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Chapter 1 – Daniel is a working man Horny again, I got on a few of the apps with little hope of success. It was late on a workday, and guys would use the “I have to get up for work in the morning” excuse while collecting pictures and talking nasty. But I was horny and willing to engage. There’s a big factory being built near where I live. There are lots of guys that were brought in to work there, and some of them are really hot. A little rough around the edges, but a hot, hairy, well-muscled stud is always a good find. A guy named Daniel hit me up on one of the apps. He said he was temporarily working at the factory, staying at his family’s cabin near the river. He only had one pic, but it showed a nice hairy chest with good definition. He said that he was getting off work soon and would love to have a guy over to help him relax. We discussed our interests, and he was mostly a top but liked mutual sucking and rimming too. He also said he’d brought his sling with him, which excited me more. We made plans to meet up after he got home. He emailed me to let me know he was home and ready to have me over. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out immediately. His place overlooked the river, with a big screened-in porch across the back. I knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered quickly. He was wearing tight shorts and had a plaid shirt on that was unbuttoned. Handsome and a nice, trimmed beard. He looked great. He let me in and said that he needed to take a quick shower. I told him that wasn’t necessary since he looked pretty good as is, and I’m OK with some man musk. He shrugged and said that it was my choice. He suggested that we set up the sling on the porch. The screens would keep the bugs away, we’d hear the river while we played, and being outdoors is always fun. That sounded great to me. He got the duffle bag with the sling in it, and we started to put it together. I noticed that he had a bigger bulge in his shorts than when I first got there, so I suggested that we get naked and finish assembling the sling. We both quickly discarded our clothes and started making out and feeling each other up. Daniel had a great body, with hair in all the right places. For me, that means that he had a hairy ass. That is my favorite to look at, play with, rim, or whatever else a guy wants to do. After we got back to finishing the sling, Daniel was crouched down, looking for something in the duffle bag. I got behind him and gave his hole a quick lick. He jumped but then set it right back down on my lips. He had that great musk from a day’s work, and I love that. Not wanting to distract too much, I gave his hole a few licks and then suggested that we get back to the sling. Once the sling was ready, Daniel asked if I’d like to smoke before we got to it. I asked him what we were going to smoke, and he said that he had lots of options. I asked if he had T, and he grinned broadly and walked inside. Seeing his naked body walk away was all my cock needed to get hard. He came back with a water pipe that was ready to go. He lit the torch, melted some down, and took a deep hit before passing it to me. I did the same but then shot gunned the smoke into his mouth. He was a great kisser, so we made out like that, naked and hard on the porch, with the sounds of nature all around us. We broke apart, smoked some more, and then he had me get in the sling. He immediately started rimming my ass, and he was good at it. I was moaning and groaning, and he was having a good time. My cock had shrunk due to the T, but my ass was more than ready for him. Luckily, his cock did not suffer from shrinking, and he was stroking it while he ate my ass. Then, Daniel stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. He added some lube and slid his cock inside me. He had a thick cock, not too long, but it felt great inside me. We fucked for a while, and he said that we needed to smoke some more, so I got out of the sling. We sat on some chairs and smoked a bit, feeling each other up. I got between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum, my ass, and the lube on his dick. When I buried my nose in his pubes, I came back with another great aroma. A hot, sexy man scent that I love. I suggested that I eat his ass. He climbed in the sling and, even in the low light, looked fucking awesome. I worked his hole, licking all around his hairy ass before focusing on the prize before me. I licked, probed, and sucked on his hole, savoring the taste and smell of a man. Daniel wanted to fuck, so he got out of the sling, I got in, and he shoved his hard cock inside me. He knew how to fuck, and we went at it for quite a while. He asked if he could breed me, and I said yes. He upped the thrusting and shoved in deep, groaning while he unloaded his cum in my ass. After, he slowly pumped my hole some more before pulling out. He sat on a chair that he positioned under the sling, looking at my freshly bred hole. He’d reach out to stroke it or stick a finger in while absentmindedly playing with his cock and, sometimes, his hole. Daniel told me he had a great time, and I thought things were over. I was getting ready to get out of the sling when he asked if I was into any other piggy play. Since he just bred my ass, he kind of already knew the answer. I told him that I liked ass-to-mouth, some piss play, and deep ass work. He stood up, came over, and fed me his cock when he asked if I’d ever been fisted. I said yes, and he asked if I was up for it tonight. Fuck, yeah! We smoked a little more before he started playing with my hole again. He had big hands, and we needed a lot of lube, but he got his hairy paw inside me. That night, we didn’t fist for too long since we had work in the morning, but he invited me over for another session this weekend.

Covered in t sweat and my cum. Oink oink brothers

Threw meds out again and need to let the virus take over again

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….

About 20 years ago, I had been playing with men for 10-15 years, getting sucked, and then next sucking. I was surprised how rapid the progression was. I just wanted to get a blow job that felt good, and a few months after starting all I wanted was a dick in my mouth. Does this happen to everyone? Well, of course, after cruising adult bookstores, parks and rest stops, I was presented with an ass one night. It was at a rest stop about 20 miles from my home (I still go there). Men were cruising in and out of the bathrooms and then across the way up the hill behind the big pine tree. One guy I had met in the bathroom door, followed me up the hill. I got down on my knees right away and begin to suck his big cock. It didn’t take long and he got down on his hands and knees and suck me as I knelt on the grass. When he got me hard, he turned around, and there it was a bare asshole, inviting me in. I had my pants at my ankles and my dick was hard, like a rock. But I got nervous, being my first time, and there were some people up here by the tree. I went kind of soft. So he turned around and sucked me hard again. I am an exhibitionist and I had been playing with blow jobs for years. It was in my head that night that “this is what I want to do, this is the next step.” This time as my bare cock entered his soft, wet Asshole, I put my hands on his hips and fucked hard. I had taken my shirt off and was, and effect, naked, while those two guys were milling up the hill, just 15 feet away. It made me so damn horny. I decided right there and then I’m gonna be a man fucker. This is what I want. I was stiff and hard in his asshole, feeling so good to finally having real and complete sex with a man. My thighs were slapping against his ass with a loud crack and he would moan, as I shoved it in hard. Then I felt it building up … all these years of my dick belonging to women, now, I felt it was where it should be. As I thrust my body against his, squirting every last bit of my white cum deep inside him, I knew that I had become a man who wants men. All I wanted from that point forward is a man in my mouth, a man in my ass, or my dick in a man. I changed that night, and I feel so good about it. I’m proud and happy to be here. I’m gay pig.

Safewords are not “training wheels”, and every experienced submissive in the BDSM lifestyle has one, and incorporates it as a matter of course in every scene negotiated with a Dominant. Every Dominant worthy of the name asks for, expects, and respects the safeword. Both parties expect that it will never be uttered, because of the trust they are placing in one another. The word is a safety precaution to avoid real harm, not a cop-out feature or signal of weakness. No submissive who takes his submission seriously will use his safeword unless at the end of need; its use will cause a sense of failure in both parties - in the Dominant, a sense of failure at mastery of his power, and a failure of due care, and in the submissive a failure to endure, and to serve. No scene is ever a contest to see what it takes for the Dominant to force the submissive to say his safeword. Such a thing would be abhorrent to anyone in the lifestyle. Those who say they don’t have one or refuse to use one a) are inexperienced, b) never engage in play that rises to the level in which a safeword would be remotely necessary, or c) are foolish. There is no ‘bragging right’ to be had in claiming that you have or use no safeword; it only says that you do not clearly communicate with your sex partners, and a discerning Dominant might well decline to interact with you if you say you don’t use one. My safeword is simply ‘Red’, because it’s more or less universally understood throughout the BDSM community even if it were not explicitly discussed in scene negotiation. I also use ‘Yellow’ as a ‘slow-down’ word in the way @hntnhole mentions above, though I am far from a novice; I use it (exceedingly sparingly) to allow a Dominant to fine-tune the subtleties of his technique as we spend time exploring and expanding the boundaries of my endurance. I have always made my safewords clear; I have never said ‘Red’ because I have used ‘Yellow’ to make sure I never needed to. Note: I do not employ my red word in vanilla sex, as most men outside the BDSM lifestyle do not understand the concept or its significance, and because if the kind of action that would prompt its use in BDSM occurs in a vanilla context, you’re most likely dealing with a sexual assault or rape, and no safeword is going to help you.

