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I was ready for this reunion within the reunion to end. My childhood friend Peter was not. With two of my fresh loads in his ass he bent me over the sink as I protested, “What are you doing?” “Just returning the favour old friend, just returning the favour.” He couldn’t say anything more because his five o’clock shadow was scratching my ass cheeks as he devoured my virgin hole. Fuck, another first. I was so lost in the pleasure of this new experience that I didn’t notice when he stood. That is until his cock penetrated my unsuspecting hole. I screamed, pushed him out and away, pulled up my pants and ran down the vacant hall while trying to fasten my trousers. Without saying a word to anyone I fled the reunion and made my way to the closest hotel where I proceeded to get royally drunk. The next day I left town and swore I would never return. Over the next three years I met a wonderful woman. Within months we were married and by the end of the first year had our first child together. Deep inside I was filled with a profound disquiet. I hated that I was always on the lookout for shirtless men. I couldn’t hide from myself how turned on I was if their chests were covered with a thick mat of fur as was developing more and more on my own skinny chest. I grew more and more stressed until my wife suggested, and then insisted, that I go for some counseling. I have no idea what I babbled on about for the first four sessions, but there was no way I could tell this nice woman what was bothering me. One night I rented the video ‘Making Love’ and began watching it after my wife went to bed. When it came to the guy’s sex scene, I felt sick to my stomach, shut off the movie, grabbed a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ and drove off to a nearby private beach that I used for clandestine skinny dipping from time to time. I proceeded to rapidly down the entire bottle and got violently sick. Exhausted I fell into a fitful sleep and awoke cold as the sun was just starting to rise. I arrived home with my tail between my legs to be greeted by my wife. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you are scaring me and I’m afraid if this continues you will scare our son. I don’t know what you are talking about in therapy, but you better get to the root of what’s going on and fast.” Later that day, I entered my therapist’s office red eyed, and shame faced. I just cried and cried, weeping for the first twenty minutes. She calmly and patiently waited, from time to time reassuring me to ‘let it out’ and that ‘everything is going to be OK.’ Eventually, the words just started vomiting out of my depths. The movie spurring my drinking binge. My addictive attraction to men’s hairy chests. And, eventually, confessing my encounters over the years with Peter. “Have you ever told anyone before?” she gentle inquired. “NO!” “I see. Thanks for trusting me.” Over the next many weeks, I was eventually able to admit that I must at least be bisexual. I figured ‘I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too’, so I needed to resolve to push my attraction to men away and stay committed to my ‘good marriage.’ She patiently listened. Assured me I was a good man, husband and father. Only then sharing her doubts that I could just push the gay or bi feelings and needs away. When I finally relented that I thought she was right I asked her what I was supposed to do. “What do you want to do?” She patiently enquired. “Have it all go away.” “You’ve tried, how has that worked?” “It hasn’t. So, tell me what am I supposed to do?” “I can’t tell you what to do.” “But I don’t know where to start, or what to do next. I can’t tell my wife.” “You can’t tell her yet, but you’ll find the right time. In the meantime, you may need to do some experimenting.” “Experimenting? You mean have sex with guys?” “Maybe. But at least talk with some gay and bi guys.” She gave me contact information for a gay and lesbian support agency. I couldn’t bring myself to go and told her so the next session. She showed me a video of guys sharing their coming out stories. For the next three sessions we talked about my thoughts from the video. I finally admitted I found one of the guys incredibly sexy and his story of experimenting sexually with a buddy to confirm his desires incredibly exciting. “Then experiment with a buddy if you need to.”, she patiently encouraged. “But I don’t have a buddy.” “What about Peter?” “Oh, I couldn’t ask him.” “Then maybe you’ll want to hire a male escort.” “Shit, are you fucking kidding?” I had instantly sprung a boner and my heart was racing. As enticing as her last suggestion was the closest I could get was to look at escort’s adds in the back of a gay porn magazine that I found in a ditch. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. One weekend soon after this, I decided to get away for a solo backwoods canoe, camping trip. Surely, some solitude should help me relax. As I was unloading my car and packing the canoe another vehicle arrived. To my shock and surprise, it was Peter. What were the chances we’d pick the same weekend, wilderness area and start off point, let alone arrive at the same time. We decided to use just my canoe, but I insisted he bring along his own tent. We paddled for about four hours and found a great campsite just before the thunder clouds that had rolled in opened up with a deluge. As we rushed to get my tent up, I relented and told Peter, “get in hear out of the rain. We can put your’s up when the rain stops.” We threw everything in the tent and stripped to the buff out of our soaked clothes. I would have kept my underwear, but they were also dripping wet. I avoided looking at his nakedness and did the best I could to hide my raging hard on. As the rain continued, we talked about lots and awkwardly avoided the elephant in the tent ‘how we had parted the last time we saw each other’. The rain didn’t stop, we eventually rolled out our sleeping bags and slept naked on top of them. I feared I wouldn’t be able to sleep but the fresh air and exercise had worked their magic. The next day proved warm and sunny, so we set out in only swimwear to a close by waterfall. Rounding a corner, the falls came into view and we saw a naked straight couple romping below the cascade. We stealthily beached our boat and watched the couple as we hid in some bushes. I wanted to leave when they started having sex, but Peter was now wanking his big hard cock. I was too embarrassed no mater how much I wanted to stay and be a voyeur. I followed a trail, found a nice rock, sunned for a bit, removed my swim trunks, sunned some more all the time disquieted by what was going on at the falls just up the trail. My attention was not so much on the straight couple as images of Peter and his wank, which led to me remembering the awkward sexual sessions in our past. I had to cool myself down and jumped in for a skinny dip. Before I got out Peter paddled around the corner smiling like a Cheshire cat that had caught the biggest fattest mouse. “Fuck man, that was amazing. Why did you leave?” I avoided his question, scrambled to retrieve and put on my swimsuit and we resumed our paddle. After a great campfire and three glasses of scotch each we climbed into my tent. Again, it was sweltering hot, so we lay on top of our sleeping bags naked as the day we were born. An incredibly awkward silence ensued, and we both laid perfectly still for quite a while. That was until I heard Peter stir and his warm lips wrapped around my ridged cock. I didn’t say anything or move, I just let him service me. Eventually one of his fingers began to trace my hole. He only removed his mouth from my cock long enough to wet his finger which moved back, this time to gently penetrate my back entrance. This felt so good that I said nothing and continued not to move. His finger went deeper and deeper and was soon messaging my prostate. This drove me wild, and I bucked my hips driving my cock deep down his throat where I unloaded beyond his tonsils. I didn’t know the term at the time, but he moved up and snowballed a large portion of my protean which I instinctively proceeded to swallow. And to my surprise, loved. Without thinking I had his cock balls deep down my throat. I don’t know how he maneuvered it in the small tent, but he was soon positioned so we 69ed each other in mutual blow jobs. His talented mouth soon had me hard again. I matched his moves as we upped the speed and soon, we were synchronistic ally painting each other’s tonsils. When we gained our composure, he took my face in his hands and gently said; “I want to fuck you.” “No, thanks, but I’ll fuck you if you want.” Where I found the third load to breed up his ass is still beyond me to this day. Collapsing after my third epic orgasm I fell fast asleep. To be continued.

Almost 2k hits and winning. First slam and fucking amazing

Peter, my first childhood friend. He lived next door. At the age of four, we loved to go behind the shed, strip to our underwear and pretend we were Indians. We would wrestle and take turns strangling and knifing each other to death. At the moment of death, we would always fall on top of each other exhilarated by our skin on skin contact. A few years later we would have sleepovers in the shed. He introduced me to tying leather straps around the base of our erections. I was intoxicated by the smell of the leather. He moved away so we didn’t see much of each other until grade nine. We would meet up at an abandoned shed and simply fondle each other’s hard ons. I was so turned on as he talked about what his older brother did to him sexually when they were left alone at home. I’m sure he wondered why I never asked him to do these things with me. I was deeply ashamed of these encounters and soon decided there was no place to talk about this and therefore it was to disappear from my life. I buried myself in my school work and the high school band. This didn’t stop me from being turned on by the handsome player beside me whose shirt always gapped so I could see his nipple and beautiful chest. After high school I left town for university, and Peter became the custodian for a private school. I was a frightened, studious nerd, never missing a class and spending hours studying and sleeping in the library. On one of my holiday visits back to my hometown I bumped into Peter on the street just down the block from the abandoned shed. He lit up a cigarette and suggested we go to the shed ‘for old times sake’. I ignored the fact that he was now married and the fear in my gut and followed him. Once inside he pinned me against a wall and kissed me passionately. My first kiss, ever! I was transported out of this world as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance with mine. I don’t know how long we sucked face, but I soon realized he had opened my pants and fished out my now very stiff cock. He quickly dropped to his knees and my stiffy was deep down his hot throat. His eyes smiled up at me as his head bounced and I watched my member move back and forth in his lips. It didn’t take long ‘til I ejaculated, and he sucked down every drop. I stood horrified and frozen; he stood, grinned at me and planted another kiss on my gasping mouth. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran failing to savour the taste of my own cum. It would be several years before I would run into him again. I’d been working at my first job for about a year and went home for an uncle’s funeral. This coincided with my high school reunion, so I decided to attend. Of course, I went alone and was not surprised to see Peter and his wife there. I’d heard they now had three kids. I bumped into Peter alone at the bar. He was already a bit tipsy, and I was embarrassed by how blatantly he was flirting with me. I hustled him off to a private hallway and we were soon entering a one-person bathroom together. Door closed and locked I was once again pinned against the wall and our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. When we finally broke from this I anxiously asked about his wife. He hushed me with a finger to his mouth with one of his shit faced grins. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Commando, his large, ridged cock slapped against his taunt belly and sexy treasure trail. He pushed me to my knees presenting his manhood to my face. I’d never really taken the time to notice before, but I was overcome by it’s cut, beauty. He grinned and nodded to me. With some hesitation I took the silky head in my mouth. “Use your tongue.”, he encouraged. Instinctively it found his piss slit and tried in vain to enter. He moaned his enjoyment and I was soon deep throat experimenting as I gave my very first blow job. As I felt I was just getting this figured out he pulled my head off his cock. “Stop. You’re good! I don’t want to cum yet.” He soon had his shirt off and my pants around my knees. Then he was kneeling and my penis had disappeared down his throat. ‘How was it I hadn’t experience this since the last time years ago?’ I wondered. “Oh, fuck Peter! That feels so good. I’m so close.” As he jumped to his feet and spun around, he urgently said, “No, not yet.” As he bent over leaning against the sink, he spit on one hand and rubbed it into his hairy ass hole. I had no idea what to do. He grabbed my raging hard on, pulled me to him and guided it to his winking hole. When I remained like a dear caught in headlights he backed onto my raw cock. This was the early seventies. I finally looked in the mirror and there was his classic shit faced grin urging me on. “Fuck me.” It felt great in there and I slowly started the in and out movement. Truth be told he was doing most of the moving with his ass. “Fuck me man, pound my ass.” I upped my game a little. “Faster, harder, fuck my cunt!” Something then possessed me, and I started slamming into him. Over and over and over again. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I need. Don’t stop!” “But if I keep this … up I’m … going to lose it.” I gasped. “Fuck yeah. That’s the point. Cum inside me, I need your sperm.” With those words not even fully out of his mouth I blasted, and blasted, and blasted! After the biggest orgasm of my life, I collapsed on his back as we both caught our breath. When I softened and fell out of him, he reached into his ass and brought out two fingers full of my man juices which proceeded right into his mouth. Then he kissed me and fed me my own cum, mouth to mouth. I was instantly hard again, a fact his free hand on my cock didn’t miss. In one swift move he was turned, bent and had my raw cock up his ass again. I didn’t need encouraging this time and ravaged his ass for the next twenty minutes. Oh, the stamina of youth as I had recovered and blasted the second load painting his guts. Gave my first blow job and pumped two loads into the ass of my now married childhood friend. Now that was a reunion beyond all my expectations. To be continued

