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I was terrified as I returned home to David. Partly because I had never cheated on him but mostly because of AIDS. I had seen Peter was gaunt and I had told him to cum inside me anyway. What the fuck had I been thinking. That’s just it. I hadn’t thought I just fell under the spell of his incredible sexy appeal. I hadn’t told David, but I had been disdainful of his insistence we use condoms, not now! I was so thankful that when he entered me now, he was protected from my folly. I secretly got tested as soon as it was prudent. Every night I fell asleep with the dreadful thought haunting me, ‘I’m going to wake tomorrow dripping in sweat and clobbered by the ‘fuck flu’ and I won’t be able to hide that from David. It didn’t come, and the result came back negative. I have never been so relieved about anything in my life. I resolved to never have sex outside my primary relationship ever again. That resolve lasted for two-hole years. Two things began to seep into my thoughts. One, how much I missed David’s cum in my ass. He’d let me suck him off. But there was no way he would enter me without a condom. The other was a longing to be with other men. I loved David. We had a great sex life even after all these years. I just couldn’t keep deluding myself, I wanted more. I wanted variety. I wanted sex with strangers. I missed the bathhouse and the sex parties. I missed being a cum dump slut. I missed being used and a submissive pleasure giver. I began to slip back into depression. I found a gay therapist, so I at least had him to talk to. He was patient and kind and non-judgemental. I felt understood. For six months I felt relief. Then something started to disturb me. It took a while to figure it out, this deep inner stirring toward my therapist but one night watching a Rom-Com, it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I was falling in love with this gentle, caring , patient man. At the next session I allowed myself to look at him. Really look at him. And I realized just how handsome he was. I was taken over by a raging boner. It was so uncomfortable, but I couldn’t’ adjust it under his attentive gaze. This happened for the next four sessions. It wouldn’t wait to set in. I got hard approaching his office. Finally, he brought it up. Not directly, but he asked; “Something has shifted, something is going on that you are not trusting me with, what is distracting you?’’ Was it with relief or utter frustration that I blurted out. “Fuck man, I have a boner. I get it every time I even think about you. Tell me how to control it.” “There is no ‘controlling it’, ‘it is very natural. You find me sexually attractive. It’s uncomfortable in your pants and you don’t feel safe enough to adjust it. Go ahead, I understand. But what is worst is we both know you can’t act on it. Not because I have any problem with you moving beyond monogamous sex. But because I’m your therapist, and ethically I can’t let that happen.” I talked about my situation more honestly and he talked about our need to renegotiate my therapeutic goals. Therapists talk for terminating our relationship. He was kind, encouraging and provided me with the names of three other therapists’ that he would recommend to me. Two were women, and the man was straight. I was gracious and thanked him as I left his office that last time. But inside, and as I took the bus home, I was heartbroken. Brokenhearted angry and rebellious deep down. It was so fuckin tempting to get off the bus early at the bathhouse stop. In fact, I had left my seat and was at the exit but didn’t pull the bell. Didn’t get off even though the bus did stop right at the bathhouse entrance. No. I went home to my beautiful, dutiful, loving David. I still loved our frequent sex; I just had more thoughts of it being with other men during and between ‘fuck night’. Our unique way of telling the other what we hoped for that night. With enough care and nuance we could signal our interest even sitting across the room at a social function or party. I did not go to another therapist. I knuckled down, doubled down, my efforts to push away my sexual cravings. It was exhausting but for two full years I did succeed. But then I had to go to my hometown for another family funeral. I hadn’t even gotten off the phone from learning of the death and I was thinking of Peter. Even beleaguered and weak Peter came to the visitation. Invited me out after for a drink. Despite my best efforts, I went. We talked about old times, our lives now, and I wasn’t the least surprised when he told me he was HIV Positive. He flirted with me and touched my knee frequently, but he never invited me to the bathroom, nor to the old shack, which was probably long gone. There was to be no sexual encounter on this trip. My rational mind was relieved to know this. My body was not. It ached for him. My cock was at least semi-hard for him every moment in his presence. Frequently it was rock hard, and I subtly adjusted it under the table to diminish the uncomfortable confinement in my pants. As we were about to part on the street in front of the bar he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck you.” I said “No”. He put a hand on my crotch and said; “Your body says otherwise. At least walk with me, my new place isn’t far out of your way.” His wife and he had amicably gone separate ways when they found out he was poz. She supported him, but they knew their limits with each other and gave each other space and freedom. When we got to his door, he grinned at me that distinctive seductive Peter grin and said. “I want to fuck you.” I followed him inside. He led me to his bedroom, embraced me and we had the most passionate face suck session we had ever had. Finally, he started to unbutton my shirt. I let him seductively remove every piece of my clothing. As I stood naked, he proceeded with the striptease of a professional stripper on stage. The moment his beautiful cock sprang free, I knew there was only one place I wanted it, needed it. He gently laid me on my back and his face moved in for his five o’clock shadow to scratch my hairy ass. Soon his tongue was darting in as he expertly rimmed my hole. When he stood and began to tease my hole with his bare mushroom head I sheepishly asked; “Condom?” “I don’t have any here. I don’t keep any. I want to fuck you.” “I want you to fuck me, but I can’t let you. Not without a condom.” His mushroom head penetrated my outer ring. “I want to fuck you.” “No, please pull it out.” He sank in a half inch more; “I want to fuck you.” “Fuck that feels so God damn good, but no, please pull out.” “I want to fuck you.” As he sank in another inch. “No, just let me feel it balls deep for old times sake. Then promise me you will pull out.” As he was pushing and I equally pulling him in he said it again; “I want to fuck you.” “I want it too, but only ten strokes. Then you must pull out. Do you understand?” “I want to fuck you.” As his strokes started I counted out loud “1 …2…3…4..5…6…7…8…9…10..11..12..13..14..15…STOP” Continuing at an increasing pace; “I want to fuck you.” “And I want you to fuck me, just don’t cum. Okay” “I’m fucking you.”, as his piston pounding began. There was no mistaking, I was push my ass toward him as much as he into me. His voice again; “We’re fucking.” “Yes, we are, and it’s wonderful. Just don’t cum in me. Understand?” “I want to breed you.” “No.” “I want to breed you, for old times sake.” “No” but I continued to actively participate in the fuck. “I’m close, I’m going to breed you.” “No, you are not”, as my hands on his ass forcefully pulled him into me as deep as I could get him. He let out the longest orgasmic groan as I felt blast after blast of his toxic seed painting my inner walls. When he caught his breath, “I bred you.” “I know, you shouldn’t have.” “You didn’t try to stop me.” “You’re right, I didn’t.” “You wanted this.” “You’re right, I love you Peter. I need your DNA. Toxic or not. No, I need it more so since it is toxic. I need you to live on in me. You are my longest and best childhood friend. You took my anal virginity. We’ve moved our fantasy Indian’s fighting to the death to the next level. I just took your dagger up the ass." With his sexy grin, “You did. And you are going to stay the night.”

Midway through the load dumping process last night

I stayed the night. Which means he gave me another of his toxic loads. I stayed the next day and night having sex with him and three of his H.V.L. other friends. When I did leave his place, I’d had another dozen HIV positive loads pumped into my vulnerable guts. I’d drank all their piss from their spigots. They used my ass as their urinal. And, I was introduced to fisting. The first time the smallest hand disappeared into my ass I was amazed. Then I took a bigger hand. Such pain, and such an adrenaline rush. Between fucks and loads they just kept working me deeper and deeper until I could take an arm up to the elbow. The feeling inside my gut was incredible and terrifying. I had known myself as a sub for a long time, but this took turning my body over for men to use and abuse to another level. I couldn’t get enough. I never wanted to leave, but I had to get back home. I had to get back to David. A week and a half later I awoke in a puddle of sweat and feeling like I’d been hit by a freighter. For the first few days I just wanted to die. David was an amazing nurse, and his homemade chicken broth slowly brought me back into the land of the living. I told him I must have picked this flu bug up flying home. He never questioned a thing. Which made me feel even worse about myself. My blood work was unequivocal. I was now HIV positive. I was left feeling both relieved and incredibly guilty that I hadn’t had David come to the appointment when I got the news. How could I keep it from him? Yet the prospect of him knowing and dumping me was terrifying. Deeper inside it was as if a huge tightly wound band of stress had broken and unraveled. I could no longer avoid my out-of-control libido. I wanted sex all the time. Any man I was within three feet of set my skin off like a jolt from an electric cattle prodder. I began sneaking off to the bathhouse at every chance I could steal. My enormous sexual energy attracted men to me like a powerful magnet. I began having sex in public bathrooms, in back allies, behind dumpsters, even when I could sneak a blow job at work. But most of my encounters were not blow jobs. I took most men up the ass and if I could entice them to do it without protection all the more satisfying for me. Many required no enticing whatsoever. I stopped counting at fifty anonymous breeding’s. One date night our stunning waiter flirted with me relentlessly seemingly unrestrained by David’s presence. When I excused myself for the washroom this brazen waiter moved in behind me lowered my pants and underpants and forced his raw cock into me. As he fucked me he asked if David was my partner. “Yes” “How long have you been together.” “Many years.” “Does he know you take stranger’s raw cocks?” “No.” “Do you want me to stop.” “No” “Do you want me to pull out when I cum.” “NO” Another man entered the bathroom and the waiter just kept pumping away in my ass. The other man watched as the waiter dumped his load deep inside me and then left. I returned to David, both afraid he might question how long I’d taken but mostly thrilled to have such a handsome mans DNA deep in my ass. The guy that had watched was sitting across from us and kept giving me the stink eye. I loved it. When David paid the bill, the waiter thanked us and enthusiastically encouraged us to come again. That gave me an idea and I told David. “I drank a lot. Why don’t you go warm up the car? I’ll take a quick piss and meet you there.” David left and I went into the bathroom, followed soon after by the waiter and one of the cooks. My pants were soon around my knees, the waiters cock in my mouth and the cook was fucking me. Raw, no condom, bareback. It didn’t take long for him to spray his load. But not before the dishwasher arrived to slip into my dripping vacated hole. The dishwasher was still fucking me when David arrived. He awkwardly slid passed us to get to the urinal as he casually said. “Don’t mind me boys, have at it.” As David took his leak the dishwasher groaned and shot blast after bast up my ass. With three of us left in the bathroom David turned me around and guided our waiter’s raw cock into my cum sloppy hole. To the waiter he said, “Go ahead, enjoy yourself. You may as well. I know you sent him back to our table with a load in his ass earlier. ” To me David said; “Take your time, I’ll wait in the car.” And then before the door closed, he called back, “Fuck night.” A forth load up my ass I climbed into the car shame faced. Not a word was spoken until we were in our bed and his sheathed hard on was buried balls deep in me. I started to cry. I was mortified beyond shame. He just stayed in me and held me, tightly, lovingly. This just made me weep. How could I be such an asshole? How could I let my slutty ass destroy such a wonderful life? I don’t know how long I cried, but he just stayed with me, stayed in me. When I settled, he lifted up and looked deep into my eyes. He thrust his pelvis and gently asked if I wanted him to continue. When I nodded the affirmative, he made such sweet tender love to me. After he came, we hugged for a bit, he slipped off the cum filled condom and asked if I’d gotten off yet. I hadn’t. Then he did something we had never done before. His mouth engulfed my cock and brought it to full attention. He expertly serviced it until I was afraid I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tried to tell him, but he just increased his efforts and I unloaded in his mouth. He swallowed every drop of my toxic cum. He didn't know! I melted into a stream of grief filled tears once again.

Last night when to sauna, was rather quiet, on the way walking to the dark room I saw this tall hairy big bellied daddy, our eyes met and I went up to him. And immediately kneel down to start sucking his cock, he stop me, then took me to a room. There he asked, condom? Said no, he smiled, kissed me passionately, then whispered to my ear, I fuck hard and rough no pull out . I just responded, daddy, fuck me however you want. He suddenly push me to the bed on my back, lift my leg and start pushing his already hard cock, not the longest but extremely thick. Lucky I put some lube on the way to the dark room , but it was still quite painful to start and he just pounding into rhythm, one hand on my neck ,starting to chock me. He was using to hand now chocking I was trying to hold on to his hand too , I can feel I was about to pass out , he loosened up then slap me soo hard . My ear are ringing I was up , he was pounding me spitting on my face then he chocked me again and up his pace, I felt I was cumming, and I did came hands free being while he’s pounding and chocking. I was in heaven! He came not long after, deep inside. Omg, it was one of the best fuck I had this year. After he was back being gentle giant, kiss me passionately, thanka me for a being a good hole. I told him he can breed me anytime he wants, so we swap numbers. I didn’t really had the high fuck after that. Got two more loads from some random. Then went home. But hoping that daddy will call me soon:)

Took an anonymous load today. Waited ass up in a jock. Guy came over, started by fingering my hole, and then slid inside me. Started off slow, sliding in and out. He picked up the pace and really started fucking me. Felt amazing, could feel him hitting my prostate. Then he went it as deep as he could and bred me. Sure hope to get another load from him again soon.

