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I'm already local elected person; and also work every election unless I am on the ballot. Re: Parties, I am opposed to parties in general and both of them specifically. Both parties hound me to join.

A knocking on the front door awakened me and as my folks were gone on a cruise for three weeks I had to answer the door wearing only a blanket wrapped around me.Mr wilson stood there holding my cellphone and as I openned the door he held it out to me."you forgot this at my place,its been ringing quite a bit"Taking the phone and looking at the screen I could see several calls from my parents listed.Just then it rang again,and as I answered Mr Wilson came into the foyer and shut the door."Oh hi Mom....no just got up,going to make breakfast then do yard work.How's the cruise"I said,as mr Wilson pulled the blanket off and I felt an erection beginning to develop."Oh you boys and your cocks in the morning...."He said as I talked with my mother his tongue licked my cockhead,then his lips slid over it and down my erection as it throbbed at the attention.As I talked with mom the aids infected man from down the street sucked on her son's cock and my heart began to pound.

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

And for what it's worth: I'm all for trying to find common ground with the opposition, sometimes. SOMEtimes. The Mike Johnsons of the world put on a facade of kindness and gentleness and pretend to love all people, even as they're willing to completely fuck you over. Johnson has specifically called for overturning Lawrence v. Texas (a position shared by Clarence Thomas AND Samuel Alito), which would have the effect of immediately criminalizing gay sex in a number of states that have specifically refused to repeal their unconstitutional sodomy laws. Just as the overturning of Roe v. Wade immediately reinstated a bunch of state abortion bans that had been on the books since the 1970's, overturning Lawrence would prompt a sea change in how gays and lesbians are treated under the law. It's true that just a few years ago, a majority of the Court found that "discrimination on the basis of sex" included anti-gay discrimination, at least in terms of employment. But Justice Ginsburg was in that majority, and she's been replaced by Amy Coney Barrett. That means there's possibly four votes already (Alito, Thomas, Kavanaugh, Barrett) to overturn what gay rights ARE recognized. And while Roberts has gone both ways on some of our cases, there's no doubt he would, if presented with a "fresh" question (as opposed to one where there's precedent to consider), strike down any protection we claimed. More importantly, this crowd is getting good at eating away at the edges of decisions until the original is so full of holes it's meaningless. They've already basically given anyone who claims a religious belief against gays (or premarital sex, or birth control, or whatever) a free pass to do what they please regardless of what state law might require. And they've extended that to "closely held corporations" as though a legally fictitious person (which is what a corporation is) somehow has religious rights. Thus far, for instance, public officials have been excused from accommodating same-sex marriages (whether in issuing licenses or performing ceremonies) because there's always been someone else in the office who could issue the license or perform the ceremony. What happens when some county clerk in Bumfuck, Alabama replaces all the staff with bible-thumping mouth-breathers, all of whom insist it's a violation of their religious freedom to be forced to sign off on a same-sex marriage license? The precedent is already set that individuals can't be forced to comply; what happens when there's no one else who WILL comply?

I think that (in the U.S. at least, saying you're "opposed to parties" is like saying you're "opposed to air". Like it or not, our system was designed to support a party-based system, even in cases where offices are officially "non-partisan". For instance, the Nebraska legislature is elected without any partisan information showing on the ballot. But if you don't think people know which ones are sympathetic to the Republican party line and which ones are in line with the Democrats - their campaign rhetoric alone makes it patently clear - then you're hopelessly naive. And despite constant bleating by political analysts that "independents" or "unaffiliated" voters are fast becoming the largest bloc of voters out there, that only refers to *registration*. The vast majority of those voters still vote steadily for one party or the other, election after election, and despite all these "independent" voters, virtually no one gets elected as a true independent to anything of significance. It's true that for some local level offices, truly independent candidates run for and win those local offices - Hi, Jim! - but above the level of, say, county commissioner or whatever the local equivalent is, they just don't happen. Nor, for the most part, do third-party candidates.

This is one Of a those stories I’d like another chapter of. Thanks or you can!

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They have always believed that - just ask Hester Prynne. Haters gonna hate. The more important question is, how did tens of millions of citizens collectively come to believe that it is OK for them to do so, if they do it -- supposedly -- within the structure of our governmental system?

For the first time in an age today, im working on a different round, as so I was able to get to a sauna for a few hours during my lunchtime. It was pretty quiet (Saturday lunchtime / early afternoon) but there were a few guys cruising. Dark room I sucked a guy, who told me he didn't want to cum yet, but maybe later. (no fun!) In a private room saw this young (early 20's) guy being fucked, so sucked him while he was being pounded, and got to swallow a load. And just before leaving, an elderly Asian guy asked if I wanted some fun. I said definitely, and into the dark room again. He bent me over to enjoy me, muttering about how he didn't have any condom's, to which I said "that's even better." Although he sounded like he was going to collapse from his wheezing, his cock worked wonders and left me a nice thick load deep inside. Afternoon was more enjoyable after that lol