My friend came home from the navy for Thanksgiving yesterday . Hit me up asked me if I was down to chill. I had just got back from work and had nothing else going on so I went over. We chill, talks some to catch up on things then he straight up says yo let me hit that ass. I was like since when u into dudes like that? He had let me blow him when he was drunk before but never sober. He said his friend there showed him a thing or two and he knows my ass gonna make him bust a big one. By the time I could utter a word he had his dick out his sweats. He slid his dick down my throat and he moaned out how he as missed my wet mouth. In no time he was bricked up told me to get on my back with my legs up . He raw fucked me slow and deep and ended up taking me to pound town. After some time he came in me no warning. He said he wanted his cum flowing in me. He then kept fucking me for a long time before eventually he shot another load in me. I rode him for a third one before I left his place.

I was about 20 in an ABS in Caldwell, ID, and I had been there before and sucked and been sucked through the glory holds before. One night I went in, got some quarters and headed in back into a booth. I put in some quarters and looked through the hole into the next booth and saw a good.looking 6 inch cock, so I made all the right moves and he brought it over and pushed it into the hole and into my mouth. Delicious. Just what I wanted. After a few minutes he pulled back and sent me all the right signals. He wanted my dick, so I pulled down my pants and sent it through the hole. He had a very hot, very wet mouth. After 4 or 5 minutes I pulled back and motioned for his dick again. When it came through, i got back on my knees and continued where I left off. He really did have a lovely dick. Just the right length for sucking, beautiful taste and tons of sweet pre. Then he pulled back and motioned for me again. I had been to this place before. I was 20 and I had some experience, but all oral. I'd never had a boyfriend and this was not the place to find one. I'd never topped or bottomed. I pushed back through the hole and felt his hot wet mouth again. He was slobbering all over my dick. The glory hole was big enough that he reached through and started plying with my balls. I could see his lips when I opened my eyes and.looked down. And then it stopped. And I waited. Then I felt his hands. I thought he was going to go into hand job mode. I was a little disappointed. Then I felt his mouth again and closed my eyes. But it felt different. It felt tighter. Maybe he let someone else in the booth and this was someone else. It was so much tighter and so much hotter and it felt soooooo goooood. He pushed down as far as he could go up against the plywood partition and I looked and saw the top of his ass. He was fucking me through the glory hole and I was in heaven. I had no idea who this guy was but I was deep inside of him and he was making the whole booth rattle as he pumped himself back and forth on the wall. I reached up and grabbed the top of the partition, partly to keep myself from collapsing (my knees started getting shaky when I realized I was in this guy's ass) and partly to try to muffle the sound. I was struggling with my identity at the time. I wasn't sure who I was or what I wanted. I was also struggling with the fact that my first fuck was with a stranger and without a condom, but I put all that aside and started fucking him back. It didn't last long and about 60 seconds later I was cumming in his ass. He must have been able to tell because he pushed back and held himself tight to the wall as I pumped my load into him. It was 8 good spurts and 36 years later I can still remember every single one of them. It wasn't just a great first fuck, it is still one of the best I've ever had. Definitely in the top 5. After I came, he pulled off and I sat back down on the folding chair, panting and looking through the hole to see if I could finish him off (and maybe see his face), but he was pulling up his pants and leaving. It took me a minute or two to pull up my pants and collect myself and then I headed outside to see if I could connect with this guy. The ABS had an entrance on one of the main streets downtown and a more discreet entrance on the alley. I went out through the alley entrance and there was no one out there. I walked back to where I had parked and there were other people around, but I had no clue if one of them was my guy. I have fucked and been fucked lots since then, sometimes with condoms, mostly not. I understand it when a guy wants it wrapped, but that first really sspoiled me for bareback.

3rd pig in less than 12 hours. Fucking bull now

Husband was returning late yesterday evening from his vacation (meaning I had only one more night to host and play without restriction). Yesterday, I took 12 loads & gave 2. Texted my fwb Jason telling him I was in heat. He breed two loads into me over lunch. He was so excited to hit it first and did a great job opening me up, haha. Daddylicious fwb Howard came over. He knew I was preloaded. We made out and he felched them outta me. He gave me loads # 3 & 4. He then proceeded to suck me off. He was so turned on by that, he then gave me load # 5. After work, hot teacher Jesse came by. I miss making out with him and feeling his tight little latin body around mine. Load # 6. Hot dads school administrator Paul & artist Dan came by after work. Took turns wrecking me. Loads #7 & 8. Midwestern hottie Craig stopped by. It was so hot in my apt, we each had to shower and take a break. When we resumed, he planted #9 into me. Next, a 7pm foursome with young BBC Trey (new potential fwb), neighbor David, & salt & pepper Thomas came over. All of them fucked me & David bottomed for Trey too. Trey & David each bred me. #10 & 11. Side note: I’m going to fuck Trey this weekend; he did well in his first group with me. Looking fwd to growing our friendship; he’s so beautiful and a great kisser. Finally, retired executive Tom came over. Haven’t seen him in years since he moved to North Carolina. I forgot how fat his enormous thick Dick is. He bred me silly for load # 12. Afterwards, I fucked a hot muscle daddy. I moaned so loud as I erupted inside of him 😁 I’m sore, sleepy, and smiling as I write this. XD Hope you all are having as much fantastic, passionate Sex as I am. XOXO

It wasn't my intention for the post to do anything other than spark a chance for members to relate their experiences without glorifying the process. I struggled whether to post this in the general HIV health forum or in the backroom. I chose the general HIV health forum to be able to cut to the chase quicker and to keep fictional details and fantasizing to a minimum.

My initiation into piss play was a surprise. I was playing with my fuck buddy and we were in our third day. I can tell you for sure we were definitely wasted. I was still a new player and my "Trainer" was the guy I was playing with. He had taken a clean cut vanilla sex guy and in one night turned me in to a cum sucking leather whore dog. We had been playing weekly for about three months and on this night he said I would be getting a surprise. Well I was all a twitter about it . Being very much "adjusted" made me like a little kid at Christmas. Finally he asked me if I wanted anything to drink and me having been sweating like a dog in heat naturally said yes. He went to the kitchen and returned several minutes later with a bottle of "beer". I took it and immediately took a large swig of the contents. It was not beer and at first I thought it was some kind of power drink. Then I realized what it was. My buddy started laughing and said I had to drink the whole bottle or pack up and go home. I hesitated for what seemed like an hour (it was about 15 seconds) and started drinking. After several swigs my dick started to get hard. I was a piss drinking convert. My buddy came to me grabbed the bottle which was still about half full and poured it over my head. I loved it. It wasn't long before I was getting piss down my throat, up my ass and pissing in and on my buddy. I love being a Nasty Piss Whore Dog.

This is a good story. Secluded house with a sling set up on a porch. Hot.

My first fuck was bare. Then was a strict condoms only guy, but when I started visiting saunas, usually slightly intoxicated and still closeted, I went bare again as it made me feel good, slutty and sleazy. But still condoms when doing a ‘proper’ hookup. But started dating an older man/daddy who convinced me to go bare with him, he was undetectable. He showed me it was what I really wanted and he helped me get to be my real sleazy self.

