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I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Every time I turned away, such as to check that my new bride was still asleep next to me, I would find myself turning back to gaze at him. What was happening to me? Well, that I knew just fine, having been working hard to suppress many things and live how my father wanted me to, but still, I never usually struggled this much to keep a lid on it. Maybe it was just because he was so bold about everything he was in how he presented himself, looking the way that I secretly wanted to deep inside. Well, dear readers, how did he look? I could do my best to describe it, but a picture says a thousand words: Quite the sight, isn’t he? Perhaps you can see why this closet case’s gaze was always on him as he lounged around on the beach by himself. That body. That chain. The cigarette. Oh, and the tattoos. I knew what they meant, and my stomach was churning as I realised how turned on I was by them. My parents hated tattoos and so did Hannah, so my lean and muscled body remained untouched by the needle despite my desire to get inked. My only act of rebellion against the conservative views of those around me had been to get myself what I thought at the time was a pretty hefty bit of neckwear, something Hannah hated but had learned to live with. However, it was nothing compared to what the current object of my obsession was sporting. Anyway, this is me: The Beach God hadn’t been by himself the whole time, having had a couple of friends with him when he arrived. However, they had soon taken off, albeit heading for the dunes further down which suggested to me that they were getting up to no good. They too had caught my gaze, but with Hannah being awake at that point I had needed to be more discreet. Here they are: Back to the God. So far I had watched him do some yoga or something, then he’d rested for a while, and now he was back on his feet doing some stretches as though he was about to go for a run . It was during one of the moves that we made eye contact, and I hurriedly looked away. However, I once again could not keep from gazing back at him, and I found that he was still looking at me. When we made eye contact again he smiled and gave me a nod, before turning his head to look up towards the trees. He then turned back to me, and just stared at me for a moment. I could not turn away, and it felt like our expressionless staring at one another went on for hours. He then looked down as he fished a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his shorts, lit one, then gave me a brief look again before he turned and started walking uphill off the beach and into the trees. As I watched him go my stomach went into overdrive. That was an invitation. He knew what I wanted deep down, and in just a couple of moves of his head he had said “well then, come and get it”. I was newly married and sat beside my sleeping wife. Yet, and perhaps finally after all these years, my suppressed desires got the better of me. I quietly shuffled myself out from under the umbrella, got to my feet, and followed in the direction he had just gone… (to be continued)

“Who are those guys?” I asked, blowing out a puff of smoke. I had just got up off my knees after cleaning Nick’s cock for a second time, his cum still dripping out of my gaping hole. “The older one is Bill, and Hank is his husband” Nick replied. “How do you know them?” I asked, intrigued by Nick calling the older one “sir”. “I live with them” he said. “We all do.” “We?” “Their kids and grandkids” he replied, smirking. He let out a chortle at what must have been a stunned expression on my face. “Not actual kids” he continued. “Just a collection of guys they have picked up and pozzed, plus one or two more that one of us has gifted.” My stomach just about fell out of me at that point, as the high from the sex was replaced by panic from having taken two poz loads in my beat-up hole. “There’s me, my boyfriend Dane, Zen, Kris, and a few others” Nick said. “But we’re always on the lookout for more housemates.” I coughed out the smoke I had just inhaled, making him chortle again. “I better get back…” I eventually said, once I had calmed myself down. “Of course” he replied, “though you may want to hit the showers first. Tell her a seagull shat on you or something.” “Yeah, er, I will” I said, before taking a final draw of the cigarette and stubbing it out on a tree. “But don’t forget” said Nick, “I’m going to be wanting more of that hole, so start figuring things out.” I nodded, but then heard more crunching as someone walked towards us from behind me. I spun around in a panic thinking it might be Hannah, but was instead greeted by the sight of another stud. “That’s Dane” said Nick, “my boyfriend.” “Holy fuck” I whispered, causing Nick to laugh out loud. “You know, I might make this a joint project with him” said Nick. I mumbled something, entranced by the man approaching us. “Dane!” he called, as the stud got closer. “Just told Bill this one was for me, but what do you say about pairing up?” “Always happy to share” Dane called back. “It’s nice to do things as a couple sometimes.” He got to us, and then stopped to look me up and down. “Nice”’he said, before looking up at me and reaching out his hand. “Dane.” “Joe” I stammered, hesitating before taking his hand for a shake. “Honeymooner” Nick said. “Wife was asleep on the beach.” Dane gave a deep laugh, and then slapped my shoulder. “She may as well just get on a plane home at this point, right?” he said, grinning. They both laughed, but I could not see the funny side of it. “Aw boy” said Nick, “don’t stress about it. Now get yourself to those showers, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” “Er, er, yes sir” I said. I hurriedly put my CKs on, electing to carry my shorts until I had made a dash into the showers to clean off the evidence of my wrongdoings. I then gave each of them a final look before turning and scampering away towards the shower block. I heard them chuckling as I fled. My hole smarted like anything, but I managed to get cleaned off and then stood outside in the sun in my CKs to dry off a bit before I put my shorts back on. I then headed back to where Hannah was, noticing she was still asleep. However, as I tried to get back onto my towel without waking her, she stirred. “Hmmm, what time is it?” she asked, her face fortunately being away from me as I winced while sitting back down. “Er, about two” I said. She groaned, then turned onto her back and sat up. She faced me, and then got a strange expression on her face. “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I dunno” she said, “you just look a little rattled.” “Oh, yeah, er, when I went to go for a swim a seagull shat on me, so I’ve just had to go and shower” I said. “Gross” she replied, screwing up her face. Then she lay back down, and within moments I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep again.

After the guy fucking me had finished unloading his cum inside me, he let his cock go soft inside me. I lifted my head off of S's stomach and looked over at M. The boyfriend of the guy fucking me was still behind him, but standing up. I couldn't quite tell what he was doing, but im pretty sure he had some fingers in M's hole. The look on M's face was a mix of pleasure, pain, and confusion. He looked like he liked it, but he wasnt sure if he should. I stood up and walked over to M. I ran my hand on his back and inspected what was happening. He was getting fingers exploring inside his hole. Just a couple. I asked M if he was ok with this and he looked at me and nodded. I asked him if he wanted more, he just continued to look at me, not saying anything. Again, i think he didn't know if he was supposed to like it, but he did. I looked over at S and the guy who finished fucking me was now standing next to him and causally jerking his cock. He smiled at me, giving me the go ahead to continue with M. I lightly massaged M's back with one hand and put the other on his face to turn his head toward mine. I leaned in and kissed him. We were tonguing eachother, while the guy continued to slowly finger fuck his ass. He would let out soft moans periodically. I think when the guy would insert more fingers. We were making out passionately. M even held my while we were tonguing eachother. I gently removed the guy's hand from M's ass and moved behind M. I wanted to eat his pussy. I bent over behind him and pushed my face into his crack and licked my tongue into his wet hole. I place the guys hand on my hole, inviting him to finger me. I was licking and sucking M and felt the guy's fingers inserting in my hole. He was easily able to get 4 fingers inside me. My hole was open and relaxed after the booty bump and the fucking his boyfriend gave me. I turned to him and asked him to fuck me, then i buried my face back into M's ass. M reached back and pulled my face in deeper to his hole. I felt the guys cock pushing inside me. I found the poppers sotting on the counter in front of M and had him pass them to me. I took a long deep hit again and let the wave of poppers take over my body. I melted into M's ass. I felt at one with the guy fucking me and the ass on my mouth. I was in complete unison with both of them. We were one being. Being fucked in that state is incomparable. There is no better feeling than being so high on M and using poppers. I left my body. I was completely giving myself over to the sexual pleasure of M and this stranger. I only wanted their pleasure. I would squeeze my pussy tight around his cock everytime he would bottom out inside my hole. Synching up to his thrusts. I moaned loud directly into M's ass on my face. Thr vibrations were driving him wild. I took the opportunity to reach between his thick legs and found his cock. I was pulling it down and jerking him im sync with the fuck i was receiving. Using my free hand to pull his ass cheeks apart. I wanted in deeper insidd him as the cock was thrusting deeper and deeper inside of me. I wanted M to imagine what I was experiencing. The pure ecstasy i was having while getting fucked. I felt like M was really loving the experience. He was moaning and cursing. His body was completely limp on the counter, he was arching his back and moaning. The fuck i was getting started to speed up. I felt the cock get more and more rigid inside my ass. He wasnt making much noise, so i know he was focused on cumming. And i wanted his load. I wanted more cum inside me. I pushed my asshole out and let him as deep inside me as he could go. I was moaning wildly. I was telling hiw badly i wanted his cum. Fuck me i was so fucking ready to be loaded again. He had a firm grip on my hips and was pounding me hard. Ruthlessly fucking my pussy. We were in that state of absolute abandon. Nothing else mattered in that moment than me making him cum. I still had M's ass on my face, but all I wanted was for this man to cum in my pussy. I was yelling into M's hole for this man to fill my ass with cum. I was such a slut for cum. He yelled out that he was cumming. He stopped thrusting and left his cock in my used hole. Pulsing his cock inside me. We all knew he was unloading. Fuck. It was all I wanted in that moment. M stood up straight and said, "well damn. Ive never done that before." And we all just chuckled. I was so spent. I was sweating like crazy. I had two strangers loads inside me and the brothers had both filled my mouth with their asses. But i still wanted more. The guys started to collect their stuff. We hung around for a little while longer and talked a bit more, but it was around 4am now and they were going to head home. But I wasnt through, and neither were the brothers, I dont think. I sat on the couch next to S, i was still naked from the waste down, he was still fully naked. I was running my hands along his muscular thigh and stomach, feeling his sexy body, while M said goodbye to the guys at the door. When M came back to the living room and join S and I, he said, "who wants another line?" Showing us the baggy with the last of the MDMA.

I walked off the sand and into the trees, but couldn’t immediately see where the God had gone. I was about to turn back when I saw him step out from behind a tree ahead of me, blowing out a cloud of smoke as he did so. I took a deep breath, and then carried on to where he was. “Hey” he said, giving me a flash of that gorgeous smile. “Hi” I said, my voice shaky. “I’m Nick” he said. “Joe” I replied, feeling like I was maybe about to vomit. “Nice to meet you Joe” he said, reaching out his hand. As I took his and we shook, the giant bracelet on his wrist filled the trees with a clattering sound that turned me on even more. “Who’s the lady?” he asked. “Er, my wife” I replied. “We’re on our honeymoon.” He chuckled. “Is that so?” he said, grinning. “Yet here you are.” “I, er, I…” I stammered. “You’re not the first, believe me” he said. “How long are you here for?” “Two weeks” I replied. “Excellent” he said, grinning and winking at me. He then fished out the packet of cigarettes again and put one in his mouth, before offering me one. I was so nervous I took it, popped it into my mouth and then allowed him to light it for me. I took a deep draw while he lit his own, remembering how much I had enjoyed smoking on nights out until Hannah had put a stop to it. “How long until she wakes up?” Nick asked me. “I don’t know” I said. “We better get to business then” he responded, pulling down his shorts while the cigarette dangled from his lips. As he stood up again I could not help but stare at the giant cock that had just been revealed, complete with a huge Prince Albert. When I finally tore my gaze away and looked back at up at his face, he cocked his head to the side giving me a “well, come on then” look. I took another deep draw of the cigarette, and then nervously undid and pulled down my shorts and the CK trunks underneath. “Bend over against that tree” he said, now sounding quite commanding. My heart was going like the clappers, but I did as he asked. He then crouched down behind me, grabbed hold of my buttcheeks and planted his face in my crack. I nearly shot off just from the first lick he gave of my anus, something I had never experienced before. He rimmed me for a couple of minutes, eventually adding his fingers to the mix. First one, then another, then a third. He only paused to pass me another cigarette when I had finished huffing on the first one, clearly noticing I was using it to quell my nerves. My body seemed to be exploding like fireworks as he opened me up, and the smoke was making me dizzy and a bit euphoric. Rather abruptly, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. “OK, here’s the deal” he said, putting a hand on my back to keep me bent over. “I fuck raw, and I breed. I also never fuck just once, so you will be getting this every day while you’re here. I only stop once a hole has left town or the deed is done. So, last chance: do you want this?” I was too turned on to refuse, so vigorously nodded for him to continue. “Good boy” he said, taking his hand off my back. I heard him rummaging in his shorts, and then he thrust a small bottle and a bandana in front of my face. “Take a couple of sniffs, and then put the bandana in your mouth” he said. I did as he said, getting even more high from the weird smelling bottle. I guessed the bandana was to keep me from screaming the forest down. He pressed his cock against my hole, told me to push out, and then I started to see stars. I had only ever been fucked once during a moment of madness at a rest stop, but now the God’s huge monster cock was stretching me open like I was a complete virgin back there. I could feel the PA scraping along my insides as he slowly but firmly pushed himself into me in one go. Thank goodness for the bandana stuffed in my mouth, as I was trying to scream throughout the whole entry. Once he was inside he did not pause to let me get used to it, but instead slowly withdrew most of the way before pressing back in again. He repeated this a couple of times, and then suddenly started to speed up until he was pounding me like crazy. It hurt like fucking hell, but it also felt amazing. I screamed and groaned into the bandana, holding on to the tree for dear life. Nick eventually sped up his thrusting, and then rammed into me one final time. I felt the cock in me thicken and spurt, and knew he was pumping his seed into me. That set me off, and without touching my dick once, I reached orgasm and came all over the forest floor. He pulled out of me, and I involuntarily dropped to my knees as I felt the cum running out of my hole. Nick repositioned himself in front of me and presented his cock to my face, and I could not help but open my mouth to take it in. There was a metallic taste that seemed like it wasn’t just from the large PA, and I realised then as I came down to earth that it was probably my own blood. While sucking on that enormous cock, the panic began to set in as I finally realised what I had done. An obviously HIV positive man had just fucked and bred me, and he had made me bleed. The crunch of people approaching made me pull back in horror, but Nick put his hand on my head to hold me in place, the smash of his giant bracelet on my scalp rather startling me into submission. “Stay” he commanded. A moment later two older men appeared next to us, and man were they a sight. “Nick” said the older one, “we thought we’d find you here. Your favourite spot.” “Yes sir” said Nick. “Got yourself a new plaything I see” said the other man. “Yes, he’s on his honeymoon” Nick replied, smiling. “Wife’s asleep on the beach.” All three of the men laughed, looking down at me as I knelt in front of them. “So is this a solo project?” asked the first man. “Yes sir” Nick replied, “if that’s OK?” “Of course it is” the man said. “Besides, we’re on our way to help Zen and Kris with a twink they want us to meet. You don’t happen to know where they are?” “The dunes” Nick replied, smirking. “Of course” said the other man. “Their favourite hunting ground.” The three men all laughed again, before the two strangers walked away. Nick then looked down at me and smiled. “Bend over the tree again” he said, “I’m not done.” I should have run. I should have got the hell out of there. I was clearly involved in something much deeper and darker, and I should have fled while I had the chance. But I didn’t…

OK, I no longer seem to be able to add images, and my attempts to insert from or add links to hosting sites have failed. Will just have to be narration from here on… - - - I sat there looking out at the sea, thinking about what I had done and what lay in store for me. I was going to be getting fucked. A lot. If I wasn’t already, I was going to be getting pozzed. Everything I had planned my life was going to be in tatters. I could not stop this. I did not want to stop this. Images of Nick and Dane filled my mind, and my imagination took over as I pictured a house full of tatted studs like the various men I had seen Nick associate with so far. My dick got rock hard again. I don’t know what it was, but something caused me to turn and look back towards the trees. There, standing at the edge of the forest, I saw a man staring at me, smoking a cigarette. I knew he must be one of “the kids” from the way he looked, with the biohazard tattoos, the enormous chain, and the ripped body. Then something in me clicked. I wanted to look like that. I wanted to live like they did. I took one last look down at Hannah, and then stood up again. I grabbed my flip flops, and walked up towards the man. He watched me approach, his face remaining emotionless, and then as I neared he turned and walked into the gloom of the forest. I paused to watch him disappear, and then followed. I eventually caught up to him, as he had stopped to lean against a tree. “Are you Nick’s?” he gruffly asked, to which I just nodded. “So then why are you here now? He wants you solo.” “I know” I said. “But I don’t know how to find him. He said he would let me know when he wanted me.” “And?” he asked, glaring at me. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay.” I opened my eyes and looked at the man, who in turn had a quizzical expression on his face. “So your wife…” “I’ll tell her, and get an annulment” I said. “Please, help me find him.” He gazed at me for a few moments longer, and then reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, offered me one that I accepted, and then lit them both up with his lighter. “OK” he eventually said. “I’ll take you to Nick, but it’s Bill who decides if you get to stay.” “Thank you” I said. The man, whose name I still did not know, pushed himself off the tree and then briskly walked off with me in pursuit. He took a couple of turns at what seemed to be random places in the trees, and then we emerged into a clearing. On the other side of it I could see Dane bouncing up and down on a man who was lying on his back, who I guessed was Nick. “Let’s give them a minute” said the man. “Dane gets cranky if he doesn’t take Nick’s load at least twice a day.” We stood in silence for a moment watching across the clearing at Dane enthusiastically fucking himself on Nick’s cock, before I spoke up. “I’m Joe, by the way” I said. “Anton” he replied. “How long have you…” “Three years” he said. “Bill hired me to do gardening just after I moved here. Hadn’t even been here a month and I was pozzed.” “Jesus” I said. “Yeah, my girlfriend was not happy” Anton continued, smirking a little for the first time. “Oh, you had a girlfriend?” “I’m bi” he replied. “You?” “I think… I think I’m gay” I said, admitting it to myself at the same time as I spoke the words. “Then your wife really isn’t going to be happy” Anton chuckled. Before we could say anymore, a couple of loud shouts from the other side of the clearing told us that Nick was breeding his boyfriend. “You’re up” said Anton, starting to walk over towards them. I quickly followed. “Gents” Anton said, as we reached the couple. “I found someone looking for you.” Dane and Nick both looked up at me, still coupled following their fuck. “Joe” said Nick, “what’s going on?” I waited until Dane had lifted himself up off his boyfriend, cum gushing out of his well used hole. Nick then slowly got himself up off the ground, and then stood in front of me waiting for a response. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I got back to Hannah and just didn’t want to be there anymore. Please, I don’t want to wait.” Nick examined me for a moment, being joined by Dane who put his arm round his boyfriend. “You know, some things can’t be rushed” Nick eventually said. “It may take a while.” “I know” I said. “But once a day isn’t enough.” “Well, OK then” said Nick, smiling. “Knew you’d get here eventually, but didn’t think it would be within the hour!” All four of us set off walking out of the clearing and back into the trees, the destination unknown to me. During the walk, Nick and Dane told me their own story of how they had come to be here. Despite a ten year age difference between them, a hook up had turned into something more, and Dane had eventually moved into Nick’s apartment. They had come here for their second anniversary, which is when they’d agreed to open up their relationship to keep them both satisfied and into it. Bill and Hank had overheard the conversation from a nearby table, and had made their move later that evening. Nick and Dane had accepted their invitation for drinks and a moonlit dip in the men’s pool, and lubricated with the champagne the evening had progressed. Dane eventually joined Hank in the poolhouse, while Nick found his way to the couple’s bedroom. Dane bending over and taking loads was perfectly normal, but Nick was a top so it was more of a surprise when he lay back on the bed and opened his legs for Bill. By the following morning, both Nick and Dane were full of cum, and they stayed that way for the duration of their trip. This was an extended break for them both after Dane had been made redundant and Nick had just finished a very intense project, so there was more than enough time for them both to come down with the flu before they were due to fly home. Once recovered, they happily accepted Bill and Hank’s offer of a different kind of life, and soon moved in to the older couple’s sprawling mansion. They had never looked back. I listened in awe, somehow knowing that I needed some version of this for myself. I had held myself down for too long, and allowed others like Hannah and my parents to hold me down too. Somehow I needed to convince Bill and Hank that I should be allowed to stay, once Nick and Dane had converted me of course. The trees eventually started to thin out a bit, and then we started encountering high-end looking beach bungalows dotted around. I could not see any other people, but there were definite sounds of sex coming from a couple of the buildings as we passed them. “These are the outhouses” Nick said. “We each have one, but Dane and I also have a bedroom in the house.” “Lucky fuckers” said Anton. “Hey, you should be grateful you don’t have to just sleep in the gardening shed” laughed Dane. “Fuck off” growled Anton, although he smirked a little. After passing a few more of the huts, they rounded a corner and the main building appeared. It was huge. “Bill bought Apple stock at the right time” said Nick, sensing my awe. “I think they were already rich from property, but now they’re mega-rich.” “Wow” I said. “Yup, pretty much what we all said the first time” said Dane. “Just wait until you see the pool.” We made our way through an archway in the perimeter wall, and my mouth dropped open. There in front of me was a sight I knew I wanted to see every day. The pool and the loungers around the side were full of men who absolutely fit into the ‘look’ that these men had, but most prominent was a Russian-looking Adonis standing closest to us. How he was standing with so much silver round his neck I do not know, particularly with the huge scorpion pendant on the chain. “Welcome” said Nick. “This is our home. That there is Sergey, the pool boy.” I nodded at Sergey, who nodded back. ”Now” said Nick, “let’s get upstairs and see if we can’t make it your home too.”

