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Had a great time after work today - with a 23 year old black guy I've chatted to a few times on Daddyhunt. He wanted to meet up but said he would only fuck me with a condom. He was a really nice looking guy with a big, long, thick cock and I was feeling really horny, so I said yes to the condom fuck. He turned up a bit later and he was clearly horny - his cock was out and in my mouth almost as soon as he got in the door. I sucked his cock for a while and then asked him if I could lick his arse. He nodded and turned round, offering his arse. I pushed my tongue right up him and licked his hole for a while and then sucked him again until he said he was getting close and pulled out my mouth. He was ready to fuck now and must have changed his mind about the condom, as he slid his dick up me and fucked me bareback. I haven't had a cock that big up me for a while and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He didn't last that long, and after about then or twelve thrusts, he shot his load up my arse. When he pulled out, I took his cock in my mouth again and he stayed hard. He asked me to lick his arse again and a short time later to my surpriser he asked me to fuck him. Once again, no condom - I slid up him and fucked him - he was very tight and I was very horny, but I lasted longer than I thought I would before pushing right up him and breeding his tight arse. Not what I expected at all - but the horniest experience I've had for some time!

Yesterday. Local cruising spot outside of town a few miles. As I pulled in another guy was just driving out. He gave me a big grin and a thumbs up so I knew something was going on and he was leaving happy. There was a car parked but I didn't see anyone around so I parked close by and walked back to the car. No one was at the car so I stood there looking around. Then I heard a guy whistle and when I turned he calls out "over here." He was about 50 yards away in a little grove of trees and when I got there he was laying face down and naked on a blanket, guy about mid 30s or so. "Like what you see?" he asks. Yes I did, very much. He had kind of a dad-bod and a nice ass. I went down on his hole and it was immediately evident why the guy I saw leaving looked so happy, this guy had a fresh load in his hole which I happily licked clean. He asked if I wanted to fuck him and I did, him laying on his side with me laying behind him. I shot a very enjoyable load as deep in his ass as I could get. I got my pants back on and left. I hope he got serviced by a few more. I've had an intermittent hard on all day thinking about him. Us old timers might not get out as often as we once did but we enjoy ourselves when we get a chance.

Was super horny all morning, some guy started messaging me and was being all dom, and my sub slutty bubble butt was ready for anything. After awhile I asked his age, he says, doesn't matter my slutboy, but 20, now don't ask anymore questions, im your dom master Conner. No can my slutty boy cumdumo handle myself and 4 of my bros? by the morning your hole will be filled with our multiple loads. and we haven't cum in a week! I didnt fully believe it but I said, can i speak master Connor, his reply, good slut, yes you may. where do you need me? he sends me this address with directions when I get there So I pull up to this modern looking cabin, only wearing my skater hat, black fitted T, Blue jock strap, and Blue DC high tops. as instructed. im waiting now, thinking this is a set up, so I'm about to start my car, and the door flies open. 2, skinny but strong young men, wearing almost like those black out hero blindfold with holes by their eyes kinda masks, and shoes, and that was it, grab me from my car and drag me quickly towards 2 trees. by the way there cock both now rock hard. tell me to shut up, slutty cumwhore. your going to enjoy all of us. one ties one hand to the left tree and vice versa with the other one. they bicker fighting over who gets first, and then with no warning one boy slams into me balls deep. I yelp in pleasurable pain, as he continued to mercifully pound my hole for about 5 min then I literally felt him shoot ropes deep in me. as he pulled out the other guy did just the same, as I moaned and screamed 2 others walk up laughing, and tape my mouth as they loosen the ropes so I drop to my knees....end of part one.