Let’s be very, very clear that the OP’s topic title is an inquiry about how long one would normally expect an untreated HIV infection to develop to late-stage disease, that is, AIDS. The title does not imply that there is a good or preferred time for an HIV-positive person to choose to let his condition deteriorate to AIDS. It’s never “time to let it happen”. (And if the OP did mean to imply that, the topic has no place on the health board.) The time from seroconversion to diagnosis of AIDS will vary based on a number of factors, with a median of 12 years within a range of 9 months to 20 years. In my case, I believe the process took just over three years, from my hospitalization for seroconversion illness to my hospitalization in which I was diagnosed with AIDS.

I'm trying to get better. Some days are okay then some days either trauma, dysphoria, or depression or even all three hit. Some days I find myself standing on my bridge looking down trying to find a reason not to jump off. My list of reasons to keep going is getting longer, so that's progress 🤗🤗

I couldn't help but picture the cast of "bad Santa" with Billy Bob Thornton....there was a scene he took a Big gal into the dressing room and butt fucked her.... she said "I won't shit right for a week." Looking forward to reading the next chapter or two.

Fill me up after a hot and sweaty cycle ride

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.

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

I want the cock in my mouth. I've had guys try to shoot at my open mouth and miss it completely. Sort of a waste of a good load, in my opinion. I also prefer it not so deep that it's in my throat because I like to taste it as it floods my mouth and hold the load in my mouth until he has pulled out. But once he's cum, and before he can pull out, I'll take the cock all the way to my throat again. That usually draws out another moan or two.

Part 6 I didn't see TJ for a few days until he showed up at my door Thursday evening holding a duffel bag. He smelled horrible and looked even worse. His long hair was filthy and stringy and he was covered in dirt. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which wasn't far from the truth. Without a word I let him into my apartment and he moved to my couch. "On the floor!" I ordered him. "You're not sitting your filthy ass on my couch!" He dropped to his knees and sat down looking dejected and pathetic. I sat on the couch and offered him the loaded bong. He smiled up at me as he took it. After a few hits, he told me what was going on. It turns out that he had gone home to take a shower. His roommates, seeing him covered in dried cum and smelling like a cheap whore, knew he was tweaking hardcore and kicked him out right on the spot. They threw his clothes and his skateboard out the window and that was that. He was homeless. He spent the next few days and nights on the street, sleeping where he could. He had sold his skateboard to get a little bit of money for food, but that quickly ran out. He didn't know what else to do, so he turned to me for help. Big mistake. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for to finally finish what I had been working towards for weeks. I looked down on him and said, "You know, if I let you stay here, we're going to have to work out some way for you to pay me." "I know," he meekly replied. "I've already thought about it. I'm willing to suck your cock whenever you want. I'll suck your friends cocks too. Just please, can you help me out?" I didn't say a word as I fished my cock out of my shorts. After all, I wasn't agreeing to his terms, he just didn't know mine yet. He leaned forward and took me into his mouth. He really did a good job of sucking me, he was a natural at it. In no time flat I was feeding him another one of my dirty loads. Then I told him to take a shower. As he was cleaning days of dirt and grime off his skinny pale body, I prepared the bedroom for TJ's fate. By the time he finished his shower, I was back on the couch with 4 fat lines prepared on the mirror. I handed him a rolled up bill and he snorted down 2 of them like the junky he was becoming. I snorted the other 2 and sat back on the couch, enjoying the site of the naked teenager on my couch. I handed him the loaded pipe and told him to smoke the whole thing. As he blew out a big white cloud, I picked up some restraints I had beside the couch. "What are those?" He asked as a puzzled look crossed his face. "Just some leather accessories." I told him. "I've decided that cock sucking will only be one of your duties. You will also serve as my houseboy. You know, just some cleaning, lite cooking, laundry, stuff like that. But you have to wear a uniform." "Ok," he shrugged, blowing out another big cloud. My hands trembled a bit as I leaned down and attached the first restraint to his hairy ankle. So close, I was getting so close! I quickly had the second restraint around his other ankle. As he was torching the bowl for another hit, I reached up and attached first one, then the other restraint to his wrists. He barely paid attention as he concentrated on the bowl. As he blew out another big hit, I wrapped a collar around his neck, and buckled it. TJ just went with the flow and didn't question anything. After all, he was getting high again, and that's all he cared about. I sat back to enjoy the site before me. The black leather contrasted so beautifully with his pale skin. He looked every bit the perfect little piece of trash that he was. He looked at me with wide, saucer like eyes and I knew he was ready. Even if he wasn't, I was. "Come with me." I said, standing him up. "I'm going to show you one of your duties." He stood up and followed me to the bedroom, completely oblivious of what was about to happen to him. I pretended I was going to show him how to make my bed, and as soon as I had his right wrist in the corner, I had it attached to the chain on my headboard. "What the fuck?" He started. "What the fuck is going on?" I didn't say a word. I just pushed him onto the bed and jumped on his back, holding him down. He struggled beneath me, shouting "Let me go! Please! Don't do this!" He begged. I ignored him and soon had his other wrist attached as well. Now he wasn't going anywhere. He continued to yell and beg and plead, and as much as that turned me on, I didn't want the neighbors to hear his screams. I picked up a ball gag and forced it into his mouth, stifling his pleas. He kicked at me as I tried to secure his legs, but I just sat on them to hold them still as I attached them to more chains. After a bit more struggling, I stood up and looked down on my prize. TJ struggled hard trying to free himself as he yelled into the gag. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he realized there was no escape. I just enjoyed the site of my skater boy spread eagled and helpless, his legs spread apart, displaying his defenseless hairy ass. I shoved a shard up his ass as I lubed up my 11 inch monster. I also rubbed some fine powder all over his puckered hole. TJ moaned as he felt the burning. That was nothing compared to the burning he would soon feel! I took a bandana and poured some poppers on it and tied it around TJ's nose. Soon his body relaxed a bit as his head went into orbit. I placed the head of my dick against TJ's virgin hole. It was met with resistance, but I didn't care. I gave one really hard push, and my head popped past his anal ring. TJ's head flew back and his back arched as he screamed, but I didn't stop. I held onto his hips and continued pushing myself into him. Sweat covered his body and fresh tears streamed from his eyes as he half screamed and half sobbed into the gag. I had about three more inches to go when I felt some more resistance deep inside of him. I knew I was at his second sphincter. I grabbed his shoulders and used every bit of power I could muster and slammed myself all the way into him. TJ screamed and passed out. I held myself in the kid while I slapped his face a few times, and eventually he came back around. He just moaned in pain as I laid buried in him. I pulled out, enjoying seeing the red streaks that covered my cock. I knew I had tore the kid a bit, and that made me smile. TJ breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his hole being emptied, but it was short lived. I grabbed a prepared rig and a rubber hose, then I forced my cock all the way back into my skater boy. I tied off his bicep and twisted his arm so the good part was available and I saw a nice plump vein sticking up. Then I leaned into his ear. "Now, your going to feel a little prick in your arm, and if you know what's good for you, you won't move a muscle or you could get really hurt. Do you understand?" TJ shook his head yes. Then, with all 11 inches of myself buried in the kid, I swabbed his arm and very carefully stuck the needle in. TJ didn't flinch as I drew back to register blood, then slowly pushed the plunger down, administering a huge slam to the already fucked up boy. Then I pulled off the rubber hose and threw it and the needle aside. This was the moment I been waiting for. TJ's body went ridged as he started to cough. I just started fucking him as the rush went through his young body. I pulled about 5 inches out before slamming myself back in balls deep. Over and over I pounded his insides, my large p.a. battering his intestines. TJ started to moan in pleasure as my cock tore into him. I removed the ball gag and TJ just mumbled some gibberish. He grunted and moaned louder, like the cheap little whore he was, but was unable to form words, only pleasure sounds. I pounded his straight boy ass for 15 minutes before I started to feel the oncoming orgasm. I grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back as I let out long groan and pumped the first dirty load of this kids life into his wrecked innards. I collapsed onto him as my cock drained every bit of its seed into TJ. I eventually pulled out, admiring the pink slime covering my dick. TJ's hole already gaped open a bit and was an angry red colour. I grabbed my phone and called Paul. "Get over here!" I told him. "I just fucked the kid and he's ready for more cock!"