When we got back into the kitchen, noone even looked sideways at us. They were talking and hanging out. Laughing and joking around, but the boys were starting to get much closer to M. And i have to say, he wasnt minding the attention. They were asking him if girls like his big ass. Now, M has an incredible ass. His body is literal perfection. He looks like he was cut out of stone. His ass is not only round and muacular, its a fucking shelf. He turned around to show of his ass to the boys. He admitted that girls often ask to touch it and have tried to put fingers in his hole when they're sucking him. But hes never actually let any of them do anything to it, not even his wife. Then the ass eating boyfriend asked if any of them had ever eaten his hole. He said his wife has a couple times, but shes not really into it. She's more into vanilla sex and doesnt really like to get into anything more adventurous. It was the exact answer the boys were hoping for. They asked if he'd be down to let him try. There was an awkward laugh. It was a bit uncomfortable for a second. Then M said, i think id need more shots to do something like that. And almost instantly shots were being poured. We all started laughing again. While this was all happening, i was still standing there in just my shirt, with my ass and cock still out. I was standing close to S and he was discreetly caressing my ass. I arched my back a bit, to give him access to my hole. He would occasionally slip a finger inside me. I would make no noise at all, i didnt want snyone to notice. I just wanted him inside me so bad. We all did another round of shots. M laughed a little uncomfortably, and said, "Ok, we doin' this?" And started undoing his pants. And the next thing i knew, the guy who ate my ass first was right behind M and dropping down to his knees. He wanted to busy his face in M's furry ass. And boy did he ever. M fell forward, and gave out a, "Woah!" And we all laughed. M wasnt laughing. He was moaning. Loudly. S was definitely turned on watching his brother getting his ass eaten, and took the opportunity to put more fingers in my hole. He was really getting them in deep. And was transfixed on his brother. He was fingering me in sync with M's moans. Now i have to admit, there are few things hotter than watching a straight guy moan while having an expert ass eater devour their ass. The moans were getting more and more animalistic. You could tell he was really enjoying the sensations of his hole being tongued and sucked on. His eyes were rolling in his head. When he opened his eyes they were slightly crossed. It was so fucking hot. And knowing his brother was watching and liking it too only made it that much hotter. I looked at S and he was sniling slightly. I asked him if he wanted to try it too. He gave me that same devilish smile from earlier. I moved over to S and pulled his pants down and pushed him over. I buried my face in his ass cheeks. I inhaled deeply and took in his amazing scent. His body was also fucking perfection. His ass wasnt as round as M's, but it was round and muscular too. I tongue fucked him as deep as my tongue could go. I have long tongue strokes, licking like an ice cream cone, then sucking on his hole. I wanted it puffy and swollen, to relax it. Ive never wanted to open an ass with my tongue so badly. S was moaning as loud as his brother. They were both bent over the kitchen counter, facing eachother having two gay dudes feasting on their pussies. It was one of the hottest sexial experiences i have ever taken part in. These straight brothers howling in pleasure while they submit to their forbidden desires. S was arching his back to present his hole to me. Giving me more access to him. Allowing me to get deeper inside him. The boyfriends switched places. M had a second tongue in his hole. Getting bitched out in his brother's kitchen. His head was spinning. His eyes were still crossed. Have you ever been so high on Molly that your eyes are vibrating. When you cant see straight? Thats how high i was. So i can only imagine how high M and S were. The boyfriend not feasting on M's ass moved behind me, while i was pushing my tongue inside S's pussy. He started to finger me, he got on his knees behind me and i fekt him line up his cock to my hole. And then i remembered that they had poppers. So i asked him to bring them. He did, i took a long hit in both nostrils, M watched me as i did. I gestured them to him. He asked what they do, i said you'll lovem them. So he took them from me, and did the same. His eyes went wide and all he could say was, "Wow...oh wow...oh my god...wow..." He started pushing his ass back into the guys face behind him. Rhythmically fucking his ass on the guys face... I felt the cock back on my ass. I took a deep breath and pushed my ass back on the cock. And buried my tongue as deep as i could into S's hole. There was so much moaning and howling. The cock in my ass felt amazing, but i wanted S's cock againg. I wanted to feel him in the depths of my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I turned S's around and took his cock in my mouth while i pushed my ass back on the cock in my ass. I squeezed my hole as tight as i could. I wanted the guy to cum, so i could turn around and fit S's cock back in my hole. I was moaning so loud and throwing my ass back hard. I started begging for this strangers load in my hole. He picked up the pace of his fuck. He was pounding away on my hole. I shoved my face down on S's cock to muffle my moans. I looked up at M, who now had the guy standing behind him. I couldnt tell what they were doing, but i thought the guy was fingering M, and trying to convince him to let him work his cock into M. The guy behind me started breathing and moaning loudly. I could feel his cock stiffening inside my hole. He was building up to unloading inside me. I kept begging. "Please cum inside me. Please fuck me harder." And he did. He fucked one final deep thrust and unloaded inside me. I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my pussy. He collapsed ontop of me. I laud my head against S's stomach and breathed heavily. I wore out the guy behind me, but i wanted more. My hole needed more.

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas weekend. Im back to work and still reeling from what happened a few days ago. For those of you who have read my stories before, you know I've had a rough patch a few years ago. Ive been through a long recovery after about a decade of partying hard and fucking and getting fucked by lots and lots of men. Ive been leading a much healthier life than I had been. I rarely drink and haven't done any drugs of any kind for at least two years, with the exception of a toke of weed every now and then when im not drinking at parties. Well, this holiday season has been kinda crazy. I haven't shared a story in a while, as Ive been trying to keep busy at work and stay on the straight and narrow. And to be honest, i still feel like I'm maintaining good health. Even though, some on my path would say that this last weekend i would have been considered to have fallen off the wagon, so to speak. It didnt start out that way. I got invited to my regular annual gym Christmas party. Nothing out of the ordinary. I am pretty up front with everyone at my gym that I dont party like I used to. And that im trying to live a healthier lifestyle. And thats how it started. As I was getting ready for the party, which would usually just be the core group of crossfitters, we're all pretty close and we all work out together pretty much everyday. The owners of the gym are two brothers, both very sexy. They have their wives and kids, who I know all very well. We've all been to each other's houses for dinner and all different occasions. And the brothers really supported me through my crazy time. Even during me coming out, they both stood by me and helped me through some very volatile times. They're really incredible guys. There are also A LOT of very sexy people that go to the gym. Many guys and girls that are high performing professionals, a couple firefighters, one cop, and a bunch of other finance guys. And ALL of them are in amazing physical condition. (I would definitely recommend to anyone thats looking to get in the best shape of their life, to join a crossfit gym.) But I digress... I was getting ready for the party. I showered, cleaned up, shaved, and douched...just in case i ended up wanting to go out afterward if the party was boring. I showed up to the party. Its held in the gym and its a bunch of familiar people. I arrived about an hour and a half after the start, so that I wouldnt have to have the awkward conversations with some of the people that I maybe didn't know. This way, they would be a little drunk, and I could just sneak in and hang out with my gym buddy crew. By the time I walked in, everyone was already VERY drunk. I didn't expect the party to be as rowdy as it was at this time. It was only 8:30pm. When i walked in, there were a few of my friends that saw me and came running up. Drunkenly telling me how excited they were that I was there and that they weren't sure if I was going to make it. Which, I assured them that I in fact did make it. I was handed two shots and instructed to take them right away, as I needed to catch up. So i quickly did both shots. Tequila, so it wasnt tough to do. But, as Im trying to be on my best behavior, and this kind of an environment can be a little triggering for me. I kept it at that. After a few minutes of chatting and laughing with the group that greeted me at the door. One of the brothers saw me, made his way over and gave me a tight hug. The hug lasted a little longer than it should have, but i didn't mind one bit. He is bigger than me. Im a pretty big guy. Im nearly 6'2" and weigh about 240lbs, but in his arms I feel small. I chalked up the lingering embrace to his being very very drunk. He was slurring a bit telling me that he's glad I came. Then he turned into the party and announce my arrival to everyone. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the centre of a big group of people in the back of the gym. There was a kitchen sink, a fridge, and a long counter that stretched along the back wall. It was a make shift kitchen for the staff at the gym to be able to keep their food cold while they worked and wash their dishes afterward. But tonight, there was a big plate on the counter and people huddled around doing lines of what I would assume to be coke. The first brother who greeted me, we'll call him M, still had me by the arm. He brought me to his brother, we'll call him S to let him know I made it to the party. S, also grabbed me and pulled me in for a very tight hug. He also rubbed my back a little and let his hand slide down toward my ass. He left his hand resting on the top of my ass and lower back while he talked to me, practically resting his forehead on mine. He was so close to my face. He was telling me how glad he was I made it and that it wouldn't be a party if I wasnt there. His hand then slid onto my hips and he pulled me in again, practically grinding his dick into me. (I want to remind everyone that these brothers are both painfully straight. They are both very aware of how gay men want them, but they are always very respectfully rejecting advances. They are both married and both have kids. But their wives only let them out to party with gay guys, because they know that they are safe and not going to do anything that would jeopardize their marriages.) They also both know that I really dont do hard drugs, so when S saw me looking at the pile of coke on thr plate, he grabbed my face and made me look at him directly in the eyes and said, "No! I've got something else for you." He pulled me back out of the crowd and lead me to the bathrooms. The bathrooms were each individual rooms with a sink, toilet, and shower. We went in one and he closed the door and locked it. Then pulled out a little baggy with edible marijuana in it. He gave me one and said, if i wanted more just let him know. Then, the strangest thing happened. He told me to open my mouth. So i did. Then he put the jelly candy in my mouth with his index finger and thumb. Then pushed the candy to the back of my mouth with his index and middle fingers. It was incredibly erotic... out of nowhere. We just stared into eachother eyes while he did it. I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked on them while he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth. My heart was racing. I didnt expect that. And didnt know how to react. He smiled and let out a big laugh. Then leaned in and kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "You're a fucking dirty boy." Then he turned around and left the bathroom. What the fuck just happened?? I stood there, absoultely stunned. S, was so fucking hot. I had always fantasized about him and flirted with him. But he never gave any impression that this would ever happen. I'm friends with his wife. Ive babysat his kid. Im friends with his sister. I swallowed hard and then took a drink from the bathroom sink faucet, then left the bathroom and joined the party.

Once we got to S's place, he grabbed some glasses and poured more shots. M took out thr MDMA and started cutting up more lines for everyone. We all did a cheers and downed the shots. Then M rolled a bill and we each did a line of MDMA. S turned on some music, it was deep house music like what would be playing in an after hours club. It got my heart pumping and i started dancing in place. I couldnt stop my body from moving. Fuck, i was so high and feeling so good. S came up behind me and spanked me, then laughed loud again. I turned around and looked him in the eyes and told him that im really into getting spanked. "Really?" He said in an innocent boyish way. I told him i really loved to be spanked when im getting fucked from behind. And he kinda blushed, followed by that devilish look again. Then he spanked me again. Fuck...i really wanted him to fuvk me. I thought about how ibsaw his cock in the bathroom at the bar. Then I thought about how I also saw Ms fat cock. I closed my eyes and had a vision of the brothers spit roasting me. God damn. I wanted it so bad. I opened my eyes and looked around. I didnt see M, but i introduced myself to the two guys that came with us from the bar. I asked them how they knew S and they said that they just met at the bar. They did some blow with him in the bathroom and he invited them back to his place to keep partying. (i cant remember their names now.) I found out that they were gay and a couple. We talked a little bit more, and they asked if they could do another line of MDMA. I let them know that M had it, and I would go find it. So i went to S's bedroom to find M. I could hear the shower running, the bathroom door was open slightly so I knocked and pushed it open. M was in the shower. I spoke loud enough for him to hear me and asked if we could do another line. He said yes and got out of the shower. His wet naked body was fucking amazing. He was so fucking ripped, his body was perfection. Like an instagram model. I was kinda speechless for a second, and M noticed. He stood up and put his hands on his hips and smiled at me, his fat cock hanging between his legs. He said something like, "what are you looking at?" Or "Do you like what you see?" Or something equally as stupid. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled thr MDMA from the pocket and handed it to me. "Here you go. Go get some lines ready. I'll be right out." And i told him that I dont think I can do anymore because I dont think my nose can take it. He gave me a disappointed look and said that we're just getting started. Then i jokingly told him that before I never put it up my nose. And he laughed and ask if i only used to swallow it. I kind of jokingly told him that i love to swallow, but not MDMA. I usually put it up my ass. He looked very interested and laughed and said, "well...go put some lines out for them, then come back here and we'll put some up your ass." And continued to laugh. I wasnt sure if he was serious or not. But when I went out to the guys in the living room, i put two lines out for them, and they questioned why I only put put two, and I said that I was gonna have M put some in my ass. They gave eachother a look that said, "really?" But in an excited and curious way. I asked them if they wanna watch and they both nodded. I cut up their lines and one for S. They all tool turns doing theirs. And when we were sitting there, M came into the living room. One of the guys spoke up, "I thought you were gonna put a bump up his ass?" M laughed and said, "for sure!" He looked at me and said, "Pull down your pants." I let him know you cant just shove it in. I gotta get loosened up a bit first. And one of the guys said, "i can help you." And he stood up and walked over to me. My heart skipped a beat and I got very excited. I asked him how he wants to do that, he looked at his BF and then back at me. "I'll eat ur ass. Then M can finger it into you." Oh my god. I couldn't believe that was actually happening. I looked at M and he looked a little shocked, but he gave me a little head nod to let me know he was fine with it. So i gave him another nod back and i started to undo my belt, button and zipper and slowly pulled my pants down. I started to shake, i was so overcome with excitement. I folded my pants and put them on the back of the couch. I pulled at my dick to make it look normal. It was so shrunken from all thr MDMA that I had railed througout the night. I felt kinda embarrassed, but that feeling went away quickly. The guy reached out and took my hand. He guided me over to the couch where he and his boyfriend were sitting. I put my knees on the couch and bent over facing the kitchen with my head over the back of the couch. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the tongue on my hole. I looked at his boyfriend who was sitting next to me. And I ask him, "Are you sure you're good with this?" And he nodded at me. Just then his boyfriend burried his face in my hole. I dropped my head and let out a loud moan. When i lifted my head, S was standing right in front of me. He put his hand on my head and bent down and whispered in my ear, "You like that? Does it feel good?" I nodded and gave him an mmmhmmm. "Tell me what it feels like." He continued to whisper. I couldn't get words out. I just continued to moan as the tongue pushed its way into my hole, deeper and deeper. Then a long flat tongue licked away at my hole and it felt so fucking good. "Holy shit." I managed to say. "Fuck...you really do like it dont you." S kept whispering. It was driving me wild feeling the tongue in my pussy and S's moist hot breath in my ear. "Hahaha, damn." I heard M say from the other side of the room. I reached out and put my hand on the boyfriends shoulder sitting next to me. I looked over at him and he was smiling so big. "He's good isnt he?" He said to me. I just moaned again and nodded. The ass eater pulled his tongue out of my ass and replaced it with a finger...then two...as he was also jerking me off. It felt so fucking good. I hadnt done anything like this in so long. I had forgotten how fucking good it felt to be such a slut. The ass eater told M that my hole was prepped now and asked him to come over, which he did. He brought his finger to my mouth and stuck them in. I sucked them and made them wet. I heard him rustle in the bag of MDMA, then he asked if i was ready. "Fuck yeah I am!" "Ok cool," he said..."I cant believe Im doing this." And he laughed loudly again. "No one can ever know about this man." I just looked back at him over my shoulder and nodded. I was so rewdy to feel M push his fingers inside my hole. I wanted it so bad. I was already so fucking high and so fucking horny. I felt his finger press against my wet hole. More pressure on my pussy. i gasped. I could feel the grainy sensation of the MDMA on his finger. "Oh my fucking God." I said in an exhale. M started to massage his finger in and out, in and out of my hole. Then two fingers. Then three. He pushed all the way in. It stopped burning and stopped hurting. Now I just felt a warm whole feeling. It was intense and fucking hot. I grabbed S by the hips while his brother was fingering my hole. I pushed my face into his crotch. He smelled so fucking good. Musky and sweaty from him being at the bar and partying all night.i could feel the outline of his soft cock on my cheeck. It was starting to harden a bit. He put his hands on the back of my head. The boyfriend that was eatinf my ass now pulled my ass cheecks apart to give M more access, while his boyfriend next to me reached between my legs and jerked my cock. I still cant believe what happened there that night. My hole was being worked over by a long time friend while his brother my other long time friend was pushing his soft cock into my face. And two strsngers were helping to facilitate this whole scene...i wanted all their cocks so bad.

Trigger warning: If you somehow didn't realise you are in bug chasing & gift giving story section, then this is the final warning. This story is written in 1st person dual point of view Chapter 1: 7 Feb 2003 Jamie Alec slipped the condom off his hard cock as he lay back on the bed, “Let me catch my breath, I don’t want to cum just yet.” Even though he had not cum, the pouch of the condom was filled with pre-cum. Alec oozes a lot of pre-cum easily - something I found both hot but scary at the same time. Scary because Alec was HIV+. We were boyfriends for more than a year but were unable to have bare sex as we were sero-discordant. “What time did you want to start driving to your parent’s seaside unit tomorrow morning?” I asked. It was going to be my 23rd birthday this weekend and Alec had been planning to take me there to spend the weekend, just the two of us. I met Alec just over a year ago in the winter of 2001 while I was doing my postgraduate studies in a University town in the East Midlands. That winter was my first term break, and I decided to stay at my hostel instead of going back to my folks’ place. During the first term, I focused on my studies and was celibate. The break away from my parents meant a chance to find a hookup. I signed up to a gay dating website and browsed the profiles. Being a small university town, there weren't very many men on the dating site unlike the bigger cities. Stumbling across Alec’s profile, I took a moment to admire his pictures - he was totally my type, 44 with a dad bod, hairy, with a beard, with a balding head that he shaved - a very masculine looking top. I honestly didn’t think I had a chance to catch his interest. In my limited experience, I generally found guys that looked like Alec weren’t interested in slim, twinkish, nerdy looking guys like myself. So I moved on. I wish I had similar tastes to my gay friends and peers. Amongst them, I was the odd one out who found older men attractive. But hey, I like what I like. To my surprise, not long after I viewed his profile, Alec messaged me and we started chatting. It turned out he lived pretty close to where I was. We met and the sex was great. After sex, whilst having a chat, Alec revealed to me that he was HIV+. I remembered feeling quite calm at his revelation. I was more surprised at feeling so calm about the news than learning that he was HIV+. I only had safe sex with hookups and only saved bare sex for a significant other - a boyfriend/partner when we reached a level of trust and commitment, before properly consummating our relationship. However, nothing is always 100% safe and I had always expected that I would be more terrified of accidental infection despite all precautions. I had even surprised myself that even after Alec’s revelation, I was still willing to suck him without a condom. The sensation of rubber against flesh for anal sex was already awful. But the taste of rubber, orally? Vile. It simply cannot compare to sucking on rock hard flesh and drinking in the smell of manhood that isn’t drowned by the smell of rubber. The taste of salty pre-cum filling my taste buds - and with Alec being a leaker of pre-cum, it would have been a shame to miss all of that. It started as a one night stand, then moved on to meeting up every weekend as fuckbuddies. Fuck sessions eventually also became great hangout sessions with each other, and not long after we became exclusive. I never really pry about Alec’s past sexual history. I always had a thing for a very experienced top who had sowed his seeds. The idea that his cock had been to many other boy’s holes before mine turned me on - he must have fucked so many guys bare and got infected I thought. Prying might give way to revealing my dark fantasy which I found highly embarrassing and inappropriate on my part, so I kept it firmly hidden. Alec was my 3rd boyfriend/partner I had. With my first two boyfriends/partners, I remembered how exciting and special it was to be able to completely share our bodies completely with each other after we went to the doctors and tested clean. It was intimate and special - the joining of flesh of two people in love, full skin to skin contact. The memories of the love making with my ex-es only served to highlight how unnatural a piece of latex worn over the dick felt. It was unfair I could experience such a connection with ex-es but not with a current boyfriend. Unfortunately, bare love making would always be a forbidden fruit between Alec and I, yet it didn’t mean I wasn’t frustrated at the situation. Unconsciously, I let out a sigh. “Why the sigh?” Alec asked, “What are you thinking about?” I felt my cheeks turning hot. “It’s nothing,” I said. Alec’s lips formed a mischievous smile, “When you say ‘nothing’ and your face is as red as a beetroot, it usually means you have some naughty thought that you are too shy to share. Spill it, let me enjoy it too.” I made an inward sigh. Alec would badger me to tell him what I was thinking, so I confessed, “I was just feeling frustrated that circumstances prevent us from having bare sex, ok? I just like the idea of being so physically close to you that we are joined together but we can’t.” Alec’s features softened, though his eyes seemed to smoulder at the same time. “I know what you mean. It’s a crap situation.” A moment of silence passed before the playful spark appeared in Alec’s eyes. “I have an idea - have you ever tried frottage? — Ok, that blank look on your face has given me my answer. Why don’t you lie face down? And don’t worry, I am not going to fuck you, the angle would be all wrong, don’t worry.” It was definitely a term I had never come across. I had absolutely no clue what Alec was talking about. Letting him take charge (which I rather like), he positioned me on the bed face down. Unconsciously, I arched my arse upwards in anticipation as if to invite Alec to fuck. “Nope, don’t raise your arse up. Don’t tempt me, just lie flat. We’re not going to fuck. I’ll keep you safe,” Alec said. Just as I complied, I felt a generous amount of cold lube being rubbed between the crack of my arse cheeks and my upper thighs. I stifled a gasp as the edges of his palm rubbed over my taint, before travelling in between my legs. “Feels nice, doesn’t it? My hands rubbing between your crack?,” I could ‘hear’ the grin in his tone, “Now you stay lying flat and I want you to keep your legs shut as tightly as possible. I’ll let you feel something nicer than my hands down your crack.” I felt Alec positioned himself above me as if getting ready to fuck me. I trust that he wasn’t going to fuck me, yet a thrill of anticipation washed through me. Both his hands pressed down against the bed, he was a little to far towards the bed head to be able to fuck me. His beefy hairy legs squeezed my slimmer smooth legs to make sure they are pressed tightly against each other. Instead of the side of his palm running against my crack, I felt his hard knob run from the top of my tailbone, right down between cheeks, then glancing past the entrance of my passage, before it reached the bottom of my crack and his cock slid in-between my smooth legs. Even though I could feel the angle of the cock was not right for penetrating, that brief glancing touch of his glans against my pucker caused me to gasp. Despite being unable to see Alec’s face, I knew he had a wicked grin on his face. He repeated the motion of thrusting hard just above the top of arse cheeks, letting his cock glide hard between the cleft of my butt, quickly running over my hole and between my legs. Even though his cock did not enter my passage, the force of his cock still sent shockwaves to my prostate. For brief fleeting moments, the helmet of his cock was tantalisingly close to my hole before it moved away in between my pressed thighs. It dawned on me that this was the closest his piss slit ever got to my opening. I felt a momentarily uneasy - would the dangerous pre-cum oozing out of Alec’s piss hole be smeared all over my entrance? It should be safe, I reasoned to myself, the thrill of the situation and being closer to Alec overwriting any concerns, and my unease subsided and was quickly eclipsed by the thrill of how close we were to do something we shouldn’t. Alec’s rod, a tool for both pleasure and danger, so close to my passage. “Imagine if I was actually really fucking you like this with my bare cock. We get too horny and throw caution into the wind, fuck raw skin to skin like two boyfriends should. As I get close to cumming, I ask you where you want me to cum and you ask me to cum in you,” Alec said, panting. I froze in shock, arousal and unease at Alec’s fantasy. To be precise, I was shocked at how intense I found the idea arousing, but there was an underlying unease. “It is just a fantasy, Jamie. I’ll keep you safe like I always have, I promise,” Alec said soothingly and my unease faded as I got into the fantasy. Had it been anyone else who shared that fantasy, I would have been utterly scandalised and put a stop to it. There was no way I would even confess to finding that idea titillating. I once read an article about these people called ‘bug-chasers’. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could have such ridiculous notions. However, at this moment, it wasn’t some random stranger’s bug. It was Alec’s. His load was dangerous and toxic, yet I could suddenly hear its seductive promise of the most intimate of bonds with my boyfriend. I wondered at that moment if I had gained some insight about what those bug-chasers meant when they talked about a bond and a brotherhood. A bond with Alec - it was heady and intoxicating. I found myself immediately deeply embarrassed by how I found this [banned word] fantasy so arousing. I managed to find my voice and tentatively joined in with the fantasy,, “That’s so wicked, Alec… A poz boyfriend pozzing his neg boyfriend, making him his forever.” “That idea turns you on too, Jamie? We throw caution to the wind and give ourselves completely to each other to pleasure each other? At the end of it, I deliver my poz cum in you? Knock you up with my viral load? You’ll always be mine,” The idea was primal and animalistic, and spoke to a base and basic instinct that I never knew I had. The love making between 2 negative guys could never form this biological connection that Alec could with me. Suddenly, the bare love making I had shared with my previous 2 exes felt lacking comparison with what Alec’s dirty seed could offer. They left no permanent mark on me. I wanted to voice this out to Alec to feed into his fantasy but I struggled to voice out the [banned word] ideas. The ideas made me so horny that I felt my orgasm building, “I’m going cum.” “Me too,” Alec responded as he thrusted. Years of safe sex indoctrination kicked in and I reflexively reminded Alec, “Please don’t cum on my hole.” But as I said it, the idea of Alec searing hot cum splashed all over my hole and being dangerously close to dripping into my entrance tipped me over the edge and I came. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t,” Alec panted as he gave a few more hard thrusts, before pushing his cock completely between my legs and came. I felt his warm dangerous cum wetting my inner thighs and the bed. “Enjoyed that?” “Yea,” I replied breathlessly, “it is as close as we can pretend to fucking bare.” To my surprise, the disappointment in being unable to fuck bare weighed heavily.