Today we see a third group of Hostages released from Palestine (or, more precisely, from Palestine to Egypt to safe-zones elsewhere). Anyone who believes that the Israeli Government did this all on it's own is simply unaware of the facts. It is due entirely by pressure from President Biden, working with the Qatari's, to accomplish the addressing of this humanitarian issue. Anyone who believes this humanitarian exchange of hostages is something the Israeli Government dreamed up, all on it's own, is simply not cogent or worse. It is solely our President, Joe Biden, whose sense of compassion for the thousands upon thousands of Palestinian civilians under the most serious conditions, without food, potable water, medical care, the barest of necessities to maintain life, that - along with the Qatari's assistance - is solely responsible. Imagine if Mr. Trumpanzee* were President when this series of tragedies began to unfold. That insipid fool may have simply cut Israel loose, with even worse consequences. Or, allowed the US to be dragged into a general war in the Middle East. Mr. Trump was, is, and will continue to be solely concerned with his own filth catching up with him, and winding up in the clink. This series of events is a perfect example of President Biden's patience, exerting continuing pressure on the myopic Prime Minister of Israel to allow some measure of humanitarian relief for the thousands and thousands of civilians in the area. If there is one single act by our President, demonstrating beyond question his competency, his thoughtful-yet-insistent patience when dealing with a foreign head of state with far less humanity, markedly less intellect, then I wonder what it will take to shine a light into the darkness of those who believe Mr. Biden is somehow enfeebled. It may be true that Mr. Biden isn't as spry as he used to be; what octogenarian is? It may be that his speaking voice is softer than some would like. The indisputable fact is though, he is eminently capable to lead the Free World through crises, demonstrate clearly the compassion the world is feeling for the downtrodden, and steer the ship-of-state through difficult, churning waters. Let's put aside our domestic divisions, and give the man the credit he's due. *credit: Mr. Bootman

If I understand well it was your very first time you took a fist even though you practiced with dildos or so. So, 15 minutes sounds very fast for me. Fisting is not a race. I agree with @FelchingPisser that there’s no two similar holes. Every fistee deserves special attention. I prefer if the fistee drives me. If he founds to fast, intense or much he notices it and I slow down or push back etc. for example, Saturday I fisted a couple. Both of them were experienced but very tight especially one of them. It took hours when I could push my full fist in him. His boyfriend was more stretchy but he became tight again within minutes and then I had to start almost from the beginning again. However, after a while I could punch his hole. There was another guy, especially when he became higher he was impatient and finally the guys wanted me to fist both them which was very tiring. LoL So the fister must be patient and follow the fistee’s orders. It’s a very enjoyable play but it’s also dangerous. So fisters must be careful

Looking back I was afraid of coming out as gay but after I got hiv I have no problem or regrets of being gay now I am happy and proud of being gay now and if I could have come out sooner I would have done it to the first guy I kissed at a bar was so cool

And I will add: Even if we recognize (as we must) that much of the lifting here was done by key administration officials, like the Secretary of State, that doesn't negate Biden's role in any way. For starters, knowing how The Former Guy got fed up with his own officials that he kept swapping them out for more and more MAGA-esque replacements, we can be sure that if there's ever a second Trump regime, there won't be any thoughtful, reasonable conservatives in his administration quietly distracting him and blocking the most horrible impulses that people like Stephen Miller and Hobo Bannon push on him - he'll have patsy yes-men who will indulge his every whim. As bad as things are in Israel and Gaza right now, Trump would be pouring gasoline on the fire. And second: having qualified, expert help in your administration is exactly how the system is supposed to work, with the direction set from the top and implementation entrusted, for the most part, to the Cabinet and their deputies. Biden has chosen well for his leadership team and as bad as things are in parts of the world (and indeed, in parts of this country) I sleep better knowing the buck stops with him and not the AllAboutMe guy.

Sure, sometimes I want sex, sex and more sex. Then I have a while when I don't really care. Well, if a hot guy gets my attention I might change my mind, but mostly I'll be busy doing whatever else I'm in to at that moment and enjoying my personal space. I can really need that space at times and don't want to kiss, have sex. whatever, then the next day I want to get tangled up with a hot guy and kiss for ages. I just follow the phases. They are what they are and I don't mind them.

After two loads.

Two days ago out cruising. I was good up ass out bent over my car and I felt a guys hands pull my cheeks open and slide his raw cock in. It was long and fat and stretched me a bit but I could tell he didn’t care. After about 5 mins he pulled out twisted me round n shoved it in my mouth it was then I saw it was a BBC. Suddenly another cock was in my ass n pumping like mad. After a few moments I could feel it pulse as it was spurting deep. As soon as he had pulled his slippy cock out the black guy spun me back round n fucked me hard n fast. Deep past my second ring and within a minute he was spitting his load deep. I counted 9 deep pulses as the ropes splashed my insides. As he pulled out he bent over n whispered that should make you join our club!

I've been too busy this week to fulfil my usual cravings and quotas as an anonymous cumdump. I got so needy for spunk today that even though I only had 30 mins after work before a mate was supposed to come round, I messaged the first blank profile near me on grindr and begged him to come round and breed my pussy. I got into my jockstrap and a harness, unlocked my front door, and waited ass up, blindfolded on the bed for him to arrive. He came in, just some uni student by the sounds of it, slapped his cock against my hole a few times, then spat on his dick and slid it into me, fucking me as hard as he could but stopping occasionally (probably to keep from cumming too quick). Then there was knocking at the front door. My friend had arrived really early. There was hesitation from my breeder but I told him to ignore it and begged him to keep fucking me, that I needed his seed inside me. More knocking. I started getting nervous that my mate would try the door and find it unlocked and let himself in and find me getting fucked hard in a harness and blindfold. The fear must have made my hole clench a little as the guy told me that my cunt was so tight, he picked up the pace and it wasn't long until I heard those magical words "I'm gonna cum" and I felt his cock twitch a few times as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of spunk in me. Once he was sure I had every drop inside my guts he slapped my ass, got dressed again and headed out the way he'd come in. I didn't want to keep my mate waiting any longer so threw the blindfold off, grabbed some jeans and a shirt and put them over my jock and harness and went to let my mate in. He asked why I was barefoot and who the guy that had just left was but I just told him "a friend" as I began to feel some of the stranger's cum start to leak out my hole and down my leg.

I just learned I'm hiv plus. Tbh I'm still processing it and reviewing pros and cons but I've to tell ya...the thrill of knowing that I can let my piggy slutty power bottom self go for the rest of my life is pretty incredible.

Fitting this should be my first post. Hello all

And after almost a month without being able to play, I finally got some action last night, when I got fucked by 3 different topd, at 3 separate times between Thursday evening 10pm and Friday 10am. About 12 hours of being fucked, and 3 loads collected by the end of the marathon. A sloppy hole and a tired - but happy 🐷- bottom.

Hi all - going to Europe next week and looking for cumdump friendly hotels in Amsterdam, Hamburg and Copenhagen. Hoping to get flooded everyday sheiks day. Also feel free to message me if you want to drop a load in me

Sniffies.com can be great for quickies. Had some great hookups from that site!

No, it's not the worth the pain so much as the expression on a total strangers face when you mention it at your local watering hole. "Well, I took this 9.5 inch guy bb last night and I swear I had to run to the drug store first thing this morning. I used some cheap water based lube and now I am paying the price because I was out of Preparation H and I had to drive here in the car sitting on one of those inflatable donuts". You'll have total silence for at least 30 seconds, no boring stories about family arguments at the Thanksgiving dinner table. Try it, I bet the you'll have a similar response.....

I do, a bit. I miss in-person cruising sex (public restrooms and parks and such) a lot more.

If you're really in to a guy and want him in you it's easier. I've been surprised by that a couple of times. I'm generally a bit tight at first and need to work up to anything big. These guys I really wanted were a lot easier though.

6 now poz

Being newly poz and not yet on meds (not opposed, just more financial hurdles so just a timing issue more than anything); I just can't bring myself to not be candid with any sexmates. Sure, if all I am doing is blowing them, the risk is virtually nill. But I haven't even done that. I am certainly being hit on by chasers though.

There’s no other way to describe what I am to the few men who use me locally. They call, and if it is humanly possible, I take their cock as quickly as I can get ready. One of them hits me up whenever he is down from Chicago visiting his family - he called me out of the blue night before last, and within two hours a guy half my age was inside me. Bred me four times that night. There’s another younger local who hits me up about once a month, drops by, does his thing, and leaves. I always take him within an hour if possible. But on-demand is my whole modus operandi - I believe that any Top has a right to my service, and I have a duty and obligation to provide my body for pleasure any time asked, as quickly as I can, as immediately as possible. I just wish men understood that all they have to do is tell me they want it.

Same. I used to think keeping a jockstrap (or a thong) on let them know this but locked in chastity kept it more obvious. I’ve always hated receiving bj’s so I know I was born a “fag”.

From a crowd-reception standpoint, I tend to take the position of "If they don't like it, fuck them", so bear that in mind. From a medical perspective, keep in mind that a bathhouse is far from a sterile environment. It's far from a clean environment, for that matter. If your injury involves any open wound (ie surgical sutures, a cut that left things exposed, etc.) you might consider waiting a bit; even with a boot on, you might find your bandages getting something pretty nasty on them and possibly set back your recovery. And if you mean from the perspective of the bathhouse, you could always contact them during normal business hours, when a manager type person is likely to be around, and ask if he thinks it presents any problems.

Me to I really get off on being used for there pleasure

Speaking of a sequel, today there was inspiration within for two brand new characters, a neg 18 year old virgin, a potential pig in the making called Jake, and another friend of Master Terry's whose identity (face and name) would never be revealed to any of the other characters nor the audience; just a description! He would be mute too. There is a comedy I love that has several characters you never see and one builds up an image of what they look and sound like, like reading a book -- I love that. These two new characters would only appear in the sequel, if there is one, with the central character to this story sub-Jason, aka faggot-boy remaining at the centre of the overall plot. Both new characters storylines would mainly be located at Master Terry's home! 🐷 😈 ☣️

I wouldn't/couldn't say no. I had 3 loads up my hole when that pic was taken yesterday, 4 more were added after. It was overflowing

Hey I feel sure he would have said if you’re going too fast……my last time in Dirty Dicks, wearing chaps shorts, with my hole well douched and greased / lubed (so important to be prepared for when opportunity arises). I was approached from behind by a hot guys who was very quick to unzip the rear entry zip 😈……. I very quickly senses he knew exactly what he was doing and had great technique 😜…… a good few sniffs of poppers and one leg on the rung of a stool and he was in wrist deep …..probably no more than 3 minutes…I was gagging 😈

Had a horny foursome last night with my boy, Drew, his buddy, Dwayne and my buddy, Steve. The four of us have fucked around many times before but last night’s fuck was the best. Steve and I put the boys in regulation jockstraps - they’ve both got nice bulges and he jocks make their asses look amazing. We put the boys on their bellies, spread their legs and Steve buried his face in Drew’s asss crack while I did the same to Dwayne. Steve and I both have heavy stubble and strong tongues and wee made those boys moan for an hour as we ate their holes. We swapped boy several times and got them good and wet. By now Steve and I were well fukkin hard so we mounted the boys and pressed our hard cocks on their holes and at exactly the same moment we drove our cocks balls deep up their asses. They both moaned together as we penetrated them. We fucked them good for ten minutes and I suggested to Steve that we swap but he said “you fuck Drew most days, I’m enjoying his ass so I’m gunna breed him” I agreed but said we should cum together. I said “I’m about to shoot my load into Dwayne” Steve said “gimme a minute” Then he grunted “I’m gunna cum” and with that Steve and I grunted and fucked our loads up the boy’s assholes. After we’d emptied our balls Steve and I stayed inside the boys and just grinned at each other. I love watching Steve fuck - he’s a real masculine guy and sports a massive cock - bigger than me. Drew was opened up wide and well seeded.

My compliments and appreciation for sharing. Welcum to our family!

