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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.

******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.

Lab last friday.... not much happening there beside sum sucking, but when I got dressed, a stud stood in front of me, dressing himself too for leaving. nice bio sign on his shirt ... big grin. so we decided without words we'll leave together ... within twenty minutes I was at his sling ... his hairy body above, his cock inside. 4hours later ... 3 loads more inside

I’m a late 50s top , whilst perpetually horny don’t fuck more than a couple of times a week. I have a group of 4-5 regulars 28-38 who love Daddy dick and loads - I always make sure that if we’re meeting up I haven’t cum for a day or 2 so that I’ll be able to perform. This also has the advantage that they get a bigger load . unfortunately my days for fucking and cumming a couple of times a day just isn’t happening anymore

Well, I'm in my 60s now and I'm still horny every day. Doesn't mean I get cock every day but still.... Surprises me too 😉

I would love a regular piss fun play mate! 31/m/Wiltshire UK @hotundilad on telegram Feel free to PM too

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.

I was in a monogamous relationship for the best part of 25 years, so didn’t embrace my cumdump self until my late 40’s. I’ve been trying to make up for all those lost years ever since, and haven’t noticed my sex drive tailing off so far. In some ways I hope it does- there are other things in life I’d like to devote a little more time to. But while guys still find me fuckable, I’m going to continue taking as much cock as I can.

I'm in my middle 50's and still have a very high sex drive. At this point I don't anticipate it diminishing any time soon.

Me and my partner are successful, friendly, and I think sexy guys in San Diego, and we always like making new friends 🙂 I am a sub bottom so tops are always welcome, but, sexy botToms are fun too and he is a vers top with a nice, thick dick. Send a PM - love all kinds of guys, just ask that you be in decent shape and friendly.

Last Friday I decided I needed to have my holes filled in all the ways possible, so I decided I needed to go to club Orlando. I finished work. Got my hole completely cleaned out and drove right over. I got there around 9:30 or 10 PM and I also made sure to get a video room. There are quite a few guys there a lot more older men, but I love older men I first put on my jock and then slipped my bottle of poppers into the front, I walked around looking at all of the delicious treats . Lots of guys are looking also but everyone seem to be walking towards the dark rooms. . Lots of guys are looking also but everyone seem to be walking towards the dark rooms. I got to the dark rooms myself and my eyes took a while to adjust. I could hear the faint sounds off skin on skin and low groans on slurping sounds. I was immediately hard I stepped into the room and started feeling around. I got to a corner and took a couple hits of poppers. The warm rush felt amazing as an instant horniness came over me I started looking for an empty hole and teased my cock with sloppy and wet hole, the bottom instantly arched his back and tried to suck my cock in, I pushed in and teased them one at a time. Then, I pulled out and slammed back in really hard. He yelped with pain and hold onto his shoulders as he bucked forward by the poppers on his very hot hole, I fucked him really hard he was begging me to slow down, but I said no I kept on fucking really hard. This dump knew his place. I quickly got tired, so I pulled out of him and then I immediately dove my cock into another waiting bottom for like five minutes and then pulled out the same two other waiting bottoms. None of which got my cum. I made a very fat troll, then suck my cock to clean up all of the bareback , raw ass juice, lube and other men’s cum off my cock. This was one of the sleaziest things I’ve done. I repeated this process several times overnight every time I was taking a break from having my own hole fucked by random men wanting a piece of my ass. I left the dark room and went over to the common areas where other guys were giving each other hand jobs and I got my knees, I would then suck any cock that came my way. One particularly memorable cock was this young, but large black guy. he had a very thick cock, and I asked if he was looking to top, he said yes he then push me against a wall, and held the poppers to my nose as he slowly pushed into me. Once he was inside, I realized how filled I was, and as he began me, I began to piss all over myself on floor, he fucked me like an animal. Tell me how nasty of a slut I was. I kept hitting the, and soon enough he was begging me to come. I pushed my hole out even more he roared as he held my shoulders. I shot his deep inside me. He kept saying what a slut I was. I kept hitting the poppers and soon enough he was begging me to come. I pushed my hole out even more he roared as he held my shoulders and shot his load deep inside me. I immediately spun around and sucked him clean while another guy mounted me and began his assault. I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass and on my legs, this guy only fucked me for a couple minutes and then beyond shooting inside me Also, I started begging him to give me his load, and he happily obliged. I moved out of that area and went back to the room, as I walked in I started feeling the Cocks of any man who would let me. if they were hard, I would immediately turn around and back right up onto their dick with no questions ever being asked. I was in full slut mode and needed to be used and abused. I did this successfully with around five men to witch, held onto me and fuck me like no tomorrow bending me over and ensuring that I was able to take their cock and everyone else’s. I saw an old black man with a big cock and a very distended stomach. I Motioned him to come right over and he slipped right into my wet hole, he bent me over, held my arms behind my back and jackhammered my hole. my legs would shake from the involuntary orgasms I was having as he pounded me I begged for more.I hear him starting to growl, and then I felt his warm come pushed beyond my second hole. He pulled out at me and walked away. I hear him starting to growl, and then I felt his warm come pushed beyond my second hole. He pulled out at me and walked away. Then decided I needed more. So, I walked away into the next part of the building, where there was another dark room, there was some man being fucked, and a few others, sucking each other‘s dicks. But I was really horny and needed some more cock. So I would stand along the wall and jerk my cock, while other men walked by.a few of them stopped and gave me very good blowjobs and then I would waive them off as I wanted a dick inside of me. I met this short, hairy man with a nice cock, I proceeded to play with him. He bent me and slipped inside of me. He made me lay down on the table. He fucked me hard until he shot his load deep into my ass. I finally decided I had enough and I needed to cum soon. I made my way back to the first dark room and proceeded to find a bottom, I tested them out with each other, their juices on my cock and then I found one you had a very wet and sloppy hole. I fucked him for about eight minutes and then I jerked off and then pushed it all into his hole and continue to fucking him until I went soft. It was a very, very fun night.

My sex drive (at 73) is almost totally non-existent. I read and watch a lot of porn, but it doesn't do anything for me (ED is also an issue, although I recently got a viagra prescription which helps some. I still enjoy the occasional hook-up, and the feeling of a guy pump my ass and ultimately unloading in it. But most of my sexual activity these days involves masturbating every day or two, more to keep the prostate in shape and make it easier to piss, than for the erotic sensation. In other activities I'm still going strong -- cycling, walking (in the winter) -- may get a new set of snow shoes this year).

Worse ??? Some of us would call it better !!! To the original post though, I think that when a pattern of behavior has been established earlier in life, it stands a better chance of remaining an important part of our lives later in life. If we've been sexually active early on, that pattern will most likely continue until for whatever reason it's no longer viable. That may be applicable to the hets too - but fortunately I wouldn't know about that ... I agree 100%. ^ This ... perfectly said. I may be mistaken, but I've often heard that it's the mother that passes the "gay" gene to her offspring; the father's Sperm has nothing to do with that particularly lovely gift. Anyone know better?

Man, that is hot...I love how they will all be pozzed by the end of the night

My sex drive went into overdrive after joining the brotherhood. For a good while I was making up for lost time. However it does become a little more of an effort to get in the mood to go out to places like I once did. I'll happily be the cumdump, but as for my load, it has to be worth it

My sex drive was very strong through my 50s. During my 60s it slowed down a lot. Now in my early 70s it has slowed to the point where if I don't get some it is really no big deal, but I do think of it constantly. Being married to a younger lady pussy is always available but that, while enjoyable, falls more into the category of a duty. Gay sex, which is what I'm really all about, has fallen to the point of one or two times per month. My advice to you young bucks is to pig out on all the sex you can get. I guarantee you that your only regrets upon reaching old age will be for the sex you passed up. Get all the dick, or ass, that you can. Ideally you will impregnate a lady or two so your gay genes will continue into the next generation and then spend your life either taking or giving loads with members or the same sex. Ahh, the game, the glorious game, y'all know what I'm talking about.

62 here and as horny as ever. Very active both as a top and bottom and no decrease in libido. Late 30's is still young.

So today it was announced he's pleading guilty to a felony - "assaulting, resisting, or impeding certain law enforcement officers." His sentencing is set for early February, which is typical - the government will conduct additional investigation, assess his cooperation (if any) with the Dept. of Justice in other, related cases, and then a pre-sentence report (PSR) will be produced. That last is a straightforward but complex calculation that accounts for the level of the offense, criminal history, acceptance of responsibility, and so forth. That will produce a suggested guidelines range of X to Y months in prison. That may be revised by additional factors like cooperation with the Dept. of Justice in other cases or enhancements to the sentence based on aggravating circumstances beyond the sentencing guidelines. Generally speaking, federal judges have broad discretion in sentencing - they can go higher than the guidelines if they feel the circumstances warrant, but they have to explain their rationale or they're likely to have the sentence overturned on appeal and returned to them for resentencing. They can also go below the guidelines if, for instance, the judge is convinced the defendant is truly remorseful and has actively helped DOJ with related cases. One thing judges will often take into account is letters of support from the community, particularly well-respected people (officeholders who know him, businessmen who worked with him, etc.) who voice support for the defendant and vouch for his remorse. Somehow, though, I don't really think Miles is going to have a lot of that kind of support pouring out, and to the extent that it does, I'm not sure how much the judge is going to credit porn industry people's vouching for his character.

This - this is why I say it's a myth that "all HIV is today is one pill a day and everything's hunky-dory". Yeah, it works out like that for most guys - almost all of them, in fact. Until it doesn't. And it's worse when they have to account for interactions of other medications you may end up on. For instance, I was pre-diabetic when I was HIV-diagnosed. The first HIV med I was placed on (Genvoya) did a fantastic job of rendering me undetectable, but it was also starting to slightly affect my kidney function - enough that they monitored it closely. When my blood sugar situation got a little worse, I was put on a daily medication for that, too - but it and the Genvoya both started doing a number on my kidneys, and it was clear one or both had to be changed, ASAP. They opted for both to change, and for now, my kidney function on Biktarvy is pretty stable - but it's not improving much from the damage rendered already. My other conditions are likewise "under control" - blood pressure, cholesterol, etc. - but there's no telling when one of those might need a stronger medication than I have now. And there's no way to know, at this point, if such a med will combine with Biktarvy to start doing a number on my kidneys again, the way it was for ErosWired. Basically, there's a whole host of conditions that many - if not most - of us will face as we get older, any of which may complicate HIV treatment enormously. We don't hear about a lot of these cases, but they're out there, and not as uncommon as one might think.

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

I want to do that with fisting as well as breeding. THAT is my idea of a European vacation. Nothing but daily sexual use by multiple guys in group use settings.

The whole point of piss drinking is not to have it dribble back out of your mouth but to swallow it. It's another part of the bottom's role of accepting everything the top presents him with.

Berlin Paris

The closest I've cum to experiencing this is sucking off men with loads that equal 3 or 4 regular loads. There have been about 4 of these guys in my career. There may have been others that I wasn't aware of because of my swallowing. The ones I know gave this 🐷 a facial. So hot feeling all those ropes hitting it's face.