Part 5 TJ sat back on the couch as he rubbed his sore jaw. "I guess there's gonna more of that huh?" He asked. "Oh yea." I replied. "I told you this shit ain't cheap. If you want it, you've gotta earn it. He just sat there, not saying a word. "Now tell me, honestly, was it that bad? You really seemed to get into it there. Like you were really enjoying it." "It wasn't so bad, I guess." He replied. "I guess I thought it would be grosser." "And what about my cum?" "Well, that wasn't as gross as I thought either. I guess I'll have to get used to that huh?" "If you want to get high you do. Tit for tat." I said. "You'll learn that when you're sucking a man off, it's his right to cum wherever he wants to. If he wants to cum in your mouth, it's his right. If he wants to pull it out and cum on you, that's his right too." TJ just sat there looking at me with his fucked up eyes, not realizing what I was actually telling him. That I was going to use his mouth however I want, if he wants the drugs. "Now go get dressed!" We have an errand to run." In no time flat we were in the car heading to a friend's apartment. I had told TJ I was out of T, which I wasn't, and that we needed more. My friend was going to act like my supplier. It would be a while before I took him to my real dealer, who was a huge black dude. He was not ready for that. Yet. I parked the car and soon we were knocking on my friends door. Paul opened the door and smiled when he saw TJ. He ushered us in and into the living room. Paul's apartment was nothing special. Dingy, with some beat up old furniture. Paul was a 30 year old construction worker with a solid construction workers body. He actually used to be a priest, but he left the priesthood when he was 26. He decided he could no longer deny the gay, leather loving, cum loving, cock craving fag he was. I met him when he was 27, when he was still a condom queen. I was the first to introduce him to the party lifestyle, and soon I was fucking his tweaked up hole on a regular basis, raw of course. When he got the fuck flu, he knew I was the one that infected him, since he didn't let other guys do it raw. He of course refused to have anything else to do with me. It was just by chance that I ran into him in a bar, since I don't go to them much myself. When he saw me, he came and gave me a big hug, and thanked me for pozzing him. He said it allowed him to become the true pig he always knew he was. We celebrated by getting high as fuck and going to the bathhouse where I restrained him in the sling, blindfolded, and he was gangbanged all night long. Once I saw him naked, and I saw the big scorpion tattoo on his muscular pecs, I realized I had actually seen him here before quite a few times in the sling, but he usually had a leather hood on. So TJ sat on the ratty couch as Paul and I went into the bedroom to pretend to do business. There was a loaded pipe sitting on the coffee table, a total set up for TJ. When we came out, TJ was still on the couch, but sure enough, Paul's pipe had been moved. "Did you touch my pipe?" He asked TJ aggressively. TJ just looked at him and slowly nodded yes. "Did you smoke out of it?" He asked, raising his voice. An intimidated TJ replied with a weak voice, "I only took two hits, I swear! I didn't think you would mind." Paul moved like a flash. He grabbed TJ and yanked him off the couch throwing him against the wall and choking him with his forearm. He may have been 2 inches shorter than TJ, but he easily overpowered the skinny kid with sheer muscle. TJ just had a look of pure terror on his face. Paul got his face inches from TJ's and shouted at him. "Don't you EVER touch my shit without permission boy! Do you understand?" A very frightened TJ responded with a weak, "yes sir." "What!?" Shouted Paul as he grabbed TJ's balls and squeezed. "Yes SIR!" Replied TJ as he winced in pain. Paul threw him to the floor. "Well, I think you owe me something for that you little punk! You're gonna suck my cock!" "I don't do that." TJ whimpered. Paul grabbed TJ's long hair and yanked his head back painfully. "The hell you do you little thief!" He spat in his ear. "You stole from me, now take your fucking clothes off or I'll beat the crap out of you!" TJ started to remove his clothes with a shakey hand. He didn't move fast enough and Paul leaned down and pulled the boys clothes off so that a naked TJ was trembling on the dirty carpet. Paul grabbed his pipe and walked to the other side of the room and stood there. "Now crawl over here to me." He told the boy. Paul held out the pipe. "Crawl to me and you'll get a reward." I just sat in a chair and watched Paul do his magic. He was a damn good top when he wanted to be. "Come on boy. Crawl over here." Paul said, dangling the pipe. TJ succumbed to the lure of the pipe and crawled to where Paul stood. "That's a good boy." Paul crooned as he handed the pipe to TJ. The naked teenager knelt before Paul and accepted the pipe from him. He lit the torch and soon took a large hit. Paul took back the pipe as TJ exhaled. "Good boy. Now undo my pants and you'll get another hit. But you have to use your teeth." TJ moved his head toward Paul's crotch and started pulling on his jeans at the waist. Luckily they were button ups, and TJ had that task quickly done, and received another hit. "Now," continued Paul, "pull down my jeans, then with your teeth, pull down my jockstrap." TJ did what he was told. It was so hot watching this straight kid submit to a man. And I know he got a real good smell of Paul's raunchy jock. Once Paul's jock was around his ankles, TJ reached for Paul's pipe, thinking he would get a reward. "No no, you greedy little whore." He admonished the boy, "I didn't say you would get a reward for that. Now, do you want another hit before you suck daddy's cock?" TJ looked up and whispered, "Yes please Sir." "Ok, I want you to ask to suck my cock. Say, Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" TJ paused for a moment before he quietly replied, "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" "I can't hear you." "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" He asked in a loud voice this time. "Yes boy, you may." Said Paul, handing TJ the pipe. "Take two hits this time." TJ took two big hits, then handed the pipe to Paul. "Now start sucking!" He commanded the boy. TJ wrapped one hand around the base of Paul's cock and placed it in his mouth. Paul has the best dick to break a boys throat in. 7 inches, and not very fat. Just enough to get past a boys tonsils and in his throat. Paul hit the pipe as he watched the straight boy, that had just whored himself out for a few hits, work over his cock. TJ was doing great for his second cock, and it almost seemed that he liked being submissive. Paul set down the pipe and held TJ's head as he forced his full length into the boy. TJ tried to resist, but was no match for Paul. Soon his face was buried in Paul's pubes as he wretched and gagged. Paul pulled him off and TJ gasped for air as he spit up phlegm. Then Paul forced TJ's head back down to his pubes again as the boy choked and gagged some more. He kept repeating this until TJ started getting used to it and was able to suppress his gag reflex. A born cock sucker! Then Paul held TJ's head tight as he started to skull fuck him. He would pull almost all the way out then ram it back in hard. He did it over and over while TJ struggled for air, getting in gasps where he could. Eventually, Paul started fucking TJ's face faster and faster until he buried his dick and held it there. He let out a growl as the boy flailed on his dick and he started pumping his load right down TJ's throat. I could see TJ's throat muscles swallowing Paul's dirty semen as he tried not to drown in it. When Paul had finished, he pushed TJ off his dick onto the carpet. "Now boy, are ever going to steal again?" "No Sir." TJ croaked through his battered throat, wiping spit and snot and cum off of his face. "You better not boy!" He said. "Next time I'll show you what actual punishment is!" He took his pipe and added some more Tina to it and handed it to TJ. "Here, smoke this up, you earned it." TJ took the pipe and looked as happy as a pig in shit as he sat there, cross legged and smoked it all. He must have gotten 6 or 7 big hits on it while he sat there, oblivious to the future plans Paul and I were making for him. Soon a VERY spun TJ and I were back in the car, driving across town. I'm sure he thought we were going back to my place. He was very wrong. This kid was fucked up beyond reason, and I wasn't going to waste it. In no time, we had parked and I led an oblivious TJ to my favourite bookstore. This one you just paid an upfront fee and you were good for three hours. No pesky quarters to worry about. And we got there at 10pm. The perfect time on a Saturday night. He looked a little scared as we entered the arcade, but then again he was tweaking hardcore. I guided him through the little maze of booths until we got to one of them that had glory holes on both sides. I told him to strip, which he did without question. I couldn't wait until I could really explore this submissive side to him. I sat on the little chair in the room and pulled the now naked boy into my lap. I opened a new bottle of poppers and held it while TJ took 4 huge hits. Soon a hard cock was poking through one of the holes. "I don't want to do this." He said as soon as his cloudy head figured out what was going on. "Come on boy. Suck off five cocks and you'll get a little treat." I said, dangling a bag of Tina in front of him. "Suck off ten cocks, and there's a fat bag of weed with your name on it." "Yes Sir." He said as he sunk to his knees and crawled to the awaiting cock. I sat back stroking my big cock as I watched my trashy little straight skater boy suck the cocks of total strangers. Once he started, any inhibitions he may have had about sucking cock were long gone. He eagerly sucked each cock that came through the holes and swallowed every load. True to word, after 5 cocks, I told him it was treat time. I laid out a couple of small lines on the dirty cement floor. I handed him a rolled up bill, and he dutifully snorted the lines off the filthy floor of an adult bookstore. Fucking trash. Without even pausing, he started sucking the next cock that came through a hole. I took a little shard and stuck it up his ass. He moaned and gyrated as the T burned his insides. Then I started finger fucking him while he was sucking anonymous dicks. I took out a little thing of lube that I always carry with me and soon had two fingers sliding in and out. By the time he took cock number 10, I had three fingers in his virgin boy hole. And not once did he object. He had taken his 10th cock by 11:30, and we still had an hour and a half. Of course I didn't want to waste my time, and TJ was obviously into sucking any cock he could, so we stayed. After he had drained a couple more cocks I decided I needed some relief myself, but I didn't want to stop TJ from what he was so obviously enjoying, so I went on the prowl hoping one of my regular cumdumps might be around. And as luck would have it, I ran into Tony. He was a skanky 26 year old drug addict and a total bottom. He had been turned out in prison. I liked him because he was small, only 5'6", and no matter how much he got fucked, his little ass gripped my giant cock like a fist. He was skinny and pale with a shaved head and covered in tattoos. And not nice ones either, prison like tattoos. I took him to my booth just as TJ was swallowing his 14th(?) anonymous load. He just looked at us with wild eyes, but didn't say a word. I told Tony to strip and piled his clothes on top of TJ's. I laid out two lines for each of them. Thin ones for TJ, and two fat ones for Tony. Both of the whores snorted the T off of the disgusting floor. TJ went back to sucking cocks. I lubed up my cock and kicked the door open. I felt like having an audience. I don't think TJ even noticed at his point. I sat on the chair and took a nice size shard and shoved it right up into Tony's ass. Then I sat him on my cock, facing away from me. He instantly started riding my huge cock, all the way to the base. Men walked by and stopped to watch the show. Some jerked their cocks. I had two of them shoot their loads onto TJ's head, into his hair. I fucked Tony in a couple different positions before I couldn't hold back and I flooded his guts with my diseased cum. When I finished, I offered his ass up to anyone that wanted it. An elderly man stepped into the booth. I stepped into the hallway and watched as the old man stuck his dick into the willing hole while TJ sucked cock like it was going out of style. Two more people fucked Tony and added their cum to the cumdump. I couldn't wait until TJ was the cumdump. TJ swallowed what I guessed was a about his 20th load. Finally, at 1am, it was time to leave. There weren't a lot of guys left anyway. I told the boys to get dressed and told Tony he was coming with me. I was still horny and needed a boy who could take it rough. Once we got home, I gave TJ his promised fat sack of weed and kicked him out the door. In no time flat, I had double slammed Tony and had my fist buried deep in his cum filled guts.