I 'himed and hawed' for three days over the job application. I certainly couldn't let anyone back home know where I'd be working, but finally concluded, 'that's why I left home.' My job was cleaning out rooms after guys left. Changing the sheets. That kind of thing. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it paid the bills. And the side benefits of guys constantly flirting with me, making it clear they wanted my body, my ass was very attractive. The management turned a blind eye to when it moved from flirting to me actually having sex, as long as they were quickies and didn't interfere with getting my work done. I became very good friends with the nymph. He got me invited to many orgies. For the next year I had tons of sex with a huge assortment of guys. I grow to love cruising in the woods of the huge inner city park. Whenever I went, night or day, there seemed to be lots of guys ready to suck and fuck. My ass was hosting a dozen guys per week and eight to twelve loads planted deep. This required frequent trips to the sexual health clinic. My ass was beginning to feel like a pin cushion. Then one afternoon coming out of a movie I saw him. He was buying a ticket. The classic tall dark and handsome. Fur spilling out at his neck, beautiful curly hair and sexy five o'clock shadow. I had never done this before but I walked right up to him and gave him my number. I smiled as I handed it to him, "Not pressure, but perhaps we could do coffee, a drink, or whatever. " He smiled back and accepted my note. I didn't expect to hear anything but the next afternoon got a call from him. "Might whatever include a walk?" We walked and talked for hours. I was in love. We had lots in common. We didn't talk about sex so I didn't tell him where when I reluctantly excused myself so I wouldn't be late for work. I did hookup with a muscular hunk at the end of my shift. But my mind was on my walk date, imagining sex with him. My hookup noticed I was distracted. He probably should have just walked away, but it was late and he was clearly ready to get off. "You want this or not?" He asked with a surly voice. "Fuck, sorry man. Yeah, you’re so hot." "So what do you want?" Not quite as angry. "To please you and this beautiful cock. You a top?" "Yup." "Fuck me, breed me." And he did. It was an angry fuck, and I loved it. I imagined my walk date pounding me. For the next week I saw David, my walk date, and my infatuation almost everyday. I never talked about my work or my sex life. I was growing frustrated this wasn't leading to sex, but I so enjoyed his company and was infatuated by his handsome good looks. Then one night we went to a gay bar. We danced and drank and danced some more. When his shirt came off I was breathless. When he removed mine before a slow dance I feared I'd cum in my pants. At the end of the dance he kissed me tenderly. One of those lingering kisses that grew more and more passionate. Finally he asked the golden question; "Your place or mine?" As far as I was concerned we couldn't get to his place fast enough. We didn't talk about sexual positions, sexual histories, STD protection, nada. He stripped me, laid me on his bed, removed his clothes, I lifted my legs, ate my ass, mounted and bred me. He fucked me three more times through the night and over breakfast invited me to move in. I immediately gave notice on my place and never slept there again. Every bedtime my legs were in the air and this God's cock was in my ass. We never talked about it, but the assumption was we were a monogamous couple. Knowing I couldn't go home with cum in my ass I refused all invitations at work in the bathhouse. Well until I didn't one night. Five very hunky guys were having a great party in a sling room. David and I had been together for a month. The sex was still great, but I was beginning to miss my old ways. Two of the guys from the party kept coming onto me hard and heavy. I was more than tempted and knew I'd lost my fight to resist when I allowed them to kiss me. They immediately dragged me to the party room. I didn't resist. Five sets of hands attacked my clothes and before I knew it I was strapped into the sling. As many more than five cocks ravaged me over the next two hours I didn't think about David once. I was dripping and gaping when I went to the showers and took three more loads there. Only as I decended the stairs to leave the bathhouse did the dread of what I had just allowed hit me like a Mac truck. David was sound asleep when I crawled into bed and I prayed two things for hours as I couldn't fall asleep. That he wouldn't wake and want to make love and that the cum I hadn't been able to push out wouldn't leak out if I did fall asleep. I did manage a couple hours sleep and David said nor asked nothing about the night before over breakfast or ever again. I quit my job the next day and got a job waiting tables within twenty four hours. In two years I'd established a great reputation and was able to move to a very nice high end restaurant where the tips were great. David assumed I'd been waiting tables all along and I never corrected this. Five years into our relationship we began hearing rumors about a gay disease in San Francisco. Within a year or so it started showing up in our city, and some of our friends grew ill, a couple died very quickly. The AIDS epidemic was soon in full swing. David and I were so grateful to be monogamous. But, David was so frightened he insisted we start to use condoms. I had struggled within myself with temptations over the years. Especially when wealthy patrons at the restaurant would flirt or invite me to their hotel to increase their tip, wink, wink. But I had resisted, especially with the onset of AIDS. My mom died after a lengthy illness. I'd been home a couple times during the illness but it was at the funeral home that Peter came to pay his respects. I was concerned he looked a bit gaunt, but he assured me he was well and suggested we meet for a drink after the funeral and before heading back to my now home. Noone in my hometown knew about David. I accepted the invitation but was determined to send last minute regrets. I didn't trust myself around my childhood friend. But, at the last minute I gave in and met him at the bar. It was like we had never been appart. We talked about the great sex we had shared. Our many sexual adventures over the years. I hadn't felt so free and comfortable to talk about this part of my life in years. When I finally talked about David, our monogamous relationship, my grave temptations but resistance, Peter's eyes lit up with growing lust. "I've gotta piss. You?" He asked with an unmistakable seduction. I knew I shouldn't go but followed anyway. We went right to the farthest stall. I dropped my pants and with only spit for lube he was balls deep into me. He'd stop fucking when we heard the door. When the guys would leave we'd giggle and the pounding would continue. "So where would David want me to leave my load?" I had told him my frustration with the condoms. "Shit, David ! You better pull out. " I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "But what do you really want?" "Fuck Peter, you know I want you to breed me ... but you better pull out. " His breathing was heavy and his voice was raspy. "I ... wa ..nt to ... give you ..." I should have pushed him away then and there, but instead I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep. I knew he was unloading in me and it felt amazing. "Fuck yeah man. I needed that!" "I know you did. Glad to accommodate. " said Peter.

I hightailed it to my destination city, 2.5 days drive. Every truck stop that I passed I was so tempted to stop for any sexual action that I could find. But my old repressed frightened self won out and I kept my nose to the road. The first two weeks spent in my new city were consumed with apartment hunting, moving in, buying the basics for my place, with a tiny bit of time left to start a job hunt. The next month was spent in a funk, walking my new neighbourhood, setting up accounts, but mostly, desperately sad for the life I had just walked away form. Oh yeah, and ashamed and despairing of the work I had not been able to find. I was too low to have any energy left for libido. I lived like a monk. Celibate. That is until I didn’t! One day walking on the beach the thought got through to me, ‘Why the fuck are you wasting your time grieving and feeling guilt for the life you left behind? Remember why you left? Remember!’ As I walked home, I picked up a gay rag to find my closest bathhouse. It was just six blocks away. An easy walk. I worried and stewed withing my self about the best time to go for the maximum action. Afterall, I had never been to one. I finally just left. Arrived about 8 p.m.. The place was very quiet. Like dead quiet, only two very old men, that’s in their 80’s old, and myself. I did my best to entertain myself and tap down my disappointment by watching porn. Then I didn’t want to attract the interest of the other two by getting excited by porn so I moved to the whirlpool hot tub. But, I failed. I couldn’t supress my disappointment that I had finally moved to embrace the cravings that led to my leaving my wife and home for nothing, a place to be free and no men to go there with. As I headed to get dress to leave a young guy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and his energy seemed to say, ‘wise impish nymph’. He caught my eye, and I couldn’t help but follow him. At the lockers he stripped out of everything and made no effort to use his towel. He was a petit hairless twink with the most beautiful, well-proportioned body I had ever seen. He knew it and flaunted it. I followed him as he went directly to the two old men. It was clear they all knew each other. In fact, the two old guys had been stroking each other’s erections. They had to be using viagra. I hoped the young guy had pre-lubed because he sat down on the one guys cock balls deep. They fucked until the old guy came. The young guy traded laps and mounted number two. This fuck ride lasted longer but eventually the old guy grunted and came. Through ever step of his double fuck the young nymph remained impishly engaged, involved and cheerful. Some of the best porn I had ever experienced, and this was live and in the flesh with one cute young twink and two elderly men. Leaving the elderly men, the young one came directly to me. His hand was on my toweled crotch and semi-erection immediately. “Come fuck me. Take your turn.”, his almost childlike playful voice. “Uuuuuuuuuumm ….” I didn’t even get my thought out and he spoke. “Or I can fuck you if you want.” “Ummmmmmm….” “Okay great, the sling is over here. Let’s get you in.” As I fumbled to try and figure the darn contraption out, he spoke again. “Are you a sling virgin? You’ve honestly never been in one of these before?” “Ummmmmmmmmmmm” “So, you have been fucked before?” his eye brows lifted in question. “Oh ..oh ..o , yes I have, but , but only a couple times. … Well, that’s several times on two occasions. Oh my, too much information. Sorry.” “No need to be sorry at all. It all sounds very hot. But sounds like it’s still a bit much for you to take in?” “Oh yeah!” “Then let’s go slow. So, you like to take cock up the ass?” “Ah, yeah.” I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed, you’ve already seen how much I like it.” And, as if remined, he reached in his ass and sucked up ass juices and cum from the old men off his fingers. He dipped again and offered it to me. “You’re a gentleman, ... but, ... um ...no thanks.” “You’ve only been with men twice, but how many guys fucked you those two times?” “Seven both times.” “Damn, lucky you. Had anyone taught you how to clean out.” You guessed it, I gave him my ‘deer caught in headlights’ frozen look. He skipped me off to the bathroom and proceeded to clean me out while talking through his instructions. By the last flush I was proficient in doing the job on my own. Back at the sling he again gave instructions and helped me into place. “Spit for lube, or will I grab a packet.” “What did you use? I didn’t think you did anything, and you were sitting on the first guy’s cock.” “Ah, yeah." He laughed, "I was using cum for lube. I have three other old guys I service every day. I already had their cum in me.” “Everyday?!” “Yeah, pretty much.” We talked about several things as he messaged my hole. It felt more like talking to a nice bar tender than a sex partner. After answering a number of my questions, he ask; “So you ready to get fucked.” “Yeah!” His average sized six inches slipping into me. No pain at all. That was a first and I asked him about it. He told me it was all about preparation. He leaned in and kissed me so tenderly I melted into his luscious lips. He continued to kiss me all over, clearly making love to my entire body and especially my ass. I had only been ravaged before; this was amazing. It felt so playful and caring. “So did you let all those guys cum in your ass?” “Yup, some more than once.” “Fuckin A, you are my kind of man. I could be close; just where do you want my load?” “In my ass. Breed me. Please” Only then did he get a bit forceful and was soon spewing a lot of cum into me for such a little guy. When we had regained our breath, he ask; “So, did you like that?” “Fuck yeah man!” “So, would you like some more? I just heard the front door, I think my other regulars are arriving. Stay right where you are.” “But don’t they come to fuck you?” “Me, you, each other …. Who cares? Just enjoy.” Five naked men from their mid 50’s to mid 70’s arrived. The eldest looked to be the most fit, surprisingly muscular for his age. The youngest was quite pot bellied and dumpy looking. They didn’t need any instruction and gathered round me. I was first fed a cock to suck, but soon had another up my ass. They kept switching and moving about for the next hour and a half. By then I had seven loads, all pumped up my ass. The eldest guy had given me two. As these men began to drift away the room was filling with young men the age of my playful twink. He clearly knew everyone, and they seemed to look to him as a leader. He shared my story and suggested I be left in the sling for the night. The place was getting very busy and with my mentor’s encouragement and direction guy after guy, every size, shape, and colour slid into me. They didn’t all cum, but half of them did and I had 14 more loads deposited before I was aided out of the sling. I could hardly walk and the twink gave me support. Showered, dressed and heading out I wondered how I missed the sign on my way in. Had I been that nervous and frightened. The sign at the door read, ‘Help Wanted’. I took an application before heading on home to fall into my bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.

My pighole

Making everything stays inside

Taken the last time I went to a bathhouse ouse

Part 8 It had been a week since the poz party. Mr. Lewis was starting to get a little concerned. He had gotten caught up in the excitement of the sex and lost track of his grandson. Since then he had been asking around his usual hook ups if anyone has seen him. No luck though. He figured that the boy would turn up at some point but he was wondering what he was up to. Or what someone was doing with him. He had missed being able to sleep using Kenny’s ass as a place to lodge his cock at night. He always had the most erotic dreams when he was balls deep in his grandsons raw ass. Some explosive erotic dreams. But the boy was still family so he needed to make more efforts to find him. He decided he would ask around a little more. He slipped on his sweats and tank top and went out in the hall. He figured maybe George heard of some thing. He headed down to his place and knocked on it. No answer. ‘I guess he isn’t there’. He wandered through the apartment building knocking on some doors asking some of his tricks and conquests. He knocked on one door, it belonged to a family man that he had pozzed a couple years ago. The guy answered. He was shocked to see Mr. Lewis there. “Oh my God, Um, what are you doing here Mr. Lewis?“ “Hey there, Dennis was it?“ “Daniel.“ “Daniel! That’s right! So Daniel I was wondering if you had seen my grandson around these parts? He has been staying with me for a while and he seems to be gallivanting off somewhere or getting into trouble.“ Daniel was looking back into his apartment and back at Mr. Lewis nervously. “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I’ve ever met him. I haven’t even seen you since…” Mr. Lewis pulled his cock out in front of him and swung it around. It was hard and leaking pre. “Since I bred your ass raw with your wife out of the house. he he he. Fun times.” Daniel panicked a bit and grabbed Mr. Lewis’s cock and stuffed it back into his pants. A trail of pre left on his palm. “Put that thing away. My kid is here!” He whispered angry. “Dad? Who is it?“ Daniel looked back at the teen boy in his apartment. He hadn’t seen anything but was curious to know who was at the door. “Just a neighbor Jackson. Go do your homework.” Jackson returned to his room like his dad requested. “Oh? That your son? Cute kid, how old is he?“ “He’s 17. And he doesn’t know about me playing around with other men. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t just show up here.“ Daniel was still looking towards his sons room, his back towards Mr. Lewis. In one foul swoop Mr. Lewis grabbed Daniels pants and ripped them down and swung his hips forward and forcefully jammed his cock into Daniels ass. Daniel put his hands on his mouth to stop himself from yelling. Mr. Lewis put his hands in Daniels shirt and started playing with his nipples as he started fucking him standing up in the doorway. “I understand. Obviously I’ll have to ask around elsewhere. How is your viral status? I am sure you are taking meds to stay undetectable like a good family man you are.“ Daniel‘s hands were still covering his mouth, he was in shock over what was happening. He was trying his best not to make any sounds to alert his son. “Well I can’t stay long, I’m gonna have to make this quick. I’d advise you to stop taking meds. You’ll be happier when you realize you have the power to infect other unsuspecting bottoms. And to motivate you I will recharge you with my toxic load.” The intensity of the nipple play increased and Mr. Lewis’s thrusts quickened. Daniel still couldn’t move over the intrusion in his ass. “Here it’s comes…. Oof! Uggh!” Mr. Lewis slammed forward and planted himself deep in Daniel. His cock throbbed and twitched. His balls pulsing. He shot a pretty decent sized load up inside of Daniel. Once he was satisfied he let go of Daniels nipples and pulled out his cock. As his cock head popped out of his ring a small squirt of cum shot out of Daniels ass and onto the floor. Mr. Lewis got ready to leave and Daniel was just about to close the door. But last second Mr. Lewis stopped him. “Oh yeah. When your boy does turn 18. Send him up to my place. I have a dryer on the fritz that I think he could help me fix.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips and patted his cock at Daniel. Daniel look back at him with a look of horror for just a moment then re-composed himself. He said nothing and just gently closed the door. ’Oh yeah, that boy is next for sure.’ Mr. Lewis thought to him self. He was already concocting the scenario that would lead little Jackson into his spiderweb. But he couldn’t think too much. He was still on mission to find his own kin. Mr. Lewis wandered down the hall more and walked past old Mr. Harmon‘s door. Well sure Harmon sampled his grandson‘s ass but would he have known anything? Mr. Harmon was one of those unsuspecting types. On the surface he seems like a sweet old man living alone. But Mr. Lewis knew the the darker side of him. He wasn’t alone because he was older and other guys weren’t interested. It’s the city, there’s plenty of people who are into all types, even older daddies. No, Harmon was usually alone because he couldn’t make a boyfriend last due to his extreme desires. Many of which were too much for even Mr. Lewis. Regardless he decided to ask Harmon anyway. But before he could knock on the door, it opened. George stepped out. That was interesting, George wasn’t usually into older men. But the two share many of the same kinks so he probably settled for what was available in order to skratch his perverted itch. “Hello there George old pal. Spending time with Harmon are you?” George had a satisfied look on his face. He was rubbing his belly and licking his fingers. “Yeah. I’ve been having some fun in there. Been coming here every day for the past few days now.“ “I didn’t think he was your type. But then again you have very low standards anyway.“ “Well I’ve been able to do quite a lot in here. Absolutely nothing is off-limits in his place. And I mean nothing. I think even you would be a little disgusted at everything that goes on in there.“ “Well then, I’m glad the two of you can get your rocks off. Say George. You haven’t happened to see Kenny around have you? I know I’ve asked you before but I might as well ask again.“ “Nah, haven’t seen him. The only thing in there is Harmon and his ‘toys’. His very fun toys.” George gently tapped his ass to punctuate his last sentence. “I see, well Harmon‘s new toy isn’t gonna last if the both of you are going all out on him.“ “This one will. I think Harmon is actually in love or some shit. It’s crazy how obsessed with it he is.“ “That’s lovely. I hope he can manage to keep this one and not let him getaway.“ “He won’t.” With that George hobbled back to his place waving goodbye to Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis knocked on the door and a moment later Harmon came out. He was wearing a leather harness and his cock was at full mast, dripping pre. “Hello there Harmon old boy. I hear you have a new toy you have been breaking in quite thoroughly.” Mr. Lewis put a finger to Harmons cock tip and wiped up the pre then licked it. “Oh yes Mr. Lewis. I’m just finished blowing my fifth load today. Among other things. This one sure is fun. Albeit not the most willing.“ “Of course, of course. I know how you get with your depravity. Hopefully you’re ruining his ass propper.” “‘It’. I don’t call it ‘he’. It’s an object. Just a toy, and I’ve gotten quite fond of it.” “Well I’m sure ‘it’ will eventually come around and appreciate you and all of your messed up desires. Just keep going at it with no mercy, you hear? Anyway, you remember my grandson Kenny? You fucked his ass a little at the party last week. I was wondering if you had seen him around.“ “Hmm, Kenny? No, there’s no Kenny around here. Just me and my fuck toy.” “One of these days I would like to meet it. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking it for a spin.“ “Eventually. I still need to break it down psychologically. It’s a very stubborn toy. A lot of discipline is needed between play sessions. But I haven’t given it a moments rest. George has been a big help with that. He’s been here almost every day. It ain’t easy for an old man like me to break in new slave toys.“ “All right then Harmon I will leave you to it. I still got to find Kenny.“ “What would you do if you didn’t find him?“ “That would be unfortunate, but if what I had been doing scared him off then I would just make up some story to his dad about him running away or some thing. It would be a recoverable situation. But I will keep up the search for now. You get back in there and you go to town on that toy of yours. I’ll be sure to send George down your way for assistance.“ “Thank you Mr. Lewis that’s mighty kind of you.” As Mr. Lewis wandered the halls looking for Kenny, his thoughts went back to Daniels son. Then an idea came over him. ‘You know what? I think Jackson needs a tutor for his schoolwork…’ End.