Chapter 4 – Now it’s my turn In Chapters 1 through 3, I told about meeting up with Geoff, a hairy guy with a great playroom. He had a sling and lots of toys for our use. We’d partied and fucked each other with toys and fists. While we were relaxing and getting some more liquids in us, Geoff suggested that we both do a booty bump to amp up the fun. Between the smoking and slamming we had already done, this would move us up to the next level of spun. We each picked out a nice-sized shard and then shoved them in each other’s asses. Geoff put mine in, and I soon felt the burn. I’m sure he felt the shard melting in his ass too. We gave it a few minutes to kick in; then I got back in the sling with my ass ready for more. Geoff first massaged my hole with his lubed hands, getting it ready for his fist. He’d move down for a lick occasionally, eliciting a deep moan from me. He worked fingers from both hands in and was stretching and stroking my open hole. He added more lube to his right hand and pushed it into me. Between the earlier work and the T flowing through my body, it was an easy entry. He twisted and expanded his hand in my ass, getting to all the right places. He’d draw his hand back, almost to the point of leaving my ass, before plunging it in again. While he had me stretched out, he’d rotate his hand, letting me feel his knuckles just inside my ass. Then, Geoff popped his hand out of my ass, leaving my hole gaping. He put his fingers in my hole and used his hand as a funnel to direct lube inside my ass. The cool lube felt great inside me. He pushed his right hand in and distributed the lube around my ass. At the same time, he was using the fingers of his left hand around his wrist. He’d slide a finger in alongside his wrist and circle around my hole to stretch it out even more. He added more fingers slowly until he had all four fingers inside me next to his wrist. At that point, he pulled his right hand back and put his hands together to really stretch out my hole. Damn, the feelings were amazing! Geoff kept checking with me that I was OK with what he was doing, and I encouraged him to keep going. He pulled his left hand back to add more lube but soon got it back next to its mate, twisting and opening my ass like never before. Geoff suggested a deep hit of poppers. I knew what he was planning. I took a double hit in each nostril and gave him a nod to go for it. While we were staring into each other’s eyes, he slid both hands into my ass. This was a new one for me. Knowing that I was getting double-fisted by this hot stud made my ass pulse and my cock shoot out more cum. Geoff’s hands were busy in my ass, so I scooped up the cum and fed him some, and then ate some myself. The double-fisting was intense, and I could only take it for a little while. Geoff slowly worked his right hand out, leaving his left one inside me. He gently circled my hole with his fingers, getting me to a more relaxed state. At that point, he was able to pull his hand out and repeatedly pound back into my ass. I was swinging on the sling, adding to the depth and excitement of what we were doing. We slowed down, and Geoff eventually took his hand out of my ass. Without asking, he shoved his semi-hard cock inside my gaping ass. He was able to fuck me a bit but was really after something else. He asked me if I wanted his chempiss and I told him to let it fly. He buried his cock as deep as he could. I could see him concentrating on getting his piss to flow. Soon, I felt the spreading warmth as he filled my ass with his piss. He kept his cock inside me for a bit, then pulled out and put a butt plug in to keep the liquid inside me. I felt the rush from it, less potent than the slam or booty bump, but still making my body react. Once he pulled out, he pissed some more on my stomach, which was really hot. I ran my hands through it and licked some off my hands. Geoff leaned down and tasted some too. My cock added more liquid, but it was more cum than piss. We shared some of that too. I collapsed back in the sling, feeling totally spent. Geoff went over to the bed and laid down on it. Once I felt stable enough, I got out of the sling, went over to the bed, and laid down next to him. We made out for a while, feeling each other’s cocks and asses. I stuck my nose in one of his armpits and got into licking out the sweat from there. He played with my nipples and ass while I was doing that. Eventually, we both slowed down our play. While we couldn’t sleep for a while, we just cuddled and talked. It turned out that we had a lot in common besides our need for partying and ass play. Once the sun rose, I got dressed, kissed him goodbye, and went home. The next time should be even more intense.

My pighole

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.

When I was Hiv Poz, not on meds, I did fuck a few who wanted to become Poz. I just found out one of them has full-blown AIDS and never took meds

I quite agree. Too many guys on the apps now think the definition of a man is "a life support machine for a penis".

I remember cruising before the internet where you scored just by going out with your clothes on, in a bar or on the street. And score I did, a lot But now with the apps, now that the gays have the right to reduce the entire me to the size of my dick, well it's over.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of splashing water. I climbed out of the tent to find Peter skinny dipping right off our site. I decided ‘what the hell’, slipped out of my shorts and dove in. After our swim we had a nice breakfast, checked the map for our day’s adventure and set out in the quickly climbing heat of the day. About halfway across our first portage we came upon a couple of very hunky, friendly guys camping. Even though it was before 11 a.m. they offered us beer. Peter was quick to accept and told them I didn’t drink beer. This was true and I was too shy to speak up and say that in the extreme heat I would give one a try. As the three of them talked and bantered I just grew more and more anxious. I began to worry I was moving toward a panic attack and excused myself saying I needed to pee and that maybe I’d take a swim to cool off before returning. I had a nice little swim, and when I thought it would have been long enough for them to have downed their beers, I headed back to the camp site. From a distance I could see they were having sex. Peter was in the middle being spit roasted. I couldn’t stop myself from hiding in the bushes and watching. One hunky cub pounded his ass as the other fucked his mouth. There was no doubt he was an enthusiastic participant. “Fuck, I’m so close!”, called the guy in his ass. “Breed him man”, responded the other. Peter reached behind to pull the guy tight into his ass as the tops howl made it clear he was having the orgasm of his life. The sexy cubs quickly switched places. Peter was now sucking and cleaning the cock that had just exploded in his ass and the guy fucking him quickly and loudly orgasmed. I was so turned on watching my childhood friend take two loads up the ass that I lost my balance and fell into the bush betraying my presence. Peter came over to help me up and as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he scooped some cum from his ass and fed it too me. By now they were all laughing. By the empties strewn around they had each had more than one beer. Again, I was offered a beer which I eagerly accepted and guzzled to try and hide my embracement. They each had two or three more beer to my one and soon the two cubs were pissing into Peter’s mouth and ass. I couldn’t believe what I was watching and just how none pulsed the other three were with their nakedness and sexual exploits. They acted as if I wasn’t even there. In my semi-drunken state, I finally encourage a very drunk Peter that it was time for us to move on. We returned to our lake, and I paddled the canoe back to our campsite with a naked Peter sprawled in the bottom of the canoe. As Peter slept off his drunken stupor sprawled naked out on a rock, I contemplated what I had just witnessed and tried to be honest with my reaction as my therapist had encouraged. Truth was, I had been incredibly turned on and deeply jealous of the other three for being so sexually liberated. As Peter came to his first words were, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your ass so badly.” “Shit man. Honestly, I want you to fuck me to. But I’m so fuckin scared.” He motioned for me to move over to him, took me into his arms, and held me in a deep embrace. I began to cry, and the crying developed into sobs and for the longest time I just wept and wept. Peter just held me tight and kissed the tears from my face until I calmed down. “Peter, I do want you to fuck me, but I’m too fucking frightened. Fuck, it’s not about want, I need you to fuck me. I need you to show me what I need. Just take me for God’s sake, just take me with your big, beautiful cock.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me so gently. He kissed the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He looked deeply into my eyes and gently said, “I want to fuck you, I want to give you what you need. Get out of your shorts.” As I disrobed, he laid back and invited me to sit on his face. I did as instructed and his tongue penetrated my hole. I instinctively bent and took his hardening cock into my mouth. He rimmed, fucked and chewed on my hole as I gaged and slobbered on his man meet. Somehow, I knew when it was time to turn and lower myself toward his powerful manhood. With one hand he steadied and aimed his cock and with the other he guided my hips into place. I felt and savoured the mushroom head of his cock teasing my hole. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. He just kept looking into my eyes and encouraging me with a gentle affirming nod of his head. Not a word was spoken but his instruction was clear. The pressure grew on my hole as I lowered myself further. Just as I wondered how much more pressure would be needed his turgid tool breached my hole. His tip was inside me, and fuck, did it hurt. I threw my head back in pain and agony. I was ready to jump up and off him when I felt his strong hands firmly grip my waist and exert pressure to pull my body down onto him. I was resisting and he caught my eye once again. Modeling deep beathing he continued to steadily increase the downward pressure. He slid into me ½ inch by ½ inch and I felt like I was being torn apart. He held my gaze and mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you so much.” I had reached my pain limit, I broke eye contact and attempted to stand up and flee. His hips anticipated my move and beat me as he thrust up and impaled me with the full length of his rod. I thought I was going to faint the pain was so fierce. Again, I tried to pull away, but his strong grip held me fast. “Breath deep, just breath deep.” Unable to do anything else I followed his instruction and like magic the searing pain transformed into amazing pleasure, or better, a hurt that just hurt so fuckin good. My face began to relax, and he broke into a huge ‘I told you so’ smile. I lifted my ass a little and then sat right back down. It felt ok so I did it again, stroking the raw cock into my ass a bit further with each try. My pleasure just kept growing as did his ‘I fucking told you so’ grin. Then suddenly his look changed to animalistic lust, and I was instantly on my back with my ass gaping. The feeling so cool and empty. He quickly pulled up my legs and pinned them to my shoulders. With his cock head once again teasing my hole through gritted teeth he said, “Now … I’m going to fuck you; I’m going to take what I want.” And he plunged into me knocking every ounce of air out of my body. The onslaught was like being hit by a train, and it didn’t stop, and the longer it continued the more I realized I couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I just wanted it to go on and on. I was soon awash in the sweat rolling off his body. He was licking sweat from my neck and then biting my neck. Fuck I realized, he’s giving me a hickey. Then fear set in, he’s become a vampire. That’s when a warm sensation began filling my gut, I could feel every spasm and his growl of ejaculation vibrated throughout my body. He panted like a wild animal and crushed me into the rock with his powerful anvil. I began to wonder if he would ever stop. And then his voice rasped triumphantly; “I just fucked you; I just took what I needed. … And I just fuckin … stole your virginity. … now it’s time … for you to thank me.” And like a jack rabbit in one hop his still ragging hard cock was down my throat. The taste of cum, sweat and ass juices was intoxicating. When I had thoroughly cleaned his cock, I thanked him and asked how soon ‘til he would be ready to ‘go again’. He mounted me immediately, and although I didn’t think it possible, he gave me an even more brutal fucking and quickly pumped what felt like an even bigger load deep into my gut. Throughout the rest of the day, we did nothing but fuck and breed each other, eat, swim and start all over again. I fell asleep that night having pumped three loads into my friend. His cock was in my ass marinating in the five loads he had pumped into me. To be continued

I'm sure you probably know this, but in some respects religion in Ireland was a proxy issue for colonialism vs. self-determination. That's not to say that religious differences were insincere, but that they existed at all is due to the economic treatment of Ireland by Great Britain.