This was about two weeks ago A guy answered an ad I had on double list He wanted to fuck me but insisted on a condom I told him go ahead and come over. When he arrived he had the biggest dick I have ever seen. Beer can thick and 8 “ He tried to put on the condom he had but would not fit. He asked if he could go bare and of course I said sure He fucked me for about 5 min and really opened me up. He then shot a huge load in my ass. Cum leaked out for an hour but it was great

Chapt 4 Alec The beast within me felt immense satisfaction at finally claiming our young mate. I experienced one of the most intense orgasms in my life as I delivered a huge load deep inside Jamie. I felt Jamie’s hot spunk on our bellies, glueing us together. I loved the spontaneity of fucking Jamie raw without a proper discussion of risks and consequences - both of us losing control together, the exhilarating thrill of moving step by step to raw fucking as boundaries were pushed and broken in an irresponsible manner. I also loved how Jamie asked me to cum outside of him, yet he clung onto me tightly with his pleading eyes simultaneously begging to be taken and for me to pull out. All the wicked fantasies we shared about me taking him without his consent finally came into fruition. As my orgasm died out and lucidity returned, I felt a growing guilt. It wasn’t like sowing my seeds on some random fuck who didn’t care to take care of himself. I had long rationalised if it wasn’t me pozzing said random fuck, it would eventually be someone else. But Jaime had a place in my heart unlike said random fuck. My hypocrisy was not lost on me that the last couple of days, I pushed Jamie’s boundaries with lustful delight. Chris, my best friend, would probably be rolling on the floor laughing at my sudden acquisition of a conscience. Our running gag was if gay men live by the ‘sword’, then we die by the ‘sword’. Jamie seemed to have returned to his senses as well. We looked at each silently, both breathing deeply, still joined by my semi-hard cock. “Are you ok, Jamie?” I asked gently. “Yea I am. And you?” Jamie responded, sounding a bit distant. A sign he was deep in thought. I withdrew from Jamie, letting him sit up beside me. “I am good - it was amazing. It was more than I hoped for. But I am sorry, Jamie - we should have discussed this properly. I know we talked about fantasies about me taking you without your consent, but without actually a proper discussion about boundaries, I should have pulled out,” I took a deep breath and continued, “But we can still protect you. They have medication for medical staff for situations where they are accidentally exposed to HIV. So long as the medication is taken within 72 hours of exposure, it should be able to prevent infection. We can go to the hospital and get them to prescribe you some.” It felt strange that the consequences of an act so intimate between my lover and I could be severed by some medication. As if the slate could just be wiped clean. We will have to go back to condoms too. My inner beast howled in protest after claiming our mate. I reminded myself that getting Jamie poz only benefited my sick perverted mind. “Oh,” I could see the cogs turning in Jaime’s head as he considered the information. “So what you are saying is that for the next 72 hours, we can fuck raw to our hearts content and I can go to the hospital to get the exposure medication and I wouldn’t be infected?” I almost burst out in laughter. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting him to say. Though 72 hours of ravishing my boyfriend did have a great appeal. Instead, I put on my responsible hat and stripped off sexually evocative poz words, “72 hours is a guideline. You need to get the treatment as soon as possible for the best results. The longer you take to go on medication or the greater the exposure level, sero-convertion can still happen even if the post exposure medication is taken. You shouldn’t have to pay for me losing control and being highly irresponsible. As you know Jamie, I am not on meds, so my viral load, while stable, is high so I may be more infectious than what is typically expected and therefore the exposure would be greater which may yield poorer results from the meds.” “Oh,” Jamie said and paused, mulling over the information some more. “Does this mean I should push out your cum to reduce as much cum in me as possible, therefore reduce exposure?” I couldn’t fault Jamie’s logic. However, it would be such a waste to push out all that cum immediately. It had been a long time since I had the opportunity to eat cum out of an ass since moving out of London, a few more moments of my toxic cum in Jamie should be alright, shouldn’t it? “Wait Jamie, sit on my face for a bit, I want to eat out your hole - It may be my only chance of ever doing this with my cum in your hole. Sit on my face.” An amused grin blossomed on Jamie’s face. I lay back on the bed and Jamie straddled my face. “I got a perfect view of your hole - it looks so red and it smells of cum and sex,” I growled before munching on his hole, drinking in the taste and smell close up. My tongue pushed easily into his already stretched hole. I pulled back, watching his hole twitch as pearly white cum leaked and flowed out on his puffy pink entrance. I watched with a morbid fascination wondering if there was enough broken skin on his pink entrance for my virus to seep in before I lapped up my cum, “Love tasting my cum mixed with your hole juices as it drips out of your hole, tasting our fuck.” “That’s so bad…” Jamie moaned, “I want to taste our fuck too.” Jamie suddenly leaned down and tentatively put my rock hard cock in his mouth and sucked my cock. Tentativeness grew to eagerness as he sucked up and down my rod. Jamie, feasting our sex juices on my cock, while I feasted on our sex juices from his hole. “Kiss me, Jamie. Let’s share what we are tasting with each other.” Jamie released my cock and repositioned himself, he straddled me on my waist, my long thick shaft rested in between his crack as he leaned down and kissed me. We dove our tongues into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of our bodies with each other. Jamie rocked his hips, the cleft of his butt rubbed against my cock. We were lost in our kiss for a long time. When we finally took a moment to catch our breath, Jamie had a sombre look on his face and said, “And for the record, Alec, it was ‘we’ lost control. Not ‘you’ lost control. It was what made it so… intoxicating. ‘Us’ doing what we should not be doing together. Like we both lost our minds together step by step together, but somehow stayed in sync, remaining one mind - connected even in our madness. I don’t even think I make sense. If it was just one of us losing self control, it wouldn’t be the same because we are not of the same mind.” Jamie’s insight took me by surprise. He wasn’t wrong. “Thanks Jamie, I appreciate that.” Jamie remained silent for a bit as if mulling some more before his cheeks turned a little pink again and his cock throbbed. “What dirty thought crossed your mind, Jamie?” I grinned. “You know how you said earlier that your viral load has been high but stable, it just made me think that your cum is even more potent and dangerous than I thought. It was just a strange way to think of cum with those descriptions,” he responded softly. I found my cock throbbing between his arse cheeks. Jamie flashed a grin, “Wow, a barest hint of poz talk and your cock is throbbing. You’re really bad, Alec - for all your talk about asking me to go to the hospital to get meds, deep down you really like the idea of pozzing your younger boyfriend.” “Unfortunately, all this time you’ve been going out with a sick, perverted man, who gets off on doing things that he shouldn’t. I just kept it hidden from you all this time to keep you around. But I lost control last night, and now you know,” I replied with a grin, half joking, but also realising there was more truth in my statement than I cared to admit. “Is that so?” Jamie asked with an impish smile as if discovering a secret. Grabbing my cock underneath him, he positioned my knob at his entrance and gently rubbed them against each other. My knob, raw from the friction burns of our fucking, felt sore and tender against Jamie’s entrace. “We shouldn’t have let your knob and my hole teased each other last night. It all started with this,” he whispered teasingly. I growled with lust, my self control slipping, “You’re playing with fire, Jamie…” “I should have straddled you like you suggested earlier when you were teasing me with your cockhead. So that I would have been in control and you couldn’t slip into me,” he teased further. I smirked at his unintended challenge, “Sweet, naive Jamie. You must have only been with inexperienced tops before.” In a quick smooth practised motion, I grabbed his arse, pulled cheeks apart, tilt his hips into the right angle and buck my hips upwards in a single thrust. I felt a brief moment of resistance when my knob met his hole, before resistance gave way and my cock penetrated into his warm flesh, still well lubricated with my dirty seed. My cock stang from being chafed from our fuck, his warm flesh heightening the burn as it made my cock harder. I gave him a smug evil grin and boasted, “I could have easily entered you this way too.” Jamie moaned in pleasure but did not make any move to jump off my cock, which delighted me. I loved feeding from his pleasure and his desire for my cock. It was heightened even more by the idea that it was something we ‘shouldn’t’ be doing. Jamie leaned, resting his head on my shoulders, our chest pressing against each other and mouth beside my ear and he whispered huskily, “You said that you shouldn’t be fucking me raw anymore, or your potent virus might be too much for the meds.” As he said that, he began to slowly move himself up and down on my cock. “Don’t move,” I told Jamie, “let me fuck you instead.” Jamie stilled himself as I bucked my hips, my both hands pulling his cheeks apart as much as possible for full access. The beast within me taking control.. It wants to breed our mate again. “Yea, I shouldn’t be fucking you raw. But I’m not a good person, Jamie. I tell myself that I should keep you safe as your boyfriend, but what I really want is to be the man who knocks you up. Mark you as mine. You’ll always have a part of me in you. What kind of sick boyfriend has these kinds of thoughts and acts on them? Especially on his younger boyfriend just at the start of his life” Jamie groaned and clutched onto me, “It is so perverted, but I love hearing that you want to do these wicked things to me, to be tied to you forever.” “On your back, Jamie. I know you like me on top and properly in control. Going to give you another good fucking.” Jamie got up and moved across the bed as I sat up, I had a good look at my fucktool. Frothy white cummy foam coated my rod, my crotch damp with some of the cum that backflowed out due to churning my own cum. As Jamie lay on his back, he caught sight of my cock and sucked in air in a hiss, “That looks so hot -I’ve never seen a cock so cummy before, it looks so slutty.” I knew a devilish grin was plastered on my face as I got in between Jamie’s legs, flaunting my hard wet tool, wet with my own cum. “None of your neg ex-boyfriends ever fucked on their own cum? Probably because they are just firing blanks. Whereas your poz boyfriend has his toxic load that he wants to massage into your passage and your blood stream,” I said, simultaneously slamming myself into Jamie and fucking him, “Massaging my cum in you with my cock.” Jamie lay back giving himself completely to me. His submissive manner looked completely wanton in my sex craze haze. Lewd sounds of flesh slapping flesh reverberated in the room as we clung onto each other. “So hot, losing control together and giving into our desire for each other,” Jamie murmured feverishly I felt my cum building up. Jamie still had not verbalised that he wanted my cum. I needed to know that he wanted all of me - my dirty toxic cum, my virus. “Where do you want me to cum, Jamie?” I asked Jamie, our eyes fastened. Jamie hesitated for a moment, which almost caused my heart to sink before he said, “Cum in me Alec, make me yours forever.” It was like a dam burst as my orgasm exploded as I gave my boyfriend my second toxic load in him, delivered deep into his guts. I felt Jamie cum within seconds after I came. I lay on our backs panting, holding each other’s hands and catching our breath for a few minutes. “Last chance, Jamie. We go to the hospital now, or I’m keeping you in this unit for the next 72 hours and keep pumping load after load of my potent viral cum into you.” There was not a little dread that Jamie would choose to go to the hospital. It would be the right decision. The sensible one. A part of me was not ready to lose what we have just discovered together as boyfriends and lovers. Jamie cuddled up to me, our sweaty sticky skin plastering on each other. “I don’t know if I can lose what we had just shared,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “I never felt so close to anyone, so connected and bonded.” We did not leave the unit for the next 72 hours. 2 months later I heard the door open as Jamie came back. I popped my head out of the kitchen and asked, “So, what were the results?” “It came back positive,” Jamie confirmed. “Are you feeling ok?” While the results are not unexpected, sometimes reality can hit harder than fantasy.. “Unlike other newly poz guys, I have you,” Jamie hugged me and I held him. “So what did you and the doctor talk about?” “Oh, she said I was taking it all very calmly. I said I knew who poz-ed me. She asked if we were having protected sex now…. I said no. Then she said that even though I am poz and got it from you, we need to use protection because the virus mutates separately in our bodies. Unprotected sex may mean we get re-infected by a new mutated strain from even each other… and we may end up harming each other. She said, I quote, ‘You don’t want to harm your boyfriend or your boyfriend harm you, do you?’” My cock stirred in my pants, tenting. Jamie eyed my hardon with a salacious grin. In a mischievous tone, he said, “The doctor made it sound so serious and dangerous, Alec. Maybe we need to discuss having safe sex.” I pinned Jamie against the wall, pressing our hardons against each other. Over the last two months, Jamie had really gotten into poz talk and play with me. I huskily said, “We are never fucking with a condom, Jamie.” “But I’ll be such an irresponsible boyfriend, re-infecting my boyfriend over and over again with my strain, never knowing when it might mutate,” Jamie teased, working me up with all the right buttons. I growled, “We are never fucking with a condom. We will keep swapping our juices and recharging each other with our strains… fuck if they mutate.” “People are going to say we are so irresponsible and have such an unhealthy relationship… We risk harming each other while we make love.” “That’s why it is perfect and right for the two of us,” I said, kissing Jamie to shut him up.

Chapter 3 Jamie The next morning, I woke up to find Alec had left the unit, leaving a note saying he was off to the shops. This left me with some time to stew in my own thoughts as I jumped into the shower. I had always associated bare sex as something special intimate bond shared between boyfriends/partners/lovers. Being unable to share this most intimate bond with Alec was frustrating - but a relationship wasn’t all about bare sex right? But last night feeling Alec’s tip taking a dip into my hole, my mind was fixated on how pleasurable it felt and we were a few inches from a full fuck. I hate the feel of latex pressing against my hole. It was a necessary evil, but at that moment, life felt terribly unfair about Alec and I being sero-discordant. A whisper bubbled up from my subconscious: ‘You could just become sero-concordant with Alec. Alec can help you with that, with his seed. Impregnate you with his virus. You’ll become his completely, carrying his ‘babies’.’ ‘Ridiculous’ - my rational mind tried to slap my subconscious back into the ether. “What you are hoping for was Alec to just fuck you last night even though you were protesting,” my insidious subconscious whispered back to my rational mind, “Alec, your virile alpha inseminating you with his virus, joining you with him biologically forever.” This was confusing, I never had rape fantasies - and rape fantasies still did nothing for me - I was pretty certain. It was specifically Alec, my boyfriend, taking me completely regardless of my lack of consent that turned me on. ‘Ridiculous - that is the very definition of who shouldn’t be your boyfriend,’ my rational mind screamed. Yet, in that moment, I had also gained insight that it was the perversion of Alec being the loving boyfriend to that of a debauched, pleasure seeking alpha that had no regard for anything but his own sexual pleasure that turned me on. The crazy mix of simultaneously yearning for tenderness and darkness from Alec. “What you want, Jamie is a sick perverted tart with a heart,” I blurted out loud to myself. Drying myself after my shower, I lay on the bed, slowly stroking my cock as my mind played back the events of the night before: The tip of Alec’s cock breaching my hole. My pucker clasped desperately onto Alec’s knob. We both froze as we knew we shouldn’t be doing this. My eyes were locked to our naked forms in the mirror. Neither of us made any attempts to disengage the connection. I was lost in bliss up until I felt and saw Alec repositioned himself to get the fucking angle right. In a moment of panic, I begged him not to fuck me. In my fantasy, Alec did not take heed of my feeble protests. Instead, he kicked my slim smooth legs apart with his beefy hairy thighs to get better access to my hole. He then moved to press his hands down on the back of my hands, pinning my hands down with our fingers entangled. Through the mirror, my boyfriend had a hard sinister slutty look on his face as he pressed my body down with his, engulfing my body and my senses with his hairy beefy body. There would have been no way for me to struggle free. He would then slowly and deliberately thrust forward, sliding his thick shaft down my chute despite my protests. Joining us, filling me completely. He would then pull himself out of me completely, and then in one smooth stroke after another, plunge into me again and again. I would feel a rising panic and yearning for his seed as his cock gets harder and harder, inching closer to ejaculation. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t push him off me. I kept protesting, but his thrusts simply became harder and faster. I keep begging him to let me go, but he does not listen. “I’m going to make you properly mine, Jamie,” Alec would whisper sinisterly in my ear, disregarding my protests. “None of your ex-boyfriends were able to mark you the way I can. You’ll be impregnated by my toxic seed. I would always be the one who infected you. After tonight, we will always be fucking bare.” The opening of the front door of the unit broke me from my fantasy. My cock was achingly hard and pre-cum was leaking from my glans. I heard Alec making his way through the living room and opened the bedroom door. He was greeted with the sight of me lying in bed with my cock up on full mast. He took a moment to take in my nakedness, his eyes running up and down my body in a way that made me feel so sexy and desired, even though I never considered myself sexy. He then eyed my aching cock and teased, “Well someone’s horny.” I caught sight of the new box of condoms that he just placed on the bedside table. I felt annoyed and relieved at the same time. Annoyed that Alec appeared to have every intention to play safe. Relieved that Alec appeared to have every intention to play safe too. As Alec moved forward to put my cock in his mouth, I said, “Wait, get your clothes off too. I love you naked.” Alec discarded his clothes quickly and efficiently. I drank in the sight of my man’s nakedness. My peers preferred guys their age, or guys who were well-muscled with a low body fat. While I could appreciate those male forms, Alec’s body type was what really got my juices going - A dad’s bod. Beneath the softness of flesh, you can see the traces of hard muscle hidden underneath. A bit of a belly and a layer of fur covering his body. “I love the way you look at me. The way your eyes can’t seem to get enough of looking at me naked. Makes me feel sexy,” Alec said huskily as he took my cock into his mouth, slowly sucking me and watching the pleasure wash over my face. “What were you wanking off to when I got back?” There was a pause as I debated if I should share the entirety of my fantasies. There was shame, embarrassment and confusion as to how I felt towards my fantasies. I decided to share part of it - minus being taken by Alec by force bits, “I was thinking about your knob teasing my hole yesterday.” “I couldn’t stop thinking about that all morning, too. I had a rock hard cock driving to the shops and back. Had to take a moment to get my cock down before I ran into the shop for condoms. I’m glad it had the same effect on you too,,” Alec chuckled. I internally battled with my desires and my fears. I would love to feel just the tip of Alec’s cock prodding against my entrance again. It should be safe, shouldn’t it? We wouldn’t really fucking. I blurted out, “Would you like to tease my hole with your cock again? But this time face to face?” Alec’s eyes seemed to turn dark, as if a caged animal threatening to break free took brief possession of him. I felt a tinge of trepidation, vulnerability and arousal. Would the animal in him finally break free and take me? “You want to feel my knob pressed against your hole again?” Alec asked in a deep husky voice. I nodded. He moved to lay on the bed on his back, his girthy rock hard cock on full display. “Sit on my face, I’m going to eat your hole, and I want you to suck my cock. We’ll get my cock and your hole nice and wet.” “Shouldn’t we use lube? To make sure there are no torn skin due to friction as spit dries quicker?” “If we use lube, it would be so well lubricated that more than the tip of my cock might slip in. Spit drying up quicker makes it harder for me to slip in,” Alec said, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world, pulling my arse over his mouth before his tongue began working my hole. The pleasure of his wet flesh generated even greater anticipation for his knob. His trim beard sanded against my smooth arse crack. I put his rock hard cock into my mouth, the girth stretching mouth open, and sucked and slobbered all over his rod. We mutually serviced each other: Alec alternated between spitting copious amounts of spit and working it in as deep as he could with his tongue. Me eagerly worked on Alec’s steel bar member, as I let spit flow freely onto this shaft. I wondered if both of us were silently lubricating more than necessary for the tip. This added to the anticipation - would Alec cross the line? No, would we cross the line? “I think we’re ready. I can lie here and you can be in control by climbing on top of me and teasing my knob with your hole,” Alec said. That would be the sensible thing to do. But I liked Alec being in control… and the thought of Alec losing self-control and taking me anyway… No, Alec is right, I should be in control. Just as I was about to agree with Alec, Alec misread my hesitation and spoke, “Ah, that expression on your face. I think my sweet Jamie likes me in control. Alright you get on your back.” Pleased with the turn of events, I chose not to correct Alec and did as I was told, and lay back on the bed, and lifted my legs up. Alec smoothly moved to help support my legs and placed them on his shoulders. His eyes, smouldering with the lust. My exposed taint felt vulnerable, yet it thrilled me feeling so vulnerable to Alec. “You really like to test my self-control don’t you Jamie,” Alec growled. His eyes had a wicked glint as his knob made light contact with my entrance. Once again, we are so tantalisingly close to a proper consummation as boyfriends. A smug grin blossomed on his face when I gasped at the naked contact of our sex. There was anticipation in the air. He gyrated slowly, his knob rubbing against my crack that was a little tender from the sanding of his beard, as we feasted on each other’s expressions. “That’s what my boy wanted - my cock teasing his hole,” Alec said playfully. “Kiss me,” I begged, reaching my arms up around his neck. We kissed, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Then I felt a bit of pressure at my entrance, and the muscles of my anus were pushed apart as the helmet of his cock breached the entrance. We gasped into each other’s mouth, not breaking from our kiss. “Just the tip dipping into my neg boy Just a little taste of my boy and it is so good.. So glad you want this too, Jamie,” Alec whispered into my mouth. “Oh Alec, your knob feels so good, I love it, it is closest to proper fucking,” I could only moan in response. I wanted more than a dip. I want to feel the full length of Alec’s bare shaft sliding in and caressing the walls of my ass. Alec broke our kiss but kept us joined at the tip. He lewdly gathered a big glob of spit in his mouth and let it dribble down onto his cock. His slimy spit hit squarely at the connection between his cock and the rim of my anus - a perfect aim. Distantly I wondered how many times he had done this before to have such a good aim. Did he often fucked other guys bare with spit before we met? We had never really discussed much about our sex lives before we met. My mind conjured images of his cock fucking one boy after another bare and I was getting more turned on by the idea. A pity I never had the opportunity to watch Alec fuck one of his previous boys in the past before we became exclusive. My eyes drifted to our reflection in the mirror and I imagined I was watching Alec fuck one of those boys in the past instead of me lying beneath him. “What were you thinking there that caused your cock to twitch?” Alec asked and I felt my face turning red. Even though it was all in my mind, I felt caught out and I felt embarrassment flushed my cheeks, I didn’t particularly want to share it with him. He might laugh or find it ridiculous or think I was a dirty minded slut. “Hey, don’t need to be embarrassed about it. You can share with me. Whatever it is, you obviously like it. You wouldn’t know if I like it if you didn’t share.” “I was thinking that you must be very experienced at dripping spit on your cock to have such a good aim,” I said in a mock-accusatory tone, telling only part of what I was fantasising and trying to turn the tables. Alec’s eyes twinkled as if seeing through my intent. With slow deliberation, he dribbled down a second glob of saliva. I watched with fascination as the viscous liquid left a line that trailed from his mouth down, before the line of spit connecting to his mouth breaking and I felt it hit my entrance - another perfect aim. “Well, I am very experienced at dripping spit down onto my cock, and you never asked before,” Alec teased, “There was more than just that, Jamie. You were staring at the mirror there for a moment. Come, share with me.” I wanted to bury my face in the sand. I quickly blurted to get it all out in one go, “I was imagining what it would have been like to watch you fuck one of the boys in your pastbefore you met me.” Alec’s brows quirked up in amusement, “Why the past? If you fancy, we could invite another lad to join us and you can watch it live in the present.” I felt Alec’s cock throbbed as he said that. He liked the idea of giving me a live sex show. I froze - a threesome wasn’t something I had considered before. Our relationship had been exclusive all this time. The idea didn’t sound terrible, somewhat intriguing, but I had been comfortable with being exclusive with Alec. Images of watching Alec fuck someone live in front of me went through my mind, it would 3-dimensional live porn of my boyfriend which was rather horny. “You like the idea of watching your boyfriend to fuck another boy in front of you?” Alec grinned, his fist wrapping round my cock, “We can talk about this another time. Right now, I’m enjoying my knob being pleasured by my boyfriend,” he punctuated it with a thrust that was far more eager than his earlier shallow thrusts. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. It felt like a quarter of his cock is now buried in me - the most my hole ever had of his bare member. “Whoops, thrust too hard,” Alec said, surprised and apologetic, withdrawing his cock almost immediately. His expression was quickly replaced with a wicked glint when he observed my response. “Gotta be careful,” he said smoothly before sinking just the tip of his rod back in and working the bud of my hole. My hole felt the absence of Alec’s cock and I nearly begged for Alec to sink his cock all the way in. No, no, we’re too responsible for that. We shouldn’t cross the line. Yet, the forbidden fruit always seemed sweeter. He dribbled even more spit and continued his shallow thrusting. I revelled in pleasure of his cock stretching my ring as it entered and feeling all hungry as it left. Then suddenly without warning, he made another hard thrust, pushing a quarter of his tool in again before withdrawing and repeating the shallow thrusts. His eyes lit up in response to me gasping in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Whoops, sorry - too eager again,” he said in a husky tone. There was no apology in his eyes or in his tone of voice. We both knew that deeper thrust was deliberate. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he was pushing the boundaries. Distantly, I was aware that I should be outraged that he was pushing the boundaries without discussion. Instead, I discovered that I was turned on by him pushing the boundaries without a proper discussion. I wanted to remind him to only fuck with the tip, but I could not verbalise as deep down I knew I did not want him to stop. My mind was too focused on the pleasure sensory overload of my opening being worked on by his knob again and again, being so close to Alec. Just as I mustered the concentration to say something, he thrusted in again, overloading my senses and I lost my voice and cried out instead, giving in, and joining him in this madness. He repeated the process of several shallow thrusts with a deeper thrust, then reverting back to shallow thrusts. The deeper thrusts gradually felt like half his cock was now in me when he did a deeper thrust. The senses felt so heightened and I was aware that Alec’s cock was gliding more and more smoothly in my hole, as if my hole had gotten more and more lube. It dawned on me that he was leaking pre-cum in me. I could not muster protest or outrage, the pleasure was out of this world. It all felt so right and natural - being so intimate with Alec, giving my body to Alec and being tainted by Alec. I loved the spontaneity of the situation, both of us pushing the boundaries without proper discussion and it was like our two minds acting as one in this madness. It created a sense of being so in sync with each other in our mad desires, it was intoxicating. I craved to feel Alec’s body and flesh engulfing mine. “Kiss me,” I blurted. Alec leaned down towards me slowly. Our eyes locked onto each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt my legs wrapped around his hips to pull our bodies closer. This time he sank his cock into me slowly and deliberately, moving past the quarter mark of his shaft, then the halfway mark of his shaft, until finally he was balls deep in me. We both let out a contented sigh, before Alec finally kissed me slowly, just keeping us locked together, his arousal palpable as I can feel his cock throbbing. We were lost in our sense of touch of our naked bodies, lips to lips, chest to chest, crotch to bum, and shaft to passage. The awareness of his physicality was overwhelming - the sense of his beefy hairy body pressing down against my slimmer smoother one, fully joined to each other for the first time and properly consummating our relationship. Alec’s leaking cock, was now fully positioned in the deepest and most vulnerable part of my body, ready to unload his tainted seed at any moment. I started to have an inkling as to why the bug chasers and gifters used the imagery of a scorpion - a stinger - an apt imagery. With how easily his cock slid in, the walls of my arse were already coated with his spit and pre-cum. “You feel so good in me, Alec. I wish we could go on forever but we should stop before it gets out of hand,” I whispered one thing, but arms and legs clung onto Alec tightly. My hazy mind wondered why I was even protesting. I was engulfed in Alec, why should it end? The natural climax to such a bare connection was for Alec to breed me, leaving his DNA in me, knocking me up - forever binding us biologically with each other. “Just for a little bit longer, Jamie. A few more moments - what difference does it make?” Alec said and began to slowly fuck me. The full length of his shaft slide in and out slowly as he kissed and fucked my protest away. “I wanted to do this yesterday, Jamie. I wanted to fuck you raw even though you said no.” “When you came back earlier, you asked me what I was wanking off to… I was fantasizing that you fucked bare last night me even though I begged you not to.” Alec groaned with arousal and his thrusting picked up pace and pinning me down. “Did you think about me blowing my load deep inside you and knocking you up? The man that you love, who is supposed to love and protect you in return, instead delivering his poisonous cum into you and turning you poz? Me taking charge and taking the decision out of your hands?” “I did,” I panted, “it shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. I wanted you to take charge and force yourself on me last night, marking me and making me yours.” “Shit, Jamie, I am not going to last long. Where do you want me to cum?” Alec managed to pant out. An internal war waged within me. I wanted so badly to give myself completely to Alec, to be bonded together with him by his virus, and always be able to get fucked by Alec without a condom. Yet, years of indoctrination and fear held me at bay from physically voicing yes. My mind said yes, but my voice said, “Please cum outside of me.” I could see the disappointment in Alec’s face. Instead of releasing my arms and legs around him so that he could withdraw, my arms around his neck tightened, as did my legs around his waist. A momentary look of surprise passed Alec’s eyes and my actions. He was far stronger than me and could easily break free. Instead, he stared into my pleading eyes - I did not know if I was pleading for him to withdraw or to blow his load in me. An animalistic possessive look washed over his face and he plunged deep into me and said, “Fuck it, Jamie, I’ll make you mine now.” Alec roared as he came and I felt every pulse that Alec’s cock made inside me, delivering his dirty payload in my guts. That tipped me over the edge, and my cock, sandwiched between his hairy beer belly and my smooth flat stomach, blew its load in tandem with Alec’s pulsing cock in my hole. There was a bit of shock, and a little horror, but in my pulsing orgasm, those feelings were buried by a strong sense of connection to Alec, satisfaction and satiation of how right it all felt that we crossed a line together, and I never wanted it to end.

