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For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it. That was my lot in life. Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over. Talk about a gut punch. Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch. The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment. The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on. I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right. The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next. I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock. I had never been much of a top. Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled. I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops. As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade. It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him. The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department. Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP. But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into… There was something else nagging at me. During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape. Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been. I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse. A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner. He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session. Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes. Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting. I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis. Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse. He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them. Fuck, this was actually going to happen. I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched. I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them. I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open. Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going. Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly. I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side. I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene. I then set back and waited. After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering. I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips. I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long. I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis. I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one. I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing. I then went back and forth between the two. Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse. I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second. As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second. It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls. It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole. I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth. His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm. It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating. Finally, some sex that properly got me going. I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax. Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me. I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it. Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions. In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth. As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards. I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it. However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before. I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me. He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created. I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me. My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified. I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting. All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me. I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt. When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face. I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck. I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching. This was clearly their thing. The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold. However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole. I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down. This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure. In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed. I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits. I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps. It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys. He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward. I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out. No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding. I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate. I loved that these guys had done their homework. He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it. His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before. I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was. I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night. I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied. “You want more?” one of them asked me. “Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust. “Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.” I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction. My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down. I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke. “You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked. “Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker. One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale. The rush was intense, but I also loved it. I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back. Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders. A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed. The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips. Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on. When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered. I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening. I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me. I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards. I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside. It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side. They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started. The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too. I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck. With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like. It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum. They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards. After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy. A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it. “I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while. “But I reckon you’re not yet.” “Never” I replied. “Need more.” “Thought so” he laughed. “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.” I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water. A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing. Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me. It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it. It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress. It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again. He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in. There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed. My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours. Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something. I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock. Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert. Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible! My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it. Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex. The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end. They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that… I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter. Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too. After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding. As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air, Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling. I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up. Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position. It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head. Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony. I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me. One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner. They were both lean and muscled. The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants. That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second. The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs. I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense. “Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular. “That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole. I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over. “You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded. “We could just tell that you wanted it.” And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent. Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany. This is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside. All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that. I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump. “Yes” I wheezed out. “I need it.” The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load. One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in. When he had blown, the third followed. Then the first again. So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me. Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly. The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed. The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling. I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs. I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed. By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building. The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats. “Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building. “We can always have another go.” “Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him. “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.” “I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed. “Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking. They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car. I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me. I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out. When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing. Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn. I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most. However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after. Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret. Man, the loads I had blown to that one. I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video. He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number. I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed. I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes. Fuck Alan and his rules. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive. They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed. Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in. They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too. All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing. This one is going to be epic…

Julian was 5’11. 175 pounds. Great tone body. Uncut cock. At the age of 19 and on winter break from college. Visiting his family. “What are you going to do today?” Julian’s mom asked. “Not sure.” “I’m working later today.” Julian answered. Julian worked a short shift at the deli near his house. On his break he was checking things on Adam4Adam. It was Saturday night. But it was a slow night on the app. Julian got a message from a guy named Scott. He was chubby sliver hair, blue eyes. 57 years old. Cut dick. Message read: “ Looking to suck cock.” “No need to suck me back.” “Can host.” Julian thought about blocking him. But changed his mind. Thinking a blow job isn’t a bad thing and nobody would know. Julian asked for his address. Julian arrived around 10PM. Scott let him in. They exchanged small talk. Scott lead him into his bed room. Julian started to undo his belt. Scott stopped him. “Allow me” Scott asked he undid the young man’s belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then lowered his red boxer briefs. Julian’s cock was still soft. Scott then took off Julian’s shirt. Scott was in awe of how great Julian’s body and looks were. Julian sat on the edge of the bed. Scott was wearing just a t-shirt which was too small for him which was a few inches above his belly button. He started stroking Julian’s dick then began to suck it. With one hand. With his other hand Scott was stroking his own dick. “Here, lie on the bed.” “It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” Julian got on to the bed. Scott went back into sucking Julian’s hard cock. With his legs spread. Scott noticed Julian’s hot ass. Smooth and tight. Scott stopped jerking himself and ran a finger on the young man’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Nothing Scott answered. “Just checking out your ass.” “Oh no worries.” Julian said. Scott then continued to suck and play with Julian’s dick. Scott stopped and asked Julian if he ever had his ass eaten “I would love to.” “If you want.” Scott said. “I’m great at it.” Julian thought about it for a moment and answered “What the hell.” Scott took off his t-shirt and lifted the young man’s legs over his shoulders and started to eat the young man’s ass out. Julian moaned in pleasure. After about five minutes Scott stopped and saw his once tight hole was lose. He put o e, then two fingers into his hole. Julian was enjoying the fingering of his ass as well. Scott stopped and got up and got lube. He placed some on his cock. And some of it on Julian’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Giving us both pleasure.” Scott then put the tip of his cock into the young man’s ass. “I don’t bottom.” Julian said weakly. “Relax, it’s just the tip.” Scot said. Slowly the tip went in further including his dick. “Oh shit.” Julian shouted in pleasure.” Scott kept going in and out. “I’m cumming” Scott said. “Pull out.” Julian pleaded. But it was too late. Scott shot several loads into the young man. Scott kept his dick inside him until he finished sucking off Julian. Julian came. Scott swallowed his load. Then took his dick out of Julian’s now fully loaded ass. Knowing his load was now deep inside him. Julian, lost his virginity to an old man. And wouldn’t dare tell anyone about it. As for Scott. It was one of three times he topped. And it wouldn’t be his last time.

My hole is tight and definitely needs fucking and breeding.

Got fucked raw and bred by a big Afghani man who worked at the hotel I was staying at in Frankfurt. I was having breakfast and he came to take my empty plates. We exchanged a few words. Then he asked for my room number. He said he would be up in 5 minutes. I received him naked and sucked on his thick Afghani member. He then spun me around doggy and spat into my dry hole and penetrated me. After a few minutes I got on my back so I could look him in the eyes. I love that. He fucked me for around 5 minutes and then released his DNA inside me. Sadly most of it came out when he pulled out of my hole. He had to go back to work. I love that he has a family and was so horny that he inseminated me while on duty at the hotel.

Here’s my tight hole! I need cum in it and preferable from multiple cocks 😉

She was just a few minutes drive from me, and her pictures looked good. She sent me her room number, and I shared my live location with her. It was a motel with room doors directly to the parking lot. While I do enjoy walking past a desk clerk or having them buzz me in (and have even been loaded up by a few after being bred) it is a rare occasion. Her room was one of the last ones towards the back of the lot, and some of the parking lot lights were out. Dark and seedy…my kind of scene. I arrived and knocked on her door. She opened it, and I really saw her for the first time. She was nearly my height, around 6 feet, brunette wig, and slim but toned. She was wearing a light blue robe, and her makeup was done impeccably. ”Come in” she said. Closing the door behind me. “What do you wanna get into?” ”Well, I’m a total bottom, and I’m looking to take loads,” I said, not being shy. She dropped her robe, revealing beautiful firm tits, and hanging between her legs was a nice long cock with a pair of equally low hanging balls. “Do you think you can handle this?” she said as she started to stroke her cock and rubbed one of her tits, pinching a Nicole. I immediately got down on my knees and took her cock in my mouth. I wanted the whole length of it in me. Starting with her head, and running my mouth down the length of her shaft until she was lodged firmly in my throat. She grew firmly and moaned with approval. Her body smelled amazing, and her skin was so soft and supple. I worked her tool, while stripped off my clothes. I was eager to show my hostess how ready I was for her load. She helped me with my poppers, so her cock could stay firmly in my throat while my hands explored her body and tugged on her heavy balls. She sniffed the bottle herself and moaned louder now, as her robe fell to the floor. She commanded me up to the bed on my hands and knees. As I positioned myself to continue sucking her cock, my back naturally arched to give me access to that beautiful piece of lady meat, but it also left my ass in the air, and she immediately zeroed in on my hole. I still had the load in me from a few moments prior (maybe 20 minutes earlier? This was crazy…I had just taken a stranger’s poz load in the park, and now I was sucking off another stranger in a seedy motel room, hoping she would gift me a poz load!). I knew she could feel the load, and she seemed surprised. ”You came here ready, didn’t you pig?” “Mmmhmmm.” ”Have you missed any doses of your PReP?” ”I’m not on PReP,” I responded, removing her from my mouth so I could. Surprised, she then seem pleased. “Then I better get a condom,” she said, as she pulled out of my mouth and started to walk to the night stand. ”That’s okay. We don’t need one. I just want to feel you inside me….raw,” I said. Instead, she picked up the lube, applied some to her cock, and started to stroke it while now looking depraved and hungry at me. She commanded me onto my back, and I complied, sliding my ass to the edge of the bed. I huffed my poppers, as she started to probe my hole with her lubed up fingers. She smiled feeling all the cum that my puffy lips held in me. Then grabbed my neck and passionately kissed me. Her hand firmly gripped her cock, and I could feel her head teasing all around my hole. She moaned again about how badly she wanted to feel inside me. I lifted my legs higher, and spread my ass, as she easily slid into me. Slowly at first, working in just her head, and then the entire length of her shaft. I threw my head back, and moaned loudly, as she grabbed me and kissed me again. ”You feel so good baby!” she told me. “How long have you been poz?” ”I’m not,” I said. “Tested recently. I’m negative.” She seemed surprised, and then that devilish grin returned. That was when she slammed her cock into me forcefully. Slid out, and slammed back in. She started rhythmically fucking me, and my body could feel it all over. She was forcing herself deeper into me, I could feel her cock pushing past my second ring. I yelped in pain and pleasure. Huffing more poppers, I just couldn’t get any more of her…And I needed it! ”I’m going to poz that pig hole, bitch!” “Yes, baby! Give it to me!” My cock started spasming as I shot a heavy load between us. She scooped off her stomach and mine, then pulled out and started to finger fuck my hole with my own cum. I could feel her fake nails scratching and tearing me up, as she grabbed and squeezed my throat. The pain made me think that she was taking it out on me, all the shit that men had put her through She had been used by guys like me, and now she was getting her revenge. She forced her cock back into me, and started angrily fucking. I huffed some more and held it, then she started squeezing my neck again. The pleasure was sooo intense. She could see me losing it, and that’s when she grabbed my face and stared deeply into my eyes. ”Take my fucking load you faggot!” She thrusted hard and deep, then grunted as I felt her warm load coat my insides. She thrusted just that little bit deeper and her body spasmed. She grabbed me by the back of the neck again and kissed me, passionately. ”Enjoy my gift, fag.” She whispered into mouth. She then pulled out, picked up her robe, and a large purse off the table, and headed to the bathroom. ”We’re done. Get the fuck out,” she matter of factly said, before slamming the bathroom door.