I used to try to hide the fact that I was married when looking for sex with men. But then I realized it was a big turn on to most guys. Especially since I bottom for tops. A married bottom is very enticing to men. They love sending me home to my wife and daughters with their load in me. And love jumping in bed and cuddling with my wife with a nice load in me.

I have a top who loves to kiss. When I meet him at the door he kisses with an open mouth. Tongue in my mouth. When we get to the bed he strips and starts kissing again. After sucking both ways he puts a pillow under my ass. He starts kissing again. He still kisses as he unloads his huge load deep in my ass. This happened Thursday I have to admit. It was hot. Any other bottoms like this

A month ago I misplaced my hiv medication that was delivered in a white bubble pouch. I spent seven days looking for it off and on, and finally confessed to calling Cvs. I had a migraine headache and starting to feel like I had a cold , as the antiviral is missing. Luckily I got it the very next day. I can’t imagine anybody just stopping their medication to progress back to the world of being fully poz. Being poz is a pain and doesn’t feel that great. Treatment is not as bad as it used to be. If you are poz please go get the medication. You run the risk of eliminating part of your original copies of your white blood cells. People who fantasizing about stopping their drugs is crazy. One week made me feel like crap and that was not voluntary.

OMG, as a repressed gay teen, i spent hours in restroom reading the messages on stall walls, just sitting there and being amongst my people lol. No, seriously, i did. Those who did not grow up in an era of repression, where being gay and fucking could get you arrested and charged with a felony, may think it weird that we had sex in restrooms (read: "in hiding").

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I love kissing and it's absolutely necessary for a hot encounter. For the same reason I love bareback, I love kissing. Intimacy. Kissing as part of foreplay gets me hard and ready for fucking. The hottest kissing involves snowballing cum. If a guy swallows my cum I want him to kiss me so I can taste it.

I absolutely love ass to mouth. An absolute must during foreplay. I'm not into a dirty ass but a musky or sweaty hole is great. I also much prefer an I shaved hairy hole. So masculine and the texture is a turn on. Recently I had a guy come over unexpectedly. I hadn't showered and he went to town on my hole. Was telling me how great my dirty hole tasted and then kissed me deep. OMG what a turn on. May have been the [banned word] as much as anything. I then went to town on his ass. Eating, kissing and then sliding in his hole. Fucked him until I shot my load. He got up and squeezed the fluids into my mouth. Have to admit it was a little dirty. Cum and ass juices but immediately kissed him so he could taste what I tasted. [banned word] and intimate

I prefer to no have it touched. I have started to lock it up more because of it.

I know it may sound weird but that is why when I’m in a 1:1 situation I prefer the Top not to play with my cock and just focus on my arse…. That makes me orgasm. But when there is a group and other bottoms I love to 69 with another bottom while we both get fucked 💦🎉💦

Fitting this should be my first post. Hello all

For me kissing is a must. It hits all the right buttons and sets me up for a great fuck session. Open mouth, tongue play, tongue sucking all makes me putty for my top. The frosting on the cake is kissing me while he is inside of me and even better if when he unloads.

Yes. Coming back to my wife with a load or two makes me so horny. Its really the only way I can get turned on enough to fuck her these days.

Absolutely MAN-datory for me. Had a twink over one time. We started kissing and didn't stop for nearly two hours. I asked him if he wanted to cum with me while I jacked off, still kissing of course, he said, I already came twice, lol. My face was so raw.

Chapter 1 – Geoff is hairy and versatile I was at home, mindlessly cruising the apps. I had a few open for more basic stuff, like sucking and fucking, and a few for the more advanced stuff that I get into, like fisting and partying. I’d cleaned out earlier in the day to be ready when a guy wanted to play. I’m in my 50s, with an average body, nice cock, and an ass that can take a pounding (or a fisting). Versatile in general too, with a lean towards being a bottom. Ass play is usually my goal – either his, mine, or both. There are only a few things better than playing with, and in, a hot ass. One of those is having someone playing with mine. My ass is my primary sex organ, and it's awesome when a guy who knows what he’s doing works it over. Geoff hit me up on one of the basic sites. He said that he was versatile for most and showed an “ask me” in the partying section. Turns out, he also had a profile on a site with lots of pnp players on it. While we were chatting on the first site, I mentioned his profile on the other site. He got way more interested and asked if I was into partying, fisting, and more intense play. That sounded great to me, so we made plans to hook up. He gave me his address, and I showered up and headed over. I called when I was getting close, and he said that he lived on a private lot and that it would be hot if I stripped down before I came to his house. Luckily, the summer weather made that a possibility. When I got to his place, I took off all my clothes and put on a metal cock ring. I walked up to his door with only my keys, some T, and my phone. Geoff heard me come into his driveway and met me on the porch. He was wearing a leather harness and jock strap. We greeted each other with a hug, and my cock responded to him. He had a nice body with a hairy chest that the harness displayed nicely. When he turned around to go inside, I saw that he also had a hairy ass. That’s a favorite of mine, so my cock started to thicken in anticipation. We stopped in the kitchen to chat a little. Geoff noticed that my cock was getting hard and suggested that we go to his playroom in the basement. Damn, this was getting better all the time. He hadn’t mentioned a playroom, but he had a great setup, with a sling, TV, and refrigerator for some drinks. There were 2 mirrors placed around the sling so the guy in the sling could see what was happening. He had a camera positioned at the bottom of the sling so that we could watch (or broadcast it so that others could watch) the action on the TV. Lots of lube and toys and a tarp on the floor to catch anything that spilled out. Geoff already had a pipe packed, so we lit the torch and started the party. He took a big hit and shot gunned it to me, sliding his tongue in with the smoke. This is such a great way to get started since we get spun and we get to make out. He had a short beard that felt great when we were kissing too. We smoked out the pipe and were making out and feeling each other up. Both of our cocks were leaking precum, and it was great to feel that on our hands. We both licked up some and enjoyed the taste. Geoff told me that he wanted to eat my ass, so I jumped in the sling and got comfortable. I was feeling pretty spun by then and wanted to feel his mouth on my ass. There’s some hair on my ass and around my hole, but nowhere near as much as Geoff had on his ass. He started to lick my ass and around my hole and soon had me squirming in the sling. He’d lightly rake his tongue over my hole, letting me know what was to come. Soon, he started to really probe my hole with his tongue. Rimming is one of my best-loved things, and he was very good at it. He had my hole opened up and slick with his saliva. Geoff asked if I was ready for more, and I said yes. I thought he’d start with one of the toys he had, but he lubed up both hands and started working my hole. He’d stick in a few fingers and rotate them inside me. He used both hands and stretched my hole open. I was loving it and encouraged him with my moans and words. He said that he wanted to get inside me, and I told him to go for it. He added more lube to his hands, and I took a big hit of poppers. Between his work and the Tina and poppers, he was able to get his hand in my ass easily. He just held it there for a while as we both looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that this was going to be a great session. Geoff pulled back so that his knuckles were stretching my hole. We both were into width, so he was going to expand my hole and make my ass gape. He pushed in again, going a little deeper this time. He worked over my ass with his fist for a while, and then I suggested that we swap places so that I could return the favor. He agreed and popped a butt plug in my ass before helping me out of the sling. Now, Geoff got in the sling. The sight of this handsome, hairy man, wearing a harness and jockstrap, with his legs spread wide for me was amazing. I sat down on the stool that was at the foot of the sling, making the butt plug go a little further up my ass, so that I could start to worship his ass and hole. I spread his ass wide so that his hairy hole was fully on display for me. He made his hole pulse as I was staring at it, and I dove in with my tongue on his hole. No playing around this time. Instead, I wet his hole down with some saliva and started to penetrate it with my tongue. While I was eating his ass, I heard him take a hit of poppers, so I really went for it, driving my tongue deep and sucking on his hole as I pulled back. He responded well to this, and we kept at it for a while. But it was time for my fist to go inside him. I lubed up both hands and started probing his ass with my fingers. It wasn’t long before he was begging for my hand inside him. More lube, more poppers, and a little pushing, and I was in. Like he did, I let my hand rest for a moment, feeling his heartbeat and stretching his ass. Eventually, I pulled back and felt my knuckles expanding his hole. I slowly rotated my hand back and forth, getting some great moans out of Geoff. We played for a while, with my hand going deeper into his ass while still expanding his hole. We decided to take a break, so I slid a butt plug up his hairy hole to keep it open for play later in the evening.

A few years ago I was on vacation in Fort Lauderdale and was looking for some 420 on the hookup apps. Found this profile, blank pic but name was 420Daddy and messaged him and as luck would have it, he had some to sell and we arranged quick pick up. I was planning on going out to the bars right after so I took a few pregame shots and was all showered and fresh wearing a Jock under my shorts and tank. His place was only a few blocks away so I started walking over and he said to not knock or ring bell cause his family was home but just to message when I was at the front gate. I do as he says and am waiting for him out by the front gate which has high shrubs and no lights. He comes out, tall guy, at least 6’ tall, black guy, goatee and buzzed hair. He’s wearing a tank top and basketball shorts and flip flops. Of course I immediately look down at his basketball shorts and was not disappointed at all. I introduce myself and give him the money, he takes it and gives me the 420 and introduces himself as Zeke. I guess it was the shots or just being in vacation mode but I immediately clarify, “I thought it was Daddy?”. He immediately looks me up and down and I can see the change in his eyes and face. The environment immediately getting charged with tension. His only reply is, “do you want to call me daddy?” and grabs me by the waist and kisses me. It all happens so fast but we’re making out and he pulls me to the side of the tall hedges and has his hands down the back of my pants exploring and almost growls when he feels I’m wearing a jockstrap. He’s flush against me and I can feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach. It was the most unintentional hottest random moment going from a quick pick up to this intense moment. Not very long after I’m on my knees with his basketball shorts around his ankles and doing my best to throat his dick. He keeps shh-ing me but also keeps fucking the back of my throat. I hear him spit on his hands and quickly he’s fingering my hole. He does it a second time while I pull poppers out of my pocket and quickly take a hit. Before I even take a full first hit he’s turned me around and pressing his dick against my hole. He used a lot of spit so his head dipped right inside. He gasps and holds it there as I’m taking my second hit of poppers. I feel my heart beating in my ears but trying to keep quiet while he whispers, “oh fuck” and starts pushing deeper inside me. Once he’s balls deep he holds me there and I can feel his dick get even harder. After almost a whole minute he slowly starts fucking me, slowly and then building then he pulls out until just his head is in and then slams in again. I’m whimpering and moaning but his hand is over my mouth. He pulls me balls deep again and asks for poppers. I take two big hits and then give them to him. He takes a big hit and then breathes it into my ear and says, “call me daddy” “Fuck me….daddy” was all I could whisper out before he puts his hand over my mouth to the point of near discomfort and immediately starts fucking me hard. The entire front yard dark and quiet except the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass and my muffled moaning. I feel him get his hardest yet and then he holds me balls deep while emptying them completely inside me. Almost another full minute does he hold me there until he slowly pulls out with another “fuck” and slaps my ass once. He gives me my 420 money back and says to hit him up when I leave the bars… To be continued?