RECAP Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips. I looked deeply and directly into his eyes and began to shake my head yes to his question. Without saying a word, we both knew that it would not be the only poz load that Frank would put in my ass. There would be numerous poz loads, and I would willingly accept them deep, deep inside me. And, I would accept numerous poz loads from Dave, too. What was I doing? How could I explain this to Roger? How would my boy react to what I had done? CHAPTER 2 Frank, Matt, and Dave I lay there being held by Frank. He felt so good with all that fur and demonstrative if not demanding possessiveness holding me in his arms. This was so out of my element as I was the one who held Roger in my arms. But this felt so . . . right. Frank and I talked about everything and nothing. I finally realized his voice sounded as if it were a mix of Sam Elliott and Randy Travis. It was also very hypnotic and held me spellbound. Each word registered in my brain but also echoed over and over and over drawing me closer to him as I became bewitched. As all of this idle chat took place, Frank almost imperceptible began to reposition himself closer and closer and then moving himself so that he was behind me. He began kissing my cheeks and ears and nuzzling them. I felt his hairy legs push my legs outward and settle his legs between mine. I felt his superb fur pelt deliciously scratching my back. His hands roamed over my sides until he reached my hips and then returned up my sides. I felt his hands push down on the mattress lifting his torso up off my body. His right hand lifted off the mattress and I felt him trying to guide once again his fully engorged poisoned cock to my hole. Without hesitation I reached back quickly grabbing my ass cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could thus allowing Frank to lower his pre-cum dripping piss slit to my hole. He smeared his copious pre-cum on and around my hole, then, finding the center began to push inside me. Once more I felt Frank’s scorpion stinger cock slid into my tight ass causing me considerable pain. I closed my eyes slightly as I moaned hungrily and urgently for Frank to drive all of his poison delivering cock into me as deep as he could. I needed him inside me again. The pre-cum could help with only so much of his cock but the rest was dry going in me. I tightened my sphincter instinctively, attempted to ball my hands into tight fists as I pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, closed my eyes tightly, and grimaced as my body muscles contracted. I was thinking of what was about to happen: Frank was once again going to fuck me and deposit a large dose of tainted ball nectar deep inside me and I so desperately needed him to do that. “Now, now,” Frank cooed into my ear. “This is for you. This is so that you can be my boy and take all the lethal doses of poz cum from me. You know you want it. You know you do because you willingly came to my home after toying with me at the gym during our work out. You watched me take off my clothes on the way to my bedroom. You asked to use a bathroom and willingly entered my bedroom. You saw me stop walking and turn to face you totally naked. You did not turn away or even stop. You walked up to me and let me put my arms around you as you put yours around me. You know you want my poz cum in you. It’s the only way you can be my boy. You know you want this. You know you want to be my boy. You know you want to be my poz boy with a scorpion of your own.” I heard all of this said over and over and over as the words echoed in my head and began to attach to my storage. As Frank kept up his hypnotic cooing, my body began to relax as best as it could. My grimaced facial look lessened to one of acceptable pain. I opened my fingers and reached forward grabbing the bedding. Though pressed down by Frank’s body I did my best to raise upwards with my ass giving absolute no revocable total consent. After a couple attempts, I gritted my teeth and made a greater attempt at pushing backwards to accept more of Frank’s gargantuan poison stinger into my ass. “THAT’S MY BOY!” I heard Frank hiss into my ear. “Yes, that’s my boy for sure now. You know you are mine and will always be mine now. Let’s get another load of this stinger juice in you and then prime you for the actual physical acceptance.” And Frank began to shove fully into my ass until he met some resistance but not for long. Frank groaned and moaned with gritted teeth I could tell until I felt a “pop” inside me and the last four inches of Frank’s now fully inflated leviathan cock slid deep, deep inside me. I was going to be Frank’s boy for sure. I reveled and rejoiced in that thought. Frank held himself still. I felt sweat from his body running onto mine. Frank flexed his cock a few times sending waves of elation and excitement through me. My body shook with deep anticipation of what was to come and what I was to become. My breathing was aroused as was I. I looked forward to the ultimate outcome which I knew would happen. I had no doubt of Frank’s ability to infect me. “You are going to be my boy after I am through with you today. You want that; I know. Are you ready?” he asked me quietly as he tenderly kissed my ear. I shook my head instantly and whispered, “Yes, I want to be your boy. Make me your boy. Make me just like you. Please.” Frank began fucking me like a wild man. He fucked me lying flat on the bed. He fucked me on all fours as he held my hips in his strong daddy hands. He fucked me standing on the floor as I was bent over lying on the bed. He fucked me with him standing up and with me bent over. He fucked me holding on to the shower wall as I had one foot on the side of the tub. He fucked me on my back on the bed. He fucked me pushed against a wall. He fucked me on my shoulders with my legs pushed over and my ass aimed at the ceiling. Frank was a crazy man fucking me and priming me for what was to happen. At first the pain was almost unbearable but I endured it willingly and with purpose. It was in this position that Frank yanked his now severely swollen cock from my ass, grabbed me with his mighty hands, and flipped my body around nearly slamming me down onto the floor on my knees. He reached up and shoved my shoulders to the floor and drove his super bloated poison cock deep inside me and began discharging his second toxic cum load into me deeper than his first. He roared loudly as salvo after salvo spewed into my ass. I felt every round of poison cum that was making me Frank’s boy. Frank had edged himself taking longer and longer times to fuck me in each of the positions he had used. I realized he was making sure to build up a large load of his HIV positive cum to have the greatest likelihood that I would convert on this fuck from him. My body began to tremor with anticipation and rejoicing of being like my new dad. Thoughts of Roger were no where to be found. As Frank’s spewing began to ebb, I slowly slid my front down onto the floor as Frank followed lying on top of me. We both were cooing and gently moaning satisfaction. I grabbed Frank’s wrists and wrapped them around me using them as a pillow. Frank nuzzled my neck and occasionally licked my ear or blew into it. He also ground his cock inside me as I did my best to push my ass upwards showing acceptance and gratitude. I was where I belonged. We at long last settled ourselves and quietly reveled in our deed. “Well, that was one helluva ending,” a deep voice said. “Looks like you might have yourself a boy, Frank. Didn’t seem to object to what you did.” “Dave, you always have perfect timing,” Frank rumbled deeply. “We were discussing the implications of the loss of the sugar cane crop in Haiti this year for your information. I was merely demonstrating how plunging prices could affect the world economies.” Frank began a slow withdrawal from his complete occupation of my ass. When his cock finally exited my sphincter, he slowly stood up. I stayed on the floor for a moment but rose quickly looking at Dave. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. I wasn’t concerned about any jealousy once I saw Dave’s face. One look told me I was on safe ground. I grinned sheepishly then turned to the bed and climbed on it lying down so that the towel once more pushed my ass slightly upwards: lesson learned. Dave’s voice rumbled saying, “This . . . is the daddy . . . to that boy . . . who usually is with him at the gym? You going to let him keep that boy, Frank?” “I don’t know yet,” Frank replied quietly. I lay on my stomach hearing but saying nothing. I was the subject of the conversation but was not involved in it. I somehow knew that lesson also. My daddy was speaking with someone else. I may be a part of the topic of conversation but I was not in the conversation. “Is he private property?” Dave whispered. “Not from you,” Frank rumbled. “You know that.” At that pronouncement, I looked up at Frank who was looking at me. He smiled at me. I smiled back then turned my face to Dave. I raised my chest up from the bed and positioned myself on all fours spreading my knees sufficiently wide. I turned my head once more to Dave and smiled broadly. I mentally knew there was a connection between the two but I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t need to know. All I needed to know was I had a daddy, Frank, who had just given permission to Dave to fuck me. I was going to make my daddy proud of me. Dave once more looked at Frank and began quickly stripping out of his clothes. He was covered with hair but not as thick or as magnificent as Frank’s body hair. His cock was uncut, too, but a little smaller. Not by much mind you. He walked to the bed and climbed on behind me. I turned my head facing forward and began an ultra low moan. I realized later it was a mating call and signaling I was accepting of him. I had no choice since daddy had approved of it. And it was about pleasing daddy. I felt Dave position himself behind me. He told me to push out some of Frank’s cum which I did. He rubbed it all over the opening of my ass and no doubt covered the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and dreamily “saw” what was happening. I knew that Dave, too, was going to fuck me and deposit a load of HIV infected cum inside me. My body shuddered with excitement and the prospect of that. The pressure increased and soon Dave’s uncut cock slipped through and into my ass past my sphincter peeling back the mighty hood that I had seen. I swooned at the sensation. I felt every inch of his mighty seed giving tube slid inside me until his bushy crotch hairs were crushed by his pelvis against my cheeks. I gave out a loving coo and laid my head down onto the mattress. I heard Dave coo also at what his cock was feeling. But that was not to last very long. Dave grabbed my hips with his strong hands and began to fuck me slowly. He would pull all the way out to the head of his dick, hold his cock there, then, slam hard back inside me always hitting my prostate. Each time my head jerked upward for a bit. I knew this was a deliberate and brutal fuck he was giving me. I didn’t know why. I didn’t care. He wanted it this way. After about the fifth fuck slam, I grunted. Each time after that I grunted Dave began his own grunt sound. We each were enjoying what was happening. I turned my head as it lay on the mattress and looked at my daddy and smiled. He broadly smiled back at me. I could tell he was so proud that I had so readily accepted Dave in my ass. I got a shiver seeing him look at me with such a glow on his face of pure elation of what he was seeing. He stood there by the bed stroking his mighty phallus that commanded me now. With each stroke, pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit and was coating the end. The piss slit area was covered with a thick shiny coat of his pre-cum so much so that suddenly a large glob stretched out from the weight and finally dropped to the floor. In a flash, Dave stretched over my back grabbing my shoulders and pulled them upwards raising me off the bed as he slammed a final time deep, deep inside me. He roared loudly as I felt his cock begin to swell and spew his own venom saturated semen into my ass. Instinctively, my sphincter began spasming accepting this delivery of toxicant. My body shook as I began laughing giddily at how free and euphoric I felt now. I leaned backward until I felt Dave’s hairy chest rub my back. I reached my hands behind him and gently pulled him closer. I welcomed his entire brew into me. Daddy wanted that and so did I. Dave wrapped his arms around my chest and leaned forward kissing all over my back. Once his delivery had been completed, he pushed me gently forward as he pulled slowly and gently his cock from my now well used ass. He slipped off the bed coming to my face and kissing me deeply. As Dave kissed me deeply, daddy slipped up on the bed once again and I felt him positioning himself behind me. I quickly adjusted my position and he slipped quickly and easily into me where I felt him unleash another load of his toxic cum. All I could do was groan deeply my acceptance and thanks to him. I found myself once more on my stomach with the rolled towel beneath me listening to my daddy and Dave talk. It was about me of course but it also was about them and how I would be incorporated. They were a couple which didn’t surprise me. They were very open in their discussion with no argument at all. At the end of the discussion, they were agreed that I was to be Frank’s boy but that Dave had use of me as well. As for my “boy”, Roger, Frank and Dave both agreed that I should not be able to keep him. As they discussed the topic, I said nothing and discovered I had no objection to losing Roger. I felt a tinge of guilt but this was about pleasing my daddy . . . and Dave. Frank would approach Roger at the gym at the end of a work out session taking him back to his place to lay out everything. Then, they both turned to me signaling everything had been settled. I cleared my throat and stammered out a new twist. I suggested that they work on Roger to see if he would become Dave’s boy. It was a huge risk with them being HIV positive. And since they were and I was most likely on my way to being positive, that would be the biggest obstruction. But, I had overcome that same obstacle. Why wouldn’t Roger? CHAPTER 3 Roger, Charlie The flight from New York to Chicago was only two hours. But, the two hours were just the beginning that would inject in more ways than one new dimensions into Roger’s life. Roger was on edge as he sat in his seat and buckled himself in. He had hated getting up so early for this flight. He was now having to contend with his ass spasming and reminding him that he had not received his morning load of cum and his ass was demanding to know why. It was miserable having to sit for two hours. He knew he would have to go to the head and at least finger himself to quiet his ass’ demand. But even that would only be a short temporary fix. Roger knew he would have to have more. He shivered at the thought and anticipation. He had been through this before. Not often did his company send him to Chicago but when it had he found himself in desperate need with Matt so far away. He had never told Matt of his indiscretions. Roger just couldn’t tell him how unfaithful he had been. He had hooked up with other men to satisfy his deep carnal lust. Roger simply could not go without being fucked. Even in New York Roger had held out as long as he could but he eventually had found himself back at one of the bath houses where he would spend a few hours taking on one man after another until he was so tired he could barely make it back home. Roger was roused out of his deep thoughts by his seat mate who sat down with a plop and snapped his belt together. He turned to Roger and smiled. Roger’s heart skipped a beat. He caught himself staring with so much lust at the man seated next to him. He was Matt’s height at least, probably about the same weight, mid forties, naturally tanned skin, short black hair that cascaded down his sideburns and covered his face. His eyes were the deepest brown and sparkled. His teeth were perfectly white. His laryngeal prominence was very noticeable and Roger found fascinating when he spoke. His voice was deep and dark, yet quiet and very hypnotic. His flying mate introduced himself as Charlie. Roger shared his own name. They chatted about being sent to Chicago for work. Each went infrequently and dreaded it but it was work. They discovered they were both going for a week and staying at the same hotel: Palmer House. Their chat amicably came to an end when Charlie announced he needed a quick nap. Roger took out some papers and began reviewing them. Roger made notes as he went through each paragraph, chart, and notation. As he was coming to the end he got bored and began twiddling his pen between his index and middle finger. He didn’t pay any attention to what he was doing but soon found his pen took a short flight landing point up in the triangle of crotch and two upper thighs of his seat mate. He stared now at his pen and could see a large overly stretched fabric area on a left leg. The whole area seemed to be breathing slightly. Roger stared as his ass had a major puckering spasm. Charlie shifted in his seat setting himself fully upright and turned to Roger smiling and told him that it was quite alright to retrieve his pen. Roger just stared at Charlie. Their eyes stared deeply into each other. Charlie’s face then