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

Just got my latest load in a married professor's office (I work in a university). He's got a nice thick cock, which his wife was totally neglecting. I'm rather proud of this now on going connection since I've had to groom/prepare him for some time to accept both his very natural urges and his equally valid need for release. It's been a commitment of time and energy but he now seems addicted to being enthusiastically sucked and rimmed before bending me over his desk to fuck me raw. He's now at the point of actively arranging 'visits' and lying to wifey about 'working late'. I'm enjoying his descent into secret gay cheater and plan on taking him further down the path. Today, for the first time, I had him suck my cock (after getting him nice and horny and compliant) and I plan on training him to swallow my cum, rim my ass, and, ultimately, bend over to take my cock. I'm already putting the idea into his head that he should play with other cocks, with the goal of setting him free to be a gay cock slut like me. My final goal is to get him to the point where he goes along with the two of us servicing a big dick top: fingers crossed!

Mine doesn't get used much at all, id like some guys to change that though!

I just left a guy I met on bbrt. I live in Charlotte NC, his picture showed a very thick cock. He said he is a top . I was interested in just sucking his .massive cock as I love big cock. I been fucked a few times finally, raw but still a little scared about taking raw cock . I know prep But he is taking prep. Anyway I was sucking his cock freaking beer can thick and he started fingering my asshole, it felt so good, he then told me to get 9n my back 9n edge of bed and started to rim me. It felt so good He needed a shave but his whiskers were feeling real good. He then stopped and told me he was going to fuck me. He had my legs on my shoulders . I really didn't want to fuck, his cock was huge. He was leaking a ton of pre cum , he reached over a put a glob of lube on my hole and before I could stop him he had the top of his thick cock in me . He slowly started putting that thick cock in me. It felt so fucking good. I asked if it was all in me, he said no and with that he shoved the rest in me. Wow. It held still for a moment...then he started to fuck me. Hard..it was hurting a little but as time went by it started to feel good After about 5 minutes he said he wasn't going to last long. I asked him to pull out and cum in my mouth. He said not going to happen. He started to slam his cock 8n me faster and then stopped. He told me he just gave me a load of cum . I really didn't feel it but he held his cock in me, still hard but getting soft and then I felt his cum leaking from me. It felt so fucking good. I am glad he held me down and just fucked me and as sir in a rest area on my way home, my hole hurts so good and I feel the wetness. As soon as I get home I am going to jerk off with his cum. Awesome..just awesome. We are going to meet again next Monday. I want him to take a picture of his cock and him fucking me.

Please don't read this part of the story if stealthing offends you. It's inclusion in this story is by no means an endorsement of the practice in real life. This is fiction. I decided to take Knightfalconer's challenge and confess it's fun to write. I hope some of you enjoy. ============================= It was on that flight I joined ‘the mile high club.’ My window seat was at the back of the plane. A handsome very fit uniformed pilot was jumping a free ride. He sat beside me, and the isle seat was empty. The airline attendance, male and female were very attentive to him bringing me free drinks every time they served him. By halfway through the trip, I had a nice buzz. So did he by the slight slur that developed in our comfortable banter. It wasn’t blatantly obvious, but I began to suspect he might be gay. Then his hand landed on my thigh and any doubt in my mind disappeared with the smile on his face when I didn't protest. His eyes motioned toward his crotch. I checked to make sure no one was aroun, reached over and fondled the crotch of his uniform pants. Sure enough he was packing a big one and it was definitely ‘glad to see me.’ We arranged jackets over our laps and fished out each others’ erections. For the next ten minutes we gave each other hand jobs. He didn’t even remove his hand from my cock when the next attendant came along to offer us chips and more rum and coke. When he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Top or bottom?” shivers shot down my spine. When the coast was clear he whispered again. “Follow me.” We squeezed into the bathroom and locked the door. He kissed me passionately and told me to turn around. I was dropping my jeans as I turned and bent. I could hear him opening a condom. The packet was between his teeth when I looked back. I took it out of his mouth shaking my head. He frowned, “I’m married, I can’t risk it.” “You want this ass, you will.” He reached down and stuck a finger in me. “Fuck man, you’re already loaded.” Surprise in his voice. “Two loads.” I beamed. “Then I really can’t risk it. Give me that condom.” I don’t know how in that small space I managed but I turned dropped and inhaled his seven and a half inches. He softly moaned and I serviced him for the next five minutes. As he lifted me, he said, “I’m close.” He spun me and once again I bent. I assumed he was going to cum on my ass, but he was cumming as he pushed inside. He pushed deeper into me with each of his seven powerful blasts. It wasn’t until we had quickly rearranged our clothes and got back into our seats that he whispered, “I had to take the risk. The moment I felt your sloppy ass I couldn’t pass up feeling my raw cock in there. Fuck I haven’t cum like that in years.” Jackets once again concealed our laps. I had actually dropped my pants, and for the rest of the flight he fingered my sloppy hole discretely sucking or feeding me the mix of cum and ass juices. As we deplaned he promised he and a buddy would visit me at the hotel during the week. I reminded him, “No condoms.” He just winked. The hotel limo driver must have like what he saw. Once again, I found myself parked behind a strip mall. There was far more room in this vehicle. Both of us naked and ready to go he asked, “Condom or bare?” Interesting he didn’t ask if I was a bottom. “Raw man, breed me.” He needed no further encouragement. The naked bellhop gave me a tour of the hotel, secluded courtyard, pool, and workout room before taking me to my room. When I went to fish out a tip he boldly told me; “I’d prefer the tip of your cock.” I had already pulled off my shirt so dropped and stepped out of my jeans. His lips were around my hardening cock in no time. As he sucked one of his fingers found my slippery hole. He stood, opened the bedside table drawer and bent over the bed. I saw the condoms in the drawer. As I stepped forward and spread his cheeks I said, “I don’t use those dreadful things.” “That’s obvious. I was just finishing the tour. Making sure you knew all the amenities our hotel offers.” I crouched down and moved my mouth to his ass. I sensed a welcome smell and my tongue confirmed, cum. “Mmmmmm, I see you’ve already got a tip.” “Three actually, two of the five guests went for the condoms.” As I was sliding into his sloppy hole; “I’m poz, should I pull out before I cum.” “Of course not!” “I’ve just converted and I’m not on meds.” As his ass started to rock on my ball’s deep boner, “Great! A higher tip.” I leaned into pistoning, “So you’re poz to?” “Working here with my ass, I was stealthed three years ago. It was just a matter of time.” “Stealthed? You’re not mad?” “Fuck no, I love it raw. Like I said, I knew it was just a matter of time.” His was the first ass I pumped my toxic load into. My orgasm was amazing. As the week progressed I spent most of my time naked around the pool with all the other gorgeous men. It became common knowledge that I was a bareback cum slut bottom and I was often invited into guys rooms for one on one, two on one (me), or raw orgies. I was being bred six to ten times per day. I was particularly attracted to a blond twenty something gym bunny hunk with a stunning Californian tan, a scorpion tattoo on his groin and a biohazard tattoo at the top of his spine. We had sex many times, just the two of us and often with groups. He spent my second night in my room, so we had lots of time to talk. He was so easy going I knew I could ask him anything. Yes, he was toxic and not on meds. The biohazard tattoo was not false advertising. Yes, he had knocked up about a dozen other guys. Five of those he had stealthed. He loved sneaking the condom off mid fuck. Two had caught him but decided to let him finish anyway. One had caught him, insisted he put a new one on and was livid when he’d got that off too and blasted inside. One of the remaining he told after the fact. That guy had been mortified and confronted him at a club on the dance floor when he was diagnosed poz. The last seemed clueless and was mystified when he took sick. I told him I knew I shouldn’t but found his stories incredibly hot. He egged me on to try it. I was adamant, there was no way I’d do that to an unsuspecting guy. He kept reminding me I’d let Peter. I said that was different. On the Thursday night a group of us went out to a gay bar with a great dance floor. Everyone danced shirtless, a few guys only wore jock straps. My tattooed friend was the first to fuck a jock strapped ass in the middle of the dance floor. They’d been openly flirting for a while. When my friend whipped out his big hard meat the other guy just torqued back onto it. I thought they would just fuck for a short time and go back to dancing. I couldn’t hear over the music, but I read the bottom’s lips as he told my friend; “Breed me.” And he did, right there in front of the cheering crowd. More and more clothes came off and soon it was a naked dance. More and more sex was occurring on the dance floor and on the sidelines. Most of what I saw was safe sex, observing the caution on the many posters around the bar. Only two or three couples were blatantly barebacking. I headed off to the bathroom and found an available urinal beside a bear fucking a twink. As the bear's cock moved in and out I could see he was wearing protection. I had trouble getting it out but when I finished peeing I stayed and watched. The bear started to rub my bare ass. Then he leaned over and kissed me, all the while continuing his twink fuck. Then he pulled out, removed the condom, bent me over and drove his thick raw cock into my slippery ass. Thankful I had a couple loads from earlier in the day forlube. The twink now watched as the bear went to town on my ass. A few other guys came and went, but the twink kept watching. That is until he wiggled in front of me and backed his ass onto my naked cock. I tried to protest, but the bear covered my mouth and pounded me deeper and deeper into the twink. As the bear groaned his release and painted my guts I blew my toxic load into the twink. It was incredible and I thought I was going to pass out. After the bear left I said to the twink. “You’re poz then, are you?” With incredible fear on his face and tears welling up in his eyes he asked; “You didn’t cum in me, please tell me you didn’t cum in me. I just turned 18.” I was gob smacked. I didn’t know what to say. So, I lied; “No, I didn’t cum. And you don’t need to worry, I’m clean.” With great relief the twink left. I confessed to my tattooed friend as he fucked his toxic load into me back at our hotel later that night. “Fuckin A man, isn’t that the greatest orgasm ever.” “Well, it was, but I feel so bad.” “Don’t give it a second thought. In fact we need to help you stealth again tomorrow so you can get over your stupid conscience. I’ve been trying to land the pool boy all week, but he told me he won’t come near me. He’s seen my tattoos. I won’t stop ‘til I coach you.” “FUCK NO MAN!!” But my tattooed friend was not one to take no for an answer.