Get on prep and have fun. It's very hot to think that a man is fucking you skin on skin and giving you his seed inaide your guts.

here it is [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breed-bathhouse/

Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a story as a project for myself. I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories, yet I've never tried to write one. All I can say is - damn it isn't easy. I found it quite a struggle. My hat off to the many gifted writers. English is my first language, but I am terrible at spotting grammatical errors and I didn't want to spend too much time proof reading. For the grammatically gifted, I am sorry if I hurt your eyes. Chapter 1 and 2 turned out a lot longer than I expected and I am not sure how to reduce it. Chapter 3 onwards are the more "raunchier" sections (I hope that's how they turn out anyway) Trigger warnings: Cheating (reconcilation), drug use (ecstasy and ice), older/younger, pozz play This story is set around the mid 2000s. Chapter 1 - Jim POV “Jim, I’m sorry to tell you that your results have come back positive for HIV,” the doctor said. The result was not a surprise. It has been a month since I broke up with Ray and returned to my home town. We had been together for 2 years. Ray, who was poz, and had introduced me to the pleasure and joy of bareback and chemsex (ecstasy). I had known Ray was positive when we first met. We had always played it safe up until the first time we fucked bare when we were high on ecstasy. Ray had already stretched my hole a few times with his thick 8.5” cock while wearing a condom. My hole was nicely stretched and loose from all the fucking he had given. The third pill of the night was coming on. I remembered my skin and hole feeling so sensitive. I knew Ray’s cock and knob gets especially sensitive too as he got higher. We were face to face kissing with his sensed-enhanced knob pressing gently against my sensitive hole without penetrating (something we always love doing before wrapping up). We’re moaning as we were kissing when his knob slipped into my stretched hole. We both froze as we looked into each other's eyes. Ray kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth and he gently slipped only his cockhead in and out. It felt amazing, completely different to his wrapped cock. I could always feel the cold clammy condom, but when I was high, the heightened sensation highlighted the restriction even more. This time, it was warm naked flesh. It felt so good. A part of me was terrified, but at the same time I never felt so close to Ray, the beginnings of a perfect physical joining. We moaned into each other’s mouth, not daring to say a word to break the spell. From just his knob sliding in and out, he pushed until half his 8.5” cock was sliding in and out. My arms went from around his neck to his thrusting arse and pulled him closer and he slid completely into me. His hairy crotch and balls pressing against my smooth arse. We kissed for a bit more as we revel in the physical and chemmed up connection. Then Ray pushed himself up and repositioned himself and gave me a pounding all the while looking at my face. While my favourite is him fucking me face to face so that we can watch each other’s horned up expressions, I also loved him fucking me lying facedown on my stomach. Feeling his muscular older, weathered hairy legs lewdly pressing against my slimmer smooth thighs, pushing my thighs opened so that his slick bare cock was able to slide completely in and out of my hole. Our entire bodies naked skin, down to our cock and hole just pressing against each other in the animalistic act that is supposed to be also love making. We tried to go back to condoms a few times, but the moment the ecstasy hit, we both only wanted it bare. Ray made sure never to come in me, but with all the hours of fucking, I could feel his cock becoming slick with pre-cum. I kept trying to convince myself it would be alright. Bare sex was a special thing boyfriends shared. Unfortunately, things ended between us as Ray wanted an open relationship, while I wanted us to be exclusive. I did give open-relationship a go. Our rules were that we played it safe when playing with other guys as we viewed that fucking bare was something special between boyfriends. The few times I played with another guy, when his wrapped dick penetrated me, it was very uncomfortable with the cold clammy rubbery feel of the condom. It simply paled into insignificance compared to Ray’s bare cock. The news from the doctor was not unexpected, but certainly what I dread. -Positive, I can’t have bareback sex with my boyfriend in future - well, maybe they are poz as well,- I thought to myself, my mind barely registering the doctor’s spiel. I refocused on what the doctor was saying, “... you must ensure to have safe sex even if you have sex with other positive guys. Otherwise you may get re-infected by a different strain of HIV, not to mention the risk of other STDs that you want to prevent with your compromised immune system.” -Or maybe no more bareback sex forever… ugh… how depressing. I can’t even be totally intimate with a boyfriend without risk of harming them even if they are positive. Maybe I should give up sex entirely. 25 and having to give up sex - your life is going “great”, Jim,- I barely contained my bitterness in my mind. The sense of loss weighing greatly on me. This was in late 2004. I felt extremely isolated and I did not feel I could talk to my family or friends about this. Being quite an introvert in the first place, I do not have many friends. Most of my friends seem to be extroverts who have taken an interest in me. Part of my mind was aware that if I lost my friends and family because of this, they probably weren’t really friends or family. But there was a fear of losing what limited social connections I had. I do not know how to proceed with dates from now on. Will I ever find a partner? I’ve been in the gay scene long enough to be pretty jaded about relationships and yet I cannot deny it is something I crave. I threw myself into a recently released MMO for a while to satisfy social contact. Digital strangers that I do not have to meet and where I have nothing to lose. Eventually, I reconciled with myself that I didn’t have to tell any one-night stands about my status. However, I should always play it safe and be responsible so as not to infect the other party. Once I came to that decision, I created a profile on gaydar, added some pics from my digital camera and scrolled through the personnels. A profile caught my eye - a 52 years old hairy muscular daddy going by Hairy50. His profile listed himself as a top and stated drug use as “recreational” and safe sex “always”. He is 10 years older than Ray and similarly built (probably more muscular and a little beefier) and equally hairy. Totally my type - argh and I need to stop thinking about Ray. I thought Hairy50 might find me too young though, so I didn’t message him and continued scrolling. My friends never understood my preference for older men. They expressed that they feel grossed out when older guys hit on them. Unlike them, I always liked older men, especially if they have the heady combination of being perverse yet nurturing and affectionate. I can never quite reconcile the strange dichotomy in traits. How can I want a man who wants to use me for his pleasure and yet be loving/affectionate? I’ll have better luck finding a unicorn. As I continued scrolling, a message came. Hairy50: Sexy pics - I love slim smooth guys, I see you live in nearby. Horny? 😉 Me (Jim): Haha, thanks. Your pics are sexy too. I wasn’t sure if I was your type. Yea, I’m horny. Been awhile since I had fun. What do you have in mind? Hairy50: Oh? Cute thing like you not had a fun in a while? I find that hard to believe. I see you are a bottom on your profile. Well, as my profile says, I am a top 😉 Me (Jim): It is going to sound pitiful, but I broke up recently, so I have been trying finding my feet. Haha, yes am a bottom Hairy50: Ah I see… do/have you done chems? Me (Jim): I have done ecstasy with my ex before… Hairy50: I have ecstasy 😉 Why don’t you come over, and we’ll take some ecstasy together and chill out, and see where this leads? 😉 My name is Ted Me (Jim): I’m Jim - alright. I play safe only Ted/Hairy50: Me too. —- Ted was dressed in a singlet and shorts when he opened the door. His singlet exposed his toned, muscular arms and hairy forearms. He was wearing glasses, unlike his pictures, which framed his amber eyes. It made him look very distinguished and sexy. Ted was about 5’9, maybe a finger width shorter than me but broader and more powerful. Definitely broader than Ray, though Ray was slightly taller and slightly leaner. Ted had some beef to his muscular frame which made it all the more sexier. He had short cropped greying hair that matched the colour of the hair on his forearms, legs and sported a five o’clock shadow. Ted’s shorts were tight and accentuated his thick muscular hairy thighs, the shorts clearly outlining Ted’s cock. Ted having a similar body to Ray, made my mind think back to how much pleasure it was feeling Ray’s hairy legs pressing my smooth legs apart as his juicy rock hard cock ploughed into my hole. The power of feeling a mature virile older man pinning me down with his body and having his way with me. I wondered if I would feel that tonight… but with a condom of course. -Well, that’s a downer,- I thought. “Hi Jim, nice to meet you. Come on in.” “Thanks,” I snapped out of my reverie, “you look great too.” “Well come on in, have a seat and I’ll get us drinks.” I sat on the couch as Ted brought out some drinks and with the pills. “So, shall we take a pill each? I have had them before, they are pretty good. You will like them.” I nodded, partly with nerves and partly with excitement. I mentally steeled myself to make sure I play safe. With only Ray as my only previous experience for high sex, I knew I turned into a bare slut for Ray’s cock - but he was my boyfriend at the time. I need to be better now that I am poz and I can’t be taking a stranger's cock bare. We took a pill each and started chatting while waiting for the drugs to come on. Ted also took a blue pill and gave me one as well. Ted explained that he moved to my town for work about a month or so ago. He wanted a change and left his city. He was fortunate that one of his hook ups after he moved here was able to give him the contact for his dealer. I could feel the ecstasy slowly coming on when Ted said, “As I told you online, I like slim, lean and toned smooth guys like yourself. You look nerdier in person, which I mean in a good way. I love the nerdy look. What kind of guys do you like?” “Well,” my face turned slightly red with embarrassment, I was still feeling quite shy and reserved as the ecstasy hadn't fully come on, “guys like yourself.” “Oh? And what kind of guy is that?” Ted asked playfully. “Well, older… masculine… beefy, muscular… hairy… but you know, they don't always have to have all those characteristics,” I responded, trying not to choke with embarrassment. “So is your ex similar to me?” His question took me by surprise, but I responded “yes…” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just trying to find out what kind of guy you go for and the drugs are making me speak before I think.” “No it is alright,” I could feel more of the drug coming on, “well Ray is very similar to you. Hairy and built like you. He is 50–” “He is a bit older than you then, around my age but slightly younger,” he said with a smile. He placed his hands on one of my exposed slim and toned thighs, stroking it, “mmm, I really like your smooth thighs.” The drugs enhanced my sense of touch as his hands rubbed against my thighs and I started feeling my cock grow. The effects of the drugs came on stronger and I got bolder, reaching out and rubbing his hairy beefy legs, my hand inches away from his hardening member, “well I like your hairy legs, more than my smooth thighs.” “Let’s get comfortable naked,” he said. We stripped naked. I started feeling really relaxed, yet horny. I admired his naked hairy muscular and beefy body, imagining him pressing me down taking me properly the way Ray did. -Snap out of it, you have to be responsible and play safe. Bare sex is meant to be special between boyfriends/partners/husbands. Showing that you give yourselves to each other completely and trust each other. Not casual sex with a stranger- Ted’s eyes burned with heat as he took in my naked form, my cock rock hard as this stage. I have always felt self conscious about being slim and not being able to put on muscle easily. I am also naturally smooth and quite fair (I avoid the sun). I keep my black hair short. But the way he stared at me lustfully made me feel sexy. Ted’s cock was rock hard. -It looks almost like Ray’s cock,- my traitorous mind thought back to my ex.-8.5”, thick and uncut cock-. The swollen knobs with the foreskin pulled back looked the same, the length and thickness and the shape of the shaft looked the same. Even their low hanging, full and hairy balls look the same. If he were to only look at their crotches, I would not be able to tell the difference between Ted and Ray. Unlike Ray’s cock, Ted’s cock already started oozing pre-cum in the early stages of arousal. Ray usually ooze pre-cum after more stimulation. The similarities made me crave for my sensed enhanced hole to feel the bare skin to skin penetration with that full cock. Ted looked into my eyes, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His tongue ravishing my mouth. His 8.5” hard cock pressed dominantly against my 6” cock. “I’m glad you came over,” he said in between kisses. I could only mumble unintelligible responses as my hands held onto his strong back and caressed them. He pulled us apart and said, “Do you mind if I put on some dance music? I love it while having sex on ecstasy.” “Oh I love that too when I’m on ecstasy,” I responded. “Excellent,” Ted responded, putting on a eurotrash playlist. He swapped lighting for a red tinted lighting turning the room to look like some sleazy room. Ted sat back against the head of the bed,his thick hairy legs spread wide apart with his hard cock sticking lewdly out of his hairy crotch, “Come over here and suck me.” I lay stomach down in-between his legs, my mouth salivating all over his virile member. I licked the shaft gently, teasing him. He moaned with pleasure when I took his entire cock into my mouth and sucked it - I could taste the salty pre-cum leaking out of his cock. It seemed to leak quite continuously which was so incredibly hot. “Yea, suck that cock,” he moaned, “look at the mirror as you suck my cock.” There was a full length mirror on the built-in wardrobe beside the bed. In the red tinged lighting, I see myself,a younger slim man, in between a man old enough to be my dad, me servicing him. He looked into my eyes through the mirror with a lewd gaze before his gaze moved onto my ass. “Mmm, you should bring your ass to my mouth to let me lick your hole while you suck me,” he said. Ted slid down the bed so that he was lying flat. I brought my arse to his mouth as he licked it. I gasped and said, “I miss how sensitive my hole becomes when I’m high.” “Yea? Well, my cock becomes super sensitive too when I get high. Keep sucking my cock while I lick your hole.” We revelled in the pleasure and enhanced sensitivity servicing each other and being able to watch ourselves performing our lewd act in the mirror. We sucked and licked each other to the beat of the music. It was like a half dance, half sex reverie. Ted stopped at one point and said, “I got to fuck your hole.” He moved to lay me on my back with my legs up in the air. He reached to the side of his bed to get a box of condoms and lube. A part of me felt disappointed I would not be reliving high bare sex like I had experienced with my ex. Another part of me was relieved I didn’t have to battle my self control to ensure I remained responsible and not harm Ted. He wrapped the condom over his thick hard