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Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.

I used to meet up regularly with a FB. But since I moved to another part of the city, we were not able to get together nearly as often. Today, out of the blue, I got a text from him saying that he was going to be near me and would have some extra time. I jumped at the chance to see him – and get fucked by him. I hadn't seen him in over a year. He told me he wanted me to wear a blindfold and be ready for him in bed. He had often had me wear blindfolds, use neckties to secure my wrists, and other hot play, so I knew he had not lost his touch. Soon, I was laying in bed in a jock and a blindfold when I heard the door open. I tingled all over. Our play was always hot and he knew how to ratchet it up. He made his way to the bedroom and I heard him taking off his clothes. He crawled in bed and we started making out. Soon, he was entering my ass raw. He fucked me for a long time, guiding me into different positions since I couldn’t see through the blindfold. At one point, he had me laying on my stomach while he laid on my back, still pushing his dick in and out of me. He reached around and felt my crotch. I was limp, so he started to pull his hand out from under me. I grabbed his had and put it back on my jock-covered crotch. He stopped for a moment and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I answered that I was enjoying it very much. And then I somewhat surprised him by telling him that I had tried to train my cock to stay soft when getting fucked. It made me feel more submissive and it showed that only his cock mattered. He seemed to like that idea. He rubbed my soft cock a few strokes and then pulled his hand out. He seemed to be no longer interested in my crotch. I victory for me. I moaned a “Yes Sir” as he removed his hand. That got me several hard poundings in a row. Sub heaven! He had been fucking me for about 45 minutes when I started begging for his cum. I wanted his load in my hole. I can’t actually feel a guy’s cum being shot into my hole very often. But I felt his cum vollies then. He kept stroking in and out, making my hole extra slippery with his cum. I was then begging for him to push his load deep in my hole. He finally collapsed on me and laid there for a minute. When he caught his breath, he rolled over onto his back beside. I pulled off the blindfold and immediately leaned over to kiss him. Once we broke the kiss, I was going to lay back down. That’s when I saw it. He had a bio-hazard tattoo just below his navel. I froze. He followed my stare down to his tattoo. He said, “Oh yeah, there’s been a few changes since we last got together.” I couldn’t move. Well, most of me couldn’t move. He finally reached over and grabbed my rock hard erection still trapped in my jock. I didn’t realize that my dick had responded. Of course, dicks don’t lie. And he knew it. He said, “Looks like your training only works when I am still fucking you. And it looks like its ok that I didn’t tell you beforehand.” I finally snapped out of my trance. I looked him in the eyes, smiled, and then leaned in to kiss him again. Once we broke the kiss, I told him that I loved him. I don’t know where that came from. But that is how I felt at that moment. I loved him. I had his toxic load in my hole, my hole that he had beat up for the last 45 minutes. I finally nodded my agreement. I said, “Yes, I want you to be my Daddy. You will have to find a way to come over more until I test positive.” He just smiled. He had me. He knew it and I knew it. I wanted him to convert me. And we were well on our way.

As I stared in shock garret began stripping his clothes off. “You see son” garret said “ about twelve or so years ago I met your mother and father. We met at a bar and I soon realized their secret, they were both bottom sluts. They would go around getting guys to breed both of them because your mom and dad are both total cum whores.” Garret got his shirt off revealing massive nipple piercings almost as big as that in his septum, along with a hairy barrel chest covered in tattoos. He grabbed my father’s head and stuffed it into his pits as he continued undressing. “They were completely willing to take my raw cock, though I didn’t tell them I was poz, and once they had a taste it was so good they agreed to be my slaves.” He said as he took his jeans off. Underneath he wore only a filthy jock that clearly had never been washed and was stretched to the edge with a massive bulge. “ both your parents couldn’t get enough, though you were so young I doubt you remember but one would take turns taking care of you for a few days while the other got high as a kite and took my toxic seed non-stop for days” he pulled the jock down revealing a nearly nine inch long soft cock, it was nearly as thick as a beer can and tattooed same as the rest of him. At the tip gleamed a massive metal piercing with two sharp spikes. He took my fathers head from his pit and forced him to his knees before shoving the massive cock straight down his throat. “Now your parents knew this wouldn’t work forever so they had to come up with something new” he said as he violently fucked my fathers throat “ they thought about divorce so one could live with me full time and the other raise you, but they love each other too much for that.” Garret said, patting my father’s head “ so they came up with an idea, tell you your mother died so that she could live with me in ecstasy, while your father raises you slowly, preparing you to become my slave.” As garret finished he pull out of my father’s throat, flipped him around and the bottomed out into his hole as my dad moaned in pleasure. I was shocked, my mom was alive and not only had she left me for sex but both my parents had given me over to this man. “Dad is this true” I asked in horror “Ah-all of-OH it fuck Luke” he moaned out “don’t-uh worry son-oh god yes - masters cock is SO FUCKING GOOD fuck, you’ll love it” he was lying on the table now moaning incoherently. “So son what do you think are you ready to become my slave and join your family” garret said I stood up to leave “fuck y-uh” I began stumbling as my head began to swim, “I wondered when the g we put in the whiskey was gonna kick in, don’t worry son you’re fine, your dad and I just wanted to make sure you were in the right mindset to convert” “What did you” I slurrd out as I clutched the table. Garret pulled out of my father and grabbed me “shh son dont you worry just come sit over here with me” he whispered leading me to the couch. As my dad went to another room. “Now son I hate to say it but you were born to be a cumslut” garret said as we sat on the couch him pulling my body into him. He turn on the tv which blared a homosexual orgy as he said “I’m just making sure you make the right choice because I care for you like you’re my own son, I mean you practically are because I’ve fucked both your parents more times than they have fucked each other.” My dad walked back into the room with a tray of crystals,powders, and syringes. He placed it on the coffee table then kneeled at garrets feet. Garret took his arm from around me and said “strip son” I thought for a second and realized I needed to see what was so special about garret, I needed to know why my parents wanted him so much. I stood up and stripped my clothes off. I was slightly hairy and had a lot of hair around my ass. Garret kicked my father in the balls hard yelling “I thought I told you to put nair in his body wash you stupid fag” “I’m sorry master” my father begged from the ground “ I did but he never left it on long enough, but it is patchier” “You’re fucking useless, you know I was thinking about letting you fuck him tonight after I break him in but after this there’s no fucking way” garret said with disdain. “Just shove some crystal in his hole already we gotta get him going” “Yes master” my father said then forced me to lean over the table before violently forcing three fingers into me. My hole burned as he quickly rammed them in and out before picking up the four largest crystals and shoving them into my ass. If I thought my dads fingers hurt, these were awful. They burned like crazy and cut up the inside of my hole. My dad then changed from the normal porn to something stranger as the burning in my ass slowly turned to pleasure then craving I heard deep voices from the tv encouraging my slutty urges as I saw whores get fucked by big burley men. I soon realized it was only one man, Garret, Master, fucking, no, owning two people I recognized closely, my mom and dad. As I watched my parents get fucked I felt a hand enter my ass with next to no resistance, followed by murmurs behind me. The murmurs however were drowned out by the voices, they told me to accept my nature, give myself over to lust, and to follow my parents footsteps. After a while I felt the hand come out of me and turned around to see my master. The man who I needed more then anything. He say like a god, his heavenly cock erect in front of him. I tried to go down to suck him but felt myself held back. My father grabbed me and held my cock out. He took a string and wrapped it tight around the base. He then took a two needles and shoved them both into my cock pushing the plungers in before ripping off the string and beating my dick for a few seconds while I felt the tsunami of ecstasy roll over me. I then knelt down to take my gods offering. As his holy cock entered my mouth I tasted my fathers blood on his cock. Master allowed me no time to adjust before slamming all 12 inches of his rock hard cock into my mouth, cutting up my throat. As master began piston fucking my throat I felt more of the crystals enter my hole, along with other powders and liquids. After who knows how long, master pulled my throat off of his cock and pulled me to his face. “You’ve done such a good job faggot” my master said “but now is the hardest part. I’m going to claim you forever. I’m not sure if you’ll remember this tomorrow because we have given you a lot of different drugs and we’re going to keep giving you more but you love it don’t you slut” he said as I tried to speak in response but my throat was too bruised so I just moaned “Good boy now hold out your arms, I like my sluts flying” I held out both my arms as he and my father put syringes into both my arms before pushing them down. At this point I barely felt the added high but would gladly take any drug master gave me. I felt master turn me around and line his cock up with my hole. Violently he slammed all the way in and as I felt my hole tear in two a mix of cum and piss shot from my cock as I felt the most intense organs of my life. After what felt like hours I heard talking behind me “oh my god is that him” I heard a woman’s voice say “it is our boy is taking master like a champ.” My dad responded. I then heard master say “ your boy is doing great Claire in fact he might end up better then you, we’ve got him flying on damn near every drug under the sun and he only wants more.” I then saw the woman walking infront of me with my father. She was a short blond wearing only a tiny dress that did little to cover her massive breasts. “Hi sweetheart” she said to me taking my face in her hand “it’s been so long but I’m so proud of the slut you’ve become” she said as she kissed me and I just continued moaning. She then took two of the syringes off the tray and asked my father “what are these hun” “Ket and Heroin darling” he responded “Oh fun” she said “put your arms out for mommy sweetheart she needs to get you higher” I did as she told me and felt another wave of pleasure overtake me as she shot the drugs into my system. My mom and dad stayed with me, continuing to give me more and more drugs as master endlessly filled my hole. When light began to shine through the windows the tray had been cleared I finally fell off masters cock. “How many loads did you give him master” my mother asked while I watched my father clean masters cock from my blood and juices. “About 20 I think, good thing I loaded up on viagra, he’s mine for sure, though lord knows what he’ll remember with all the drugs we gave him.” “Oh well if he doesn’t remember master we just get to corrupt him all over again” “Ha I suppose you’re right whore now don’t let your husband do all the work” master said as I lost consciousness. — thanks for reading at the moment I don’t plan on Claire being anything more than a watcher and encourager. If I do decide to do something with her I’ll put it in the proper forum. Just felt like this needed to be said