Was taking blindfolded anonymous loads the other night and this was the photo taken by the first guy after he'd dumped in there. I've been stretching and trashing my hole so much lately with plugs and huge toys that this is how it looks at the start of the night 🤤😈 Anyone want to slide their cock or fist in there next?

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

I should have gotten pics of my hole yesterday, I had some huge toys stuffed up my ass

Posted above sir, hope you enjoy. I'm really shocked that my hole took all that and then was fine afterwards. I'm finally getting to the state where I can just take plugs and fists without issue 🤤

I know the mental hell you're going through mate. After I was exposed, I went through literal years of "False Positive" "fast" tests. Full panel blood testing always insisted that I was Neg. It was an Emotional Rollercoaster I rode alone because I had some baggage from growing up during the crisis,having lost many people during that time. I also wrestled with an inevitably complex. from my background. After my doctor literally mixed up my at the time latest test with another patient, I quit testing and adopted a "Don't Ask/ Don't Tell Don't Care" attitude. That probably wasn't the smartest move, but I found the stress of wondering if the results I was staring at were accurate, and checking Web MD against every blotch on my skin, every cut on my gums and every bout of IBS was killing me. If I can offer some advice, I'd say use your head. Use any resource you have access to. Keep taking an active interest in your health. And above all, don'Psych yourself out about it. I spent 16 years at war with myself, not fully embracing myself, All of myself because a test result was defining my life and how i lived it and in my case I wound up Poz anyway. take from that what you will. I'm not advocating "letting go" and this isn't about any kink/ fetish I have. I just want you to know how a False positive can shake one up and I'm here for you.

Oh fuck yeahhhh,,,have plans to take care of that

I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

Given that it sounds like you have been in a monogamous (heterosexual, though it doesn't particularly matter) relationship for the last 3 years, of course you couldn't be poz (unless your partner gave it to you). In fact, given the probabilities involved, I'm rather surprised that you were even bothering to test. So my suggestion would be that you think through the issue and maybe look at the real math involved. And ask yourself why you were (illogically) worried enough to test, and scared by the false positives (when it was fairly clear that that was the only realistic likelihood). If there's some unresolved psychological issue or fear going on, take care of that so that it doesn't make your life miserable. Because having a healthy respect for the risks of sexual activity is prudent and sensible, but having unreasonable and unrealistic fear of them is a recipe for unneeded unhappiness. I understand the knee-jerk reaction of fear of a lethal disease (I've had it myself), but the scientific reality of HIV in the 2020's is a very long way from what it was in the 1980's.