leaking cock and poured a generous amount of lube. He pressed his palms on the back of my thighs, angling my arse upwards. He lined his cock against my hole and gently pressed slowly to penetrate. The cold, rubbery condom was a bit of a shock to my sensitive hole. The contrast of our totally naked bodies pressing against each other and yet feeling Ted’s sheathed cock was stark and jarring. I willed my mind not to focus on it and to focus on this sexy older man taking me. I managed to enjoy being filled and fucked as best as I could. Ted was a sexy man after all We fucked for several songs, and when we took a break, my mind wondered that if I had still been negative, I might be able to ask him to fuck me raw. -No, you only met the guy. Gosh, the drugs make you such a slut. We only let our significant other fuck ys raw. Get your act together, this is probably a one-off and if you tell him about your status, he may not want to see you again- The final thought made me feel very alone and low before I shrugged the train of thought off. We laid back on the bed to catch our breath (well, more Ted since he did the fucking). My eyes drank in Ted’s form leaning back lazily. Ted said, “I like the way you look at me.” “I like the way you look at me, too,” I responded, smiling in a serotonin addled manner. “So, keen to have another half?” Ted asked, smiling wickedly. “Yea, why not.” We downed another half a pill each. We chatted a bit. We jumped from topic to topic. Ted mentioned that he moved into town recently. I told him I only just returned to my hometown a few months back after things ended with Ray.The conversation flowed really easily, as we talked about any topic we might jump on. It was a nice easy connection, I wondered if it was normal on ecstasy. Afterall, I’ve only experienced it with Ray before and no one else. At one point, Ted suddenly had a far away look as if he were debating something. “Everything alright?” I asked. Ted looked at me, as if resolving something and said, “I really like you, and would like to meet up again. But I want to be upfront with you about something now rather than later.” Ted took a deep breath and said, “I’m HIV positive, and I’ll always play safe with you to keep you safe - that is if you still want to play. If you don’t, I understand as well.” I was dumbfounded, I think my jaw dropped at that moment. The shock must have been quite evident on my drugged fucked face. Ted must have read my expression wrongly and said, “I’m sorry to have shocked you. But as I said, if you don’t want to play and have to go, I understand.” “I still want to play with you. It doesn’t upset me. I mean my ex, Ray, was positive too. It didn’t bother me then. Well, I am positive now as well. Only found out a month ago. Still trying to get my head around it.” “You became poz because of your ex?” I nodded in response. “Did you guys not play it safe?” I sheepishly responded, “in the beginning we did. I remember thinking when we first started seeing each other that it is a pity we could not share the ultimate intimacy of fucking without a condom like other boyfriends. But after he introduced me to ecstasy, we couldn’t resist fucking without a condom. It felt so intensely intimate and close to each other with nothing between us. We managed to resist him cumming in me, though, with how raw his cock and raw my hole was with all the fucking and pre-cum, it probably mattered not.” “Have you fucked bare with anyone else before you met, Ray?” Ted asked as he ran his hairy arms against smooth chest and stomach, looking at me intensely. “With Pete, my ex before Ray, that’s all. And before you ask, yes, Pete cummed in me” He smiled at me teasingly, “You’re a sweet bottom, aren’t you. Saving your raw hole only for your boyfriends. So how old was Pete.” “Pete? Hm, he would be 45 now. Well, not that it matters I “save” my hole any more. The doctor said that I’m always to have safe sex even with other poz guys to ensure that we don’t accidentally reinfect each other with a different strain,” I stroked his strong hairy forearms. The drugs clearly made both of us very tactile. “Yeah, that is what my doctor said too. Did your doctor prescribe you meds, Jim?” “He did suggest it as the viral load is high, but I have not decided. I am worried about side effects. You?” “Same,” Ted responded, staring into the ceiling, then turned to me, “How-about we take another half?” “What, so soon, I feel the first half is just coming on.” He smirked, “Let’s celebrate getting completely shitfaced and wasted.” “What are we celebrating?” “That we have both somehow found a poz friend in this tiny town.” “Alright, why not.” We downed a second half pill. He sat up and leaned back on the bed again, legs spreading apart and looked lustfully at my naked body. Thrusting his hips and flopping his growing member, he said, “I can feel the first half is coming on, and I think my cock needs some attention.” I grinned as I crawled between his legs again taking his cock into my mouth. His cock grew rock hard in my mouth as I moved my mouth up and down his hard shaft. He looked at me with his lewd smashed face in the mirror and asked, “So how big is Ray?” I released his cock from my mouth and with one hand slowly stroked his hard member, running my other hand through his hairy chest that was both soft with a bit of beef but hard with muscle underneath. His hands caressed my arms and head, “Funny you ask. When I first saw your hard cock,” I gave the cock a good squeeze and it throbbed in response, “I thought it looked very similar in size and shape as Ray. Same as your balls and hairiness. I mean, if I just look at your crotch area, it looks exactly like how I remember Ray’s crotch.” Ted moaned at me squeezing his member and said softly, “So I’ll be fucking you as deep as he had ever been.” “You’re wicked, I like a wicked top” I said to him with my smashed grin and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it some more. “Mmm, get on your back, Jim. Lift your legs and spread your cheeks. I want to eat that hole of yours good.” Ted got onto his knees and lifted my arse up in the air to his mouth. As he ate my hole, he stared into my eyes. We both looked completely drugged fucked and I felt completely smashed, and amazing. My skin all over felt incredibly sensitive and I loved the feel of his naked hairy skin pressing against my smooth skin. Where our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel our sticky sweat slicking against each other. His tongue probed as deep into my hole as he could. His 5 o’clock shadow scraped against the entrance of my hole and cheeks, roughing the entrance to my hole. His tongue teasing my hole made it feel incredibly hungry and needed to be filled, “please fuck me,” i begged, not caring I was begging like a slut, completely to different to how I would normally behave. The red tinged light made the room seem like a whore room. He lowered my arse to the bed and pushed my legs back against my torso. He looked down towards his rock hard cock and lined it against my hole. I gasped when his bare leaking knob pressed against the entrance of my hole wet with his spit. He looked at me with a wicked look, gyrating the knob against the entrance of my hole without pushing it in. I moaned as it felt so good. I tried to remind him to wear a condom, but I couldn’t find the words.He gave a low moan, almost like a growl, and said, “My knob is so sensitive. This feels so good.” The second half pill we took started to come on and it made my hole even hungrier for Ted’s bare cock. I thought back to how tactile and how amazing it felt to be completely wasted and fucked by a bare cock. My hole twitched in memory and anticipation against Ted’s knob as if trying to draw it in. I hoped Ted would just plunge his dick into me Ted kept his cock from going in, rubbing his precum and wetting the entrance to my hole. He asked, “So, Jim, you’ve always been a sweet bottom saving bare hole for your boyfriends… maybe you should let me teach you how to be a bad boy and enjoy letting a stranger fuck you bare.” I almost said yes immediately. I was holding onto Ted’s arse and had to resist pulling him forward so that his cock would slip into my willing hole. Though I resisted, I secretly hoped Ted just pushed his cock forward anyway, taking me completely. I lamely responded, “Didn’t you say you earlier want to keep me safe? O…our doctors said that we shouldn’t fuck bare with other guys with HIV too as we might end up passing each other our strains.” A reminder of the danger of swapping strains did not act as a wet blanket to both of us to remind ourselves to be wary. Instead, I felt my cock becoming so hard it ached. Ted cock throbbed and jerked at the reminder. -Oh god, why am I turned on about our strains mixing. He is turned on by the idea too. God, he looks so high. I feel so high. This is so horny and amazing,- I thought. Ted leaned over and kissed me surprisingly gently and slowly. It was probably the drugs talking but it felt incredibly intimate even though it was with someone I met for the first time. Breaking the kiss, he whispered to me, “I did say I would keep you safe, didn’t I? But that was only because I thought you were neg and I wanted to protect you from HIV. Since you are already poz, it seems such a waste not to take the opportunity to get maximum pleasure out of each other’s bodies.” Ted kissed me gently again before pulling our mouths apart looking deeply into my eyes, “We’ve been dealt with shit cards in getting HIV. How often do you think we may end up meeting another guy with HIV in this little town? Do you never want to ever experience the pleasure of high bare sex? To enjoy sex the way it should be - Without any restrictions in the most intimate and pleasurable manner. Unlike you with Ray, only you were the only one taking risks. This time, you and I will take risks together. We’re sharing it.” My resistance broke, I remembered how wonderful my body felt when I was being taken by Ray’s 8.5” cock. Feeling his hairy body against me. Watching sheer pleasure in his eyes as my hole pleasured his bare throbbing cock. I wanted Ted’s body and cock to give me pleasure the same way Ray did. I wanted to give Ted pleasure with my body the way I did with Ray. I shouldn’t, but in this drug haze, the forbidden fruit was so sweet. To give each other pleasure and to put each other at risk for the sake of hedonistic pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Ted and my hands reached for his arse to pull it forward a little. He gave me a lewd look as his knob penetrated into my hole slowly. How I missed this - a warm hard raw cock filling me up. As his cock slid in slowly, deliberately, I said, “You’re a wicked old man. Corrupting me.” His eyes shined with evil delight, “Yes, corrupting a sweet young man like you. Teaching you the pleasure of having bare risky sex with a stranger.” As he bottomed up, I felt his hairy crotch and balls pressed against my smooth arse cheeks. There is now a congruent feeling of naked skin, naked cock and naked hole. Ted growled into my mouth as we kissed gently like we were lovers, “your hole feels so good on my cock. It is made for my cock. When I said I would be fucking you as deep as Ray did, this is what I was thinking of. My bare cock going into your hole as deep as his bare cock ever did. Leaking pre-cum deep into you as Ray ever did. What would Ray think, his sweet ex boyfriend being corrupted by an even older man and letting him fuck bare even though they’ve met for the first time.” “Oh, you’re such a dirty old man, Ted… I love it,” I responded into his mouth in between kisses. I could see the smirk in his eyes as we were staring into each other’s eyes, kissing gently as he thrusted in and out of me to the beat of the music as our minds felt like our bodies had melted into each other. Occasionally, we looked at the mirror on the wardrobe watching ourselves in our sex act. The contrast between our body types could be clearly seen, his thick muscular frame, pressing on my slim frame. His hairy body pressed against my smooth pale body. This sexy older weathered man against my younger self. “Yea, you like being taken by a dirty old man that is even older than your ex and old enough to be your father? I am not just taking your bare hole tonight, Jim. I am going to cum in your hole. All those times Ray fucked you and you never got to have a dirty old man flood your guts with his cum properly. I’m going to have something Ray never did and it is only the first time we met. We’re going to have a really long session so that by the time we end, your hole will be so raw and sore, you will be knocked up with my strain of HIV alongside Ray’s.” I was not a bug chaser when I was with Ray. Ted’s words should have shocked me, but instead the thought of being knocked up by Ted’s strain turned me on so much. Like it was incredibly intimate. “At the end of our session, I want my cock to be so raw, sore and chafed, you will infect me with Ray’s strain too. You and me, complete fluid bonding. That is what the second half of the pill is for Jim. What I wanted to celebrate, I just had to take the opportunity for us to have sex the right way, bare and raw. I don’t know Ray, but I’m sure that is why he introduced you to drugs. He wanted to have sex with you the proper way,” Ted continued with an evil lewd look on his face as he kept thrusting his cock in and out of me. A small part of my mind feels like I should be terrified of mixing our strains. However, my drugged addled mind craved the ultimate physical intimacy and fluid bonding with Ted, even if it is the first time we have just met. “That is so wicked, Ted. We really shouldn’t be fucking bare, but your bare cock feels so amazing, too amazing to resist,” I blabbered. “It makes it more exciting that we shouldn’t be doing this, isn’t it Jim? Being so irresponsible? Taking risks for pure pleasure? Knowing that your sexual partner is risking harming you for his pure pleasure and you are doing the same? Letting a stranger, an older man take you completely? I love my body violating a younger man, especially with my bare cock. The forbidden fruit makes sex so much sweeter” He punctuated each sentence pulling out completely with a sloppy ‘plop’ sound and ramming and breaching my hole. His thrust became more frantic and the drugged fuel intimacy gave way to drugged fuelled animalistic pounding. My hole was getting slick and slimy with his pre-cum as he fucked my hole. His bare cock hitting my prostate and I could feel myself building up. “I’m going to cum if you keep fucking me like this,” I told Ted. “Cum for me, Jim. I’m going to cum too.” I felt my orgasm exploding from my prostate to my cock. The sensation of cumming magnified by Ted’s cocking ramming against my prostate. Ted gasped and he thrust himself deep into me and stayed there. His body tensed as he shuddered. As if he wanted to make sure he delivered his poz cum deep into me. -I let him cum in me, I let someone I met for the first time cum into me- I thought Ted gave me a quick kiss and he pulled out of my sore used hole. He moved down onto my stomach and licked my cum off of my stomach. I giggled as it was rather ticklish. When he finished, he lay back onto the bed panting saying, “That was amazing. I got to catch my breath. We’re not done yet young man.” In my mind, I thought I should be disgusted with myself for letting myself be taken so irresponsibly. Yet, instead I felt extremely content and satisfied. Thinking back to when I received my diagnosis, I still remembered feeling a great sense of loss thinking that I would never be able to experience high bare sex after only ever experiencing it with Ray. And yet, tonight, I got to relive that experience with Ted, who was wicked. It was amazingly satisfying. “Well, tonight was unexpected,” I said. Ted moved his hands to hold onto my hands, “It was. I’m really happy to have met you, Jim. I really hope we can do this again. More often. But before that, we are still not done for the night, maybe the weekend.”