This is always a difficult topic for me- I was infected in 1988 but was not diagnosed until about 10-11 years later- so I have lived OVER half my 71 years with this HIV-virus in my blood and body- and the previous post about 'the miracle' of modern science that has made it possible for so many of us to live so very much longer than the odds-makers would have given us at the beginning of this epidemic- and there are days when I think how much simpler it would be if I had never been infected- BUT I WAS and I have to live with the consequences EVERY DAY- med holidays and missed doses are not a good way to make your life more interesting- not sure WHAT I am trying to get to here- other than the fact that such major changes in so many lives can be difficult and we need to be respectful of all points of view while respecting the limits of what you can post online and personal behaviors we can encourage ( or not) in other people- it's NEVER easy and we must always keep the best possible visions of what life can be for us- BUT in the end I can only think about my youngest brother who died from AIDS in 1996- just as effective AIDS-drugs were becoming available- its for him and so many of my dear departed friends whose lives were cut short by this incredible, disastrous disease that I take my meds every day! BLESSINGS!!

@BootmanLA Didn't you hear? The transporter room as portrayed in Star Trek has been perfected and we can be anywhere we want to be! LOL

For me… is that there is nothing between me and the man who is in me…I feel more complete with an unsheathed cock in me and knowing that I am receiving his load in my body.

Yesterday at my favorite bathhouse I sucked two cocks and got fucked three times in a matter of 45 minutes. Two of the cocks were big and thick and fucked me hard, I would have stayed longer but there were two cock blocking guys that followed me around and just wanted to talk. I always find that super annoying. The funny thing is one of the big cocks that fucked me came into my room soft and wanted me to suck him to get hard, as I was sucking he kept growing bigger and bigger until I thought shit he’s gonna be to big for my ass.

GI-Joe had a fire years ago and it open up again. I was always worried of another fire when I went to GI-Joe BB sex happens everywhere and now sauna Centreville and Oasis will be busier. I've had BB sex at Oasis and Centreville, in the dark room.

I am looking forward to hearing about the weekend in the woods, chapter 1 is really hot.

As a top bisexual I tend to cum in 10 mintes but I don’t stop fucking I keep going I like the feel of a soaking ass as I’m still fucking it n another 15 mintes go by before I cum again n keep on fucking this time harder n deeper

Tight holes can be hard to open up and can be an unsatisfying fuck. I much prefer a loose asshole I can go balls deep in one thrust. I love fucking a loose asshole thinking about all the cocks that came before me and fucked it wide open.

I've had it from 2 seconds to hours. Every top is different.

When I do anon pump&go sessions I ask the bottom in advance what he prefers. A really big load which means I fuck them, drop a load and only last 3-5 minutes or if they prefer longer fuck sessions. If they want a long fuck I can do 15-20 minutes but that also means smaller amouts of cum as I can only achieve 15 minutes of active fucking if I have already fucked/came 4-5 times before. I ask the bottom what they want and schedule my anon visits to go to all the pump and dumps first and keep the long fucks for last. Most important factor impacting my stamina during fucking is a) the more cum they already have inside the hotter I get and b) verbal bottoms

I want just the head in my mouth - with my lips wrapped tight around his cock so none of the sperm gets out - then I love the feel against the back of my throat if he cums strong - and I like to feel and taste it on my tongue when it just seeps out slowly - then I swallow.