Part II: So I went back up the stairs to his room, and he was already hard again. I got on my knees on the floor and put his cock back in my mouth. He fucked me again, this time on all fours on the floor. He pounded me there for awhile. We moved back to the couch at the foot of the bed after my knees started to hurt. I could feel him start to get closer. I remembered that I wanted to take more videos of me being slutty, so before he blew his load I asked him to slow down and take a video. I definitely have an exhibitionist streak, but so many times in the heat of the moment I completely forget about wanting to film it. Luckily I remembered this time, so now I have a nice new clip of me getting fucked. He stopped filming once he reached the point of no return, and blew his second load deep in my ass. He pulled his dripping cock out of my hole and again I gently took him in my mouth. We made more small talk as I got dressed and he went to take a shower. This time when I left I went all the way down the stairs, walked back to my car, and drove the 20 minutes to the bathhouse. On my way walking into the bathhouse, the hotel guy messaged me saying he wished I had stayed and that he could give me a third load. I paid for a large room, got my towel, key, and remote for the TV, and walked to go find my accommodations. I have a tank top that says "Cum In My Ass" that I like to wear whenever I get to the bathhouse, because it makes me feel slutty and advertises the goods. My room was directly next to an area with a padded couch and TVs showing porn, a wooden sex bench, gloryholes, and a "slurp ramp," where there is a raised platform guys can walk on while other guys below can give them a blowjob while standing. After I got everything situated in my room, I opened the door to go do a lap around the club. There were a few guys in the play area outside my door, but they weren't playing themselves, mostly just browsing. One of the guys looked like he was waiting for me. I made eye contact and nodded back to my room, and he followed me inside. I left the door open, but he shut it. He was a stocky Hispanic guy, probably in his 20s, with an above-average thick uncut cock. I gave him a blowjob for awhile. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, but he declined. He wanted to fuck me with one of my dildos that I had brought, so I let him do that while I sucked him. I don't want to brag too much about my blowjob skills, but I've made three guys cum twice with my mouth within the span of about 10-15 minutes each, and made another guy cum three times within the same timeframe. After about 15 minutes of sucking this guy's cock, and he still didn't seem to be any closer to cumming, I told him thanks and indicated that I was going to do a lap. This guy followed me around the club throughout the day, never said a word, and at one point kind of elbowed his way past another guy so he could get at my mouth, but he never seemed to get any closer to cumming, never took me up on my offer to fuck me, and in fact never said a word. Any time I asked him a question he kind of shrugged or rolled his eyes. He had a nice cock, and I would've gladly taken his load, but anybody who makes me work for it that much isn't worth my time. I took a lap and went to a different slurp ramp/gloryhole area. This area is filmed on the internal CCTV system, and broadcast to all the TVs in each room, providing a cool real-time voyeur/exhibitionist element and information about how busy things are. I walked on the lower level, indicating that I'm looking to suck cock. An older Asian guy walked up and stuck his hand between the slats to guide my head to his slightly smaller-than-average cock. I sucked him for a minute before asking if he wanted to go back to my room. He agreed and followed me back there. I was hoping he would fuck me, but he wanted me to keep sucking him. He was leaking a ton of precum, and it tasted delicious. Within a few minutes he was cumming down my throat. Next, I went to one of the video areas, where an older Hispanic guy was watching porn. I asked if I could suck him and he said sure, so I got down on my hands and knees, ass in the air, and started sucking his smaller uncut cock. I couldn't make him hard after sucking him for a few minutes, and he looked very apologetic when he told me that he was a bottom and doesn't usually get his cock sucked. I told him I'm the same way, so we wished each other happy hunting and went our separate ways. I walked up to an area of the club I had never been to before--it was always closed for construction. You needed to walk through a dark room maze, and on the other side there was another slurp ramp, kind of a slurp ring, with a raised walkway that went around in a circle around a central area, kind of like an arena. In the middle of the arena was another fuckbench, kind of a picnic table covered in padding with a much thinner "table" area, where a bottom puts his chest down on the table part, and then his hands and knees go on the benches on either side. Unlike others I'd seen, this one had restraints for the bottom's wrists and ankles. There was no one in the entire larger room, but I was so turned on thinking about getting fucked while guys getting blowjobs watched me in a circle that I strapped myself into the restraints and hit my poppers. I went back to my room and started watching porn and playing with my dildos. I got so worked up fantasizing about all the anonymous cock I was going to take that I opened my door, put my ass in the air at the edge of the bed, and kept using my toys, advertising my hole. Pretty soon I had my first customer. While my head was in the mattress and I had turned off all the lights except the red one, my room had mirrors all around and I could see that it was the bathhouse employee who had checked me in, a guy of mixed ethnicity in his mid-30s. He came in, unzipped his pants (another telltale sign, no one but employees is wearing anything other than a towel or jockstrap), and started stroking his cock while gently fingering my ass. I grabbed his nice large cut cock, lubed it up, and guided it inside me. He was pounding me hard from the start and it took him maybe a minute to shoot his load in my hole. He zipped up, smacked my ass, and left. Within 30 seconds, another bathhouse employee came in and unzipped, but this guy didn't fuck me. He got down on his knees and started eating and fingering my cummy hole while stroking himself. His soft wet tongue felt amazing around and inside my hole, and I enjoyed the contrast with his rough stubble between my cheeks. He was enjoying himself, and within about 5 minutes he came, shooting his load on the floor before zipping up and leaving. I vaguely remember another guy fucking me and cumming inside me after that, a white guy with a big belly and a short thick cock, and he came very quickly. I then closed the door and relaxed for a bit before going out into the slurp ramp area outside my door. A younger Asian guy walked onto the ramp area as I was walking below, went up to the rail and pulled his towel aside to free his cock in front of my face. He had an average length cut cock, but it was pretty thin--all things being equal, thin cocks are my least favorite, but I wasn't going to turn down a load of cum. Shortly after I started sucking him, the Silent Hispanic Guy came up next to him and also put his cock in my face. I started sucking both of them, and then the Asian guy pulled away. I thought he was leaving, so I started focusing solely on the Hispanic guy's cock, but the Asian guy came around behind me and started feeling up my ass. At this, the Hispanic guy pulled away and left. I grabbed the Asian guy and brought him into my room, where he fucked me on all fours for a good 10 minutes, then had me turn over to fuck me in missionary. I don't generally enjoy missionary sex with guys, but I wanted this guy to cum, and I figured he needed more friction considering how thin his cock was compared to my stretched out hole. He finally came, and left very quickly. I went to the spa area to go take a shower and jump in the jacuzzi. Despite there being a rule that you're not allowed to play in the jacuzzi area, it's designed to have a lot of corners out of sight. Another Hispanic guy, this time a younger guy, started jacking me off under the water. So I returned the favor. I told him I had trouble getting hard with guys, so he stopped jacking my cock and hopped up on the edge of the jacuzzi, presenting his cock to my mouth. I sucked him for a minute and then left. I then went into one of the saunas, where I found the Silent Guy all by himself. Since I thought maybe he left the slurp ramp the last time because all of my attention wasn't focused on him, I decided to try to get him to cum one more time. I got on my knees on the lower bench as he put one of his legs up to allow me easier access. I slobbered and throated his cock for what felt like 30 minutes, but was probably more like 10. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, but again he indicated no. A crowd had formed around us to watch me work, but I was getting very hot and had to throw in the towel. As I pulled back and started wiping the sweat off my body, one of the guys who had been watching said, "Damn, nice work dude. You were really going for it." Small consolation. This bathhouse has two saunas, so I walked around and felt the cool air for awhile before going into the second sauna on the next level. On the top bench, there was a middle-aged white guy in good shape with a goatee and a bald head. I sat a little ways away and we both stretched and relaxed while fondling our packages underneath our towels. I pulled mine away and he did the same, revealing a heavy cock. I reached over and started stroking him, then got down on the lower bench beneath him to put him in my mouth. Once he was at full mast, I saw that he had a very large cock, not as thick as my Hotel Guy but definitely thicker than average and about 8 inches long. I was sucking him for a few minutes when I heard the door open and another guy walked in. I didn't really see him, because the door was directly behind me, but he came up to my ass, pulled his towel to the side, and started rubbing his bare cock against my hole. I grabbed my lube and lubed my hole and his cock before guiding him in, all without taking the cock out of my mouth. I was getting spitroasted again, one of my favorite activities! Another minute or two and he was shooting his semen in my hole. At some point during that time another guy had walked into the sauna, a fat white guy. He sat down next to the guy on the bench in front of me to watch and stroke under his towel. After the guy who was fucking me left, the Fat Guy pulled his cock out and offered it to me to suck, an average cut cock. The Bald Guy didn't appear to be close to cumming, so I started alternating between the two of them. As I focused back on the Bald Guy, the fat guy stood up and got behind me. He was shorter than me, so in order to get his cock in my hole, I had to do a half squat. I had been alternating between kneeling on the bench and standing on the floor since I got to the sauna, so my legs were pretty tired. The Fat Guy fucked me for about a minute before I couldn't hold out any longer and told him I needed to stand up. He kept trying but couldn't make it work, and finally gave up. He said I was too tall and laughed. I laughed and apologized, then went back to sucking the guy in front of me. He asked if I had a room, and I told him yes--I couldn't wait to get back to getting fucked in a comfortable position. I brought the Bald Guy back to my room, where I proceeded to take his cock in my holes for the next 30 minutes in all different kinds of positions. He made me cum from anal, the first time that's ever happened. After I came, I started thinking about how I needed to get home, and the guy still didn't seem like he was getting close to cumming. I think he was on something. Aside from having the stamina of a racehorse, whenever we chatted in between position changes, he kept intense eye contact and his pupils were very wide. Other than that he was a very nice guy. I think he was really enjoying himself, getting very verbally into fucking my cunt. When I told him about why I needed to leave, that I was in a relationship with a woman and she let me fuck guys every once in awhile, he seemed kind of sad. I got the feeling he was trying to make it more than a sexual connection. During one of our breaks to grab a drink of water, I reiterated that I needed to leave soon to get home. I told him I wanted his cum, and he said he'd give it to me. He put me back down on all fours on the bed and went to town. Really roughly fucking my hole. I felt him slam home deep and hold his hips against my ass and the back of my thighs, and then give me two more powerful thrusts, holding himself there as he dumped his seed in my hole. I turned around and took him gently in my mouth and coaxed the last drops of his semen out of his shaft. We said our thanks and he left. Then I relaxed on the bed for a few minutes, went to go take a shower, packed up my items and tidied up the room, and left to go pick up a pizza on my way home. Altogether a very successful hall pass.

It's probably helpful to describe what a 4th Generation HIV test is, and how it works, and then look at why you might have a false positive. Traditional HIV tests rely on testing for HIV antibodies - the cells produced by a body in response to an HIV infection. So strictly speaking, what these traditional tests are looking at is not whether you currently have an HIV infection, but whether your body is producing those antibodies. And while it's generally true that your body won't be producing HIV antibodies unless there's an infection present, that's not necessarily the case. 4th Generation tests look for both HIV antibodies and something called P24 antigens - a part of the virus that usually appears within a couple of weeks of infection, usually earlier than HIV antibodies, and so these tests can detect HIV earlier. But - they aren't foolproof, and there's documented evidence of several things that can cause false positive results. One of these is SARS-OoV-2 antibodies, which can be generated by having had a COVID-19 vaccination or by having had COVID-19 itself. There are other issues like liver conditions (including hepatitis) and autoimmune conditions that can also cause a false positive 4G HIV test. The important thing is that the follow-up tests revealed no infection. Those tests are much more thorough; they take longer, though, and are more costly, hence why they're only done if there's an initial reactive (positive) test result. Given that normal blood testing for HIV-positive individuals can find HIV even at the "undetectable" levels - that is, "undetectable" doesn't mean that HIV isn't present, it's just in such small numbers that it's clearly under control - the likelihood that THOSE tests were wrong is very, very low indeed.

love hitting heads on a rod. it's so hot. great pic.