Part 7 We stepped inside and were greeted by a thin nude man. He looked about middle aged and gaunt. I could see all his musculature through his skin. He looked generally unhealthy. But he did have a decent sized cock. As I was guided in by grandpa I was wondering why he unzipped my underwear. My dick and ass exposed seemed like a bit of a risky temptation for any shady types. There were a lot of guys in the place. Probably more or less of a dozen. Almost all of them were as thin as the door man. Some of them were chubby bears, some had body types like grandpa. Almost everyone was naked. The majority of them gathered around the center of the room in a circle surrounding something. “Let’s see what the commotion is shall we?” Grandpa guided me to the center towards the men in a circle. As I looked through some of them I could see a guy getting fucked on all fours while sucking another guy. Many others were stroking their cocks watching the scene. Some of them looked at me and I was feeling nervous at there glances. “Now that’s a good bottom, taking all those poz cocks raw. Wouldn’t you say Kenny?” Grandpa was rubbing my exposed ass. “Shouldn’t he be using protection?” Grandpa laughed, some other men near me rolled their eyes. I knew what kind of party this was but still. Grandpa started fingering my hole as more of the men were getting closer around us. The intrusion of his finger made me jump a bit. I tried to act casual while the others stared at the guy in the middle of the room getting relentlessly fucked by several sickly looking men. Grandpa was watching the show as well, his fingering me being only an afterthought. I didn’t want to gain anyone’s attention even though I could feel some eyes were looking at me. I couldn’t help but look around. Observing all the different types of men that were here. The oldest looked like a man in his 80s, he was short and chubby, his dick was thin but long. He had that typical tired grandpa vibe about him. In his case he could be my great grandpa. when I looked at him, his eyes met me and I quickly looked away. I didn’t want to signal to him I was interested or anything. I just stood there and played with my dick a little, while grandpa explored my ass with his finger. The men fucking the guy in the center of the room were grunting, I could see there movements hastening, it didn’t take long for them to reach orgasm and shoot their what I would assume poz loads inside of him. The sex looked pretty hot, but I definitely didn’t want to participate in it. “Hi there Mr. Lewis, who is this young boy you have with you?“ I heard a gravelly voice ask. It was the 80-year-old man from across the room, shit he came over here. “This is my grandson Kenny. I’m just showing him the ropes.“ Grandpa took his finger out of my ass and gave it a slap as he smiled towards the elderly man. “No kidding? Do you play with him?“ He was stroking his very erect thin cock that looked to be about eight or 9 inches long uncut with long saggy foreskin, his balls had a mess of grey and white hair sprinkled on them. “More or less. I’ve been teaching him what it’s like to get fucked. His ass is quite divine.” Grandpa started pushing on my back. “Bending over this chair boy. Let old Harmon here get a look at your beautiful bubble butt.“ I couldn’t help but do as I was told. There was a chair in front of me and I propped my hands on it, my ass up in the air. “Grandpa, are you sure this is OK?“ He used his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart, my ass hole on display. “Of course. Harmon here just wants to take a peek. Isn’t that right Harmon?” “Yes. I’d love to see inside of him. How about you spread his hole open more?“ Harmon walked up behind me. Grandpa stuck two fingers in my ass and started stretching me open. It hurt a little but I could feel myself opening up. “There, isn’t that a lovely wet cave he has?” Grandpa giggled, proud of showing me off like some sort of toy. “Oh yes. I can see inside of him nicely.“ Harmon stepped forward and put a hand on my ass, he was still stroking his cock as he got closer. “I think I’m going to spunk soon. Do you mind if I kiss his cave with my tip?“ “A few little love taps won’t hurt.” Harmon started slapping his dick on my ass, sliding up and down my crack, I could feel his foreskin glide over my hole as he rubbed it up and down. Then he positioned the tip directly at my opening, his foreskin kissing my hole almost like a suction cup. “Grandpa, isn’t this a bit much?“ He was still spreading my ass open for Harmon. “Don’t worry. I’m here. Nothing bad will happen to you. Just be a good boy and keep that ass up so my friend can see.” “Yes, his ass feels hot and slick. It’s going to make my sausage ooze in the moment.” Harmon kept stroking his dick at my entrance. Grandpa studiously holding my ass open. Then somebody else walked up to us. “Mr. Lewis is that you? Long time no see.“ I didn’t know who it was. They were out of my peripheral. Grandpa Lewis turned his head away and started engaging in small talk with the stranger. He was no longer looking at me and Harmon, but he still had his hands on my ass. I could hear Harmon grunting as he rubbed his shaft. Harmons hips started to move in once grandpa Lewis’s gaze was away. I could feel his cock head emerging from out of his foreskin as it dug inside of me. It slipped inside of me easily along with several inches of this shaft. Both of his hands were on my hips as he started to fuck me raw. I was too afraid to say anything. I was waiting for grandpa to look back and stop what Harmon was doing. “Oh yeah, that ass feels better then my own son’s boy.“ He then started slamming into me balls deep. His thrusting hurt, his thin cock felt like it was stabbing me on the inside. His hips smacking my ass, but his hips also smacked grandpa‘s hands as well. “What’s this? Oh Harmon. You silly old goat. Get that dirty thing out of there. You have a higher viral load then I do. He ain’t ready for that. He’s still neg” Harmon continued fucking me. “Just a moment. I’m getting close. I just need to dump my spunk in him and you can have him back.” “Nope. No more let’s get you out of there.” “How about a few more seconds? Just a bit? Maybe 20 or 30 or a minute?” “Ugh, fine you desperate old fart. You get 30 seconds but then pull out.” Harmon went to town drilling into me, moaning the entire time. “Grandpa he can’t!” I protested. “It’s only a little while. Harmon here doesn’t get much action. He’s older then what a lot of the other guys like. Just let him feel ya a few seconds longer.” “Yeah… oof oh fuck. A few seconds is all I’ll need, oh shit.” Harmon was getting really excited. Grandpa was studiously watching Harmon fuck my ass. A few guys in the room were watching us and jacking off. Harmon started to increase his pace. His hips slapping into me as I could feel his dagger jab my guts. His cock felt hard as a rock and my insides could barely take his harsh thrusts. “Oh fuck that’s good! Oh fuck! Oh it’s coming!” “And that’s time! Come on time to pull out.” Grandpa instructed. “A few more seconds! Oh! Oh!” “Perhaps. Are you cuming?” “Yes! Fuck I’m cuming now! AAAGH!!” Harmon arched his back and slammed balls deep. I felt his cock burry deep in me. Deep into the upper parts of my intestines, deeper than what it felt like it should have done. ”OOOOoooooh….. beautiful ass… beautiful hungry ass…” “That’s my queue. Let’s get you out before your tip starts spewing.” Grandpa put his hands on Harmons hips and started guiding him out of me. Harmon resisted a bit. Keeping his cock firmly planted in me. “Come on, I can see your old balls pulsing as we speak. Out you silly old goat.” Grandpa pulled and got his cock to slowly slide out. As his cock slid out of me his foreskin was the last to exit, a trail of clear pre stringing between his cock and my hole. “Oh nuts. Guess I’ll just have to shoot it in one of the others.” Harmon walked off to find another hole to breed. My ass still hurt from his harsh stabbing. “That was a close one there Kenny boy. But at least Harmon there could enjoy your ass a little.” I stood up, as my cheeks closed I could feel Harmons goo sticky between them. “Grandpa he almost came in me!” “But he didn’t. Fallow me, I need to take a piss.” Grandpa led me by the hand weaving between the questionable men, some of them copped a few fields of my dick and ass as we passed. We entered a bathroom together where he positioned me between him and the toilet. “OK Kenny, I want you to get on your knees. This next lesson I want you to drink all of grandpa‘s piss.“ “What!? Why? I don’t think I can do that!” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, he pointed his cock in my face. “Do you want to keep learning about gay life don’t you?“ “Well yeah I do, but this?“ He was waving his cock around, one hand on my face, the other on his dick rubbing it against my lips. “Then you need to know what it’s like to be a toilet for other men. You will be drinking plenty of piss from others. Perhaps you’ll drink a few loads from the guys here.” “But I don’t think I want to.“ As I opened my mouth to reply grandpa stuck his cock in my mouth. “Here’s the deal Kenny boy. I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to drink it. Or if you don’t want to drink it I will have you switch places with the guy getting fucked in the middle of the room. What’s it going to be? My piss in your belly or poz cum from a dozen dirty men? I thought about my options. There’s no way I was going to get gangbanged like that. In comparison drinking some piss it didn’t seem so bad. I brought my hands up around grandpa‘s waist and started sucking his cock. “Good boy. Now you just relax and let grandpa fill you up.“ He put his hands on his hips and relaxed his body. He was looking at me and concentrating. There was about a minute of silence between the two of us with nothing happening. I was on my knees with my grandpa‘s cock in my mouth waiting for a torrent of urine to shoot out that I would have to do my best to drink. I knew that any second it was gonna come. The suspense was agonizing. Then I could taste it, grandpa started to squirt a few streams of piss into my mouth. It was salty and tart. I tried my best to swallow it, but then the stream burst fast. “Ahhhhhh… that’s nice.“ I was frantically trying to swallow as much as I could. Grandpa‘s piss was filling my mouth and shooting down my throat at high speed, some of it ran down my chin. I didn’t have a chance to breathe as I kept drinking the yellow flow. “Yeah that’s a good boy. You look so beautiful drinking your grandpa’s piss. I think I should have you do this every day.“ Eventually the stream calmed down and came to a stop. I swallowed the last mouth full and grandpa shook out the last few drops. My stomach felt full and my head was a little dizzy from the lack of air. Grandpa grabbed a towel to wipe off my face a little. I was still on my knees regathering myself. “You did well Kenny boy. I’m so proud of you. Now I need to go have a chat with my friend from earlier, how about you stay in here for a minute. You’ve seen how easy it is for these nasty men to slip up in you. i’ll be back soon.” Grandpa left me in the bathroom. I stood up and got to the sink, looking in the mirror. I looked at myself, half naked, wearing slutty underwear with my dick and ass exposed, just freshly swelled an older man’s piss and earlier had an old guy slipped his cock in me. I started to think about how I got to this point. I had come along way in just a few days. I was learning so much so fast. Being at this party was scary but there was some excitement in it too. I washed my face in the sink. Covering my face with my hands trying to get myself into a good headspace. Then I felt hands on my ass. It must have been grandpa. Was he back already? His dick was poking my ass. “You’re Mr. Lewis’s boy aren’t you?“ I looked in the mirror and behind me was the sickly skeletal man who answered the door from when we first came in. He was behind me holding my hips. “Uh, yes sir. I’m his grandson Kenny.“ I was getting a little freaked out. I tried not to show it. I was alone in the bathroom with this strange man at a poz party. My ass was exposed and he was behind me aiming his cock towards me. “Did I hear that right earlier? From when Harmon was fucking you? You’re neg?” He was rocking his hips back-and-forth, the tip of his cock massaging my slippery hole. “Yes sir. Grandpa wanted to show me what a poz party looked like. I am kind of new to the gay scene.” “That’s nice of him to bring you here. But you can’t be neg anymore, right? After Harmon fucked you and I’m sure Mr. Lewis has already bread your hole multiple times.“ “No, Mr. Herman pulled out and went to fuck somebody else. Grandpa has been inside me but he hasn’t shot inside me yet.“ “Yet? So I have access to a still virgin boy pussy?“ he was starting to push against my ass. “Yes sir, but I don’t want to get fucked here. I’m just observing. Yeah don’t think grandpa would like me doing this in here.” “This can be our little secret. You can’t come to a poz party without some poz come inside you. I’ll just slip in and blow off my load. How about that?“ “I don’t think so. Maybe I should leave.“ “Hmm, how about I just jack off and blow my load all over your ass cheeks? Good compromise?“ “Um… I guess so…” “Good, get on the floor. And bring that ass up.“ I did as instructed. I was on my knees, facedown on the floor of the bathroom, my ass was up in the air and the man squatted above me stroking his cock, and rubbing my ass. “Spread your cheeks apart. Let me see that hole.” I spread my ass cheeks apart. He was cock slapping me. I could heal his tip tapping against my ring. “Stick a couple of fingers in there. Spread it open. I want to see inside of you.“ I stuck my two index fingers in my ass and tried my best to spread my whole open for him. There was resistance but I felt like I was able to get it open some ways. “That’s good, I can see down inside of you. You’re a good little slut aren’t you?“ I didn’t know how to respond to that, I just wanted him to get off and be done with it. He put a hand on my back and slid his shaft up and down my spread open asshole. I could feel his hand bump me as he was jacking off. He then positioned the tip of his cock at my opening, and was applying pressure. “Fuck yeah I’m going to blow my load all over your ass boy.“ “Yes sir please shoot your load.“ Good, he was going to finish up and I couldn’t get out of there and find grandpa. “You’re ready boy? Are you ready for my poz cum?” “Yes sir…” “Fuck here it comes!” I could feel the motions of his hand vigorously stroking his cock as he was getting ready to ejaculate. The tip of his cock still poking my hole as he was winding up to spurt. “Shit! AAH! YEAH!” I felt his cock blast it’s sperm. My ass was getting covered with it. Stream after stream of hot white sticky lava trenching my asshole and running down my taint, covering my balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Look at all of that. It’s all pooling on that slut hole of yours.” The man then grabbed my ass and squished my cheeks together. I could feel the cum gush out from between my cheeks. I stood up and wandered to the door. I wanted to leave. “Thanks. That was fun. Next time you should let me shoot it inside you.