Just realised I answered my own question.

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.

There were a number of men's rooms at my university's that were cruisy. One in particular had a large opening in between stalls where the toilet paper dispensers had been removed by someone. It was large enough that it was really easy to suck guys off. I didn't fuck often but at the time the few times I did I only topped and always with a condom. I had tried to take dick but it hurt too much. I wanted desperately to bottom so I bought a dildo from an adult bookstore and began practicing at home learning to relax and stretch my hole. One day I was cruising and a black guy sat in the adjacent stall. I did the toe tap and he responded. Next he stood up and stuck his dick through the opening. It was big a beautiful and I began sucking him. It tasted great and he had the most wonderful scent. He asked me if I wanted to go someplace more quiet and I told him yes. We left and i followed him to a stair hall at the end of the corridor. We climbed the stair and at the top there was an empty landing that led to a mechanical room. No one ever went there. We dropped our pants and began to kiss. He was an awesome kisser. He asked if he could fuck me. I was little scared but wanted him so bad. I sucked his dick getting it wet and bent over holding the railing. He spit on his dick and started to press my hole. It hurt as I was still dry. I pulled forward turned around and wet his dick some more then spit on my fingers to wet my hole. I bent over and as he poked my hole he handed me poppers. That did the trick as soon he was balls deep. I'd turn around and kiss him while he fucked me and his moans were so hot. Soon he was moaning louder and went balls deep and stopped as I felt his dick pulsating. He stayed in me for a minute then pulled out and I could see some of his nut hit the floor. We quickly dressed and left. I went to class with his nut in me. At the end of the day I went back to the mens room forced the cum out and used it to jerk off

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

Taken the last time I went to a bathhouse ouse

It happens if you raw fuck - not a big issue for me tbh

It wasn’t my last time, but it was a notable time. Attended porn star Hans Berlin’s gang bang earlier this week. Breed him good & made out with him too. I think I was load #3? XD

Part 9 Hunter (2013) “And how do you expect us to get to Senator Gregory White?” Matt had just told me about the man he wanted us to wishbone. Sure, I’d heard of Senator Gregory White, a Republican politician who spoke out against the gay community. He was an attractive man in his forties, the type of man I’d go after if I saw him in a bar, but it would be unlikely to find this man in a gay bar unless he was picketing outside. That’s why I found myself stunned when Matt made him our target. “It may or may not surprise you,” Matt said, “that the senator isn’t as pristine or honest as he presents himself to be.” “Yes, I’d be shocked to find out a politician isn’t what he says he is,” I said. “What exactly do you know about Senator White that’ll have me inside him and him inside you?” “I know that he’s a closeted gay man,” Matt said. “A lot are,” I told him. “I just fucked one in Kansas. Something tells me that he was an easier fuck than any senator could be.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Matt said. “I have a friend who works for an agency that supplies, let’s say, the right fucks for the right price.” “And is this friend someone you claimed?” Matt smiled. “It has its added perks beyond the obvious. Now I have someone who can get me valuable information. It seems Senator White likes to have both men and women come to his apartment in secret, though, as of late, there has been an uptake for what he calls a ‘third listing’ fuck.” “What’s that?” “It’s our specialty,” Matt said. “You see, he likes dominating men, just like he does with women, fucking the shit out of them until they can’t walk the next day.” “I’m sure you’re excited for that experience.” “But he also likes getting fucked. It’s a punish-and-be-punished situation. He fucks me while you fuck him.” “Our wishboning made easy,” I said. “But, if you haven’t noticed, we don’t work for this company, and we don’t know when he’ll be needing us.” “He’s created a bit of a pattern,” Matt said. “Whenever he’s up for election or has been struggling against falling numbers, he gets what he calls “aches” inside him. These aches are his inner gay slut coming out, needing to fuck and get fucked. From what I know, we’re reaching that time.” “So, it’s all chance?” I asked. “I’m not sticking around for months just to compete against you for a senator.” “It’s not exactly chance,” Matt said. “His assistant is another dick I claimed. His wife fucked White behind his back, and I managed to get to the assistant’s cock before anyone else could. He’s been setting the senator up with interviews and situations that will definitely bring about his aching. In a few days, he’s set for another interview, and his numbers, as I’ve seen, are shit. It’s perfect. I’ve set it up so that whenever he calls for his “third listing,” we’ll be ready to step in and start wishboning his ass.” I smiled, admiring the pride radiating off Matt. As he explained his plan, his dick grew hard, leaking pre-cum. “I’ve always seen myself as a devious fucker,” I told him, “but I’ve got to admit that this plan is significantly more layered than anything I’ve ever done.” “And we aren’t just doing it for ourselves,” Matt said. “If we can get to Senator White, we can expose him for who he really is and remove his toxicity through our own toxicity. He’ll no longer be able to corrupt once we’ve corrupted him.” “That,” I added, “or he’ll manage to fuck all the other men in his party, giving us a sizeable legion of men to our cause.” “It’s a win-win,” Matt said. “Now, all we have to do is sit back and wait.” I stepped forward, grabbed Matt’s dick and squeezed. “Until then. Let’s get reacquainted.” __ Three Days Later I opened the briefcase, revealing a ball gag, a flog, three harnesses, a collar, and a leash. Senator White looked up at Matt and I and smiled. Welcome to the “third listing,” I thought. Matt and I had been briefed on what Senator White liked and didn’t like by Matt’s man within Pidyn Corp. We knew what he expected, but we also knew when we’d turn the tables and make the night our own. For the time being, we’d have our fun, but once the moment came, we were prepared to make our move and compete for the senator’s time. “It’s time, sir,” I said, taking the gag out of the briefcase. “Open.” “About damn time,” Senator White said, stepping forward and opening his mouth. I slipped the ball inside his mouth, Matt stepping behind him and strapping it tightly in place. I ran my hands along the straps that ran over his cheeks, feeling his beard beneath. He was a handsome man. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t change and simply accept the type of man he was. Normally, my fucking was done with a selfish intent, but now, I’d be using my dick to punish a man who punished the very men he fucked over. Karma, I suppose. “I believe it’s time to relocate, sir,” Matt said, leaning down and whispering in the man’s ear. He licked his ear and then playfully bit, causing Senator White to shudder. “Will you come willingly, or should we attach the leash now?” Senator White shook his head, his eyes showing the hunger he had for us. He brought us back to his bedroom where I spread the briefcase’s contents out on the bed. As I did so, I admired the room’s contents. It was a nice room, proving he had money. I knew this apartment to be only one of his residences; if I managed to claim him, I’d definitely look into making this one of my stops whenever traveling across the country. After all, I didn’t just fuck men for their time; it was also good to have men who served me. “Time to strip down,” I said, taking the flog in hand. “We need to get sir looking his best.” Matt grabbed the man’s suitcoat and pulled it off his body with force, catching the senator off guard. I watched intently, moving my fingers through the flog’s lashes. Senator White’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t afraid. I saw in him a desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond the limits he previously knew. “And this tie,” I said, stepping forward and moving my hand up his chest, pulling the tie into my grasp. “I think we’ll find use for this.” I slipped it off his neck, noticing the man’s Adam’s apple quiver. “Nervous?” The senator shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He was definitely going to be one of ours by the end of the night. There was no chance for escape. Matt grabbed his shirt and tore it off, buttons flying across the room, shocking the senator and creating a sudden fear in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed his face, holding his gaze steady. My eyes focused on his, commanding him to pay attention. “However you’ve been treated before, sir, will pale in comparison to what we will do with you tonight. You are a rich, powerful man. For tonight, we will take control. Do you understand, sir?” Senator White’s eyes remained wide as he studied my face, starting full of fear, then anger, then lust. His chest was heaving with the excitement of the moment. “That’s good, sir,” I said, releasing his face. Matt pulled off his undershirt, revealing a strong, hairy chest on which there were already small tattoos present. One appeared to be the letters of whatever fraternity house he had been a member of in college. Another was of handwriting, spelling the name “Tess.” “Who was Tess?” I asked, tossing the flog onto the bed and grabbing one of the harnesses. It was a bulldog harness, leaving two chain harnesses for Matt and me. “An ex-girlfriend? Your first time?” Matt managed to secure the harness over the senator’s chest while I crouched down and faced the man’s bulging crotch. I ran my hand along it, feeling his size. He was impressive. I undid his belt and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down, my eyes set on the senator’s eyes which looked down at me with a strong desire. “Are you aching?” I asked, grabbing his belt loops and pulling his pants down. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Senator White nodded his head, almost pleading for me to ease his ache. I left his pants around his ankles and cupped his bulge, feeling his balls which moved under my touch. “I would, but I’m a traditional top. The only cock being sucked is my own.” I stood up and faced him. I ran my hand across his face, tapping a finger on the ball within his mouth. “I don’t think you’ll manage to suck any dick with that in your mouth, but that’s alright. We aren’t here for you to suck cock, are we?” Senator White shook his head, his hands reaching forward and grabbing his crotch. “I think we’re ready,” Matt said. “Good.” I stepped back from the senator and looked him over. A large wet spot was spreading across his underwear, proving him to be desperate for our touch. “Kneel on the ground.” As the senator kneeled down, Matt and I removed our suitcoats and our shirts, making sure to display our strong, dominant bodies to the man who was on the ground looking like a dog waiting for a treat. With that in mind, I grabbed the collar off the bed and pulled it around his neck, making it slightly too tight, causing the skin beneath to go red. I watched as his Adam’s apple hit against the collar, causing slight discomfort. I smiled. “Looks like we’ve got a good dog on our hands,” Matt said, revealing his naked body. Since his tattoo was on his back, it was easier for him to hide his toxicity, but he managed to keep his back out of sight. “I think he needs to go for a little walk before we start.” As Matt attached the leash, I stripped the remainder of my clothes, pulling on an added piece of attire not supplied by Pidyn. Matt had given me a leather band to wear around my arm, hiding enough of my tattoo to keep the senator ignorant. Pidyn tested their workers for diseases, meaning their clients could trust on a clean fuck, but since we’d wormed our way into the session, we knew Senator White wouldn’t suspect anything as long as we were careful. I pulled the band on while the senator was distracted, Matt walking him around the room like a dog. “I don’t want to see you behind me,” Matt said, pushing the man forward as he crawled across the floor. He looked at me and winked. “Are we ready?” “We are,” I said, my leather band secured along with my chain harness. Senator White turned as he crawled along the floor, seeing my full naked form for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he saw my hardening cock which was starting to drip precum. While I would normally have his nose buried in my pubic hair, breathing me in and tasting my pre, it would create an advantage over Matt. We agreed to play fair, though I knew my thick, monster of a cock was already giving me an edge over Matt as this pathetic man was already desiring me and what I’d give him. “Crawl to me,” I said, pointing down on the ground with one hand while my other grabbed the flog. The senator moved forward, eyes following me as I walked around him, letting the lashes run over his naked back. “Has someone been bad?” Senator White nodded, moaning through the gag. Matt smiled at me, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling the man’s head and neck back, arching his back. As he did so, I brought the flog down, whipping the senator’s back. “GAH!” the senator cried, shaking slightly from the sting. For a moment, I was worried that my enthusiasm had gotten the better of me, but I saw the man look back at us and nod his head, urging us to continue. “Do you want more?” Senator White nodded. I brought it down again, causing his back to grow red with each lashing. I wouldn’t draw blood, but I would make sure he’d feel the impact for days after. Then again, he’d be feeling the impact of that night regardless. Matt and I took turns torturing the man who spoke out against us on the news but then submitted to us in the bedroom. I found my cock aching from how hard I was watching this man suffer, but I also knew that he was getting pleasure out of our punishment. We needed to make this man pay, and that time was fast approaching. “Have you had enough?” I asked, watching Matt bring the flog down again, the leash held tight in his other hand. I stepped down on the senator’s hands, my balls pressed against the man’s forehead. The man moaned something we couldn’t understand, but Matt and I knew our time had finally come. Let the games begin.