It all started on my 18th birthday, I had just graduated a week prior and was planning on taking a gap year to save for college. My mother had died when I was twelve so I lived alone with my dad. When I came down my dad had made breakfast and was sitting at the dinner table in only a robe. I thought it was strange because my dad was almost always fully clothed, I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years. His robe was rather loose and I could see his hairless but well muscled chest, and what looked to be nipple piercings. I could also see the edges of some tattoos but couldn’t really make them out. “There’s the birthday boy” he said getting up and hugging me “or should I say birthday adult” I was surprised when dad hugged me because he had shown me almost no physical affection ever. He just wasn’t that type of guy. “Here I am, thanks for making breakfast” I replied “You got any plans for today son” he asked, sitting back down. “I was gonna go get some food with my friends in a bit but nothing major” “Damn it’s your 18th birthday you should be out having fun, go party or hire a hooker or something” he said casually. This was getting really weird because I’d never heard my dad talk like this before. “ uh I’ll think about it I guess” I said “ I’ve gotta get going soon though so I’ll see you when I get back” “I’ll probably be out at work but before I leave I’ll try to find some old stuff your mom and I used to like when we were your age, I’m not sure where it is but I’ll probably find it by the time you get back” I got back a few hours later and went up to my room. When I got in I saw a box on my bed with a note on top. “Couldn’t find the stuff but I did find some of my old porn mags and thought you’d like them, the stuff from your mom is somewhere in the attic so feel free to look yourself” My straight laced quiet dad had given me his porn mags. What had happened to him, he was a totally different person than he was yesterday. As I opened the box it looked like normal porn from the 90s but it got weirder towards the bottom. Magazines of women being fisted or ones of girls fucking guys with dildos, at the bottom there was one that was all hairy men in leather gear. What the fuck, my dad had a collection of weird porn magazines and decided to give it to me. I was weirded out but also started to get a little hard. I took my pants off and began stroking my cock. I started looking at the magazines of girls getting fisted but eventually made my way to the leather men. I had never really thought of my sexuality but guessed I was bi. As I got close to cuming I noticed the final pages of the magazine were stuck together. As I pulled the apart some flaky dust fell out and I saw a picture of a big hairy man fucking a hairless one with the caption convert him. At that moment I came straight into the magazine. I looked at the dust and then realized it was my dads dried cum that was lying on my chest. I brushed it off as quickly as I could and stuffed the magazines back in the box. I soon heard my dad get home and him yell “ luke come down here!” “What’s up dad” I asked as I walked downstairs “I managed to get us a reservation at Mark’s steakhouse for your birthday dinner tonight we’re leaving in an hour” “Ok I’ll go get dressed” I replied going back to my room. An hour and a half later we arrived at the restaurant in dress clothes. As we walked in a giant man with a large spiked septum piercing and several tattoos visible at the edges of his shirt was walking out with a woman in a tiny dress who looked like she was tweaking out. “Matt how are you” he bellowed at my father as he went in for a hug. He squeezed my father’s ass hard and pulled my dad into him. “I’m better now sir” my dad responded as the man let go after a few seconds. “This here is my son Luke” he said pointing at me “Luke this is garret” “Hi there son” Garret said pulling me into a tight hug. “He’s one of the closest people I know and I think you’ll be getting better aquatinted with him soon” my father said “Well it’s good to see y’all but I have to run this slut is getting real horny” he said as the woman with him was practically humping his thigh “Nice to meet you” I mumbled in response as Garret left. “ hmm he’s got a needy one tonight” my dad said absent mindedly as we went to our table. We spent most of the dinner making pointless small talk until out of nowhere my dad said “so Luke how’d you like those porn magazines I left you, you know when I was your age I can’t even remember how many times I beat my dick to those” as casually as if he were asking about the weather “Uh they’re good I guess thanks” I replied awkwardly “ I’m glad to hear it you jerk off to them yet or do they not compare to your internet porn” he said chuckling to which I just shrugged “I’m just fucking with you I love me some good online porn too the magazines only show so much” dad said “Hmm” I responded shoving more food into my mouth Dinner continued on as normal as if he had not just asked what porn I liked. When we finally went home I went straight to my room hoping to avoid any more awkward conversations. A few hours later I went downstairs to get a snack when I heard noise coming from the movie room. I went to check it out and when I got to the ajar door I saw a girl getting fucked on the big screen. What shocked me more was that my father was not masturbating to it but rather riding a massive dildo with his phone in one hand and a brown bottle in the other. “ yeah she’s a total keeper but you should chill her on the chems she looks half dead, you gotta make sure she can still feel you monster cock sir” my dad said into the phone. That’s when I realized the girl getting fucked on the screen was th one garret took home from the restaurant and garret was the one fucking her. “If you’re done with her I’ll come over right now sir” my dad said, standing up off the dildo revealing a massive stretched hole.it looked as if his hole was tattooed along with a trampstamp I couldn’t make out. I ran back to my room and eventually went to sleep. I woke up at 5 am when dad was sneaking back into the house looking sweaty and unkept. That afternoon my father said to me “oh by the way son, garret will be joining us for dinner tonight” “Oh ok” I responded, unsure of what was going on. A few hours later garret arrived wearing a t shirt and jeans, confirming my theory he was covered in both hair and tattoos. He stood at about 6’5 dwarfing my 5’10 father and me, being 5’7 on a good day. The jeans he was wearing showed off a massive bulge that looked almost too big to be real. When garret arrived he gave my dad a long hug and me a shorter one. He went to the kitchen with my father to check on the food while he asked me to “go pour us some whiskey son, get a glass for yourself too” I was taken aback but my father simply nodded at me and went to the kitchen, being guided by garret as if he were deeply familiar with our home. I walked the drinks into the kitchen where I found Garret standing right up behind my father as they both gripped the counter. I sat down at the bar across from the counter and passed them the drinks. “Thanks son” garret said as my father simply grunted in response. “Don’t be rude Matt” Garret said pushing him forward a bit as my father let out a deep sigh. “Uh thank-uh you-o” my father struggled out. “Uh yeah of course” I replied as I decided whatever was going on in the kitchen was too weird and moved to the table. Garret came over a minute later and my father followed with the food. Garret mostly made small talk with my dad and me, until the topic of the steakhouse came up. “How’d you like Mark’s last night, son” Garret asked me “It was pretty good I’ve been there before but not much” I responded “That’s good me and the owner Clark go way back almost as far as me and your dad” “How long have you two known each other” I asked “About twelve years I’d say” Garret responded as my dad nodded. “Oh cool, so was that woman with you last night your girlfriend” I asked trying to see what my dad had been doing last night. “Oh Christi no she just some slut that I own, like your father” he responded casually “Huh” I asked unsure of what I just heard “Oh right your father still hasn’t told you, he’s my faggot slave, strip slut and show your son what you are” he said to my dad “Yes master” my dad said standing up. As he began taking his clothes off I realized not only did he have massive nipple ring, but he also had a tattoo on his shaved crotch that said “property of Master Garret” with a lock under it. Under the tattoo was another shock as I saw my father was wearing a chastity cage. “See he’s totally obedient, he even is totally fine with me making you into one of my slaves, in fact he loves the idea don’t you faggot” “Yes master please own my son and give him your toxic seed like you did to me and his mother” my dad said What the fuck did my mom have to do with this, she died in a car accident 6 years ago.

I went out on Monday night around town, starting out slowly as I wanted to pace myself, as this was the first time I’d experienced a true 24-hour drinking session since the law was passed here in the UK. I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot. The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TVs playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want. As I walked in they were barebacking each other, which got me mega hot. This was a private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it. After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze. In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from a guy who I didn't especially like, but I was horny and…well, yeah. The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck. At about 3:00 A.M. I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Trades Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so. We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut down. By about 5:00 A.M. it was packed. Now, Trades Hotel is a cheap men’s hotel. It is renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning. One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy. Without even thinking about it… I blurted-out "Do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, which I did. I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube. I think this was around 5:20 A.M. The next memory I have is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, with a horrible head ache, spread-eagle on the bed, a guy ramming his cock into my hole. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:45 A.M.! SHIT! What had happened? Then I came aware of the state of my hole. It was so sloppy, sticky, and sore, obviously not from one guy. I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped. I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms and a demonic sort of grin and stare. I guess I made a good decision. He pulled out of me and we chatted for a while. I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened. He just smirked and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side table. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka, so I know I hadn’t ordered it. Then he asked me “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?” I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing. I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it? We exchanged telephone numbers, I made my excuses, stood up and left, spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took. Man, I’d been abused BIG time. In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what the night's activities as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies. I dropped the guy a text and asked what exactly had happened. He just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads, and gave out the room number! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember. God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me. There was young guys to filthy old men at the Trades - some guys who were very appealing, and some I wouldn’t dream of fucking with - skinny, fat… you name it, they were there. I’ve fantasized about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it. Common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not corpus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!

Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.

It's not the size or your dick, it's what you do with it that interests me. I've been fucked by guys with less than average size cocks and they have reached parts other cocks haven't. Size isn't everything.

At the sauna , on all 4s taking all cummers

Woke up feeling extremely horny on Sunday morning, definitely needing to get some cock. Decided I was going to head into the boiler house sauna in Dublin so cleaned out, showered and headed into town. Arrived at the sauna around 12:30, paid the entrance fee and headed inside, changed in the locker room and headed upstairs. There were a nice number and type of guys already walking about including a few hot daddy types that I definitely liked the look of. I grabbed a quick shower to make sure I was as fresh as possible lubed up my ass and headed into the steam room. I’d never seen it so busy there was at least 10 guys in there. I had my towel over my shoulder as I leaned against the wall eyes closed taking in the heat. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand start to play with my cock. Soon the hand had reached behind and started to finger my ass. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose, I inhaled deep in both nostrils and let the rush wash over me. The 1 finger was replaced with 2 then 3 fingers and I was given the bottle again this time inhaling deep about 3 or 4 times. I was putty in the guys hands as he pushed me forward and bent me over the bench in the steam room the fingers were taken out and my hole felt so empty. I needed something more. I didn’t need to wait long as soon I felt a cock teasing my hole. Normally at this point in a sauna I reach for the condoms as I generally play safe in a sauna type setting but today the thought never entered my head. I was horny, high from the poppers and totally lost in the attention my hole was now receiving. The teasing went on for another bit as I took more hits of poppers, as the rush hit I pushed back onto his bare cock taking him deep inside. He started to fuck me firmly and steadily and as he did a cock was presented to my mouth which I proceeded to greedily devour. I was lost in a cock-bliss but still aware of the audience. The guy fucking me gradually increased his pace and after a few frenzied seconds of slamming my ass he moaned loudly and came hard pumping a load inside me. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum which I happily swallowed. The guy pulled his cock from my ass and leaned over, whispered in my ear enjoy my babies slut, he turned and left the steam room. Instantly I wondered does that mean what I think it does - did I just take a poz load. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as no sooner had he gone that another replaced it. I hadn’t planned on taking loads and certainly not multiple loads but I couldn’t help myself, another few hits from the popper bottle under my nose and I was lost in a world of pleasure. In the end I swallowed 3 loads and took at least three in my ass and had a couple more shot on my back, maybe they were pox loads, maybe they weren’t but fuck I loved being the centre of attention. After I got home that evening I did freak out a little but soon after resigned myself to what will he will be. My next test results will let me know.

I've been doing it with this guy Brian for a while and had a hot experience with him at the weekend. He's a pretty big guy, about 6', slim, kinda hairy and has one of the best beards I've seen. Thick, dark, soft and a bit wavy. I've had a lot of fun kissing him and running my fingers through his beard. We mostly meet when his truck route takes him through my area. He's a bit of a odd guy, he's not much good for talking and he's always been shy about getting his clothes off for some reason. He doesn't mind being touched, grab his butt, even pull his t-shirt up a bit and play with his treasure trail, no problem, but until the weekend I'd never seem him fully naked and he'd always been pretty clear his dick was a hands off place. He'd move my hand if I got near it. I've always wanted him naked though, he's a sexy lean otter and totally my type. Usually we hang out a while kissing then he'll blow me until he's got a big load in his beard and then we're done. Sometimes he wants to be fucked though. It's always kind of down to business when we do that, he just pulls his jeans and boxers down a bit to expose his hairy butt and lie face down, or on his back with his legs up for me to enter him. I like getting intimate usually, kissing and stuff when fucking, but he just wants to lie there and take it. He's got a super fuckable butt though, and he moans and grunts a lot. Never asked for a condom, takes it as hard and as long as I want, and is cool with me shooting in him. So I can't complain. Sometimes he shoots a load in his boxers too, I can feel that familiar clenching in his hole and he's making the noises. I wonder how many other guys he's letting fuck him. On Friday, I told him he's a sexy guy and if he ever wants it's cool to top me, and I tell him how I'd like to make him cum too. After a while he says guys never want him on top because he's small. Eventually he gets it out and he's about 2.5" hard. Big nuts though. He says that other guys just ignore it mostly and never want to bottom for him, he's never topped. Took some convincing but it was about time he got in a guy's butt. I expected to have fun, he's a hot guy and I've got a pretty sensitive hole. Having the entrance teased with a dick feels great. But I had way more fun than I expected when Brian did it. He was rock hard and when he was pumping at my hole he was bumping and teasing it great, just dipping the tip of his dick in and out and leaking precum. A few times when I was really getting in to it and forgetting I pushed my hips up and expected to feel him enter me fully. Thing is, I loved being that dick hungry with him teasing my hole and never getting completely filled. He teased the hell out of my hole. He eventually cum with his tip pushed just inside me. I was relaxed and open so his shots went deep. I really felt the hot pulses of cum entering me and filling me. No prostate orgasms, but I definitely felt something happening with it when his hot cum filled me up. So, I'm wondering, do other guys ever bottom with small tops, and what does it feel like for them?