darkened and Roger saw flames in Charlie’s eyes as he rumbled out, “Do it, now.” Roger in slow motion moved his hand to the pen slowly extracting it and pulled it back to him. Charlie then smiled and rumbled, “That didn’t hurt.” Roger slightly shook his head no. Charlie kept smiling and moved his head slightly closer to Roger and in a reverberating voice told Roger that he knew of something that could hurt. He looked down at his pant leg with Roger’s head turning to look as well. They both saw that the large overly stretched fabric of Charlie’s pant leg was even larger and most decidedly pulsing. Charlie sat back in his seat as Roger became flustered. He eventually packed up his papers and sat quietly for the rest of the trip. Charlie took charge when the plane landed. He told Roger to follow him. They retrieved their luggage and took a cab to the hotel. At registration Charlie told the desk clerk that there had been a change in plans. He wanted an executive double room with double beds instead and that Roger’s room was to be canceled. The clerk did what Charlie had ordered and the two were soon in their shared suite. Charlie set about unpacking as did Roger. As Roger was finishing, Charlie grabbed up a small bag and went in the bathroom where Roger heard some sounds. Charlie called out to Roger to call his work and to check in with them and to see if he was needed today. Roger complied telling Charlie that it was okay for him to go in tomorrow morning. Finishing in the bathroom, Charlie came out announcing he was going to call his work and for Roger to strip and go use the shower. Charlie told his Chicago office he would be in Tuesday and that the group he was meeting should be ready to go as soon as he got there at nine. Roger had stripped and went in the bathroom finding that a sure shot had been installed. There was only one purpose for such and Roger went to work immediately. Roger came out of the bathroom and looked at Charlie hesitantly. Charlie looked up, turned and walked to an armless chair and sat down. He motioned for Roger to approach and to sit. When Roger neared Charlie, Charlie quietly told Roger to sit on his lap facing him. Charlie looked into Roger’s eyes for a few seconds then quietly told him that he knew all about him from other men. But, Roger was to tell Charlie everything about his other half and an absolute detail of how Roger was not monogamous and how he cheated, where he cheated, and with whom he cheated. Roger gave a little gasp that Charlie knew so much about him. His eyes reflected his fear. Charlie took his big hands and began stroking Roger’s body all over calming him. Roger stammered a few times then began pouring out all about Matt and his relationship. He told Charlie everything. Roger could not stop talking until every last sordid detail had been unfolded. Charlie smiled at him and told him that wasn’t so bad or difficult to do. He told Roger that for this week he didn’t have to be concerned about the lack of sex as Charlie would see to that. He told Roger to get up and go get on all fours on the bed which Roger did. Charlie stood and stripped. He quietly walked up to Roger, leaned down and spit on his ass opening a good half dozen times. Charlie then moved closer to Roger and lined his destructive fat cock head at the opening. Charlie stretched over Roger grasping his shoulders and whispered, “Not . . . one . . . single . . . sound.” He waited a few seconds and drove his uncut nine and a half inches fully into Roger’s ass. Immediately Roger went into frantic mode and tried to escape which he didn’t do since Charlie had him in a death grip. The pain was the worst that Roger had ever felt. After a few minutes of failing to escape, Roger gave up accepting his position while his body jerked and shook. It was almost five minutes before Roger settled down and the pain had finally stopped. Charlie’s zero gauge PA and his eight-step Frenum Ladder had caused a great deal of the pain; Roger would eventually get used to the piercings. Charlie whispered to Roger he was a good boy now and would reap his reward. Charlie began to pound Roger’s ass hard and deep. He slammed into Roger banging against his prostate with each stroke. His PA scraped along the walls and punched through Roger’s second opening. The steps on the Frenum Ladder scraped along the sphincter and inside causing a combination of pain and pleasure. Charlie fucked Roger non-stop for over ten minutes. Then, Charlie began panting heavily and upped the speed of his piston strokes jarring Roger almost senseless. He had never been fucked like this before. Roger wasn’t capable of thinking by this time. He merely accepted his position. He realized that he was Charlie’s cum dump boy. All feelings melted away as that single thought spread throughout his brain. The fact that he wanted to be Charlie’s cum dump boy was then set in concrete in Roger’s brain. As that thought became permanent, Charlie roared out and slammed a final time as deep as he could shove his bloated, slime-covered, bloody nine and a half inch uncut cock into Roger. Huge globs of HIV infected cum erupted out of his piss slit and spread out everywhere inside Roger coating everything. More and more of this poisonous gooey liquid erupted from Charlie and into Roger. It went on and on and on. Roger would learn a new vocabulary word from Charlie: hyperspermia. Slowly the salvos of cum abated and those that did occur were smaller amounts. Finally, Charlie began very slowly pulling his softened monster from Roger’s ass. Charlie quickly flipped Roger down onto two pillows which he had stuffed below Roger’s crotch. Charlie told him to stay there. Charlie lay down beside Roger moving closely and began stroking him with his big hands. Nothing more needed to be said. For the moment both men were sated. Blue copy needs to be rewritten into third person; as it is now in first person Charlie finally looked at his watch and got up off the bed telling Roger to get up and dress. They went downstairs and got a cab which drove north until they reached their destination at 5015 North Clark. Charlie led Roger into the lobby where he met Ricky who had Roger to complete a membership card. Charlie paid Ricky; the two grabbed their towels and keys, and entered the bath house. Charlie and Roger undressed stuffing their clothes into the locker. Charlie gave Roger a quick tour of the basement, first floor, and then second floor. Here Charlie opened the door to room 70 dropping a bag onto the bed. Charlie motioned Roger to the bed. He got on the bed on his knees undraping his towel. Roger watched as Charlie pulled from the bag a bottle of lube, a jar of Elbow Grease, several bottles of poppers, a metal device which was a speculum, a small spoon, a cock-shaped black dildo, and several items Roger couldn’t quite see. These were spread out on a “nightstand”. Charlie told Roger to bend so that his chest was on the bed. Roger heard Charlie untwisting a cap and waited for what would happen next. Charlie spread some thick lube on Roger’s hole (no doubt Elbow Grease). Charlie then proceeded to insert something very hard and felt like metal. He was very slow and kept adding dollops of the lube to the metal he was pushing inside my ass. To be truthful of course, there was a lot of discomfort. But Charlie kept it up until he had the speculum inserted and then slowly opened it. He hummed a bit and said Roger’s rectum looked like it had had some cum in it. He laughed and Roger chuckled and smiled giddily. Roger felt and heard a metal tapping at his ass. He learned later Charlie was dropping Elbow Grease into his ass. Charlie reversed and removed the speculum and slowly slid his giant poison snake in him. It felt so excellent. Charlie gave Roger only a couple of pumps before pulling out, slapping Roger’s ass, and telling him to get up. Charlie said that they were going out to get Roger’s ass fucked. He caught his breath as his body jumped at what Charlie had said. Roger was so excited as he had never been in my life. The duo left the room and slowly made their way once more through all three floors. Charlie spoke to a few men, nodded at others, and ignored others. He had his towel wrapped around his neck while he made Roger follow him with his towel around his waist and the back of his towel tucked into the waist so that his ass could be seen. They made it back to the third floor and went into the stage room area. Several men were standing around. Charlie stopped and viewed all of them. He reached back to Roger grabbing his hand and pulled him forward with him to the chest-high wall. He put Roger’s hands on the top as he positioned Roger and pulled his towel off. He tossed both towels over the wall. He pulled Roger’s hips backward slightly then told him to spread his cheeks. He obeyed. Charlie slowly pushed his hardened, poison, snake-tatted cock—which Roger had finally seen—into his ass. Charlie returned Roger’s hands to the wall as he began slow fucking. Roger kept his eyes looking straight ahead but did steal a few looks as men began gathering around the two watching Charlie’s bare cock slide in and out of Roger’s ass. Roger could sense that Charlie was focused on watching his bare cock entering and exiting Roger’s ass. He was such an exhibitionist or at least Roger believed it. He fucked Roger for a long time. Roger then heard Charlie quietly ask someone if he liked what he saw. The guy said of course he did. Charlie pulled out of Roger’s ass, patted him on the rump, and stepped away. A man whom Roger had not seen and did not know was going to fuck him now. Instinctively, Roger reached back and pulled open his cheeks. He felt the tip of this unknown man’s cock at his hole and let go of his cheeks grabbing the wall once again. The man slammed into his ass full force jarring Roger. He proceeded to pound Roger who made small adjustments in his position to accommodate the onslaught. His cock wasn’t as big as Charlie’s but it was filling Roger well enough. Roger swooned at the thought of an unknown man fucking him as was happening. Roger felt so free and alive since Charlie had approved of this unknown man fucking his ass. Why wouldn’t Charlie approve? Roger’s ass belonged to him now. He began to moan his contentment and enjoyment so as to encourage his unknown fucker. Then, the unknown man began an intense hammering of Roger’s hole. Roger grabbed tightly the wall in front of him and held on as the unknown man made a final slam deep, deep inside Roger holding himself with a vise-like grip on his prey’s hips. Roger could feel his body quiver as he jet sprayed his cum deep inside Roger. Both the unknown man and Roger were breathing heavily. Eventually his cock slid out of Roger’s ass and a feeling of wetness run out of his hole, down his taint then balls, and eventually pool on his sac where it dripped slowly onto the floor. Somehow Roger knew not to move from the site. Another man stepped up behind him and without any assistance from Roger rammed his cock inside him and began sawing. This was a no nonsense fuck. It was direct and Roger was merely a meaty hole that was going to masturbate this man’s cock and let him unleash his ball nectar into him. It did not take long and soon he grabbed Roger around his chest and groaned loudly as he could feel this second man’s body jerking and thrashing as he emptied his juices into Roger. He yanked his cock out of Roger’s ass pulling a torrent of liquid which ended up on the floor eventually. He walked away taking deep breaths and moaning and groaning and telling everyone what a good piece of ass he had just had. Roger beamed with pride and hoped that Charlie was pleased. Three more men took their turns in Roger’s ass depositing their sperm in him. One was very rough and had a long cock that speared him deeply. If it had not been for Charlie busting through his second opening earlier, this man would have done serious damage. But Charlie had prepared Roger for him. Roger was so relaxed during all of this. It was so natural feeling. Whenever possible Roger looked at Charlie for approval and got it in many ways. It was very obvious that Charlie got very turned on by watching Roger getting fucked and Roger very much got turned on watching Charlie watch him. Roger marveled at how much his snake-tattooed cock leaked pre-cum. The thought of the snake-tattooed cock how it filled Roger’s ass full of toxic cum excited Roger to no end. Charlie grabbed Roger with one of his big hands leading him away to their room. He had Roger to kneel on the bed inserting the speculum in his ass spreading it wide. Charlie told Roger his ass was so full of cum and that he had never seen so much in one whore. Roger shivered with joy, excitement, and pride. Roger had never had anyone who was so encouraging for him to get fucked as Charlie. He then closed the arms of the speculum and replaced it with the cock-shaped black dildo. It slid easily inside Roger’s ass and was quickly seated comfortably. They then lay on the bed. Roger backed himself up to Charlie as he wrapped his big arms around Roger who sighed contentedly. Roger felt Charlie’s breath on his back. His magical voice asked how Roger felt and if he was going to be equally as good for the whole week. Naturally Roger told him he would be and do whatever he wanted him to do. He was pleased with that and gently played with Roger’s cock but for only a brief time. Things turned more serious then. Charlie began talking and reminding Roger of Matt and their “monogamous” relationship. He kept talking about Matt, the years we had been together, and how Roger had cheated on him. Charlie kept up the quiet hypnotic talk repeating everything. He then added how Roger was his boy for the week and that he would be treated like he needed to be treated: like a whorish cum dump. He would be Charlie’s boy who was a boy who had two holes to service all men of Charlie’s choosing. Roger would refuse no cock or cum. Charlie’s voice was as if it were on an endless hypnotic loop going from one topic to another drilling it into Roger’s head where he kept processing what Charlie was telling him. Charlie started adding that Roger needed to be free to be a whore for a man who appreciated a whore. He pointed out that he definitely appreciated and enjoyed watching Roger being a whore. The first time he mentioned this, Roger’s body tingled with excitement and pride. He thought deeply about this point now and especially about being free to be a whore. Of course Charlie eventually brought up that being a cum dump whore for any cock that there were consequences that would have to be paid. He hit Roger between the eyes with a direct statement that he might now be on his way to being HIV positive. Roger had now taken six cum loads in his ass. Did he know if any of them were HIV positive? Roger was shocked. He didn’t know. He sort of panicked and Charlie could tell he was upset. He tightened his hold on Roger and told him to relax. He told me that if he were now infected that would only make it more possible for Roger to be free to be the whore that he needed to be. Charlie kept saying this over and over and over until the lesson was drilled into Roger’s brain. Charlie’s words were beginning to be accepted as law. It wouldn’t be so bad if Roger were HIV positive. Yes, he could easily and readily get fucked by any man at any time. This pepped him up and he moaned pleasantly and backed up to the beautiful furry chest behind him. Roger felt Charlie disengaging himself and getting out off the bed. He turned up the light and returned to the bed. He held out his hand to Roger. He told Roger to look at his cock closely. He told him to look closely at the snake tattoo he had and to follow it to its source. Roger picked up Charlie’s cock and looked at the snake that was tattooed on his cock. The mouth of the snake was open and it looked as if the snake was swallowing his cock. The snake’s body was in fact almost the entire cock of Charlie. It wound its body through the thick black crotch hair up and over his right hip where it dipped down and wound its way around his right thigh then crossed over its own body and went half up his right cheek across the cheek and finally down into the crevice of his buttocks. Roger was in total awe. He had failed to notice such detail. Charlie pulled Roger up to look directly into his eyes and smiled. He asked if Roger knew the significance of the snake. He did not. Charlie said if Roger had looked closely it was a black mamba or as close to one as the tattooist could get. He told him that he had met a man from Botswana who had topped Charlie for a week. The man had been HIV positive he learned months later. To commemorate his pozzing Charlie had the black mamba tattooed. His pozzing had been the result of being fucked, so, out of his ass came the snake coiling around his body and onto his cock so that it would be a warning to all who he fucked that he was HIV positive and how he had become so. Roger stood there stunned. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He looked at Charlie so clearly now. His PA and Frenum ladder plus his using the dildo made sense. He was working to make Roger HIV positive. Roger asked Charlie if he knew if the other men who had fucked him at the bath house were HIV. Charlie said he asked and that each of them were HIV. Roger looked at Charlie so closely. He then reached up and kissed Charlie deeply. Charlie smiled. The two climbed back onto the bed, tossed the sheet over themselves, cuddled closely, and fell asleep.