I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

Perfectly said. It's universal, it's humane, it's the definition of decency, it's singular, it's personal, it's intimate, all at the same time. Is there any way you could pull Mr. Johnson aside for a moment, and share your insights with him ??? Pleeeeease ??? I'll restrain him (have gear, will travel) long enough for you to talk some decency into his head - if that's still possible.

idk. Reading through this thread, i begin to wonder if "side" is yet another piece to the sexual culture evolution puzzle? There's nothing like a new term to evoke our staid feelings of what is (or what should be?). For those old enough to remember, imagine the responses before transpeople became more visible? i have to agree (though i think we can do without the moral superiority) that we need to treat each individual with respect, even if they are not what we want or need. To me, as society becomes more and more digital, hookup sites are the gay bars of yesterday. It doesn't feel right to me to hang a sign on the door that says: "we don't serve your kind here?" To me, "side" is yet another descriptor to add to the list along with Top, bottom, versatile. Why not? i don't approach other bottoms (no matter how much i may love them) because we do not want the same thing. If someone identifies as "side" and i don't wanna cuddle, but wanna get fucked, i simply won't approach them.

Yeah daddy 👄

I'm not against having my cock touched, but if someone's doing it in expectation of getting it hard and cumming, that's not going to happen. No problem with any who like their fun both ways, but I make it pretty plain to tops that I'm here to be fucked, it can get frustrating when some of them still assume I want to be jerked off and won't take a hint.

I've never quite been able to fathom the fundamentalist or modern evangelical mindset. My parents were members of different denominations, and were both raised by parents that were also multi denominational, so I got a wide variety of mainstream versions of Christianity growing up. The religious fighting in Northern Ireland between the Protestants and Catholics always baffled me as a child in the 70's and 80's since I was the child of a Catholic and a Presbyterian, and my Catholic parent was the child of a Catholic and a Lutheran. For that matter my Catholic great grandfather (who was around until I was 19) was the only product of a marriage of a German Jewish widow and an Irish Catholic widower. I think my somewhat unique background colored my views on the diversity of Christianity and religion in general.

The bf wanted me on the straight and narrow and was hot as fuck but made me be a clean cut boy again. Turns out he's cheating and so now am back on the t and throwing away my meds and embracing my needs

I love kissing. Nothing gets me harder. Love to be kissing when a guy is unloading inside me.

It’s a big part of getting fucked for me - love a guy who is a good passionate kisser. Me on my back his tongue down my throat and cock deep inside my guts - can’t be beaten.

When two guys who love/care for/enjoy all facets of each other's lives are together, I understand that. To me, however, kissing is for lovers, if one is lucky enough to have one. I don't mean the "peck-on-the-cheek" type, I mean the deep sharing that guys that love each other experience. Short of that, the only excuse I can think of for kissing a guy is if he's just sucked a Cock off.

Yes, been to SOP, loved it

Juan and Sammy were both friends in a large friend group who had know each other for the past few years. Juan was a cute, short, sexy 25 year old latino with cute curly shoulder length hair. Sammy was handsome, and a bit older. 35. Juan always had a thing for Sammy, and when talking to other friends in their group, Juan would talk about how much he liked Sammy. But over the years, Sammy rejected Juan's advances. Juan was a loose. Sexually. He always went home with someone whenever they went out. He's been fucked by every guy in their friend group. And he loved taking loads in sleazy motels from anonymous men. But Juan wanted one dick in particular inside of him, Sammy's. One night, Juan invited Sammy over to his apartment to have some drinks with some of his other friends. But it was a trap. Juan buzzed him up and told him the door was left unlocked. Sammy was getting suspicious. This started to feel like an anon hook up. Sammy thought, maybe he's busy in the kitchen or something. When Sammy opened the door, club music was playing and none of Juan's roomates were home. Sammy called out for Juan "are you here, Juan!?". Sammy walked down the hall, and noticed Juan's door ajar. Sammy knocked, and then opened the door slowly. And there he was, Juan. Bent over the bed, ass up, wearing a neon pink jock. This made Sammy super horny. His cock was pulsating. But he couldn't. "Goddamn it Juan, I've told you -" Juan, who hadn't made a sound or said a thing since Sammy opened the door to the apartment, started to cry. Sammy couldn't see Juan's face, but he could hear him begin to cry. "Why don't you want me??" Juan protested. "Why do you think I am ugly?". Sammy sighed, annoyed by the situation and told him "Juan, please stop. I never said you were ugly." "Yeah right, whatever. If you didn't think I was ugly, you would fuck my ass right now!" Juan responded. "Look!, you gotta understand something," Sammy said. Juan turned around was now sitting up on his bed, still crying. Sammy sat down on the end of the bed. Looking away from Juan. "Look, I really like you. You're a great friend." "But what, I'm too ugly for you???" Juan protested again. Sammy, sighing again, "no. This is very hard for me." A long pause and Sammy say. "I am poz - " Juan quick responds "I know you are, I don't care! You're my best friend!" More long pauses. Juan moves closer to Sammy, putting his arm around him and asks "is that why you won't fuck me? Because you're poz?" "Yes!" Sammy quickly replied. More long pauses. Then Juan says, "baby I want it." Sammy replies "you want what?". Juan responds back "I want your poz seed inside me. I want it so bad." "Juan, no! It's too dangerous. Stop this." Juan got closer to Sammy and tried to snuggle next to him. He looked up at the taller Sammy with puppy dog eyes, and started to rub Sammy's cock with his sweat pants on. "I've always wanted to be with you Sammy.". Sammy couldn't resist anymore. He had always wanted to be wtih Juan. They locked eyes and began to kiss. They kissed passionately, harder and harder while Juan rubbed Sammy's cock. Juan finally pulled Sammy's cock out and started rubbing it with his bare hand. He stopped kissing Sammy for a second to look at it. "Wow baby, it looks so big." Juan said, then moved his head down to suck. Juan sucked Sammy off for a few minutes before Sammy got up, carried Juan and threw him on the bed, where Juan with his jock laid ass open while Sammy started to enter his ass. Slowly Sammy gets the right position to insert, all the while making out with Juan. Sammy started to fuck, slow the a lil faster, faster, harder and the two kissed more passionately. Juan put his arms aroudd Sammy and begged for poz cum "shoot your poz cum in me baby, cmon baby, I want your poz cum so bad." Juan affectionately rubbed Sammy's back, and his neck and Sammy fucked harder and hard "FUCK I AM GONNA CUM". "Oh yeah baby, cum up my neg ass." "FUCK FUCK FUCK." Sammy started to cum and Juan pulled him closer. "yeah baby, give it all to me, give ma all your poz cum!". One Sammy was done cumming, Juan looked up at Sammy and kissed him. As it turned out, the only std someone got that night was Sammy, and it was from Juan. And it wasn't gonna be the last. You see, Juan and Sammy started seeing each other more and fell in love. Juan brought back the fire that was once lit in Sammy. Since Sammy had been diagnosed, he stopped going to the bath house and cruising at the park late at night. He didn't think anyone would want him anymore since he was poz, and it turned out the opposite was true. So many boys like Juan begged for his poz seed. And after a month of using whores, Sammy was the one who gave Juan an std. Juan and Sammy finally made it official. They were finally together, just as Juan had always wanted. His dream come true. And now they are talking about getting Juan pregnant.