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Went to Wet Wednesday at Crew Club last Wednesday and fucked some hot ass . This was billed as a cumdump event with 10 hooded cumdumps and up to 100 breeders. In fact, 11 cumdumps were advertised on Twitter or maybe on the Freak Parties website. I didn't try to be a cumdump for this event because it didn't look like I would meet the required criteria (my X/Twitter presence is pretty lame - I only have two or three short videos and have not mastered the art of sexy nude selfies). In retrospect I should probably have applied. But I decided to go, do my duty to serve/worship the asses of my fellow bottoms and fuck ass when a real top was pounding hole. Also, I might be able to eat some ass. There were also a lot less than 100 breeders or tops. Maybe 50 max. I arrived around 9 pm and ended up leaving at 11:45 pm because I had to catch the bus back to Baltimore. The party had started at 8 pm. There were actually 6 ass-up cumdumps, and one of those didn't appear to be too active. There was possibly another cumdump but we wasn't ass up like the others but this guy did have access to a room so maybe he was listed as one of the planned cumdumps. I haven't fucked ass in a long time and have been basically a total bottom for several years (really, most of my sex life I have been a lightly vers-bottom but all my boyfriends basically forced me to fuck them because we were often bottoms hooking up with bottoms). All 6 of the ass-up cumdumps were in larger rooms (used to be called Captains Rooms, I think these were 1 - 6, Crew Club has about 26 or so of these rooms). All of these rooms are next to the lobby and ventilated smoking lounge. Room 1 was the room with a smoking hot younger guy with his pretty ass perfectly presented in a red jockstrap. He was also the less active guy. He is a shorter muscular guy, more calisthenics + running or swimming with a hot little to medium (in size) muscular ass. When I arrived his door wasn't open but I saw it after someone came out and he didn't close the door. He was ass-up with his pretty hole facing the door. I slipped in his tight hole. So his hole ring was very tight around my dick but his ass was cavernous and silky. My dick felt like it was sort of floating around in his ass. He was actually the 3rd guy I fucked that evening but I only fucked him once. The room next to him, room 2, was occupied nearly all the time I was there. This guy was really popular. Turns out he was from Richmond. He was the 5th guy I fucked but I fucked him at least 3 times. He's a big muscular guy with a big muscular ass. He said he had taken 20 loads that evening. I left after fucking him the third time. I also licked his ass after fucking him each time. Next up, after the door to the upstairs lounge/lobby area playing Mass Collab/NYSeed videos, was room 3. This guy was said to be a vers top. I couldn't fuck him at first as I had some trouble getting hard. But in between top fucks I eventually got in. He was also muscular and hot but his muscle tone was less tight than the guys in rooms 1 or 2. He was also tall like the guy in room 2. Guys were in and out of his room all night and sometimes he had a crowd. His hole was soft around my dick but a bit tight getting in. His ass was pretty tight all around. I fucked him two or three times. Next up, room 4. This guy was hot - I don't know why this guy didn't have a train on him all night. He was also the first guy I fucked. I ended up fucking him four or five times. His hole was medium tight, not cavernous but a little loose inside. I fucked him when he was available but as soon as a real top looked like he wanted to fuck him I pulled out. I also licked his ass after every fuck. He was the only guy to remain hooded most of the time. I don't know if he had tattoos on both ass cheeks or if he had had a kind of swirl draw on his cheeks. He also had tally makes on his right ass cheek rather than just on his jockstrap so he had taken at least seven loads that night. Next up, room 5. This guy was hairless and more light-medium weight training muscular. His hole was also tight and his ass was sort of silky but firm. I may have only fucked him once. Room 6 - I couldn't get inside this hot guy's very tight hole although I tried a couple of times. He seemed disappointed so I didn't bother him again. He was a more than medium muscular hot African-American man, also tall, probably weight trained. There was also one guy, not a cumdump who I fucked in the sort of dark room Crew club has (with that weird platform area in the middle). I was also fucked twice there. All the guys were hot with different hole and ass feels - YUM! Next time I'm in Berlin at a cumdump event I'll try to mount a fellow hole when there's down time because life is too short to not have a dick up a hole's ass and sometimes another hole has to pound ass as best he can to spread the happiness.

I’m 58. It has always seemed to me, that I have a cycle, every month or two. There are times when I pass a guy who smells so good, that I get hard enough to drill concrete. These periods last a couple of weeks. Then, my drive goes back to “normal.” Which means I’m horny most of the time, and jerk off at least once a day. Unfortunately, I have few opportunities to put my dick to better use when I do want to drill into concrete. I am surprised how strong my drive is at my age. There is still hope.

Check out bcdhotels.com. Most of the info you need there. I personally wear a jockstrap because I think bottoms should always wear one. My harness has never put anyone off but I wouldn’t go much kinkier than that. Cumdumping is vanilla fucking, just lots of it. For filming, just put it in your ad that it’s allowed and encouraged. Don’t expect to see it afterwards though, necessarily. Apps: grindr, BBRT, twitter, I guess scruff. Lube: whatever is your preference. You’re going for a marathon, get something you like. With luck you won’t need it as much once your hole gets cummy. I’d strongly suggest anon. Show your face on apps so breeders know who they’re fucking, but be blindfolded when they arrive. Don’t ask any tops for photos because it doesn’t matter. A cock comes through the door you take it and its load. Watch you don’t get robbed. If you have to have your phone out during it use a cheap burner phone.

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Ive always cheated on my boyfriends, always thought it was the hottest thing ever, and never felt bad about any of it 🙂

Yesssss, totally agree with you!

I’m a BoTtom.

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".

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.

Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.

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Amsterdam.

My confirmed load count for this year is 93

This is absolutely true. Not only was it the first time I was fucked it also the first time I had any real homosexual feelings or physical contact. Ive never actually l told this anyone. Needless to it changed my life. When I was 17 I was really into motorcycle (I still am) A friend came over to see me on his bike and said he was going to see his cousin in Chiswick West London and asked if I fancied a spin over to see him. It was only a short ride, about 30 minutes so, I accepted the invitation. We arrived at his flat and I was immediately struck how his cousin looked like Anthony Andews, an English actor who had been in a TV drama based on the Evelyn Waugh book 'Brideshead Revisited' I had always thought I was completely straight until I'd watched that series but his character was obviously gay and I was surprised to have a bit of a crush on him. Any how my friends cousin looked alot like him. We went out for a drink in a local pub then returned to his flat where we had a few glasses of wine. I'm not and never have been much of a drinker. My mate said he had to go but, his cousin seeing I was very slightly inebriated said I could stay if I didn't want to ride my bike. Drink and motorcycles don't mix and even at that age I was fairly sensible. After my friend left his cousin poured more wine and the left the room returning a short time later wearing a dressing gown. I was sitting in an armchair and he sat on the floor infront of me. I was very taken with him and kept glancing under his dressing gown to see if was wearing anything underneath. We chatted and due to the alcohol I lost some of my inhibitions. We were both smiling and chatting, about what I can't remember and I continued trying to see under his dressing gown. He obviously noticed me looking several times and eventually said he thought I had enough to drink and he'd show me the bedroom. I quickly discovered there was only one bedroom in the flat. He told me to put my clothes on a chair. I turned round to do so, keeping my underwear on. When I turned round he was naked on the bed. I remember turning as red as a beetroot and was very embarrassed. He just smiled and told me to come to him. I told him I'd never done anything with another man and he told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. Of course once we held each other and kissed we did everything. It was painful the first time I was penetrated but he was the gentlest of lovers and the whole experience was absolutely wonderful. I fell for him big time but, he was a little older than me with different interests but, I will always have a huge soft spot for him, his gentleness and consideration.

I've been thinking a lot about why I enjoy bareback so much as a bottom. Once I'm relaxed, I feel good with or without a condom - I know it feels different for some people, but for me it's the same. It's easier for me to relax when the top wants to fuck me raw, but I think it's more related to my mental state than with the rubber per se - again, different people, different experiences. There's an element I started appreciating very recently though: the transgression aspect. I was a teenager in the 90s in a very conservative family in a conservative environment. So living the gay life for me is already a huge transgression that I'm very very proud of. But I wanted more. And the way I decided to rebel against society norms was to take raw dick and loads in my ass. It feels liberating to confess that to be honest. Thanks for listening.