Decided to go lurking for some young cock, was using sniffies and saw an anonymous account nearby my motel room who only had up their age on their profile. All it said was 19 years old really not much else, but thats good enough for me I do love them teen boys, I messaged saying if he needed a hole to use and he said yes. He was looking for a pump and dump thing which I was cool with (tho perfer more face to face) so I unlocked my door and was on the bed ass up and he showed up (I had the lights on only slightly dimmed and had a mirror that was facing towards the door and could see that sexy young guy, he whipped his juicy cock out which had not only length but girth too. He stroked it and rubbed it on my hole for 3 minutes maybe before he was hard and ready then lubed up and just shoved it in and began pounding and man this kid was moaning with every pump before push really deep and breeding me then he left This new generation has some great breeders

I’d guess I’ve fucked somewhere around 7,000 men in the 32 years that I’ve been having sex.

AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

A few thoughts of mine own, as I am still going,.. Yes, to cash at the door. The host is also encouraging people to pay by Venmo ahead of time. The clothes check is free, with a tip encouraged. You need to wear something on your feet. I reserve an old pair of army boots for this event, as I am not fond of shower thongs--though you will see a lot of them. Old sneakers are great. I love the man who wears thigh high waders and gets them filled with so much piss so he can barely move. Fetish gear is encouraged. The average age, over the last few years, has dipped. I would say it's more like 49 or slightly lower. (A few in their 20's, more in their 30's and then more with each succeeding decade). Piss porn has lowered the age of attendees dramatically. I have played with so many younger men there now, as well as the older regulars. I have seen the piss dry up towards the end, but that is not a regular occurrence in my experience. I usually find it slightly dry at the top as men don't hydrate ahead of time, but by the end of the four hours, they are pissing like fountains. Yes, there is a lot of bareback sex. I can't tell you how many piss enemas I have given over the years at this event. The man who runs it brings his sling and encourages it. I love other guys to cover the man I'm fucking--with at least one pisser aiming his stream at my dick, so I fuck it into him... Yes, the floor will be awash with piss. (I used to sit next to the man who founded the group, back when it was in someone's basement. He told me this bar was chosen--for it had a drain. Just not very centrally located....) I agree--that if you have any interest in piss play you should come play with us.

You "get it", don'tcha? For some of us, we are merging not only our bodies (the physical/sexual connection), we're "connecting" mentally, emotionally, almost spiritually too. It doesn't happen every time we Breed, or even every time we head out to the fuckjoints. But when that connection does happen, it's so intense, so beautiful, so thrilling that it magnifies the act of mating with other men so compelling that we crave that experience, and keep fucking guys over and over again, hoping to experienced it again. It's not that we don't want to get our Sperm in as many Holes as possible - we do. That's our nature. It's more that every so often, something spectacularly more intense happens, and we need that too. It's not that we expect to "connect" as described above every time either. If there were a 1-to-10 scale of measuring satisfaction, most would fall between 5 and 10. Only occasionally does that 100, off-the-charts of merging on all levels happen, and that's more than enough.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.

I am a pretty shameless pig with few limits. I find that locking up my dick and not allowing myself to cum only makes me more piggy. My mind shuts off and i will allow almost anything to happen to me. I went to a local park that's a popular spot, to hook up with a guy who was working nearby. I've never been to the park so he gave me a bit of direction and I found him in a small clearing at the end of a trail. The spot was well used, cardboard down and condoms all over. He was stroking his dick, nice size, low hanging balls. knowing i was coming to a park with potential for multiple loads i locked up before leaving the house. We wasted no time and pretty quickly my pants were off and he was slow fucking me. An older guy walked up the trail with his dick already out and stopped short to watch. As he stroked, I looked at him, licked my lips and opened my mouth. He quickly walked over and pushed it into my mouth. At this point I would be jerking my dick as hard as i could, but i cant, so I keep taking the face fucking and ass fucking, getting hotter and hotter. The guy fucking me says hes going to cum, I tell him not to pull out, and he unloads. I look up at the guy I was sucking and in a thick accent he says, I cum in your ass. I nod yes, and he slides in me. as he is fucking me as two guys come up the trail undress, set up right next to us and start fucking. black top white bottom, probably 9ish inches and an amazing round and smooth ass. His dick stretching that hole was driving me crazy. I was also jealous as hell. After a few strokes he pulls his dick out and I look over at some scat packed around his head. Scat has always been a hard no in my book. i clean my ass spotless before hook ups. But, without even thinking, I leaned over and started sucking his cock. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick down my throat. He pulled out and started fucking his boy again. At some point during that the guy fucking me unloaded and was pulling out of me. He left, and I watched until this guy pulled out and unloaded all over his boys ass. I slurped it up ate his ass sucked his dick clean, and the bottoms dick was hard long and thin, I spun around and he pushed in me 3 or 4 strokes and he unloaded in me. I waited alone to see if anyone else showed up. After a while i packed up and left. went home unlocked and gooned out till i exploded. Then gagged uncontrolled till i threw up thinking of the dick covered in scat. Looking back it had absolutely no taste, and im sure it would go the same way if it happened again.

omfg, i can't believe how good this was. i had a big dinner on friday nite and drank the saltwater around 10am on saturday. i had to go the bathroom every 15 minutes after the saltwater (i think 4 or 5 times total). i didn't eat anything 4 the rest of, saturday. i douched with a shower attachment at my fuck buddy's place saturday nite, and was fine all nite after that.

Love loose juicy cum filled holes to add my load to and even my fist.

Great story so far we want more

A lot depends on the circumstances. Quite often if I bring a guy home, no sooner are we over the threshold than he will rip my pants down, whip out his cock and ram it up my hole. If he is hot, hard and horny he will pump a load of seed into me in a couple of minutes. When he breeds me later it will be a slower, though just as hard and hopefully brutal, process. Maybe 5 or 10 minutes before his cum finds its way deep into my guts. It all very much depends on the top at the time. Me? I'm a willing bottom ready for anything.

Took ex bf to Akron, watched him get bred by multiple guys

Gave my load to a bottom in the darkroom of a bathouse. I shot my load in him. I could hear my load dripping out of his ass on the floor.

Depends on where I am. If I'm in an adult bookstore, with my ass pressed up against the glory hole, the guys who are fucking me don't last very long, maybe a minute. But, if I'm in a sex club, kicking back in a sling, guys tend to fuck me for a lot longer because they don't want to unload yet. They pull out and walk away, waiting for their hard-on to go down. A lot later, when it's closer to closing time, guys are all business, fucking my brains out, with nothing on their minds but pumping out a load.

This. The best way to receive a breeders seed is with him in full rut like this. It's a feeling like you're trying to merge bodies completely. There are different vibes to this through. Some breeders are cunt-stabbers who pull back enough to really stab their cock into your soft guts, as though impregnating you properly must involve some momentary pain. Some breeders are cunt-pounders who want your whole body to feel your impregnation in your blood, bone, and sinew. Other breeders are cunt-stretchers who have to pop open your inner cunt when they impregnate you and hold it open until they are finished seeding. While still other breeders are cunt-grinders who seem like they need their cock to touch and claim every part of your cunt and coat it with their DNA. I'm content with whatever vibe so long as he's in full rut.

Locally we have “ManCave” it’s a place men can go to hang out naked and fuck. Not a bathhouse but fun. They have nooner events on Fridays and that’s when the married men come out to play. Yesterday 11/10 was one of the busiest days about 25 guys. Was a fun day. Was bent over the fuck beach and took 6 cocks, love when guys line up to use my ass. Took 3 beautiful thick cocks in the sling. Ended the day with tanking about 15 cocks and 4 loads. Can’t wait for the next event 🐷🐷🐷🐷

I wouldn’t place any heavy bets on what kind of media is going to “dominate” in four or five years’ time, let alone a decade hence. ‘New Media’? It won’t be new then - something else will be jumping up and down waving for attention. Given that social media is a broad, encompassing paradigm used by billions of people across every demographic, and has not only dedicated boards, forums, sites, even entire apps dedicated to right-leaning thought (‘Truth’ Social comes at once to mind) the suggestion that social media is going to fold because it’s all ‘woke’ and ‘left’ is absurd. One might point out that Facebook was founded in 2006 - seventeen years ago. That’s a millennium in internet years. But if by ‘New Media’ you mean the frothing-at-the-mouth, propaganda-driven, hate-speech machine that some people are perverting our information systems into, my own prediction is that the bad actors will, sooner rather than later, take it one step too far (read: people are going to die) and society will find it’s had enough and rein it in. Either way, Mr. Ramaswami cannot become more relevant in the future. In order to become more relevant, he would have to be relevant now. But really, his bug-eyed lunacy is beside the point. Frankly, if you believe the average white Anglo-Saxon protestant Christian American voter would actually cast a ballot for a man with a surname like Ramaswami, you’re just not paying attention. There are millions of Americans who would rather forego medical assistance than see a doctor with a name like Ramaswami. He has zero chance of becoming president, now or in a decade - the country’s simply too full of bigots.