“ I left without saying a word. I tried looking for grandpa amongst the party. The lights darkened and few ambient sources gave little visibility. It seemed like they were setting the mood for more intense play. It was hard to find grandpa around. He was shorter than most so wherever he was he wasn’t visible through the crowd. I weaved between body after body wandering around the apartment. I felt a few hands touching me as I wandered. Cum was still dripping down my ass. I felt a couple hands trying to reach between my cheeks and enter my ass, but I walked away and kept the search. I tried fiddling with my zipper to close myself up so I wouldn’t get any more intruders. I zipped myself down covering my dick up and tried reaching behind me to cover up my ass as I was walking but I was interrupted as a bunch of guys on the floor in front of me were fucking one another blocking my path. one of them was a chubby middle-aged bear on his hands and knees sucking another guys cock. I stopped to try to find a way around them. That’s when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. The guy behind me didn’t say a word. I was trying to walk away but the crowd around me was closing in and I was having a hard time looking for an opening. The stranger behind me then took his cock and started slipping it between my ass cheeks. With the forceful thrust he jammed his cock deep up in my ass and started fucking me standing up. The initial intrusion startled me a bit making me freeze up a little. He got seven or eight thrusts in me before I pulled away and got on my hands and knees. I decided that I would try to crawl underneath the chubby bear sucking cock since underneath him seem to be the only way to get through. The bear was caressing me as I was shimmying under his belly. His hands were pulling down my underwear. He stopped sucking the guy in front of him and as I was almost on the other side, the bear swung his leg over and laid his bodyweight down on top of me. I felt him plunge his short but very thick cock in me and grab my shoulders. He began fucking me and I heard the loud slaps of his belly and hips smacking into my body. His large weight pinning me down. He was grunting like an animal as he was hammering away. I couldn’t move. My hole was getting assaulted. His fat cock going in and out of me sounded like wet sloppy plunging. I could feel myself getting stretched by him. He must have been as thick as a soda can. As he was going to work on me I was trying to think about how to get out of the situation. But I couldn’t move. The chubby bear was having his way, thoroughly enjoying my ass. I felt like he fucked me for about 10 or 15 minutes. Then he changed positions. He got up on his knees and pulled my ass up and started jamming his cock in and out of me hard and fast. I tried taking the opportunity of the new position to get away but he was holding me tight at the hips. As he was fucking me he eventually came to a sudden halt and thrusted his hips forward hard and deep. After a few seconds his grip loosened up and I took that as my opportunity to crawl away, his short fat cock popping out of me with a squelching sound. I crawled through the bodies. My underwear were gone at that point. Grunts and moans filled the dark room. The smell of body sweat and sex was everywhere. Another guy grabbed me as I crawled and positioned over me. Before I could get away he plunged his cock in me too. He was longer then the bear but not as thick. He swung his leg over and stepped on my face. Fucking me with his dirty foot smearing me. It stank and was sweaty. He thrusting was frantic and clumsy. His foot rubbing all over my mouth nose and face. With out any other optioned I stuck my tongue out and started licking his foot. Hoping that would turn his attention towards foot play instead of fucking. I think I was right. As I sucked his toes he stopped fucking. He let me lick his foot for a moment then pulled his cock out and walked away. I tried to find some place to go where I could get away from the party. I couldn’t see grandpa but then again I couldn’t see anything very clearly. Just body shapes. At one point I found a door in a hall. It must have been a bedroom or something, I figured I could wait there. The door was locked so I couldn’t get in. But there was a hole in the door a couple feet off the ground. It looked big enough for me to squeeze through. I tried crawling through but it was tight. I made it halfway but my hips were stuck. Inside the bedroom was as dark as the rest of the apartment with only a few dim lights around the room giving vague ambient lighting. Not enough to see anything clearly. There were bodies in here too. It seemed almost as full as the main room. I contemplated wither to try and squeeze all the way in or get out and head for another part of the apartment, but then I felt another cock penetrate me. Someone was fucking me with my ass sticking out of the door hole. I tried pulling myself in the room but another guy shoved his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t see who it was but it was an average sized cock. The guy on the other side of the door kept fucking me as I was getting mouth fucked. I couldn’t concentrate on blowing him since the ass pounding was harsh. The guy in front of me gave up and resorted to just jacking off and blew a load in my hair, I could feel it run down my forehead. The guy fucking me eventually stopped but as soon as he left my ass another cock replaced it. This cock was long and thinner, stabbing my guts. His fucking was slow and steady. Someone else grabbed one of my feet and I felt something warm and wet rubbing on it. As it ran up my sole and over my heel, I could feel his balls with my toes. He was fucking my foot. On the other side I felt some one lift my other foot and started sucking my toes. I had to admit that having my feet worked over by two guys was hot but this situation was not ideal. One guy licking my foot, another fucking my other foot and a cock in my ass. In the room there were two other guys jacking off over me. I guess I had to expect more cum loads to the face. But a third guy who was tall and fat walked over. He turned around and put his ass in my face. A couple of the other guys pushed my face in there and I had no choice but to lick his ass. His hole was big and wet. He was clearly fucked fresh. I stuck my tongue in there and worked his hole around. It was very cummy. I rimmed him for a good bit of time when I felt him start pushing. Among the party noises I could make out him grunting. His hole pushed toward my mouth and a burst of cum filled my mouth. This man was feeding me his cum loads straight from his ass! I did my best to swallow it but then he pushed again and another gush of cum came out. My mouth filled again with strong flavored cum and I swallowed it again. I thought that would be enough but his ass wouldn’t stop. It was gushing another load. Holy shit how many guys fucked this man?! I swallowed the cum and he filled my mouth again. I must have drank five or six mouths full of ass cum from this guy. Eventually he ran out and I licked his as clean. He seemed satisfied and left. The other guys around me shot their loads on my back and face. Meanwhile on the other side of the door there was a different cock in me. I hadn’t even noticed the change. From the long cock to this cock. I couldn’t tell how long he had been fucking me but he pulled out of me and started fingering me. He put two fingers in, then three. Then he tried putting four fingers in. He was pushing in hard and my ass was hurting bad from it. At that point I knew what he was trying to do. I didn’t want to get fisted! I put my hands on the door and pulled my ass through as hard as I could. I was successful and my ass popped through the door hole and the man’s fingers left me. I was all the way in the room now. My feet were wet and slimy with slobber and cum. I had cum dripping down my head and my belly was full of grandpa’s piss and several loads of ass cum. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I looked through the dark and between the bodies I could so someone familiar, it was an older short man. That had to be grandpa. My ass hurt too much to stand so I crawled over to him. I saw his feet and started kissing them hoping that would get his attention. Grandpa raised his foot and let me suck his toes. The flavor was definitely him. ‘That’s right grandpa, it’s me.’ I though to myself. He must have recognized me because he walked behind me and grabbed my hips to help me up. Finally I could get out of here. But then I felt my ass get poked with a familiar giant mushroom cockhead. ‘Oh shit he doesn’t see it’s me!’ Grandpa then slammed his cock in me balls deep. It hurt so bad getting that monster cock so deep so fast. His fucking was different. It was bestial, unrestrained. I could feel my insides getting torn apart by his battering ram. I opened my mouth to say something when another cock went in my mouth. It was long and thin and had sagging forskin. It was Harmon. Harmon was throat fucking me. I was being spit roasted by my grandpa and someone who could possibly be old enough to be his dad as well. The two of them fucked both my holes without mercy. Grandpa slammed away like he was at an Olympic event. Harmon jamming his cock down my throat. Poking it into my esophagus. I didn’t know how long I could take it. But then Harmon pulled out. I coughed, trying to catch my breath. My throat was sore and I wasn’t able to speak in that moment. Harmon walked around and said something to grandpa. Was that it? Did they finally recognize me? No, not yet. Grandpa pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the floor. Harmon got in front of me and sat with his legs wrapped around grandpa. The two of them positioned their cocks together and guided my ass down on the booth of them. I was getting double penetrated! Both their tips pressed against me and my body was being lowered down. My ass opened up and swallowed both of them. I was lowered down and I felt them slip up into me and they moved my body making me ride them up and down. Harmon in front of me stuck his tongue in my mouth and was making out with me, his spit taste like cum and feet. More specifically grandpas feet. I was surprised that I could recognize his flavor on Harmon’s mouth. He must have given grandpa foot service before I came. Harman explored my mouth with his tongue as grandpa bounced me up and down on both of their cocks. Normally two at once would be too much but beer can bear definitely helped loosen me up. Someone came over to grandpa and had his suck their cock. He must have really enjoyed it because his attention was off of me and onto the man he was sucking. Grandpa pulled out of me and started giving robin his head to the stranger. I was left sitting in Harmons lap. He was still kissing me and throwing his tongue in me. Arman positioned me on my back on the floor and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He was now sucking me quickly like he did last time. In this position with my legs spread I could feel his cock sinking deep into me, deeper than last time. It was painful and I don’t think my guts were supposed to get sucked that deep but he plowed away regardless. He was looking me in the eye as he was plapping away. I think he knew who I was. He’s leading close to me as he continued his drilling, nearly fooling me and a half. He licked my ear a little as he whispered to me. “I’m glad I could have your ass again. You are a good boy for spreading your ass for me. I’m going to make you my slave boy. How about you come home with me? I’ll be your grandpa. And I will do things to you that he would never dare try.” His fucking continued. “No, I have a grandpa. I want him to do those things to me.” I could barely think with his harsh assault on my insides. “Well I’m going to sneak you out of this party with me. Tie you up in my bedroom. You would like that wouldn’t you? Being a sex slave to this dirty old man?” I couldn’t say anything. My body felt completely at the mercy of his cock drilling into me. Then his fucking stopped. Harmon got up and took me by the hand. “Come now while he is preoccupied. You’re coming with me.” Arman was guiding me out of the bedroom. Opening the door with the hole in it and then out into the hallway. He was wheezing me between last phone bodies left and right looking for the door. Holy shit I thought to myself, what’s happening? Is he really taking me to his place? What sort of things would he want to do to me? Would grandpa know where I was? we were by the front door of the apartment now, Herman was getting ready to exit with me when he stopped and turn towards me. He grabbed me by the head and pulled me in for another kiss with tongue. I could hear guys around his grunting and moaning still it sounded like some of them were fairly close. As Carmen made out with me he ran his hands down my back and grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. “Hey you there. Are you blowing a load? Here dump it in this.“ What? Who is he talking to? Then suddenly somebody came up behind me and slammed his cock up my ass to the hilt, he thrust in me three or four times then granted loudly in my ear. He lunged his hips forward pressing me into harming and held that position for a moment then relaxed and let out a sigh. He stepped back and pulled out. “I’m going to be giving you a lot more than that Kenny. I promise you, he won’t be recognizable when I’m finished.“ Armen open the door to the hallway and pointed me in the direction of the exit. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to go back and find grandpa. I felt my body freeze up in fear. Armin went behind me and forcefully jammed his cock up in my ass again and started fucking me standing up. Every thrust of his cause me to take another step forward closer into the darkness of the hallway and away from the party. When we got out in the hall Harmon was still thrusting his cock into my ass as he reached for the door to shut it behind us. That’s when I realized what was happening. I was being taken by this horny elderly predator, going to his apartment to do God knows what. I looked behind me to see back into the party, the dim ambient lighting was barely visible but then went totally black as Harmon shut the door. He kept fucking my ass making me walk towards his place. He opened the door and fucked me in side the threshold and shut it behind him.