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

EPILOGUE: It was only two days later that Parker sent me the first of many bootie call texts. That kicked off a summer of me having to report to all sorts of locations, including the park, a truck stop out of town, some public toilets, and even the football field at school, all to bend myself over to get fucked and bred. Usually it was just Parker, occasionally there would be someone else there, and a couple of times it was at a motel where we would both service some paying client (not that I got any of the proceeds). I came down with the fuck flu fairly quickly after the night on the farm, and once that was over I got myself tested at a clinic in the city (having held off my mother's attempts to summon a doctor while I was enduring the worst of it). Fortunately I had not picked up anything other than the virus I had actively sought, and after going on meds for my viral count started to go down. I was now what I had wanted to be, and despite how that night on the farm had gone, everything had ultimately worked out. However, the same could not be said for everyone. One night I got a message from Parker asking if he could come over, which was sufficiently strange that I did not hesitate to respond quickly to say it was fine. He appeared just a few minutes later, and after meeting him at the door and briefly introducing him as 'a teammate' to my parents, I took him upstairs to my room wondering what he was there for. It was only when he took off his varsity jacket that I saw the bruises on his arms, and when he noticed that I had seen them, he just looked me in the eyes as he slowly pulled off his T-shirt. His torso was even more bruised and had some fairly significant cuts as well, and then when he turned round I could see welts all over his back. "Fucking hell" I said. "What happened?" "Those guys" he whispered, turning back to face me with tears in his eyes. "My uncles asked me to come over to help with some jobs on the farm, but then after I got there they told me they were tired of me, that I was a worthless slut, and then they tied me up and left me with those guys." "Fuck" I said, now whispering too. "What did they do?" "What they did to you, and a bit more" he replied. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Oh Parker" I said, surprised by the pity that I was feeling for him. "They took photos" he said, before a long pause. "They... they anonymously dropped them off in my dad's mailbox, along with a copy of my HIV test results." I just stood looking at him, dumbfounded and appalled by how broken he looked as he tried to tell me what had happened. "He didn't even speak to me" he continued. "I got home earlier, and he just walked up to me and punched me in the gut, then threw me out the front door with the packet of photos. I... I didn't know where else to go." Despite the things he had done to me, and his pimping out of my body over the previous weeks, I could not help but reach out and put my hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. This prompted him to lean into me, bury his head against my neck, and let go. He cried openly, loudly, and the noise drew my mother's attention from downstairs. She appeared at the door with a concerned look on her face, which turned to horror as she must have seen Parker's welted back. I just mouthed "it's OK" to her when she finally looked up to make eye contact with me, and she nodded and hesitantly went away. However, I knew she would actually be hovering at the top of the stairs out of view. Parker eventually calmed down, and pulled away from me. I grabbed a box of tissues from beside my bed and handed them to him, and he got himself cleaned up a bit. I let him get himself back on an even keel before speaking. "Parker, I think we need to go and speak to my parents" I said, causing him to go wide-eyed at me in alarm. "My mum just came to the door and must have seen your back. We need to tell them what your uncles and father did to you." I gave him a look as I mentioned his uncles and father, and was relieved when he seemed to get what I was doing. My mother was bound to still be in earshot, and there was no way the truth of his ordeal could be told to anyone else. The rest of the evening passed with us, mostly me, telling my parents a slightly made-up story about the physical abuse Parker had endured from the older men in his family, resulting in them offering to allow him to stay for a while so he could get himself together. The camping bed was put up in my room so he could sleep there, but all we ever did was make it look like it had been used. Parker instead slept in my bed, initially because he needed comforting but of course sex was soon part of the equation again. We kept it as quiet as we could, and while I was usually the one getting fucked, Parker became the first guy that I topped. For the remaining weeks of the summer we were basically in a very quiet, not entirely functional, relationship with each other. The pimping out was no longer part of our dynamic, and his alpha male side only came on display when he was in public and trying to maintain an image. At his lowest point he'd let me see his vulnerable side, and it seemed like that was actually a relief to him and he didn't want go go back. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought though, as one day shortly before I went to college we were lying in bed together naked when my dad suddenly walked in looking for a working cellphone charger. He did not bat an eyelid at the sight of the two of us cuddled up in the bed together, and only inquired if we were ever going to get up for breakfast as he walked out. After getting over the shock we did indeed get dressed and go down for breakfast, both nervous as hell while my parents just carried on as normal. When we went back upstairs, the camping bed was gone, something my father must have done after he had 'gone to the bathroom' earlier. Given how unfazed my parents were, for the final few days before I left, Parker and I were openly affectionate with each other around the house, and my parents were not ruffled or even curious at all. Of course, had they known what we had both been up to or what we were both carrying in our bloodstreams, that might have got more of a reaction. They let Parker stay for a bit longer after I went to college, but he was eventually encouraged to start sorting out his life and in due course moved away to the city to start working in construction. We kept in touch, but whatever it was that we had found between us during the late summer sort of fizzled out. I wasn't cut up about it, just happy that I had been there for him at a low time in his life, and I guess also thankful that his presence had engineered my coming out to my parents without a lot of drama. Being free and single I soon re-found my love of being a pig, and spent my time at college offering my hole to every hunky guy who wanted it. I had no shortage of takers amongst my fellow students, and also got some attention from some of the faculty. I supported myself by working nights at a gay bar near the campus, which gave me the added benefit of access to a basement dark room where I could take anonymous loads during breaks and after my shifts, happily accepting plenty of recharge gifts and also sometimes playing the innocent to let guys think they were pozzing a neg stud. Eventually some time online resulted in me meeting Sam, a stud on the lacrosse team who had become interested in chasing but was also a top. For him, I went off meds and then became his regular fuckbud, a relationship that gradually morphed into more. It took a long time, but he finally came down with flu one day and tested poz a short while later. I went back on meds, he started taking them for the first time, and it only seemed to be once that milestone had been reached that we realised that we had fallen in love with one another. It's now ten years later, and we're still together. We agreed that we were both sufficiently slutty that a completely monogamous relationship would not suit us, but we mostly play together except for when one of us is away on business or visiting family. Funnily enough, Sam has started to bottom occasionally, despite not wanting to when he was trying to get pozzed, so we sometimes either switch it up or get some guys over to use us both side by side. I love my life, and I have never regretted doing what I did that night on the farm. I just knew I was meant to be poz, and through being infected, I eventually found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've never told friends or family about my status, but they may have cottoned on thanks to the scorpion tattoo I decided to get across my back. Sam and I have helped a few more guys find what they were looking for, occasionally coming off meds to then work together to infect a chaser or two, but we have otherwise done our best to stay healthy while keeping up an ambitious gym regime. I'm also glad that I, along with my awesome parents, got to help Parker find his way out of a situation that could probably have got a lot worse if he had stayed around our town. We do still keep in touch a bit, and he's now living in Los Angeles. He runs a small construction business, and is living with a twinky guy who seems to make him happy. Indeed, my mum met them both when she'd gone on a business trip to LA, something that really surprised me when she told me as I hadn't realised that Parker had stayed more in touch with my parents than he actually had with me. He and I only once talked about what had happened to him on the farm, when he told me that his uncles had been arrested and were both in jail. He was a bit sketchy on the details, but it seemed like they had been caught doing bad things at a truck stop, and then some drugs had been found by the police. "I hope they get what's coming to them" Parker had said, which I think meant more than just an appropriate sentence from a judge. However, I never did hear any more about them. So, there we have it. One summer day I graduated from school, and also graduated into manhood. Corruption of a quarterback, pozzing of a prom king, or however you want to look at it: this was my story. Tell me yours... [THE END]

The time for “looking to the future” is basically up. It’s not as though there hasn’t been any warning - scientists have been ringing the warning bell about overheating the planet for years, until they’ve just about jerked the chain off the bell, but politicians in the service of greed (and largely on the right) have staunchly opposed any sensible change that would have prevented our turning the planet - the only one available to us - into an oven. Or a washing-machine, if you think in terms of the hurricanes. So all those crotchety red-as-apples don’t-tell-me-what-to-do retirees relocating to Florida have already voted for a near-term future that it’s too late to prevent: Hurricanes in increasing number and severity, and inevitable sea-level rise. They’ll be sitting in paradise waiting to be flooded out or blown out to sea. And when Mother Nature has a shit-fit on them because she’s having hot flashes, and their houses are no longer fit to live in (or standing), what are they going to expect? They’re going to expect the government to bail them out. With tax dollars. And the instant any politician suggests that they pay a nickel more in taxes, they’ll lose their minds in outrage and vote him out of office.