I met a very wasted older guy a few years ago. Extremely gaunt face, not attractive at all. Holding him was like holding a skeleton.He looked so sick he should have been in a hospice ward.I was so turned on !!! I wasn't on prep yet. He rimmed my ass and wanted to breed me. I really wanted him to. He told me he was 100% std free. He was not. I didn't want hiv. So I told him as soon as I was got my prep prescription from my doctor, in about a month from then, I would come back and he could breed me. I'd swallow his loads and rim his ass. His ass was very saggy and extremely wasted. I really wanted my tongue in his hole. But he said he had to fuck me now or I couldn't come back. I left. I wrote to him many times after begging for him to breed me, but he said no. And I'm not the type of guy who ever begs. I really don't want hiv. But still kind of wish i'd let him breed me. But i would probably be positive now, if i had. I know after one fuck, i would have been there all the time taking loads from him. I just wish he'd have let me come back. I'm on prep now and love getting bred by aids wasting men. But they are very hard to find. Im very turned on by ugly old trolls and younger fat trolls too. Makes me want to find an ugly, gross, overweight, disgusting troll who's bad at sex and let him use my mouth and ass as he likes. Let him fumble around with me and use me like a piece of meat. Completely take advantage of me with only his pleasure in mind. And after I cum, because im so turned by letting this disgusting troll take advantage of me, I let him continue to use me even though I've cum and am not in the mood anymore. And let his other disgusting friends use me too. I'm not into guys with bad hygiene, but otherwise, gross trolls and wasted emaciated can have my negative ass whenever they like. I love old grandpa types too. I've never been in a darkroom but I plan to try it out soon. In Montreal we have gay saunas with darkrooms.I hope it will be filled with mostly very old men and trolls. I want every guy inside to breed me. I think I'll wait outside and wait for the most wasted aids types and old men and trolls to go in, then i'll follow. I hope to leave that room with loads dripping out of my hole.

What little fucking that happens in Pacific Northwest US and Western Canada gay sex venues is mostly raw, the problem is there is a lot less sex at gay sex venues in this region than the other parts of the US and Canada that I'm familiar with. There is a large gay population, by percentage higher than anywhere else, but for whatever reason seems to focus less on casual sex and more on monagomous relationships, as well predilection towards oral only and non-penetrative activities. They love kinks, fetishes and telling everyone how open and accepting they are.

This beautiful skinny black guy and I locked eyes in the Clubhouse II. I approached him, he reached and fingered my asshole. I followed him to his room, we picked another bottom on the way there. I don't think I ever heard his voice except when he kicked the other guy out of the room for being too anxious and when he ask me if I wanted his phone number . . .