Part 6 As they day went on grandpa and I spent our time together naked like usual. But now I graduated to sucking his cock when he wanted. I sucked it before and after lunch and sucked it again for dinner. At first I was uncomfortable with sucking my grandpas cock but I got used to it pretty quickly. He had assured me it was just like sucking any other meat tube. For an older man he could cum a lot. When he said he would teach me about gay stuff I didn’t think I’d end up servicing him like this. It got me wondering what else he had planned for me. Grandpa figured since I had my rimming lesson and foot play lesson, I had enough teaching for the day. We still had the rest of the summer together and he didn’t want to bombard me with too much. The daylight was fading and we got ready for bed. “Okay Kenny boy, on the bed. I liked last nights position.” I laid down and grandpa got on top of me. “Are you sure about this? You slipped inside me last time.” His cock was resting on my ass, it was still hard. “That won’t happen this time. No slipping in you in the middle of the night. I’m gunna stick it in you now so you don’t have to worry about it.” He spread my cheeks and positioned his tip at my hole. “What?! Why?” “Relax my sweet boy, I’m just putting it in for safe-KEEPING!!” He slammed his cock in me. I felt all his length bury into my ass. “Oh god it’s so big! I can’t sleep like this.” Grandpa laid down and put his arms around me. His hips wiggling a bit. “You slept with it in you last time. This way there won’t be any boners stabbing you uncomfortably. Now go to sleep and try not to move your ass too much. We may not be fucking but even at my age I still get wet dreams often.” Wet dreams? Meaning, ejaculating in his sleep? But his raw cock is going to be in me all night! “Grandpa this sounds risky.” “Be a good boy for me and sleep with my cock in you.” He gave me a thrust. “Ow! Okay.” “That’s it. It’s better when you do what I say. Isn’t it?” “I guess so.” Like last time grandpa managed to fall asleep first. He was snoring in my ear and I had a hard time concentrating with his cock deep in me. Was it going to be like this every night? And his wet dreams, how often did he have them? I thought about my situation for a while. Things were progressing in ways that were both exciting and scary. I reviewed the things I did that day, the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that I enjoyed licking his feet. Maybe I was into it, even if it was just a little. Eventually I managed to drift off to sleep. Staying asleep wasn’t easy. What with grandpa weighing down on me and his cock planted inside me. I woke up in the middle of the night and tried shifting around. My ass wiggled and clenched as I tried getting comfortable. The movement caused grandpas semi hard cock to twitch more in me. I could feel it grow harder. The more hard it got the more my ass reacted. Grandpa started shifting in his sleep too. He moved his hips, making his cock stir in me more. It felt good but I wanted to get back to sleep. I tried laying still but grandpas sleep movements kept working his cock around. He was moaning a little, mumbling incoherent words between snoring. It took a few minutes but eventually his movements stopped. His cock was still hard as rock. Then I felt it pulse violently several times, twitching and throbbing deep in me like an eel thrashing about. It calmed down and I managed to get back to sleep after. In the morning grandpa woke up first this time. He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my ass, waking me up. “Huh, grandpa? Good morning.” I said groggy. His fucking continued. “Good morning Kenny. Sleep well?” “Yeah I slept fine.” I lied. “Do you think you could take it out?” “Just a moment. Gotta blow my morning load.” His fucking became fast, fully waking me up. “You’re not going to blow it in me are you?” “Does it matter? Isn’t your ass hungry for my cum?” “Not your poz cum grandpa. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He stopped and slowly pulled out of me. “Fine then suck it out of me. Go on. Work that slut mouth of yours on my tool.” We switched around and i was now between his legs. His massive 9 incher staring up at at me. His large balls resting on the bed. I grabbed his shaft and took the head in my mouth. This was my life now. I was grandpas cock servant. He put his hands behind his head and watched me go to work. “Yeah that’s beautiful. What a lovely sight. My grandson sucking my nasty old man cock in the morning, ahh this is the life.” He tasted like musk and ass juice. I worked my head up and down on him. His cock leaking a lot of pre. I could tell he was getting closed so I tightened my hand around his shaft as I sucked. He started breathing heavy and his hips were rocking in and out of my mouth as he built up his morning cum. “That’s it. Gonna blow. Be sure to drink it all. Oof! Yeah! There it is!” His cock twitched in my mouth and he started to cum. I did my best to swallow it all. But there was a lot of it. I had to swallow four times then come up for air. The rest of his cum cascading all over his head and shaft. It was a gusher this morning. “Looks like you couldn’t swallow it all. Oh well. You’ll learn in time.” We got up and made coffee. Our day went normal. Or as normal as it could go. When ever grandpa wanted to cum I had to suck him off like how he told me to. It was little weird at first but I ended up liked it. Grandpa’s cock was huge and always came large volumes. As the day progressed, my mouth was getting fairly sore. But grandpa was always horny. At some point I had to tell him that I needed a break from sucking his cock. We were on the couch, in the evening. Sitting naked together like usual. we were cuddled up next to each other and grandpa was getting hard again stroking it. I knew what he was about to ask me. “Looks like I’m going to need that mouth again Kenny boy. How about you go down on my fat hog again?” “I’ve already sucked you off four times today. My mouth is kind of hurting. Couldn’t I get a break?” “I’m trying to teach you endurance. When you hook up with a guy and he wants to fuck your mouth as often as I do you’re going to want to be able to please him right?” “Yeah I do...” grandpa sensed the apprehension in my voice. He was still stroking his cock looking at me. “But I guess I can let you off the hook for now. You’re still a pig in training after all. But I still need to shoot off. If your mouth is too tired how about you give me your ass?“ “But! You can’t cum in me grandpa! I-I don’t want to… you know.” He was reaching down to my ass and fingering my hole already. “You need to drop your fears about that. All gay men catch the bug at some point. You inevitably will too.“ “But if I play safe…” grandpa kept fingering my ass. It felt good and I wanted something bigger. He was smiling at me. “You can play it safe for a while, but all men instinctively crave raw cock blasting heaps of sperm up inside them. All it takes is one anonymous dirty load and bam, you’re impregnated for life.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen pretending to want a glass of water or something. Grandpa’s words scared me. But he was so sure of himself. Was I really going to get pozzed at some point? It’s true that I much prefer bareback to condoms. But I could take some precautions right? Grandpa came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me right. His cock poked my ass. “You know, this ties in well with another lesson. Have you ever heard of conversion parties?” “No, what’s that?“ He was giving me a reach around. Stroking my cock, getting me horny. “It’s a fuck party where a bunch of poz guys breed a neg bottom, giving him the bug.” “That’s insane! I didn’t think something like that existed.” His stroking got faster. I was hard and leaking. Grandpa’s cock slipping between my cheeks and poking my hole. “They do. There’s actually one going on tonight in a unit downstairs. I’d like to take you so you can watch the men at play.” “A bunch of poz men?” “Yeah. I know them all personally. They all have advanced cases. Much more advanced then mine.” “I don’t want to get fucked by them.” He was pushing against me. My hole giving some resistance. “You can just watch if you want to. I only want to take you to have you witness that side of the gay fetish world. There will be lots of cocks. You’d love to see cocks from a bunch of men, wouldn’t you?” He pushed in and his cock head popped in me. “Ah! Yes I’d love to see it.” I was referring to seeing the men and their cocks, not necessarily the particular fetish of focus. “Good. Now bend over the counter. I want to feel your insides for a bit.” I propped my elbows on the counter as grandpa started fucking my ass. I felt my hole getting slick from his pre. His hips banging into my ass and his cock head stretching my guts. “Just for a bit. Fuck your cock feels so good grandpa!” He was gripping my hips and grunting. My ass getting pulverized by his deadly meat. He was really getting into it. “Yeah that’s a hot ass. We’re going to this poz party and you’re going to watch a bunch of poz men fuck a bottom slut in his neg ass and you’re going to love it.” “Yes sir.” At this point I was agreeing with whatever he wanted. I was more preoccupied with the feeling of my ass getting rammed into. “Good, that’s a nice and broken in ass.” Grandpa stopped and pulled out of me. It was better that he stopped but the horny side of me wanted more. “Now get that fancy zipper underwear on. We’re heading out.” “Now?!” He was already getting some clothes on for the trip down. “Of course. Had to get you horned up for the occasion.” He handed me my underwater and I slipped them on. I put on a tank top as well and he took me by the hand out the door. We walked down to the lower floor and went all the way to a door in a part of the hall that wasn’t lit well. The place seemed fairly discreet, like a speak easy in the complex. “Just stay with me and you’ll be fine.” “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” “You’re a handsome young neg boy walking into a poz party. They’ll want to fuck the hell out of you first chance they get. Also I pre fucked your ass good and hard. You’re slick and easy to slip into right now. Probably best if you don’t sit on anything that feels wet. A lot of these men are wasting away so even the smallest drop out of them is like cobra venom, he he he.” “Are you sure I should be here?” I was getting scared. This all started to seem like a bad idea. “Absolutely! Just. Don’t wander too far from me and avoid bend over in front of anyone.” Grandpa knocked on the door and it opened. But before we went in he reached for my underwear zipper and undid it all the way back exposing my slippery ass.