I also met a boyfriend by writing on a bathroom stall “cumthirsty, cockhungry schoolboy fucktoy willing to be used by anyone, anytime, anywhere. i love getting gangbanged raw” with my number. he met up with me several times to let me suck him off in his car, or fuck me behind a store a block from my family house(usually at night). once he used me a bunch of times, he started bringing me back to his apartment so that he could share me with his buddies and random guys on the internet. wasnt that long before he was my boyfriend and he was whoring me out to multiple men virtually every day. he was the first boyfriend to bring me to bathhouses and blindfold me and let random strangers breed me all night or all day. he turned out to be the absolute dirtiest fuck. but most of the guys it was usually for a quick blowjob or an anonymous fuck in their car or a public restroom, often under the stall or in a handicap bathroom so they couls strip me naked and enjoy the body they were violating.

The typical prison-set story would probably involve some new inmate having his cherry popped and becoming the personal cumdump of a dominant prisoner. Maybe it would involve an inmate being used by the guards. Maybe it would even be some sickly love story about two cellmates finding comfort in each other’s arms. But that is not how this story goes. No, for I am actually a prison guard, my cherry was popped years ago, and this is the story of how I was ‘set free’ by a prisoner. I had played along with the stereotype for hunky young men in my school, dating a pretty girl, marrying her after graduation, and having a couple of babies shortly after that. I had not gone to college, but instead got a job in a security firm before applying for a role as a prison guard once I was a bit older. Eventually we had moved to a different, larger town after my wife inherited a small house from her great aunt, and I had managed to pick up a job at the prison there. This is all well and good, but of course is not the whole story. I had first acted on my impulses when I was a security guard, forcing a drunk guy who was trespassing on the land I was looking after to suck me off so that I would let him go. Another trespasser was made to let me suck him off. When I caught two guys living rough on a construction site I was patrolling, I let them stay as long as they fucked me every night. I made them wear condoms of course, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would rather they went in bare. Being a prison guard had opened up new opportunities for me, but these were definitely more limited in the first place that I worked just because of how small it was. It was only once I had got settled in at my current job at a huge state prison on the edge of town that I realised how much I was going to be able to satisfy my need for cock, so that I could go home every night with that itch scratched and duly play my role as the good husband, the doting father, the man of the house. It was very easy to identify the inmates who could give me what I needed, in exchange for cigarettes, weed or whatever they wanted (within reason). However, I also knew that it would be best to not leave much evidence behind wherever on the complex I found to have these interactions, so I got myself on PrEP and finally ditched the condoms. There were a few places I could risk getting inmates to fuck me without any issues. There were three different storage cupboards out of view of security cameras that served the purpose well, depending on whether I was guarding the inmates doing laundry, those doing who were cleaning the communal showers, or the ones getting some library time. There was also a secret locker at the back of one of the landscaping sheds which had apparently been put in by a now-retired dodgy guard for storing contraband he could sell to the prisoners, which I took over as my personal pounding room when I was guarding the inmates doing the gardening. I had to have my wits about me though, and a chance encounter in a public toilet with a guy called Bill who worked in the security room proved to be very helpful. Thereafter, in exchange for daily access to my ass if he wanted to bust a load, I could rely on him to work things so that I could have a bit of time with a prisoner a few times a week without being filmed or seen. It was a nice arrangement, and meant that I ended most of my shifts with at least two loads in me. Then one day I got sick. No, not ‘that’ kind of sick, but rather I picked up a stomach infection. It knocked me off work for a few days, and when I went to the doctor he put me on some antibiotics while also telling me to lay off certain things for a while. Alcohol was one, my PrEP pills were another. Indeed, he told me I should take the opportunity to give my body a break from that regime, and I would just need to adjust my lifestyle accordingly for a bit (though he didn't delve into why a married man was taking the pills). I had already been off them for nearly a week given I couldn’t keep anything down, and now he wanted me to take another three or four weeks without swallowing one. What. A. Nightmare. However, I decided to be a good patient and do as he asked. I spoke to the warden about returning to work but needing a bit of time to get back into the swing of things, and he put me on a few days of admin duties to help him catch the place up after a secretary had left and they’d failed to recruit anyone else suitable. This worked well for me, giving me some time away from the temptation of the prisoners while still allowing me to keep Bill sweet by sucking him off once or twice a day. After a bit of persuading, I also let him resume fucking me as he said he was clean and, well, I needed him to be on side when I got back to doing what I loved. I suppose it was naive of me to think I would not be sent back to my normal day job, and when I was finally put back on guarding duties I still had three weeks to go before I could go back on the pills. I carried some condoms around with me in case I got weak, but I focused on trying to stay out of the way of the clique of prisoners who had become my regulars. This wasn’t so easy, but for a few days I managed it to the point that I thought I would maybe make it through until I was safe to resume normal service. There were two things that I didn’t know in all of this. First, my clique was getting seriously restless, not just from a lack of easy sex but also because their regular supply of contraband had been cut off. Second, two of my fellow guards were also now suffering from the shutdown in the system. Mike and Steve were, it seems, rather crooked and had found out about my exploits after confronting Bill about some oddities in the footage. They had been looking for something to use against a prisoner at the time, but once my activities came to light they had instead decided to make some money out of it. They could have gone down the immediate blackmail route with me, but instead had set up tiny cameras in all of my secret spaces to get some footage they could sell online as well as hold in reserve to use against me if needed. I had, entirely unintentionally and unknowingly, become a bit of a porn star. Anyway, my sudden disappearance was becoming an issue. A few days away because I was sick was something everyone just had to put up with, but the knowledge that I was back in the building but still somehow unavailable was going down less well. The fact that I was even now back on guarding duties but still not putting out was, it turned out, intolerable. Bill knew why I was taking a break, but he was also not in a position to deny Mike and Steve’s demands for a resolution to the problem, and thus the three of them formed a plan. They figured I needed to be ‘re-inducted’ to the way of life that made them money, and they were going to see to it that I realised the error of my ways. That plan involved me reporting for a meeting I had been notified about through what seemed like an official email, only to find myself alone in the smaller and more remote of the two conference rooms at the prison. After waiting for a bit I got up to leave, which is when I found the door had quietly been locked by someone on the outside. I banged on it and shouted, but no-one came and I soon gave up. I slumped in a seat, quite alarmed at the situation I was in, until I heard the door unlock. Before I could get up it swung open and three of my regulars walked in. Patrick was a big hulk of a man, tattooed from head to toe, always wearing a grimace, and pretty much the most rampant rapist of other prisoners that we guards knew of. Mark was pretty short and looked kind of feeble, but he was sharp as a nail, was at the centre of most of the contraband rings going, and I also knew him to be hung like a horse. Gary was quite a gentle looking man, belying his true nature as a violent thug who rather made up for his homosexuality by behaving as much like an alpha as he could. “Been avoiding us” said Gary. “Er, guys, I, have, er, been, er, sick” I stammered. “Yeah, like two weeks ago” Mark said, sneering. “You’ve been avoiding us since. What gives?” “I, er…” I tried to reply, but was cut off by Patrick striding towards me, throwing me face forwards onto the conference room table, and then grabbing the fabric of my pants. He unceremoniously ripped a huge hole at the back, and then immediately tore through my Calvin Kleins underneath. I barely had time to react when I felt his cock ram into my hole, which fortunately Bill had fucked just an hour earlier so I was at least a little stretched and lubed. It still hurt like hell though, and I yelled in pain but also in horror. Patrick fucked me like a madman, and then blew his load inside me. Gary followed suit, then Mark. Then Patrick again. Then Gary again. You get the drift. They were damn near relentless. I knew I was fucked. Not only do I mean I was being fucked, but in the other sense I was fucked too. You see, not only was Patrick a known rapist, but every single one of the prisoners who he set his sights on would wind up in the infirmary with flu. The other guards hadn’t made the connection, but I knew what was going on. Patrick was clearly as toxic as it gets, and all these men he took as his own were getting pozzed. Now here I was taking load after load from him when I had no protection of any kind, and I guess you could say I knew my fate was sealed. As for Gary and Mark, I had no idea of their status, although if they weren’t already poz then repeatedly dipping their cocks into the toxic splooge that Patrick was leaving in my hole was possibly going to take them down too. In all, while bent over the conference table that afternoon, I took twelve loads. Five were from Patrick, four from Mark, and three from Gary. My hole was left gaping, dripping cum that I also found had a pink tint to it when I was finally allowed to leave the room and run across the hall to the bathroom. They’d fucked me so much I was bleeding, meaning I was pretty damn sure what was in store for me. I was on the Poztown Express, and life as I knew it would be over. Suddenly a calm descended on me as I realised that I didn’t care. If anything, I felt a wave of euphoria and relief flow over me. Orchestrating this secret life on the side had been kind of exhausting, but nowhere near as tiring as maintaining the pretence of being some kind of perfect straight man. If Patrick had kept to his normal form then I was going to be testing positive soon, and maybe that’s just what I needed to break me out of the ‘straightjacket’. I decided then and there that I would resume normal service the next day, and Patrick would be the one I aimed to get with the most. But that wasn’t enough. After finding some fresh pants and starting the drive home, I felt compelled to find some way to keep things going that same day. A beast had been unleashed in me, and that beast needed feeding. I circled back round off my normal route, and headed for the overpass where I knew I could find what I was looking for. Sure enough, when I pulled up nearby and got out of my car, I could see a couple of fires burning in barrels, and the shapes of various men hanging around. I took a deep breath, then walked over towards them all. When I reached the camp and looked around, I briefly paused to take in my surroundings before finally recognising the man I had come to see. Standing a few feet away and staring intently at me was Willy, a former inmate that we guards knew was Patrick’s boy and who had, as we were not surprised to hear, joined the ranks of the homeless after being released. “What the fuck you doing here” he spat out at me. I didn’t reply, but instead just walked towards and then past him to a gap in the tents and cardboard boxes that I could see beyond. I stepped into that gap, noting it felt a bit like a dark alley being out of the light from the barrel fires, and then took another deep breath. As I heard the crunch of someone walking up behind me, I undid my new pants and pulled them down, revealing my torn underwear beneath. I then bent forward, put my hands on the concrete of the overpass for support, and pushed my butt back. The message was heard loud and clear, and in mere moments I felt a cock being pushed into me. I don’t know if it was actually Willy or one of the other guys living there, but he fucked me good and hard for a few minutes and then blew his load. Another followed suit, his cock being so thick it made me yelp as it went in despite how stretched I was by this point. Once he was done, a whole procession of more average-sized guys stuck their dicks in me and blew a load. Maybe some of them had a second go, but I never looked back to see. All I knew is that Willy at least must be diseased, and I was willing to bet that many of the others were too. Indeed, I suspected I was getting more than just HIV pumped into me. After a bit of a clean-up by the car with some moist towels, I went home to endure the wrath of my wife for being so late. I chuckled to myself at how angry she was going to be when the truth came out, and the fact that I found the prospect of that funny only assured me that I was finally on the right path. The next day it was much the same story. I managed to get a session in with Patrick in the landscaping shed, and then after clocking off I went back to the overpass to take some more dirty loads from all the homeless guys who fancied using me, then home to fury in woman form. The day after, Patrick took me in the laundry storage room, followed by Gary in the landscaping shed, and then it was back to the overpass that night on the way home. You get the idea. I was a man on a mission. The warden was deeply displeased when I called in sick with the flu just a few weeks after being off with that stomach bug, but there we go. We were already short staffed, so I knew my job was safe despite what was about to go down in my personal life. Sure enough, once I was better I got myself tested, and then proudly put the results in front of my wife. HIV, and at least three other STDs. She of course went apeshit, and I was out on my ass. I stayed with Bill for a couple of days while I got an apartment of my own sorted, and barely three days after moving in the divorce papers arrived. My wife took the kids and moved back to her mother’s, the house went on the market, and that was that. Old life gone, new life started. I was free. By raping me with his toxic cock, Patrick had not only possibly been the one to poz me, but he’d set me loose from the constraints that I had built up around my world. Now I was an open, happy pig, able to visit any bar, club or bookstore in town without worrying about who saw me, and readily accepting any man who happened by to come round to my place to spend the night buried inside me. I decided not to stop my community service at the overpass, and to this day I’m there several times a week chasing down whatever bugs the men have picked up. As for prison life, things got interesting. Bill knew my status but didn’t stop fucking me, so he eventually got taken down with the bug. Mike and Steve crossed a line with Mark on a contraband deal gone wrong, and soon found themselves being set upon by Patrick, Gary and a load of other guys when they were on garden guarding duty, before being made to bend over in my secret shed to take their punishment. That’s two more staff now pozzed. The warden getting drunk and coming on to me one night took the tally up to five, and got me a promotion as well in exchange for my silence on the matter. He also agreed to shut off a couple of cameras periodically, so I'm now a lot more free to get what I need from a much larger group of regulars. Funny how things work out. Anyway, I told you this wouldn’t be your normal prison story. Who knows where things will go next in my life, but for now I have to run. We have a busload of new prisoners arriving soon, and I want to go and see if I can guess which one will be first to succumb to Patrick’s DNA. Lucky bastards...