I like to keep a top's cum in my mouth until he finishes cumming, and then swallow with his cock still in my mouth. I love the taste of fresh cum.

I would start off with a weekly goal of at least 8-12 loads per week. That is what my goal is and even if you fall short, you are still getting fucked and filled regularly.

Dear god … I’m on Tele gram several times a week. I’m a member of several groups (honestly, way toooo many groups). And sometimes the groups are so active, the conversations with individuals get pushed down so far I don’t always see them. In fact, earlier this afternoon, there were a couple of messages. I failed to reply to from three days ago. So if it was me, or if I’ve ever failed to reply to a message to anyone else, I really really apologize. all of that notwithstanding, web all fucking hate it when we get ghosted, especially when I’m in the middle of a conversation with them. I’m sure there are many reasons they do it. They lost interest. They were jerking off and busted their nut and moved on to the next person. I said, the wrong thing would suddenly turn them off. They found something better to come along. It sucks. And for a moment, it hurts or disappoints. And then I realize this is the modern generation and it’s the Internet. Basic common courtesy is pushed aside.

I always prefer to wear a jock or backless shorts. Shows off my ass and keeps my cock out of the way.

Unfortunately, there's a lot of truths to your comment. I straddle the line of race for being mixed (with 0% white in me) but I do notice Asians and Latinos have hugely internalized white supremacy. POC is simply an identity adopted when necessary/advantageous and as you said, they'll shy away from it when they get what they want. But when speaking about sex, I can only speak to my lived experience though; non-white tops engage in exclusion of their fellow non-white bottoms. Not necessarily complete exclusion but if given the choice, they will choose white bottoms over their own kind. Sure, many non-white bottoms do this too, in fact, it's literally a trope now and even exist in bb community in the form of raceplay. It's definitely problematic, I will not argue that. But the core of my post is to highlight the former (which isn't talked about as much) which also feeds into the non existent 'bottoms of color' despite there being lots of us in the community, whether that be a Black, Asian, Latino, any POC bottoms. Judging from the responses here, it also seems that people are quick to chime in about how they don't care about the dick or the person --> which is all fine, good for you to not see colors but look at the post again, this is about BOTTOMS of color. I think I've already established in my post that TOPS of color are well celebrated, either via fetishization or other manners. On the other hand, BOTTOMS of color are almost unheard of, it feels like the bottom role is primarily reserved for white men.

Nope. Never have experienced that. I'm sorry to know you guys had to go through that violation. I've had unwelcome advances, of course, but it never got out of hand. I've never forced myself on another guy either - the whole thing is a wretched, evil concept.