Part 10 (Senator Gregory White) “Stand,” the man called Hunter told me, his balls still pressed against my forehead. I could feel them moving. “Sir.” My back felt as if it was on fire, a constant stinging sending chills throughout my body. I felt alive, as if I could feel every aspect of myself in that moment. That’s what I loved about the “third listing” choice. It made me feel things anyone else, any woman I dated, any woman I fucked, couldn’t. Even then, with a stranger’s testicles pressed against my forehead, the smell of his sweat, balls, and penis invading my lungs, I felt as I always wanted to. I felt empowered. I felt as if this was what I needed to do in my life. I was satisfying the ache. My body screamed as I stood, my knees aching from crawling, the leash attached to the collar around my neck hitting my back for a brief moment. I flinched, the muscles in my back crying for relief. Fuck, I loved the feeling. “Stand tall, sir,” the man named Matt said. I could feel the leash being pulled tight, the collar around my neck pulling into my airway and causing me to gag. I stood in front of Hunter, taking in the man who was, in my opinion, the hottest man I’d ever seen, even when compared to Matt. I knew that I was seen as an attractive man, my good looks helping me in the polls. The desire many women had of fucking me drew them to my political side and, often, to my bed. The men who wanted power like mine along with my good looks only furthered that power. If this man was in politics, he’d rule the fucking world. I watched his face, wondering if he recognized me. Sometimes they would, having just seen my face on the news or an election billboard, but they often didn’t. These men had to sign forms, making it known that I’d own their asses and everything they and their family and extended family owned should they tell anyone about the things we did. They knew better, and it got me hard knowing I could do whatever I wanted to them, and they couldn’t tell anyone anything. Sometimes, I thought these men liked knowing who I was to the world, a man who spoke against the gay community in public but then got fucked by gay men in private. This gave them an energy when they were fucking me, almost punishing me for the things I said or did against them in the public eye. “Shall we begin, sir?” Matt asked, his mouth next to my ear, whispering. It sent chills down my spine, causing more pain. I nodded. Matt handed the leash to Hunter who took it, pulling me closer to him, wrapping it around his hand until I was made to stand less than an inch from his face. “Tonight, sir,” Hunter started, “we hope to bring you to the next level of your sexual experience. You will be fucking Matt’s ass while I will be fucking yours. By the end of tonight, we hope to have drained your balls of all the cum possible. Is that to your liking?” I nodded, feeling my heart racing at the thought of this man’s large member opening me up, possibly splitting me in two. I turned and saw Matt lying on his back on my bed, his hands pulling his legs back over his chest, revealing his puckered hole. And I’ll split him in two, I thought, my cock jumping at the thought. He had a tight ass, the kind of ass you dreamed of making your own. “It’s time,” Matt said, winking at me. I looked to Hunter who nodded, leading me over to the bed. “I’m all lubed up, sir,” Matt said, reaching down to run his hand over his hole. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. Are you ready?” I nodded, climbing onto the bed and pulling his legs around my sides, feeling them pulling me in. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling the muscles beneath. The bed shook behind me as Hunter climbed onto the mattress, his impressive size coming behind me, looming over like a god. I looked back and down, seeing his hard cock standing straight out, aiming for my ass. Now, seeing it nearly within me, I found myself nervous at the pain which would be breaking my body. “I’m lubed up, sir,” Hunter said, whispering in my ear. His hand reached around and handed the leash to Matt who took it and then held it between his teeth, growling at me. “Shall we begin?” I moved forward and lined my dick up with Matt’s hole, watching as his hole opened, welcoming me inside. Carefully, I pushed inside, feeling his body pulling me in, almost begging for my cock to enter him. Matt smiled, winking at me. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. “Hands behind your back,” Hunter said. I did as I was told, feeling a fabric wrapping around my wrists, binding them together. “This tie looks better on you like this,” Hunter told me, his warm breath on my neck before I felt him kissing along my shoulder. “I’m going to enter you, sir. As you’ve seen already, I’m a large man, and my penis is even larger. I’ll be careful, but this will hurt. Are you ready?” I nodded, my heart racing even faster than before. I needed this. I wanted this. “Remember,” Hunter said, his one arm wrapping around my chest while his free hand moved his dick to my hole, “you’ve earned this.” (Hunter) I pressed my dick against the senator’s hole and forced my way inside, holding onto his arms as I felt him fighting against my major intrusion. The muscles in his arms tensed along with the muscles in his back. I looked down at Matt who, even with the leash in his mouth, was smiling. Clearly, with the senator’s dick already far into his ass, he felt as if he was going to win this wishboning. Sensing that he could be right, I forced the entirety of my dick into his ass, causing him to jump. “GAH!” Senator White cried, the gag keeping him silent enough. I smiled. It’s funny, I thought. He still thinks this is about him and what he wants. He hasn’t figured out that we captured him between a rock and a hard place. He’s stuck between two men who only want to use him for his life. “I love when I get a man with a tight hole,” I said, watching as Matt’s ass was filled with a worthless, neg cock. Matt pulled the leash into his hand, pulling the senator’s body closer to him. “I love when my tight hole gets filled with a big, throbbing dick.” He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. “I can already feel him leaking inside me.” While Senator White tried to fuck Matt’s ass, he quickly became a tool between us to use. I slammed my dick into the senator’s ass, forcing him into Matt’s hole. We made him into a human condom, the only type of condom I’d ever use. “How’s that feel, sir?” I asked, grabbing his neck, my hands wrapping over the collar. I admire the leather digging into his skin. Senator White moaned, his body covered in sweat. I could feel his heartbeat on my cock, but I couldn’t tell if his body was closer to surrendering to me or to Matt. Just because I would be fucking the neg cum out of the senator’s body and into Matt’s ass, that didn’t mean Matt would win the game. Either way, we’d both get off, but only one of us would be the one to poz his body and change his life forever. “Fuck my hole,” Matt cried out, pulling on the leash. “Fill me up with that cock. Blow your load deep in my gay ass!” I undid the gag, pulling it from the senator’s mouth, hearing instantly his moans as Matt milked his cock and I pulverized his prostate. “How’s that feel, sir?” “Fuck me,” he cried, panting, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me harder!” I looked at Matt, winking. “If you say so.” I reached down and grabbed his bound hands with one hand and then slammed my other palm onto his back, making sure to catch the reddest skin where I knew it would sting. Matt pulled on the leash, bringing the senator’s face down to Matt’s chest where he held him down, securing him as I assaulted his ass. “What the FUCK!” Senator White screamed, wriggling between us, trying to break free of our combined hold. “You can’t fight us now, Senator,” Matt said, his legs moving up and wrapping around his back, pinning his arms down. “You know we know who you are,” I said, feeling his heartbeat moving toward my own, my body flushed with a pulsing heat. “We’ve been waiting to find a man like you to teach a lesson.” “Did you think you could spout your hate on TV,” Matt said, “and fuck us in the dark? Not anymore, you fucker.” “It’s time for everyone to know the type of man you really are,” I said, my heartbeat quickening, his own racing to meet my own. Matt looked at me, and in that look, I could tell that he knew he had lost the fuck. The senator was mine. I slammed into his hole, feeling our bodies syncing as his balls twisted in his sack, ridding himself of his neg, homophobic cum, turning his balls into carriers of my strain. Senator White’s body shook over Matt’s body, his neck straining against the collar. Matt released him, the senator’s body shooting up, his head thrown back. “Fuck, I hate losing,” Matt said, his hole still getting fucked by the senator’s changing, unaware body. “But I love watching them surrender to your cock.” “That’s fucking right,” I said, dragging my nails down the senator’s back, creating marks and drawing blood from his already abused back. “Who claimed your hole?” “You did,” the senator said, tears starting to stream down his face. “Who is about to fill your hole with poz cum?” “You will.” “Whose balls are going to transform and brew my special, toxic cum?” “My balls.” “And whose life is now fucked forever as I infect every part of his body and mind, taking his life for my own?” “My life,” the senator said. “I didn’t hear that,” I growled, grabbing his head and turning it back, making sure I could see the tears as they fell down his cheeks. “My life,” he said again. “Sir.” “That’s fucking right!” I slammed into him, my cum filling his body, changing his DNA, making his balls mine, and ruining his life. I could see every aspect of his life, all the choices he made to become the lying politician hated by so many and fucked by many others in secret. I saw the women he lied to and the men he used. I could feel the ache he pushed down, refusing to acknowledge as his true self. I saw him rising in his political career, lying his way into a leader of the Republican Party. I could see him running for president, winning, and making life a living hell for anyone who considered themselves gay. I could see him still using men for his own purpose, but unlike myself, I didn’t hide. He was a poison, and I was ending his toxicity with my own. As I saw his future disappear, I found myself holding his head tight, my lips to his ears, my words entering his mind. “You will continue to serve as you have,” I told him, seeing the reality unfold as I spoke it into existence. “You will work without drawing suspicion from the other members of your party, but you’re changed now. Your body, your life, is mine. I am your god now. You will fuck as many of the men as you can, undoing everything you say you fight for, revealing yourselves to be the worst of hypocrites. You will use my toxic cum to poison the men who wish to tear us down. Do you understand your new purpose?” “Yes,” he said, the image of the senator fucking every male politician imaginable filling both of our thoughts. I could see them all together, an orgy of men surrendering their time to me, the man who took them down. “And once you’ve infected enough of the men, you will reveal yourself to be the hypocritical slut you’ve always been. You will lose everything you have, all the respect you’ve worked so hard to gain. You will spend whatever remains of your life getting fucked by the very men you hated, taking their cocks into your ass and getting covered by their cum. You will degrade yourself, and you will never be deemed respectable again. What do you say?” Senator White’s realization of his fate broke through, and he looked into my eyes, seeing the hate within my own. “Thank you, sir,” he said. “Now, fuck off.” I pulled my dick out of his hole and watched him fall back onto the mattress, his own dick falling out of Matt’s hole which was leaking an incredible amount of cum. I watched as my own cum leaked out of the senator’s hole, dripping down over his changing balls. “That was a good fuck,” Matt said, reaching down and scooping up the neg cum leaking out of his body. He wiped it over the senator’s body. “Glad you came?” I looked down at the sleeping senator’s body, remembering all the things he had done, all the things he could have done, and all the things I’d make sure he’d do in order to ruin his pathetic life. I grabbed the flog and beat his ass, making sure to hit his balls. Within the red, I could see his new biohazard tattoo appearing. I slashed down one last time on the tattoo, making sure it would hurt. “Yeah,” I told him, pulling off the leather band I wore over my tattoo, seeing the fading ink. “I’m glad I came.”

I usually piss in the toilet, but when I'm horny and have time for a little play, I have pissed in sinks, the tub, an empty glass, vintage chamber pot, back patio, and actually, every room of my apartment. The two most frequent things I like to do are: In the living room, I'll straddle my "coffee" table and ride a dildo as I piss on the table. I also love to piss on myself in bed -- especially first thing in the morning.