I was 20 living in Bonn, close enough to Cologne. Very happy with how i pictured live as being gay would happen for me. Having a successful career, doing my thing and then meet a MAN: he would be dominant, masculine. We would stay together and then on night of my wedding he would cum inside me and make me his. All of that had been working for 3 years now. Don't think I was 100% innocent. A lot of men had already fucked me. But always SAFE and I was always watching for them to put a rubber on (and keeping it one). Porn wise I would only watch raw sex. But that was different. So when I met Enrique: a guy who clearly hot and nice, but not a future husband material I was definitely making sure that condoms would be used. That is until he once during sex turned me around spat on his hand and slid his dick inside me. It happened so quick and it did feel good so I just let it be. And I wasn't too worrried, until he started moaning and then stopped. The latter happens in three seconds. "did you just cum inside me?" "yeah, that was hot" "wtf man, you didn't even ask" "shut up, you loved it. And btw I need to get some stuff done, so do you want to get a shower before you leave"? In my mind I was raging inside. what an freaking A**h*le. Enrique had quite a reputation. My dream of my future hubby making me HIS was gone. And now I had... THAT. Ohh man. this was really NOT how things were supposed to go. Don't ask me why and how, but It activated something in me. So next thing that happened, was me heading out. (I did not that the proposed shower). And there I went went, feeling dirty and used catching a train to Cologne. Wait, Cologne, I didn't live there. As I am entering Pullermanns bar, I am asking myself: what are you doing. It was such a big blur, but here I, go walking in as the twinky slim guy with bright green eyes. Naughty, but also naive and shy. Ordered a drink, not much conversation at the bar., so I finished my 7up almost immediately. Had never been to this place. But was drawn to go to the back. A big guy looks at me, not really handsome, but still attractive. We kiss and slowly I go down on him. He turned me around eats my ass out and after some minutes goes inside. He goes slow, but deep. It's quite a big cock. But I'm taking it well. After three minutes I just say. "Give it to me" "Dump it inside" He stops: "are you sure" "yes, give it to me" He stops, pulls my hair: "you filthy slut" and starts pounding. Within two minutes he is done. There is no time for me to think, so another guy has moved me more central and has already started fucking me. I can't even see his face. 5min max and he is done. Another guy is putting his dick inside my mouth. "suck me" he is really not my type. But I realise if I suck him my ass will be up. I turn him towards the wall and bingo within 10 seconds I hear someone undoing their belt and shoving his dick in. It's half hard. He asks me "how many" I mumble "two" That gets him hard. He fuck me for four/five minutes but doesn't cum. Another guys is taking over. I turn around there's a circle around me. I can only think of getting cum, getting poz seed inside me. I yell, "give me poz seed". That doesn't work, most guys walk away. "shit what did I say" I think in my mind. The guy who earlier didn't came is still hard and standing next to him. Before I realize what I am doing I already slid my hole over his cock. "cum inside me.... [[...]] 40 minutes later I walk out. The old guy at the bar says: "your poor little pussy" whilst shaking his head. When I get home I'm shaking, how many loads do I have inside me 7, or 6. Or maybe 8, I couldn't really see if that one guy came inside me. And then there was that other guy that came in my mouth. That was gross, not something to repeat well unless for the future BF. Cum need to be in my ass. Especially hiv seed. All is this is turning me crazy: WTF is wrong me with? Why am I doing this. I decide until the tests come through I won't do anything... [[...]] Couple of weeks later the tests come in it's a Friday, all negative, pfff. What are relief, but how further. That same day, I'm off to Cologne. Met his through Romeo: what was his name again, something like PozTopXXL Profile status "needs discussion" I had to take his load. He hadn't even shared a facepic and I already said yes. When I walked in it was good to see he looked alright. He was more than double my age. But fit. I instantly felt good already about taking his load. He was being friendly, but it was hard to be social I could only think about taking his poz seed inside me. "How long have you been positive already" "I am actually negative" "really?" "yeah, I got my results awhile ago and I haven't had sex" I lied (not having sex was the truth, but my results only came in today) I judged myself. WTF was I doing. He looked at me and his eyes opened up. "even better" "Are you taking medication?" I asked, a bit nervous. He laughed a bit mean. but he didn't reply. Instead he said: "Take your clothes off" somehow I didn't feel as horny anymore, but I complied. He took his top off and kept his green track pants on. I think it was Nike, but it could have been something else. He cock was huge, I started suck it. I could definitely enjoy myself with that for awhile. Too bad through, 2min max, was enough for him. He wanted to get inside: aggressively his put his wet from precum and saliva fingers in my ass. And then he stick his dick inside. That really hurted. I asked him to stop." I might bleed" he stops takes out his dick a bit and put some poppers under my nose. "shhhh" he starts to kiss my neck and tells me to relax. The poppers help: I feel more relaxed. We kiss and I actually start to relax fully. He fucks me until he cuma. When he takes out his dick I feel how open my ass is. His cum is dripping outside of me. I start to stand up, and bring my hand to my ass. Catching some cum. Damn, it tastes so good. He laughs and says: "ur a real piggy" On which take my fingers out of my mouth. I laugh a bit awkwardly and start picking up my clothes. "What are you doing?" "I'm picking up my clothes, to get ready" "Oh no... I am not done with you yet" "Or, do you want to leave" "ehh no" "good... so stay" .... "I got some friends who will be very interested in a guy like you." "you mean other tops to fuck me" "yes other tops shooting their viral loads inside you" "that's what you like right" My dick is giving the answer, I can't remember it ever being so hard. There's more to the story, but I can say the evening was rough in the best way possible. Three daddy tops fucking me, chatting with me and shooting their toxic loads inside me at the end. Who pozzed me I dunno, but that night was fucking awesome. Thanks Enrique, for waking the true cum whore inside me that I was destined to be 😛 Pics: me in 2004 vs me now

I don’t like it when a Top plays with my penis, especially if he fucking me real good and it makes me cum conventionally. It’s almost like a ruined orgasm for me. Yes it feels good in the moment, but I love prostate orgasms, makes me cum like mad for as long as the Top can fuck.

Part 32: Peter fucks Jay (Part 4) (Peter's Perspective) I couldn’t wait to fuck Jay’s hole. As soon as we were in my bedroom, I slammed him against the wall and kissed him hard. He was a strong man. I could feel an energy in him, his drive for sex as strong as my own. Since my wife didn’t want me fucking her anymore, my abundance of cum disgusting to her, I had a lot of fucking built up, even with Dom, Will and Pastor Kline bringing me into their world. Jay’s hand reached down to my crotch and grabbed hold of my balls and squeezed, sending a rush through my body. “You’re a hot fucker,” Jay whispered, biting my ear. “So are you,” I said. “Is every man in your family as hot as you and Will?” He smiled. “I think we’d fuck him if we got the chance.” “I’d love to watch,” I said. Jay kissed my neck, his one hand reaching up and twisting my nipple, pulling on it hard. “Fuck,” I huffed, his aggressive nature taking me back but turning me on. “If I’m not careful,” Jay said, “I might leave a mark for your wife to find.” I stared into his eyes, my heartbeat increasing. “I want you to,” I told him. “Leave me all marked up. That’s the point of this.” He smiled, squeezing my balls tighter. “Fuck, I need you flooding my hole.” “Then let’s go.” I pulled him from the wall and threw him on the bed, my eyes focused on his biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I need one of those, I thought. My cock was hard, sticking straight out, precum dripping down on the floor and leaving a trail. “Leaking like a faucet,” Jay said, licking his lips. “I want a taste before you fill my hole.” “If you’re ready,” I said, climbing on the bed and crawling over his strong body. His cock brushed across my balls, a string of his toxic precum stretching between us as I aimed my cock for his waiting mouth. “Let me taste what your wife takes for granted,” Jay said, sticking out his tongue and licking the head of my cock. I threw my head back, air sucked from my lungs as Jay fed on my cock like a baby drinking its milk. My hand reached down, grabbing his head and pushing more of my cock into his mouth. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me steady, keeping me from passing out as the greatest blowjob I’d ever experienced weakened my body. “F…u…c…k…” I moaned, every moment of longing for a man’s mouth around my cock, for my cock held tight in a man’s hole, for someone, anyone, to appreciate the body God had given me, the power he had given me, the cum given to me waiting to be toxic, hitting me at once. Taking Lewis had been my first step. Pastor Kline and Will were the next. Dom took hold and solidified my change, proving that I was destined to be a toxic pervert, transforming all holes I could find, whether at school, church, or anywhere else I could find a man. Jay continued to swallow, drinking me down. “Fuck, man,” Jay said, my cock popping out of his mouth, precum collecting on his lips and chin. “It just never stops, does it?” “Imagine what my underwear looks like at the end of the day,” I said. “They’re always stained.” “Works of art,” he said, smiling. “Bet you fill up a condom quick.” “Not anymore,” I said. “No more condoms for me. Bareback from now on.” “That’s the way to go,” Jay said. “I think it’s time for you to fill my gut up. I haven’t had cum leaking out of my hole for too long.” “So, a day?” I said. “Almost,” Jay said. I moved down his body, my precum trailing down his chest and abs, collecting where his own precum had started to pool around his groin. I leaned down and licked from his groin up his abs, tasting every part of him. Fuck, he tasted good. He tasted like a man. “Let’s see if you can’t help make my cum-gift a bit more… hazardous.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, hoisting his lower body into the air. I bent my leg against his back, holding him up until I could grab hold of his ass and spread his cheeks apart, revealing his worn hole. “It’s all yours,” Jay said, winking. I dived down, eating his hole, doing everything Will and Dom had taught me. His ass was sweaty, but it tasted amazing. I could tell that he was fucked often, his hole slightly puffy, showing wear. He wouldn’t be as hard to enter as Lewis was, and something told me that he was probably even more open than Will. Dom fucked hard, but Jay seemed to spend his life now filled with cock. I moved from his hole and then licked up his taint, filling my mouth with his balls. His eyes rolled back into his head, mouth open as he gasped. “Swallow them down,” Jay moaned. “Taste my toxic bombs.” I’d never had another man’s balls in my mouth, but I was suddenly aware that I had within my mouth a part of Jay’s manhood. What made his cock a weapon was at my mercy, a quick bite causing the ultimate pain. I wouldn’t, but the power caused my cock to jump. “Ready?” I asked, his balls popping out of my mouth, a few strands of pubic hair clinging to my chin. “More than ready,” he said. I aimed my dripping cock up with his hole and then shoved inside, no resistance pushing against what we both wanted. “Fuck me, man,” Jay growled, his worn hole squeezing around my cock, already milking my abundant cum out of me. “With pleasure.” I pushed inside him as hard as I could, slamming across his prostate, and causing his toes to curl and his hole to squeeze again. It felt great, even better than fucking Will as I knew Jay was an even greedier cumdump than his brother. “God, your dick is incredible,” Jay cried, his hand jerking his own cock while the other twisted his nipples. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that married dick. Fuck me hard with that adulterous cock, the cock your wife doesn’t appreciate.” “It’s all yours,” I said, thrusting hard, my balls slapping his ass. “I can’t remember the last time I fucked her pussy. I can’t remember the last time I fucked her and she wanted it, she wanted my cum inside her.” “I want it,” Jay begged. “I want it all. Every drop of your cum. Every drop of the cum your wife won’t take. Fill me up with your cum till I explode. I want it pouring out of my hole and onto your marital bed.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw a picture on the wall of me and my wife on our wedding day, both of us smiling, neither knowing what would become of us. I didn’t know how she would turn on me and what made me special, what Will, Dom, and everyone else saw to be special and desirable. I didn’t know that I’d fuck one of my students, creating in him a need for toxic cock. I never would have thought at that young age, so innocent, that one day I’d be willingly taking poz cock, trying to infect my body, turning my copious outpour of cum into a weapon. I had been so harmless. So pure. Now… I looked down at Jay as he furiously jacked his cock, his balls disappearing into his body as his hole tightened around my cock, his toxic cum shooting out over his chest and face. “This is what I want,” I said, looking back at my wedding photo, looking at my wife, the cunt who never saw the real me. I want to fuck ass, I thought, slamming deep into Jay’s hole, every angry day after years of marriage flooding my body. I want cock in my hole. I want to fuck men for the rest of my life, however long or short. I want cum inside me, turning me, changing me forever. I want my cum to be hazardous. “I want your toxic cum!” I shouted, looking down at Jay. I didn’t know if I’d already started turning, if Will and Dom had done their job, but I was done waiting. I bit down on the inside of my mouth, tasting blood. I reached down and scooped up his cum and shoved it in my mouth, swirling my tongue and pressing the toxic loud into the cut. “FUCK!” I screamed, my head thrown back as I started to cum, shooting out one of the biggest loads I’d ever made. “I can feel it,” Jay cried, reaching up and pressing his hand on my pelvis, grabbing my pubic hair and pulling me closer. “Fill me, you fucking god!” “You want it all?” “I want it all,” he said. “I want everything. Drain your balls. Give me your last neg load.” “It’s all yours,” I said, pressing harder into his ass, forcing every inch inside him. Cum started leaking out, running down his back and collecting on the sheets. I scooped some up and threw it at the wall, some of it splattering on my wedding photo. Jay saw what I had done and smiled. “Fuck the cunt who can’t appreciate your gift.” “And yours,” I said, a small amount of pink cum dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin. “What the fuck?” Jay said. “Did you just…” “I’m tired of waiting,” I said, sliding down on the bed, my cock still in his hole, our bodies now pressing together in a heated, sweaty mess. I licked his cum off his chest and along his neck, kissing his chin where a nice coating of his toxic juice remained. “I want to be poz,” I told him, smiling. “I don’t care who does it.” “That’s so fucking hot,” Jay said, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I felt a sharp pain as it brushed over the cut. I found my cock starting to get hard again, my balls ready for another round. I started to pump into his ass, the desire for the roughest fuck of my life taking over. I wanted his ass to bleed, to infect me. I wanted our bodies tied together, unable to leave this room until I was transformed into the man I’d always wanted to be. “You’re a deviant pervert like me,” Jay said, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers digging into my back. I felt a sudden shock as he scratched me, my cock jumping to life and unloading another rush of cum into his hole. “Fuck!” I cried, feeling the burn from the scratch deep in my skin. “So,” Jay said, smiling, “he responds to pain. I like that.” “Good,” I said, slamming into his body, the bed creaking, slamming against the wall, causing the pictures to shake. I looked over at my wedding photo and slammed into Jay again. “Fuck it.” I pounded his ass again and again and again, watching as the photo shook, barely holding itself where it had resided for years. I’d never fucked anyone this hard, my cum sloshing out of Jay’s hole and covering our bodies. Jay’s back was arching, his eyes closed. “Fuck me!” he cried, grabbing me and pulling me down to him, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, creating a mark. “Fuck!” I slammed one last time into his hole, the bed hitting the wall and my wedding photo falling from its place, shattering on the floor as I came a third time. The orgasm shook my body even after I stopped cumming. I pulled out of Jay and eased my way down his body, resting my head next to his cock which was hard again. I sucked it into my mouth and fed on its toxic juice, relishing the perfect warmth filling me. I saw the empty spot where my wedding photo had been and felt happier than I’d ever been. “Fuck, dude,” Jay said, his hand reaching down and caressing my hair. “That was incredible.” I sucked his dick harder, cupping his balls with one hand while the other slipped into his hole and found his prostate covered in my cum. I started to press down, his body responding. “Yes,” he moaned, his palm pressed against my cheek. “Fucking yes. I’ll cum in your mouth. I’ll cum all over the cut and turn you. I’ll poz you up. I’ll poz you like my brother pozzed me!” What? I thought as he started cumming, filling my mouth with his toxic load. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not sure how much of the night I should write about as I know everyone just wants to see Peter, Lewis, and Ryan convert. What are your thoughts? Who do you want to see fuck? Should I jump to them converting? What do you think? Let me know.