Part 8 Paul dumped a second load into the trashy whore. That made 4 already, and I decided TJ wasn't finished. I had several friends who were always happy when I had a cumdump around. They never had to worry about condoms, and they never had to pull out. Some of them were poz, a couple weren't, but they all loved a trashed out bottom. As TJ layed there, covered in sweat and breathing hard, he played with his shriveled up little dick. His eyes were closed and he didn't notice me snapping some pictures of him. Not that it would have mattered. I would have taken pictures regardless. I chained his wrists apart again, and he didn't even try to resist as he floated on the highs of both the drugs and the sex. I picked up a buttplug and lubed it up, adding a very fine layer of Tina dust all over it. I had Paul grab TJ's ankles, raise them up, and spread them apart. I smiled as I looked at his asshole. It was red and puffy and a little cum seeped out of it. If only his friends could see him now. If only they could see TJ as the dick taking drug whore I was turning him into. I snapped a couple more pics of his "straight" boyhole then I pushed the plug into him. It was a fairly thick plug, thicker than my cock. It met some resistance as it reached the fattest part, but I just kept pushing, enjoying the site of his pussy closing around the base as it filled his insides. "Oh no!" TJ whined. "Oh fuck it's burning! Oh god, take it out, PLEASE!" I knew the powder made is hole burn like it was on fire. I'm sure that I had ripped him a little bit, and the plug stretched his tender flesh even further. "It'll pass." I said coldly. After I had secured his legs again, I put a leather hood over his head, blinding him. I snapped a couple more pics of my captive whore, then started texting my buddies to let them know there was fresh, straight boy pussy to breed. I got responses from 4 of my friends. Three were poz, one wasn't. It only took half an hour before the first one showed up. Greg was an older buddy, 56ish, bald and hairy with nice 8 inch cock. Oh, and a big biohazard tattoo on his chest. We didn't really talk when he got here, cause he was only here for one reason. And I didn't want TJ to hear any voices. I wanted him to not realize that a new person was fucking him until their dick was buried deep inside him, just to fuck with his head. Greg helped me position TJ's legs so they were attached to the headboard, raising up his ass and exposing his hairy cunt to the world. I grabbed the plug and pulled it out of TJ's hole, causing the boy to groan in pain as his hole was over stretched again. Then I grabbed a nice shard and pushed it into his wet cavern as Greg reached for the lube. I just shook my head no and Greg smiled a big smile. Then he climbed on the bed and lined up his cock. He started pressing forward and I watched as TJ's hole stretched and swallowed up his head. Greg just slowly sunk himself into the teenage trash hole until his pubes were smashing TJ's asshole hair. TJ let out a long, low groan as another cock penetrated his recently straight virgin hole. Greg then started fucking the whore with long slow strokes. "Oh, it's so wet and smooth." He whispered. "You got a nice bitch here." For now, I thought to myself, until I use him up and get tired of him. Greg fucked my bitch for ten minutes during which my friend Zack arrived. He was 40, also poz and had a fat 6" cock. Fatter than even mine. We watched as Greg pumped his load into the newly minted cumdump. As soon as he pulled out, Zack took his place. He pushed down on TJ's thighs and slammed his dick in. TJ cried out loudly as his hole was stretched again. Then Zack pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in. TJ whimpered as Zack did this over and over, busting him wide open. He continued his assault for a good 15 minutes during which my next 2 friends both arrived. We all watched as Zack buried himself balls deep and threw back his head, moaning as he deposited his dirty sperm into the teen boy beneath him. My next buddy, Andy, climbed up and took his place at TJ's open for business hole. He was a hot 24 year old gym bunny. Blond hair, deep tan and a nice 7" dick. He was neg and only topped, not that I haven't tried to get into his nice, round, muscled ass. He slid right into TJ's loose and wet straight skater boy butt and just started fucking. He pounded the ass beneath him for a solid 10 minutes. TJ's hole made squishy sounds as Andy pounded all that dirty cum deep inside him. He groaned as he added his spunk to the sloppy cumhole. Tyrell was my last buddy to take his place at TJ's exposed and helpless hole. He was a 35 year old black guy with a wicked 9 inch cock. It was wicked not only because it was pierced, but also because it had a real big curve to it. I loved watching his black snake disappear into TJ's lily white ass. TJ moaned as Tyrell's cock punched the magic spot inside him. Tyrell pounded the whore's spot over and over as TJ grunted and moaned. Soon, TJ's moaning turned into gasps as his soft cock let loose with a big, watery load of boy cum. Tyrell didn't stop his assault on TJ's prostate, and TJ's gasps of pleasure turned to grunts of pain. It wasn't until TJ's grunts turned to muffled pleads to stop that Tyrell added his cumload to the worn out boy. After Tyrell finished and pulled out, I stuck the plug back in and released TJ's legs and tied them back to the baseboard. Then we all gathered in the living room to smoke and chat a bit. After a while, I went and retrieved TJ, and led him on his hands and knees into the livingroom. He was so fucked in the head, (as well as his ass) that he obeyed without a question. I had him sit on the floor and I removed his hood. He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the light. Eventually he focused and looked around the room and saw for the first time the 5 naked men. He looked down in shame. "TJ." I said. "Do you know who these men are?" "No." He quietly replied. "I've never seen them before. Well, except for him." He said gesturing toward Paul. "You are correct, whore." I said. "You've never seen them, but you've taken their cocks in your ass, haven't you." "Yes, Sir." He quietly said. "And you've taken each of their cum loads in your trashy little whore ass, haven't you." "Yes, Sir." He replied meekly. "So, whore, do you think you earned this?" I asked as I held up a rig. His eyes lit up when he looked at it. "Yes, Sir." "Come here then and stand before me." He stood up and walked over to me. "Now, turn around and bend over." I instructed him. He did so and I grabbed the plug and yanked it out of his hole. Cum ran out and stuck to the hair on his ass and legs. "Now," I said holding my hard cock, "turn around and sit on my cock and you will get your reward." TJ did exactly as he was told. Like the meth whore he was becoming, he was only focused on getting another fix, no matter what he had to do. He squatted over me as cum dripped out of his cunt onto my cock. Then he placed the head against his opening, and slowly slid down on it, groaning as he took all 11 inches deep inside himself. Then I held the rig in front of his face. "Now, one more thing. I want you to turn to the men and say, "I want each of you to please fuck me again."" He hung his head and closed his eyes. "Come on whore." I prodded as I ran the needle lightly up and down his arm. "Say, I want each of you to fuck me again." I said more forcefully as I flexed my dick inside him. The lure of the high was too much for him and he turned to the men and said, in a clear voice, "I want each of you to fuck me again." "Good boy." I said as I tied off his arm. "Now say, "I want all your cum inside me."" "I want all your cum inside me." He said without hesitating. I smiled as I further broke TJ down. "Now say, "I'm a dirty little meth whore. Please use me."" As I swabbed his arm. He hesitated for just a moment before saying, "I'm a dirty little meth whore, Please use me." "That's a good little whore." I said as I stuck the needle in his arm. "You're nothing but a cumdump." I said as I got the red flash. "You're a dirty little cumdump meth whore." I said as I pushed the plunger. I released the band, and as the rush hit his body I grabbed his head and kissed him deep as I bucked my hips upward. "Now whore, turn around and ride my cock!" TJ stood up and turned around, sitting back on my cock. He started riding it as he faced the men. I grabbed his pierced nipples as he rode me and he threw his head back as he groaned in pleasure. "That's right whore. Ride that cock. Show the men what you're good for. Show the men what your holes are for slut! Show them what a cock hungry cumdump meth whore you are!" He rode me for a couple of minutes before I pushed him off me and onto the carpet. The men immediately grabbed him and he quickly had a cock in both his holes. He was passed around and around getting fucked in every position. He had dirty cum and ass covered cocks shoved into his mouth. He was spit on, slapped, and generally abused. He was introduced to nipple clamps and his little pierced tits were tortured. Each man came at least once more, some of them a third time. When everyone was finished, TJ was left on the carpet looking like a bikers whore with cum on his face and dripping out of his ass. Fresh bruises covered his body. After the men had all left, I gave TJ a powerful sedative, and soon he was passed out on my bed. I spread his cheeks to look at his hole. It was very red and puffy, just like I like it.I pushed my cock into him as he slept. His hole was so loose and wet. I fucked him slowly, relishing in the feel of his sloppy, cum filled, straight boy pussy around my cock. I pumped one final load for the night into his guts before I stuck a plug in him to keep all that cum he had earned inside him. Not bad for his first night with me.

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.