Last September I visited a CumUnionparty in Amsterdam. I didn't really had a plan and just walked around and waited in the cellararea, which is provided with a big fuckbed you can walk around and with a sling, all dimly lit. I took position next to the sling in which a guy was being fucked. I overheard the fucker say "can I come in your ass", which was granted by the bottom and I heard a loud growl just a short period after that when he shot his load deep in his ass. The top left, leaving the bottom with a fresh load, lying in the sling. I didn't wait a second before I took my already growing dick from my pants and started taking position to give him a second fuck. I touched his ass, it was so sticky so I kneeled down and felched the cum straight from his ass. The bottom reacted and gave my a sign he wanted to have his share of it and I gave it back to him snowballing. At the same take I started fucking his cummy ass. He got so aroused by the whole scene he started jerking off his cock while I was fucking him. I noticed that he was about to come so I pulled out and moved my head downwards just in time to have him ejaculate in my mouth. So that was my second load. Some time after that I spotted a guy which i recognised from a bare-profile somewhere on the net, stating being poz and looking for loads, poz loads no problem. It just turned me on he was so specific about that in his profile and for me that with this slut I had the opportunity to fuck a guaranteed poz-ass. I took position near him and the slut was immediately grabbing for my dick and directing it towards his ass. I felt great entering that hole, it was so slippery I could not tell for sure it was lube or some previous loads. I wispered I was about to give him my pozload, he said "please do, I want pozcum" and so I seeded his ass pumping it deep inside. I felt so fucking happy I experienced all this cumsex that afternoon. Will go back next time for sure, again for both giving and taking it.

Will be in Maspalomas at Noxon on the 7th for their LOAD party, at Factory on 12th October for the XL Raw, and at Strong Construction on the 10th. All other evenings you can find me at Reds.

Hey everyone. After more than a year I'm finally back at writing these stories. I started this last part over so many times without ever being satisfied with it that I eventually stopped trying and focused on other projects and didn't think about it all that much. I had a sudden surge of inspiration a few days ago and finally wrote it to completion. I've also started working on a spiritual sequel to it with a new victim/slave, also still featuring the characters of Rick and Tom, but I will slightly retcon a few things about them to fit the new ideas I want to play with better. So stay tuned for more, I'll try my best to not take a whole year to finish it this time, lol. It's shaping up to be quite a long story and I will start posting it, in a new thread, once I'm done with the second chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this epilogue to Tom's story: --------------------------------------------------------------- Part Seven - The Slave Formerly Known as Tom’s Last Entry It’s been over a year now since I’ve become a willing chem slave for my Daddy. At this point, I have completely forgotten what my life used to be before I moved into his house and discovered the wonders of gay sex, drugs, slavery, rubber, and so many wonderful kinks and perversions shown to me by my master and lover. For the past year, every moment of my life has been under the influence of some substance given to me by my Daddy. Sometimes I know what it is, but most of the time I have no idea. This constant state of euphoria and drug-induced haze has left me struggling a lot to form coherent thoughts and remembering anything with clarity has become very difficult. That’s why I asked Daddy if I could write down my thoughts one last time before I’m unable to anymore. I can feel my mind going away, replaced by this instinct-driven sex animal that Daddy has been shaping me up to be. I don’t regret my choice of becoming his complete slave, not one moment. But the price I have to pay for this blissful and exciting existence is my own mind. I sold my soul to the devil, so to speak, but I would do it all over again If given the chance. So, one last time, let me tell you about my life for the past year, and for what will likely be the rest of it. Shortly following my conversion into a poz slave, Daddy took me to a tattoo parlour to get my first ink of many. I now am adorned by several hot tattoos all over my body, starting with a sizable biohazard symbol surrounding my ass hole, like a target warning potential tops that only poz loads are allowed in. I also have a few dozen little spermatozoids tattooed all over my thighs, all seemingly swimming to reach my hole. Each sperm has a little biohazard symbol on it as well. These were my first tattoos, which were followed by several others, some more degrading than others. For instance, I proudly have the words « TOILET », « PISS SLAVE », « WHORE », and « POZ SLUT » displayed on my chest and on my back. The only problem with these is that they’re not often visible due to the several rubber suits I constantly have to wear, unless I’m wearing clear, transparent rubber. Every morning I wake up in my rubber cell in the basement, on my rubber bed, in one of the rubber suits I have to wear continuously. Sometimes I wear the same one for several days, sometimes I wake up in a fresh one. Sometimes it’s a plain black suit without any features, sometimes It’s a clear transparent one that makes me look like some weird medical experiment. I also get to wear various, more elaborate ones with biohazard symbols on them, clearly indicating my status for anyone to see. Sometimes there are words like « piss », « fist », or « chem », chosen by Daddy to let me know what we will be focusing on that day, or just because he likes it. These rubber suits have become my second skin, I couldn’t imagine being without them on, tightly hugging my body and paradoxically enhancing and numbing every sensation all at once. Since I have worn a hood for the entirety of the past year, I have pretty much forgotten what I look like at this point. This is the true new me; a featureless, anonymous gimp whose sole purpose and identity is to be a sex servant to my demanding master. After waking up, I always have a fresh pipe full of Tina next to me that I have to smoke right away. Daddy wants me high all the time from the moment I wake up until he lets me go to bed, so I have no time to lose and light it up. I usually do a half dozen hits before putting it down. Naturally, the high makes me unbelievably horny, so I grab one of the butt plugs made available to me and shove it down my already lubed ass to calm me down. From then on I have to wait for my Daddy to come and let me out or take care of me. The first thing I have to do when greeting my master is to serve him as a urinal. By the time he enters my room I’m always ungodly high and horny so I gladly get on my knees with my mouth wide open. Daddy then sticks his massive semi-erect cock in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it to create a tight seal while he opens the floodgates and gives me my morning drink. I pride myself to never waste a single drop. Once he is done pissing I usually suck his cock to completion and swallow his first big load of the day, or he finishes in my ass, depending on his mood. A few weeks into our relationship, if I can call it that way, Daddy decided that I was to wear a chastity cage at all times. Not that I really needed it, since being on Tina 24/7 made me limp all the time and rendered my dick pretty much useless, but he likes the look of it and the added feeling of control and domination it gave him over me. I have to admit, I enjoy being his little bitch so much that wearing this is very hot and satisfying in itself. The only time I get to take it off is when I am put into the brainwashing machine, which happens at least once a week, usually twice or thrice. When I’m in there, my dick gets forcefully milked by the machine, no matter how limp the T makes me, and it’s the only time I get to cum with my cock. In any other case, all my orgasms are anal, administered to me by my precious Daddy, or one of his friends and numerous guests. The brainwashing machine is probably the greatest thing ever invented in the history of sex. I absolutely love spending time in there, at the mercy of my Daddy’s twisted imagination and sexual landscape. That thing made me discover and love so many things I could never have imagined before. It turned me into a complete sex addicted twisted pervert just like him, maybe even more. On numerous occasions, I have to go through a psychedelics-induced journey into my own mind, guided by my Daddy and his perverse scenarios. These voyages made me discover so many things about myself that I would never have been able to otherwise. At some point, I was introduced to dog play. The virtual world created by Daddy showed me an endless stream of immersive videos of men dressed as rubber dogs, acting as if they were dogs, playing like puppies with each other, fighting, running around, sniffing their asses, then sucking each others cock, then mating or being relentlessly bred by their rubber handlers and masters. The next morning, I was very excited to wake up in my bed, dressed up in a rubber dog suit, with an elaborate puppy hood. When Daddy came to see me, I was already acting like a dog without him having to tell me to do it. I simply got on all fours, acting excited just like a dog seeing his master for the first time in a while, running up to him in a playful manner. Daddy rewarded me with his bone to suck on, then fed me more T while removing the plug tail stuck in my ass to fuck and breed me like a good boy. On several occasions, Daddy forced me into the dog persona for several days and used me like I was his actual dog. I got to sleep in his room, all curled up on the floor next to his bed, or sometimes in a cage. He takes me outside, on a leash, to take walks in his private yard. I also remember being taken to a public event, I think it was called Folsom, where he got me way higher and fucked up than usual and paraded me in front of everyone, on the streets, in the middle of the day. That day, I had to suck countless cocks, swallow so much cum it got me nauseous, and I got almost as many loads in my ass from all the willing tops present. My memories of this event are quite blurry, but I cherish them fondly nonetheless. Group sex is a regular occurrence in my life with Daddy. I love being the centre of attention in these parties, used as a sex object by dozens of poz men who need their balls emptied into a tight, fucked up hole. I’ve spent countless hours tied up to a bench or a sling, in full rubber most of the time but also naked on rare occasions, plowed relentlessly by legions of big, poz cocks. I think these are my favourite moments in my slave life, as I get to be fed massive amounts of sperm in my ass and mouth, by most of all a never-ending procession of slams injected into my veins. My life with Daddy is a perfect life for me, far better than what I could possibly imagine prior to meeting him and discovering the wonders of extreme gay sex. My only wish is that I’ll get to live this way for many more years, always being used, fucked up and abused according to my Daddy’s wishes. He told me recently that he gave me so much drugs already that my brain will surely be too fried at some point and I won’t be able to experience pleasure anymore. I don’t know if that’s true, and I don’t feel like it is (at least yet), but it will have been 100% worth it if that’s the case. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone else. Returning to my old, plain, regular and boring former life is impossible now, but even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. I’m so grateful to my Daddy for having shown me the way to truly enjoy life and I look forward to spending the rest of my days being his loyal, devoted slave. One last thing before I log out for good. In the past few weeks, Daddy has been talking about finding a new slave to corrupt and convert. This lucky boy would join me and expand our little family. I’m very excited about that and look forward to meeting this new playmate. I have no idea what Daddy has in mind for him, but I’m eager to find out. I’m sure we will have lots of fun losing our minds and freedom together. I hope you enjoyed reading my story, this is probably the last time I write anything down ever again. At the moment I am in my rubber cell, typing on this laptop my Daddy brought me so I could write. Once I’m done, I’ll just close the lid, smoke the massive bowl of T left for me and wait for my master to come use me. I know I won’t have to wait very long, as he is always watching over me, like the loving Daddy that he is.