CODA TO CHAPTER TWO: Four hours later I was back in my apartment, lying on top of my bed, more horned up than I'd ever been having taken a couple loads and having been slammed for the first time. Even though it was 4 AM in Los Angeles, I let my tweaked brain convince me to text Manny. "Hey. Sorry about earlier. My phone died. Call me when you see this." In two seconds my phone was ringing. "Hey" he said. He sounded like a high person trying to sound sleepy. "How are you? You're up early." "Oh. Yeah. Well..." I was afraid to admit what I'd done. Cause he had been so adamant about us only partying together and never partying apart. I let the silence hang between us. We both seemed to be listening to each other's breathing looking for clues. I started touching myself as I slowly reached over to the nightstand to quietly grab my pipe and torch. My cock got hard. "I wonder whether either one of us has slept," I said. I heard him moan. And the faint sound of porn in the background. "The thing is, Manny. I know you had a really strong argument for us not partying on our own..." "I did." he said, a little breathless. "But I have to admit to you.... Sometimes I just. I mean, don't you ever feel like you just have to load the pipe and smoke a little?" And with that I lit the torch and did the quietest big hit I could. He probably would not have heard any evidence of it had he not asked me a question which I chose to answer as I was exhaling the huge white plume of meth smoke. "Yeah. As a matter of fact, I am right now." And then I brought the torch closer to let him hear it all as I heard him moaning "Oh fuck" followed by his own torch and smoking. Then without either one of us taking our hands off our engorged pricks, he made his heartfelt confession. But it was both a confession and a huge pornographic trigger for us both. And he knew it would be. "I feel terrible telling you this. But I got high alone yesterday and I fucked the teenage kid who lives above us." I was dripping like a faucet now. "Had he ever done drugs before?" "NO. His mother's a recovering heroin addict and his father is an alcoholic so he's always stayed away from drugs. But he asked me about it after seeing me carrying a water bong into the apartment and as soon as I saw his Mom leave for the night shift at the hospital I was up there like a sick [banned word] that I am, getting hard thinking of of how I was going to bring hi over to the dark side." "Donn't beat yourself up. You couldn't help it. You were high." There was a long pause. "Are you high now? Yeah. But not enouh. And we both smoked deep as he stroked his cock and I stroked mine. Before he hung up I could swear I heard the words "Fill me with your poz cum" from the porn he was watching but I decided not to ask him about it. When I hung up, I got back on Grindr and within 15 min. was letting in some guy I wasn't all that attracted to but who promised to get me higher than I'd ever been.