Now, I know that this seems like some porn. Like something completely made up. But the only thing that Im making up is the names. And really im just using the first letters of their names. Some of thr details are hazy, because i had been drinking and doing Molly. But I'm relaying everything I can remember. And some of it, i dont think I'll ever be able forget. Two straight brothers and a gay couple we met at a bar all of us went back to party at one of the brother's house. From there, things escalated pretty quickly. One thing ked to another and Ive got one brother fingering some MDMA into my ass while the other brother has his crotch in my face. All while the couple is holding my ass open and jerking my cock as im bent over the couch. I was huffing and licking the pants covering my friends cock. I wanted it in my mouth so bad. I was willing to do anything to be filled full of cock. I was holding his ass and pressing him into my face. I started to fondly the zipper on his pants, and he stopped me. Then he crouched down in front of me so that his face was next to mine. He looked me in the eyes and said, not yet. I can't right now. I must've looked so sad, because he actually kissed me. And not a peck either. He opened his mouth and kissed me with tongue. Not for long, but long enough to really drive me fucking wild. Then he pulled back and smiled at me again. He whispered in my ear, "Fuck...thats a first." Then he stood up again. He vrabbed the back of my head and pressed my face back into his crotch. Then he laughed and said, "Hey M, lets do another shot...maybe another bump." I felt my hole go empty and M and S walked to the kitchen. I went to stand up so I could follow them, but i felt the couple hold me back down. Not rough, gently actually. But they weren't done with me. I felt the tongue back in my hole. Deeper this time. He was licking, tongue fucking and sucking my my hole. It felt so fucking good. His boyfriend looked at me and asked it if felt good. I let him know with a loud deep moan just how fucking pleasurable it was. I was in complete ecstacy. I looked at the boyfriend and said, fuck i wish i had some poppers. And the boyfriend laughed and pulled some out of his pocket. He passed them to me. And when he did, i asked him to stand in front of me. I wanted to huff poppers and suck his dick while his boyfriend ate my pussy. He lined up right in front if me. I took a long deep hit of poppers and then undid his pants. He wasnt wearing any underwear and his dick was only semi hard. Fucking MDMA makes that really tough. But it didnt stop me from trying. I sucked his entire length into my mouth. It was an average dick with an average girth. But it made it perfect to suck on whole my hole was being worked oved. I went to town on that cock. I was imagining S and M there watching me. I was hoping that they were. J wanted them to know just how good at sucking cock i was. I wantsd them to know whay I could do for them. I felt more fingers in my ass. Fingers, then tongue. Then sucking my hole. Then more fingers. I didnt know how many, but i could feel my hole being stretched and sucked and filled. It was incredible. I took another long deep hit of poppers. And continued trying to get his cock hard. It would start to, but then die down a bit. I asked him if he wanted to switch places with his boyfriend. And they did. I pulled the new dick out of his pants. His cock was very similar to his boyfriend's. Average thickness and girth. It tasted like it had been sitting in tight underwear all day. But that made me want it even more. I was in full piggy slut mode. I wanted dick so badly. I looked around for M and S. They were in the kitchen talking and laughing. I started to feel a little insecure, like I was doing something wrong. I wanted them to join us. I asked for the guys to stop for a sec so i could go hang out with the brothers. They did and we all went to the kitchen. We did another shot. And I asked why they left. He said that he couldn't get hard right now, and that he was still trying to wrap his head around everything. But that he was enjoying watching us go at it. I ask him if he really liked it or not, and he said yes. S actually asked if he could trying fingering me. So i said yes, and bent over the kitchen counter. They all continued to talk while S started to play with my hole. He started to slowly press his fingers inside me. He couldn't believe that I was able to take three fingers so easily. I was lightly moaning, letting S know how much I enjoyed it. Then I stood up and leaned back onto his chest while he still had his fingers in me. I whispered in his ear, quiet enough for only him to hear. "I want you to fuck me so bad." He looked around to make sure noone heard. They were still talking and laughing. He looked in my eyes, and i nodded. He smiled and gave me a nod in return. Then he whispered in my ear, "i cant get hard. And my brother is here." So i whispered back to follow me discreetly to the bathroom. I went there and waited for a while. Then after a few minutes, he walked into the bathroom too. I went right up to him and started kissing him. So deep. He had his arms around me and hands on my muscular ass. I reached down and put my hands in his pants and felt his cock. He kind of backed away for a second. Then he said, "Im sorry, ive never done anything like this." I assured him that I would be a good teacher and undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He turned and locked the bathroom door. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth. It was semi hard, not fully hard. I slowly worked his cock in my mouth. I was precise and direct. I was putting pressure on it and i could feel it getting harder and harder in my mouth. I reached between his legs and with one hand i was playing with his balls ad the other hand i was gently pressing on his asshole. He spread his legs farther apart to give me more access to his hole he was moaning quietly, he didnt want his brother to discover us. I spat on my hand and started to jerk him off, while i sucked on my other fingers to wet them. Then i went back to sucking and started to slowly push my finger inside his hole. He started to relax and i could feel his hole open up for me. For someone who had never done anything like this, his hole eas opening up quite easily. I got my full middle finger inside him while sucking his now rock-hard cock. I stood up, very pleased with myself. I gave him a smile and kissed him deeply with tongue. He reciprocated and put his hands back on my ass. Spreading my cheeks apart. I could feel the cool air on my wet hole. His hard cock was around 8.5 inches, and pressing into my stomach while he pulled me close as he played with my ass cheecks. Then he span me around and pushed my forward by the back of my neck, getting me into position. Oh my god, I can't believe it was actually happening. I was actually going to feel this massive cock fucking my pussy. I wanted it for so long. I held my breath as he pushed inside me. He was big. He knew how to get it inside me. Slow and steady. Feeling my hole adjust to his girth and length. He was used to having to work that big cock into holes before, i could tell. He made it all the way to the base. He was very impressed. Letting me know with a long breathy, "Fuuuuuckkkk." I was proud of myself. I hadnt been fucked in a long time, and definitely not by a cocl as big as his. But i took it like a champ. He moved it slow and deliberately in and out of my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. No lube. Just spit and determination. All the way out and then all the way back in. I was in heaven. He sped up the pace. He was rocking my world. Fucking me. Like a pussy. He leaned forward and held me around my waist. Putting his chest against my back. He played with my chest like i had tits. He breathed heavily in my ear. It was sending me over the edge. I was about to have a full body anal orgasm. My skin was so sensative. I was outside of my body. It was fucking incredible. Then there was a knock at the door. "Hey guys just checking on you. You alright?" Fuck...i didnt want him to stop. But he did. He answered quickly. "Yeah, just talking." He was so cool with it. It didnt sound rushed or forced or anything. Just so chill. Hebleaned forward and kissed me, then pulled out and pulled his pants back up. I was still bottom naked and we opened the door. It was M, he gave us a look but didnt question anymore. We all went back to the kitchen to keep talking. I suggested that we do another line of Molly.

I rejoined everyone at the party. The two shots were doing their magic, and after a while so was the edible. It was pretty strong actually. M brought over a couple more shots, but i told him I couldn't and that I needed to drive home. He scoffed and told me that wasnt happening. That he wanted me to stay all night and party with him, since he never gets to get out of the house. Then he pulled S over and told him that I turned down shots. M told me to just stay the night at S's place. He lived only a few blocks from the gym. S looked at me a gave me a devilish smile. Then came over and said I had to do at least one more. And that I could definitely stay at his place, and that his wife and kid were out at her parents and not coming back till Christmas day. I was sold. M, S, and I all did another shot. I was feeling very warm and relaxed. The edible was kicking in and I was less nervous about being there and how I was going to get home. My guard was coming down a little bit and i was starting to laugh more and enjoy the party. Some of the girls from the gym were talking with me and telling me stories about some of the guys that we worked out with. One of them was telling the rest of the group about how big one of the guy's cock was because she had recently fucked him. One of the firefighters. He was 6'6" apparently his dick was actually proportionate to his size. Then she put her hands out to show a rough measurement of it. The other girls in the group were practically dripping wet. And very envious, even though they just laughed. But they all started to treat him a little differently. They were giggling around him and touching him a little more than before. I was definitely intrigued, but my mind was still on S and what had happened in the bathroom earlier. I kept playing it over in my mind. I comvinced myself that he was just drunk and high on coke and teasing me. Then S came up with two more shots. He handed one to me and leaned into my ear and asked if I was really gonna stay over at his place. I nodded and said, "If you're ok with that," he nodded in agreement and we did a cheers and knocked back the shot. And his hand found its way to my ass. Like actually on my ass. As he talked to the rest of the group. He acted as if he didnt realize it was on my ass. He was leaned in and talking to the whole group and noone noticed but me. I didnt stop him and i didn't bring anyone's attention to it either. His brother M came up to me, told me to come with him, grabbed my arm and pulled me away. We went back to the bathrooms and we went into the first free bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. Then lifted the toilet seat and pulled his dick out and started peeing while he was talking to me. Now, this isnt unusual. Ive been in this situation before. Drunk straight guys wanting to talk to me while they're peeing. I didnt actaully think anything of it. He was asking me how the party was. Telling me how happy he was that I made it and that I was actually drinking, because we havent drank together in so long. Then he turned around with his dick still out and in his hand. He noticed me look dowm at it while he tucked it back into his pants. I just said, "No undwear M?" He answered, "Never!" We both laughed. I was laughing in an awkward way, because I'd never actually seen M's dick before. I'd seen his ass many times. Very muscular, very round, and kinda fuzzy. But this was the first time that I'd actually seen his dick. It was thick and uncut. But his foreskin didnt fully cover the head of his dick. And it looked heavy. Then he asked if I was gonna keep partying with him and S back at S's place? I told him I didnt know that we were gon a party back at S's place, but that i was gonna head there for the night after the gym party finished. He then asked if I wanted to party with him and S. I said sure and said I didnt really party much anymore, but that Id be down to keep drinking. M then politely asked me if I wanted to party. He said that theres lots of blow if I wanted some. And to be honest, i really really wanted to. But i said I was good. But that if there was some MDMA i would do some of that. He went to the sink and started washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and said, "I can get some for you if you are serious." I was kinda shocked and a little excited. I answered, "I mean...yeah...I'll do some M." He smiled at me through the mirror. The same devilish smile his brother had given me earlier. He jusy said, "cool!" And left the bathroom. I followed him out. We went back to the alcohol and we did another shot. What was happening? I didnt really think they were in the same pervy place my mind was going. Honestly, it was so far away from anything I knew from these brothers. Ive been friends with them for years, and nothing has ever happened. So i just thought i was reading too much into things. They were just drunk and high and wanting to keep partying.

It has been ages since I have been to Steamworks Las night I thought I woul give a try again Arrived about 2 and rented a room showered cleaned out and got ready Layed on stomach ass in the air. in about 5 min I felt a hand on my ass Turned around and there was a hot Latin guy . He never said a word but just climbed on top. Shoved his bare dick in me and started pumping. After a few minutes he moaned and went in balls deep. Shot a huge load in me. In total till midnight I got five loads in my ass. Sorry I was away for so long

I saw the silhouette towards the doorway of the sauna's darkroom. The man moved quietly around the walls, feeling his way through the darkness... finally reaching me. He stopped and hesitantly started feeling my ass through the tiny towel wrapped around it. A substantial ass, I'm not a thin person, quite the opposite. But my ass is not just for show, it's actually pretty muscular and I love squeezing the cum out of hot cocks buried deep inside me. He came a bit closer and I could feel his hard cock through the layers of cloth, he pressed it towards my ass crack... and he was feeling me up, his hands came around my hips and onto the worthless chem-cock. Yeah, I had taken three thick lines of MMC3, also known as "kat", and my reaction, besides getting really horny, was for my dick to shrivel up - I am a total bottom when having snorted kat. His hand cupped my tiny cock, and squeezed... I hissed and pushed backwards a bit, feeling his hardness on my ass... "Chem-dick?" he whispered in my ear. "M-hm" I nodded in the dark. I could feel his whole body pressed against my back. The other hand moved onto my round and nice tummy and up to my chest. I could feel him breathing harder in my ear, as he found my (extremely sensitive and hard) nipple. Flicking it a bit to make sure it was hard, he squeezed the nipple between his thumb and index. I moaned a little bit - it's so fucking cool to be high and have a guy handle your nipple with one hand and squeeze your balls and dick in the other all the while he's pressing up against you from behind... god I needed to get fucked. I loosened up my towel and let it slide to the floor, kicking it to the wall so I'd find it again. He sighed and let his hands roam over my body, back to my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and feeling them up. I could feel his fingers getting closer to my hole, his fingertips moving over the well lubed hole now. He hummed in my ear and opened up my hole just ever so slightly, and I couldn't resist showing him how I can suck it in, pulsating it onto his fingers. He let go of his towel, his cock sliding into my ass crack. He played with my crack a bit, holding my ass cheeks apart and rubbing his cock against me. My ass is very clean and very well shaved. He kept close to me and suddenly let me go, leaning a bit backwards - I could hear the snick of a lid being twisted of a little bottle, and the huffing while he was poppering himself up - I could almost feel his nice big cock pulsating in time of the breaths - he then put the bottle under my nose and I hit it twice in every nostril - god I love poppers!!! He put the lid back on and re-hung the bottle around his neck - pushing his cock downwards, in between my legs, letting it get a bit lubed up by my hole's lube. "Yesss" I could hear him hiss. I pushed my ass back a little to let him know he could mount me. "Bare?" he whispered? "Fuck me" I whispered back. His hands moved down to my hips and his cock stopped right on my hole. He pressed into me as I opened myself up to let him enter. "Oh... god" he moaned as he pushed his cock down to the balls in one stroke. I bit my lips, he wasn't small, probably around 20 cm. of meat. He stayed there for a few seconds - and then slowly started to move in and out. How I love a man that can use his cock - even though it's big. He slowly picked up the pace, with long strokes, all the way out to his quite large cock head, and back in balls deep... his hands moved away from my hips and went up to my tits, squeezing them and then concentrating on using my nipples, pulling and squeezing them. That's usually a good way to make me cum, but the kat has a strange effect on me, I won't cum easily - however, his cock hitting my prostate and him using my nipples made me flow of cock juice, I could both feel it and smell it, almost like pissing. After pounding me for a couple of minutes, he took a small brake - his cock still moving inside me - but him huffing more poppers, deep hits, and I could smell the whole room filling up with aroma. As he offered to me again, which I gladly accepted, I could feel another man coming straight towards us, feeling his way along the wall. He stopped in front of me, feeling my body up and the guy behind me - I could feel his hands behind my balls, feeling the cock sliding into me. Then cupping my dripping wet cock. My first man started to pick up his pace again. The second man quickly got to his knees, licking my balls and sucking on my tiny worthless chem-dick like a tit. He engulfed both balls and dick with his mouth, warming them up and swallowing whatever he got, humming happily. Time for my ass to work harder. As guy number one was pounding me hard, I started to squeeze his cock. I could hear him gasp, and now his balls were slapping hard against my ass with every stroke of his cock. I wanted my reward, needed cum in me - deep in me. He lasted about 30 seconds with me working on his cock. I am very good at what I do 🙂 While keeping up the pace he leaned forward and asked "inside?" - "Hell yeah", that's where I want all cum. The second guy overheard that and moved his mouth action to behind my balls and First guy started to cum in me - fucking it in with hard strokes, but of course some of it overflowing - right in the second guys mouth. Fuck yeah, I really needed that. Hard cum inside me and some soft mouth sucking at the same time 🙂 First guy slid out of me slowly, allowing for the second guy to lick his shaft. He took his towel and then left with a squeeze on my ass cheek. The second guy pressed his nose to my ass, licked up some excess and then left as quietly as he came in. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my cummy ass and wet cock, waited a while and then left for my little room I'd rented, where I still had at least five lines left that I could snarf. I could see some guys in the area, but no-one I would recognise from the dark-room silhouettes. I got into my room and took off my towel again, feeling my asshole and thinking about how much more dick I could take tonight. I took out my little baggie of kat crystals, and used my driver's license to crush and cut a couple of fat lines for me on the bed. As I bent over with my straw to enjoy my lines, I heard the door open - Shit! I'd forgot to lock the door. A young staff member was standing in the door-way, looking at my nice set-up - dressed as all staff members in bathing suit and tank top. "Sorry", he said, "I thought it was empty here" - and then "you know, we have a no-drug policy here".