Here you are to consider...

Tell me more!

So fucking romantic and hot!!!

The bigger picture in all of this, of course, trumps silly angels-dancing-on-the-head-of-a-pin debates over what "real" men are and things like chromosomes (which none of us can see, in evaluating another person). What it really boils down to, in no uncertain terms, is "I don't want to have to look at people like that." There aren't enough trans men interested in bathhouse sex to create any real obstacle to anyone else getting laid - except insofar as some of the potential partners one might desire avoiding the place out of bigotry. And I have no doubt that if everyone were hooked up to a lie detector, we'd learn pretty quickly that someone likely feels that way about the loud complainers here - that they don't want to see overweight or thin or less-than-endowed or smooth or sweaty or Black or Asian or whatever other characteristic some people find unappealing. The difference is that we (mostly) understand that there will be other people in such a setting who aren't our cup of tea, and we just manage to avoid them when it comes to sexual contact. Anti-trans bigots are roughly in the place that anti-Black bigots were in 1960; it was still considered acceptable by some to express those opinions, but society was moving quickly in the direction of recognizing that bigotry for what it is. We're doing the same here, but sadly, we're still in the earlier stages of this change.

No amount of hormone replacement therapy is going to change an XX chromosome set to an XY or vice versa. We're all entitled to our own opinions. I would consider it absurd to expect everyone else to adopt a false science simply because you and others may choose to. You can "identify" with whatever you choose to, but that choice will never change the truth. If I wanted to identify as a tree, that's my right, correct? But that will never make me a tree.

So I had an unexpected twink friend cum yo my place to ask if I can whore him out. He’s 22yo, 5’8” 125lbs, mixed white Filipino kinda dorky looking with a definite twink body. It was really a lat minute thing and he found time away from from his GF to cheat bottom away from her. So I went on sniffles and created an ad, “whoring out my cheating 22 yo twink before his GF comes home.” That was a honey pot! 8 guys reached out to me and some literally drive 18 miles. I even messaged my FBs. Well the twink was awful. Kept stopping and demand to be fuck in different positions or checking and trying to lock my door. I had Teo tops in line and he tapped out so I stepped in. One Asian mix guy with a thin hard cook used me instead and all the other top started fucking me. A third top 9x8, came but the twink was spooked. It was too big for my mouth. I took it but it wasn’t bad and he ended up nutting in me. My twink ended up with 2 nuts and me 5 nuts. The twink s GF was calling as my fav top fb was driving over. Oh well I have to go Uber home. The Twink leaves. As I waited Assup as usual which my 25yo very experienced and dom FB come… he fucks hard dnd deap and shallow…. The Twink sees his car and asks to cum back… I tell him dude once he starts you can’t back out, he’s gonna use you till he nuts…. The twink comes back to watch me get fuck, his GF is calling him at the same time . My dom hung bull is fucking me like he owned my pussy. The twink watches takes off his clothes and asks to “feel” it. He’s getting bang bb behind by the roughest fucker I know. After 5 minutes his GF is texting and he pulls off to leave. He has cum and sweat all over him, he has to shower. I take over and I’m being bang hard and deep. My top is not stopping again and my hole is juicy warm freshly fucked. He loved it when I push cum onto his dick and then pulls him back in. He fucks my bladder… teases the hole then rams it in and I start to GUSH for the first time in years. I push out my guts to gush more and it’s driving him crazy. Thought he would cum but he spent another 30 minutes banging my bladder. My legs were getting sore and painful (not my hole) but he didn’t care. He was using me. He already nutted in me once do the second round was going to be longer… when he came he let the world know as he bred me good and deep. As for the twink. He had to leave to pick up his GF but thanks to him I got a good last minute gangbang out of it. Aloha.

Funny and sexy at the sane time. I hope it continues. I'm eager to see how many loads Caleb can take before school lets out! PE coach? Principal? Fellow students? Those hook-up apps can lead one astray. How many of those loads he's taking are poz? Let's find out!

