Reese's cum deeper into his ass. Reese went out and got water and Viagra's for all. Upon returning he slipped 2 little blue pills along with some X in Christopher's mouth and gave him some G laced water and told him to swallow. Reese then gave Brad the same just before taking his own similar dose. Reese knew that with T it would take two 100 mg Viagra's to get Christopher and himself hard and help Brad keep his death stick rock hard for hours. Christopher was feeling really good. He was getting into being fucked and looked over to Reese who was still sucking on the pipe. He reached up and Reese leaned in to kiss him as they again shared the smoke as Reese exhaled. Reese broke off the kiss and moved down to take Christopher's dripping cock into his mouth. As he did this, Christopher turned his head and pulled Reese over him so that he could get at Reese's cock. As the Viagra took effect, both Reese's and Christopher's cocks began to respond and grow. Reese was impressed with the sucking skills of the young buck. He wanted to give Christopher his first taste of cum and hopefully Christopher will be addicted to it and be the cock and cum whore that Brad had turned him into a couple years before. Brad began to breath heavier and asked what Christopher wanted. Christopher paused his cock sucking to simply say he wanted more of what he's been getting all along that night. Brad took that as a sign and hammered home his seed deep into the former virgin hole. Brad was a heavy cummer and knew that he shot a lot of his charged sperm into the teen. At that moment Christopher resumed sucking on Reese's cock and felt his own balls churning. It didn't take long for Reese to begin swallowing the young buck's neg load. That sent Reese over the edge and he shot his seed into the willing mouth of the teen. Brad did not slow down. He kept up a good pace, and whispered into Reese's ear as he rose up from his position sucking Christopher's dick. Reese disappeared as Brad continued to fuck he seed deeper into the young studs hole. Without missing a stroke, Brad picked up Christopher and flip over so that Christopher was now riding his dick. Reese came back with a large, needle-less syringe. When Brad saw that Reese was back he stopped fucking into the boy. Reese came in behind Christopher and massage his shoulders, slowly moving his hands down his back till he reached just above his eager hole when he inserted the syringe around Brad's dick and shot a good booty bump into Christopher. Christopher could feel the burn as the T took its effect directly on his already hungry ass. As Brad waited as the T soaked into Christopher's well fucked ass, Reese resumed massage Christopher's back and as he moved back up to his shoulders and then down to his low back Brad nodded, giving Reese the signal to make his move. Reese pushed down on Christopher's back as Brad pulled him in to his chest. Christopher was really tweaked now and was not really aware what was about to happen until he felt Reese push his cock in along side Brad's. Christopher looked back over his shoulder at Reese as he moaned out more from the pain then the pleasure he was experiencing earlier. The two wasted no time in fucking into the well stretched hole as Christopher began to moan and simply said that this felt great. Brad was a lot close to cumming then Reese was since Reese had shot 4 loads already and Brad had only deposited 2 loads. Now they were going to give Christopher multiple loads at the same time. After 2 good slams a booty bump, smoking some T and an X, Christopher could barely hold himself up. That's when Reese grabbed him from behind and held him close as the 2 fucked his ass without mercy. Load by load was shot into the studs ass as he floated through his chemical and sexual high. After almost 2 hours of constant fucking, both Brad and Reese needed a break and a shower. They pulled out and carried Christopher to their large shower and turned the water on. Brad and Christopher entered the shower and after they rinsed off, Brad placed his hands on his shower mate's shoulders, pushing Christopher to his knees. Christopher wasted no time in taking Brad's soft cock into his mouth to suck. As he was sucking on Brad's dick, Brad slowly let Tina piss slip from himself into Christopher's mouth. The unsuspecting new cock whore swallowed the Tina piss without even realizing what he was doing. The Tina piss found its way into his system giving him more of a high. As Christopher sucked the piss from Brad's dick, he also was bringing life back to his cock. Brad then pulled his new cock whore to his feet, turned him around to resume fucking him, but before he slid his now erect cock into the boys ass, he slid his fingers in to massage the already plentiful cum into Christopher's ass. Brad had 4 fingers easily in his hungry ass then he went for broke and placed his thumb along side and tried to gain entry with his fist. It was almost in when he gave up, knowing another slam would get his fist deep in the boys rectum. He positioned the boy and slid is dick in as Reese climbed in the shower to rinse off. Brad fucked another load into Christopher before the water started to get cold. They climbed out, dried off and went the living room where they sat and chatted for a while. Reese asked what Christopher thought of Gina and Tina. Christopher told the two studs that he loved it and wanted more. Brad asked if Christopher wanted some more right then, he replied that he did. Brad and Reese looked at each other and knew that hey had a knew cock whore for the coming fall. Another slam was prepared for all to share, but Brad had a plan for this slam. He discussed his idea with Reese and then they had Christopher get on his back as Brad began to finger his hole. It was very easy for Brad to get 4 fingers in Christopher and as he went for the fist he nodded and Reese gave Christopher a very strong slam. As the slam hit Christopher hard Brad slipped his fist inside the very hungry and willing ass. Christopher moaned in pure pleasure, pleasure he had never felt before. Reese began to stroke Christopher's leaking cock as Brad proceeded to move his fist deeper. As Reese was laying next to Christopher, Christopher reached over and took Reese's hardening prick into his had and pulled it towards his eager mouth. Reese took this signal and once again the 2 were in a 69 position. As The two mutually sucked the others cock into their hungry throat, Brad worked more of his fist and forearm into the hungry ass of the new cock whore. Brad suddenly felt Christoper's ass spasm and knew Reese was swallowing another load. That sent Reese over the edge and he shot his seed deep in the willing and eager mouth of their newly educated cum hound. Slowly Brad pulled his forearm and fist from Christopher's ass. Once Brad was all the way out, Christopher looked up and simply asked, who was going to fuck him next? Brad and Reese definitely knew then that a cock whore was born!