Just one chapter this time. Fiction. ------- I'm Jay. Not many people know I'm gay - well, actually I don't think anyone knows I'm gay. I'm 18 and in my fourth year of senior highschool and maybe people see me as a bit geeky since I am playing in the school band. Also, since I'm a mix of Dutch and Indonesian, I have the genes that make my skin a bit darker, and I am not so tall, and I have a swimmer's build. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see myself and I don't know if I like it. I think I'm too thin, but yeah, my muscles are well defined anyway. "Jay, we're going on a tour!" - That's Fred. His real name is Fredericius, so we all call him Fred. He's a tall, but also big guy. And not big in muscles. He's got a big ass, a belly, and a bit of a round, smiling face and a mop of reddish hair up top. He's always friendly to people. He's also my total crush. Yeah, look, I'm into big guys. Belly, ass, tits... Not really bears, per se, I rather love smooth big guys. And from after our PT classes in the showers, I know Fred is smooth, has some freckles all over his body, big nipples, and a lovely quite big dick with red pubic hair. I've wanked my cock raw thinking about him, sucking his cock and tits... him fucking me into a mattress. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm not only gay, but I'm also the utmost bottom, I love getting fucked raw by hot cocks. I've been crushing on Fred for the past three years, from the moment I saw him in the band. He's on the bass drum, and I'm playing trombone. I'm usually right behind him in the marching order, and I get to see his ass all the time, which in the quite tight band uniform is a bloody distraction. All I can think of, and have been able to think of is how it's going to feel eating that ass... him sitting on top of me... but I digress. "Oh, we are? Where are we going?" He shows me the email on his phone. OK, so bus tour to a few cities around here in Europe. Cool. The email states that unfortunately we'll all have to share rooms, due to the cost. And at a point it'll be a youth hostel dormitory. Great. --- We've been bussing around now for a couple of days. This night we have the luxury of a hotel, and our band master is handing out the keys and pairing people up. He gives Fred a key and says "Fred and Jay". My heart jumps. Fred looks at me and smiles, saying "Let's go up". We enter our room and ... it's small. A typical small hotel room with - a single double bed. My face goes tomato red immediately. "Well" says Fred, at least it'll be cozy" chuckling a bit nervously. I have prepared for this. In fact, I have actually found some G that I've put in my special water bottle, so I can get over my inhibition and maybe invite him to at least a suck off. I put it up on the dresser and we go for dinner, coming back after a couple of hours, quite tired. He undresses right in front of me, as he has done so many times before in PT class. I... try not to look at him. Seeing him in his boxers... his hot big body in front of me... Fuck. My dick is getting hard! I rush into the bathroom and try to think of whatever while I brush my teeth. Dick goes down after a little while, thank god, and now it fits in my quite small briefs. When I get out, a few minutes later, Fred says "I hope you don't mind, I finished the water you had. What was it, vitamin water? It tasted a bit off" I just looked at him with big eyes. "You drank it all?" "Yeah, sorry, I'll buy some for you tomorrow". Oh, shit... wow. I'm sort of getting hard again and a bit worried over how much he got. But he's a big guy... He looks at me a bit funny, but goes in to brush his teeth, and I slip under the cover of the bed. When he comes out again, he comes straight to bed, and says "Whoa, I'm a bit more tired than I thought", shuts the light off and lies down on the bed and falls promptly asleep. All I can think of now, is him being in the same bed as I am. I am now getting horribly hard. My cock is fucking poking out of my briefs, and it's also pumping pre-cum like crazy. And I'm not even touching it... I look over at Fred, he's on his back, snoring very lightly. I admire his body, his sweet, smooth, chunky body. Slowly, I get out from under the cover. I can always pretend I'm going to the bathroom. I inch forward to him, and let my hand slowly rest on his thigh. Breathing doesn't change, and I get a bit bolder. What the hell am I doing... but now I'm sort of committed. I lean over his torso and hover over his right tit. His lovely big nipple right there, just a centimeter under my lips... and I lower my mouth on it. Holy shit... holy shit... my tongue slowly whirls around that nipple, and I kiss it. It's almost enough to make me cum. He moves slightly, but doesn't wake up - how the hell would I explain that... OK, I now slowly move down along his lovely belly. On his back, it's not that big, but it's smooth and I can't resist caressing it. Now then... what to do next? He's got "old-fashioned" boxers, with a slit for the cock. My fingers gingerly move apart the cloth to reveal his dick, and I think I told you already, it's quite big. But right now, it's resting, and I caress the little shaft, from foreskin down to the base. I listen intensely for his breathing to change, but nothing happens. He's sleeping very deeply thanks to the G. I move over to his dick, smelling a bit of his body, a little bit of sweat, a little bit of pee... my cock is so rock hard now and positively leaking of precum. I can feel the smell of myself, although a lot of it is soaked up by my briefs. I go closer and sniff his cock and crotch... and, finally, I lick his cock. I start off with small licks. A little bit around the base, then up the shaft to his foreskin. I allow myself to nibble a little bit with my lips. I can feel it getting harder. His breathing doesn't change though, and I am confident now, he'll be sleeping soundly. I use my hands to raise his half-hard cock and then I open my mouth and let my lips slide over his cock head, covered with foreskin. A bit of salty taste to his cock... I can now feel it growing in my mouth. And growing... and growing... It's glorious. I love this cock. His cockhead pokes out of the foreskin, and I can now wrap my tongue around it. I'm not moving at all. I am so still - but my mouth is sucking Fred, at last. I use two fingers to make his cock stand up and then I take as much as I can in my mouth. I start to suck him very slowly. It's incredible. It doesn't take long. He cums with a hard spurt of semen, and I swallow as much as I can, trying NOT to move around while doing it. Finally he's spent, and I slowly lick up the rest of it. Now I am moving - I'm going to the bathroom. And in the bathroom I pull out my precum-wet hard cock, and I jerk off like a madman. It takes all of 30 seconds to cum as I've never cum before. I'm so fucking horny for my chubby band-mate!!! After drying myself off I go back to bed, and we don't wake up until morning. And when I wake up, I find myself spooned by Fred, holding me like his little pillow and snuffling into my neck. He's also got a raging hardon, which I can feel although there's a cover between us. I stir a little, although I'd love to stay like this forever. "Jesus!" I hear him say while moving away. "Jay, I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what happened" - he actually looks a bit embarrassed. "It's OK Fred, it's actually quite nice" I said. The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for me beating my cock raw again, now that I'd had a taste of him. I wanted more of that. And there was more to come. ----- A few weeks later, it's time for the third year ball for us graduating school. That ball is held in a castle in the countryside, by a lake, far enough from town as to not bother anyone while we're partying all night long, and it also has hotel rooms for us to rent so we don't have to try to get back home in the middle of the night. Of course, I'm attending, but of course, I dont't want a date with a girl. So I just rent a room anyway. Talking to Fred, I quickly understand he isn't going to attend the ball. When I ask him, he says "Well, none of the girls I've asked wanted to go with me" and he looks a bit down. "Fucking hell, Fred, it's their loss! Besides, I'm going alone, why don't we go alone, together?" "Yeah, but I can't afford the room, and I think all of them are rented out now". "Fred, I've got a room, and it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before" I say, before catching myself. He smiles brightly, then chuckles as he always does, and says "That's true though. Not to mention the spooning". My heart thumps a bit harder in my chest and I think of me sucking his cock while was sleeping. "Hang on, I'll be back" I say, rush to the bathroom and take my cock out to jerk it quickly... I need to cum, now!" I sit on the toilet bowl, spurting my cum into the water. I don't even bother to wipe the rest off, I just tuck my cock into my briefs and then go back to class. The night of the ball, I have prepared properly. Now that I know he's sleeping with me (well, he thinks it'll be "sleeping") I have brought some stuff to help me. Lube... check. Poppers... check. (I've bought it just for this). Jockstraps to wear under the suit - check. Finally, I've actually bought a couple of joints that I have in my suit pocket. I need that so I can get a bit of courage trying to seduce Fred. The ball is winding down in the wee hours of the morning. I've had fun, lots of laughs and got a bit drunk (not too much) and Fred, too is tipsy. Not "vomit-my-head-drunk", but happy, chatty and very cuddly. Yeah, you heard it right. With a bit of alcohol, that guy sat next to me, had his hands around my shoulders, and at a point even planting a big kiss on my head, saying "Thank you for taking me here", although he'd paid hes own dues. I sit outside the castle on a big rock down towards the lake, and I bring up my joint, light it and then puff on it. It feels good and I relax. In the hot summer night, I take off my jacket and tie, and open up my shirt three buttons down, feeling the air on my chest. I don't know for how long I sit there, smoking my joint, but I'm not quite half-way on it, when I hear a voice behind me. "Jay, my man, I've been looking for you" Fred says, carefully heading down the slope towards me. "They're closing down now, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He sits down next to me... very close... and then he notices the joint. "Oh, wow, can I try? I've never done it before" "Here, take this one" I give him the other joint from my jacket pocket, and I light it up for him. He drags the joint and immediately has a coughing fit. I smile, and dunk him on his back. "Take it easy, Fred..." And then I teach him how to smoke it. He's a fast learner. I finish my joint, but he still has a lot left. He smiles a bit towards me and hands it over. "You can finish this one too" He says, a bit blurry around the edges now... LOL, both alcohol and marijuana, well... I suck on it a couple of drags, and give it back. He takes a couple of drags too. I look at him and then I plunge out into the unknown. "You know, there's another way of sharing..." He looks at me and asks "Oh, what's that?" "Ok, open your mouth". I get closer to his face, take a drag on the joint, and then go really really close, our lips almost meet, but careful not to. "Inhale" I say. As he does so, I exhale. The smoke goes directly from my lungs into his. He smiles and says "Oooohhh.... again?" I inhale, keep it in, go close to exhale... and he comes close to inhale... and our lips meet. I exhale right into his mouth as he's inhaling - but then he doesn't move off. He stays, lips together and he moves his hand up and holds my neck while he deepens the kiss. "Again.. " he says after a while. I can see lust in his eyes, but I think it's mostly the MJ "talking". I take another hit from the joint and we share it. His hand moves from my neck down to my chest, finds its way inside my shirt on my bare skin. He's caressing my chest while we kiss. We finish off the joint together with a lot of kissing. I'm hard as hell in my jockstraps. And wet. I can't resist, so I put my hand over his crotch and feel his big hard dick under his trousers. "MMMmmmm..." he says in my mouth. I feel his cock, kneading it through the fabric. He leans back a bit, and then opens up his fly. Slowly. And the reason is... he's not wearing anything under!!! His cock plops up from within his trousers, and he holds it in his hand, jerking it a bit. This, I can't resist. I lean down to his lap. Again, I open my mouth wide, and swallow his cock - as much as I can. I hear him moan and sigh happily. He puts his hand on my head, pushing me a bit down on his cock. "Yeah, man.... suck me" I look up and I see his lustful face looking back at me, now bobbing up and down on his shaft. I use my hand to pull his foreskin down, that's covering his cockhead even in full hardon - as I did last time 😉 but now I can enjoy a bit more ... vigorously. I suck him, oh do I suck him. And, of course, it doesn't take that long, he pants "I'm gonna cum" and I go down all the way, feeling his cock down my throat unleashing his volcano load of cum. And I swallow. Some of it comes out through my lips on his shaft, and I lick it up. He lifts me up and kisses my cum-wet lips. "Mmmmmmm fuck you taste good" he says. "Well, actually, it's you that tastes this good". He chuckles again, and I think I'm in love. "Let's go to the room" he nods towards the hotel wing. He grabs my hand with one of his hands, he tucks his cock in with the other, I grab my jacket and up we go. I open up the hotel room and walk inside, him right behind me. He grabs my hips and stops me in the little hallway, bends down a bit and kisses my neck. "You really have a lovely neck" he says. I turn around and we share a deep kiss again, shedding off our suits, and going towards the bed. My cock is rock hard again, in my jockstraps, and a big wet spot on the front. His cock is hard, too, but he's naked now. I stand before him, reaching his shoulders, but I know what I want. His hands are roaming over my back, down to my ass, feeling the cheeks, parting them, and opening up my crack. We kiss, I feel his hard cock agains my belly, and I just bend my head a little to reach his wonderful big nipples. Starting on the right, kissing, licking and nibbling on the nipple... grabbing his tit and using my mouth to suckle on it like a baby. He's moaning and doesn't really know what to do with himself. "Shhiiiiiiittt babe," he says (Babe?!?! 😄 ) "whooooaaa.. that's so far out, I love that!!!" "MMMMMm" I hum on his tit. I let go, and I confess: "Freddie... I've wanted to do this for such a long time". Then I kneel in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth again. I suck him for half a minute, then turn my attention to his balls, lovely hanging big balls to go with that big cock. I smell his body smell in his crotch, lick and suck his balls, all the while he's moaning and grabbing his cock. I grab the poppers from my bag. He looks at me curiously while I open the little brown bottle and then inhale deeply in each nostril. I do it a couple of times and then I offer it to him. He takes the bottle and mimics me. "whoa, what is that" he asks, as the poppers goes to his head. "It's poppers" I say. I take back the bottle, and put the cap on. Then I move over to the bed and lie down, dragging him on top of me. The big guy is so self-conscious. I love for his big body to almost crush me under him. I pull him closer and push his knees away so he lies on top of me. His cock slides in between my legs, and I spread them and put them around his thicc ass. His cockhead finds my hole and I open up ever so slightly, to just let him know. He pushes himself off and looks into my eyes. I look back and tell him "I want you". I've waited for so long, and now I've got his cock right on the verge to peneterate me. "Fuck me, Freddie... push it in now". Lube or no lube, I need that cock in me. I want it NOW. I don't have time to stop and get it. I lick my fingers and reach down to wet it. I repeat it while he's watching me. I also wet his cock slightly. Then use my hand to guide him to my hole. His cock slowly pushes inside me. It's really tight... his cock is so fucking big. Fortunately it's "torpedo-shaped", so his cockhead isn't bigger than the shaft. I nod to him, looking at his asking eyes, and he pushes all the way to the bottom. I gasp a bit. He stills, until he thinks I've gotten used to his big tool in my cute boy hole. I push my legs further up so he gets in properly all the way. My feet are on his ass and I use them as if I'm urging a horse to walk. He starts fucking me. It's a bit slow, a bit clumsy at first. I have the poppers and I open the bottle and he stops while I take some deep poppers hits. He does the same and waits while I close the lid, and then starts fucking me hard. OH MY GOD, it's just the way I've dreamed it. It doesn't last. It's just a couple of minutes. But then he cums inside me and I can feel his cock jerking when the load exits his cock. He's still hard, though. He keeps on fucking me just a bit. Then he moves his cock out and my hole doesn't close really that fast so the cum is leaking out of me. What he does next is mind boggling - I thought he was this shy chubby boy... but he goes down on me, he lifts my legs up, knees towards my chest, and then dives in with his face on my hole. He licks it, eats his own cum, and makes me oh so horny! Then his tongue moves up towards my balls, he moves the wet jockstrap out of the way and takes each ball in his mouth, and then finally both. He tugs on my ball sack, making my hard cock dance on my stomack, leaving streaks of precum. He licks my belly, and then my shaft and then he swallows my cock. Man, his soft mouth is so good. I use some more of the poppers, and then he takes some, too. He moves expertly up and down my cock, tugging on my balls, and oooohhhhh.... pushing a finger inside me... ohh.. deep inside me? Then he presses forward with his finger and I feel a surge coming from deep inside me, feet tingling and then I CUM HARD!!! I give him my sperm, right into his mouth, but he's a better cock sucker than I am, and he swallows every. single. drop of it. Yes! So fucking hot, the man of my dreams is drinking my cum. He comes up to me, smiling. "Did you like it?" He asks. I'm a bit overwhelmed, I nod. I nod, and pull him against me. "I've waited so long for this, Freddie... you don't even know." "Well," he smiles at me, "waiting time is over, obviously". He's on top of me again. I can feel his hard cock. Still hard. My cock is soft now, as it is when I cum. "Turn around, on all four" he says. I put my head on the pillow, ass in the air. "Ohhhh.... so nice," he practically purrs. Then I feel his mouth on my hole again. He plays with my cock and balls with his hand, while he's sucking on my hole. Yes, you heard right. Sucking. And nibbling, and licking with broad wet tongue. He grabs the poppers and opens the bottle, taking a few deep hits, and then he gives me the open bottle, making me do the same again. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me agains him, and I feel his cock just simply gliding inside my hole. "Babe," he says, "you're so fucking hot... I need to fuck you now, you OK with that?" My fact is in the pillow, but I scream "YEEESSS" into it. He now unleashes his demon cock!!! Oh, my god, how he fucks me. My own dick is flopping around, and I just take hit after hit with the poppers. He slows down when I have the bottle to my nose, but then picks up the pace when I'm done. "Fucking hell Jay, I'm gonna give you my load again" He shouts in the room. "Fucking breed me, Freddie, I want your babies in me" I shout in the pillow. I hear him groan and then feel the stream inside me. How much cum does the man have!!!! He fucks it in real deep, but of course it's leaking out with his shaft. He keeps on fucking me while telling me how much he loves fucking me. Loves loading me. Loves me. He falls down on top of me, his cock still inside me, but I can feel now, that he's going softer. He crushes me down with his big body, big belly, big ass, big legs. And I love it so much. Love his cock in me. Love his load in me. Love him. We just stay like that for a long while. His cock slips out of me. We're wet of cum and sweat. Morning birds are chirping outside the window. But we don't care. We fall asleep and he holds me in his arms all morning.

I agree with your assessment but some people get off on cheating. So even open relationships are too restrictive for them.

Not interested in the bottoms dick , so not an issue

You are playing with fire and your life unless you know how to carry your positive status with grace. My honest suggestion is don't do it. Use Prep if you want to be liberated sexually and still bareback. Try DoxyPep for STD prevention. When medical science has made so much progress to slowly liberate the gay community from the AiDS scare of the 80s why not make the best use of these miracles. What's the logic in taking a pill afterwards when you can take a pill before and save yourself from other complications. Such decisions are made through the brain and nor dick.

A guy who gets on his knees, arches his back and doesn’t squirm or try to pull away.

Live in a small rural town outside Toronto. Finding a hard cock in this sleepy town is like finding water in the desert. However last night when I was leaving the gym I got a message from a 23 yr old young fit guy with 8in thick veiny cock that he wanted to fuck my ass. Went to his house. Fucked me doggy and gave me his first load. Since I was still beating myself the ass muscles clamped on his cock getting him hard again. Fucked a second load in me and by the time I had come he went for a third one and this time my favorite position in missionary. When he was walking me out I saw a picture of him with an older gentleman. Upon asking who the person is he said that he is his father. Of course I didn't tell him but his father had fucked me a few times last summer outdoors. Now I have his son's load in me as well. Left his place so full and so satisfied that my ass is still gaping from his love making. World is full of coincidences and wish I can take both father and son together once.

Since you said dick here's mine.

Biohazard Men EU [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.biohazardmen.eu/cms/ has two parties posted for 2024 in Berlin as of today (2024-1-20). 1. The always spectacular Easter Weekend party at Connection Club set for Friday, March 29th - which is happens during Berlin's Leather Fetish Week 2. The BiohazardMen XXL-Special 2024 also at Connection Club, set for Friday September 13, which happens during Folsom.