As someone mentioned earlier, many former pretty boys have jobs, careers and responsibilities. As a result, we also have resources. We can afford to make an evening festive at the drop of a hat. That has made me and many other older gentlemen quite attractive. In the past two weeks, I've had two visitors over 60 and about five in their 20s. (Last night, my senior visitor fucked me stoopid. Then a 28 y/o came by. Good but.nothing remarkable.) All this is to say that aging pretty boys still have options. (Sometimes the best option is another aging pretty boy!)

Dallas top here

Damn that’s a fine piece of meat. Wouldn’t mind me a taste of that. Just one question: do you black out every time you get hard?. lol.

I love to seduce married guys, its a kink of me to let them cheat.

If those women had been as motivated in 2016 as they are now, we wouldn't in this mess. When a party says that they're going to screw you if elected, believe them. I think that the 2024 election will have a great impact on where LGBT people decide to live and retire. Living in a blue state offers more protection than living in a blue oasis in a red state desert.

I'm currently in a hot but casual relationship with a beautiful young FTM. He's had his breasts removed, and so is gorgeously boyish, but plans to keep his two holes - which I'm very happy about, as its great to have the choice. But I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of breeding him and making a baby. The idea of making a beautiful boy pregnant is incredibly erotic for me, and having recently broached the subject I find that he's strongly turned on by it too: he loves the idea of living as and looking like a hot young man but being obviously heavily pregnant. So for us, at present, pregnancy isn't a risk but instead is looking increasingly like a goal. Papabearcub's cautionary words are noted though: thanks for them

I'm into men and I find it a turn-off to find in a sauna someone who resembles a woman.

Had a text from "New Daddy" at half 6 this morning. He was horny, and wanted to see me. I said I'd be free from half 8, so he said he would be here after that. Get into booty shorts, lube up hole inside and out, sit in lounge ready for him. Doorbell goes, I open door , say hi, and start walking upstairs. His hands immediately start groping my ass, shorts pulled to the side, 2 fingers into my hole, I begin moaning but keep walking. We don't even make the bedroom, I'm bent over in the hallway, he's balls deep in a few thrusts. No words spoken, he isn't too rough, just nicely passionate. He's moaning, I guess he's getting closer. Still nothing needing to be said. I feel his body tense up against me, he's cumming I'm sure, but he's still barely moaning. I turn around, start licking and sucking his cock before tucking him away. We kiss, just once, still no words as he turns to leave. I ask if he's okay? Still nothing.... 'whats happened?' I think as he walks downstairs, I follow, closing door when my phone goes. 'You slut, that was amazing.' says New Daddy as he's getting into his car. "Why didn't you say anything, I thought I had done something wrong" "I wanted you to feel like that, just to remind you I'm the boss. I'm coming back over at 2 today, plug that arse of yours, don't lose a drop." 'yes Daddy' I find my plug, it slides in easily with the lube and cum 'Done Daddy' "Good, see you at 2, will tell you what your cheating cunt is going to be doing tomorrow." My hole twitches around the plug, nervous excitement at that line. I know he said he was going to make me do more, I guess this is how it begins.

One thing he might consider is getting Plan B from a pharmacy before the trip, and taking it.

I actually did that one time as a top. There was a guy chatting with me on Grindr who was staying in the same hotel. I had no intention of hooking up because it was a non-pic profile, but he started talking about how hot it would be to fuck him blindfolded. I was horny as hell and his text profile was hot, so agreed to it. Told him he'd have to ride and I'd be blindfolded laying on the bed. He agreed, I stripped and got out some lube and condoms (I was horny and we hadn't talked about it.) I was hard as a rock thinking about it as I blindfolded myself and laid back on the bed. He came in and quietly closed the door. I could hear him taking off his clothes and then felt him climb on the bed and take my hard cock in his mouth. He was an amazing cocksucker, but that wasn't what either of us was after. He pulled off my cock and I heard the lube snap open. I did not hear a condom tear and then felt his slick hand slide down my cock. Soon after, he moved and I felt him slowly sit down on my cock. Started off with a slow rocking motion before he began sliding up and down on me. I reached out and felt his legs and ran my hands up to his cock. He wasn't big, but he was rock hard. I started stroking and he asked me to stop since he didn't want to cum too soon. I moved my hands up and rubbed his stomach finding a smooth 6 pack of abs which was extremely hot. As he picked up the pace, I started randomly thrusting my hips up and ramming into him when he didn't expect it. One time I did it, he started swearing and I felt his ass clamp down on my and warm cum land on my stomach and chest. That sent me over the edge and I started shooting in his ass. He sat on me for a while before slowly pulling off reminding me to stay blindfolded as he wiped up quick in the bathroom, got dressed, and left. We chatted more later both saying how hot that had been. I begged him to send me a pic of him, but he never sent one. A day later, I was at the hotel pool relaxing after work and there was this family hanging out. Young dad, beautiful mom, and squeaking offspring. The guy never made eye contact, but he had an amazing body. Got me horny and I messaged my hookup to see if he wanted to come again that night. I almost laughed when young dad picked up his phone and looked at it before turning bright red as he looked at me. LOL We didn't hook up again and he blocked me after that.