I went to a lunchtime sex party today. It advertises to dudes over their lunch break. I usually leave after a few guys fuck me and maybe take 1-2 loads. Today, I was an in-demand btm. Tops lined up for me while I was on the sling/ass up on the couch. My hole was essentially drilled for about 45 mins straight by strangers. I took about 6 loads there. I saw a few good fwbs there including one who was so turned on that he gave me two loads in succession. I bred his fit middle age cutie after exploring a few other holes. It was so overwhelming that I had to take a nap when I returned home. Gotta rest up as I'm going to a friend's sex party tonight 😈

The party started to wind down a bit. There were maybe 10 people left at the party. Everyone was hanging out in the kitchen area where the plate of coke was. There were a few lines cut and waiting on the counter. I kept eyeing them, I wanted to do a line so bad. It would wake me up after having eaten that edible. I was feeling sluggish and introverted and a little anxious. I kept playing back in my mind the smiles from M and S. Was I reading too much into it? I was getting a little paranoid. M came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and gave them a quick massage. He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Hey...I've got something for you. Follow me." And he slinked off toward the bathrooms again. His walk was wobbly, he had definitely had too much blow and liquor. I snuck away from the group and made my way to the bathrooms. I saw M peaking out of one of the almost closed doors and I followed him in. Again he closed and locked the door. As soon as he locked the door he turned quickly with a big smile on his face. "Look what I found for you." He was holding a sandwich baggy with a brownish gray powder in it. There was a lot. "Woah man, I was only expecting a cap." I said to him in disbelief. But he just laughed. "I told you we were gonna party." He said with that same smile as before. "How do you want it? Want me to cut up some lines? That'll probably be the fastest way for it to kick it. That way you can be on our level." He dumped a small pile on the counter and pulled out a costco card from his wallet. He started crushing it and cutting it into lines. There were 8 very fat lines on the counter. I was starting to get the jitters. I haven't done any drugs in more than 2 years. I was very nervous. I didn't want to feel the shame of relapse. But i told M that I would do some with him if he got it. In an instant, i had a million thoughts in my mind all at once. Should I? Shouldn't I? What would it mean? Who would I have to tell after? Am I gonna end up back where I was? M passed me a rolled up $20 bill and i tool it. I let him know that I was nervous and scared. He put his hand on my chest to calm me down. He said, if I dont want yo do it, that he supports my decision. I let him know I really wanted to do it. But i was worried that I would end up doing the same shit I was doing before and i dont want to wind up back there. He looked at me in the eyes and told me that he understands, but if I do it, he would watch out for me and not let me make any bad decisions. And that if i feel like I am getting outta control, he would put an end to everything. I felt way better and my anxiety came way down. I toom the bill and bent down to the lines and in one long snort, i did a full fat line. It burned and lingered in my nose. My eyes started to water. I tapped on my nostril till the pain subsided. M patted me on the back and said, "Fuck yeah! Lets do it up!" We both laughed a bit and he took the bill from me and bent down and did the two fattest lines on the counter. He handed the bill back to me. I bent down and did another. Then there was a knock at the door. M asked who it was, and we heard S answer. "Its me man, open up." I unlocked the door and let S in. "Ho ho, what do we got goin' on in here?" S came bounding in happy and excited. He let us know that people were starting to leave, but that a couple people wanted to keep partying. They were bagging up the last of the blow and wanted to go to the bar that was down the street. "What is this? Mind if I have a line?" I let him know it was MDMA and said, "Sure," but he was already bent over doing one of the remaining lines. He stood up fast afterward and told us how bad it was burning. He passed the bill back to M and said he wanted another, but that he was gonna get everyone out. And asked if we wanted to go to the bar with them. M and I agreed, but after we finished the line. S left and we locked the door behind him. M grabbed my hips and moved me closer to the counter. "I hafta pee again." And i stepped away to let him pass. He let his crotch slide across my ass as he passed me. I was already starting to feel the effects of the M, even though it had only been about 10 minutes. Nothing too strong, but i mybface was feeling a little thingly and felt that slight lightness and euphoria. I jokingly mentioned to him that i felt his cock on my ass. He laughed and said, "You're dreaming." we both chuckled. He peed again, and again when he turned around his dick was still out in his hand. But this time, he didnt tuck it away. He definitely wanted me to see it. He shook it. I let him know hes got a good dick. And like a boy getting his first compliment he said, "Really? You think its nice?" He said it in full sincerity. "Yeah, man. Ive seen a few. Yours is nice. It looks fat. Thats important." "Its not very big. Chicks want big dicks." "Actually, girls don't want too big. They like fat dicks. And yours is pretty big man. It looks heavy." I said reassuringly. It actually was a nice dick, I wasnt just saying that. It was thick and veiny. He had been drinking and doing blow all night, and it still had some hang to it. "You need another line." He said. So i picked up the bill and did another one. Just then, S walked in and let us know that everyone had left. "Woah...we taking our dicks out?" He said and laughed loudly. I passed him the rolled bill. "Only if you want." And we laughed again. "Maybe after this?" He said as he smiled and gave me a look. M tucked his dick back into his pants as S did two lines. M grabbed thr bill from S and didnthe last line. "Lets get outta here." M said and we wiped down the counter to get rid of the remaining residue. S placed his hand on my lower ass again and said, "lets fucking party." He squeezed my ass. I kinda froze and he noticed, but he gently pushed my forward guiding me out of the bathroom and we made our way to the bar.

This is a real life story how someone gave me a shotgun hit 7 years ago of T and my life changed for the better. I am a LaTino ParTy BoTTom and I love T. I have accepted the fact that I will never be sober. How did this transformation go about. I can't believe I started with shotgun hits. Now I need large clouds to get high. I prefer large clouds. Like most PNP BoTToms I started parTiyng occasionally. There was the time I smoked in a Hotel in San Diego. There was the first time I parTied and I got fucked. I went to a PNP ParTy. There were about 8 guys. Everybody was fucking and touching each other and parTiying. Some of the guys put a head cover over me with just a mouth opening. Throuought the night guys kept giving me shoutgound hits. It was so hot. I think they knew I was a newbie and they wanted to get LiT. I parTied sporadically until I got my own places in Denver. That when I became from occasionally user to full blown PNP Meth Whore. One night I parTied with one dude and then the next day I decided to find another guy to parTy with. I had never parTied two days in a row. Before, It would be months between PNP Session. I invited a PNP LaTino ParTy Top. His name was Sebastian. He was muscluar , and a daddy. We starting smoking and got into daddy son play. He nonchalantly asked if anybody had ever pissed me. I said no and did not think much about it. Later on he took me to the restroom. he was fucking me in front of the mirror and started looking at me. I felt a gush of liquid inside of me. It was my first Chem Piss experience. I could feel the T getting me higher. My toes curled up. Sebastian had not asked if I wanted chem piss. To be honest I did not mind, he was my parTy Daddy. He wanted to corrupt me even further and he did. I started to get more urges to ParTy more frequently which had not happen before. I remember one time I got High AF with this white PNP top. He slammed. We would get high AF and when I got back to my place something happen which had not happen before. I wanted to ParTy more. The cravings were sooooo intense. I tried to repress my true nature. I would tell me self I am going to take a break. But alas I kept parTying more and more. I thought about parTying weekly. Just a couple months before this would of been unheard of. I invited Jose a pnp Top to my place. I asked him if he thought people can parTy weekly and he said as long as you can handle it. That was not the interesting part. We started making out and then, withought asking, he put a little rock inside my pussy. He wanted to high AF. Im glad he did. I had never been as high. I started to loose all my inhibiptions like what I got pozzed, what If I slammed? Then, I would travel and parTy. I went to Mexico City and ParTied with two guys. I parTied with guys when I went to San Fransisco. This was no longer a phase. It was like the cravings were taking over. I still tried to take "breaks" Then I started to accept my fate. Manuel was a latino top and he got me high. He loved putting the fire until the pipe and he would control how much T I got. I knew he wanted to get my high af and I let him. We got so high and he fucked me. I screamed "im in ecasasty! Yes daddy fuck me. I am a meth whore. I want to get higher and higher" He parTied everyday and I asked him do you want me to parTy daily and he said yes. Then we partied one day, then two eventually to 2 weeks. Manuel started talking buddy John. "hey John, you wanna corrupt this LaTino Twink and make him accept his fate that he wont be ever be sober" John said "fuck yearh, also I have an extra toxic idea. I have not been on my HIV meds and have a high viral load" Manuel said "we should make him join the brother hood, and give him his first slam. Manuel told the LaTino Twink "Today your life will change, you will be mine, and you stop talking about this sober crap" The LaTino Twink was already high AF from taking 4 large clouds. So the corruptions began 1) Manuel blindfolded the LaTIno Twink 2) He then give a huge rock in his pussy 3) Then Manuel wrapped a leather band around the LaTino Twink. The Twink knew what it was but did not resits and with that SLAM. The twink sceamed "thank you daddy, I have dreamed about slamming but was always shamed to telling people. I fucking love to ParTy. Get me more high daddy." John then told him "I have a high viroal load do you want it" and the Twink replied. "Yes John, make be Pozz, slam and poz me" and with that The Twink was converted to a Poz Meth Loving Whore. This night was just the beginning. The Twink and Manuel parTied everyday for two week. That was 2 years ago. The Twink had parTied everyday since.

Damn. Busted. I looked at him. "Ehm... well ... that is" - I hemmed and hawed. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Locked it? "Yeah. It's really a hard policy - no drugs" the boy said (I say boy, but then I'm 58, so he was probably about 25, but his small stature made him look a bit youngish) "We really have to report it if we see any". I stood silent just looking at him, a bit ashamed and my face as red as it could be with the kat in my system. My brain just froze and I was just standing in front of this guy - "Chem dick?" he asked. WTF is with guys and my dick? It seems the smaller it is, the more they want to just play with it. I nodded silently. "Mm-hmm" he hummed "well, you know, I should really report having seen it, but then I would have to see it, right?" Ookay? He got closer to me and took his tank top off - and oh my god what a fucking body he had. Small but bloody ripped! And, as I moved my eyes down, man, the boy was packing some heat - the hardening dick of his was already peeking out of his bathing suit - the shape of it was just marvellous. He came closer and stretched his hand down, fondling my small package, playing with the balls. "Did you get fucked already?" he asked. I nodded. His fingers went behind my balls, reaching for my wet hole. "Ohhh, yess - I can feel that." "Uhm.." I said. "Shhhh... no talking now." A finger went up my hole, and then he put it in his mouth, tasting the lube/cum combo. "So what is it" he asked, nodding to the bed. "Meth, coke?" "Ehrm... it's kat" I answered. I figured I could answer a direct question, anyway... "You've got 2 fat lines there... split them up, make four of them" he demanded. I quickly complied. He moved forward and said "Now you see them" - snorted two of them with my chopped off straw - "and now you don't". Oh jesus, I'm so horny now. He turned around and said "Kneel". I did - and my face came right in front of his now really hard dick poking out of the bathing suit. He stepped into my face with it and the only reaction I had was to lick that tip. He moaned lightly. "Yeah piggy, you know what to do, right?" He grabbed my neck and forced my mouth on top of his still hard cock. Amused, he said "I'm not a piggy - I don't get chem-dick like you. I get even harder!". I could feel that. I was now forced even further down his shaft, making way through his bathing suit, but the waist band was too hard, so I slipped over the fabric, still sucking on his shaft and down to his balls. "Take your lines now" - Still from kneeling on the floor I reached over to the two remaining thinner lines and snorted them both, but my position was a bit awkward so I couldn't get really everything up my nose. He looked at me and pulled his suit down, his cock rock solid hard as hell, very very juicy to look at. Again, he grabbed my head and pressed his cock inside my mouth, invading it all, pressing it down my throat and choking me. I coughed and he eased off a bit. "Now, suck". Of course I did. I sucked him really good, as a really good pig. The kat was really catching me up now, so my throat relaxed a bit and I could take more of him. He helped by bucking his hips. "Fuck yeah.... turn around now, show me your ass, up on the bed" I put myself in a doggie position, avoiding the drugs still on the bed. I looked down and back and saw him take the rest of the lines in the nose. He hummed happily at the feeling and then turned to my ass, which is now wide open waiting for him. Oh... ohhhhhh... that tongue... man, he spread my cheeks so far apart and put his mouth on my hole. Licking, sucking and biting my ass lips... "mmmm... I can feel those loads" he said "well, it was only one" - I tried, but a hard slap on my butt stopped the conversation. I oculd feel him standing up and his cock sliding along the crack - and *fucking hell* he pushed hard all the way down. I gasped a bit, and I could hear him mumble "You cunt, you should be open now". He then went to work with my ass - fucked me hard. Harder. Long strokes, short strokes. Holy god. Again I started to drip of cock juice. After only a few minutes I could notice a change in him - fucking me with long strokes and staying before going again... "I'm fucking cumming" he said, no asking where - there was only one place for him - deep in my guts. Pushing hard I could feel his cock pulsating in me, I hardly even worked his dick over, there was no time. Filling my with this evening's second load. With his cock still inside, he moved me back a bit. "Lick that kat up" he said. There was ever so little left on the bed. The residue of four lines as a fine dust. But kat tastes like shit though - but I couldn't resist him pushing my nose down to the bed. I licked it up. "Good little piggy" he said, and took his cock out. "Clean it" I sucked his cock clean from two loads and almost no lube any more. He pulled up his bathing suit and put his tank top on again - as he opened the door, he winked at me "So, nothing to see, right?" I nodded and smiled as he left. Two loads, but now I am fucking flying - I need more cock. And way more loads. I put the towel over my shoulder and started walking. Now I don't care who's watching, I am fucking ready for some good fucks. Walking around and taking a bit of stock of the clientele. Many cute guys, older and younger, felt me up, felt my cummy cunt... squeezed my ass and my tits. Many of them in the darkness of the maze, others more open. My chem-dick got a lot of fine attention too. I stop in front of a small room - this room has a sling in it. It's empty.

Probably not. As an older man (54 now) I’m up to my balls in young ass. I have found over the last few years that young men are more turned on by experienced daddies so I’ve not (yet!) found it hard to get a young man on my cock. Indeed, I have a much younger live-in fuckboy, Drew who I met when I was 50 and he was 19. He is turned on by older men (daddies) and my mates regularly fuck him and I regularly fuck his younger buddies. Be up front and state your preference on any hookup apps you use. Good luck

Visited home (a small town) for a few days over the holiday and managed to get some local dick while I was there. Being a small town, the locals are pretty excited for fresh meat. Friday night, met a construction guy in his early 30s who wanted a bj in his truck. We found a quiet place away from people and I drained two loads out of him. Saturday early in the morning I was on Grindr and got messaged by a young 20 yo top. He was interested in fucking someone a bit older and was hoping I wanted it raw. I let him know I was definitely up for it, so I got ready, told my family I was heading off for a morning walk and I'd be back later. Walked over to the guy's place a few mins away, he invited me in and we chatted for a few mins before making out on the couch. He grabbed my arm, dragged me to his room and had me on my back in no time. He was pretty twinkish, really lithe body but a nice hairless uncut cock and balls and after eating my hole for a little he looked up at me with this hungry look on his face and I just pleaded with him to fuck my brains out. He definitely did for about 10 mins, and bit my shoulder when he finally sprayed his virile cum all over my guts. Saturday night I got hit up by another guy in his mid 20s. Nothing much more than a picture of his flared mushroom cock and a message "Bare?". I replied yep, and did he want to meet, since I couldn't host. His place was easy. Got ready again, told family I was going for an evening walk and headed over. This one was pretty much a pump and dump and I was loaded and walking home in less than 10 minutes, haha. Last night I was messaged by the twink again asking if I was interested in a second fuck. I had to leave in the morning, so I let him know I could but it would have to be relatively quick. He said he'd be ready and to come over. Again, got ready and let family know I was heading off for a walk. Headed over, door was unlocked and I walked in. He called me into his room and he was laying there with his legs spread, stroking his cock that he already lubed. I stripped down, climbed onto the bed and starting making out. When he started moaning after a minute, I climbed onto his cock, slid him in and buried him in my hole. A few minutes of riding later he was begging to cum so I milked until he flooded me. Got dressed and headed home. Three hometown loads, good times!

I know I'm kinda giving lota of background. But im still just trying to process everything that happened. These brothers have been my friends for years. I never would have imagined what happened last weekend. I was getting major vibes from these straight brothers. I usually am the one flirting with them, but tonight, it felt like they were the ones flirting with me. We left the gym and walked to yhe bar. It was just a few blocks away from the gym, so it wasnt a long walk. The air was cold and we walked kinda fast. We caught up with a couple of the people from the gym. Two girls and a guy. I didnt know them, but they knew M and S. They joked around and laughed with us. Let us know how much fun they were having at the party and that they were excited to get to the bar and that we would need to do more shots when we got there. By now, the lines of MDMA that we did were really kicking in. I was feeling so high. I did a few big lines pretty close together. I was feeling light headed and felt like i wasny able to walk straight. I grabbed S's arm and let him know how high i was feeling. He got close to me and put his arm around my waist and his hand on my hip. He let me know that it was totally fine, he would help me walk. But i would have to act sober when we got to the bar, otherwise the bouncer won't let me in. I could feel his thick thigh on mine while he pulled me close to balance me. He talked quietly into my ear. I could feel the warmth from his breath. I let my hand hang down to my side, which was grazing his inner thigh. I was dsngerously close to touching his cock. I wanted to so bad. But just when I was feeling bold enough to touch it, we arrived at the bar. He told me to stand up and act sober. So I did. We got past the bouncer and made our way into the bar. We went right to the bar and S ordered shots for all of us. Followed by another round of shots from M. Then I ordered us some another round. Things are a little hazy from here. I remember that we went to the bathroom together all three of us a few times. We all did more MDMA. I saw S's dick, and I remember it being longer but not as thick as M's. And one of the times in the bathroom with just M and me, i actually held it in my hand. The next thing I remember was the lights coming on at the bar. We had closed it down. I found S and told him I was gonna stay close to him. I'll need his help walking to his place. He let me know that M is gonna come with us and also another couple people from the bar. So we all made pur way back to S's place. On the way, we stopped back at the gym and grabbed a couple bottles of liquor that were left over from the party. Then we continued on to S's place. There were 5 of us in total. Me the brothers, and two guys from the bar. I dont remember if they were also from the gym. But I didn't recognize them from anyone that I knew. We had two bottles of liquor, sandwich bag of MDMA and i dont know how much coke. I dont remember much of the walk to S's place, but i do remember thinking that i really wanted to suck some dick. And I think i even told S that while we were walking.