CHAPTER FOUR "Promise me you'll never party without me." "Promise me you'll introduce me to anyone else you fuck." "Promise me you'll never slam." These were just a few of the limits Manny tried to impose on our partying. And I would only find out years later that I was the only one trying to follow his rules and feeling like a failure every time I strayed. Finally, we broke up under the weight of too little honest communication and two many miles between us. Still, we both wanted to maintain a friendship as much as possible and so every now and then we'd end up camming and smoking or just texting while high, feeling driven to share whatever hot sleazy scene we'd recently stumbled into. When I started fucking a Brazilian nurse who convinced me to try slamming, I was so turned on by the rush that I shared that with Manny. "This body builder is on his way over and he wants to introduce me to my first slam" I texted him at 2AM one Saturday in June. Usually when I sent him a PnP-related text he'd reply with "Fuckkn hot, bud. Send me video" or some variation. In fact, there were many times when I'd be coming home from work on the subway, a text from him would fly in telling me who or what tweaker is breeding his hole this very moment and I'd find myself impulsively texting one of my dealers to score so I could race home, fire up the pipe and cam with him and sometimes watch him get gang banged. So when I wanted to share the excitement over the line I was about to cross into new terrirory, yielding to a slampig to become one myself, I wasn't prepared for his reply. "Do not ever slam. That's a step too far. Slamming is too dangerous." Paolo arrived at my apartment smelling like sweat. As soon as he walked in, he made a b-line for the sofa, where he emptied his knapsack, revealing a pencil case full of 6 pre-loaded syringes. "Take off your shirt," he commanded as he found a tourniquet, alcohol swab and needle for my first flight. My cell phone was buzzing incessently. "Fuckbuddy trying to reach you," he asked I glanced down. "No. Just Worried ex-boyfriend." I texted Manny. "OK. I won't. Don't worry." as I extended my arm toward Paolo, letting him tie the band around my bicep. I looked away cause needles made me nervous but I felt him swab the area, prick the needle in. Next thing I heard the snap of the rubber being removed from my arm and him guiding my arm up overhead as a wave of intense heat and a cough overtok me. I started writhing and struggling to catch my breath as I saw Paolo hitting his own arm and then sitting his jock ass right on my fevered face. He had told me not to shower when he was on his way and his hole tasted so ripe and musky. I loved it. He then came up to face me and kiss me so he could taste his own hole on my mouth and he confessed how badly he needed to breed me and how hot it was giving me my very first slam. "You love it?" "I fuckin love this. Oh my god give me your uncut raw dick" "I really need to cum inside you" he said "I need that too" And we flip fucked for a couple hours. My phone started ringing. "Who's calling?" "The ex from LA" I said. "Answer and talk to him." "Hello," I answered the phone barely able to catch my breath. Paolo's cock was getting my hole so wet. "Are you okay?" I heard Manny sounding concerned. "Yeah. I'm really really good," I said. "Did you slam?" "No. No. I'm high. But just from smoking. Are you high?" I heard Manny getting fucked. "I was thinking about it," he lied. "Hot" I said as I watched Paolo reach into his bag for another syringe for us both. He looked at me with an evil grin asking if I want another one with his eyes. I nodded. Still on the phone with Manny I watched thi s time as the needle found a big vein in my arm, registered and slowly pushed the drug into my bloodstream. I let my breathing get more labored until I coughed. "Did you slam" he asked and Paolo grabbed my phone hung up for me and then slammed himself into the stratosphere. I took a pic of Paolo's muscular arm with a tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and texted it to Manny before turning off my phone and turning onto the intense heat of the rush of meth pumping directly in our veins.

Sitting at the table sipping a soda Nicklas watched mr Wilson busy in the kitchen.He looked with a growing interest in this man....and liked his lean body,so hard and raw looking....Nicklas loved watching the cock outline in the shorts Mr wlson had slipped on.He liked that cock...never thought he would say it but Mr wilson had awakened something in him.And it was during this time lost in thought and admiration the object of his thought tapped him on the shoulder saying"earth to nicklas"...and seeing Nicklas'gaze was fixed on him...said quietly"we can take ten minutes or so,Nickals.Would you like that?Giving a quick nod...Nicklas and mr wilson dragged eachother down the hall to the big bedroom....taering Nicks clothes off mrr Wilson was again irresistibly drawn to Nicklas,and seeing that youthful cock so hard and fairly throbbing mr wilson's lips soon wrapped it and started descending down Nicklas excited cock...Hearing a moan of pleasure from beneath him...Pressing his hard cockhead to the lips of nicklas and feeling the youthful lips part and tongue dart foorth,tasting,teasing,tantalizing...accepting the cock that had only yesterday inseminated him for the first time.Nicklas like the taste of it....and wondered if Mr wilson's cum would tast the same as his own?But it didn't,and giving his first blowjob to a man was another thing checked off his list of new things to experience...as soon as he came Mr wilson stopped contact with Nicklas,leaving a hot hard throbbing cock that still begged for attention."I'm going to want you tonite Nicklas,you cannot cum yet."Mr wilson told him..."just let it build for me"and witrh that he left nicklas to see WHO THE FUCK was knocking on the front door.

My ex was a porn junkie. He loved watching porn and stroking. Constantly. But he loved taking video of me plowing a hot hole and creampies to the guy's hole. But he REALLY loved taking video me taking hard cock(s) up my hole raw and getting bred on camera. He would stroke his cock the entire time he was filming. His unedited stuff was pretty good, because he watched so much porn - he knew the kind of scenes he liked seeing... so he filmed the say way. I still have videos of me topping/bottoming from 15 years ago and I love to throw them on and jerk off while remembering me seeding a hot hole or a hot load across my own ass from a hung top. We spent the money on a decent camera with a light, so the quality was pretty decent. Lots of married Daddy's breeding me. Ex had to ensure NO faces. I also edited a lot of the camera jostling etc out of the final. So it was a lot of frisky stuff - just all looked NSA (which in itself is kinda hot). Singles. Doubles, Triples. And even one gang bang where I took 9 loads from 4 guys over the evening. (I still have the original files from that night too.. whahooo!). After we split up, I found a couple of other guys who were into pics - random or posed. I love ass play, and a lot of my picture collection is with other FB's who like to play with a hole and toys and FF... so, there is some excellent quality stuff there... both picture and recently, video. It's fun to run two cameras... either one stationary and aimed and you try and remember it is there... LOL... or one in each guy's hand. Get the same fuck from two different angles and also different quality of shots. I take that stuff and mash it together into a 5 or 10 minute Amateur movie. It's a hobby. And it's a great hobby if the other guy(s) into it!! Love making amateur porn. (Pics are from 5 movies with the same top breeding my hole)

Yes absolutely love piss play! One of my best play was every one was a bunch of guys drinking non stop water and gatorade. In the back sunroom was a empty hot tub in the middle of the room all tile floor. I got in and laid down and got pissed on by all from head to toe. It was non stop for a while. One got in and flipped me over pulled my ass to him and felt his cock go in and filled me as he pulled out another guy did the same, got so filled piss streamed for my hole for a while. Love it

"no mom,missed church this morning"...mr wison was a skilled cocksucker....omg it was hard keeping a conversation going with mom while my cock twitched at his attentions..."well I won't go to hell for missing just one sunday mom"mr wilson grabbed my cock and led me down to my parents room and pushed me down on my back on the bed,holding my legs up as his tongue found my puckered lil hole and drove into it...making it slick with saliva.Moving his lips to my nipples,then my neck as his cockhead found my twitching wet asshole and pressed into me.....uch faster than our last time he was in as deep as he could go....and brushing my prostate on every stroke was making my dick bounce and twitch.My body accepted him much easier this time....and as my mom and I talked he fucked me gently but deeply,stealing a kiss as breaks in my speaking allowed...his tongue in my mouth tasted of ciggarettes...a pool of semen leaked from my penis onto my belly as his big cockhead stirring my insides up.... a man with aids is fucking me while I talk with mom...and he is goingto ejaculate soon as his pace quickens and becomes more violent."Okay mom.love you too.talk with you monday." and with that I switched the phone off and endured mr Wilsons last fewdeep violent strokes and felt my insides get all gooey as his infected semen shot from his body into mine,and began to cum myself as the stilulation was just too much.Mr wilson felt this and looked down as semen erupted from my penis at almost the same time his did.He had the biggest smile as he said"I can feel you cumming,your ass clamps down on my cock so fucking tight with every spurt....we just rested there for a minute or two,my semen running down my side onto my parents bed as his poz infected semen pooled deep within me for the second time.Stirring the cum on my belly with his fingers he brought them up to my lips,smearing my cum across them and pressing his lips to mine I could taste my cum as his tongue drove deep into my mouth.His cock was still hard and he started fucking me again.Wow such stamina for a man who had aids....it took a lot longer but I swear I could feel him cum again as he grunted....he looked me in the eyes and smiled,saying"you belong to me now Nick.I look forward to having you over as often as possible....you will come to crave this"he said.I want you to sleep with me tonite Nick.Be over at ny place by 7,I will make us dinner."With that Mr Wilson pulled out,kissed my cock and sucked the last drops of cum out of me and left,leaving me in my parents bed with two loads of poz cum deep inside and a sore ass soaking it all in.

My last male sub BF and I use to perform on webcam. At the time, he was in his early 20’s and I was in my late 30’s. This was over twenty years ago when we lived in NYC. He was very slender, 27” waist, and typically shaved smooth to appear more feminine. I am 6’3” tall and weighed over 100 pounds more than him. We both loved it. The attention we received was very erotic. We did made sure not to show our faces though. I’d love to find a sub where I could explore filming and taking photos again. this is a photo from back than with my fat cock in his little pussy.

Im going to the Piss Party at the Lab.oratory in Berlin tonight...not my first time, Im a regular there, but I would love to hear what do you guys think about those parties not only at the Lab but at other venues around the world as well what was the craziest thing you saw? what is you would like to see? personally I would love to drink piss from a Asshole ( piss enema )

When home, I don't like peeing into the toilet because of the ahoying splashing ricochets . So instead I pee into the sinks, bath, shower or when not around any of those - in one of the buckets I put in every room especially for that purpose. I'm naked all the time at home, so my dick is always prepared for release.

Shit... don't know what I do first... Get the cum in those condoms or at least one in my ass for lube and then shove my ass on that hot cock. When he unloaded deep in my ass, I would put the remainder of the cum in those rubbers into my ass, hoping there would be another cock appearing through the hole...

I love going to piss parties, more private parties where guys need a piss 'subject'... but love getting drenched and filled at both ends!

It always made me smile how often I found tops slowing down and telling me they're doing it to try and stop themselves from cumming. As much as I love getting fucked, it's just for the load. The quicker the better, gives me more time to find the next load. So average I have experienced is about 3-5 minutes.

I think it depends on how attracted the top is to the bottom of I’m being honest. This whole, “if the hole is good” stuff I think is kinda bs. But many factors play into it. In situation like a sex party or bath house tops just wanna last as long as possible and they fuck forever which is kinda annoying since I’m after loads. One on one they cum within 10 minutes I’d say.. depends on how cummy a hole is.. usually mine gets so wet that I doubt tops can feel much which in turn makes them more turned on but alas less friction makes them take longer to cum.

For a random hookup? I’d say on average less than three minutes — a lot of guys cum almost immediately, especially the closeted cheaters most random tops are just there to plant seed as quick as possible and split

There are not many things I enjoy more than a Dad betraying his own kid; betraying him to a life of bareback dick, chems, and meds is the best. John has no regrets because he knows the best possible life for his son is being a pozzed tweaker cumpig.