Surprise Chapter! Since writing from Dominic and Jay's perspectives, I started thinking of writing from Peter's perspective, specifically what happened between him and Lewis. Every time I think about it, it changes, so I'm getting it out once and for all. Since I haven't written this before, there are no parts I can skip over because you've already read them like in Dominic and Jay's chapters. Because of that, I'm splitting Peter's perspective chapters into 2 parts. Part 1 now. Part 2 in a few days. I hope you find them enjoyable. Just be aware that Peter isn't fucking bare yet, so there will be condom use in part 2. Sorry. Just remember that the next time we see Peter and Lewis together after these two parts, there won't be any condoms allowed. I guarantee it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 19: Peter wants Lewis (part 1) “Don’t forget about your test next Tuesday,” I called to my students as they scrambled to leave the classroom. I sat at my desk and watched as they left, finding my eyes focused on several of the male students. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. You can’t do this, Peter, I thought. You know it’s wrong. It wasn’t an age thing. All these students were 18, just at the limit of legal, but it was still wrong. Firstly, I was married. My right hand played with the ring on my left hand, spinning it around my finger as I watched the last male student leave, admiring his ass in his tight jeans. Stop, Peter. You can’t do this. I shut my eyes and tried to clear my mind of the impure thoughts. I’m married to a woman. I’m a good Christian man. I’m a good teacher. Who am I kidding? I'm a total... “Mr. Flanagan?” My eyes flew open and found Lewis Berg standing in the doorway. Lewis was one of my students in third period history, but he was also on the basketball team which I coached. I also knew Lewis from church where I had known him since he was just a kid. At times, I forgot how old some of these students had become, growing up before my eyes, becoming men. “Lewis. What’s up?” “I just wanted to know if I could talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” I watched as he entered the room, taking a seat in one of the front desks. Lewis was of average height, close to my own. He was one of the shorter guys on the team, but he was fast. While some of the taller guys allowed their height to be their source of power, Lewis worked out his body to make up for the deficit. I’d seen him routinely use the school gym and even caught sight of him at the gym I attended from time to time. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t stolen extra seconds admiring his work on his body. He was strong, evident from his thick arms in his basketball jersey. Even then, I found myself admiring the man he had become, a man that I wanted to… “What’s up?” “Well,” he said, looking around himself, clearly embarrassed. “It’s about my girlfriend, Becca.” “What about her?” I asked. I knew Becca. Among the school, she was considered a bit of an entitled bitch. She seemed the type expecting everyone to treat her like a princess, which I refused to do. I also knew that Lewis was only the most recent guy she was dating, having gone through several in the past. How Lewis had matched up with her, I didn’t know. Then again, looking him over, I could see what she saw in him. “Well, this is embarrassing,” he said. “Lewis,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “You can tell me. Think of me not as Mr. Flanagan the teacher or Coach Flanagan. Think of me as Peter Flanagan from church. Tell me what’s wrong.” He sighed, nodding. “Becca and I have been dating for a few months, and I really like her, but, she says she wants to break up with me.” “Why is that?” “That’s the problem,” he said. “She wants to have sex, and I told her I wouldn’t.” “I see,” I said. “Didn’t she know that you were waiting till marriage?” A part of me laughed at this, knowing full well that many men who say they’re waiting till marriage don’t. Hell, I didn’t wait till marriage. I couldn’t manage to keep my cock under control when I was this kid’s age. If it wasn’t in my hand, I was desperately trying to find something to shove it into. At that age, I’d managed to be content with pussy. But now… “She says if I really love her, that it shouldn’t matter,” he said. “I see. Well, Lewis, you already know what I’m going to say. I also know what your parents will say if you do what Becca wants.” “I know,” he said, hanging his head. “Not to mention what would happen if you got her pregnant.” I thought of my own wife and our troubles conceiving. I started imagining my seed, plentiful, growing inside of... “They’d kill me,” he said. “I just really like her.” “Lewis, the choice is yours,” I told him. “I think, in the end, you’ll do the right thing.” “Thanks, Mr. Flanagan.” Lewis said, standing up and reaching to shake my hand. I started to stand but felt my pants tenting, so I sat back down, stretching to shake his hand. Fuck, even his handshake was strong, causing my tenting to grow taller. “I’ll see you at practice.” “Sounds good,” he said. I don’t know when I started wearing the extra tight jockstrap to practices, but it was the only thing that managed to keep my raging boner under control. I kept it in my office near the gym, a small area the school allotted me. Before every practice I would go to my office, strip down, pull on the tight jockstrap, and put everything back on again. The fabric crushed my balls, but it kept my dick from running wild and exposing the fact that I… It was difficult not admiring the young men as they ran up and down the court, sweating, their muscles catching the light in the gym. I never looked at anyone underage, of course, but there was something about the young men who were about to leave high school and enter the tough world that caused my dick to swell. Throughout practice, I caught myself watching Lewis more than anyone else. He was a talented player, working hard to keep the team moving. He was a natural leader. He’d be a strong, capable man one day. Fuck, I thought, watching as he did a layup, his tufts of armpit hair sticking out, covered in sweat. I wanted Lewis so bad. After practice, the guys hit the showers and I had to resist the urge to watch them. I went to my office and sat at my desk, pulling my pants down and grabbing hold of my raging boner. I just need to cum, I thought, starting to jerk off. That’s all. My wife and I hadn’t fucked in forever, my hyperspermia seen as a gross genetic deformity in her eyes. I knew I was going to have a huge mess to clean up once I was done, but I had no choice. I had to rid myself of these thoughts, the thoughts a lack of sex had left me with. My balls were full, needing release, especially for a man like me. I was a man left with nothing to use other than my right hand for physical pleasures, though I desperately wanted to shove my dick as hard as I could deep inside of… “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis opened my office door just as I started cumming, ropes of cum shooting out and hitting the top of my desk, dripping down over my shoes and my pants and underwear which were around my ankles. Thank God there was a front to my desk or Lewis would have seen a geyser erupting. “Lewis,” I said, still in the middle of my orgasm. I moved forward toward my desk, hiding the fact that I was naked from the waist down. I tried to control my face as waves of pleasure shook my body. Seeing his face, seeing his body clothed in nothing but a towel, caused my orgasm to go into overdrive. I felt as if I wanted to pass out from the pleasure. “I just wanted to say thanks for talking to me today,” he said. “You’re right. I know what I’ve got to tell Becca.” “Happy to help,” I said, stifling a moan. Lewis closed the door, unaware of having just caught me in an orgasm which had his name written all over it. I fell back into my chair, my dick hitting the bottom of my desk where my cum was dripping down all over my legs. I took time to catch my breath. Fuck, I thought. That was too close. My wife fell asleep before I did, allowing me the opportunity to slip out of bed. I went down to the basement/my office and booted up my computer. I went online and looked up pictures from the school’s website, finding every picture I could of Lewis from our recent games. Even they weren’t enough. I logged onto Facebook and found his profile. He and his family had gone to Florida over Christmas break, giving me dozens of photos of him on the beach. If the pictures of his dad were any indicator of what Lewis would eventually look like, I knew his smooth body would soon be growing a thick pelt of hair. Even his dad was turning me on, a bull of a man himself. I grabbed a pillow and folded it in half, shoving my dick inside, staring at the photos of Lewis as I pumped in and out. I thought of him running on the court, covered in sweat, skin glowing from the workout. I thought of him standing in my doorway, nothing but a towel around his waist, unaware that, at that moment, my cock was erupting cum in an orgasm that he had caused. I thought of him alone in the locker room showers, his naked body mine for the taking. I'd walk in, wrap my arms around his body, one hand on his dick while the other covered his mouth. I'd thrust my dick up inside him and... “Fuck,” I said, dropping the pillow and jerking my dick. “It’s all for you, Lewis. It’s all for you.” I closed my eyes as I started cumming, my muscles tight, balls pulling up into my body to unload what would be buckets of cum. For a second, I couldn’t breathe, my mouth open wide, my mind screaming his name. As I came down from my orgasm high, I looked at my computer screen and found it coated in cum, Lewis’s face smiling behind my dripping seed. “Well,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead, “I guess that computer is ruined.” Lewis was missing from practice which was unlike him. I asked one of the other players if they knew where he was. “Don’t think he’s coming,” he told me. “His girlfriend broke up with him. I think he’s devastated.” The guy smiled, clearly thinking of the available pussy now free to fuck. The guys finished practice and showered as I returned to my office. I felt bad for ruining Lewis’ relationship, but another realization made me feel even worse. If he wasn’t willing to fuck his girlfriend, there was no way he’d be willing to… “Mr. Flanagan,” a voice called from the closed door. It opened, revealing Lewis outside. His eyes looked a bit red from crying, but I could tell that he was trying to be tough. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, motioning him to step inside. “I’m sorry for missing practice,” he said, closing the door. “I just couldn’t make it today. You see—” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I told him. “I already know what happened.” “You know that I didn’t… well, you know.” I nodded. “I just feel terrible,” he told me. “I mean, I’m glad I told her no, but now I’m feeling like shit.” Lewis’ eyes got wide at the word. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I said, standing up and walking around to the other side of my desk, leaning back on the surface. “I get it. You will feel like shit. That’s how it is when it comes to relationships. You get your heart broken.” “Did that ever happen to you?” “Plenty of times,” I said, thinking back to the first guy I had wanted to kiss, to be with, to… “It’s just so unfair,” he said. “Everyone else gets to have sex, but I can’t." "Have you talked to your dad about it?" I asked, thinking back to the shirtless pictures I had seen of him the night before. I started to imagine being sandwiched between them, by the tight jockstrap pushed my dick down, causing me to wince. "He said I did the right thing," Lewis told me. "But he also said that becase I'm upset about it, that I must be depraved, lusting after sinful things." "You're an eighteen-year-old man," I told him. "That's just what it's like at that age. Let me tell you something, it never goes away." "Really?" I nodded. "Not to bring you down, but, as a man, you aren't thinking with this head," I said, pointing to my face, "as much as you are with this one," I said, pointing at my crotch. It had been a risky statement, but I saw a small smile turn Lewis's lips. "They all think I’m some kind of freak.” "Who?" "The guys on the team," he said. "Becca's been telling everyone that I'm a virgin and that I'm pathetic. Everyone is laughing at me." “No, they aren't.” “No one is going to want me,” Lewis said, his eyes growing red again as he fought back tears. “I’m going to die a virgin.” “No, you won’t,” I said, standing up and reaching out to him, pulling him into a hug. Our chests were pressed together and I could feel his heart racing as he tried to manage his breathing. He felt warm against me, warmer than anyone I’d ever been near. “You’ll find someone who loves you,” I told him, his emotions calming, his face pressed against my shoulder. I could smell his skin, his hair, the cologne he wore. He smelled manly, young and strong. “Someone who wants to be with you, who… wants every part of you. Someone who… needs to have you close to them, held tight, in their arms.” My arms tightened around him, his body growing closer to mine. His breathing slowed. “Someone who… wants to feel your body—” Lewis pushed away from me, his red eyes narrowed and looking me over. I took a step forward, but he stepped back. “Lewis, I—” He ran out of my office, leaving me alone and now petrified for my life. Fuck! What if he tells someone? I’ll lose my job. Tell them it was all a mistake. He's overly emotional. He misunderstood. He didn’t though. I wanted him. For years I’ve kept this part of me a secret, lying to everyone I know, to my wife most of all, and now, the first person I start to open up to, and this is what happens. I turned to my desk and slammed my fists down on top, yelling. My heart was racing as tears filled my eyes. My life was over. “Mr. Flanagan…” My heart stopped. I turned slowly, finding Lewis in the doorway. “Lewis,” I said, trying to compose myself. He stepped inside. “Lewis, I’m sorry. I think that we… I mean, I think that…” He continued to walk toward me until he was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. His were blue... a clear, vibrant blue. “Lewis, I—” Lewis grabbed the back of my head and pulled us together, locking us into a kiss which sent my mind racing. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 2 coming soon. And FYI guys, I'm trying to be careful here as I'm trying to stress that there is nothing going on between an adult and someone underage. Every depiction of Lewis seen in a sexual manner is from after he turned 18 (memories, pictures, whatever). I just want to be clear. There is no sexualizing of minors in this piece or any other piece I've written or will write.