I went to a techno festival with a friend for a weekend in the summer. My boyfriend, with whom I've been monogamous for two years, didn't want to come along. The festival was impressive. You could hear good techno sound and feel the bass everywhere on the festival and camping site. We got on well with our tent neighbours and there was a lot of alcohol. On Saturday evening we went to the festival site. On the way there, I took MDMA to really party. When I arrived in front of the main stage, I could feel the effects: I started dancing and also got ... very horny. For fun, I downloaded Grindr and looked to see which guys were also at the festival. In my excitement, I wrote to several guys. I actually just wanted to chat suggestively and maybe get some dick pics. When the effects of the MDNA fully kicked in around 0:30am, I wanted to do more than just chat. Maybe wank together or something similar. I particularly liked one guy at Grindr. We arranged to meet at 2 a.m. at my tent, which was conveniently located near two main roads on the campsite. On the way to my tent, I realised that the effects of the MDMA were wearing off. I began to have doubts: should I really cheat on my boyfriend? When I arrived at the tent, I opened Grinder and pondered: should I say no to the guy or not? After all, I don't have any lube or condoms .... I looked at our neighbour's tent. I looked around and, in a knee-jerk reaction, went to our neighbour's tent without thinking. I opened the tent and reached for the bag of cocaine hidden under the front of a jumper. I quickly closed the tent door and disappeared into my own tent. I quickly rolled up a banknote and pulled the white powder through both nostrils. I realised how warm I was getting and how ... horny I was becoming agein. I looked at my watch: "Fuck, it's already 2:07!" I quickly crawled out of my tent, stood up and the Grindr guy was already waiting on the corner! I waved him over. In the twilight of the camping lights, he arrived grinning and we hid in the tent. When he undressed, I realised how the cocaine was kicking in with full force. He looked at me and asked: "Have you taken anything?". "Yes, cocaine... maybe a little too much" I replied. He grinned, said "very good boy...!" and took off my trousers and boxer shorts. He lifted my legs and started to lick my hole vigorously. Every time he stuck his entire tongue into my hole, I started to moan. I closed my eyes briefly and enjoyed the way he worked my hole with his big tongue. When I felt his tongue in my mouth and he began to moan softly, I opened my eyes. He had that diabolical grin again. My hands slid down his back to his sexy, tight arse. I enjoyed the way he penetrated my hole with his "tongue"... When my hands reached his arse, I noticed that it was constantly moving back and forth. In my cocaine high, I suddenly realised that it wasn't his tongue but his cock in my hole that was fucking me! "Fuck! You're fucking me right now!" I moaned at him, seeing his face only slightly blurred by the effects of the cocaine. "Oh yes! Are you enjoying my cock in your cunt?". I moaned and couldn't get a straight sentence out... I just stammered: "Ehm... Fuck... Fuck, that's hot... but fuck..." After a short time he grabbed my hair, pulled my head towards him and said: "I'm going now to fuck your fucking cunt from behind!". While he pulled his cock out, I wanted to suck him off. I grabbed his hard cock and realised that there was no condom on it. While I had his cock in my hand, I looked at him in horror and asked: "Fuck! Did you just fuck me without a condom? I have a boyfriend!". He replied annoyed: "Calm down! Didn't you like it? Come on, lie down on your stomach and I'll lick you again...". I was pissed off, but incredibly horny due to the cocaine. I agreed. He turned round and pulled poppers out of his bag on the floor. He gave it to me: "Take a few puffs! Then I'll lick your arse some more...". I opened the bottle and took a few puffs. The high kicked in immediately. Meanwhile, I noticed how he pushed his cock into me and started to fuck me hard. He bent over with his body and I felt his breath on my ear. He turned my head towards him and rammed his bare cock really deep inside me. I moaned loudly. "Tell me, how does my bare cock feel in your wet hole?" he asked. I was so horny that I could only answer: "Fucking goog. Fuck me. Fuck me bare. I don't care about anything right now. Just fuck me hard and cum inside me!!!". He bent up and started to fuck me hard. After few minutes he moaned loudly and a few seconds later he started laughing. I noticed how he pulled his cock out of my hole: "What's going on?" I asked. "I'm ready," he replied as he got dressed. My horniness abruptly diminished. I sat down and asked: "Ehm... did you come inside me?". "Yes," he grinned and put his shoes on and added: "It's leaking out of your hole, boy...". "Ehm... Okay... Tell me, how often do you fuck bareback? Are you healthy?" I replied. He opened the tent door, turned round and said: "I only ever fuck bareback. That's all you need to know!". Then he left. I wanted to run after him, but I was still naked. So I picked up my phone, opened Grindr and wanted to confront him. As soon as I'd written the first word, the chat disappeared. He had blocked me! Now I was sitting there: alone in the tent, overwhelmed and scared. My thoughts were running round and round: "What will you say to your boyfriend? What if he's infected me with something?". I spot the white bag of cocaine and thought to myself: Fuck it. Lets take a few more puffs. So I took another hit of cocaine, which made me extremely horny again. I started playing with my cock. With my right hand I slid down to my hole, where I realised that the sperm was flowing out. I took it on my finger and put it in my mouth. "Fuck that's hot... and it tastes good" I moaned quietly to myself. I reached for my phone and opened Grindr. I thought to myself: if anything, I want to be fucked properly today. Luckely, I quickly found a guy in his early 40s who had an XL cock and was a few tents away in his campervan. We arranged to meet up. I put on my clothes, took another line of cocaine and literally ran to the guy. Once there, everything happened quickly. He closed the door and took off his clothes. I knew from his profile that he was married to a man. While he undressed, I pressed my boxer shorts hard against my hole to wipe away the last traces and evidence of the past guy. We started kissing and I felt his big hard cock against my legs. "Fuck you are hot! Come fuck me" I whispered in his ear. He turned round and put on a condom. Then he turned me on my back, spit on his cock and slowly pushed it inside me. He started to fuck me slowly, but faster and faster. "Boy... you're incredibly hot and you have a delicious hole!" he moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his head and replied: "Oh fuck... I love your big cock! I would love to have you bare inside me". "Oh fuck yes. To fuck your beautiful cunt with my bare cock... That would be awesome! ", he replied, moaning and ramming his cock into me really hard all the way. While he fucks me in an alternating rhythm, he leans forward slightly: "Fuck boy... If I knew you, I'd fuck you right now without a rubber!". "Wow, yes, that would be so incredibly hot," I reply, pulling his face back to mine. "Do you often fuck bareback?" he asks me. I put my hands on his arse, grab it and push his arse against my pelvis. As he groans loudly, I look deep into his eyes and say: "No, I'm in a committed, monogamous relationship. I only fuck bareback with a boyfriend". He grins at me: "In a monogamous relationship?! You do realise that you have my cock in your hot hole right now?". I grinned back. Suddenly he stops. He slowly straightens up and slowly pulls his cock out of my hole, while he asks and says thoughtfully:"mhhhh... I understand. I'm married and only fuck bareback with my husband...". He looks down briefly, spits on his cock and slowly pushes it back in my hole. I moan loudly. "Do you want poppers?". "Oh, Yes!", I reply. He bends down and takes out the bottle next to the head bar. He opens the lid and slides the bottle under my nose. "If you only fuck bareback with your boyfriend and I only fuck bareback with my husband, then everything would be safe, wouldn't it?" As I sniff the poppers and give him the bottle back, I reply: "Yes. Everything's safe!". He sniffs hard on the poppers several times. While he puts the bottle away, he plays with his cock and rolls his eyes - the poppers kick in for me too. He looks at me, takes my hand and guides it to his hard, thick and big cock. "If you want to fuck bare, then take off the condom now...". My pulse increases, my cock gets really hard. I put my hand around his cock and pull the rubber off. He leans forward. I feel his rubberfree glans at my hole entrance. "You're really safe?" he asks me, "Yes, trust me!". And then... I realise how his glans penetrates my hole unprotected with rhythmic strokes. I close my eyes and burst with horniness. "Fuck, this is unbelievably hot!" I scream at him. "Fuck yes man! You have such a hot, wet cunt!" he replies and starts to fuck me really hard with his hammer with his eyes closed. I bend up a little to see his cock as he fucks my hole without a condom. It feels indescribable. The cocaine. The effect of the poppers. His big bareback cock. But the thing that really makes me explode is the knowledge and the fact that "my naughty cunt" is bulging with the cum of a guy I don't know. A guy who only ever fucks bareback. A guy who has blocked me on Grindr. A guy who probably isn't healthy. And now I'm getting fucked bareback by a married man who thinks I'm safe. As I watch his bare cock fucking my hole, I almost faint. The whole situation is so hot that I can hardly stand it. I mentally imagine what it looks like in my hole right now: My arse full of most probably highly contagious cum from a complete stranger, which is being massaged deeper and deeper into my bowels by a naive guy with his unprotected cock. At the same time, he pushes and rubs the highly contagious cum on his unprotected cock. I love the mental image of his glans of his uncut cock being wrapped in cum as he thrusts. And when he pulls his cock back, the whole cum is enclosed by his foreskin until the glans is exposed again during the next thrust... I mean: I really love it when I see an big uncut cock and the entire glans is full of cum and it spreads between the glans and foreskin. But the idea that it's someone else's sperm that the guy doesn't even know about. Not knowing that it's most likely poz sperm. Directly in my hole - wow, I can't have a cock in me as deep as I'm horny with this. Suddenly he punches me in the face. I look at him. "Fuck boy, were are you? I'm about to cum! Where should I cum?". "Fuck... hot... splash your load deep into my hole!". As soon as I've said that, I notice his cock twitching hard. With a loud moan he thunders his cock into me to the hilt and collapses on top of me. He starts to laugh and mumbles "Boy... You and youre hole are fucking awesome!". Meanwhile, I put my hand on my cock to make myself come. He leans up again and pulls his cock out of my hole. He looks down: "Wow... there's a lot coming out. I didn't realise I had such plump balls...". "hehe... yeah, me too!" I reply with a grin, "please push your dock in again slowly so that you massage your cum into my hole". He then grabs his cock with his hand, took it up with the leaking cum and pushes it into me. I take another quick poppers sniffs and shortly afterwards I come explosively as I feel his cock inside me - and once again - as I imagine how with every movement of his cock inside me, stranger, anonymous and highly contagious sperm is massaged between his glans and his foreskin. Later, while I wipe my sperm off my stomach and he wipes his cock with a cloth, he asks me for my number. I reply that we can continue writing on Grindr. I quickly put my clothes on and am about to leave when he grabs my hand. He looks at me and says that we should stay in touch, if only in case there was something about the bareback sex. I kiss him and agree. When I get to my tent, I open Grindr and block him. 13 weeks after the festival, I receive my HIV-positive test result. In the meantime, I had active and passive unprotected sex with my boyfriend several times. But that's another story ... 😉

PART ONE I was meeting my girlfriend for a dinner date on the other side of town, so I had to pretty much dash straight from work in an uber. A dash I didn't need to make as it turned out as she texted me shortly after I arrived saying that she'd be late. I sat at the table and started drinking the glass of wine I'd ordered on arrival. There were a pair of gentlemen on the table next to me who smiled warmly towards me as I looked around the restaurant as I marked time. It had been a pretty frustrating day at work so it didn't take too long before I ordered a second glass. I'd barely taken a sip when I got another text message saying that she was held up at work, was gonna have to cancel and that she'd catch up with me on the weekend. "Fuck", I muttered under my breath as I put my phone on the table. "Tonight not going as you expected?" one of the guys asked. "You could say that." "Well, you're welcome to join the two of us for dinner if you'd like. We were just about to order, and you've certainly had enough time to check the menu!" he replied. Why not? I might as well eat while I was there. I moved my chair & glass across as the waiter took my cutlery across. "I'm Ron, and this is my husband Damian." I must've looked shocked as they introduced themselves. "Is us being gay an issue for you?" "Oh God no, & I'm sorry if it looked like I did. It just never registered with me that the two of you were gay. I'm Josh by the way." The three of us shook hands. "No, we're not the "usual" gay guys." Damian replied, laughing. They both looked to be in their 50s to 60 and in pretty good shape. "Have you two been together long?" "About 30 years, in fact tonight's our anniversary!" "Oh God, I'm so sorry to be imposing. I'll leave you to it." "Not at all, in fact we thought it might've been fate that you sat next to us." They held each other's hand as Damian said this. "You look exactly like our son, we lost him a few years ago." It made sense given I'd only just turned 24. "I'm very sorry to hear that and I certainly hope that we can have an enjoyable night tonight then." "I won't get too crazy!" Ron replied. "I'm the one that drove here." The next couple of hours flew by in a blur of food & wine. They were the nicest guys, asking me lots of questions about my background, family & everything but whenever I tried to ask them anything about themselves, they quickly turned the subject around to me. I got to my feet to head to the bathroom & immediately stumbled. "Let's get you home!" Ron laughed. When I replied that I lived on the other side of town, they said that they lived pretty close by & that I could leave in the morning. Sounded pretty good to me. We got to their place pretty quickly, I sat in the back of the car while Damian & Ron were in the front, chatting & laughing. "Here we are, home sweet home!" I'd never been inside a gay couple's house before but it didn't seem to different to most places. Damian went to use the bathroom while Ron handed me a big glass of water. I drank half of it quickly in the hope of warding off a hangover as he watched. I saw a bunch of photos of the two of them with a much younger man who must've been their son. I could trace his deterioration through the years in the photos even in my drunken state. "This must be your son?" I asked Ron with a mumble. Everything was getting a little hazy. "Yes, that's Josh. He was such a giving young man and loved his daddies so much." I saw a photo of him with the two of them, standing proudly in his school uniform while the two of them flanked him, he looked about 15 or so. "You don't have any younger photos of him?" "Oh no," I heard a voice from the doorway. "That was around the time we first met him." "Met him? What?" I wondered as I turned toward the door. I caught a glimpse of Damian dressed totally in black leather before I passed out. END OF PART ONE

This morning a guy hit me up to fuck me, and said, “Is it okay that I have HSV (Herpes simplex Virus)? It’s dormant and no outbreak.” I replied that it would be necessary for him to use a condom, as HSV can spread virus during asymptomatic sheddiing, even when no lesions are present. I explained that because I am immunocompromised I need to take the precautions where I can. His retort was, “Don’t be a cumdump, then. Do you think everyone is as honest as I am?” First, not only am I not obliged to just accept a disease when it’s staring me in the face, as a responsible service cumdump I have a positive duty of care toward every man who might subsequently use my cunt - it’s not just a question of ensuring that I’m not knowingly exposed to HSV, it’s a question of making sure I don’t knowingly become a carrier infecting others. The reality is that HSV is so prevalent in the population, it is a virtual certainty that I have already been exposed - I’ve been fucked well over 1,000 times - even though I’ve never been diagnosed or shown ay symptoms. But I can’t knowingly simply take on the risk if it can be avoided. I’m sure it sucks for the guy to be honest and then get told he isn’t allowed to fuck the cumdump bare. I get it. I’ve faced my share of consequences for being open about my HIV status. But being a cumdump doesn’t automatically mean I have to volunteer to be a petri dish any more than I can avoid.

Older tops, particularly skilled or gifted ones, seldom have to pay for sex. Older bottoms, however, may not be so lucky.

12 by a lad a couple of years above me from my school.

i've spent NYE into New Year's with my legs in the air in a a group use setting most years. Some have been parties I was invited too--weekend long if NYE was on a Fri, Sat, or Sun--while others have been spent at sex resorts or sex clubs or bathhouses. The last few years my husband has arranged the parties we go to so all I have to so is show up strip down and be a good service bottom taking cocks and fists until the guys are satisfied.

Not only that, if you're confident in your clean-out, go ahead and push down and really open your depths up to the cock as it penetrates deeper. Pushing and releasing adds even more textures to the experience and feels amazing (I've been told on both ends though as a strict bottom I can't really confirm for tops).

I always had a great time there! had a tall muscle boy start kissing me, reached under my towel and felt the PA. his eyes got wide. he dropped to his knees and started blowing me. as soon as I was hard he backed right up on me. that hole was hot, velvety, and talented. pulled the cum out of me right there in the hallway.

i enjoy a smoke 420 get a blowjob laying back in my bed release my cum that who can own my cock anytime they wanted it need attention please

Anonymous sex with a condom just takes all the fun out of it. Nothing feels better than holding a load that you have absolutely no clue about the top.

I feel like the abuse of the of the palestinian people is more from their leaders. Those terror leaders use them as human shields, place headquarters in hospitals and schools. They stoke the extremism which in turn grows. the genocide of the Jewish people was atrocious. They were given that land, right or wrong, and they have made it better. They developed it, have water and electricity, a great infrastructure. Cross over to the other side and you have mud huts and poverty. If the Palestinian leaders wanted to get along and advance their people there would be a good chance of peace and they too could benefit from great infrastructure. Those leaders however are millionaires and billionaires, send their children to the west for education, are financed by people and governments that profit by the conflict. it’s a terrible situation all around and it saddens me greatly.

The Israeli government may not hate the Palestinians, but they certainly have abused the Palestinians for many years. As for "many of the extremists..." - That may be true, but I think you overstate the case; very few of the Palestinian and Iranian people can accurately be described as extremists of the type you describe. My opinion is that the nations of the West - aka the victors of the first and second World Wars - need to bear a good chunk of blame for having ignored important cultural and historical facts when they carved up the Middle East and created Israel. Yes, religious conflict over the region has been going on for centuries (or at least since the religions in question - all three of them - laid claim to the "holy land"), but the "solution" arrived at by the British and other nations was a disaster waiting to happen, and it's been happening ever since.

Last night I needed to get some poppers so i went to the adult bookstore not too far from my house...Decided to check out their movies and their theater....They had a deal for $10 for 4 hours you could enjoy either a gay or straight video room with others...Well I took advantage of this offer and hopped right over to the gay theater to check it out....Not too many guys there but there was this daddy there with his thick hard cock out stroking it...I happily took the seat next to him and offered him a hand...it felt good feeling that think hard cock in my hands...He looked at me and said "Boy you want to feel this cock inside you?" well I thought he meant to get down and start sucking him but he said "No, drop your drawers and bend over the bench....I want to fuck your little ass" So i gladly dropped my pants and bent over and he fucked me...it was a bit awkward with my pants around my ankles so after about 10 minutes, we stopped and i stripped down to just my jockstrap, rugby shirt, socks, and tennis shoes....Then he proceeded to ride my ass hard and deep...I could feel his cock deep inside me...Soon others were coming into the theater and instead of watching the screen they were watching me get fucked by this hot daddy....It felt soo good feeling his hard thick cock in my tight furry hole....he then asked me are you ready to take my seed. I gladly said Yes give it to me daddy and he pumped his cum deep inside me...No questions asked about status just me taking his seed deep inside my fuck hole...I came home and couldnt sleep thinking about his cock breeding my furry ass.