Chapter 3 - Jim POV 1 year later. Ted and I started seeing each other exclusively 2 months after we met. We moved to a different city to start our new life - a spur of the moment decision, a leap of faith. Ted described us as two lost souls who found each other. He had been honest to me about his past infidelities. I thought he would have wanted an open relationship, but he was the one who suggested exclusivity. To be honest, I would have been willing to try an open relationship with Ted. I think unlike my previous relationship with Ray, I feel secure with Ted even if we were in an open relationship. He said that he should learn how to do things differently from his previous relationships and learn to be faithful. As I generally favour a closed relationship, I thought we would give it a go. He still shared his filthy fantasies with me when we played, which I really enjoy. We had chem sex and chem lovemaking every fortnight. It was fortunate that we found a new dealer in this new city who had been able to stock ecstasy regularly. This weekend, Ted had a client meeting back in his old city at his office headquarters. His office had booked him a 11.50 pm flight on Friday night. It was also the same weekend as our fortnightly chem sessions. I suggested we postpone our session to the following weekend seeing we only had the Friday evening (our sessions usually lasted Friday evening to saturday evening, sometimes even Sunday morning). A 11.50 pm flight would leave us very little time to play and then we had to come down separately away from each other. Ted instead, gave me an evil look and suggested, “We can make it a short chem session this weekend, and then have a proper one the following weekend.” Who was I to disagree. On the Friday morning before Ted’s flight, Ted called, “My dealer is out of ecstasy. He has quite a lot of ice in stock though. I know you’ve never tried Ice before. Interested in trying ice?” Ted had told me that he and Ben (his ex) did a lot of ice and ecstasy. Ice was far better in making the people they had invited to “forget” about condoms. The thought of Ted having sex with more than 1 person bare at the same time always got my cock hard. It was filthy and risky. I was a bit hesitant, but I was already looking forward to a good chem session with Ted tonight, so I agreed. That night, when I got home, Ted had his old pipe ready with a glass shard in it. He explained how to smoke the pipe and demonstrated for me. Heating the glass shard, he drew in a deep breath as the clouds rushed into his lungs. As he held his breath, he gestured for me to come forward to take a breath from the pipe. As I took a breath, the metallic chemical taste caught me by surprise and I coughed. His eyes crinkled with amusement as he gestured for me to come close to him, and then he kissed me and blew the clouds from his lungs into mine. Then he asked me to blow it back. We shotgunned a few times, him sucking from the pipe before blowing into me, and me returning to him. After I got used to the taste, he made me consume from the pipe directly. I felt a rush of horniess and my skin tingle. My hole felt a hunger for cock like I never felt before. Where ecstasy seemed to highlight sex, ice was a pinprick focus on sex and only sex. Normally, Ted and I would start our chem session with kissing. But Ted’s eyes burned with an animalistic lust that looked incredibly sexy. “I think you should suck me,” he said, his cock growing. I got on my knees, my face below his large cock and balls. I stared into his eyes, as I ran my tongue along his shaft and tickled his balls. He moaned with pleasure, keeping his eyes locked with mine and watching me. “I need to fuck you. Let me eat your hole, and you should wet my shaft, Prep ourselves for fucking,” a part of my mind registered that we seem to be moving through foreplay a lot faster than normal. However, my hole felt incredibly hungry and was eager for cock. After our first meeting, Ted and I had never used lube. Always just spit and his copious pre-cum. This meant we got sore faster too. While we were not into pain, the soreness reminds us of the risk and the pleasure that we had with each other. Ted had told me that the chafe raw feeling on his cock turns him on so much because it reminds him of us swapping strains that it often gets his cock achingly hard. I sat on Ted’s hungry mouth as he licked my hole roughly and pushed his tongue in to stretch the opening of my hole. It wasn’t the same as a bare knob, but it was the next best thing to it. I in turn took Ted’s cock into my mouth and swallowed it whole, letting my saliva dribble all down his shaft as I sucked his cock. He stopped tonguing my hole, spat on it a few times and told me to get on my back. As I laid back, I admired his rock hard cock sticking out of his hairy crotch, his big balls hanging low. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed his knob against my hole. The slimy mix of spit and pre-cum made my hole give way as his cock penetrated my hole. Like ecstasy, I realised ice made my hole more sensitive and I relished in the feeling of a bare cock sliding into me. I asked, “Is your cock sensitive like when you’re on ecstasy?” “Yeah, it is. That’s why I hate fucking with condom when I’m high. What is the point of heightening the sensitivity but then to dampen it with a condom. Taking risks for this heightened pleasure is worth it. And I love fucking young men who take the risk to enjoy the pleasure - young men like you, Jim.” It turned me on that my hole is pleasuring my mature lover and boyfriend who is old enough to be my father. Society frowns on such intergenerational pairings and yet, here we were fucking in the most lustful and risky manner. We stared into each other’s hungry animalistic eyes as Ted pounded me in various positions. Where ecstasy had elements of raunchiness and affection, ice seemed to bring out raunchiness. Fucking seemed to be our main focus. My hole seemed perpetually hungry to be filled with a bare cock. His cock seemed perpetually hungry to penetrate my bare hole. Everytime we recover from our rest, his cock finds my hole quickly. Like with ecstasy, time moved on a different scale. Before we knew it, it was close to 9:50 pm and Ted needed to prepare to go. “I am so tempted to skip this client meeting, but it is a really important meeting. Sorry Jim. I should have listened and just waited till next weekend to play. I had fun though. I’ll be back on Monday.” “It is ok, Ted. You better get going.” Ted didn’t leave himself much time. He dressed quickly without showering and left. After Ted left, I tried my best to relax, but I felt incredibly wired and horny. I was unable to sleep and watching porn just made me think of getting my hole filled with Ted’s cock. A dark train of thought crossed my mind, “Maybe I should see who is online. I can just [banned word] and not do anything.” I had previously deleted my gaydar profile after I started seeing Ted so I had to re-create a new one. As I was flicking through profiles, I came across a profile, Hifun. The guy was 49 years old, about the same height as me, lean muscular built. He had quite dark skin, and did not look as hairy as Ted or Ray. Reading his profile, it said drug use “recreational” and safe sex as “always”. I noticed that his profile was linked to his boyfriend, so I clicked onto his boyfriend’s profile. HIs boyfriend was offline. HIs boyfriend was 23, 5’7, and quite slim. Hifun must like slim guys. I found some pics on my computer and uploaded them onto a 3rd party photo sharing site. I messaged him with a link to the photos. Me (Jim): Nice pics you got. Here is a link to my pics. What are you up to tonight? Hifun: Nothing much. Boyfriend is visiting family. Had someone over earlier this evening and he just left. I still haven’t cum though, smoking too much ice and still horny. Howabout you 😉 Me (Jim): I had some ice earlier this evening with my boyfriend. He had to catch a flight. Am still horny so I jumped online to have a look around. Hifun: I still have some more ice if you want to come and play 😉 Me (Jim): Do you fuck guys bare? I froze after I sent the message. I was only supposed to be [banned word] online. Hifun: Yes - I hate fucking with condoms especially when I’m high. I put safe on my profile because my partner and I agreed that we should only play safe with other people. But he wouldn’t be here when you and I play, he wouldn’t know 😉 My cock sprang up. The thought that Hifun was cheating on his boyfriend turned me on. The idea of me cheating of Ted and finding another man’s cock to satisfy me tonight made me so horny, even though somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I am appalled by my reaction. I need to shut this down. Instead of just dropping it and leaving, I wrote to Hifun a response. Me (Jim): I love fucking raw while high. Unfortunately, I’m poz. Also, I have a bf, I really shouldn’t. -There,- I thought, -that should end this.- Hifun: Well, aren’t you an honest boy. I’m poz too. No reason we cannot still fuck. You should come over. Casual sex partners who have boyfriends are the best. No complications and just purely sex. It will be our dirty secret that we keep from our boyfriends. Let’s scratch each other’s itch since our bfs are away. My cock instantly became rock hard that it ached. I tried to focus on how much I loved Ted and how I felt blessed to have met him at my lowest point. Instead my drugged fuelled horniess made my hole so hungry for cock. If I cannot have Ted’s bare cock, then a cheating poz top would be a perfect substitute . There was an added sense of comfort and sleaziness that I wouldn’t be the only person cheating in this casual encounter. Me (Jim): Ok, I can shower and come over. Hifun: No, don’t shower. I want you filthy with sex with your boyfriend. I haven’t showered after my sex session too. I want us to be filthy. My cock ached at the idea. Hifun didn’t live far from me. He told me his name is Ralph and I took a cab over. He answered the door with only boxers on. His chest was well built and smooth. His forearms and legs had some hair. He wasn’t as wide as Ted, but still powerful. He smelt of sweat and sex like me. My cock grew in my pants, but I was still quite nervous. He invited me in and took me into the living room where we took a seat facing each other. He passed me the pipe, “Have some. I’ll have some more after you. I’ve been blowing clouds while waiting for you to get here. It will put you in the right mood.” I blew clouds and it eased my nerves and soon, horniness seemed to overpower everything. I handed the pipe back to him and he shook his head and said, “Have some more.” I had more and was spinning, yet I felt so good. When he was satisfied I was spinning as high as he was, he took the pipe from me and took more ice. “Do you mind if I take my boxers off?” he asked. I shook my head and he continued, “You should take your clothes off too.” I stripped naked and we sat opposite each other admiring each other’s body. His half hard cock hanging lewdly between his toned legs. We passed the pipe between us and he asked, “You’re a naughty boy asking about bare sex with a stranger online.” “You’re a naughty man, willing to have bare sex without disclosing your status,” I teased back. Our cocks hardening at the talk. “Touche. Is your boyfriend poz?” “Yes, yours?” “Yes. Are you guys on meds?” “No, not yet. We’ve been thinking about it as our viral load is high but have not made any decision. You guys?” “Same. So how come your bf left you unsatisfied for the night?” “Well, we thought we would try a short session before his flight. But he ended up leaving me pretty wired and still horny after he left.” “Mmm, what would he think if he finds out you’re about to be a cheating slut?” he teased. My cloud-addled brain could only think of the wicked fantasies Ted and I had, and concluded, “I think he’ll love it.” At the back of my mind, I was deeply aware that I was not giving this proper consideration and all focus was on horniness, and I totally knew my sober mind would not agree with this assessment. Ralph continued, “Yea, I would love finding out my boyfriend cheated on me too and let some top he met for the first time fuck him raw and cum in him. I always fantasize fucking into his hole and discovering a huge load or loads in him. Howabout you? What if you find out your boyfriend cheated on you after his plane lands because he is still so horned up with ice?” That thought brought an unbelievable level of arousal that it shocked me. I should be outraged at the idea of Ted cheating on me. I had wanted a monogamous relationship when I was with Ray. Yet, the idea that Ted would prioritize his cock and pleasure over our commitment flooded me with arousal making my hole even hungrier. Ralph grinned at my obvious arousal. His cock was already rock hard between his legs. It was thicker than Ted’s and Ray’s cock. But shorter by probably an inch. There would be no mistaking Ralph’s smoother body, thicker and shorter cock, for Ted or Ray when he has his naked body pressing me down and his cock up my hole. “How many times have you cheated on your boyfriend? And only instances where you fucked bare. Condom fucks aren’t real cheating,” Ralph asked, stroking his hard, thick cock. “You’re the first.” Ralph whistled in surprise, “sexy thing like you, how come this is the first time? “I’m very high and horny right now. Normally Ted would be fucking me all night and all day till we come down and are exhausted. I didn’t intend to meet anyone tonight. I was just [banned word] online but when I spoke to you, discovered you are poz and willing to fuck bare, and that you’re a serial cheater, it tipped it over.” Ralph grinned, “You needed a cheating top to show you how to enjoy filthy cheating sex? Mmm you’re willing to take the bare cock of a man you just met tonight. What would your boyfriend think?” “Ted seduced me and showed me how to enjoy bare sex with a stranger when we first met.” Ralph pushed his cock down lewdly and released. It sprang up, “I’ll be happy to teach you cheating sex since your boyfriend cannot. We should take it to the bed. I want to fuck you on the bed that I share with my boyfriend.” We entered Ralph’s bedroom. It had photos of him and his boyfriend in the bedroom. Ralph led me into their sanctity to desecrate it, Ralph said pointing to a photo “That’s my boyfriend, Zack. What I would give to convince him that we can play bare. I would love to have him watch me take you without a condom before I take him. I guess I’ll settle for his photo watching us.” Ralph lay on the bed, got me to sit on his face and offered hiscock for me to suck. His tongue probed my hole, sore from Ted’s pounding. I couldn’t believe I was going to get fuck by a different man not long after being fucked by Ted. I brought my face down to his cock, noticing that his knob is looked sore and red - probably sore from his previous session’s fuck. HIs cock looked totally clean but had unmistakable light sweet musky smell of hole juices, wicked evidence that he had been fucking his previous session without a condom. I didn’t want to clean the hole juices off of his cock. So instead I dribbled as much spit as I could onto his cock. “Your hole has been well fucked,” Ralph said in between tonguing, “Don’t you want to suck me?” “I was saving your previous session hole juices on your cock for you to fuck it up my hole.” Ralph plunged his tongue as deep as he could into me, pushing past the stretched barrier of the hole and then pulled back, “ I guess we better not waste any time then.” Ralph placed me on my back and lined his knob against my hole. My sore entrance twitched in excitement on his red knob. He dribbled spit down onto his cock and leaned forward a little, pressing his knob against the entrance of my hole, but with not enough weight so as to penetrate. “Last chance, Jim, once I fuck you, your hole will always be a cheating hole. You’ll be a dirty cheater like me. You’ll never be the pure boyfriend of Ted’s” -I should stop this- I thought, -This is not what I want. I want to be faithful to Ted- Instead I said, “Take me, please. So horny that we shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop. I want your cheating cock to take my cheating” “Yea Jim, we should be faithful to our boyfriends, or at the very least we should wear protection to reduce risk to ourselves and protect our boyfriends, we shouldn’t be having drugged fuel bare sex,” Ralph said as his cheating knob penetrated into my cheating hole, “I love fucking tweaked cheating sluts behind my boyfriend’s back.” Ralph’s thicker cock stretched my hole. It felt so full and I moaned. When his entire thick cock penetrated into me, he said, “There you go Jim, you’re officially a cheating slut. I’m going to fuck you good tonight so that when you go back to Ted, you’ll be carrying my viral strain in you.” Ralph leaned over and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth as if he was determined to sully every part of my body. His flesh pressed against my flesh as we held each other tightly. I was extremely aware of how different his body felt compared to Ted and Ray. Our skin was sticky with sweat and flesh rubbed against flesh. “Fucking that itch in your hole because Ted didn’t satisfy you properly tonight,” he pounded, “you scratching that itch on my cock because Zack’s hole isn’t enough to satisfy me.” “Your cock is so thick. I never felt my hole so stretched before,” I moaned. “Yea, my cock is thicker than Ted’s?” “Yes….” “Whose is longer?” “Ted’s is. He is about 8.5” long.” Ralph growled, as he thrust deep into me, “About an inch longer than me. A shame I wouldn’t be able to violate his property entirely. But you are violating Zack’s property completely.” He fucked me hard for a few strokes before continuing, “I may not be able to go as deep as Ted, but he will never be able to stretch you as much as me.” Without removing his cock from my hole, he took the pipe over so that we could blow more clouds. It was close to 1pm when Ted called. Ralph was fucking me on my stomach at that time. “Is that your boyfriend calling? Answer the call,” he said, making no effort to get off me, but slowing his thrust to a more gentle pace. Ted: Hey babe, managed to get some sleep. Me (Jim): Hey babe, no. Haven’t slept. Been so horny. There was a longer pause from Ted than I expected. It was so hard to focus feeling Ralph’s naked sweaty body on top of me and his thick cock stretching my hole. I loved how different his body felt compared to Ted’s and Ray’s. Ted: Yea, me too. I should have skipped the flight. Turns out my client’s flight was cancelled and rescheduled for Tuesday. I wouldn’t be able to leave till Friday morning and will be back in the evening when you get back from work. Now I’ve to stay in the hotel all horn– Ted gasped suddenly and said, “Sorry babe, wanking and edging. Nearly cum.” “Is ok,” I responded and Ralph suddenly pushing himself into me harder than expected hitting my prostate with greater force than expected. I let out a stifled gasp. “You ok babe?” Ted asked, though I thought he sounded distracted. “Yea, just horny and wanking.” “I can’t wait to go home and fuck you, Jim. We still have quite a bit of ice at home. When I get home Friday, I can’t wait for us to smoke some more to play.” “Me too, Ted. Looking forward to seeing you.” “I better try to catch a bit of shut eye. Love you, Jim.” “Love you too, Ted.” When I put down the phone, Ralph started pounding me again, “You are a slut. Telling your boyfriend you love him while you have Zack’s boyfriend’s cock stretching your hole the way Ted’s cock never can. Everything ok with your boyfriend?” “Yea, he is just checking up on me. He sounded a bit distracted though, probably still high.” “Distracted, eh? Imagine he is distracted because has a slut bottom servicing him while he is talking to you because he is still high and horny, and you aren’t there to satisfy him.” That idea pushed all the right buttons and got me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm building up as Ralph pounded me. “Going to breed you, Jim. You’re going to take my strain back to Ted. I’m going to fuck your strain up into Zack’s hole when he comes home from his family visit.” As Ralph came into me, I felt my cock explode with one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. I cummed into Ralph’s and Zack’s marriage bed. My cum, one of the many other guys that Ralph had brought over to have soiled their sheets. “That was amazing,” Ralph said catching his breath, “One day, you must come over after Ted cumed inside you.” Ralph and I fucked the rest of saturday into Sunday morning.