Part 4 I was alone in the apartment. Grandpa left to chase a hookup so I had time to myself. I was looking forward find out what else he had to teach about gay life but at this point the timing was appropriate. His lessons, along with his brazen prankster behavior, put me at my limit for shenanigans. My penis almost went in his mouth, his penis almost went in my mouth, and he rammed his boner against my butthole right before leaving. I knew he was just joking around with me, but that last one hurt a little. I stuck a finger in my ass and massaged my hole. It was still a little sore from his tip trying to push in. I’m sure my virgin ass worked to my advantage to keep him out but what if he had managed to penetrate? Holy shit! That would mean I would have almost lost my virginity to… my grandpa. That is absolutely not a story I’d want to tell any future boyfriend. Well he was with a hookup so that should calm down his pent up energy. I decided to remain naked since I was alone. Trying some of that free lifestyle he talked about. I cleaned the place up bit. I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and picked up some clothes laying about. It was the least I could do. Help with the house work as I stayed there. It was probably a half hours worth of cleaning up when I took a break. I thought about ways to occupy myself. Naturally since I stayed nude in the house, my thoughts went to my dick. I still haven’t gone off this morning so I figured I would try to blow off some steam. I went to the bedroom and laid down in bed. There was plenty more room since I was there alone. I was playing with my dick when I felt my balls touch something wet. I looked down and saw there was a white puddle on the sheets. That must have been where grandpa came earlier this morning. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t touch that. I moved up a little bit, getting my balls out of his spunk. I looked up some porn on my phone while playing with myself, stroking myself to erection. As I was scrolling through different types of websites, I saw some videos of guys using dildos. It looked pretty fun, and I had never used one before. That’s when I remembered grandpa Lewis telling me that there were drawers filled with them. The thought of using his sex toys seemed weird to me. But he wasn’t here so I figured it would be fine as long as I put it back where I found it. I went over to the dresser and pulled up in the first drawer. Oh wow! There were so many different things. There were dildos of all shapes sizes and colors. There were butt plugs and things that looked like balls on a string. And a few other toys that I couldn’t really describe very well nor could I comprehend what they were used for. I picked out a tan colored one. One that was probably about the size of my dick erect. I found a bottle of lube as well and I got back on the bed. I lubed up my dick and my ass. I played with my hole with one hand and my dick in the other. I wondered if I could get that thing to fit in me. After what felt like maybe five or 10 minutes of fingering. I grabbed the dildo and applied a generous amount of lube on it. I pointed the tip towards my ass and tried guiding it in. It required quite a bit more force than I imagined but as my hole started opening up it hurt. I took a break from it for a minute then tried it again. Then took another break. I kept going back-and-forth like that, pressing the dildo tip against my ass, trying to work it in. Periodically adding more lube to it with every other attempt. It was more difficult than I thought. I didn’t know how long I was attempting for. It felt like a long time. Eventually I managed to work the tip in. The rubber head popping in past my ring. I held it there for a minute rubbing my dick as my ass relaxed on it. I worked it slowly up inside me. After the pain and discomfort subsided. It started to feel good. So I started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. Slowly at first then I found a good rhythm. I must have fucked myself like that for a while. Stroking my dick and plunging my ass. My prostate was getting hit too and I was leaking hard. It felt amazing and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm. I jammed the dildo in deep. It hurt a little but the pleasure outweighed the pain by a long shot. I was stroking fast and gasped. My cum shot up in the air and covered my belly, several ribbons worth. I laid there catching my breath. Dildo still firmly inside me. That’s when I heard the front door open. “Kenny, I’m back.” Grandpa was home. In a panic I pulled the dildo out. It was still covered in lube and juice. I threw it in the drawer and quickly wiped myself off with a pair of grandpa’s underwear from the floor. That’s when the bedroom door opened. “There you are! What have you been up to?” “Oh! Just tidying up.” “I can see that. Doing laundry? Or were you having fun with my briefs?” I was still holding them. “No, just laundry.” He took the underwear out of my hand and looked at it. “Hm? I guess at some point I blew a load on this. I don’t remember that though. Oh well these days I forget half the places I dump my sludge.” He put it up to his face and started licking the cum off of the underwear. I thought to myself ‘No! No! Grandpa don’t! That’s you’re grandson’s cum you’re eating!’ But I kept a straight face and pretended like nothing was wrong. “Mmh that’s an unusually sweet load. My cum normally has a strong bitter savory flavor.” He finished licking the underwear in front of me then tossed it aside. “So Kenny boy. How’s about you get dressed? We’re gonna go to a gay fetish store down on Pike street. Another kinkster from my social circle works there. Sound fun?” “Yeah! That sounds great.” I was excited to go to a gay shop. I’ve never been to one. And getting out of the apartment seemed like a good way to avoid any more of these close calls. I threw some clothes on. Grandpa threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and sandals. Obviously he didn’t feel like dressing up much for going out. The place he wanted to take me wasn’t very far. Only a few blocks away. I took in the sights of the city while I could. Everything looked big and busy. It was a shop called Doghouse Leathers. Inside I was impressed with the vast variety of clothing and adult toys on the shelves. So many things that I didn’t know what they were used for. The guy at the counter was an older bear wearing a black leather vest with no shirt on. He looked up at us and immediately recognized grandpa Lewis. “Mr. Lewis! How are you doing? And who is this pretty new thing you have with you?“ “This is my grandson Kenny. My real grandson. You remember. I mentioned him once or twice.“ “Oh! This is the one. Like, actual real family grandson. I guess your visit is going to be pretty tame this time. Showing him the sights?“ “Yes I am. Kenny boy here is gay as well and I wanted to show him his first gay store. Maybe some of the things here will catch his interest.“ “Aw, that is sweet of you to chaperone him around for his first time at a fetish store. I’m flattered it’s mine. Well you guys take your time and help yourselves to try out anything you like. I will be here if you need my assistance.“ “Will do.“ he guided me through the shop, showing me various outfits, underwear, and contraptions. He was informing me on all of their uses and the wild kinks that went along with them. There were so many things that guys were into that I didn’t even know existed. Water sports, pup play, chastity, electro shock, rim chairs, tickle brushes, floggers. I almost felt my head spin over trying to keep up with so many different things. I just let grandpa go on and on while I just smiled and nodded at everything he was telling me. It was all so much, but I was enjoying myself. He asked me if I wanted to try on anything. He was looking towards the leather harnesses and gimp masks. Those were all too advanced for me. I looked at some specialty underwear that looked pretty cool. One had a zipper that started at the top of the crotch and went all the way down and up to the top of the butt. Grandpa saw me looking at that one and he grabbed it off the rack. “Here try this one on. You’d look great in it.” “Are you sure? It’s not too revealing?” “Of course not. It’s practically European. Come, let’s get you fitted. I want to try on some things too.” He took me to the changing rooms in the back. It was basically a corner with a curtain. He got in with me. “Okay strip.” “Do you have to be in here with me? I can do it myself.” “But I like helping you. Are you really going to be shy in a place like this?” He had a point. And we did spend a lot of the day nude together. His hands were already getting my clothes off. First my shirt then may pants came down. I bent over to get my shoes off when I felt something warm against my butt. “What’s that?” “Just my cock, don’t worry about it. The changing room is small and you practically backed up into it. What are you trying to do? Gobble it up with your ass?” “I’m just getting my clothes off.” “Then do it.” He punctuated his demand by thrusting forward. His tip hit my hole. I was still lubed up and stretched from the dildo earlier so when he thrusted forward my ring opened up and hugged his tip, half of his head was poking in. But his head was much wider then the dildo so it still hurt a little. “Ow, that hurts. You should take it away.” I whispered. Trying not to alert anyone to what was going on. “What’s going on down there? You’re ass is very sloppy and not as tight as it was previously. I’m almost inside you. Tell me the truth young man.” He held his dick there. I was quickly working off my shoes and socks to get the rest of my pants off. “I-I played with one of your dildos, I’m sorry.” “Oh is that right? Well I did say you could play with them anytime. I thought you might have had a trick of your own when I was emptying my balls. But you should have told me. Look what you did. Do you want my cock inside you?” He pressed forward more. My ass opening up more around his head. “No! Please take it out!” “Relax it’s not inside you. This is just a kiss. You’re still very much a virgin. What an outrageous thought, me deflowering you. He he he.” That’s when the curtain opened. The leather bear from the front register was looking at us. Me bent over and my grandfather with his dick nearly penetrating me. “Anything I can help you with?” He unzipped his leather pants and pulled his cock out. It was fat and he had a biohazard tattoo right above his shaft. He was stroking it, getting it hard and he moved it closer to me. “We’re fine Bruce. I was just helping Kenny try on some underwear.” Bruce wagged his dick a few times. It was erect now. He looked down at my ass and what was poking at it. “I see. Let me know if I can offer anything.” He didn’t put his dick away but he backed off and closed the curtain again. I was alone with grandpa Lewis. I got all my clothes off and stood up. His dick left my ass and I grabbed the underwear to try them on. “Just a moment. Help me put on my item.” He asked. “What did you get?” Grandpa held up a black butt plug. “He said we could try anything. How about you push this up in me?” “Why me?” “Because you should see how it works. Plugs are a little different then dildos.” He put the plug in my hand and turned around. He spread his ass apart and revealed his hole to me. It was wet and puckering towards me. He clearly had action down there when he had his hookup. “Go on. Put it up in me.” I put a hand on his ass and aimed the plus towards his hole. I didn’t know how much pressure to apply but it went in him easily enough. As it past the widest part his hole clamped down on it with a wet quenching sound. “Awww yeah. That’s it. See? Easy enough.” He stood up and faced me. I was now pulling up the underwear and straightening the waist band. “Yeah it wasn’t too hard. Should we be doing this grandpa? Isn’t it kinda [banned word]?” “Do you dislike spending time with me?” “No not at all!” “Did you dislike putting the plug up my ass?” “Um, it wasn’t bad. It was okay.” “Then what’s the problem? We’re just having fun. And I love teasing you.” “I guess your right. I’ve been having fun too. But your teasing does get pretty extreme sometimes.” “I know, that makes it more fun. Those look nice on you. Turn around let me see that bubble butt.” I spun around and showed them off. I did like the look of them. “Let’s see if the zipper works.” He reached around and undid the zipper. My dick popped out and he kept pulling it down and up the other side, revealing my ass. “Yup those work good… just a sec. Hold still.” I held still with my back towards him I heard a moist popping sound and then a forceful push against my own ass. Something went up inside me. “Grandpa what is that?!” He pushed and it popped up in me. “Just the butt plug. You seem to like toys in your ass and you are well lubed up so might as well.” “Grandpa that was in your ass!” “Now it’s in yours. It’s basically the same as sharing a Coke. Leave it in.” He zipped me back up. The plug firmly planted in me. His ass juices were probably mixing in with mine. “Come on, get dressed. It’s time to head out.” This was crazy. I had something that was inside him, up inside me. We both got dressed and wandered toward the register. As I walked the plug felt weird. Almost like it was going to fall out. But it’s shape wouldn’t allow that. We got to the register and the leather bear still had his dick out. “Just the underwear?” He asked. “And a butt plug.” “Okay come around the counter, I’ll need to scan it.” I walked around to where he was. He bent me over the counter and pulled my pants down looking for the tag. “Ah, it’s on the inside.” He reached for the zipper and unzipped it all the way to the back. “Here we go. I’ll need to type it in. Nice ass.” He put a hand on my back and leaned over me, his cock pointed at my ass. He started typing something in the register. “No funny business now Bruce.” Grandpa seemed a little apprehensive. “Just gonna put these numbers in” Bruce swung his hips back and slammed forward. I slammed into the counter. “What? Oh! Theres the plug. Cheeky bastard.” The plug obviously stopped his dick from penetrating me. I guess now it didn’t seem so bad. “Just ring is up you horny fucker. I knew you’d try that. Kenny boy here is a virgin and I don’t plan on throwing him to the sharks yet.” Bruce took the price gun and scanned the bar code on the base of the plug poking out my ass. Grandpa payed for the two items and I zipped myself up. We walked around down town for a while. He showed me cruising spots and places to eat. All the while I was walking around with a plug up inside me. We spent quite some time in town until it got late. Before heading home grandpa had one last place to show me. We were on Summit Avenue and saw a discrete building. “This is Steamworks Kenny. It’s a gay bathhouse where men come to hook up with each other. It may be a little advanced for you for now but I will take you here when you’re ready.” “Really? I had no idea a place like this existed.” “It’s not meant to be heavily advertised. A lot of the men here like discretion.” I looked at the building for a while. Then grandpa took me by the hand and we walked back home in the dark. When we got back grandpa immediately threw off his clothes and let it all hang out again. he loved being naked. He took me by the hand and brought me to the bedroom where he proceeded to take my clothes off as well. “Today was fun grandpa. Thanks for taking me out.“ “It was my pleasure Kenny boy. Get on the bed for me, I want to inspect that plug up inside you.” I now had all my clothes off. Even the new underwear were thrown aside. I got on the bed and lay down I was rubbing the plug inside me wondering if I should take it out yet. “It’s been in there for quite a while grandpa.“ He got on the bed with me and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, his hips almost met with my ass. “This is a very awkward position grandpa.” “I can better inspect you this way.“ He grabbed the plug and started thrusting it in an out of me. It was causing my dick to get hard. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.“ “Yeah you’re right, you don’t need this anymore.” Grandpa pulled the plug out of my ass and started sucking on it. “Mmm, sweet.” “Isn’t that dirty?“ “Nope, you’re clean inside. This is just your sweet love juices. Well yours and some of mine.” His dick was resting on my butt hole. I could feel it getting hard. “Grandpa I think you should move your dick.” Grandpa put the plug down and wrapped his hands around my thighs. He moved his hips forward, his cock head pressing up against my ass. My hole easily opening up and wrapping around his tip. “Whatever you say Kenny boy.“ “No! That’s gonna go in!” Grandpa pulled his dick away and let go of my legs. “How was I supposed to know that? You should be more specific.“ I sat up. “You like to push your jokes far. But we can’t actually do that. That would be… incest. Wouldn’t it?” “Hey, a hole is a hole. If it feels good, you should just let it happen.“ “But, you have…” “AIDS, I know. But that doesn’t change how good my cock would feel in your virgin ass.“ I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. I sat there in silence looking away, sensing my discomfort he change the subject. “Since you know I like to hook up, and I’ve shown you some of the ropes around here. I think tomorrow I’m going to have one of my tricks come over. He and I are going to play around here. You don’t have to stay and watch, but it would be a great lesson for you. A visceral demonstration on how to properly fuck, and some more kink demonstrations too.” “Oh, uh, I guess that would be interesting to see.” Could I really watch my grandfather fuck somebody? Wouldn’t that be as awkward and uncomfortable as walking in on your parents having sex? But grandpa Lewis wasn’t a parent. He was technically my grandparent, but he’s so carefree and sex positive. My thoughts went back-and-forth on it being weird and it being an interesting learning experience. Mostly leaning towards the learning experience. “Well it’s getting late. Time for bed I say.” It was late and I was pretty tired from the day. I looked around to find some pajamas to wear. But grandpa stopped me. “No need for those, we can sleep in the nude. We walk around the house naked. We can sleep naked as well.“ I guess that was true. I was a little concerned about his dick rubbing up against my bare ass in the middle of the night. But if it got too frisky, I could always just move to the couch. “Yeah, alright.” We got ready for bed and got under the covers. Grandpa was sitting up looking at our position, contemplating. “Okay last night was a little cramped so let’s try something different. How about you lay down on the bed and I’ll just rest on top of you.” “Wouldn’t that be kinda smothering?” “Hey now. I’m no fat. Well I have a bit of a belly here but I’m fairly light for my size. Just get into position. This will save space.” I laid down as instructed. I wasn’t too sure how this was going to work. Grandpa crawled on top of me, and laid down. His head rested on my back. I felt his cock rest between my cheeks. He wasn’t very heavy but it was still a weird position. “Are you comfy like that?” I asked. “Oh yes Kenny. You’re very warm. And your bubble butt is very cushy.” We got comfy and tried going to sleep. Grandpa managed to fall asleep faster then me. I heard him snore quite a bit. The weight of him laying down on my felt like it wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep but I tried. I eventually started nodding off. Waking up here and there in the first part of the night. I couldn’t help but think of his dick between my cheeks. But I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to something poking me. Grandpa was snoring still and he had another hard on. It felt uncomfortable so I tried to wiggle around a bit. It wasn’t working well since both our bodies were pressed against each other. The only thing I could reach was my ass. His dick was so hard it hurt as it jabbed my butt cheek. I may have been slender but my ass was pretty round so there was a lot for his dick to poke against. I thought about my options and the only thing I could come up with was grabbing my ass and spreading it. I did and grandpa’s dick stopped poking my cheek and slipped down to poke at my hole. It wasn’t ideal but my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. I allowed myself to fall back asleep like that. My dreams were nondescript. I couldn’t make heads or tales of anything. But through out my dreams I had a strange feeling on my ass. The feeling grew more intense as I dreamt away. Then the feeling went painful. That’s when I woke up. It was still night but my ass was hurting. Grandpa was still on top of me snoring away. But it felt like his dick slipped its head into me. I could feel my hole stretched open and it hurt. I may have had practice with his dildo earlier but there’s no way I was ready for some thing of his size. Now that I think of it, it was probably a bad idea to practice stretching my hole with that dildo earlier in the day, and more so not good to have had a plug in me the latter half of the day. Otherwise his dick might not have gotten inside of me so easily. I was still. I didn’t know how to correct the situation. I didn’t want to wake him to find his dick inside me. That would have been too embarrassing. The longer I laid still the more his dick slowly sank in. Eventually it stopped sinking. It felt like half its length was in me. ‘Oh god, hes inside me! Am I losing my virginity like this? No, this doesn’t count. He’s not awake and he’s not actually fucking me. This is just an accidental slip. What do I do? This is bad.’ No matter what, I couldn’t think of anything for my predicament. The only thing that could possibly work is if I just went back to sleep and if he woke up first in the morning he’d realize he slipped in and pull out on his own. Hopefully he’d avoid mentioning it to me. I closed my eyes and focused on sleep. It was hard. And not just dick in my ass hard. But I managed. My ass relaxed and grew accustomed to the fleshy intruder and I fell asleep again. My consciousness faded in and out. That in-between state of sleeping and waking was over me as I was trying to stay asleep. I dreamt that I was having a hard time keeping my balance. I felt like my hips were being rocked back and forth. A weird pressure sensation in my ass as my hips moved back and forth. When I partially awoke, the bed was shaking up and down a little and my body shaking with it. The source of the movement felt like it was centralized around my butt. I was too drowsy to recognize what was going on, and I drifted back off to sleep. It was early in the morning by the time I woke up. My my eyes slowly opened up, looking around the room. To my dismay grandpa was still asleep on top of me. He was still snoring and I felt drool coming out of his mouth and running down my shoulder. But more importantly, his dick was still inside of me. It was hard to believe that it stayed like that inside of me all night. It had to have gotten soft at some point. It must’ve been morning wood? I kept still, pretending to be asleep, waiting for grandpa to wake up and pull out of me. Periodically his dick would twitch inside, keeping me very aware if it’s presence in me. Grandpa wasn’t waking up yet so I tried wiggling my ass, hoping it would gently shake him awake. His snoring stopped and he started moving around. I went back to pretending to be asleep. He propped his hands on the bed and stretched, arching his back and driving his hips down as he yawned. The stretch caused his hips to drive his cock deep down in my ass. Almost full length sinking in. I merely gasped. I tried my best not to respond to it. It felt so intense having the thing go so deep in me. “Oh, what’s this?” He whispered to himself looking down at where his tool was located. He patted my shoulder gently to see if I was awake. I maintained the act. I wanted him to pull out so he could act like everything was normal in the morning. But he didn’t pull out yet. Instead he started gently moving his hips up and down. What?! Why’s he doing that?! His movement was subtle but consistent. There’s no way he’s actually fucking me. He wouldn’t. This has to be his attempt at gently wiggle his cock out of me without waking me. I was sure that was the case, so I laid there letting grandpa do his thing. The sensation of his cock wiggling around inside me was stimulating my prostate. I didn’t want it to feel good but my body betrayed me. It felt good wither I wanted it or not. I thought to myself ‘sorry for sorta enjoying it grandpa’ it seems like he was having a hard time pulling out so I slowly tried spreading my legs a little without him noticing. Giving him easier access to maneuver. I wanted him to succeed in his efforts. I thought ‘That’s right grandpa. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll try to make it as easy as possible for you to accomplish what it is you were trying to do.’ His breathing started to get a little labored. I guess attempting to wiggle out of me was physically demanding for him. Especially with all of his attempts to do it as gently as possible without ‘disturbing’ me. Then his hips started raising up. His cock was exiting my ass. ‘Great, just a little bit more.’ He stopped with the head of his cock still inside me. Then he grabbed his shaft and started stroking it fast. I thought ‘that’s a weird way to pull it out’ he kept stroking for a while and his body started trembling. I heard him whisper very quietly “yeah that’s a big AIDS cock in there. Gonna shoot it. Gonna shoot my AIDS load….” What? Did I hear that right? His words were barely audible. His cock was repeatedly twitching and I felt his head expanding in me. No way. He wouldn’t be trying to ejaculate. That’s really dangerous! At this point, pretending to be asleep wasn’t an option anymore. My only other choice was to fake waking up and get him to pull out. He kept stroking his cock with the head lodged in me as I thought to myself. ‘What would I say? Wouldn’t it be fairly awkward afterwards? Aren’t I technically no longer a virgin anymore? I need to do it now, wake up and ask him to get off…‘ But my thoughts were interrupted as grandpa started to softly grunt…