Ever since I was a kid I was always into roided up muscle studs. 90's kids might remember Venom, Sabertooth, and the Juggernaut off of Saturday morning cartoons. T-bone from Swat Katz is a MAJOR furry roid freak inspiration for so many of us. Especially in both jumpsuit and tanktop working under the jet. Val Kilmer playing volleyball on the beach? Forget him! I'll go with T-bone any day. It's always been my dream to develop into a roid freak. Even before I knew what steroids were. While deployed in the Marine Corps, I would shoot multiple daily loads to the bodies of hot muscle studs in fitness magizines sold at the PX. We even had a gunny at headquarters that was a bulldog of muscle goodness I regret never asking to help me train while in Iraq. The women weren't the only ones lusting for what was under his broad chested, olive green sweatshirt. Well now I'm in my last thirties. Out of the Marine Corps for 15 years. Never did become a PT stud while in. Never a muscle stud out. Covid was terrible for my health. I was a fatass before and gained 60 lbs during. I've lost the 60 extra pounds and am dealing my original fatassery now. Back at the gym. Powerlifting again to build some bulk. All that. Shitty part is I found out my testosterone sucks. Like, "lower than a 90 year old man's" bad. Probably why I never bulked in the marines. And why, even after powerlifting for 2 years before Covid, I never got much bigger then either. Finally got my doctor to get me on TRT. He's conservative though and only letting small doses. What I REALLY want, the dreams and goals I REALLY have, is to find somewhere to get gear and bulk the fuck up. To get on testosterone and anabolics, work my way up to handling being juiced to the fucking gills with them, and build an insane amount of massive muscle mass. *I* want to be some gay marine's spank bank fantasy. I want to be shameless and vain about my body. Walk around locker rooms and bathhouses naked. Just showing off. Posing for anyone that wants to look or touch. And taking loads from any guy that comes up and gropes me. My biggest fetish is to be a roided out muscle pig that lets men enjoy my body indiscriminately for their use. And even more, to find a muscle hunk of a Master that shares this goal and grows me. Organizes my gym training, my steroid use, my house training, and my bottom training as well. Makes me into his bull to breed and pass around at parties and worship his body too. Maybe someday I'll get there? I'm still trying to find where to get gear? Learn how to safely take steroids, but maximize the effects? Get real bodybuilding training (my gym focuses on powerlifting)? Etc. I definitely have a STRONG roid fetish and always have. I just need to figure out how to start? It seems to be the one open secret in gay and gym communities that everyone knows and I can't figure out.

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

Filming when I am having fun with others became my new hobby during the last couple of years. Unfortunatelly some guys are not happy with it (even without their upper body and face on cam), and when I go home after a sex session whoch was not recorded, I often feel dissatisfacion, like it was unfinished… Normally I start editing just after the session: it is a good way to process memories. And it keeps me horny. 🙂 I upload my short videos to twitter and share on Telegram, because I like that other men comment, like etc them. I am proudly sharing them: [think before following links] https://t.me/myhomeporn [think before following links] https://x.com/budapestcoins

@hntnhole I think you misconstrued the scope of @BlackDude's comment. I read it as referring to the Democrats who are saying Biden is too old.

I love this, and am in strong agreement here. The parties, and the people in power (the plutocracy to an equal or greater extent than the public officials), manipulate the feelings of the people, fomenting hatred. Only the rich win. This level of cynicism is a bit new for me, but in the last five or ten years I've come to feel that it's sadly appropriate and more accurate than I wish it were. One thing that I try to do personally, and that I see as a thing that may indeed help, is to act personally, as I can, to reach across those divisions and find our common ground. Most of the people who vote Republican don't actually wish ill on their fellow people. The echo chamber and the internet can easily make it seem otherwise. Things that seem to work for me: Listen hard, a lot. Try to see the good in people. Share with my Republican relatives - like my barely-older uncle (my mother's kid brother), who is a staunch NRA member. He and I are good friends. Participate in activities that cross political boundaries - a couple that have worked for me are square dancing and choral singing.

I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.

I always enjoy hooking up with people in fancy dress/ costumes/ cosplay etc and apart from comic/horror conventions after hours, Halloween always brings some interesting opportunities. I went to a Halloween house party Friday night wearing a blood soaked biker outfit with strategically torn jeans over a jock strap and T-shirt with leather jacket, gloves and cap basically a leather daddy outfit with fake blood. I had 2 noteworthy experiences this week. The first was a big bulky guy dressed as a judge bit with a black corset, lace thong, fishnet stockings with suspenders and stiletto boots. He took me into the garage and pulled up his robes and bent over the bonnet of a VW beetle I started from his boots and kissed my way up to his as I pulled his panties down, he spread his cheeks wide, and I dove in headfirst and started eating his ass while I stroked his hard cock. I don't know how long I was down there but before long he told me to fuck him. I dropped my jeans pulled out my throbbing cock and slid into his tight spit lubed hole untill my balls slapped into his. He gave me a hit off his poppers and I went into overdrive. I started slapping his ass and sliding out of his hole then back in all the way till his ass slapped my stomach before I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was filling his ass with one of the biggest loads I've ever dropped felt like about a dozen shots. When I pulled out of him my cum was running out of his hole like a river after a heavy rain. I've always been a submissive bottom but he looked so fucking hot I could've gone for round 2 30 seconds later. Later in the evening/the next morning I met an older guy dressed and the pope and couldn't resist it. We went into the bathroom and i kneeled down pulled out his thick veiny cock and took him in my mouth as I felt him get even harder and then his heart beating through his swollen head buried in my throat. He grabbed onto my head and started to thrust his full length into my throat then pulling all but the tip out. I had drool dripping from my lips, and tears rolling down my cheeks as I gagged on his big hard cock. He fucked my face then he told me to open wide as he jerked his cock and came a BIG super thick load that sprayed onto my face and into my waiting mouth. Which I hungrily gulped down before showing my empty mouth. Before he left he scooped up some cum on his finger, made a cross on my forehead, said bless you my child them he was gone. Another party on the 31st. Will report any interesting hook ups

My experience is that you can get it at 6am in the morning as well. I think there are always guys about....but busier after dark😈

As an Asian, I am more attracted to White guys. I personally don't see the problem with this and I like who I like.

Thursday- guy off sniffies, in his work van in the parking lot of Home Depot. Swallowed one and took one deep. Friday- connected with a FF Top off BBRT. Nearly got his whole fist in me (closest I've ever been, and I was sober), he was incredible, and pounded a load in deep. He made be cum A LOT, hands free.

I would say that first, whichever site/app you use, it’s important to note in your profile what you are into… role play, bdsm, water sports, etc as well as your role: bottom, boy, sub, etc. This will let everyone know what you are looking for and attract the right type. For me, my first Daddy found me on DaddyHunt. He knew what I was into and looking for. He liked my profile and contacted me and I became his cuntboy for a couple of years. It was a bit ago but that site is still around. Same thing happened with a couple of other sites where they became my Daddy/Dad… just be honest in what you are looking for. Good luck.

HOT man! I wanna drink it right from the tap

Perhaps the question to explore. How can we begin to neutralize and ultimately reverse this seemingly intractable Hatfield's and McCoy's we're in?

"How" and "where" are two different questions, eh? Fetlife is a mix of straight and gay peeps, might try Recon, it's a gay BDSM site. Also, if you're looking for older/younger dynamic, SilverDaddies may help.

Five loads :)!

Hey there. I’ll be at pig week from 11/24 - 12/3, staying in a studio at Casa Cordova. Looking for as many dicks and holes as I can take.

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

There's about a dozen cumdumps in the farm country backroads that I live in - a 3 county area has population of 100,000 at best. So yea your maths are pretty spot on around here. The bulk of guys want a husband, or the bi guys a discreet & safe FWB (with a laundry list of things they want to explore).