Chapter 2: Alec Jamie and I were on the road to my parent’s seaside unit. The drive was unusually quiet. I wondered if Jamie was thinking about our play time last night just like I was - namely, the little fantasy about pozzing him as I was frotting him. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jamie staring out of the window on his side of the car as if deep in thought. I drank in the sight of my slim nerdy partner. Even now, I marvelled at how we were boyfriend/partners. As much as I found Jamie very attractive, there was once upon a time when I would not have considered being in a relationship with someone who would only have sex with me with a condom. Life throws strange curveballs. I discovered that I was poz in ‘89. By 2000, my CD4 still remained good though the viral load kept fluctuating over the years. My doctor termed me as a long term non-progressor and I was encouraged to get on meds, but as I wasn’t progressing, I decided I wasn't in any rush. The doctors said that I should always wear a condom, even if I was having sex with other poz guys. There was a risk of cross infection from different strains of HIV. The doctors say it like it would logically act as a deterrent to raw sex - afterall, you’d think I would have learnt from the first infection. However, the only effort I put into safe sex, was if my sex partner insisted that we use a condom. Instead, the idea that a poz sex partner and I swapped DNAs, leaving an indelible mark of our viruses in each other, regardless if we were casual strangers or life partners, got my juices going. Or a neg guy who didn’t care whose loads he was taking, getting knocked up by my toxic seed, and I becoming his poz daddy. It was primal, natural and raw - re-charging strains, or knocking up someone. A heady mix of raw pleasure, intimacy, risk and danger rolled into one. When I was living in London several years ago, which had a huge sleazy gay population, my profile read “Safe Sex: never”. Despite that, there was never a shortage of guys in London willing fo fuck bare. Most didn’t ask too many inconvenient questions, all too eager to take a bare cock without question. Some would certainly be poz and not know it. Others probably still neg but their neg days were certainly numbered. On rare occasions, I might find a bug chaser who wanted me to confirm that my load was toxic. Sometimes it was meeting another poz guy, both of us throwing caution to the wind and medical advice and fucking raw, mixing our toxic strains in an evil genetic soup. Unfortunately, I had to move out of London to a small university town partly in the East Midlands. Partly to be close to my ageing grandmother who had no other family nearby, and partly because I was also offered a pretty well paid job in that region. However, it seemed like all the sleazy gay men in the UK had moved to London. There was a non-existent underground bareback scene where I was now located. I got the distinct impression I would be staked and burned if I so much as suggested raw fucking. To have any luck to get laid, I had to change my profile to read “Safe Sex: Always”. In the early days after my move, I might risk a cheeky poke and slip my cock into a bottom willing enough to let my cock slide in bare and not discuss. Unlike the guys I picked up in London, more often than not, I would illicit outrage. I guess it was true that more conservative folks tend to be out here. Gradually, I stopped trying, only going back to my wicked ways if I was up in London visiting. Meeting Jamie and getting along well with him was a pleasant surprise especially since Jamie was particularly conscientious about using a condom when we had sex. We formed a nice easy rapport quickly early in the piece, and since I more or less had to use condoms with everyone out here, he was a top candidate to be a fuckbuddy. It sounds mercenary describing this now, but that was the honest truth about how things started between us. Over time, I discovered that we got along really well, and I really enjoyed his company. I always knew that companionship was a powerful motivator, but trust me when I say that even I surprised myself when it was I who suggested to Jamie we should see each other as boyfriends, and exclusive, no less. I smiled at the memory of how Jamie’s face lit up when I proposed the idea of seeing each other. Jamie, being quite a reserved person, would probably never broach the subject first. My best friend, Chris, who still lived in London, joked that I must either be having a mid-life crisis or super desperate and/or lonely. Chris was certain that if Jamie and I met in London, I would never have asked to meet with Jamie for the first time, much less a second time because of the condom. Nothing like a best friend who knew how shallow I was. I cannot deny that Chris was wrong, but I guess fate spun things this way. Jamie and I met in a specific time in my life with a specific set of circumstances that made things right at that moment. Lack of bare sex notwithstanding, I genuinely enjoyed Jamie’s company and am in love with him. There was a certain sweetness and innocence that Jamie had that I found alluring. In a different time, I would be finding ways to lead him down the corrupted path, as I often did with previous exes or fuckbuddies. Instead, I found myself in an unfamiliar territory of being at war internally - I felt protective over Jamie, and yet I still desired to poz him. A quandary I never had before. Maybe it was moving into this small town and slipping into the facade of a responsible poz top that I was starting to believe my own bullshit. Fine, maybe I feel more for Jamie than I did my previous exes or fuckbuddies. “That’s not you, Alec. You’ll get bored of him one day,” Chris said to me not long ago. BAH! Chris was probably disappointed that Jamie would be my first boyfriend since we’ve known each other that he wouldn’t get to fuck. We were both a top & top-verse, and got off sharing our bottom boyfriends and fuckbuddies with each other. My cock turned hard at the lewd image of my sweet innocent Jamie bouncing up and down Chris’ cock like a slut while I plough Ross, Chris’ boyfriend - Chris and I churning our mixed cum in our boys, a frothy mixture of cum coating our shafts, massaging our mixed toxic cum into our boys and knobs. At the end of the session, both boys are so stuffed with our mixed toxic seed, our strains mingling with each other through our boys, before passing from our boys to ourselves. An unreachable fantasy in this instance. I can even imagine how Jamie would react if I shared this with him - turning all red and scandalised. My mind drifted back to frotting Jamie last night - it was the closest my piss slit ever got to his opening. What made it hotter was Jamie even briefly sharing his fantasy of taking my toxic load. It had almost made me lose my resolve last night and I came close to ‘accidentally’ blowing my load all over his hole and watched my juices slowly seep into his passage even though Jamie begged me not to cum over his hole. In the end, my protective feelings towards Jamie won out in the end. Unfortunately, feeling protective over Jamie was a double edged sword. My deviant mind always loved the idea of perverting my role of an older boyfriend/husband/partner, from one who is supposed to be caring, nurturing and a protective lover to my younger spouse, to that of a selfish, deviant lover, who wanted nothing more than to taint my boyfriend with my viral load and maximising the pleasure I can get for cock out of my boyfriend’s hole. I love it when bottoms lose control and beg for raw cock. For the first time, I actually have someone I wanted to protect and keep myself under control and yet… I was under no illusions that my resolve is held by a thread, and the idea of giving in to my desires and losing control, or far more alluring, the idea of both Jamie and I mutually losing control… Even darker fantasies started being spun in my head. Thoughts of pinning Jamie down and ravishing him completely with my bare cock despite his protest, knocking my boyfriend up and making him completely mine. Despite all the prim and proper protestation, Jamie secretly loved me raping his hole, as he half fights and half gives in to his desire. I wondered if Jamie was aware how he whimpered louder last night every time the glans of my cock brushed against his smooth pink pucker. I would love to hear how he would cry out in pleasure when my knob breaches his hole…. My cock stayed hard for the entire drive and my boxers had several wet spots from my pre-cum. By the time we reached the unit, I had worked my horniess up to a frenzy. Stepping in through the front door of the unit, I told Jamie, “I think you should get on your knees and suck me off.” A playful and naughty grin flashed on Jamie’s face as he got on his knees dutifully and began to undo my pants. My cock sprang out, rock hard with pre-cum dripping out of the piss hole. My thick and veiny cock sticking out of my hairy crotch contrasted against Jamie with his neatly combed hair, a nerdy pair of glasses and his youthful clean shaven face. Ideas of corrupting Jamie in all sorts of manner surfaced - especially a biologically corruption. Jamie’s mouth stretched wide open to accommodate the girth of my cock and my cock throbbed in response to the slutty sight of a clean cut nerdy young man taking on my cock. His eyes held mine as his mouth worked my sex tool. It was one thing I really enjoyed about sex with Jamie, we both liked to watch each other’s expressions - as if trying to capture every micro-expression of bliss as we pleasure one another, and feeding off each other’s pleasure, a powerful mental connection that stuck in a perpetual feedback loop. “Mm, you look so good servicing my cock,” I said in a low tone, as he worked my pants down onto my ankles, then using his hands running them over my hairy thighs. He loved feeling my fur, just as I love feeling his smooth skin. I growled, “I don’t think I can wait any more - I need to fuck you. Let’s get on the bed.” We stripped naked and practically stumbled our way into the bedroom. I noticed that the built-in wardrobes beside the bed had floor to ceiling mirrored doors. I had never brought anyone here for sex before, but I was now also looking forward to watching ourselves play in the mirror with plans to update the wardrobe at home to floor to ceiling mirrored doors - what a great idea. Jamie lay back on the bed, lifting his legs up, exposing his pink smooth hole and I knelt in front of Jamie. I then lifted his arse up with my hairy paws so that his arse was close to my mouth, and he was practically on balancing his shoulders. We kept our eyes locked onto each other as I slowly moved my head down towards his hole to eat him out, never breaking our gaze. I fed on the anticipation on his face as my mouth got slowly closer and closer to his hole before he gasped when we finally made contact. I loved watching Jamie writhe as I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. His moans made me work my tongue even more. Pushing hard against his pucker one moment, before being gentle. I paused munching on his hole a moment and said, “Imagine my tongue is my cockhead, pressing against your hole.” I dove my tongue in hard on his hole and Jamie seemed to cry out in pleasure even louder than before. A sign he was more turned on, no doubt by the wicked idea planted in his head. “You like pretending that it is my cockhead working at your entrance. Imagine it is just the tip of my cock, rubbing and prodding.” “That’s so wicked, and it feels so good,”Jamie moaned, “I wish we could do it for real but it isn’t safe.” “But we can pretend,” I responded smoothly, and ate his hole with renewed vigour. My trimmed beard sanding his smooth crack raw. I decided I needed to cum to take the edge off, before I drove myself crazy. I reached for my bag to grab the lube and condom and cursed at my discovery, “Fuck, there are no more condoms left in the box.” “Oh,” I heard disappointment in Jamie’s voice - no doubt he was looking forward as much as I was to railing him. There was a slight pause, then he continued shyly as if he were confessing to one of the seven deadly sins, “How about you cum by frottage? It felt so good yesterday and that wicked fantasy you had too was very horny.” Jamie’s suggestion perked my mood. Sure, lying face down normally meant that we could not feed off each others’ expressions, but this time we have a floor to ceiling mirror which allows us to watch ourselves and see each other’s faces. Repositioning Jamie to lie face down on the bed, I rubbed a generous amount of lube between his arse cheeks and between his slim smooth thighs. I drank in Jamie’s male form before positioning myself over Jamie, my cockhead sat on his tailbone before slowly gliding down between his arse cheeks, the flesh of my knob glancing over his puckered flesh, before sliding snuggly between smooth thighs. It was a mimicry of fucking. My cock felt warm flesh engulfing my shaft but it lacked the primal edge raw fucking had: where top and bottom were completely exposed to each other of their bodily fluids and virus, where risk, danger, pleasure and intimacy all rolled into one.. I looked into the mirror and drank the sight of me above Jamie. My eyes caught Jamie’s through the mirror, he moaned, “You look so sexy, Alec - your beefy body is such a wicked contrast to mine.” “Yea? You like seeing us in the mirror? My older beefy hairy body against your younger smooth slender body?” “It looks so…” Jamie at a loss for a word before settling on, “... perverse…” “An innocent boyish looking man taken by his older animalistic looking lover? Without any context, what someone might see in the mirror would look like you’re being taken advantage of by me,” I suggested with a lot of heat in my voice. The dark fantasies during the drive snuck free and the thread holding my protective feelings snapped away. It would be so easy to overpower my slim slender boyfriend with my beefy bear form and bury my cock deep in him and plough him. A simple matter to pin him down, change the angle slightly of my cock slightly and we would be joined, forever making him as mine, giving him his first poz load. My body subconsciously began to shift the angle of my body lower relative to Jamie’s - this changed the angle of the thrust bit by bit. I discovered my unconscious movement when my cockhead wasn’t gliding smoothly across Jamie’s arse crack. There was a distinct sense of a bump on my knob’s trail down to between his crack. As if a portion of my knob got caught in Jamie’s hole before the force of my thrusts knocked it out. “Ohhhhh, it feels so good, how your cock feels like it is briefly caught in my hole without entering,” Jamie moaned. Hearing his delight, I shifted down a bit more and his pucker captured my knob even more without it slipping in. Teasing Jamie was also teasing myself. I fed into Jamie’s pleasure, relishing how tantalizing close we were to fucking, “Yea, it feels good for me too, Jamie - love hearing how you moan everytime my cock get briefly caught on your hole.” I found myself again angling myself even lower to “catch” onto Jamie’s hole more and he moaned even louder. As I lifted my cock up to the top of his crack, I noticed the slightest, almost imperceptible movement by Jamie lifting his arse ever so slightly in response. I was rewarded with the sight of my red angry glans of my cock breaching Jamie’s pink hole when I moved down slowly and deliberately.. We both gasp in pleasure. The angle was still not right for fucking. If I pushed down or forward, my cock would come out, so I stayed still so that we remained joined by the tiniest bit. The barest of taste of my boyfriend’s bare entrance engulfing my knob. No doubt Jamie was relishing the feel of bare flesh, instead of cold sterile rubber, pushing his hole apart. My piss slit, the gateway of my toxic cum, was now within the borders of his passage. I could feel pre-cum oozing, and my cock throbbed in excitement as I pictured it dripping into my boy. My primal brain wondered if my pre-cum was poisonous enough to convert him like this. We shouldn’t be doing this. Yet neither of us moved to break free. The forbidden nature of this act was deeply arousing. We held still for several moments in silence, joined knob to hole, as if speaking would break the spell. Jamie had not said anything nor had he told me to stop but his eyes were riveted at our connection through the mirror. I was so horny and eager to properly take and possess my boyfriend. With any other guy, I would have acted even earlier to reposition myself to slide my cock all the way - not missing the window of opportunity of the lack of protest. But this was my Jamie, the monster in me somehow gave Jamie a few more additional moments to protest before I found myself repositioning myself so that I could slide my cock in all the way. No doubt Jamie could feel and see me shifting and would understand my intent. This was going to be the point of no return for us. Just as I got into position, he suddenly cried, “Please don’t fuck me without a condom.” I froze, leaving my cockhead clasped by Jamie’s hole. I looked back at Jamie through the mirror, his eyes had a look of panic, but I could see he was fighting desire. There was a wave of disappointment and I wouldn’t deny that the temptation was there to just fuck Jamie anyway just like my fantasy - he would love it. But I managed to keep fantasy and reality separated like a responsible top and pulled myself out. “Sorry, Alec,” Jamie said, looking very apologetic through the mirror, but I could see relief and disappointment in his face. Maybe he did want me to take him regardless of what he said. “It’s ok, Jamie. It felt very good for me though.” To my surprise, Jamie asked shyly, “It felt really good for me too. Could we do what we did earlier - just the tip but no fucking?” My body moved without thinking, re-positioning myself smoothly. I heard Jamie whispered, “Don’t fuck me…. Please… just the tip. Oh we shouldn’t be doing this.” I was very aroused by Jamie’s desire for the tip of my cock, the thrill of the forbidden, of pushing boundaries. In one day, we went from frottage to ‘just the tip’. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before I truly get to take Jamie properly, my over aroused sex addled brain thought.. “I wouldn’t fuck you, Jamie. I promise,” I whispered soothingly. Jamie’s arsed arched up tentatively despite his protests. His body language in contrast to his words. Temptation returned - It would be so easy to fuck him. A single thrust me and I would be completely in him. I strongly suspected Jamie and I shared the same fantasy of me taking him against his consent, my cock swelling at the idea till it ached. I moved my knob very slowly in and out of Jamie - just the tip as I promised. My knob plopping out, before prodding his entrance apart, slipping in and out with mini-thrusts. We were tantalizingly close to proper fucking and love making. A little forbidden taste of each other’s bodies. Jamie moaned with delight, telling me it felt so good one moment, then begging that I not fuck him. The idea of slowly wearing down his resolve and making him lose control of his dark desires of taking my poz load titillate me. “We aren’t fucking Jamie, just the tip, I promise,” I said gently, though Jamie could see the wicked evil grin plastered on my face. “The tip feels so good. Your knob is just stretching me open, then leaving and the muscle closes up before it gets forced wide open. It feels so good. I hope it is good for you too.” “It’s great, Jamie,” I sped up my mini thrusts, Jamie’s sphincter pleasuring my knob and I felt my cum building up. I wanted so badly to blow my load into Jamie even if I wasn’t balls deep in him. “Where do you want me to cum?” I shouldn’t have to ask Jamie - I knew he wasn’t ready for me to cum in him yet. Yet, an evil part of me decided that I would blow my load inside Jamie if he did not answer my question - to hell with positive consent. Would he even hear my question amidst our moans? There was a long pause, as if Jamie was debating this internally before he finally said, “Please cum outside of me.” I was so close to blowing my load inside Jamie, but I pulled out immediately. The first volley of cum shot onto his slightly stretched hole before I managed to deposit the rest of my cum on his lower back. “Your cum is searing hot— ugh–” Jamie’s cries of orgasm joined mine. Did my cum hitting his hole tipped him over the edge? When we both finished cumming, I looked at the single glop of cum painted onto his twitching hole, imagining his hole drinking in my juices and my seed dripping ever slowly down his passage. “Could you get a towel to wipe off your cum, please?” Jamie asked, breaking me from my daydream. “Of course,” I said, grabbing a towel wiping the spunk off his lower back first before slowly wiping the spunk off his hole. “Do you think I’m still ok?” Jamie asked quietly as if lost in his thoughts. “You’ll be fine, Jamie. There was a lot of lube - I’m sure there was no torn flesh,” I said soothingly. That is why I prefer spit. Sure, prep is a lot easier with lube - but spit, it dries quicker - it is all natural. A chafed cock and a torn hole - as we fuck, bits of blood and cum mingling, the perfect swapping of body fluids. And lube tastes horrible. Silence draped the air for a few breaths, then Jamie continued softly, “I thought you were going fuck me anyway even though I told you not to. The worst part of it all was a part of me would have been so turned on if you had fucked me anyway even though I said no.” “Are you sharing that with me because you want me to fuck you even if you say no?” I asked playfully, mentally filing this information. “W..what? No, t..that’s not what I mean,” Jamie stammered, his face turning scarlet, “Only that I find the idea horny.” “You better not share that with me, Jamie. The idea turns me on greatly too - It took all my willpower not to rape you despite your protest,” I warned him in a light playful tone. Jamie bit his lip, face turning even redder, before blurting, “Gosh, I wish that didn’t sound so hot - I’m glad you are willing to protect me and keep me safe. Can we get a box of condoms tomorrow before we do something we regret?” “Of course, I’ll drive to the shops first thing in the morning,” I said.

Late night/early morning hook up - guy messaged me. He was at home, naked and blindfolded. He was about 15 minutes drive from me. I arrived, the front door was unlocked and I found him bend over his kitchen island, naked and blindfolded as described. I dropped my sweats, spit on my cock and started to tease his hole with my cock. He had a bottle of poppers on the counter so I grabbed those, took a few huffs and then held them under his nose as he huffed a few times. The only words exchanged were him saying “fuck me” after he had a few huffs of the poppers. I gripped his hips and pushed inside his decently tight hole. I pumped him hard and deep until I fucked my cum inside him, pulled out and left to go back home and catch some sleep.

**Seasons Greetings, Everyone** My eyes dart to Dad, then to Grandpa, then back to Dad; bewildered. “It’s time for you to join our little family tradition.” As Dad squats down to look me square in the eye, his robe comes wide open. No pretenses of modesty anymore. A glistening string of pearls oozes from a metal ring protruding from the hood of his cock. My breath is caught in my throat. What the fuck is going on here?! Dad pulls my head up to look me in the eye. “This is why you haven’t been allowed to come with us all these years. We had to wait until you were of age. Trust me – I wanted to bring you out here and join us much sooner.” Grandpa could see the confused look on my face. “It’s a special elixir that will make this Christmas festive.” “You’re gonna love it, Baby Bro,” Ronnie said. His body radiated a frenzied energy, as though he had seen Rudolph outside in the snow. “It’s gonna make you so…” “Zip it, Robbie,” Dad says as he reaches inside Robbie’s robe and gives his nipple a hard tweak. “Do you trust me?” Dad grabs a firm hold of my chin, directing my eyes into his piercing gaze. I am frozen in place, in shock. I want to pull my head away, but it is as though he clenched his hand around my inner being. “You have a choice,” he says. His demeanor shifts and I am taken back to my youth whenever he reprimanded me, lording his authority over me. “You stay here, go through our little ritual, and join our clan. If you stay with us, I promise you it will be the best decision you ever make. Otherwise, you go up to your room, gather your stuff, and bring it downstairs. You will be locked down in the basement, spending the rest of your time down there alone.” “Please stay, Baby Brother! Please stay! I’ve been counting down the minutes to this moment!” Robbie is practically bouncing up and down. “It’ll make sense soon enough.” Grandpa says, picking up the syringe. He strokes the side of my face. “Please stay, Baby Boy. Show Santa what a good boy you are.” “Uhhh…I guess.” What the hell was I supposed to say with their eyes staring at me intently, full of giddy hope, yearning, and Dad’s stern paternal stare?! Whatever it is they have in mind, they really want me to be a part of it. That much is abundantly clear even as nothing else makes sense. Still, the peculiar way everyone has been acting this morning has me more than apprehensive. “Good, Baby Boy! You know Dad loves you so very much and is so excited to go on this journey with you.” Just then, the front door busts open, letting in a blast of swirling snow and frozen air. “Ho Ho Hooo-oh good, we didn’t miss it!” “Papaw!” Robbie runs over to greet our great-grandfather, the eldest living member of the McKinley family. I pull my robe closed tight against the harsh wind howling inside. “We thought we would never make it.” Uncle Tom slams the door closed, bracing against the onslaught of wind and snow. Carrying a pair of bags, he stomps the snow off his boots. “Fucking storm canceled all incoming flights. We drove through the night, inching along at points. Almost thought we were going to get stranded as this second front moved in, but here we are.” “I wouldn’t miss the christening of my Baby Boy to save the world.” Papaw says, giving me one of his crushing bear hugs. “You did say yes, didn’t you, Baby Boy?” “I mean…I don’t know what I said yes to.” “To the best day of the rest of your life,” Uncle Tom says with a hug before embracing Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie. “I’m going to take our bags up to our room. Don’t start without me.” “Wouldn’t dare, Big Bro,” Dad says, kissing Uncle Tom as he passes by. I am thoroughly confused…especially as I adjust my hardening cock to conceal it in my robe. I’ve known for a while I’m attracted to boys. No, take that back, men. My classmates never did it for me. But their dads… But my own dad?!? I look over to see Grandpa remove his green velvet vest, revealing the expanse of salt-and-pepper fur covering his chest. A pair of silver rings adorn his nipples. Dad shucks his robe and I see he has a similar, but smaller pair of rings. I look to my left. Robbie the same. “Like the rings, Baby Boy?” Dad reaches out and puts one hand on Robbie’s chest, the other on Grandpa’s and starts rolling the rings in his fingers. “You’ll get yours soon enough. And many more.” I notice a glint from below. Metal also adorns the heads of their cocks as well, increasing in size with each generation. Grandpa’s has to be as big around as my pinky! Dad and Uncle Tom’s the size of a pencil; Robbie’s a little smaller than that. “Now it’s official,” Uncle Tom announces, bounding the stairs. Not only does he have a set of rings matching the rest of the men in my family, but he’s also got one in his nose. “Almost forgot.” Papaw reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out another set of rings and hands them out. Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie proceed to put them in their noses – again tapering in size from generation to generation. “I’m so proud of my boys.” What portal into the Twilight Zone did I enter this morning? And why am I so aroused? “We put them in this time of year as a reminder of our bond.” Grandpa stands behind me and grabs the shoulders of my robe and slips it down my body. “And to remind everyone of their place in my hierarchy.” Papaw reaches up and grabs Grandpa’s nose ring, pulling him in for a kiss. “Today, you earn yours.” Papaw turns his attention from me to his duffel bag, pulling out a set of orange-capped needles, setting them on the end table Dad moved to my side. He then pulls out a small, black case. Inside is a small vial with even more needles. Robbie rubs his hands together again. “Okay, Baby Boy. Why don’t you climb into the sling?” Dad pats the suspended sheet of thick leather. They ease me back onto the cold leather slab as the fire crackles in front of me, radiating heat. A stark contrast to the snow accumulating outside in the winter wonderland. It’s surprisingly comfortable; like a small hammock. I hear Papaw rummaging through his bag. He pulls out a mass of black leather and metal. “This will keep you safe and secure.” He passes one to each of the others standing at either corner of the frame. “It’s not too late, Baby Boy.” Dad stands in front of me, placing a hand on my shivering belly. “The choice remains yours. Stay and accept what’s coming or be banished to the basement and ostracized from the clan; never welcome back for another Christmas again.” All my life I admired the bond between these special men in my life. Try as I might, I just couldn’t seem to penetrate their inner circle to feel truly a part of the group. I was super jealous when they came home three Christmases ago. I could tell, in the moment I first saw he and Dad interact - I was now the lone outsider. If this was my one chance to join the camaraderie, I wasn’t going to let that window close. We lock eyes. The crackle of energy is palpable. He stares into my soul, and I can feel him connect, locking on tight. I nod my head, unable to form words. “That’s my Baby Boy!” Dad picks up his mass of leather. The four of them shackle my wrists and ankles. I am tethered to the chains, minus my right arm. Papaw takes Dad’s place in between my legs. “Give me your right arm.” He grabs hold, rotating it, wrist up. Grandpa rips open a small packet with a white square inside. The smell of rubbing alcohol fills my nostrils. He wipes the inner crook of my arm. Papaw uncaps the syringe, eyeing the tip and rotating it to his satisfaction. He leans in and I feel the prick of the needle. Robbie holds a tight grip on my wrist. “Look at me, Baby Boy.” I turn to face Papaw. His face has turned sinister, almost scary. “You no longer have any say what happens to you this weekend. Or for the rest of your life, really. I own you now. Merry Fucking Christmas, faggot. And welcome to my clan.” After Papaw pushes the contents of the needle into my arm, Robbie swiftly pulls my wrist back and locks it into place above and behind me then grabs the alcohol square and presses on the injection site. The four men circle the sling, looking down at me with eager anticipation and sadistic grins on their faces. Robbie rubs his hands together. They all look like they’re expecting something to happen and for a second I wonder what it’s all about. And then it hits me. First, the bottom of my throat sends me into a convulsive coughing fit. I try to bring my hands to my face to cover the coughs, but only meet resistance. “What did you give me?!” As the coughing fit subsides, my breathing becomes shallow. I panic, gasping shallow breaths. “Shh, Baby Boy. Just ride the wave of me taking control of your body from the inside,” Papaw says, nodding to Dad who reaches around from behind, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. The only way I can describe is like a smoldering sheet of paper burning from the outside in, consuming it. An electric heat spread through my body, consuming my insides as it worked its way through my system. The burning came to completion, tickling and tantalizing my asshole. I wriggle and write in the sling. I try to pull my hands free to touch myself; my cock, my face, my stomach; to touch ANYTHING! “You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, Baby Boy.” Dad’s pinch on my nipples dug deeper as he twisted and pulled.” “Oh Dad…” “Merry Christmas, faggot. Now give yourself over to Papaw like the rest of us.”

There are ways for a Top that unloads too quickly to postpone the ecstasy (not the drug) of Breeding a Hole. One is to pull out and lather the Hole with your tongue. Another is to pull out, but keep your Cock on the Hole, not in it. Exchange some "Breed-talk". Praise the bottom's Hole, endorse his cumdumpery, and whatever other depravity comes to mind. That can extend the Top's rutting time, and help postpone the actual Breeding. Works for me sometimes, anyway ...

Justin Richmond VA 23219 N 9th St & Broad St Telegram: @SouthernChase Text: 3196219796

God knows what time of the night - or morning - it was now. I was up on a small stage in a rather dingy basement club, currently squatting down with two enormous cocks in my hole. By this point I was so used and stretched out that, while feeling pretty stuffed, I wasn't in any pain from the double penetration. The pierced guy was next to me holding on to my big silver chain, which they had attached to a hoop on a big wide leather collar they had put me in. My wrists were back in the restraints from earlier in the day, only this time they had been clasped closely together in front of me using my chunky bracelet as a connecting double chain. I was otherwise just wearing a black leather jockstrap the guys had given me, and my own Timberland boots. Prior to being in this position, but after having been taken doggy style on a fuckbench by a whole succession of men, I had been lying in a sling and looking up at the boots worrying about the numerous cum stains possibly ruining them. Strange to be focusing on an issue like that while load after load of toxic splooge was being ejaculated into me by a horde of bears. They weren't completely ruthless, allowing me regular gulps of water, and even taking me upstairs a couple of times for a cigarette break. During these breaks some fellow smokers among them chatted to me in a casual, friendly way that seemed at odds with the role I was playing tonight. The role I guess I would be playing a lot more from now on. I just went with the flow, deciding that I would properly go home on Sunday and start to deal with all of this then. I guess I would have to start by finding a new place to live. Maybe some new clothing. How the mind wanders once the sex has been going on for a while. The double-fucking was a new experience to me, but after the initial pain of the first go, I was actually pretty into it. In a life that was clearly now going to be driven by a need for cock, getting two of them at once was actually a pretty efficient way forward and one I would be repeating for sure. I would have to buy some bigger toys to keep me in shape. As the two guys in me sped up to a faster rhythm in anticipation of gifting me again, something caused me to turn my head a bit. There I could see the pierced guy's partner holding up a phone and filming me, but rather than be as horrified as I had been earlier on today, this time I just looked straight at the lens as I bounced up and down. "Yes lad" said the pierced guy from next to me. "Show all those hungry fuckers at home what they're missing." I started bouncing a bit hard, then decided to properly go for broke. "No-one needs to miss out on anything" I said, loud enough that I thought it would be picked up over the noise in the room. "My arse is open to any guy that wants it." "Yeah?" said the pierced guy, playing along. "Yes" I almost growled, really starting to hammer myself up and down. "No load refused." "Old, young, fat, thin, clean, diseased" the pierced guy reeled off. "You'll take them all, right?" "I'll take them all" I shouted, slamming myself down onto the cocks in my hole, pushing their bearers over the edge. I panted heavily while staring at the phone. "My name is Christian Berg, I'm straight, my arse is full of poz cum, and I will take any load." A round of applause went up from the rest of the guys in the room, and after filming for a moment or two longer, the pierced guy's partner lowered the phone. "Good lad" whispered the pierced guy, having bent forward so he was next to my ear. "That's the way to end a live stream." I bowed my head, continuing to pant as I felt the cocks in me slowly begin to soften. There was still a lot of energy in the room, so I didn't expect this to be ending anytime soon. However, it did feel like something else had just ended. I had not attempted to hide my face. I had used my real name. I was going to get found out, and it was not going to be pretty. Still, I would surely have some time to prepare for that. It was only then, as his partner approached us and got into the better light over the stage, that I recognised the distinctive blue/white stripes and yellow lion insignia on the case of the phone he had been using to film. IFK Gothenburg official merchandise. Just like the case my grandfather had bought last time I'd gone over to visit. Oh fuck, that was my phone...