Got super horny in Seattle and went over and got some bbc…… he didn’t last long as my hole is hella tight. Ended up at steam works in the sling! I got 5 loads and everyone was bare. Im literally dripping cum. I also had my first hands free orgasm thanks to another huge bbc that was stretching me out. I didn’t dare tap out though. I’m negative, on no meds we’ll see what happens!

Take your time, I am sure Nicklas has plenty of adventures coming his way

After Mr Wilson left I just lounged naked in my parents bed for a while...watched tv and dozed until the cat jumped up and loudly protested his lack of breakfast.Fed him did the 3 s's(shower shave shit) and started the yardwork.mowed front and back,trimmertime leafblower....went to garden center for some plants my mom wanted installed around the pool deck.Caught myself crotch watching....looking at guys with a new interest....one colored by a new realisation men were sexual with other men,and it was giving me a real hard time.While I wasn't "gay" I HAD been bred by a man without any real discussion,he had done me just because HE wanted to.And he had cum in me.At least twice.And I gave little to no resistance to being bred.Even now his seed was still in me and as these thoughts were consuming my attention I heard "earth to niklas,hello?"The girl at the register was an old school friend.Stacy.:)"22.50 Nicklas cash or credit?"she asked.Flustered I fished out the cash and paid.Gave her a big smile and left with the plants.Getting into my pickup truck my phone dinged with a text message from the hospice care agency,they wanted me to come in first thing monday for a meeting to discuss work schedule.A Mr Hadden wanted to meet for this months assignments.He was always looking at my ass,and crotch with a smile.....and with a shock suddenly realised why.Was I attractive to other men?Without a doubt Mr Wilson thought so...oh man I had SO MUCH to learn.Part of me was coming alive that had lain dormant but now craved attention and I had to learn....how, you know?Returned home and threw mysef into getting the plants installed.Another ding....from Mr Wilson.We would have guests at his house for dinner at 7 so dress sharp.Sent a smily face too.And attached a pic of his cock in me from this morning....didn't know he had taken one.and it got me hard staring at it.It was only 4oclock and 7 seemed so far away.

Not necessarily. I'm unaware of any STI that has a 100% transmission rate. Now, some are highly likely to be transmitted, but even then, it's not a 100% sort of thing.

I’m going to differ with those who say bathhouses and sex clubs don’t count as public places. The first definition of public is simply Exposed to general view. If you drill down, you get things like of, by, or directed to the public, which begs the question, what is meant by the noun public? This gets you a group of people having common interests or characteristics; specifically : the group at which a particular activity or enterprise aims. The adjective also gets: accessible to or shared by all members of the community, but as above, community can simply be the subset community sharing common interests, and not the undifferentiated community of all people of a nation. Therefore, it seems to me that when a small gathering of Men watched me getting my cunt thoroughly bred last night at the bathhouse, and commented to one another about how perfect it looked and how I was being given it just the way someone like me ought to be given it, and didn’t everyone think it was like watching a porn shoot, a certain public was watching (and kibitzing) and I was being fucked in public. The door to my room was open to any passer-by. Once at camp, I was fucked on a picnic table in a play area in the woods just as it was getting dark. A total of 18 spectators stopped to watch me get fucked nearly insensible (I counted them to take my mind off the relentless assault on my cunt). There had been a party that evening and everyone had been given one of those fluorescent glow-bands that can be made into circular necklaces. All the men in the group gathered their necklaces together in a pile and set them on the picnic table next to my face so they could see my expressions while I took that voracious cock. The camp is a men’s-only gay campground, not open to the general public; but any member of the sizable community of attendees could have come by and watched, and contributed to my humiliation. Similar setting, same Top in fact, but different table and in daylight, a group of five men happen upon him doing me in the open and they all start exploring my body with their hands. Very completely. Like, every square inch plus some internal probing. They were a community of like-minded people who came upon something of interest in a (semi) open environment. Just because it wasn’t open to everyone on the planet doesn’t mean it wasn’t public. My former Master enjoyed doing demonstrations of BDSM techniques (specifically, tortures) at seminars and workshops for BDSM lifestyle practitioners. Guess who his favorite demonstration model was. On one occasion I was strapped to an actual medical gynecological chair - it was a very sophisticated medical play area - and hooked up with electrodes to my genitals and inside my ass so he could expound on why my body reacted in interesting ways when he shocked the fuck out of it. On another occasion, he chained me to a stool with a hole in the seat in which a 12” dildo could be driven upward into my ass by means of a remotely controlled mechanism while I was unable to resist the penetration*. In both cases, a mixed audience of men and women, all BDSM lifestylers, and all guests of this workshop, gathered closely around and observed me. One young man, who went by the moniker Devilspawn, was absolutely transfixed by the stool, and nothing would satisfy him until he had been allowed to try it out on me himself. He also got to try his hand at the electro controls. Those people were at a private gathering, but it was a (very) public viewing of practices that normally take place in privacy between individuals. In all of the above examples, the one thing they had in common was that each time I felt an acute sense of being exposed to the view of strangers while in an extraordinarily vulnerable state. It really doesn’t get much more vulnerable than having something forced into your body in front of an audience - or out of it - in the case of the electro, they whole crowd even watched me ejaculate under the influence of the electricity. In all those cases I was absolutely exposed to general view. *If you want to see this in action, it was inspired by a sequence in a video called, I think, ‘Storeroom Torture Trap‘[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/playlist/149162/video/storeroom-torture-trap/’. In his typical style, my Master made me build the one he used on me myself - he always made me construct the instruments of my own torture. God, he was brilliant. I named the stool The Vile Stool Belphegor, the demon of ingenious inventions.

CHAPTER THREE: After several months of lying, fighting and sex only when we were high, I arrived for a long weekend in Los Angeles with the idea that if our relationship was going to ever work, we ought to try to enjoy at least one weekend without the drugs. In the car ride from the airport to Manny's apartment, I gingerly brought up the subject. "How would you feel about us not doing any partying this weekend? Just for a change." Manny was driving and he had just turned off the freeway so I wondered if the silence meant he hadn't heard me. "Manny? Did you..." "I heard you. Sure. That sounds fine." There was a long silence as we made our way through the residential neighborhood of Long Beach where he lived. "I just.... I'm curious what this is all about?" "I don't know. I mean. We both love to get high. But I hope we can agree... we love each other more." "Sure." And that one syllable could not have possibly been delivered in a less convincing tone of voice. When we got to his apartment, I noticed his roommate wasn't there. When I asked where Natalie was he said she had some family stuff to take care of in the valley. "So we have the place to ourselves," I offered... making my way toward him with my lips and hands. I was horny. And I wanted to fuck. "I haven't worked out yet today. And you know I hate to cum before hitting the gym. Let's wait until after dinner." "Okay. What do you want to do?" "There must be something good on TV. Why don't you pick something. I need to hit the toilet real quick." Manny disappeared down the hall, shutting the door to the bathroom. When the door was shut I know that meant he was taking a dump. So I found the remote and turned on the TV and started channel surfing. In a minute or two, I heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of the toilet flushing. "Is this okay?" I called to him, having settled on a rerun of Golden Girls. "Sure," he called to me as I heard him slowly walking toward the livingroom. First I smelled it. Then I saw it. He was surrounded by enormous plumes of white Tina smoke. As he continued to light and suck enormous hits off his pipe. I guess he'd stached it in the bathroom. Seeing him smoking got my dick hard immediately. And as he arrived on the sofa next to me he pulled me in for the biggest shotgun of my life. "Oh fuck" we both said as we yielded to what was clearly already taking root as a serious drug addiction. Even though I'd wanted a sober weekend the moment I took that first hit I heard myself thanking him for not letting me push our Tina off for even a day. "I was wanting this all day," he admitted. "How much did you get," I asked. "Just two 8balls, 4 ecstasy, 3 ounces of G and some Viagra." He handed me the pipe and I started smoking hungrily as he released my cock and sucked the pool of precum from my swollen purple cockhead. He yanked down my jeans and started to go for my ass. "I'm not sure if it's so clean. I just got off a 5 hr. flight." He ignored me and moaned as he rubbed the ripe sweaty scent of my hole all over his face and beard. In no time I was returning the favor burying my face in his ass as he draped himself face down over the wooden coffeetable. He grabbed the remote and switched channels to a techno music station. I quickly brought my dripping cock to his hole and he turned around to face me. "I threw away anything that could be used as lube so do it natural. Spit and precum and nothing else." I popped the head in and dripped a river inside him. He pushed back hard against my dry shaft seeming to enjoy the pain of abrasion tearing at his hole. "Did the boy upstairs fuck you?" I asked. Instead of answering he grabbed his cell from his pocket and sent a text. "I got more stuff. Come on down whenever your Mom goes out." I was pumping into his hole faster and harder and talking real dirty, telling him how badly I wished I was poz so I could infect him. He answered with his quasi-serious warnings that he hoped I would never slam again. That smoking was just fine. And there was no reason to risk a more serious unmanageable addiction by shooting up. I looked down at my right arm and hoped the track marks weren't too obvious. I was so lost in our fuck that I didn't hear the front door open. Had he left it unlocked the whole time? I only knew the teenage kid was there the moment I felt his tongue gently lapping at my hole. I then felt Manny slide up, arching his back to almost sit up, keeping my cock lodged deep so that he could pass the pipe and torch back to our guest. I turned to look at him as he smoked. Jesus. How old was this kid? He didn't look much older than 15 or 16. "How old are you?" I blurted out before realizing the question might be a buzz kill. "Oh. I'm... almost 19," he said and I'm pretty sure I spotted a look pass between them as both their cocks bobbed up. I braced myself for a weekend of wild tweker sex with a cast of characters I would likely not be able to keep in my memory. And the higher we got, the more we both accepted that anonymous and high risk were what we both wanted to chase til I got on my plane home Tuesday morning. Manny wanted me dripping cum into my seat on the flight. And I wanted to imagine them fucking passionately for the whole 5 hours of that flight.