Have a great time doing Leather pride. I missing it for the first time in 12 years. I usually stay for about 15 days or so to take him Halloween parties and Gay Pride as well. The city is, like, in party mode for that entire period.

I don't want to be pozzed, but I do need to keep taking it bare.

As someone who was raised by a total [banned word] single dad, I can confirm that it's the hottest and best thing in the world

Tucker indeed had stamina, and I was pounded mercilessly for a long time. On a couple of occasions he slammed into me, held in place and growled, but then would pull nearly all the way back out, slam into me again, and carry on pounding me as before. I just groaned throughout, completely lost in the pleasure and depravity of it all. Finally he did start showing signs that he was going to blow, and after once again slamming into me and holding still, this time he did not continue fucking. "That's three more for you" he panted. "Three?" I asked, also panting. "Yep boy" he said, a faint grin forming on his face. "Fucked two loads into you and then kept going." Man alive, now that was stamina, especially for an older man. I knew I must be absolutely overflowing with toxic seed by this point. As Tucker pulled out and staggered over to a wooden box to sit down, Grayson and Parker walked up to the sling and undid the restraints. Parker then put his hand out to me to help me get myself up, even giving me a slightly warm smile as he did so. I pulled myself out of the sling, and stretched and shook my legs and arms which had become quite stiff. I could feel a lot of liquid trickling out of my ass, a sure sign that I had been bred well. I wasn't sure if my release from the sling was a sign that the night was over, but Grayson soon let me know when he lay down on his back on the mattress and motioned me to come over. The way he was holding up his cock left me with no doubt what I was expected to do, and so I got down and straddled his body so I could lower myself onto him. After Tucker's efforts my hole was loose and offered barely any resistance as I sank myself down onto Grayson. I bounced up and down a few times, but then felt a hand on my back pushing me forward. I leaned over as I turned my head to see Parker getting onto the mattress as well, and before I had time to process what was happening, I felt his cock starting to prod at my rear end. "Nn" was all I got out of my mouth before he pushed hard against me and slid inside, causing my attempt at the word 'no' to instead become a screaming yelp. I had never been so stretched in my life, and it only got worse as he steadily but firmly pushed the entire length of his cock into me alongside Grayson's. Once he was fully embedded I stopped yelping and just started panting, my head bowed and my eyes closed as I attempted to cope with my first double penetration. To be fair to my fuckers, they let me adjust to it before Parker started to slowly pull in and out, and Grayson occasionally thrust his pelvis as much as he was able to with me on top of him. A low guttural moan started from deep within me as the ache and fullness began to be joined by an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and in time I was urging them both to fuck me harder. Parker slamming himself to the hilt and blowing in me set Grayson off too, and I had both their toxic loads pumping into my guts simultaneously. Once they were done ejaculating the three of us held in place for a while, until Parker pulled himself out and collapsed sideways onto the mattress, which in turn caused Grayson's cock to slip free. I experienced both a relief from the ache as well as a real emptiness, but looking around the room I could tell these guys were spent, at least for a while. I therefore chose to lie myself down on the other side of Grayson for a moment. "That's it boy" said Tucker from across the room. "Rest a bit, 'cause we're not done yet. The night is young, and we've got some more special guests for you soon." Oh man, I thought to myself, this was not what I signed up for. I came here to get fucked and pozzed by Tucker, and instead had been gangbanged by my teammates before enduring an epic gang pozzing from this fucked-up family. What more could they possibly have in store for me? [to be continued]

I followed the men into the barn, where there was the normal mix of farm equipment and supplies that you might expect to find. However, it was the other things in there that really got my attention. A frame was set up with a sling hanging from it, the leather restraints for ankles and wrists being clearly visible. There was a mattress on the floor nearby. Finally, there was a makeshift fuck bench made out of some wooden boxes with some cushions that had been stuck on somehow. Clearly I was going to be fucked in various positions this evening. “Get naked” Tucker barked at me. I hurriedly obeyed, taking a quick hit of poppers from the bottle in my pocket before stripping out of my shoes, underwear and suit. I placed my clothes onto a wooden chair sitting by the entrance, hoping it wouldn’t all get too dirty, and then turned back to face the men as naked as the day I was born. I was immediately regretting not having anything on my feet given how rough the floor was, but guessed from the way the barn was laid out that I was probably not going to be on my feet a great deal. “Nice” cooed Grayson. “Bit of prime teenage meat we’ve got here.” “He won’t be prime for long” said Tucker to his brother, before turning to me. “Get up in that sling and assume the position boy.” I complied, moving over to the sling and hoisting myself into it. I held my legs up as the brothers took an ankle each and wrapped thick leather restraints round them, before they moved on to hold up my arms and do the same to my wrists. Once I was restrained I shuffled my body down a bit to poke my ass off the edge of the leather sling, knowing what to do despite never having been in one of these contraptions. “Right, that should do for them I reckon” said Tucker. “Them?” I asked, my voice wavering a bit. “Guests” he gruffly replied, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialling a number. He waited a moment, then simply said “he’s ready” to whoever answered before he hung up. “Guests?” I asked again, but received no reply. Just a minute or so later, a man appeared at the entrance to the barn, and when he walked closer and into the light I gasped. “You know my nephew Parker” said Tucker, with a bit of an evil grin on his face. Parker Baynes. He had been a year ahead of me at High School, but got held back after failing to graduate. He had been the alpha in his year, and made it clear he did not like there being someone else around, namely me, who now occupied that role. No longer the quarterback, no longer the stud, he had clearly had it in for me throughout the year but had never done much about it. “Hey slut” said Parker, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Uncle Pete’s been telling me all about you.” I must have looked panicked, as they all started laughing at me. “Thought I’d get me some of your slutty ass before my uncles ruin you” he said. “Also thought it would be rude if I didn’t share, so I invited some friends.” At that moment a load more shapes appeared in the entrance to the barn, and as they walked forward I let out a muffled yelp. “Captain” said Brian Crowe, our school team’s middle linebacker. He was at the front of the pack, which was made up entirely of a group of my teammates. Fucking, fucking hell. “‘Bout time you got taken down” said Dalton Wecker. “Shame you’re actually going to enjoy it, from what Parker told us anyway.” OK, so maybe there was a fantasy element to this for me, but I was too freaked by my forced, naked, prone outing to these guys to be able to go there mentally. Furthermore, any of the fun I had fantasised it being was destroyed when Parker jammed two fingers into my hole and forced them inside. Yeah, I had a bit of lube up there, and yeah, I had taken a hit of poppers before removing my clothes, but it still fucking hurt. Worse still, he only loosened me a little bit before ripping his fingers away, undoing his pants, freeing his erect cock and then ramming it into me in one go. I could not withhold a scream at the pain, which made everyone laugh at my misfortune. My teammates all fucked and bred me twice, and while I got used to it eventually and the pain went away, it was still so humiliating to be used by these guys without it being on my terms. What made it worse is that I thought most of them were my friends, when in fact they all seemed to hold a grudge against me and relished the opportunity to get their own back for whatever it was they thought I had done to them. They were all brutal as hell in their fucking of my ass, some of them spitting on me and one of them taking a piss on my head at one point. Eventually they were spent, and after shouting some more obscenities at me they left. Well, all except Parker. After waving them off he turned back to me with an evil look on his face. He lit up another cigarette, and then stepped up to insert himself in me for a third time. This time, however, he didn’t start hammering away, but instead leant forward over me. He then looked up at his uncles and winked, and to my absolute shock Grayson went round behind him. From my position I could not see what was happening, but I still knew from the slightly pained expression on Parker’s face. Grayson was penetrating his nephew. Parker had his head down and was puffing repeatedly on the cigarette between his lips as he adjusted, causing ash to fall on my stomach, but eventually he looked back up at me with a grin. “That’s right slut” Parker said to me, “you thought you had to wait for my uncles, but you’ve actually been getting poz loads from me already tonight.” I was too stunned to speak, so Tucker spoke up. “Pozzed him up at Christmas” he said. “Nephew here got caught bending over for one of the farm hands, so I took over his training.” Parker winked at me, then his face changed a little as Grayson started to slowly fuck him. This meant Parker started to passively fuck me too, gearing himself up to deliver my third poz load of the night. Eventually he got a bit more aggressive, taking over control of the motion as he slammed forward into me and backwards onto his uncle’s cock. The stimulation pushed him over the edge pretty quickly despite the two loads he’d already blown that night, and he soon thrust into me one final time before holding himself in place and yelling out as he pumped another toxic load into my well-used guts. No sooner had he calmed down and slid out of me than Grayson stepped up and rammed into me. He was already well on his way towards orgasm after using his nephew’s muscled ass, so it was a powerful, brutal fuck from the outset. He too soon blew his toxic load into me, and then slid out while panting heavily. Only then did Tucker step up. “You’re probably already infected” he said, grinning at me, “but now I’m going to make sure. Time for you to take my AIDS cock without any of those nasty PrEP pills getting in the way.” With that, he slid into me and began to fuck, being less frenetic than everyone else had been, but thrusting deeper and with more intent than any of the other guys. I could not help but groan with every thrust in, and also whenever he pulled out completely and slammed himself back in. He had stamina, that much I could tell, and I knew it was going to be a long night… [to be continued]