Part 17: Fucking Peter (part 1) Dominic couldn’t believe what happened with Peter. “What is happening to the men at your church?” he asked. “There’s more sex going on there than at a bathhouse.” “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much,” I told him. “It was like one of your cum-filled water bottles.” “And he came three times in a row?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of hyperspermia, but I’ve never seen a guy with it. Videos online show guys cumming a ton, but I’ve always figured they filled their bladders with milk or something.” "Do guys do that?" "Imagine the infections." “This was all real,” I said. “He says he can cum five times in a row.” “Imagine how many guys he can convert in one night,” Dominic said. “I know that’s what you’re thinking,” I told him, “but remember, he wants a guy to fuck him, but not necessarily a poz guy.” “You said he seemed upset by the fact that he’s sterile. What better way to pass on your DNA than to do it by pozzing other guys?” “I know how that sounds to you, but I don’t think it’ll sound like that for him.” “Maybe not,” he said. “Still, I want to see him cum. Imagine how much cum I could collect.” “You’d need one of those giant water bottles. That, or you’d need to hover him over a bucket and milk him like a cow.” “We could get a milking pump,” Dominic said. “I’m not being serious.” “I’ve never met a poz man as vanilla as you,” he said. “I can’t believe he fucked a student.” “Not only that, but he’s a student from the church.” I saw Dominic’s eyes grow wide. “I could cum just hearing that.” “If you’re not pozzing Peter, then you’re definitely not pozzing Lewis.” “It’s been forever since I’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old.” “No,” I said. I knew that wouldn’t stop Dominic from trying. I had told him not to fuck Pastor Kline, and while Pastor Kline had made the first move, he still ended up in Dominic’s bed. I had a feeling that I’d be seeing Lewis Berg naked, feet above his head, asshole exposed and ready to be bred. On Sunday, Pastor Kline preached with a load of cum from Dominic and myself in his ass, a butt plug holding it inside him. During the service, I saw Peter standing with his wife, his eyes finding me and Dominic. He smiled and, when no one would see him, grabbed his own crotch and hugged his dick beneath. I smiled back. I lost track of Dominic and went searching for him, finding him down a hall talking to someone I couldn’t see. As I got closer, I stopped, seeing who it was that he was talking to. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, coming to Dominic’s side. Lewis Berg smiled. “Hey, Pastor Ryder. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. I looked at Dominic and gave him a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing.” “I was just meeting your friend,” Lewis said. “We were talking about basketball,” Dominic said. “I played when I was younger. Loved it.” “Basketball is great,” I said. “We should get a game thrown together,” Lewis said. “A few guys from the church. That could be fun.” “It would be fun,” Dominic said. “I’d love to get to know more of the men here.” “That would be fun,” I said. “Maybe sometime.” “It would have to be before I leave for college,” Lewis said. “Time is of the essence,” Dominic said, looking at me with a wide grin. “We’ll see,” I said. “Have a great Sunday, Lewis.” After Lewis left, I hit Dominic across the arm. “What the fuck?” he said. “I was just being friendly.” “No, you wanted to bend him over and fuck him.” “I can do both,” he said. My phone vibrated, showing a text from Peter. “I’m ready to meet up whenever you are. -Peter” I showed Dominic the message. “Sounds like we’ve got a hungry ass looking for cum.” “We can invite him over, but we can’t stealth him.” “Understood,” Dominic said. We messaged Peter to come over to Dominic’s apartment Monday evening, the excuse being him meeting up with some men from the church to watch a game. The game part was a lie, but he was technically meeting up with men from the church. There was just no way for Peter’s wife to know that he was expecting to be fucked in the ass and loaded up with cum. Pastor Kline showed up early so that he could talk over with us what we were thinking to say to Peter. “We aren’t going to lie to him,” I told Pastor Kline. “We’ll tell him that we’re poz, but that we don’t fuck with condoms.” “You fucked your brother with a condom,” Pastor Kline said. “But that’s because he’s my brother,” I said. “And look what happened there.” “I’m not poz yet, so I can have him fuck me,” Pastor Kline said. “But he wants to get fucked,” Dominic reminded him. “You don’t fuck with that tiny dick of yours.” “I still want his huge load in my ass.” By the time Peter arrived, we knew how we were going to speak to him, approaching the subject as delicately as we could. Being in a room with this many men, all wanting to fuck, was a new experience. We now had enough men to fuck in pairs, meaning everyone would be happy. If Peter agreed to get fucked, Dominic and I would be spent after fucking him and Pastor Kline. “I hear you’ve noticed me,” Dominic said to Peter, guiding him into the living room. His hand reached down and grabbed Peter’s ass. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump out at me instantly.” “You were too distracted by Pastor Ryder,” Peter said, looking back at me. “Too bad you didn’t get to me first.” “Too bad,” Dominic said. We sat down, Peter glancing around at us. “Why does this feel like a prayer meeting instead of a fuck session?” “There’s something we need to tell you first,” I started. “Before anything else happens.” “But something will happen, right?” Peter said. “That’s up to you,” Dominic said. “What do you mean?” “Remember when we talked about not wanting to wear condoms,” I began. “We said how there’s freedom in not wearing a condom, to feeling skin on skin.” “Yeah.” “Remember the freedom of not worrying about diseases. Once you have it, you don’t worry. You’re free.” “I remember,” he said. “I haven’t been able to forget. I went home and started looking up bareback gay porn all weekend. I’ve been reading a ton of stories. I almost got a boner when I saw you at church yesterday.” “There’s something you need to know about us,” I said. “Specifically Dominic and me.” “Me soon, I hope,” Pastor Kline said. “What is it?” Peter asked. “Do you know what being poz is?” Dominic asked. “Poz?” Peter said. “Like, being HIV+?” “Exactly.” “What about it?” We exchanged glances. “Dominic and I are poz,” I said. We waited to see a change in Peter’s expression, to watch him run out the door, but he stayed in his chair. “Did you hear what I just said?” I asked. “Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re poz.” “And Pastor Kline is a chaser,” Dominic said. “We’ve been fucking him full with our toxic cum for almost two weeks. He wants to be poz.” Peter looked at Pastor Kline. “You want to be poz?” “I do,” Pastor Kline said. “I think it’s hot as fuck.” Peter nodded. “So do I,” he said. We sat silently, staring at Peter as his words set in. “You what?” I asked. “I want you to poz me,” Peter said. “You do?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s all I’ve been watching this weekend. Pozzing videos. Stealthing videos. I’ve been reading stories about men getting pozzed in porn stores and bathhouses. It’s hot. After you told me about finding freedom in getting a disease, I started to think that maybe you were poz. All I could think about was you pozzing me. I almost wanted you to do it without telling me.” “You wanted us to stealth you?” “Kind of.” “I stealthed Will,” Dominic said. “Really?” Peter said. “That’s hot.” “Alright,” I said. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” “You thought I’d run out?” We nodded. “Fuck no,” he said. “I want you to fill me up and poz me. Imagine, with how much I can cum, how much toxic juice I’ll be able to spread.” “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Dominic said, clapping his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re hot.” “Let’s get to it,” Peter said, standing up. “Where do we go? It’s time for my virgin ass to get torn open.” We went back to Dominic’s room and stripped down, seeing Peter fully naked for the first time. He was a fairly hairy man, much like myself, with a defined body. I could understand why Lewis Berg had easily accepted Peter’s advances. If I was a student, I’d want to have him fuck me too. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me regardless. “Those are hot tattoos,” Peter said, looking at Dominic and my biohazard tattoos. He placed his hand on my chest, feeling the tattoo over my heart. Then he ran his hand along Dominic’s tattoo, continuing down to his dick which he grabbed. “You’ve got a monster on you.” “Ten inches, baby.” Dominic said. “Fuck. I’ve only ever stuck a finger in my hole before. Will it hurt?” “Count on it,” Dominic said, winking. “I’ll be taking your ass first. I hear you like men like me.” “Fuck, yeah, I do. Take my hole.” “I will,” Dominic said. “I’ll be adding you to my tally count.” He ran his hand along the tally marks on his arm. “Fifty so far. I’m expecting you and Pastor Kline to make up fifty-one and fifty-two.” “What if Will pozzes me?” Peter asked. “It was my toxic seed that made Will who he is. Whatever men he converts I convert through him.” Peter climbed onto the bed along with Pastor Kline who was already on his back, his legs held back, revealing his hole. Having been fucked so much over the last few weeks, Pastor Kline’s hole was slightly red and puffy. He’d be converting soon. I lined my dick up with Pastor Kline’s hole and shoved myself inside, my eyes meeting Peter’s who was watching me with interest. He watched as I started pounding into Pastor Kline’s hole, my dick lined with streaks of blood already. “Are you ready for Dominic’s cock?” I asked Peter. “I am,” Peter said, grabbing his legs. “You ready to accept his toxic seed?” “I want it,” Peter moaned. I watched as his dick started to leak a copious amount of cum over his stomach. I imagined how much poz cum he would be able to make once he was converted. He’d be able to infect dozens of men if he wanted within such a short period of time. “Get ready for the night that’ll change your life,” Dominic said, pressing his dick’s head against Peter’s hole. “Do it,” Peter said, his grip on his legs tightening. “You want to bleed?” Peter nodded. “That a boy,” Dominic said. He spit a wad on his dick and shoved the tip of his cock inside Peter’s hole. “FUCK!” Peter screamed, his hands nearly losing their grip as his legs shook. I watched as Peter’s hole resisted Dominic’s forceful entry. “Let me in, baby,” Dominic called over Peter’s cries. “Push your hole out. Give me your ass.” Peter’s face was red, tears in his eyes. He nodded and, through his shaking, pushed his ass out toward Dominic’s dick. “That’s it,” Dominic said, his hands reaching out and holding Peter’s feet. “Keep going.” “I feel like I’m going to shit,” Peter groaned. “You do, and I’ll make you clean it up,” Dominic said, smiling. I kept fucking Pastor Kline as I watched Dominic’s dick enter further into Peter’s hole. Already I could see the damage being done to Peter. There was no doubt he would bleed. “You want this poz cock?” Dominic asked. Peter nodded, his lips held tight shut to stop himself from screaming as Dominic continued to force himself inside. He was halfway in, the hair around Peter’s hole clinging to the intruder. “That looks fucking hot,” I told Dominic. “I love feeling a virgin hole open,” Dominic said. “How many virgin holes have you had Peter? How many holes have you taken?” “Lewis’s hole,” Peter groaned, his chest heaving as Dominic forced more of himself into Peter’s waiting body. “My wife’s. Two girls in high school.” “So much for no sex before marriage,” Dominic said, smiling. “And sex outside of marriage.” “I’m fucking horny all the time,” Peter said. “I’m always wanting to fuck something.” “That’s good,” Dominic said. “We’ll be using that to our advantage. Once you’re poz, you’ll be fucking as many men as possible, knocking them up. With all the cum you make, you’ll be able to get through an entire group in no time. I can’t wait to take you to a bathhouse.” I could feel my orgasm approaching, Pastor Kline’s hole gripping my dick, begging for my cum. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, a long groan escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hands gripping his legs. His dick, which was hardly hard, leaked out cum which ran down his stomach and onto the bed. I leaned forward and scooped up Pastor Kline’s cum. “Peter, eat this,” I said, holding my hand out over his face. Peter opened his mouth and I tilted my hand, dripping Pastor Kline’s cum into his mouth. Pastor Kline watched as his seed dripped over Peter’s tongue. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. He released one of his legs and reached over to Peter’s face, pulling it in his direction. Dominic and I continued to fuck them both as they started kissing, swapping Pastor Kline’s cum. By the time they separated, both had cum running down their cheeks, smiles lighting up their faces. This pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, grabbing Pastor Kline’s legs and slamming myself into his ass. I did my best to burry myself deep as I started shooting. My body shook with each burst, the sight of Peter and Pastor Kline making out as Dominic plowed Peter’s ass sending me into another world. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter in the next part too.

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Damn. Hot story. Many hot stories are inspired by kinky minds but possibly because of the state of mind at the time of writing, they tend to lack good writing skills. All my posts are the example of those. However wheb I find story like this, where kink and good writing are combined. It's my mind explodes with lust. Ive re-read last chapter and now I am on my way to a guys house to live my own sexual fantasy. Thabks and please post more soon

Part 11 Casey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Casey and Tyler werent really friends beyond hanging out in the common areas in the dorm. The hall, the bathroom, and the rooms that always had the doors open. Tyler wasnt one of the guys who kept his door open much but after a while the guys got comfortable and everyone started to just walk into rooms without thinking about it. Of all the things that Casey could have come up with that Tyler might be doing at that moment in his room, what he saw was nowhere near that list. Tyler was a nice guy, quiet but still in the mix with the rest of the guys, and religious, or at least Casey thought he was. They stared at each other. Casey was stuck speechless with his mouth agape. Tyler noticed that Casey wasnt looking him in the eyes. Then he realized. Casey was staring at the cum now dripping down his face. But he followed Casey's eyes down to his hole. Tyler realized his fingers were still inside him and that realization prompted him to pull them out slowly. Casey watched as the fingers also brought something with them. Was that cum dripping from Tyler's hole? Did Tyler cum before and fuck himself with that load? Little did Casey know. It was the click of the door closing that knocked Casey back from his thoughts. The sound did the same for Tyler as he closed his legs with embarrassment. He was found out. This was it. Casey always seemed like a good guy, friendly and kind to everyone he met. But he just caught a guy finger fucking himself right at the moment that he came a huge load. For a second, he feared for his life. "Bro I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Tyler stopped him as he pulled his blanket over his legs and crotch. "Please Casey. Please dont tell anyone. No one knows." "That you jerk off? Ty everyone jerks off you gotta know that!" "Uh...yeah...I..." "Did you like fuck your cum into your hole? I mean thats some pretty dirty shit but hey whatever gets you off right?" "My own cum? What do you-" "Oh I thought-" Then they both looked at each other as they realized what they had been missing. Tyler broke the tense silence first. Go with Casey's story, he thought. "Oh yeah, my c-" "Ty did a guy fuck his cum up into you?" Another silence. Tyler had no idea what would happen if the entire dorm found out. His family would find out soon after. "No...Casey....no I-" "Ty. It's cool. I wont tell. Its fine bro. I shouldnt have busted in like that. Ill knock from now on." "No I-" Tyler didnt know how to finish that sentence. He didnt know what to say at a time like this. He noticed Casey's eyes moving down the bed. Tyler was hard again and his cock was tenting the blanket. Casey came to and turned around to leave. He didnt hear Tyler call to him again softly over the sound of the doorknob being opened and the door whipping open and shut quickly. Tyler thought for a moment and waited another minute to let his cock soften. He pulled himself out of bed grabbed his boxers and used them as a towel to wipe the cum off his face chest and stomach. He needed a shower. Clean this day off and get back to thinking straight again. He would pray as he showered and figure out how to talk to Casey. Tyler grabbed his toiletry bag wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of his room toward the bathroom. He knew he would have to pass Casey's room and he started to worry that maybe Casey had gathered a bunch of the guys to tell them what he saw. As he approached he saw that Caseys door was closed. What if there was a group in there listening to the story about the Christian boy down the hall who loved getting fucked and bred? Tyler leaned his body into Caseys door to try to see if he could hear any voices but as he leaned in the door gave. It wasnt fully closed and Tyler ended up stumbling into Caseys room. "What the fuck? Ty?!" Tyler couldnt respond as he saw Casey laying in bed naked and holding his hard cock in his hand.

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.