That’s the debate between the doctors looking after me. In any event I got treated which is fantastic thing. Thanks for the kind words.

It is complicated. I personally conjecture that there is the potential for a true addiction-like state connected to sexual behavior, but I would submit that it isn’t purely a process- or behavioral- based phenomenon. Based on my own experience of having been exposed to coitus in high volume, I believe that the chemical changes that take place in the brain during serial sexual encounters, both as a result of normal systems operating at abnormal frequency, and the introduction of unusually high volume of pleasure-stimulating chemicals from partners, results in effects that take on some of the characteristics of substance abuse. Undeniably, getting loads makes me want more. Having repeated extreme or intense sex makes normal sex unsatisfying. Eventually, you could fuck continuously 24/7 and feel nothing but desperation. I have felt the very edge of that sensation, and am extremely wary of getting much closer to it - beyond lies a black, howling void. It is little wonder that those who find themselves within it do irrational things to try to get out. Those who use ‘addiction’ as an excuse to cover up personal shame, embarrassment, or inner conflict about their promiscuous nature are dealing with an entirely different set of psychological issues that have nothing to do with addiction. Similarly, those who claim addiction because they become aroused at the thought of being addicted to sex are not addicted; they are fetishizing it. Admittedly, this can become a confusing mental roundabout - the more the person feels aroused at the thought of addiction, the more the person supposed he must be ‘addicted’ because of how aroused he is, which makes him more aroused at being so ‘addicted’, and so on…if anything, he becomes addicted to the idea of being addicted. One might think that a measure of true sexual addiction might be to ask if the person has sex even if he really doesn’t want to - if the compulsion drives the behavior independent of desire. I’m not sure, however, how reliable that is, based on my own experience. There have been quite a few times when I have taken a fucking even though I really didn’t want to - I might have been very tired, or very sore because a Top had used me particularly brutally that night, or I found the Top personally distasteful - but I took the cock anyway. I didn’t do so because I was addicted to it and just had to have it; I did it because it was my duty, and I was trained to fulfill that duty regardless of my discomfort or distaste. Some might argue that that still points to some kind of psychological maladaptation, and objectively I concede that is a possibility, but it does not cause me distress (quite the contrary, it’s very rewarding), and it in no way bears any of the characteristics of addiction. As you say…complicated.

Hey guys, retired dad here who likes rough trade types and dad/son group party and play. This story is me living my fantasy, with other rough trade dads corrupting, teaching and converting boys into our play stable. I’ll be startled it soon…

I'm so fucking envious of all the guys on here that started getting fucked at really young ages because it's something I wanted for as long as I can remember, but I didn't get loaded until I was 19. I sucked my cousin off when we were 12, but I would have liked to have been getting my hole used by that age, preferably younger.

The Sexy Hipster, part 2 Matt and John meet up a couple times over the next couple weeks – mostly fucking but also going out for dinner and drinks. Matt and John fuck bareback each time. John loves it when Matt rides his cock facing him. John loves getting Matt so horny that he will drop his pants and ride him. John got Matt to ride his cock in the bathroom at a bar they went to and also on his back stairs one night. Matt loves riding John’s girthy cock. Matt likes that John knows he is slutty and likes it. One night, Matt and John get invited to a party by some of their bar friends. The boys don’t know them well and the guys throwing the party are those older guys that hang around twink bars. Matt and John discuss it and decide to go because it is a party weekend. There is a street festival to celebrate Spring. The City closes off a couple blocks downtown for a street fair one day, a 10k race another day, and then a small parade. It’s a fun weekend. Matt’s second of these festival weekends since college ended. John likes them too. The party is going to be a couple doors off the main festival area and that’s the main reason Matt and John decide to go – easy access to a bathroom and cocktails. Matt is especially leery of one of the party hosts because he is always trying to fuck Matt. He’s older and not very fit. A couple times Matt has been lonely and almost given in to this guy’s advances. But, Matt is with John now, so it’ll be fine. It is Spring, but it’s hot out. Matt and John are in shorts and tight tee shirts on Friday night after work as they explore the street fair. It’s fun and they see their friends on the street. The boys are all looking good and joking around. They head over to the party they’ve been invited to – all in a pack. The guys bring booze with them from a liquor store on the way. When they arrive, the party is pretty tame – mostly older guys hanging out drinking, decent music, etc. Everyone gets cocktails and is hanging out. The boys find the back fire escape/deck overlooks the festival. The twink pack sees some friends and the host tells them to invite the boys in. Soon the party is roaring with twinks, jocks, twunks, hunks, and the hosts and their friends. Everyone is having a great time. Matt is running the 10k in the morning so he is not drinking much. He is mainly watching everyone have fun, including John who is consistently playing with Matt’s amazing ass. Around 10pm, Matt tells John he has to go home if he is going to run the race the next day. John and Matt leave their friends at what is proving to be an epic party. Matt and John are both disappointed to leave the party and their friends. John fucks Matt twice that night. John also fucks Matt the next morning before he runs the race. John cums in Matt’s ass. Matt just has time to get his clothes on before he leaves for the race. Matt imagines that John’s cum is running down his legs as he is running the race. He knows it is just sweat, but Matt is really turned on by it. Matt sees John and some friends after the race and they have a beer and a banana waiting for Matt. Matt grabs another banana and a granola bar from the race tent to eat so he doesn’t get drunk before noon. Matt is in his race shirt and short running shorts. He looks hot and he knows it. John and the guys are heading over to the party house again for brunch/lunch and booze. Matt wants to shower and clean out before he heads to the party. As the boys part ways, John tells Matt to wear the running shorts and a tank top because he wants to fuck him a lot today – easy access. Matt laughs, but he is so turned on by John that he agrees. Matt goes home, showers, cleans out, and then chooses a looser tank top with long arm holes and puts his shortest, most threadbare running shorts on (ones he has had since high school) that barely cover his ass, and some flip flops. He looks in the mirror and knows he looks like a slut. Matt doesn’t care though because this is the look John wants. Matt arrives at the party. The host opens the door and whistles at Matt. It’s the guy who is always trying to fuck him. Matt blushes and says hi, asks if John is there, and the host guides him to the kitchen where John sees Matt and smiles big. The host slaps Matt’s ass and says go get him. John pulls Matt aside and says how sexy he looks. John kisses Matt. A few minutes later, John’s cock is inside Matt in the one of the bedrooms filling Matt with cum. John pulls out and says, “fuck you are so sexy.” Matt pulls his shorts up and the boys go get drinks. There is some food, but not enough since Matt ran a race that day. Matt is getting pretty tipsy and John is too. John fucks Matt in the bathroom around 3pm, cumming in his ass again and telling Matt how sexy he looks. The party has thinned out a bit as the boys are starting to go other places, explore the street festival, and go to dinner. It’s also getting a bit sleazier as the older guys now have a camera out and are taking pictures of the twinks in various states of undress. Matt and John are a little taken aback, but they are with each other, and at least the booze here is free. Matt and John go out on the deck to watch the festival and keep drinking. They are having a good time. Later Matt finds himself pressed in a corner, partially visible to other guys on the deck and maybe on the street, but not really caring who sees it as John fucks him again as the sun sets. Matt has not cum yet. John has cum in him 4 times already today. He is so horny as John pulls out of him again. He can feel John’s loads running out of his ass. Then he hears the camera taking photos of John’s dick pulling away and Matt’s ass. Matt pulls up his shorts and says, “what the fuck man?” to the host who is taking his photo. The host says, “Don’t worry. I didn’t shoot your face, just the really hot action. You guys are really sexy.” Matt and John are angry at the host, but he swears no face is in the photos. The host takes them inside, plugs the camera into the computer, and shows Matt and John that none of the photos show their faces. The boys relax a bit. The host takes them in to the kitchen and they all do shots. The boys are relaxing now in the darkened living room with the hosts, almost everyone else left the party for the bars by now, but John and Matt are still there with about a dozen other people. The host starts saying how hot it is when John and Matt fucked earlier and how sexy the pics are. John starts playing with Matt’s nipple under his shirt, Matt and John start kissing, Matt’s shirt comes off, and John and Matt are making out heavily on the couch now. The other two guys who were sitting on the couch are now up and watching, Matt can hear the camera clicks. John pulls Matt’s shorts off as they make out. Matt is naked now as John is on top of him. Everyone in the room can see Matt’s naked torso and legs as they are wrapped around John. They can also see the naked side of Matt’s ass. Matt is so horny. He has not cum yet and needs to cum. His cock is rock solid. John sits upright, opens his shorts, pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down, and Matt gets on John’s lap. Matt sits on John’s bare cock and pushes his cum filled ass down, using John’s loads as his lube to ride the cock. Matt hears the guys cheer as his ass rides up and down on the bare cock. Matt is so turned on. He’s loving it. John is stroking Matt’s cock for the first time that day. Matt is naked and riding John’s amazing cock right in the middle of this party and he doesn’t care who sees it. The camera is snapping pictures. Matt is moaning. John is moaning. The boys kiss and fuck. Kiss and fuck. John is thrusting up into Matt now. Matt knows John is going to cum in his ass again. Matt wants the cum in him. He grinds his ass onto the cock. John grunts and says, “I’m cumming in you.” Matt grunts and cums all over John and himself and the couch as John cums inside him. The crowd loves it. There is clapping and cheering. A couple guys call Matt a slut, but everyone seems to congratulate John. Matt doesn’t care. He gets off John’s cock, gets dressed and the boys go home.