Trish Can’t Leave Me Now… I have profiles on several websites that are mainly straight, and while most of the guys ignore me completely, enough will say hi, some will chat, and a few will want to connect to make it worthwhile. They all have their reasons for contacting me or hooking up from they want something they cannot get at home, they are really bi-sexual or gay, but cannot be open about it, or they are just horn dogs who when they get drunk or get high want a nice warm mouth or a wet ass to fuck with no questions asked and no strings attached. My profile states my status and my love of taking hot cum, and they all love being able to fuck me raw, and for some I think there is a thrill of the risk as well. It still surprises how none of them even ask about using a condom. Joshua/Josh McDaniels III is one of those guys. Married, white, handsome, has a high-pressure job as an attorney with one of the biggest firms in Washington, DC handling defense issues, a nice looking wife, great house and car and more. Josh first hit me up several months ago. I was working from home, it was just about lunch time and Josh sent me an email that was blunt, cocky, and to the point: “I have a 6-day load and need someone to get on their knees and swallow it. Give me your address.” I sent him my address, Josh arrived, immediately unzipped without a word, I got on my knees and sucked him for about 5 minutes before he shot a tremendously huge load and left without saying one word to me. I was actually turned on by his rude and cocky attitude, but even more by his big white dick. He was a good 9 inches and over 6 inches around and once we got the angle right, he gave me one of the best throat fucks of my life by grabbing the back of my head and fucking rough and hard like he was releasing all of his tension, anger, and sexual frustration into me. From that day on Josh sent me emails a couple times a week and every session was the same. He barely spoke if at all, just unzipped, grabbed my head, slam fucked my throat, zipped up and left, and I didn’t mind at all as he fed me big loads every time. A few months in, as Josh got ready to leave, he pulled a pair of red lace panties out of his suite coat pocket, tossed them onto the floor by me and said, “Next time have those on.” They smelled of a woman, not sure who, but did not matter as I did as he asked and when he arrived next time and saw me he got this strange look on his face. This time when he started to fuck my throat he started getting verbal. “Dumb bitch, think you can deny me? I give you everything! Yet you hold out on ME? ME? I WILL get what I need. I will fuck you, you are my wife, MY WIFE and your pussy is MINE!!!” With that Josh held his dick balls deep down my throat as I gagged and choked and fought to breathe as he shot his biggest load ever. Our suck sessions during lunch time became Josh’s therapy. I would kneel wearing his wife’s panties while he throat fucked me hard as he could and let out every complaint, hurt feeling, frustration, and piss ass thing she had done to irritate him. He still left as soon as he cummed, but I could tell he always felt much better when he did. It was about four weeks after I started wearing her panties that Josh’s email came near the end of the work day and said, “Turn off your lights. Leave the door open. Be doggy style and ass lubed as I will be there in 45 minutes.” Wow, he was going to fuck me? I was not going to ask why and so quickly got ready, set out some lube and towels, he buzzed from the front door, I punched the code to let him in, quickly opened my front door and left it ajar, killed the lights, and was ready on the ottoman with my ass up when he walked in. Josh slammed the door and was mumbling and grumbling and unlike before, this time he kicked his shoes off and made me jump as they hit the wall. He dropped his pants, and soon his right hand was on my ass feeling the panties. “You fucking cunt, think I wouldn’t find out? Thought you were being sneaky? Don’t make me laugh. You’ve never been that bright honey have you? I didn’t marry you for your brains, but for THIS!!!!” Josh snarled as he tore the panties off and slammed his dick into my waiting ass. I cried out as Josh grabbed me and fucked hard as he continued, “You think you can fucking cheat on me? Dumb cunt. You DENY me and then sleep with that fucking pussy Robert? You are MINE to fuck, not his. You are my WIFE, not his! This is MY PUSSY!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, I’LL SHOW YOU, YOU FUCKING….” Josh slammed my torn ass balls deep and held his dick there as it spasmed and his orgasm rocked his whole body as my ass was bred raw and flooded with his cum. When Josh was done he yanked his dick out, grabbed one of the towels on the floor, wiped himself off, got dressed and left without another word. Our sessions now became very intense as Josh became much more aggressive and physical as things with his wife went from bad to worse, and he let all of his pain and anguish and frustration out in fucking me. Josh was fucking me almost every day now and while I felt bad for the man and wanted to help, or talk, or something, he clearly did not so I helped the best way I could – giving him a nice raw hole to breed and fuck how he wanted. Three weeks after Josh had started fucking me, and several pairs of panties later as he had taken to literally ripping them off me, Josh finished up, got dressed, but instead of leaving turned the lights on, sat down, and said, “Thank you. I know this has probably seemed a bit nutts, or that I’m nutts, and…well, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me deal with this in my own way and for being there for me.” “You’re welcome man,” I said, “and I hope you know how much I enjoy you. You have an amazing dick, and I love how you make me suck it and fuck my pussy and I would do anything you want.” Josh blushed a little, nodded, then asked, “You would do anything?” By the look in his eyes I was not sure if that was good or bad, I nodded yes, he breathed deep then said, “If you are taking any medicine for you know, what you got, I want you to stop for a few weeks, OK? I’m still going to fuck and use you, but then, well. Just stop.” Like Josh asked, I stopped my meds and when I had my next check up my doctor was concerned as she said my viral load had suddenly spiked and she wanted me to come back in 4-weeks for a follow-up to see if my meds needed to be adjusted. I told Josh the next time he fucked me, he gave me an evil grin and said, “Good. Trish and I have started couples therapy to ‘work on our issues’. She thinks I am cold, distant and work to hard, but is happy to spend my fucking money. I would divorce her if I could, but her Daddy is a partner in my firm, and you know, well, it just can’t be done. Friday I am going to come fuck you, then you are going to come with me to my house. I have a little surprise for Trish.” I just nodded as my mind started to race wondering what Josh was up to. True to his word Josh fucked the daylights out of me on Friday, we got dressed, and I hopped into his Jaguar with him, his cum still hot and deep in my ass. As we drove over the Georgetown Josh said, “Trish has bugged me for years about doing a threesome,” Josh said with a tone of sadness to his voice. “I never understood it, still don’t, on why she could not be happy with just me. I was willing to do anything she wanted, kink, S&M, you name it. Well, I told her yesterday her wish is coming true. Tonight she will get her threesome as you are going to fuck her.” I turned to Josh with a ‘what the fuck’ look on my face. I’m a bottom, and while I can get hard and have fucked women in the past, it’s just not my thing now. “Trish will be in the bedroom, blindfolded. I told her you were a client from the firm, well educated, rich, New England blue blood, just her type,” Josh said. We arrived at Josh’s house, one of those big old money houses in Georgetown that used to be owned by someone famous, or a Senator, or something. The house was quiet, appeared they did not even have a dog, let alone kids. We stopped in the kitchen, downed a couple shots of liquor, and as I followed Josh up the stairs he began taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. Josh opened the large double doors at the end of the hall and let me in. Trish was sitting on the bed in a black leather hood with just an opening for her mouth, waiting, her long, wavy brown hair falling just below her shoulders, her breasts were nice and firm with big nipples that looked like they had recently been twisted and worked on. Her hands were by her side and she was shaking slightly. Josh looked at her with disgust, turned, smiled at me and said, “You ready?” I nodded yes and nervously began to undress. The moment Josh began to touch Trish her whole body shook and when she raised her hands up to touch him he slapped them away and grabbed her nipples and twisted hard, making her jump and yell. Josh smiled, pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs, and kneeled on the floor in front of her pussy and began to eat her out. I was not sure what to do and just stood there until Josh looked up, waved me to the bed, so I climbed onto the bed beside Trish and as I leaned over to lick her nipple, her left hand felt around and found my hard dick. Trish was moaning, gyrating her hips and when I bit lightly onto her left breast, she raised her chest up asking for more. I soon scooted up by Trish’s head and stuck my dick in her waiting mouth. I forgot how different a woman sucking dick was from a man. It was not bad and I stayed hard, but still. Josh was now standing up, one arm on the bed holding himself up as he fingered her pussy before he lowered himself into her bareback, the only lube was his spit and whatever juices her pussy let flow. Josh pulled out, told me to come to the end of the bed, pulled Trish back and had her get doggy style and I watched as he started ramming three fingers in her pussy, hard and rough, which she clearly liked. The more he finger fucked her, the angrier Josh looked and was soon clearly digging around in her pussy as she was squirming and her moans became more ouches of pain. Josh held up his three fingers in front of my face and I could see they were coated with some blood and pussy juice. He smiled and said, “Fuck her.” I stepped up behind Trish and as she felt my strange dick enter her pussy, she let out a big “OOOHHHHHH” and pushed back on me. I am not nearly as big as Josh, but Trish seemed to like it, so while Josh stood stroking his dick, I fucked his wife with my poz dick. I had no idea what Trish was thinking she was getting, but I doubt it was a bottom guy’s dick full of poz cum whose ass was dripping with her husband’s load. After a few minutes of watching me fuck Trish, Josh got behind me, fingered my hole with the bloody fingers he had had inside Trish, then he drove his dick into my ass. His thrust pushed me hard into Trish and she let out another big “OOOHHHHHH”. Josh’s cum that was already up my ass provided all the lube he needed and as he fucked me, I fucked Trish. “You like this?” Josh asked as he deep dicked my ass. I nodded my head, Josh fucked me harder and faster and the heat from Trish’s pussy was working its magic on my dick. I could feel my own load start to churn and while I usually don’t cum when I am being fucked as for me, it is all about the top’s pleasure, I was enjoying the intensity of the feeling of being so on the edge. Josh whispered in my ear so only I could hear, “Lean over a little, jab her pussy hard.” “I’m close man, not sure I should, I don’t want to cum, you know….” I replied. Josh chuckled, “Why do you think you are here? I want you to breed her, I want you to infect that cunt, now do it!” Josh picked up his pace, slamming my prostate as he pushed me to edge. My poz cum was boiling now and I could not hold back. Josh was deep in my ass and my dick needed to release and so I dug my fingers into Trish’s tender white flesh as I grabbed her and squeezed as hard as I could as I loudly said, “OH FUCK, I’M GOING TO SHOOT, SHIT, HERE I CUM!!!” Josh slammed me deeper and harder and as I started to breed his wife’s pussy, my ass spasmed and clenched tight and Josh had to pummel it hard to keep his dick inside me as he too let his cum flow. I felt like I could not stop cumming and my knees shook as my dick continued to push my infected load into Trish and her wet walls. When Josh was done he eased out of my ass and when my breath returned a little more to normal I pulled out of Trish, a trail of wet dripping from her pussy as I did. Josh looked at the poz cum dripping out of her, smiled at me, then he strode into the bathroom and came back with two white towels. We wiped our dicks off, the damage done showing clearly on the white towels, dropped them on the foot of the bed, got dressed, and as we left the bedroom Trish was still on the end of the bed doggy style, her pussy glistening from my cum. Josh drove me home, asked to come up for a drink, and he gave me another load of cum before he left two hours later as a thank you. I saw Josh a couple times the following week and he did not seem quite as angry, but he still fucked rough and used my ass to relieve all his tension. He said Trish had been asking him to fuck her every day, and she had even offered to give him head, but that he refused and told her the only way he would as if we did the threeway again. She immediately said yes and he asked me if I was up for it and if so, to not jack off all week as he wanted her as full of cum as I could. I said sure, and the next two Friday nights were a repeat of the first. Trish would be waiting for us on the bed with her hood on. Josh would get her prepped and I would load her up with my poz cum as Josh fucked me and bred me. On the fourth week when I saw Josh he was actually smiling and seemed to be in a great mood. This time, Josh had me lay on the bed and he took his time kissing me, playing with my ass, then he had me lay on my stomach as he fucked me. “You are so good to me, thank you,” Josh said, “I don’t know how to repay you.” I was focused on Josh going deep and was note sure what he meant until he said, “Trish got sick, very sick, and she tested HIV+. She was crying and babbling when she told me and got angry when I could only smile. She still didn’t understand so I had to explain it to her. I had to explain to her how of course she was, that’s what happens when you fuck around and cheat on your husband with pieces of shit like Robert. No one will want her now. No one will want to fuck her infected pussy so she can’t leave me now no matter what. What would her family say? She would be disowned, all that money would go away – poof! You should have seen her as it all sunk in. That was the last time I will fuck her too, the only pussy I want now is yours, so get your legs up, my balls are aching and I need someplace to unload.” The end -