Taking in the news that Jack, my son, has gotten into the party scene… It feels like I just slammed again for the very first time. Hearing the rentman in the next room got lit with my boy and fucked him in LA last spring was jolting, like the whoosh of that first point, the sudden drop in your chest and feeling of whoa. Then realizing all the different avenues this opened up for the sex between us... that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of ecstasy. And now, like any slam rush, I am about to fuck the rentman senseless. But unlike topping after I have slammed, where I shove my cock up the nearest available and consenting hole without even bothering to lube it up, I am approaching rentman’s ass a little more thoughtfully. “Tell me.” I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, erection jutting forward. It takes rentman a few seconds to notice, transfixed as he was by the video of my boy getting spitroasted by two gorgeous black daddies he told me he found online, and who had become more than fuck buddies. And this video is transfixing. I almost lose my train of thought recalling the day Anthony told me about these guys. They were his west coast dads. I hadn’t met them yet - and with what rentman just told me, I understand why, these guys definitely like to party. They may have been the ones who got Jack lit the first time. But Jack had told me a lot about them. He had been vague on how they met. But he had been very detailed in other areas. The home cooked meals, and once a month, a trip to Roscoe’s in Hollywood for Chicken and Waffles. When he bought his car - an 84 El Camino he was determined to restore, they helped him find a good mechanic and a better body shop. The older one, Dave, even taught him how to do laundry the proper way, a lesson I had failed to impart despite repeated efforts over 18 years. And of course, they took him to the bathhouses and circuit parties. Judging by the dilated pupils I’m just now noticing Jack has in this, and probably other videos, they took him to plenty of other parties as well. I stare at these two beautiful Black men, each of them drilling my boy’s cunt, my boy screaming out in absolute perverted ecstasy, and my cock is painfully hard. I’m leaking so much precum it looks like I’m low key pissing. Feeling playful, and wanting to get rentman’s attention, I start helicoptering my dick, dousing him, myself, the bed and everything else in the immediate vicinity. He’s surprised at first, but I picked a good little pig to fuck tonight, and he’s on his knees licking it off his arms and my legs. He’s got that lustful look in his eye that you can only get when you’re high, a look that says ‘I’m using you to use me.’ It’s the kind of look I’ve given plenty of men, and plenty more have given me. It’s a look that makes my painfully erect cock bounce uncontrollably. Rentman sees my dick jerking on it’s own accord, and he actually whimpers. Like a puppy. There is nothing in the universe he wants, needs, more right now than to get pounded long and hard. Not oxygen. Not water. Not food or validation or respect. Just my cock. And more crystal. He crawls over on all fours, mirroring the video playing where Jack is crawling to the second Daddy - Derek - after being bred by Dave. Rentman starts sniffing and licking my cock, my balls, my taint, my hole. But I stop him “Tell me,” I repeat. And he’s puzzled for a second. I can see it click in his head. “Oh, you mean the kid in the video? He was so much fun. Insatiable little cum slut. I met him at a bathhouse called Flex. “ Oh I know Flex. Doesn’t surprise me in the least that my boy would like it there; the first time I went I said “this is my kinda trashy.” “Anyway, I was with a client, this doctor I fuck once a month. Dude flies me out there, loves getting fucked by me. Terrible lay though. Doesn’t know how to bottom and since he’s a doctor you can’t tell him anything. So I’m finishing with the Doctor, and I go outside to smoke a cigarette. I see this cute blond twink sucking a bunch of cocks around the hot tub. I sit and watch the show for a minute, but it gets broken up when the staff comes around - you’re not supposed to fuck in the water, apparently. Well, I swoop in immediately and invite him back to my room. One of the big ones with a big bed.” He takes a long hit off the bong, slowly exhales, blows a couple of smoke rings on my dick. “He laid down on the bed and turned the porn on, and then he looked at my reflection in the mirror - I don’t know why but I found that so hot - and asks me where the party’s at. I didn’t think anything of it, everyone gets high there, so I pulled out my bong and torch, told the kid to help himself. I had smoked plenty with the Doctor. The kid took 3 or 4 big rips and was flying. He got on all fours and started shaking his ass, wiggling it and licking his lips, still keeping eye contact through the reflection in the mirror.” He pauses for another rip off the bong. “I’ve never had someone ask me to eat their ass that way but it was such a fuckin turn on. So I fucked him for an hour or two, and then I had to leave to get to my next client. Gave him a couple of rocks and some G tho so I’m sure he stayed turnt that whole night. Where’d you find this video by the way? I love homemade porn, and I bet a bunch of my clients will as well.” Instead of answering his question, I said “show me.” I can hear the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice when he says “show you what? Mind if I take another hit?” The second question he asks as he’s in the process of taking a hit, he’s reached that point of being spun where he cannot begin to care about anything but his own dick and hole. I love a good rentman. “Show me how you fucked the boy in that video. Pretend I’m him. Fuck me just like you fucked him.” Rentman is amused but also turned on, I can see he’s going to comply. “Well, first thing then you’ll have to take a bunch of rips off the bong.” One, two, three, four major clouds later, I’m shaking with anticipation and the drugs. My heart is racing, my dick is bouncing, my asshole puckering, eager to be opened up by this stud and then fucked senseless. Just like I fuck Jack. Rentman stands up, puts his hand on my chest, and pushes me onto the bed. Wordlessly, he grabs my calves and pulls them up, getting me flat on my back. He sees the precum flowing freely from my cock, and dabs a finger on my dick head, drawing back a long strand he takes in his mouth and hungrily devours. He drops to his knees, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his hot breath in my crack, the scruff of his beard causing a little bit of friction that I find pleasurable, and leaving the musk of my asshole all over his face, which is a major turn on for both of us. And then I feel his tongue slowly licking my asshole. Lapping at it, the way a dog laps up some water. The way I lap at Jack’s hole. This goes on for 10 minutes or so, as he keeps feeding me shotguns, trying to get me as spun as humanly possible. After spitting on my hole one last time, He stands up, and repositions me so that the porn is behind him, “so you can watch” and he gestures to his phone. I make a quick decision. “Hold up a second.” I get up, and go to the bathroom. “Let’s do this right.” I open my toiletries case and pull out two syringes that I had preloaded, .5 each. I don’t party that often, and I slam even less, but after giving a great speech at a very lucrative conference and finding out that my boy is just as much of a meth craved cock whore as I am… Well, I knew this would be one of the nights where I go balls to the wall. I walk back out and rentman is taking more hits off the bong. He looks up, sees the syringes, and licks his lips, subconsciously echoing Jack’s invitation to lick his ass. “Can you admin yourself?” Rentman nods. I hand him the syringe, and he starts prepping his forearm with an alcohol wipe. I do the same. We pull the cap off the points simultaneously, but rentman quickly puts his back on, stands up and grabs his jockstrap, jeans and shirt. For a second I think he’s about to leave, but then he sets the phone down to record. Ah, he’s one of those guys I think to myself, and I decide to follow suit, as it were, putting my clothes back on too. Whenever I stumble across a slamming video, I think its so hot the way the guys take all their clothes off and start playing with their dicks almost immediately, no matter whether they are top bottom or side. Clearly rentman enjoys it too, and is one of the guys who gets dressed just so he can slam and get naked again. Thanks to rentman’s roided out body, his veins are huge and easy to hit. Mine are too, although that’s more from a lifetime of clearing the brush on the 2 acre lot my house sits on. Both of us insert our needles at the same time, his registers just a fraction of a second before mine does. We both push the plunger down, and I’m feeling the rush even before I pull the needle out. “Holy shit,” is all rentman says, as he starts coughing and taking off his clothes. “Fuck yeah” is all I say, through an even stronger cough. The warmth of the rush is almost overwhelming, as I rip my clothing off, literally ripping the shirt I had just put back on. “Come here.” Rentman’s voice has changed, lost all it’s playfulness and charm. Only lust and domination remain. I get on all fours and crawl to him, the same way he crawled to me, the same way Jack’s gonna be crawling to the both of us (I’ve already decided). “On your back. Spread those cheeks apart. Let me see that cunt.” I follow his instructions with enthusiasm. My asshole is puckering uncontrollably, begging for his cock, which is hard as steel and thicker than anything I’ve taken in a long, long time. “You want it like that kid? Well here you go.” He shoves his whole dick up my ass in one sudden thrust, and even though it’s painful, I take it in stride. I even look up at him and, feeling my playful side return, say “is it in?” Rentman gets a wicked smile across his face, right before lightly slapping me across the cheek. “Is it in? You tell me.” He starts thrusting wildly, slamming his dick into me over and over. I notice he’s matched the pace of the video, where Dave is once again fucking Jack. I’m in the same position as my boy is in the video, and I’m loving it almost as much as he is. My cock is rock hard and I start jacking it furiously while rentman continues his unrelenting assault on my ass. “Fuck oh yeah fuck me fuck that cunt give it to me fuck yes oh my god fuck me.” I can’t tell if it’s me saying this, Jack saying it in the video, or if I’m even saying it outloud, I’m that fucked up on the crystal. But except for the first night with Jack, this is the most intense sex I’ve had in years. Maybe because I’m pretending to be Jack. I don’t bottom very often, and Jack hasn’t even mentioned the possibility of me topping him - something I’ve been meaning to ask him because he clearly knows how to top, and from the videos and webcams I’ve watched, he enjoys it. “Yeah you like that big fat dick slamming in you? Dirty meth whore. You should fly us out to LA and we can take turn on that kid. I bet he’d love to get DP’d by the two of us.” Sweat is pouring off his forehead and chest, it feels like rain washing over me, and I’m just as thoroughly sweaty. Both of us are close to cumming. Rentman quickens his pace, I can feel his cock somehow get harder and harder in my hole. My own dick is covered in precum, and I’m jerking it in pace with rentmant’s powerful thrusts. “We don’t need to go to LA. He’s only an hour away,” I say, keeping eye contact with rentman as his orgasm continues to build. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” “Because he’s my son, and you and I are going back to my house to get him high and fuck him senseless.” It’s enough to send rentman over the edge, as he busts a huge nut in my hole, I can feel 10, 12 spurts of his cum hitting inside me. That, in turn, sends me over the edge, and I shoot an equally large load all over his chest, my stomach, my face, a few arcs even hitting the TV, where Jack has just shot his own load all over himself. The two Black daddies in the video are panting just as hard as rentman and me. I point to the screen, ask rentman if he knows either guy - there’s a tiny snippet at the very end where they both show their faces. “Oh shit that’s Derek and Dave. Yeah I know them. They used to be porn actors before starting their own studio. I’ve actually done a couple of scenes for them.” My face breaks out into a smile of unrestrained deviance. “Get them on the phone.”

I played with a hottie a few months back. We each slid the same rod into each others eurethra and sounded back and forth. Was one of the most intense experiences ever

I know I jokingly posted regarding this topic earlier but I thought I would be serious for a second. I'v lived in both Tampa and Saint Petersburg, and about 45 minutes south of here, for over twenty years. I assure you that there are enough tops to go around, for everyone. I see BBRT is mentioned, and I just happened to sign in and look at the "local parties" listed in the Tampa area. There was a guy who already had like 17 people attending his "get together" so to speak, almost all those on the list are either top or top/vers. Now, are these guys online at the moment? No, because it's 10 am and more than likely they are at work. They won't be online at 6pm or 7pm because they might be at the gym, or going out to dinner or meeting up with non-sexual friends. It's the beginning of the weekend, people are deciding who and what they are going to do. In my opinion, it's all about timing. The guys logged onto various sites at the moment will more than likely not be online at midnight. Why? They're in bed! I am a firm believer some guys remain signed in yet they may check their messages when they are making a decision as to who they will hook up with. It's not difficult to find a desirable top, you just need to know when to find them. Timing guys, timing!

That’s great man — are you going to Tampa Men’s Club or where are you finding them?

I look at chasing as me getting pregnant.

Hi all UK based big bear here. Full bearded. 100% bottom. Negative. Not on Prep. Up for being loaded by any tops willing to fuck a big bear hole. I'm under no illusion I'm not everyone's ideal body, but there must be some men that enjoy loading big fat ass! Look forward to seeing you guys soon!

Really HOT story there! Just today I had a young jock secured in my sling begging for my gift after his "Crystal Whiskey" booty-bump. He was in tears begging for it and he got my heavy load deep. With a VL of 350,000 I should be able to bring this young stud into my tribe.