I woke up during the late afternoon, and hauled myself off the bed. I padded through to the bathroom, took off the leather restraints and got into the shower for the second time that day, this time to clean up the remnants of the latest set of guys to use me. Once finished and towel-dried, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for a while. There I was, still the same guy on the outside, but now changed in so many other ways. No longer a straight guy who liked to have some fun with other men between relationships. Probably on my way to having HIV. Happy. Yes, happy. A man who is attracted to women should not be pleased about resigning himself to a life of being used by other men, but I could not deny that the decisions I had taken over the last few hours had calmed something inside me. Maybe, I wondered, this was a sign that I wasn't so straight after all, if I ever was. But yet, even in that moment of staring at whoever it was I had become, I could not deny that it was women who got me aroused. I chuckled to myself as I thought of what a psychoanalyst would do with someone whose wiring was so clearly messed up. Then there was the virus. I don't know how many of the loads I had taken on the heath had been toxic, but every single one that had gone inside me in that bedroom this morning had been. My hole had been roughed up by all those piercings, and I could not see how I was headed for anything except conversion. I had heard about some sort of drug that you could take, a bit like a morning after pill, but it did not seem to register that this was an option for me. I was going to become poz, and that's all there was to it. This was all a bit too much to think about, so I shook my head and then looked around the bathroom. I was pleased, perhaps a bit surprised, to see my watch, chains, wallet and other bits still sitting on the countertop where I had dumped it all while my clothes were put into the machine, so I re-blinged and then carried the rest back out into the bedroom. It was then that I noticed my clothes neatly folded on a chair, so clearly one of the hosts had slipped in while I was passed out. That was sweet, I thought. I got myself dressed, and then decided to open up the doors into the garden so I could have a cigarette. I wasn't sure where my hosts were, but a bit of nicotine was needed before I headed upstairs to investigate. I should probably go home too, I decided. I enjoyed the smoke in the warm afternoon sun, so lit another shortly after. Once that was done, I went back through the bedroom and upstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, the pierced guy emerged from what I could see was a big kitchen. "Ah, there's our juicy cumdump" he said, smirking at me. "Hi" I said. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Not sure" I replied. "A bit sore." "Well, not too sore I hope" he said, his expression now taking on a bit of a leer. "We have plans for you." "You do?" I asked, rather hesitantly. "Hell yes" he said. "The video from this morning are already very popular, so you're much in demand." "Video?" I croaked. "Oh yes" he said, grinning. "Every moment was captured and live-streamed, and the recording has got very popular in even just a few hours." I gulped. OK, it was one thing to have submitted myself to that gangbang, but another for it to be out there in full public view. "You...you filmed it?" I asked. "Can...can you see my face?" "Of course" he replied, as though it was nothing. "Pozzing videos are always more popular when you can see the bottom accepting their fate." At this point I mentally shut down. Somewhere, out there, was a video showing me willingly taking toxic load after toxic load. Whatever hazy plans I may have had about keeping my new life from my friends and family, there was now a good chance that my cover was going to be blown. My cousin, my sister's brother-in-law, even one of the two gay guys on my football team. Any of them could be into this stuff. "What's more" the pierced guy continued, "we've had an offer in from an acquaintance of ours who rather enjoyed having something to watch with his lunch." "What kind of offer?" I asked, glancing back up at him after staring at the floor for quite a while. "Well, he's got a load of guys assembling at his club tonight for a bit of fun together, and he thinks you will be the perfect star attraction." He paused, perhaps waiting for me to say something. "You know, sort of a live-action sequel to this morning." "Oh god" I sighed, looking back down. "You said you were free all weekend" he suggested. "No real reason to leave those guys unsatisfied, is there?" "I was going to go home" I mumbled. He walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son" he said, causing me to look up at him. "You bent over a log on the heath and took what was coming to you for hours last night. You didn't fight when we suggested you lie down on the bed and take on another group of men this morning. This is who you are. Just embrace it." "I'm straight" I croaked out. "Yeah, well, boo for you" he said, smiling warmly at me. "You're a cumdump, soon to be a poz cumdump. Anything else is just a distraction." I stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked back down to the floor. "Good lad" he said, patting my shoulder a couple of times. "Now, seeing as you're not going anywhere, why don't I make you a drink or two before we get you ready for tonight." "I'm hungry" I said, still looking at the floor. "For food" I added, feeling I needed to clarify what I meant. "OK" he said, "but we can't be filling you up, not with what you've got ahead of you." He turned and went back into the kitchen, and I paused for a moment before following him in to see his partner sitting at a big glass dining table reading a newspaper. "We on?" he asked, looking up at the pierced guy. "We're on" he replied, grinning at his partner. "Good lad" said the other, turning to looking at me. Good boy. Good lad. I was starting to feel like a pet dog to these two. But hey, I guess that's what I was sort of becoming...

I’d say as of now @partying.hard is my BZ crush. Would love to have just one weekend with him where we PnP the whole time and I’m literally just a hole for him. Plus reading a lot of his posts on here make my hole twitch. 🤤

Love this! One of the best stories on this site!

Damn I love a good gloryhole session, it's like a slot machine for sluts!

Part 3: Homecoming ”David! David! David!” My mom had looked like she aged 20 years since I last saw her. She was noticeably more raspier than she was when I last saw her and the distinct smell of cigarette smoke wafted in the air around her. When she finally saw me she hugged me so hard I thought she was trying to break me in two. “David you look well and I can’t believe that my baby boy is finally home,” she said hugging me. “Hi mom it’s good to see you too.” I couldn’t help but notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. It had been little over 10 years since I had seen her in person. We had only been speaking to each other again for the last three years. For the both of us it was a bittersweet moment. For all the fighting and hatred that we both inflicted on one another it felt like those times would become a distant memory. As I grabbed my things my mom insisted on her putting my things in the trunk of the car, but I told her, “mom I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to load my own luggage.” As we pulled out of the station onto highway 320 she leaned over and said to me, “I’m so happy that you are finally home again, and I can speak for both me and your father we are both happy to have you home.” I was kinda taken aback that my father was looking forward to me coming home, because we had essentially only communicated through head nods. So I had to ask the question on why she was so insistent on me coming home, but her reply really caught me off guard. “Well I suppose I can tell you. Baby boy the doctor’s found a lump in my right breast. The lump was cancerous, and it has spread to other parts of my body. I didn’t want to go another few months without seeing you and I needed to make peace with you. I needed to bury the past so I could spend my remaining days and weeks with you.” The news that the woman who raised me was in the winter of her life really took me back. “Have you gotten a second opinion on this? Have you visited the cancer center at UT? How long have you known?” I said this with tears pouring out of my eyes. She sighed and said, “I’ve only know for about two months now. My doctor her sent me to ETSU and then down to UTK to see their doctors on how to go after this. Everything they looked at was either going to prolong the inevitable and would rapidly deteriorate my quality of life. So I choose to make myself as comfortable as possible. Your father has been taking care of me as much as he can, but he’s been battling his own issues. So we’ve taken on a hospice nurse to help him with my care. I’m not entirely gone yet, but things have gotten a lot harder for me to deal with. It’s only a matter of time.” For the remainder of the car ride to my parent’s house, I just sat there in stunned silence. My mom knew that the news was a lot, and she was kind enough to let me have some space to think. That car ride was the longest ride of my life, however the entire journey from the station to my parent’s home was only a 30 min drive. We finally pull in and the house that I had grew up in looked the same as it was when I last seen it. I had so many good memories there. Ranging from the first time I learned how to ride my bike to me figuring out that I was a gay ole country boy. I found that out thanks to a neighbor kid named Corey who would come over from time to time to “sword fight” and to make out with one another. Eventually he would be my first lover and the person who would take my virginity. Of course that happened at his house as his parents were mostly not home after school. So we had ample opportunity to explore. I walked into the house for the very first time since 2009 and I immediately noticed all of the family portraits on the wall. I also noticed that my mom had framed several of my newspaper stories. This ranged from my first story with my high school newspaper to my first story with the Capitol Journal. For me seeing that part of the wall gave me pause, and maybe rethink how my parents felt about me. Did they actually feel proud of me or were these put up prior to my visit, but I’m more inclined to believe that they were actually proud of me. As I was looking at these framed items on the wall, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was text from JD saying he made it to the resort. I texted him back saying I had made it safely to my parents house. He then sent me a picture from his room with a breath taking view of the mighty Great Smoky Mountains. He captioned the photo with, “what a great view. I hope to share it with you sometime this week.” I smiled and replied back with, “It could happen sooner rather than later.” Just as I was hitting send, my father walked into the living room. He had gotten more heavier set than he was when I last saw him. He was definitely showing his age, but what I didn’t expect was for him to grab me and give me the biggest hug of my life. It was at that moment I broke down in tears again, with him crying into my shoulder. All he kept saying was, “I’m sorry son,” over and over again. I kept telling him it was okay, but I believe the last decade of guilt had finally made him crack. After our tearful reunion, he motioned me over to the couch. The couch was the same one that he used to read me stories about Robin Hood and King Arthur. He pulled this old looking photo album, and he handed it to me. “Every since you left, I wanted to keep a memento of the work you did from your college paper to your current work with the Capitol Gazette. So I saved every article here in this photo album. I wanted to have this so I can look at all the amazing things that you have done, because you have made me proud. I know we didn’t speak for a long time, but I wanted to let you know is that I’m sorry son. I should have accepted you sooner than I did, but sometimes it takes me an old fool like me to loose something to realize just how important you were to me.” I stared in amazement that after all these years my own father has finally accepted me for well being me. I looked at him and I said, “Thanks dad. I missed you too.” Right when I said that a man walked out of the kitchen. It was to my surprise that it was my childhood friend Corey. When he saw me he was like, “well look who the cat drugged by.” I laughed and said, “well you haven’t changed a bit.” I got up and hugged him. My mom tapped me on the shoulder and said, “David let’s go put your things up. We can catch up some more after you have settled.” As I went to grab my things Corey offered to help me with them. So he followed me down to my old childhood bedroom and as soon as the door closed I was immediately fixed on him. He literally hadn’t aged a day, and he was just as beautiful from the last time I saw him. I could see his semi growing in his scrubs, but I had to resist the urge to pounce on him. As we were unpacking my things he quipped, “Man I have so many memories in this room. Especially all those times we used our dicks to pretend we were sword fighting.” I laughed and said, “yea I do remember that very fondly. So just out of curiosity, how did you get to become my parents hospice nurse?” He replied, “Well I had been working as a traveling nurse for a while, and when my mom got sick I came back and took care of her. After she passed, I decided to go into hospice care. I got assigned here because it’s obviously close to where I live, but your mom and dad were there for me when mom died. So naturally it was a good fit.” I missed a lot over the years and I knew I wanted to get looped in. So I asked him if he wanted to hangout the next day just to catch up, and he said yes enthusiastically. In fact I’m pretty sure he was wanting to catch up both literally and physically. I however wasn’t opposed to him catching up with me physically. If memory serves me correctly, his dick was uncut and thick. Not to mention he was definitely a shooter so I’m pretty my ass was going to get coated with cum, if we got that far. So I had that to look forward to the next day, and thank god I brought my supplies to prepare. First off I want to thank everyone for your kind words and support for this story. It’s definitely my first time writing something like this. I’ll definitely improve over time, but I wanted to tell a well rounded story. Things will get to become more interesting starting in the next part especially for David. Who doesn’t know he’s on the journey to joining the brotherhood.

It depends. I've got a wide range. Fortunately, I can stay hard for as long as I like (provided I don't drink any beer!) so there's no need to rush. At the low end sometimes all we've got is a few minutes because the guy is sneaking in a fuck the gf won't know about on his way home from work, or we've cruised each other and need to do it fast while we're alone. I can get the job done in less than five if needed. The best fast fucks are intense and animal like with no chat or messing around. Often I don't say a word, or nothing after 'hey'. If we're going to do it like dogs and go from seeing each other to immediately fucking there's no point getting all chit chat. It's physical. It's easier to show a guy what I want and it happens quickly. It's always a huge orgasm when it's been a quick fuck. At the high end I've had experiences with guys where they sit in my lap, my dick inside them, and we just hang out enjoying the feeling. Relax, kiss. No pumping, no trying to cum. Just me inside him. Nothing happens right away, but it gets more and more intense as all the little feelings get stronger. This can be 30 minutes, 45, nobody's counting, that's not what it's about. But it's a long time and you bond and get a kind of intimacy that doesn't happen any other way I know about. When I move, even a tiny bit, he responds. If my dick throbs he tightens, which makes me throb more, and it keeps growing. At first you get really relaxed, but at the feelings grow it gets intense until you cum.

PART 22 The room was very small, maybe 10 feet by 8 feet, so it was very easy for him to nudge me towards the bed. He pulled what i recognized as a poppers bottle out of his waistband and set it on top of the small locker next to the bed. Within seconds his towel was off and he tossed it on the bed and reached down to undo my towel. It was not very bright in the room but i could take a longer look. His short spat and pepper hair was thinning and his cheekbones were more prominent because he was so thin. I couldn’t decide if he just looked runner thin or sickly. He was on the edge of the two. I let my eyes drop past his flat chest and lean waist and that’s why i finally saw his cock. He was semi hard, but even semi hard he was big. I couldn’t wait to see it rock hard. What really struck me though was that if his cock was big, his balls were huge. His sac was loose and in it, hung these two orbs that looked almost as big as eggs. How much cum must balls that huge produce? He quickly got my towel open, as i sat on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. He grinned as he looked down and closed the distance between us. His cock was now inches from my face and he began to gently stroke it. I was very very aware that we had spoken maybe ten total words. It turned me on even more. I was in a room with a hot older guy naked and watching him stroke his beautiful penis. And it was getting harder. That big mushroom tip. Thick veiny shaft so rigid. My mouth opened as i leaned forward and with my tongue outstretched, took the head into my mouth. It laid in my tongue as my lips wrapped around it and i felt him push forward as he fed me his shaft. I concentrated on relaxing my throat and used my tongue to work his cock as he began to gently pump my mouth. I could feel him fumbling for something and looked up to see him holding the popper bottle as he brought it down to my nostril and pushed the other side shut as i instinctively huffed. His Dick never left my mouth as he switched sides and i took another deep hit. As the poppers hit, so did my need to have all of his cock in my throat. I put all of my effort into accepting it and soon had his shortly cut pubes pressing into my face. Again and again i pushed myself all the down on eight solid inches of man cock and gagged myself. I was drooling spit down my chin and just loving worshipping his cock. He took turns fucking my face and letting me fuck my own mouth onto his manhood. I ignored my own rock hard leaking cock. All that mattered was this stranger’s giant penis. I wanted to please him. Finally, after a few minutes of using my mouth, he pulled me off his cock and dropped to his knees.gripping my calves, he pushed them up and out spreading me wide open with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. His head dipped down and i felt his rough beard brush my asscheeks and heard him draw a deep breath through his nose. He did it again and it occurred to me that he was trying to take in my scent. My musky ass was turning him on. And all that mattered was turning him on. When his tongue finally dipped in and brushed over my hole, i bucked. My sensitive little hole quivered and my pulsed as he worked it. I was moaning and grunting. I couldn’t help It. He was a master and seemed to truly love opening me up with his mouth. He licked and stabbed with his tongue before literally kissing and sucking at my ass lips. I was in ecstasy and pushed to try to grind my asshole into his mouth. When i wasn’t sure i could take anymore, he finally gave me a break from his tongue lashing and raised up to his feet pushing me back on the bed. He was stroking his cock and it looked like steel it was so hard, and a drop of precum was dangling off the tip. He asked a one word question, “lube?” The look of panic and confusion on my face said it all. “I didn’t think to bring any” i mumbled. He grinned again. “Well, we have poppers and spit”, he said as he spit on his hand and lubed his cock with it. I knew my hole was soaked with spit and just decided if he said it was ok, it must be ok. He tossed me the bottle of poppers and i immediately hit both sides, holding each hit in to let it soak. I started to cap the bottle but he spoke again, “two more each side. I want you fucked up” Those words turned me on even more and i complied. Forty seconds later and i was flying, eyes rolling back and jaw slack. I pulled my legs back and he crawled between them and lined his coxk up to my hole. “Have you ever got fucked before boy?” I nodded. “Yeah i could tell you were a little bottom. You want it badly don’t you?” As he spoke, he was rubbing his precum off his cock head and onto my hole. “I really really like getting fucked” i admitted. He began to push into me and i worked to relax my hole as i felt that familiar sting of a blunt cockhead pushing my ass open. “Good boy. Open up for that cock. I’m gonna give you a nice big load of cum to take home with you. You want that? Want to take my cum home inside you?” As those words came out, four inches slid into me And knocked the breath out of me. He paused as i adjusted to having him inside me before he continued to push in. “Fuck yeah” i managed to get out. “Yeah you like that don’t you. Like that raw cock don’t you? Never even asked me about condoms.” I looked up at him and nodded. “Fuck yeah boy. I’m so glad we met. I’m going to give you what you need. A huge fucking load. Is that what you want? Do you want me to cum deep in your guts? Or pull out?” For effect, he actually pulled all the way out of me. I am sure he could see the panic in my eyes as he threatened to take his penis and his cum away from me. I practically cried out, “please don’t pull out. I want it inside me. All of it.” He pushed back in and i grunted loudly as my hole opened up to accept him. Now he began to truly fuck me. He increased his thrusts and drove deeper. My hole struggled to open all the way up but he was patient and, while he made it hurt a little as he poked so deep, he did it in a way that made me want the hurt. I knew he was stabbing my guts with his cockhead, forcing me open. We soon both had a glisten of sweat and he was breathing faster and faster. Only a bottom could understand the feeling of pride and contentment i felt when he was finally all of the way inside me. Balls deep. Pubic bone pressed up against me. Eight inches of hard gay man cock inside me. He began to saw in and out in short thrusts. There was always at least six inches inside me as he drove all the way in over and over. His strokes got a little more erratic as he gripped me tightly and pulled his body closer. “I’m going to flood your hole boy. You ready? Ready to take my Cum?”, he whispered to me. “Please let me have it.”, i whimpered feeling all of him inside me so deep, that sharp stab every time he pushed all the way in. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Fucking. Take. That. Fucking. Load.” He grunted the words through clenched teeth and he pushed even deeper, if that was possible.I could feel his shaft flexing inside my hole. His cum was splattering my Guts, painting them with semen so deep inside. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him as deep as i could. Finally, his orgasm subsided and i unwrapped my legs as he pulled up and slowly withdrew his penis from my now well used butt. “Fuck boy, you are amazing. You let every guy shoot his load in you?” A little embarrassed that i was being called out for being a cum slit, i admitted that i had, but then added he was only the third guy. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “You are hiv negative aren’t you?” I replied as honestly as i could. “I think so. I... i don’t know for sure. I have only been fucked a few times by two different guys but they have hiv....” i didn’t finish the obvious thought, that i couldn’t say for sure if i was or wasn’t. I then added, “it’s only been two weeks. It just happened really quick.” He laughed and looked down at me. “Well i feel a little better that i am not the first. And since you were so honest, i will be too. You have a huge load of poz cum inside you right now. So, that’s three guys with hiv that fucked you now.” I just nodded. He reached for his towel and his poppers and looked at me again. “Are you going to hang around for a while?” I nodded. “Good. I’ll come give you another load in a little while. You want that?” And again, i couldn’t deny it, and nodded. “Good boy”, was his goodbye as he opened the door and walked out.

Chapter 2 I was going crazy sucking his cock. His precum tasted so good I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He was moaning so I figured I was doing a good job and if I got him off down my throat he wouldn’t actually fuck me. After a few minutes he tapped my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I whimpered. “Damn boy you’re a good cock sucker. Any longer and I’d be blasting my load down your throat. Can’t have that happening now can we.” He pulled me up so we were standing face to face. He leaned down and started kissing me. “Mmm son there is no doubt you have a very talented mouth. How about we see if your ass is just as good. You’ve got way too many clothes on boy strip.” Without even thinking I started taking my clothes off. I wanted to please him so bad. I took my pants off and was left standing in a just a jock. “Damn son I didn’t expect that from you.” “Sorry daddy, I was planning on checking out the park over in the next town today. I heard rumors that it was a great place to meet guys and I was hoping to suck some cock so I cleaned out just in case. Then mom waylaid my plans and had me come help you.” Oh fuck I was rambling and couldn’t shut up. I did that when I was nervous. He started chuckling. “Nothing to apologize for son. You look hot in that jock. Leave it on, you won’t be using your dick today anyway. Now turn around and bend over and let daddy take a look at your ass.” I did as instructed and could hear him growling behind him. “Damn boy I’m going to enjoy destroying that ass! Come with me let’s move this to the bedroom. Get on the bed on all fours.” I did as he instructed. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Suddenly I felt his hands on my ass and his finger lightly circling my hole. I let out a moan. Next thing I knew his tongue was licking me. “Holy shit” I screamed out. “You like that boy?” “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop please that feels so good.” He dove back in and was really eating my ass out. I was moaning and panting so hard. Soon he removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger opening me up more. “Damn you’re tight son. When was the last time you were fucked?” “Couple of years Sir.” “Damn! Why so long? Your boy pussy is begging to be used.” “I know I’m a bottom sir but it just never really felt good and hurt so much and they weren’t even as big as you daddy.” “Did they use condoms boy?” “Yes sir, always fucked safe sir.” “Hmm I think that’s the problem son. True bottoms NEVER make their tops use condoms.” “What about catching something?” “You’re negative right son? Are you on prep?” “Yes I’m neg. I was on prep a few years ago but stopped last year since I wasn’t really getting fucked.” “Mmm son you just made daddy’s dick get even harder. Do you trust me son?” “Of course daddy.” I moaned again as he now had three fingers inside me. “Have you ever had a poz cock inside your boy?” “No of course not daddy.” “See son I have a theory about you. I knew the second I saw you this morning that you were a nasty pig. You just hadn’t found the right man to show you your true nature. Bottom pigs like you son should take any load offered them and NEVER question the top. Now answer me honestly son, why’d you stop taking prep?” I was going crazy. I couldn’t think straight his fingers felt so amazing in my ass. He was totally breaking down my last barriers. “Because I secretly wanted a poz daddy to make me his boy but was too afraid to admit it sir,” I screamed out. Holy shit had I really just said that out loud. I’d never admitted that to anyone before. “Good boy I’m so proud of you! Now you have a choice son. I can remove my fingers from your ass and you can get dressed, leave and never come back or you can beg your daddy to stick his toxic cock deep inside your boy pussy and set you free. What’s it going to be boy?”