After a bad break up years ago, I wasn't interested in a boyfriend or in sex involving any kind of a commitment. But I was horny, and needed an outlet, so I asked a neighbor/friend "Bob" if he'd be willing to act as a wingman for me and pass me around a popular basement sex bar in Chicago. We agreed, of course, bareback only, that Bob would solicit tops in the bar choosing anyone he liked, and bring them to breed me no load refused. The night came. I was cleaned out and pre-lubed. I wore only a jock and boots. In the boots I carried poppers and lube. The basement play area began filling up and became cruisy. Within the first 30-40 minutes Bob brought the first top to my ass. Off on the side of the room I bent over, and took a hit of poppers as the guy opened his fly taking out bis big dick. I took his hard dick into my ready ass. He was taller than me, a bit older, and solidly built. He grasped my hips, thrusted into me, fully occupied my ass with his dick, and used me for his pleasure. Other guys watched as he fucked me bareback. I was hot, horny, and eager, for his hot load. After a few moments he thew his head to the side and with a long, loud, cry out, he blew his load into my ass thrusting in several deep shots. When he finished, he stayed in me for a moment to catch his breath. Then he slid out, zipped up, and quietly walked away leaving me standing with his load in my ass and wet around my hole. Shortly after Bob brought the second top to my ass. I don’t remember anything about him other than he appeared younger than me, was about my height, and he pulled a huge hard out of his pants. As instructed I bent over and took him into my pre-loaded ass. He grabbed my hips, slid into me, and started fucking me using the first guy’s load as lube. In moments he bred me with a load deep in me. The second load within the first hour! And on it went. Over the next three hours or so I took five loads standing around the play space. Older, younger, bigger, smaller. I didn't know anyone. Men used my ass for their pleasure breeding their seeds deep inside me making my ass drippy with cum. Then one of the slings opened up. “Get in” Bob told me, “And put this on!” He handed me a blindfold. Bob helped me into the sling, my legs went up into the stirrups, I put on the blindfold, and waited. Bob eventually brought the sixth person between my legs. The guy slid his big solid dick into my ass and slowly began fucking me. The sensation was monster hot, I’d never before been fucked in a sling so the sensation was incredibly new! Blindfolded I couldn’t see him. I focused on the sheer sexuality of the situation. After a few moments he sped up fucking me and I knew he would soon breed me. When he did he thrusted deep and cried out from the base of his gut. He thrusted several times as his load blew into me. When he finished I heard his voice for the first time. He turned to speak to someone beside him breathlessly speaking in Spanish. HOT! I thought, smiling as I stayed blindfolded and ready in the sling. The first man backed away and immediately (I think the man to whom he spoke) stepped from around my left leg to then enter my well lubed ass. With all that cum in me the now seventh man slowly fucked me for a few minutes. But then he slowly stopped fucking and walked away. I don’t think he came but I’m not sure. A bit later Bob told me the bar was winding down so the fun was over. I removed the blindfold and Bob helped me out of the sling. In about four hours, with Bob’s help, I’d taken at least six loads. That was the hottest sexual experience I’d ever before had, and I’d taken the most loads I ever had in one night! I was grateful! Afterwords, I gave Bob a generous thank you gift. I’d have loved to do that again with him, but Bob moved to Tennessee about two months later and sadly we lost contact. Someday I’d love to again be used up in a bar and exceed my maximum of six loads in one night! Memories!

I can do without Claire participating more than she already is. But I CAN'T DO WITHOUT MORE OF THIS STORY! HOT AF!

Looking forward to the next chapter

I like casual sex, so I'm going to go with a bottom that makes it clear they want to, and are ready to get fucked. No long drawn out cruising rituals.

Okay. So I hooked up last night. First time since my boy and I broke up. I posted about my heartbreak in general. I finally got back on the app and this anonymous profile sent me a message. After a quick intro I found out that he was a 19yo virgin and was looking for a blowjob. He sent me a picture of a gorgeous dick with thick pubes. He couldn’t host and I don’t host either. After a few minutes we agreed to meet at a secluded spot near us both. I told him that I would suck him off while he sat in his truck. He showed up and after some small talk I took him into my mouth. He was freshly showered but nervous. I tried to help him overcome the nerves and told him what an awesome dick he had. He seemed to appreciate it. I sucked him real good and massaged his smallish balls. The boy had a nice 6-7” dick that I hope will end up in my ass at some point. Anyway. I kept sucking him and he asks if he can cum in my mouth. Well of course! After a few more minutes of worshiping this nice boy he starts to tense up and bless his heart he places his hand on the back of my head and warned me it was cumming. He had a giant load and I even impressed myself that I didn’t spill a drop and swallowed it all. I came up for breath and coaxed a little more of that nectar out of him and helped him pull his sweats up. He didn’t want to stick around for talking which is okay. I’m not ready to get to know anyone again. I did tell him to keep my number and that I would be happy to help him unload anytime he needed it. He thank me and drove away. Although I’m not very good and I don’t normally enjoy the hookup this helped me quench my thirst for cum for a few minutes. Now I need some more.

Shit happens , don’t worry

I mean good ass feels a certain way mostly based upon the experience level of the bottom. Some have mastered their craft to become power bottoms. But those are very few. To me, good ass feels relaxed yet moist and not too warm with the ability to 'milk' my dick. But generally good ass has some combination of the following: deep cleaned nice perky ass lips loose second hole with a snug (not too tight) first hole good anal muscle control bouncy ass cheeks with some muscle tone and thick thighs If you notice, three characteristics relate to muscle. I can quickly tell bottoms who have put in work and those are usually your power bottoms. What makes a good bottom is another topic entirely.

It is interesting to see how the tone of responses has evolved over the years and anecdotally align with personal experiences. In 2015 U=U was a relatively new discovery and men taking poz loads were the risk takers and even chasers. As a poz man disclosure back then usually meant rejection by neg men, while today when I disclose I'm poz, undetectable most will say OK to sex without condoms, especially those on PrEP. A few even fetishize my status.

As we walked to Clint’s car I contemplated why I was doing this. I wasn’t gay, I loved women. But in truth none of them really loved me, my cock had always been too small to even penetrate most girls. When Clint had tongue fucked my ass it felt so good that I had to go with him and see what he would do. As we got into the car Clint leaned into his back seat and grabbed Gatorade bottle. “This’ll taste like shit but just keep drinking it, it’ll make cunting you a lot easier.” I just nodded and began gulping down the vile liquid quickly realizing it wasn’t Gatorade. Clint began driving and once we were on the road pulled his sweatpants down revealing his massive cock. He nodded down to it while I stared. After a second he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it onto his 9 inch, beer can thick cock. “First lesson faggot, when an alpha male like me presents his cock to you, you get it in one of your hole asap, do you understand faggot” he screamed as he thrusted into my tight throat. I was trying my hardest not to throw up, when everything began feeling lighter am I felt my throat loosen up. Not only did my throat loosen but I began to enjoy having my throat fucked. After fucking my throat for 20ish minutes we pulled up to Clint’s house. “Take your clothes off, they aren’t coming in the house” he said, surprisingly I complied without even thinking about it even though I had always hated being naked. As I followed Clint to his door I began to realize that I was butt naked for the entire neighborhood to see, and I didn’t care. Once inside Clint showed me to the couch and put a pipe and lighter in my hand. “You’ve smoked weed before right” he asked and I nodded in response “ good it’s kinda like that breath out fill your lungs with the smoke then hold it, now finish that pipe while I go get some things ready.” As I began smoking the mystery drug I felt a rush of energy and a burning sensation through my body. I began to rub my cock after I finished the pipe but as I got close to cuming I felt a hard kick in my side and fell the the ground. “Your never touching that tiny fag cock again boy!” Clint screamed as he grabbed me by the hair “you’re my faggot now, I’ve spent over a year making you into the perfect muscle cuck for me and you’re gonna do what I fucking say” he screamed as he locked a small chain around my neck He then put something over my cock and locked it “there now you won’t be tempted into thinking you’re a man” “Now before your mind is totally gone im going to ask you something and if you say no you can leave right now ok” I nodded as I rubbed up against his leg loving the pressure on my locked cock. “ I have hiv and if I fuck you your going to get it too, once I cum in you your mine for the rest of your life not just in the sense of carrying my disease, but I will actually own you, you’ll spend the rest of your life kept high and full of my cum never making another decision again. “Do you want that boy” “Yes sir please I need you to use my ass again I need it please please please I’ll be your slave and let you do whatever you want I just need my hole filled now” “Atta boy” Clint said

Curtis and Justin were the “perfect couple.” They met at college. Justin had ended his relationship with his ex Tom. Who had been cheating on Justin. When Justin caught him, he ended it on the spot. Justin was a redhead with freckles. With a swimmers bod. A 7 inch cock and a bubble butt was the bottom in his current relationship with Curtis. Curtis was a blonde hair blue eyes with a medium build. A 9inch cock that kept Justin happy. Now both graduates and found a place to live. Both working. Curtis as an editor for a publishing company and Curtis as a teacher. The principal of the school where Curtis works fell instantly into lust with Curtis. At 48 balding and a stocky build. Bellows fantasies about fucking Curtis in many different positions. But Ralph Bellows didn’t dare cross that line. But still hoped an opportunity may present itself. He does work closely with the newer teachers. One of the other newer teachers is Tom. He was dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Flat board abs. Tone body. Tom still loved Justin. He just never appreciated him. Ralph picked up on the tension between the two young men. “Tom, what’s up with you and Curtis?” Ralph said. “Curtis is engaged to my ex boyfriend.” Tom replied. “Ahhh. You’re jealous I take it.” Ralph stated it as fact. “Yes I am.” “I do want Justin to be happy.” “And he is.” Tom said. “He and Curtis are devoted to each other.” “Nothing will break them up.” ”Maybe we can.” Ralph said with a devilish smile. “I want to fuck Curtis badly.” “You want Justin back.” “How?” Asked Tom. “No way Justin will see me.” Want to make a bet?” Ralph asked. “Ok” Tom agreed. “A hundred dollars says I’ll get Curtis into bed before you get Justin into bed.” “We have to set them up.” “Make them think each is cheating on the other.” Ralph said. “Run into Justin.” “Make a mends” “then take it from there.” “Alright Ralph.” Tom said. “But how will I know that you got Curtis into bed?” “You can say that you did.” “I can say that I did with Justin.” “We set up a video and record it.” “That would prove which one of us got what we’ve been wanting.” Ralph said. They put their plan into action. Back at Justin and Curtis’s apartment. Both are fucking and Curtis kisses Justin has he shoots his load into Justin’s ass. “I love you.” Curtis whispered into Justin’s ear. Justin lying naked next to Curtis. Smiles at him. A few days later. Tom “runs into” Justin. To Tom’s surprise Justin talks to him. ”How have you been?” Tom asked “I’ve been good.” “Busy with work.” “Life.” Justin responded. “I’m glad you’re doing well too Tom.” From there. They would renew their friendship. Causing Curtis to get jealous. The more time they would spend together would upset Curtis. Until one night he came home and found them making out. Causing Curtis to leave. Unfortunately for Tom. Justin kicked him out. So he didn’t have sex. However, working with Bellows, Curtis was at his place upset. “What happened?” “Are you ok?” Ralph asked. Pretending to be concerned. “I don’t want to bother you with my problems.” Curtis said. “You’re not bothering me.” Ralph answered. Sitting down next to Curtis. Rubbing his back. ”I caught Tom and Justin making out in our apartment.” “I don’t know how long this has been going on.” “I need a drink.” Curtis said. Ralph gets him some tequila shots and vodka. Within 15 minutes Curtis is drunk. And sliding his hand between Curtis’s shirt and back rubbing him. Slowly putting his fingers just above his asscrack. “You should stay the night.” “You’re in no condition to drive.” “Going home isn’t the best thing for you right now.” If Tom is still at your place. There would be yelling and screaming.” Ralph said.all the while he got Curtis to take off his shirt. “Thank you Ralph.” Curtis said finishing up another tequila shot. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Ralph said. Curtis managed to get undressed and got into bed. Ralph got undressed too. Before getting into bed set up his phone so he can FaceTime Tom. Ralph got into bed and massaged Curtis all over, rubbing the man’s massive cock and ass. Taking off Curtis’s underwear. Tom watching smiled. Ralph took off his underwear and put his cock to Curtis’s mouth who drunk as he was. Started sucking it. “Ahhh” that’s great Curtis.” Ralph took his cock out of the young man’s mouth. Kissed him. Then Ralph started playing with Curtis’s hole. Fingering him till he started to fist him. “Tight hole” Ralph thought. He lubed up his dick and Curtis’s asshole. Ralph slowly put his 6 inch hard cock into Curtis’s now open hole and started to go in and out. Meanwhile Tom was so caught up in watching Ralph fucking Curtis. That he didn’t hear Justin come in. “What the hell is going on here?” Justin demanded to know. Seeing his boyfriend getting fucked by his principle. Tom explained to Justin everything to him. meanwhile Ralph is getting ready to cum inside Curtis who is so drunk that he thinks it’s Justin fucking him. Ralph now is ready to cum. Starts to cum inside Curtis when Tom and Justin burst in. “Get off of my boyfriend you conniving piece of shit.” Justin shouted. Ralph and Tom got out. “He knows everything.” Tom said. “Curtis, I’m sorry.” “I’m going to take you home.” Justin said. “Home?” Curtis asked puzzled. “Yes” “Home.” “I love you Curtis.” “I love you too” “Curtis replied. they worked things out. Budget cuts got both Ralph and Tom fired. Curtis found a new job before the cuts. And Justin and Curtis grew stronger as a couple with the best sex life they could ever hope for