Had a guy that fucked me in the woods couple weeks ago. Would only fuck with condom even after i said Im cool with BB. Dude kinda had wasted look, so i let him. Waited till he left and picked it up after. Dumped the load from it in my ass and had another guy fuck me BB right after. Only way I'm getting fucked with a condom.

Chapter 57: Soke and Poke Near the end of my flu, mom suggested that the three of us take the weekend off to just spend some time to relax after the hell we went through being sick. That weekend was dads birthday, and she told us she had booked two adjoining suites at a very nice hotel for the three of us. Although dad and I weren't thrilled by the idea, how could we say no. Dad was more excited as he would pump his poz seed into mom's pussy, perhaps creating his own son with her. He was willing to take the risk, knowing that if she ever figured out he pozzed her, and she left him, he would always have me to love. We packed up the car, and headed to the hotel. What a nice change of pace than the no tell motel. Mom had got the honeymoon suite for her and dad, and my suite was next to them. When we arrived, we all went to their suite, where there were happy birthday balloons and a bottle of champagne. It was hard watching dad kiss mom as passionately as he kisses me, but I understood. We toured the suite, and it was incredible! In the bathroom there was an incredibly large whirlpool tub. I couldn't help but notice that dad was getting excited. Was it because of mom, or thinking how much he'd like to have me in the tub? As we walked out, mom handed me an envelope with a day pass for the spa. It included an entire day in the spa, including a massage. She suggested I use it now to soak and relax in its hot tub, and then get my massage. Of course she had plans for dad and their tub! I thought It was a great idea, as I wouldn't have to hear them fucking, and perhaps I'd have a happy ending at the spa!

Chapter 55: Making a POZative Start My dad's plan to get home early worked perfectly. We were able to make love once, sometimes twice daily. We made it a point to make love in every room of the house. My favorite was in the kitchen though. My dad would bend me over the island often. My favorite though was when i would sit on the counter near the sink as my dad sucked my cock. He would then pick me up from the counter and place my hands near the sink, and my feet on the island, and i simply rode his cock. In this position, dad would kiss me and squeeze my ass cheeks as I bounced on his cock. At times he would simply pick me up with my arms around the back of his neck, and ride his cock. If mom ever knew! The bedroom was our usual place to make love though. My dad was smart and bought a rubber sheet to make love on so we wouldn't constantly have to wash the sweaty sheets often. We started making love in my bed, but then I suggested we make love in my parents bed. My dad was always careful to put his marriage picture on the nightstand face down. One day after a double session, mom came home just after dad dropped his second load in me. He hastily grabbed the rubber sheet from the bed as I straightened the cover below, neglecting to put the picture back up. Dad told me his wife asked him about that. He brushed it off saying you know how the cat likes knocking things over, or off a table, and mom bought that while laughing and agreeing. Our times together were amazing even though I knew conversion wasn't likely for a few weeks, yet one never knows. Making love was more passionate than ever, although on occasion I asked my dad to fuck me roughly, and he obliged. After about three weeks, I began to feel a bit sick. It was earlier than expected, but there was a bug going around, and could have just been that. My dad suggested we see if it got worse before testing. He also acted sick to help make mom think just both of us caught a bug but to call in sick so we could have an entire day together. During our full days together my dad suggested we brush my hole to help speed up the process just in case I wasn't already converting. He still had the toothbrush that his father had used on him to brush me with, but said he would use a new one as his brush brought back horrible memories of his dad brushing and infecting him. My dad asked how I felt about brushing, and I said the sooner he was a part of me, the better. He said he was overjoyed at hearing that. With that, he spread the rubber sheet on his bed saying it could get messy, but luckily the rubber sheet wiped clean. We both held the handle if the brush, slowly entering my eager hole. We started gently before I begged my dad to brush harder, and he did. As he brushed me, he twisted tye brush to tear up my entire hole. Once he saw blood, he fucked me good and hard, telling me he would soon be a part of me. After he shot, he pulled his cock out, leaving a puddle of cum and blood on the rubber sheet. I immediately licked it up as he plugged my ass.

Chapter 53: My Decision My dad was overjoyed when I told him i wanted him to poz me. We both actually cried over it. He told me I had no idea of how happy he was, and I said the same. I expressed how happy I was that it would be from him. He explained how difficult it would be to hide from mom, but we'd work it out somehow. He suggested that we share the news with my friend and his dad over dinner. My dad booked a small private room at a the camp restaurant as he wanted us to have our privacy. When we arrived to the room, two buckets of champagne were waiting for us. The room was dimly lit, and very romantic which was perfect. There were two separate tables set up, but we put them together to make one. Each dad sat next to their son. Although I was anxious to let them know my decision, I told them I wanted to wait until after dinner to announce it. The dinner was an amazing 4 course dinner. I told my dad I would make my announcement just before desert. When the desert arrived my dad told our waiter that we would like complete privacy. The desert was served, and once the waiter left, dad said it was getting hot in here, and suggested we all get naked, which we did. I was nervous as fuck, but announced that I desired to be pozzed, but by my dad. Dad immediately kissed and hugged me as my friend and his dad did the same. My dad then took the cover off the desert, and it was a beautiful white frosted cake with a red biohazard symbol on top of it! My dad then said he would mark my ass tonight, but not the way I thought. He told me to squat over the cake, so the red icing could be seen on my ass. I did as instructed and the other three then licked the icing from my ass. My dad then cut the cake in half, and said he and I would jack our last negative loads onto it, and my friend and his dad would jack their poz loads on their half. Once we all unloaded, dad and I ate the poz load cake, and the others ate ours. Once finished, we headed back to our cabinand my dad and I both flushed our meds down the toilet, while my friend and his dad went out to infect.