Chapter 2 - Ted POV I admired Jim’s relaxed naked body after we both came. He was probably a finger taller than me, but had a slender toned smooth body. He was totally my type. It felt amazing to be able to cum in Jim’s hole. I normally do not tell guys that I am poz - and certainly do not expect to be able to cum into their hole immediately after telling them I am poz. Jim is sweet and naughty. The perfect combination to get juices going literally. I actually enjoyed our chats in between our play time. Most guys I hook up with don't seem to want to even have a chat much even with the ecstasy - most are more focused about the sex or getting their hole filled, and the chats normally seemed polite and superficial. I felt an easy connection chatting with Jim and in a spur of a moment, I turned into a softie and changed my initial plan to ply Jim full of drugs so that he would let me fuck him with my bare poz cock without any question. But wanting the opportunity to meet Jim again, I decided to tell him about my HIV status, even if it meant ending my session. The wicked darker side of me nearly kicked me the moment I told Jim. -Foolish,- my dark side told me, -you nearly wasted a perfect opportunity to fuck a bare hole.- It was fortunate things worked out in the end for me to satisfy my desire for bare raw sex. Nothing was worse than having to have sex and anaesthetising my cock that has been made extra sensitive by the drugs. Nothing can beat the feeling of a warm moist hole wrapping and twitching around my throbbing cock. When Jim told me he was positive, all my promises I spoke to him about “protecting him” from my viral load went out the window. The plan to ply him with more drugs so that I can ravish him with my bare cock was immediately back on. No doubt, that was the same plan his ex, Ray used. A pity I had not met Jim when he was still going out with Ray. Just as Jim and I had spoken earlier, the forbidden fruit gets my juices going. I’ve cheated on all of my previous boyfriends/partners. I loved fucking cheating bottoms, especially if I get to fuck them bare the way their boyfriends/husbands fuck them. Violating the sanctity of their (and mine) “marriage”. Especially if my sexual partner for that evening and I were attached with someone else. Still, the thought that my bare cock is sliding into the same passage Ray’s bare cock has been into was very titillating and an immense turn on for me. We basked in the afterglow of our first orgasm. Jim asked, “So do you fuck bare… regularly?” I almost told him what I tell most of my other hookups. “No, I rarely fuck bare. Just tonight.” Unusually, I wanted to be honest with this young man. Perhaps because I feel like we have the beginnings of a connection. Or maybe I have taken 2 whole pills too quickly. “Whenever I can,” I said truthfully. “Are they poz guys too?” he asked. “Honestly, Jim I don’t always know. I only told you about my status because I wanted to see you again. I do not usually ask guys. Sometimes I know they are poz. Most of the time, we never discuss safe sex. Especially if I get the bottoms so high they just want my bare cock,” my cock started stirring as I said this. I loved getting bottoms so high, they would just give in to their lust and pleasure and accept my bare cock without any question. I noticed Jim’s cock stirring as well, and I said, “I’m terrible aren’t I? And I think your cock likes me terrible.” Jim remained silent for a bit before continuing, “On the hand, I feel like I should be appalled. But I find the idea of an evil mature man having his way with a bottom without caring for the bottom’s safety quite a turn on. The mind is a strange thing.” “Is that why you gave yourself to Ray? That there is an element of him prioritising his pleasure instead of your safety?” Jim shrugged, “Subliminally, maybe. I tried not to think about it at that time other than it felt so good.” “So what happened to you and Ray? Why did things end?” “Well, he wanted an open relationship and I wanted a close relationship. We tried for a year being in an open relationship, but you know, the contrast with the other guys fucking with condom just pale into significance really cannot compare to bare fucking with Ray.” -Damn,- I thought, -so much for my fantasy of meeting him in the past and having my wicked way with him. Though, he has a naughty side, maybe we just need more drugs to bring out- “Ray played safe with others?” “I suppose - those were the rules of our relationship.” -It may be your rules, but I somehow doubt Ray would limit himself, Jim- I thought to myself, thinking it was best not to share that train of thought. “So when did you find out you were poz, Ted?” “5 years ago. I was in a relationship at that time.” “You got it from your partner too?” Jim asked. “Well, it isn’t as straightforward as that. Ben left me for another man. When he left me, I found out that he had been cheating on me the 5 years we were together. I got a test just after that and found it.However, I will be honest with you Jim, I wasn’t a good partner either. Ben and I had an agreement that we only played together with someone else. But I was also cheating on him the entire time, playing on my own with other guys. I have cheated on most of my previous partners as well, in some cases where we had agreed to be monogamous. Some have cheated on me too, not that it made what I did right. I definitely wasn’t playing it safe all the time and fucked bare every opportunity I could. I know Ben wouldnt have as well as 90% of the time, when we invited someone over, we end up fucking bare unless the person insist on condom. As you said earlier, fucking bare with your partner and then having to wear condom with other guys? Stifling. So back to your question - maybe I got HIV from Ben, or maybe I got HIV from someone else,” I told Jim. In my mind I wondered why am I sharing so much with Jim. I don’t want to scare him away. “Were you surprised by your diagnosis?” “I was in shock, even though it was not something unexpected. I suspect you might be able to relate with that, Jim,” I said and I noticed Jim nodding. “You mentioned before that you moved here recently. What brought you into this town? Most people try to get out of this town.” “I made a lot of dumb decisions in my life, Jim. I used to make good money. When I was with Ben, we lived beyond our means. The people that used to hang around us were either from money or trying to leech money from us. When my business failed, Ben left me for another guy. That stung more than him cheating on me. Not that I’ve any right to be upset about him cheating on me. There are too many memories where I came from. I moved here to get a fresh start. Howabout you, Jim? Why did you come back to your hometown if it is so terrible?” “Well, most of the friends Ray and I had were Ray’s friends. I don’t really make friends easily, I’ve always been an introvert. I moved back here to be close to friends and family, but I think I’m realising I’ve grown apart from my friends. And I can’t tell my family about my HIV, so I’ve been avoiding them. Gosh, verbal diarrhoea” I chuckled. There was a comfortable silence as we slowly and gently felt each other's body. Noticing Jim’s cock growing, I asked, “So what is getting your cock excited?” Smashed as he was, Jim still had a slight look of embarrassment as he responded, “Er nothing.” “It’s not nothing, Jim. Come on, don’t be shy, share with me. No judgement here. If you can’t share while you’re smashed, you’ll never be able to share it.” Jim squirmed a little and said, “I was thinking about you telling that you fucked a lot of guys bare. It really turns me on that your cock has fucked so many guys raw. Silly isn’t it?” “No, it isn’t silly, Jim. It is horny. Mmm, I like that you are a naughty young man. So, after hearing that I’ve had my cock into all these other men, do you still want it in your hole, bare?” my cock was so hard, it ached. “Yes,” Jim responded and my cock throbbed. “It is risky, Jim - exposing yourself to a stranger you know is a slut.” “Yes, it is so bad, yet I want it.” I stood and brought my cock to his mouth. Jim got onto his knees and sucked my cock, his hands holding onto my thighs before running his hands through the hair on my thighs. I loved how he is into my hairiness the way I am into his smooth skin. I angled us in such a manner that Jim was kneeling with his back facing the mirrored wardrobe. I watched the sweet young man sucking my cock in the mirror while I tried to perve on the crack of his slim small arse. I wetted my finger with my spit and bent over, trying to reach for his twitching hole while keeping his mouth on my cock. It was a bit of an awkward position but I was able to reach his twitching hole and tease it with a light touch of my finger. Jim moaned with his mouth stuffed full with my cock. It all looked so hot in the mirror, I had to eat his hole, “Lie on your stomach, Jim.” Jim released my cock and laid flat on the bed, face down. I watched him and stroked my sore cock gently. The soreness added to my arousal. “Lift your arse up a little, Jim. Spread your cheeks and show me your hole.” Like a good boy, Jim did as instructed, moaning. His smooth pink hole, now a little red, exposed to the air. I felt my mouth salivating as I watched this nerdy, slim, sweet young man in such a slutty pose, offering himself up to me. A part of me felt protective and paternal towards this young man who I seemed to have an easy connection with. Another part of me, the monster inside of me, wants to violate and corrupt him completely. Infect him with my strain. I knelt between his legs and ate his hole. My tongue probed as deep as I could into his now stretched hole. At least most of the lube seemed to be gone. I hate lube. I don’t really have a choice when we were using a condom, but for raw fucking, just spit, pre-cum and if I’m lucky, another man’s cum - especially if the bottom is filled with his boyfriend’s cum when he is sneaking off to meet me. Jim moaned in delight as his hole twitched against my tongue. Deciding to share my wicked fantasies with him, I stopped licking his hole for the time being and said, “So you like wicked older men huh. Imagine if you were still with Ray, and he decided to blindfold you and invited me to take turns fucking you while you were lying on your stomach. We are both similarly hairy and built, with the same size cocks. You wouldn’t even know I was fucking you would you?” Jim moaned at me sharing my filthy fantasy. “Did you like Ray fucking you on your stomach?” “Yes,” he moaned in response, “I liked how I can feel his hairy legs pushed open my thighs and fuck me. Normally when I am not high, I find it hard for tops to pull their cocks out completely and push it back in. But when I was high with Ray, he was able to pull out completely and ram it back in. It feels so slutty and good.” “Mm , you wouldn’t be able to tell whose hairy legs were pushing your legs open if you were blind folded,” I put my thighs between his and gave it a hard push to push his legs apart. “You’ll feel a familiar sized bare knob pressing onto your hole. You will think it is Ray’s but he had invited me to enjoy you without you knowing,” I plunged into his hole in a single stroke just the way he said he liked Ray fucking him. I pulled my cock out completely with a slutty plop sound and plunged all the way till my balls slapped against his cheeks. I whispered into his ear, “Can you tell the difference between Ray and I?” “No,” he moaned, “you’re so bad.” “I know,” I slowed my fucking into a slower and gentle pace. Jim tilted his head back towards me and I kissed him, not stopping my thrusts. “You told me that the idea of my cock being in another hole turns you on. Well, I also like the idea of another cock being in your hole. Imagine if we met when you were with Ray and I was still with Ben? And we met for a bareback couple swap? You and I will watch Ray fuck Ben, while they will watch us fuck each other? Both Ray and I agree to share our boys without a condom. I know Ray would love to fuck Ben - he is slim and smooth like you - only he doesn’t look as nerdy.” “That is so bad,” Jim moaned, “Bare fucking between boyfriends is supposed to be sacred and special. You’re perverting it.” “That’s right, Jim. That’s what turns me on. Sex acts that are considered [banned word]. Casual bare fucks. Desecrating another man’s boy while I watch my boy get desecrated by him. Ray and I will take turns swapping between you and Ben without cleaning our cocks or your holes. I will fuck you knowing that Ray’s cock has just been in you. Fucking on his pre-cuum and cum. Or maybe we’ll bring you boys loaded with our cums first before we swap. I’ll churn his cum in your hole with my sore cock, while he churns my cum in Ben’s hole with his sore cock. We’ll have each other’s cum frothing all over our shafts and caking our hairy pubes. You’ll let me fuck you knowing that Ben’s hole juices are all over my shaft. Four of us swapping strains against our doctor’s orders.” We fucked and sharing our filthy fantasy. This nerdy young man turned on by the filthy scene painted in our minds, my cock deep inside him, leaking my pre-cum. I slowed my fucking and Jim immediately turned his head back to kiss me. “You want us to fuck face to face don’t you, Jim?” I couldn’t help smiling as I kissed him, sensing he craved affection. “Yes, I do love being fucked while kissing.” I got off of Jim and flipped him over. Lifting his legs onto my shoulders I pushed my cock back into his hole. There was a slight sting on my knob as it was pretty chafed. That added to the pleasure and excitement. We looked into each other’s eyes, feasting on our smashed, euphoric and pleasured expressions as I slowly slid my cock slowly and gently into Jim. As I bottomed out, I leaned forward and kissed Jim gently. The feel of our tongues dancing against each other, mixing our spit. Even though it was a bit crossed-eye, we both kept our eyes open, looking into each other as we kissed as I thrust in and out really gently and we held onto each other tightly like we would never let go. We broke our kiss and I held myself as deep Jim as I could go. Jim said, “That fantasy is so horny. It is so filthy and bad. It really turned me on, and I loved how it turned you on, and yes, I probably would have loved how decadent and perverse it all is if it had happened. However, I am glad that isn’t how we met, Ted. I am glad tonight is the night we met. And that I met you after I was diagnosed with HIV. I know you said that you would like to meet me again, but even if we were only just meeting tonight, it really made my day. The best I can describe is that our meeting gave me some hope after all that I’ve dealt with recently.” I felt a tremor in my heart. It really touched me that Jim felt that way. He may be a wicked young man, but he is a sweet young man. Here we were, two men somewhat lost and alone seeking comfort and connection in casual sex. It isn’t everyday you meet someone that you feel like they would touch you. I kissed him on his lips gently and said, “I am glad we met tonight too, Jim. I really hope we’ll see each other again. I would like us to get to know each other and become friends, but definitely friends that keep fucking.” “And you’ll keep wanting to pass your new friend your strain?” Jim asked in a teasing manner, “Quite an irresponsible friend.” My cock throbbed and pulsed at that thought inside Jim’s hole. Jim’s hole twitched in response to my throb, I pushed myself up, and angled myself better. On the one hand, I feel really protective over this lost young man and fuck him gently with my cock. On the other hand, I had the urge to mark him, fuck him hard, use him, breed him and infect him with my strain. The contradiction of protection and harm caused my cock to ache. I had a gut feeling that JIm was experiencing the same contradiction. He wants me to be nurturing and protective. Yet, he also wants me to use him for my own pleasure. “I’m not just going to pass you my strain, Jim. We’re going to mix our strains and mark each other. I want us to enjoy the pleasure of bare sex with enjoyment notwithstanding the risk to each other” With that I gave Jim another pounding before I blasted my second load deep into him.