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

I felt like the old “Shake and Bake” commercial yesterday. An online pal of mine stealthed a bi guy from my gym—and I helped! Cory is a fireplug of a guy who comes into my city once or twice a month for work. He is in his mid 40’s, short at about 5’-6”, built like the proverbial brick shit house and has a hairy chest, shaved head and goatee—super hot and sexy. He also has great stylized tattoos ringing his biceps. I met him on Manhunt and I see him at the gym once in a blue moon as he has a membership to the same place as I do. Up to this point we had never actually played, just smiled, chatted and seen each other in the showers. That all changed yesterday. I saw Cory walking to the steam room from the showers with his sexy smile and a nice greeting as I was walking into the shower room. After a quick clean up I followed him to the steam room and sat just below him. Of course there were some guys hanging out, but eventually we were free. Cory massaged my neck, and then reached down to pinch a nipple and I was hard in a heartbeat. I finally got to see him hard and was a tad disappointed as it is not a big dick by any stretch—forgive the pun—but Corry oozes confidence and sex so I was more than happy to show him my oral skills. After a moment Cory quickly pushed me off when the door opened. (Why can’t I ever get a break in the steam room?) In walked a tall guy that I couldn’t get a good view of until he sat down closer to us on the opposite wall. He was dark haired, lanky, tattoos on his chest, either a largely shaved body or smooth, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He just sat there and sat there. I kept sending psychic commands for him to get the hell out of there so I could get back to Cory but maybe the steam cancelled out my demands. Cory was naked with the towel around his neck and I think he wanted to see if the guy was straight as I presumed. Cory discreetly did the scratch the balls and grab the crotch thing to gauge if there was any interest. I spread my legs wider and did my moves to try and send a message of interest as well. I could tell that Mr. Lanky was aware of our ploy as his eyes sure seemed to dart at us and the mound under his towel sure appeared to be getting bigger! Cory seemed convinced so he started openly stroking and I followed suit. Mr. Lanky finally pushed his towel aside and I was not disappointed! Of course, that only lasted a long moment because a well known troll just had to come in at that magic moment. I cursed under my breath and got up to leave. It was clear that the troll would set up shop in the steam room from past experience and he just pisses me off in any event. I went to take a shower. Cory came into the shower room first followed by Mr. Lanky a few minutes later. We were all lined up on the same wall and so we were able to check out the merchandise without steam obscuring the view. It was hot to see us all using the foam soap to wash up and get hard under the hot water. We were stroking for several minutes when our privacy was taken away with other gym members coming in. I rinsed off and went to the tiled area just outside the showers to towel off. It was fun, all in all, but there is only so much you can do at the gym. Cory came out and surprised me by saying I should follow him to his hotel room. I said sure, but what about the tall dude? Cory just smiled and said he would try to work his magic and to wait near the snack area when I was dressed. I crossed my fingers as I checked my phone for messages and e-mail while waiting downstairs. After several long minutes out came Cory with his trademark smile with our new pal right behind him! I got up and followed pronto! Cory introduced me to Jason and we all walked a few blocks to his hotel room while chatting about mindless stuff. I was quite happy when we finally got to Cory’s room. Cory stripped as soon as he closed the door and I quickly followed. Jason seemed a bit nervous but with Cory’s calming words, he finally was standing naked in front of us. I got a good opportunity to check out both men and their tattoos when I finally realized something—Cory’s arm tattoos had a biohazard symbol subtly incorporated in the barbed wire! Damn! I didn’t know Cory was poz like me! My dick responded by getting rock hard almost instantly. I knelt to suck Cory while Jason watched. When I tried to move over to sample Jason, he covered his dick with his hand and said he couldn’t do that without a condom. I rolled my eyes and Cory explained that wasn’t dangerous, but Jason just said he was actually bi, had little experience with guys and had a girlfriend so he had to be careful. He only fucked her bare because she was on the pill. Cory just smiled and said that was cool and we could play as safe as he wanted—even just jack off together. I was beyond disappointed as my dream of getting tag teamed was slipping out the window. Jason was ok having his balls licked, and he seemed to get off with Cory standing next to him nursing his nips while grabbing Jason’s amazing ass. For being tall and lanky, Jason sure had a sweet ass! I really wanted to at least eat that furry hole, but I could just tell that would be out of bounds so I knelt and worked Jason’s balls while he jacked off and Cory attached himself to Jason’s nips. Cory was sweet talking the whole time and complimenting Jason on his great body and especially his ass. Jason asked if Cory had any rubbers so maybe he could be sucked on, but Cory admitted that while he had lube and condoms, the condoms he had were pre-lubed so they weren’t great for sucking. Cory was fingering Jason’s pucker while the two of us over stimulated our new pal. Cory said that Jason had the prettiest ass and he needed to sample it. Jason just looked down and said he had never done that. Cory’s smile was electric and evil as he said it was time to do a little safe experimenting. Cory pushed Jason on the king-sized bed flat on his back with his legs sticking over the bed. Cory got out his lube and condoms and went to work greasing Jason’s virgin hole while I worked on Jason’s tits to keep him occupied and horny as they seemed to be a hot spot for him. Jason and I could see Cory wrap the rubber around his dick. Cory told Jason that he was perfect to break in virgin holes as he is not that big and he is very gentle. While Jason seemed unconvinced, Cory wasted no time pushing Jason’s long legs back and lining his short latex clad hard-on next to that tight fuzzy hole. This I had to see! Cory took over working Jason’s nips with his hands while I go on my knees behind Cory to see him slowly sliding inside Jason. It was fucking hot! I alternated between licking Cory’s ass and his nuts as he finally hit bottom. Jason was complaining about the discomfort, but Cory said he would get used to it and in time would love it. I suddenly had an idea—two ideas, actually. The first was to grab my cell phone from my nearby pants pocket and put it on silent while I turned it on to video. I wanted to film my second idea. I grabbed the lube and reached between Cory’s legs to feel his dick sliding in and out of Jason’s hole. I then started rolling the condom towards the head of Cory’s dick as he slide in and out. I suggested that Cory pull out so I could add more lube and then slid the condom all the way off and generously greased up Cory’s bare pole. I was out of my mind horny when Cory slid back in skin to skin and Cory moaned out loud saying that the extra lube really helped! I moaned as well filming my first condom to bareback fuck! Even Jason admitted that it seemed to be going in easier and I just said sometimes all you need is a little more lube. Cory started deep dicking Jason while both Jason and I jacked off. Fortunately our newbie couldn’t see that I was filming due to lying on his back and Cory surrounding him. It was even more fortunate that he couldn’t see the condom resting on the carpet useless in its job of protecting Jason from pregnancy and disease. Being that Jason is a man, I only hoped he would become knocked up with Cory’s DNA. It took only about 10 minutes of serious fucking for all three of us to get close. Jason had been really safe with not being sucked without a rubber I laughed silently to myself as I watched his deflowering proceed. He was giving up his anal and safe sex virginity to a poz bear and I couldn’t be happier! Frankly, participating in my first stealthing was way hotter than getting my hungry ass filled. I could tell both of them were getting close. Peeking around I could see Jason’s really nice dick leaking precum like a faucet and he was getting really flushed. Cory had this stern and determined look on his face. Knowing that he was going to breed Jason with his hopefully life changing seed made me whack like crazy. Cory’s gentleness disappeared as the end approached. Jason was moaning and whimpering from the rough fuck he was now receiving. I told Cory to pound Jason’s ass and make it his. I growled to him to own Jason’s ass. I told Jason to enjoy his ass being bred by a real man. Jason’s crying out was music to my ears! Cory started to breath raggedly and groaned out loud: “Here it is, Jason! I’m doing you like you do your girl friend—how does it feel?” Jason replied that it hurt but he was getting really close. Cory asked him if he was ready to be bred and Jason just moaned “fuck, yes!” Cory bellowed that he was coming while I watched and filmed from behind. It was glorious to see Cory’s ass and nuts squeeze in time to that ageless wonder of insemination. “Holy, FUCK!” Jason cried with his eyes closed tight as he spewed his negative seed all over his face and chest. I was very pleased to see that while I discreetly filmed his climax. Jason’s climax triggered mine and I shot all over my hand and the carpet. I made sure Cory stayed buried until I gained my self composure enough to film him slide out of Jason’s previously virgin hole. The leaking and copious froth looked slightly pink to me and I rubbed my own sperm coated fingers over his violated hole while Cory collapsed on top of Jason. I said I’d get some wash cloths so I wet a few down in hot water and handed them to the guys. I thanked them both for a great time and Jason did the same thanking us for helping him explore his other side. I made sure to mention that his ass was covered and probably filled with lube because we used a ton to make his first fuck easier. Cory thanked Jason for giving him his cherry and said his was the finest ass he had ever broken in. Jason blushed at that, but still smiled. Jason and I were in good spirits as we left the hotel. Just to cover my ass I made sure to tell Jason that it was great to meet them both that day at the gym. If the seeding takes, I want to make sure that I can’t be traced to knowing Cory. Jason said he rarely gets into the city, but today was his lucky day. If he only knew! I can only wonder if Cory’s seed is medicated. Regardless, the stealth fuck that I helped with was one of the hottest things I have ever done!

For sure, would have been hot seeing another guy who likes him topping. Dan's been traveling for work so only seen him once. I think the beer and my friend's excellent pussy eating got him horny that night because the time we hooked up since then he wanted a condom. I think he'll get tempted to go bare again sooner or later.