So, sadly Tamara didn't answer my calls, yet. So I just decided to go back to the bookstore, to see if I can hook up with somebody else. Like a nice little challenge. I also like to browse books, so even if I don't hook up with anybody, I got to buy books, which is a win in itself. I went to the same bookstore in the Mall. It has several stories with the different genres. So I looked at the floor plan, deciding where I should go. The self-help section maybe ... but those bitches be crazy. Maybe easy, but crazy. You cum in them once at the dumpsters behind a McDonalds and they want to marry you. Crime and true crime took up a whole floor. Could be a little dangerous. Those Girls know a 1000 ways to kill you and get away with. So I went again to the floor with Fantasy, SciFi, Horror and Manga/Comics. The nerdy girls. They can get crazy in bed, are crazy about their fandoms but usually leave a guy alone after he came in them. As long as you stay away from the Fantasy-Romance area. Never. Go. There. So up I went. There were some guys and girls, browsing the area. While.I went back to the horror section, I took stock. Some teens and tweens. I stay away from them. While I like the fantasy of funking around in prison and breeding the poor thinks, who are innocently prosecuted and getting into gangbangs with some gangbangers, I know I actually don't wanna go. Also funking underage girls and boys is just wrong and it would be the fastest way to get thrown out of a store it if a beared guy in his forties with a pot belly would approach underage girls. I can live without that experience. There was one Mombodtype at the Fantasysection and ... nevermind. She already picked up a Twilight-Novel, an Anne Bishop Novel and the only thing missing in the small shopping basket would be 50 shades of grey. Oh, there it is ... I bet she musturbated in the cinema with a cucumber she brought as a snack, when she saw the Film ... maybe I should talk to her ... But then my eyes fell on a girl browsing the SciFi Section. That was rare. Not as rare as it used to be, but still not a common occurance. She was maybe in her mid twenties, wearing a tight ripped jeans with thick legs and an oversized sweater. She had Shoulder length curly brown hair and when she turned around I could see cute dimples. And she seemed torn deciding between two books. Hardcovers of the foundation trilogy and Neuromancer. Wow, that book is still in print? I went over to her. "Can't decide what to want?", I asked casually while picking up a new hardcover edition of Dune with pictures of the new movie as the cover. She looked up and looked at me with her brown eyes. She had some tiny moles on her cheeks. "Oh, I already decided what I want. Now I have to decide what to get, because I really can't afford any of those at the moment." Bingo. "What a pity. Everybody should have the books they like." "I known right? Maybe I find a misprint or a one with a damage cover at the bargain bin." She put both books back on the shelf. "I have an crazy idea", I said, hesitantly, "I can buy the books you want in exchange for some company." She looked me at me, a smile creeping on her face. "You want me to fuck you in exchange for some books?" Straight to the point. "Yes. Pick any you like." "Deal." And she grabbed a basket and started picking. "I'm Sam by the way", she said, while we went over to the fantasy section, where she picked a special edition of the Lord of the Rings. After 10 minutes her basket was full and I payed for it. "We will go to my place. You will drive me there", she said, while I carried her two heavy bag of books. So it was decided. We went to her place. On the way there we made some more small talk about our favourite books and series and the Merrits of Fan Fiction. She led me into er place.It was a small one room apartment, full with books, a Nice computer set up. In one corner was the bed. She put the books aside. "Take your clothes off", she said while she took of her hoodie and started to take of her pants. I hurried to catch up with her and after like 20 seconds we stood naked in front of each other. She was a little chubby unshaved and had some more liver spots covering her perky tits. "Nice dick", she said while she came to me. She Grab it. She could barley put her whole hand around. "First, you will go down on me. For that to fit in you need to get me wet. Then you can fuck me. If you make me pregnant, you will have to pay child support. I saw your car and your credit card. I know you can afford it." I gulped. She was very direct and I was already hard. "You like to take charge, don't you?" She grinned. "Let's stop talking and use your tongue for good." She pulled me by my dick ti the bed, lay down and spread her legs. "Lick." I obeyed and went down on her. My nose went into her bushy hair that smelled of a little sweat. Her pussy tasted a little sour while my tongue parted her and tried to find the spot. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face harder onto her crouch. I think found the right spot - and licked it. "Yeah, just like that", she moaned. I could feel her move. I rested my hands on her soft belly and could feel the muscles working underneath. Her grip became harder as I continued with my tongue. I liked her clit, but changed it up a little by wandering down the lips and exploring her whole, sliding into it. She was already very wet. A mixture of her pussy juices and my salvia. She moaned louder when I went back to the clit. I took one hand from her soft belly and slid with one finger into her, sliding in and out while I continued to lick her. "Yeah ...", she grunted. I could feel her belly spasm under my hand. Her legs locked around my head, while she was pushing her crotch on to my face. She groaned and moaned louder, her belly getting tight. Suddenly, I felt a lot of liquid shooting in my mouth. It tasted faintly like pee. I had to swallow in order to not suffocate. She continued to squirt in my mouth, my head locked up in her legs and the only thing I could do was to take it. I loved it. After some time she let go. My face was wet, my beard dripping and the whole bed was mess. I looked up, she looked flushed and grinned. "That was fun. Now lie down." I did as she told me. My 8 inch dick was rock hard and ready for business. She went on top of my, guiding my dick in her still dripping pussy and then just sat down. My whole Cock just went inside her without a hint of resistance. I could feel her liquids still dripping onto my skin. She was so wet and sexy. And then she rid me like a pro. Not like some of those girls who just wiggled with the hips a little, no, she went up and down, like a real workout. She rode me. Her tits wiggling and all the way she smiled at me. It really didn't take me long. I could feel her pussy getting tighter or my dick harder ... I just exploded in her. She raised an arm and yelled "Finished!" and laughed. She leaned back and panted, while my dick was still inside her, my cum slowly leaking out of her. I had to take a picture of that. I grabbed my phone and looked at her. She nodded and grinned, when I said cheese: "We should do that again", I said. "Oh, definitely." I relaxed on the bed and looked a little around the room. I saw a small medication bottle lying on the side table. It read Tivicay. I wondered what that was for.