Christmas Rest stop surprise (fiction) I was driving home from visit with family for the holiday and decided to get some coffee at a rest area. I saw some tractor trailers in the back with lights on in the cabs. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and saw a couple of guys using the bathroom. I walk over to a urinal and unzip and do my thing. I zip up and walk past the guys standing there, trying to catch a free look and there is one guy, jeans, tshirt, work boots, hot as hell, that looked my way as I walked past and he gave me a peek. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands and glanced over at him and walked out into the lobby of the rest area. I was on line to get my coffee and the guy walked out and stood on line a few people behind me. I got my coffee and told the guy behind the counter that I wanted to pay for that guys coffee. I walk over to get my sugar and take my time. Suddenly the guy comes up next to me and in a deep voice, says, thanks for the coffee bud. I look up at him, and say, you’re welcome. I go and grab a table in a far off corner and he walks over and asks if he can join, of course, I reply. He sits down and holds out his hand, I am Joe, I shake his hand and reply, hi Joe, I am Mike, never blinking as I look in his eyes, which were the deepest green I have ever seen. So we chatted a bit, and he asks if I was ever in the cab of a truck. I reply no. he quickly shoots back, want to? I say sure and smile. He chugs his coffee as we keep chatting and I finish up quickly and we walk toward his truck. It’s a brand new truck and its red, my fave color. He opens the door and I climb up into the passenger seat. He closes the door and jumps in the drivers side. He turns the key and the radio comes on and shows all the lights and gadgets for which he tells me what is what. His hand is suddenly on my knee as we talk. I am listening intently to him and he leans in and asks, can I kiss you? I lean in an inch from his face and say yes…. He leans in and kisses me hard, pushing me back into the seat. We kiss for about 5 minutes and he says, lets move to the back. Lead the way I say. He climbs in the back and grabs my hand and leads me in. its nice back there too. Queen size bed, LED lighting, rubber sheets… we kiss as he pulls off my jacket and shirt. I then return the favor, he is furry and muscled, just hot I like a man. He lays on top of me and we are kissing and I run my hands down his back, feeling his ass through his jeans, then I reach under him and feel a very nice surprise. Had to be 10 inches of thick man cock bulging through the denim. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. He pulls off of our kiss and says, oh you want to get right to it huh… I say yes. He stands up, pulls his jeans off and I am in awe. He then then unbuckles my belt, pulls the belt out of my pants and then pulls my khakis off. He then flips me over and rips off my briefs, smacking my ass. Hmmmmmm this ass is all mine now he says. He then shoves a dry finger into my hole, pulls it out, moistens it and then does it again. I hear him fumbling around and I hear his squirt some lube onto his cock. here is comes bitch, he says. He then shoves the tip of the bottle into my hole, squeezing the contents into my ass. I feel it burn some as he does this. What are you doing, I ask. This is just a nice lube to relax you and your hole. I start to try and get up and he drops himself on top of me and says, just relax, you will feel good in a minute. He then whispers in my ear that there is ground up meth in the lube, its his own recipe. I start to squirm and while I am doing that, I can feel him positioning his cock at my hole. I thought you wanted to get fucked baby, he says, suddenly I feel an urge that I have never felt before and I say, yes sir I do. He makes me beg for it, I beg for his cock, and he rams into me, all 10 inches, as he does this he reaches his hand and covers my mouth to muffle my scream. There you go baby, that wasn’t so bad was it, he asks. I can feel myself relaxing and he then starts to fuck me slowly at first and before long is pounding me like I have never ever thought I would be or could be pounded. I just kept on begging for it deeper and deeper. He then says, I am about to cum, want it? I beg for it, with that he rams all the way in and is panting in my ear, I can feel the warmth of his cum in me. Oh baby he says, your mine for the night now. With that he slowly pulls out and flips me over, laying on me and kissing me. He then starts to pull my arms up to work my pits, and as he does this, he has restraints ready to latch onto my wrists, which he does quickly. I start to try and fight but its no use, I am already restrained to the headboard. He then grabs a couple of other restraints attached to the headboard and pulls them down to my ankles. With a pull my legs are pulled up into the air. Hmmmmmmm my cum is leaking some.. love that view, he says. With that, he pulls on his pants, and goes into the cab, and jumps on the cb radio. I notice a couple of tattoos on his back, all with a radioactive sign in them, reality sets in, he pozzed me. …. Breaker breaker I have a bitch in cab ready to roll. With that I hear other voices, on our way… what the…… (more to follow)