Two places come to mind where the sauna was dirty like hell and the debauchery was heavy. I am a Nomad and world traveler without a home address. I always try to find gay saunas or sometimes just bad adult bookstores or even cinemas. I was once in Santiago and came on a morning flight from abroad and had to wait until the evening to take the bus down south, so I had to kill at least 4 hours or so. A sauna I knew from a trip I had done in the past was a bit far and not open yet but there was one, I'd never visited before within a 15 to 20 minute walk from the bus station. So off I went. The place was called; Turkish Bath Chacabuco. It was dirty and not very secure for keeping your possessions safe. In the maze of the dark steamroom, sex was going on all around and I did get a couple of loads in my ass. I did manage to catch my bus. Another one was a lot of years later in Madrid, Spain where I was in desperate need of some loads. Walked 20 minutes from my hostel to "The Cage". It was actually a guy here on Breeding Zone that mentioned he had a blast of a good time there. Again, the place wasn't very clean and pretty small... maybe I was at the wrong time because most of the guys were talking at the bar. Apparently the place was build to have sex all over the place and in the open, but not much was going on there... No sauna or steam bath but all cruising. There were a couple of slings and there was fucking going on there... Of course all bare. So as soon as a sling came available I hoisted myself in there and had my legs up and ass forward and yes I did get serviced there nicely, I think about three times with a nice warm load in my ass... In Berlin I missed out because of the stupid Covid shit. Most other countries I went to all were more or less decent clean or proper places and I did get loads there as well. Now I am much more experienced and know what to look for and a lot more sleazier cum addict, so I could probably find more dirty places to get my loads, whereas in the earlier years I would be a bit more careful what place I would seek out. Most of the places in London when I was still very young, I never heard of. When I was in Amsterdam I had great succes in the NZ Sauna and left the place often well serviced and loaded. There is a sauna in Enschede called 'T Bölke, which I frequently visited when I lived in Holland and that was pretty good and clean. Not always to busy. In Arnhem there is Steamworks and that place is more a designers place, very beautiful, but up stairs the sauna and the darkrooms and maze were great places to get your fix and get depth charged during a Friday night or weekend. If I would go back to the Netherlands, Paris - France, Berlin in Germany or Barcelona, or any other big city, I would seek out more sleazy places or party venues to get loaded. First destination will be back to Central America; Costa Rica, El Salvador [wasn't impressed with Club Scandinavia in San Salvador - Salvadorians aren't much into Gringos], and eventually back to Mexico where I know some good fuck friends. We'll see what 2023 will bring. As it looks, we might as well enjoy whatever we have left in life in case the Nukes are starting to fly. Ps. as a Nomad and a bottom cumslut, I am always on the lookout for tops that can offer even a bed for a night or more in exchange for unlimited ass I am offering. So if you are on my route - the plan is NO plan - keep track of me through DM and let me know. Connect with me and send me your city and possibilities, so when I am near I can give you a shout. My ass is open and I love to get fucked, gang banged - do invite your friends - and much more...

I used to live in Kuwait and go to the disused public toilets in the gardens. Even the area outside stunk of piss, cum, and ass. I loved it. Just the smell got me hard. But inside was always busy with horny hung Arabs. I've had my best times in that stinky sweaty hole with all those Arabs so happy to dump their load in your mouth or ass. One guy fucked me so hard my feet left the ground. I don't know when he last washed but the smell of sweat, cock and piss as I was sucking him was intoxicating. mmmm

Chapter Three: The Haircut. I heard him pick something up off of the floor, and then the whirring sound of hair clippers. They came close to my head, and before I knew it he was shaving my lovely hair off. Part of me was gutted, I loved my hair, but the other part of me was turned on that this highly charged viral stud was shaping me to how he wanted me to be, taking complete control over me. I felt safe, and very subMISSIVE. Now a skinhead and at this fucker's mercy I was lost in a piggy trance to his alpha authority. He took a hold of the leash and tugged; - C'mon ... He directed me as I crawled on all 4's into his living room, and once there I was ordered to sit up right, kneeling with my ass cheeks resting on my heels. There I was, naked except his red rubber jockstrap, the steel chastity locking up my now pointless dick, a leather blindfold, a leather collar and leash, but he was not done yet. Next went on a wooden clothes peg to each nipple ... - OoooouuUUcH - Take long slow deep breaths and remember why you are doing this. - Yes Sir. My nipples had always been super sensitive, yet through training over time with Sir Bill not only would they become much bigger, the arousing sensation they produced through playing with them would now be completely and not just partly redirected to my cunt now that my pointless dick was now locked. They would also very much increase in how sensitive they would become. Sir now took a permanent red marker pen and wrote on my chest; ''Sir'', on my torso; ''is going'', on my belly; ''to'' .... then he came around to my back and on my upper back he wrote; ''poz'', and finally below on my thoracic back he wrote; ''me.'' ''Sir Is Going To Poz Me'' Now looking very different to how I arrived a short time ago he stood back and took some photos of his pig in training. For the next few hours he sat in his armchair drinking non alcoholic beer and puffing on a cigar, head to toe in fresh smelling leather. All that time I remained blindfolded, but I could smell the leather on my face from earlier, and his cigar smoke. I only spoke when I was spoken to, and Sir did not speak much, just generally puffing on his cigar and drinking his beers. For the first hour he verbally remained silent, until he piped up... - Do you know what the term Viral Load means in regards to HIV, boy? - Yes Sir, I have read about it. - Have a guess what mine is. - Erm, I don't know ... a million? - Way out, guess again. - Um, eight hundred thousand? - You are still way out pig, you get one more guess. - Er *I gave a big pause as I thought, which way do I go, up or down* ... Erm, four hundred thousand? He stood up, walked over to me, knelt behind me, spread my legs, and placed a leather covered finger from a gloved hand on my cummy neg cunt hole. I gasped. He leaned into my ear, and once again his gruffly voice spoke to my inner depraved pig; - Four Million, three hundred and seventy one fucking thousand, boy. I groaned and whimpered in ecstasy to which he cockily laughed; He knew exactly who I was and what I wanted, and needed! 😈 ... He got up and stood in front of me. - If I gave your cunt a good hard brushing with a tooth brush then fucked you hard and came deep inside your cunt right now I'd say there would be a very good chance you'd become HIV positive. Well, that sent me over the edge as surges of actual electric jolts surged through my cunt, jolt after jolt after jolt... - Oh my Go.. Oh my Go.. Uh, uh uh *I began to pant and moan heavily* Sir took one big puff on his cigar and blew it in my face, and sat back down in his chair. A good half hour of verbal silence ensued. Then... - You definitely want to become HIV positive, is that correct? - Yes Sir. - You want Sir's angry serpent 🐍 to spit it's highly charged viral corrupted DNA deep in your guts, corrupting your DNA in the process, pig? - Yes Sir. The next sentence he uttered he said extremely sternly and very loudly... - You want my highly charged viral corrupted DNA flowing through your veins forever more? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WELL WANT? His full on alpha attitude with his matter of fact stern words booming out into the room sent me over the edge, and once again electrical jolts surged through my cunt, but this time they did not stop until Sir intervened. For the next half hour the surges came at me, wave after wave, leaving me whimpering in a highly aroused state. I already forget I had a dick, and my complete focus was on Sir, and my cunt. Still in an aroused whimpering state Sir stood up and led me on all 4's to the bathroom where he made me kneel in a waterless bath. Already with a blindfold on my head he now attached a urinal gag, only one way for piss to go, into my greedy piggy guts. I already drank a load earlier at the gym, but this was nothing like I had ever drank before, because it was insane copious amounts. - I've not pissed in the two hours I drank my six beers, get ready pig, because a big piss is coming your way. I heard the first splash of his warm, salty, golden juice hit the urinal gag, and very quickly felt it gush into my mouth and down my throat. I found my gulping rhythm very quickly, thank goodness, as he pissed a hard stream for a good few minutes. At the end of being used as a human urinal I felt full. - Good boy, pig. He helped me out of the bath, and removed the urinal gag. He then attached a black silk cape that covered my body neck to toe. He lead me towards the porch and put my trainers on for me. - Stay there. I am taking you for a ride. Where was he going to take me?

I grew up in INGLEWOOD, CA ... I've definitely had my share of delicious black cock growing up, in my mouth, and deep in my ass. One of my youthful favorites was a man who used to be the superintendent to my middle school. We met up when I was 17 via AOL m4m chatrooms in his car, and he fucked a load deep into my throat. It was very satisfying as I used to fancy him when I started going through puberty hehe.

PART 2 i was so nervous but sex was leading down the hall, his hand gently guiding me. His room was sparse but it wa nice. He led me in and closed the door. He looked me over as I stared at him. Finally, he spoke. “Obviously, we know each other outside of this room. That’s a totally diffferent place and it’s no ones busniness what we do here. And call me Tim. That’s my first name”, he said before smiling and adding “now get out of those clothes and get comfortable.” With that, he reached and pulled off his underwear, freeing that gorgeous man cock. I was shy, but I got naked. “Let me see you. Damn, you are hot Chris. Turn around and show me that ass. What a hot ass. Spread now so I can see your little hole. Show me, show me your boyhole,” the last part coming out almost in a whisper. I had no idea what was gonna happen or what to do, but I showed him. “Hot fucking hole. What a sexy butt. Have you gotten fucked yet Chris?” He asked. I wasn’t gonna lie, so I told him the truth. “I... I’ve sucked two guys from school a few times that’s it,” I said nervously. He grinned. “We are gonna have so much fun. Just so you know what I like, I like most everything, but most of all I like to play with a young guys butt. Touch it, lick it, fuck it. Stuff I think you want badly,” he said in a low sexy voice. I just nodded. I was so excited and nervous. “Chris, there’s something I have to do. Lay down on the bed on your tummy. Yeah, that’s it now spread your legs open a little more. Perfect,” he instructed. And then i felt him climb on the bed and crawl between my legs. I had no idea what was next. I felt him lower himself and then I felt his breath, hot as it hit my asscheeks. I felt his hands grab those cheeks and slowly pull them apart. He seemed to get even closer and I heard him inhale deeply. “God your little butt smells so fucking good Chris. So tangy and musky just like it should be,” he whispered.he was so close his face was now basically in my ass crack. And then I felt it. ThAt first flick of a wet tongue, his wet tongue, sliding across my virgin hole. I gasped and bucked, but he had a firm grip as he now lashed out at it, attacking it with his tongue. His mouth was sucking and licking and it had me gasping for breath as I bucked and writhed and learned the ectasy of having a man lick my boy hole. His tongue swirled and teased. It drove strong and deep. His mouth suckled my hole, devouring it. It felt so good I was losing control and making noises I had never made before. It just felt so good. I didn’t even care about my cock. Mr Johnson, Tim, knew how to make my ass feel better than my cock had ever felt. I continued to melt with his attention. It just felt so good. All I cared about was Tim playing with my ass. Whatever I had to do to keep this ecstasy going, to make him want to give my butt attention. He was just so good. It seemed like he loved it as much as me, and I wondered if it made him hard to play with my ass like this. I wondered if he loved my hole as much as I loved him playing with it. I wanted him too. I wanted my hole to please him.

Level 3 for most of my adult life... until I came up poz. That day I immediately went to a 6 and that's where I stay and only crave the nastiest of toxic loads..