Monday after work I was cruising Grindr hoping to find dick. A guy I have been messaging is online and only 1500 feet away. His profile pic is just off his knee, and he’s married. So I figure he is sneaking around. I message him asking him if he’s hosting for a bottom in need of being used; I expect this to go nowhere but I really need to be a tops nut bucket. To my surprise he is hosting, in his rented storage unit. The sleaziness of the location makes my dick hard. I make sure he is down to fuck, and he reply’s “I have never fucked in here just a couple of below jobs, but I could bend you over and pound away” hoe could I turn that down. I get the address and tell him on on my way. As I’m walking there he gives me the access code and tells me to the the elevator to the 4th floor and go to 409. As I approach the door I reach into my pocket and take a long deep hit from my poppers. I open the door to the unit and my bull is sitting on a camp chair naked and stroking. He stands up to close the door completely (it didn’t latch on its own from the inside so he has it rigged up with binder clips. I can tell this was rented to be his secret set spot away from his husband. I’m turned on and drop to my knees to get this thick 7” in my mouth. I work this cock into my mouth and down my throat as I hear him moaning above me. I take a quick hit from the brown bottle and take off my shirt. Immediately I get back in his cock and throat it. He’s egging me on being a good verbal top. I stand up with his cock still ticketing my tonsils and take off my pants and expose my jock strapped ass. His hand goes to my hole, and I know it’s on. I did bring lube with me, but I think it’s hotter to take a cock with only spit. So I make sure to get get his pole covered with my spit, take a big hit of poppers and guide it into my tight hole. all I can hear behind me is him moaning about how tight I am, and I’m spreading my cheeks and working him meat all the way to the hilt. He finally bottoms out into my hole; and he takes over the fuck, building speed as he fucks me. All the while moaning and telling me how nice and tight my pussy is. I’m surprised it was so tight for him since I got fucked by 5 aggressive tops the day before. So I’m edging him on telling him how good his dick feels, and how much I want his cum. He rewards me with a HIGE load. Usually I just get thr top off and go home looking for more cum, but I was so tuned on I pull down the pouch of my jockstrap and get off on to the floor. I give him a kiss on his cock, tweek his nipples and walk out the door. What a great fuck.

Would love to be filmed taking poz cock 💦☣️

I prefer to swallow, though where ever its deposited is where I'm taking it. I've had it both ways plenty of times. I've had dom tops that luv to given facials when i've sucked in public just to mark propriety lol.

I was still fully hard in his guts but humping in and out more gently now, gliding through a heady mix of my seed and Jake's cunt juices. I told Jake how my DNA was rushing into his blood stream, seeking out his cells and overpowering them with ease. "You're eating me alive?!!!" "Kinda, kid". "Did you always plan this?" "Yeh. I do it a lot" "oh" "but you are different, I've built up to this and I want to keep breeding you" "Is there anything I can do?" "There's meds, like what you used to take, but I doubt they'd do much for you" "oh". "I think you want this, to be my prey" I fucked him as deep and gentle as I could, relishing his little body under me. I felt his ruined ass twitch and guessed his clit was getting hard under him. Finally, some minutes later, he answered "yes, I want it. I need you to use me, I wanna be your prey" "good boy, you've found your purpose" "but, please, don't leave me" "I won't" Hearing his mind submit to me after so easily dominating his puny body was a major turn on. I rolled us over so that Jake was sprawled on me, my cock lodged in his guts. I could see his hard little cock, which was dripping his milky pre. "I'm close to cumming Jake. Close to dumping a lethal load in you. You can get off me if you want. Drag your maggot body off me, feel my bull cock slide out of you" I felt him tense up, beginning to sit up, survival instinct kicking in maybe? He lifted himself off me a little, dragging me through his shredded insides. Fuck that! I pushed him back down, hand on his shoulder, and scooted my thighs up, wrapping them round his, immobilising him. "no way baby, you are my cum dump now". He was pinned back down on me now. He whimpered as I used his body to milk my cock, pulling it up and down me with my thighs. "Ripping you up, fag, planting my babies". His cocklet was rock hard and I felt a trickle of juice as he climaxed in my tight grip, relishing his role as a sacrificial flesh light and I was soon pumping another load of toxic scum into his recently pure and clearly very fertile guts.

Pozzing my younger brothers

Paul Comes Looking for More - as told by Brandon It was about 10 am on Saturday morning. Ben was visiting his family for the day and had taken my car as his was giving problems. I was sitting out on the back deck in my speedo, drinking my morning coffee catching some sun and surfing the web on my tablet. I was ready a particularly hot story on a bareback blog when the doorbell rang. Who the fuck could it be this time of the morning? I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on to hide the swollen bulge in my speedo and went to the door. I opened it to see a wonderful sight. It was one half of our goody two shoes neighboring gay couple. Paul. For a nice monogamous boyfriend he was dressed very provocatively with a skin tight white wife-beater shirt and tight white bike shorts. I could not help noticing the ample bulge in the spandex. Damn, I had almost forgotten how hot he was. It also appeared that he was somewhat sexually stimulated as his dick was half hard. He glanced down at the lump in my tight nylon shorts where my hard-on was obvious. He looked a little shocked to see me. “Uh, um. Is Ben here? I uh, wanted to talk to him about something.” He snuck a furtive glance at my bulge again before continuing. “I only saw his car in the garage and I thought he’d be home.” One and one equals two. Congratulations to Ben, he must have managed to get it together with Paul, and now Paul was looking for a repeat since he thought I was away. Well, I certainly was not going to disappoint him. “Why don’t you come in? It’s good to see you again. Ben’s away until tonight visiting family. It’s a bit early for a beer but would you like a mug of coffee?” He hesitated for a moment but glanced at my shorts again. The idea of fucking this hot young stud had caused my cock to swell further showing its full length as it stretched to the left side seam of my shorts. He accepted my offer end entered. As I closed the door I pulled down my shorts revealing my swollen dick filling my tight sky blue speedo. “Hope you don’t mind. I was sitting on the back deck catching some rays.” As this was one of the suits that I had cut the lining out of, the profile of my veiny uncut dick was visible though the thin spandex, with a clear spot over my dickhead where I had been leaking pre-cum from my stimulating internet reading. Paul forgot all about coffee as he stared at me. “Holy fuck! How big is that thing?” I just smiled as I saw the bulge in his shorts swell and start to create its own wet patch. “Oh, about eight inches, uncut, good for frequent fucking and yours?” He had hunger in his eyes as he responded. “Seven, uncut. Doesn’t get to fuck as often as it should.” I could sense his temperature rising along with his lust. “Why not? Is Jesse a total top?” “No.” He said. “Not that, just that we don’t have sex that often anymore. He hasn’t fucked me in months. He has trouble staying hard long enough to penetrate me. And he is mostly top. I’m mostly bottom.” Here was this hot gym bunny confessing that he did not have sex very often. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the tip of his nose. “Damn”. I said. “Well, there are drugs for that. If he doesn’t want to take Viagra why don’t you do something else about that? You could get pretty much any guy you wanted, top or bottom.” He sighed. “You know I can’t do that. I am in a relationship with Jesse, and I love him.” His rock hard dick stretching his tight shorts told a different story. “Well, lots of guys in relationships that I know allow their partners a little action on the side, as long as it is safe and consensual.” (Yeah right on the safe part). “Sometimes partners will play together with a third.” “Do you guys?” I rapidly racked my brains to try and remember if we had said anything the night Paul and Jesse visited. No, the tantrum over the DVDs had put that idea out of our minds. Would my chances of fucking him be better or worse if I said yes or no? Since we had just had a crazy time with Sam the previous night the correct answer was yes. I started “Well…” and that is as far as I got as he lunged forward and planted his lips on my mouth and forced his tongue inside kissing me furiously. OK, this was going to be easier than I thought. We hugged each other as we kissed, grinding our crotches together. After a while Paul pulled back. “You ok with this. We won’t tell anyone will we? I’ve never done this with anyone since I’ve been together with Jesse.” Ah yes, the fear of a cheating boyfriend being found out. I was pretty sure he was lying because he had come looking for Ben thinking that I was out. “No, I won’t tell anyone. Ben and I have a “don’t ask don’t tell” arrangement and I certainly won’t tell Jesse.” That seemed to reassure him and he dropped to his knees. Pulling down the front of my speedo to release my dick he started giving me an expert blow job. After a few minutes I spoke. “Paul, if we want to take this further maybe we want to go to the bed room.” He looked at me greedily. “How much further?” “As far as you want to take it. I’m thinking my dick pounding your ass further.” “Fuck yeah! It’s been months.” He grabbed my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. He pulled off his t-shirt and shorts and jumped on the bed. He watched as I slowly stripped. As I removed my speedo he said. “69?” Within moments we were lying cock to mouth on the bed slurping on each other’s cocks. I made sure to sure to get my head between his legs and work over his balls and taint. After about five minutes of this he was ready to be fucked and stopped blowing me. As he let my dick plop out of his mouth he spoke. “Fuck dude. That is the biggest juiciest dick I have ever sucked. I don’t think I could take it in my ass.” “But you’d like to try, right?” “Oh Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’d love to feel that filling me up.” Yes. If he could take it, I was going to fill him with more than just my cock. He was going to get a massive toxic load as well. I turned him around to that he was on his hands and knees and spread open his ass cheeks. “I am going to have to get you ready to take my dick.” I stuck my face into his sweet crack and started probing his ass with my tongue. He relaxed and gave me entry into his tunnel. The little cheat obviously came prepared to be fucked as he was squeaky clean. After a few minutes of slurping on his hole he was ready. “Oh yeah! Brandon you sure know how to rim a guy. Fuck me now please! Please!” But first I had to open him up. I grabbed the lube, got my fingers nice and slippery and then slowly worked first one, then two and finally three fingers into his hole while I slurped on his rock hard cock, enjoying the taste of his profuse pre-cum. For someone who had not been fucked in ages his anus accepted my fingers very easily. I could sense he was getting impatient. He really needed a dick in his ass. I slipped my fingers out of his hole and slicked up my cock with lube, while working some more into his hole. Positioning myself between his legs I slid my bare cock head between his ass cheeks and slowly started probing his anus. He obviously felt a pang of guilt. “Uh, Brandon. Condom. Please use a condom.” I chuckled. “Ben and I don’t use condoms. But there might be an old one in the drawer.” I reached over and scratched around in the drawer to find one. Hmmm…Interesting. There were far fewer than there had been the last time I looked. Ben must have been using them. I would have to prepare a few more for future occasions. I found one that I knew would fail because I could see the little circle of pin pricks through the wrapper. That and the fact it was five years life expired and had been in my car’s glove compartment all through the summer. I tore off the wrapper saying. “If you’re not used to a dick this big, it will go in easier bare.” “Probably, but use the rubber. I’m neg and want to stay that way.” I saw in his eyes that he really wanting it raw but I did as he requested and rolled it over my dick, slicking the outside up with some more lube. I slid my cock between his ass cheeks again and started to push inside. I imagined how the latex was tugging against his tight anal walls. I certainly wanted to feel them against my cock without the impediment of a sheath. Easing in very slowly, only about half my fat dick was in his chute before he cried halt. He was obviously in discomfort. “Uh, Brandon. Maybe we should try without the condom. You’re really big compared to Jesse and I have not been fucked in a while. And then when my ass is opened up you can put another one on.” This was the moment I was waiting for. I was going in bare and there was not going to be another condom later as I planned on filling him up with my poz cum. I pulled out of his hole, ripped off the condom. (Yes it broke as I tried to remove it) and slid in again, this time feeling his delicious velvety ass walls against my meat. As I slowly drove my dick all the way into his chute he uttered a grunt of pleasure as I bottomed out balls deep. “Oh fuck yeah. Your cock feels amazing filling me up.” I started slowly fucking him and since he was on his back I leaned forward and started fucking his mouth with my tongue while filling his rectum with my thrusting manhood. He kissed back enthusiastically stopping only for a moment to say. “Oh Fuck. Your bare dick feels so good filling my hole. I’ve missed being fucked like this so bad.” I kept waiting for the moment when Paul would say that his ass was opened up enough that I should put on a condom but it never came. Not that I was going to of course. I fucked him doggy style, on his back missionary style, standing up and bent over a chair. Each time he sensed that I was getting close he asked to change the position. Finally I was on my back on the bed with him riding me when I started feeling the cum rising in my loins. This time he grinned and said “Kiss me.” I sat up with him still riding my dick and kissed him open mouthed. To my amazement he started forcing air from his lungs into mine and vice versa as I shot a massive toxic load into his bowels. As I came down from my climax disengaged his mouth from mine saying. “Ok, now I get to fuck you bareback. Fair’s fair. Jesse won’t fuck bareback.” I looked at him with amazement. They had said that they had been together for five years in a monogamous relationship and they still used condoms? “Exactly how many times have you fucked raw?” “Only once, with one guy and I bottomed and topped.” If that was true then it had to have been Ben. More congratulations Ben I thought. Not only did you get him to cheat, but you got him to go bare and now he can’t stop. Once you go bare you cannot go back. Paul rolled me over onto my back, grabbed the lube and slicked up his dick with one hand while working some into my hole with the other. He lifted my legs and slid right in. Paul may have called himself mostly bottom but he sure knew how to fuck. After about an hour of being fucked by me without cumming himself, it did not take long for him to shoot his massive load deep in my colon. I felt him squirt nine or ten times. I let him recover for a minute or two. “Damn, Paul! You certainly needed that.” He grinned for a moment and then spoke. “Fuck yeah, all that stimulation getting fucked by you and then getting to fuck your juicy ass bare was almost too much for me.” I reached into the night stand and threw him a towel. He cleaned himself up and got dressed. As he was leaving he gave me a long hard deep kiss before saying. “Brandon, that was fucking hot.” “Up for a repeat sometime?” He looked at me wistfully. “Maybe. No. Probably not. I’m confused, conflicted. It makes things too complicated.” With that he turned around and walked out. He’ll be back, I thought. Most of the guys I’d fucked lately were poz or probably poz, so it had been wild to breed a neg guy up with my un-medicated load.

It is intoxicating just the smell of the urinals. Let alone walking in on your favorite place with left over piss! i was curious if any guys have pics of the places they have done this, and able to share….