Words have meaning, even if the meaning is inconvenient. Cheating means breaking the rules. So if your serious girlfriend at any given time doesn't mind you having sex with someone else - male or female - then it's not breaking the rules, and you're not cheating. But if a relationship partner DOES mind, and you've agreed to be monogamous, and you have sex with someone else, then that's cheating. Whether it's "too good not to" is kind of irrelevant.

Went to Flex Cleveland on Saturday and bred 2 really nice cumdumps. The first one I deposited load number 5 in. I knew bc he had a marker and tally marks. That was a really hot experience, getting to leave your deposit number on a cumdumps ass cheek. The other load went in a cumdump in what they call the asylum, I was breeding a face down ass up pig and his friend walked over and got his ass in the air and stood right beside him, I wanted to try his ass as he was watching me breed his friend. I switched to the other guy and came in about 30 seconds, His ass was so sloppy I could feel what only could be described as pure heaven. I swear this pig had a dozen or more loads in him, He was soo loose I didn't know if he even felt much. He had so much cum in him, I felt it drip on my leg. It was fucking hot as hell. I was really disappointed I was having some performance as I was going on little to no sleep and worked a full 12 hour day before driving 2 hours to Cleveland. Next time I will have to take a nap before I go. That was kind of embarrassing but shit happens when you're a working man (60 hours a week) and still trying to have a active sex live.

Last Monday I was in Lisbon and really wanted to breed an ass. Grindr was pretty boring, but after a while a 19 year old guy responded. He was slim, good looking, and had a beautiful bubble butt. I immediately wanted to blow my load in his ass. So I contacted him, but instead of small talk the guy cut to the chase, saying he was an escort, his rate was 40 euro for a fuck, and when asked, he responded he only fucked Safe. Shit. I was pissed. But as I really wanted it I went for it, but decided I would only fuck him using spoiled rubbers, so I prepared a rubber by piercing it with a needle. Invisible, but effective. Arriving at his place I was very well pleased. The boy was hot indeed. When i arrived at his place, I was not disappointed: the boy was hot. Not only did he look his age, he was 1.75 meter in height and 60 kg, and his ass was as perfect as his Grindr profile suggested. Well, we got down to business. He began by giving me a light small massage, and then I decided it was time to fuck his ass. I removed the customized condom from my pocket, made a show of opening the cellophane, and even allowed the kid to slip it on my cock. He never caught-on I had tampered with the condom. After a few minutes of fucking the condom was still intact, so I began wondering if my efforts would be in vain, then I distinctly felt it snap, and, of course, the pleasure quotient immediately doubled. There's nothing like barebacking a guy's ass. After some more fucking, by now essentially fully bareback, I could tell I was about to cum, and I warned the kid as much. "Shoot your load in my ass, and don't stop fucking me," he instructed, not realizing, of course, I was actually barebacking him. The knowledge of this pushed me over the edge, and I shot my charged load deep in his ass. When I pulled out I had to play the game, so I said "Oh, shit! The condom broke!" Looking over, the guy saw the broken condom around my shaft. "Shit," he responded, but added "don't worry, I won't give you anything. I always fuck safe." I was inwardly very pleased he was negative. Pulling on my clothing, I left him with my poz load in his ass. This was the first time I had stealth-fucked a 'safe-only' bottom, and I can honestly say I loved it. I need to do it again, and soon. Now, please keep your fingers crossed, and that I pozzed him. I'll know I was successful if his profile to 'bareback escort'.

He sounds cute AF! My experience has been that smaller penises get a lot harder than bigger ones. I certainly bottom for smaller guys. If I can convince them to top. A lot of times it seems they're bashful (certainly sounds like "Brian" is), and my rather large endowment aggravates that. But I'd much rather get a small dick in my ass than no dick at all, and sometimes (like the time the OP had) they can actually be a lot more fun. Not so much that size doesn't matter as that other things matter a lot more. Attitude especially.

Part 2... So I was getting totally fucked in earnest by this BBC and my slammed up hole was convulsing on his every thrust. Squeezing, milking him for every bit of nut in his enormous sack. "You like that big nigga pipe in your pussy don't you baby? You're gonna get all that nut in yo pussy in a minute. Ohhh" and with that he gave a final thrust and seated his member the deepest it would go in me and his dick began to swell with every pulse. Suddenly, my hole was burning up, as every pulse brought out torrents of nut coating my insides. He collapsed on top of me and began to pull out. "Just wait bitch, Ima call my boys now, and we finna run a train on that pussy. You gonna have so much nigga dick and nut you might explode." Part 3 soon...

That is fucking hot as hell.

If I won the LOTTERY I would retire from my "real" job and become a full time whore. I cannot imagine anything more fun than taking loads and sucking dick all the time.

Never been turned on by race play, just doesn't strike a chord in me. Mind fuck humiliation though... damn. It has to be subtle to really work on me, i've experienced it with Top/Dom guys of a type, who are emotionally and mentally powerful, but the farthest thing from forceful or bullying. i guess that's what makes it so powerful for me, that they are able to get the upper hand and control me, then subtly make it clear that's what's happened as i submit to Them. i had one Dom who regressed me by continuously praising and encouraging me as a "Good boy!!" the whole time i was gagging and tearing, nose running working so hard to please Him by taking His huge cock in my throat. i felt like a little kid trying to please His so hard, and He knew how to get me to that place and control me there. i adored Him, i couldn't help it, and He knew it... we both did.

Chapter 15 Hey guys, I’m back. Miss me? So I’ve been poz two years now and I have to tell you I’ve had the best sex since getting knocked up. I especially love my sessions with Josh and his dad, my best friend, Kevin, who became a poz pig about a year ago. When Chad told me his biohaz tat was a magnet for neg chasers I thought he was full of shit but damn, he wasn’t joking. At first I was a little nervous about what guys would think. If you remember I have a small one on my hip and a much larger one on my back between my shoulder blades. The symbol on my back is surrounded by a cool design made up using the initials of the four guys that pozzed me. Some guys are total assholes and make snide remarks and can’t understand why anyone would advertise they were diseased, their words not mine, and then there’s the chasers who go crazy with lust when they see it and want nothing more than to bend over right there and take my toxic swimmers. But my favorites by far are those guys who haven’t quite realized that they’re chasers. It’s amazing the first time they say out loud that they want your poz cum. It’s like watching a butterfly spreed it’s wings for the first time. It was the second anniversary of my pozzing and what better way to celebrate than with a visit to the man who started me on the journey. I loved going to Dr. Manning’s office. I always left with at least one load, usually a few more buried deep inside. We weren’t having our Friday fuckfests anymore but I still managed to hook up with the guys often. There’s nothing like that deep connection to your gifters. In fact, over the last year the doc and I had grown even closer. I really considered him a good friend. “Scotty! I haven’t seen you in weeks. My dick missed you. You can’t leave without me fucking at least one load deep in your cunt.” Don’t you wish that was the greeting you got every time you went to see your doctor? “Hi Matty, I’ve missed you too. Works been crazy. I’m in a new position now that requires more travel so I’ve been away for a bit.” He gave me a big wet kiss. I glanced into the waiting room and saw a cute younger guy watching us. He just smiled, squeezed his crotch and winked at me. Definitely part of our twisted poz family. “I have to warn you, docs acting a bit off today so approach with caution.” “So you’re telling me I shouldn’t greet him in the exam room naked, on all fours fingering my myself?” “Hey I’m just giving you a heads up,” he gave me his ‘why do I bother’ look, “what you do with that information is totally on you.” I gave him another kiss, “I do love you Matty, and I’ll heed your advice, thanks.” I sat down in the waiting room across from the cute guy and said, “don’t you just love coming to the doctors office?” “I sure do, I cum every time!” Of course Chris chooses this moment to come get me. I hoped the cutie was still there when I was finished. I gave Chris a hug and a kiss and followed him back to the exam room. “Okay let’s get everything out of the way before doc comes in. Just to warn you, something’s crawled up his ass and died today he’s ornery as fuck.” “Man first Matty now you. What the fucks going on with him?” “Good question, I’ve never seen him like this and every time I ask if he’s okay he’s like ‘of course I’m okay, don’t you have something you should be doing.’” “Damn! I’m suddenly wanting to be anywhere but here.” He laughed, “I’m sure he’ll be fine with you, you’re one of his favorites, just don’t provoke him.” He laughed and started taking my vitals and drawing my blood. He finished up gave me a deep kiss then left the room. I always got so horny when I came here. A waited about twenty minutes and still no doc. This was totally unlike him. He'd never kept me waiting for more than a few minutes before. I was getting ready to go ask Matty when the door opened. “Hi Scotty, sorry for the wait I was taking care of a family matter.” He gave me a kiss and a big hug grabbing my ass as he let go. “Everything Okay?” “Yes, sorry it’s just family shit.” “Doc, both of your very devoted employees warned me to be on my best behavior because you were a bit off today.” “Fuck! They’re right I’ve been snapping at them all day.” I got off the exam table, pulled him up from his chair and had him take my place on the table. I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his stiffening cock from his jock. “Scotty, not that I don’t appreciate your hot mouth but what are you doing?” “Doc, it’s my two year anniversary and I’m not leaving here until I have your poz cum inside me. So lay back and relax. If you want to tell me what’s crawled up you ass fine if not I’m still sucking you off.” I got busy feasting on his cock. He leaked a ton whenever he was really turned on so even though he was stressed his cock was flowing which told me I was doing something right. “God Scotty, I love your mouth,” he moaned. “Don’t suppose you want an 18 year old spoiled entitled little snot nosed asshole to come live with you do you?” I looked him in the eye mid suck and pulled off to say, “umm yea no thank you,” then dove back onto his cock. He laughed, “I didn’t think so,” his eyes rolled back in his head and I knew I had him close. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat and started to unload. “Fuck! I needed that. Thanks.” I made sure all the cum was off his dick and politely stuck his cock back in his jock, like a good cocksucker should. “So is it safe to say you’ve inherited a entitled snot nosed 18 year old?” “You forgot asshole, but yes so it would seem. My sister has given up on her son and since I’m her big brother she’s expecting me to come to the rescue.” “If he’s 18 isn’t he ready to start college?” “You’d think so but he barely made it out high school apparently so college is out of the question for now and there’s not really any job in their small town so she thinks sending him here is a good idea.” “Which I’m assuming you think is not a good idea?” He gave me a look like I was the dumbest person in the universe. “Umm I’m not exactly a good role model for an impressionable teenager, now am I?” “Oh I don’t know doc, you set me on the right path,” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Oh you are definitely not helping.” “Okay I’m sorry you’re right. Let’s break this down. Does he want to come to the city?” “Yes, she told him her idea before she asked me and of course he thinks it’s a great idea.” “What kind of kid is he?” “Good question, I haven’t seen him in about ten years. Last time I saw him he was this pudgy annoying 9 year old. He turns 19 next week. Apparently he was working at some diner but they just closed so he lost his job. I told my sister when she started guilt tripping me that he was almost 19 he should be taking care of himself now not relying on his uncle.” I started laughing, “oh I bet that went over well.” He smiled, “exactly!” “So what are you going to do?” “Only thing I can do. He’ll be here tomorrow.” “Well that explains your mood. Well let’s see what does he like doing?” “I guess he’s a runner, really likes the outdoors. Two things I don’t exactly enjoy. Honestly I haven’t seen him in like ten years, I have no clue what to do with him. Dr. Janice down the hall needs a part time receptionist so she’s agreed to give him a shot but I don’t know, I’m absolutely dreading this.” “Breathe doc, we’ll get you through this. I can take him running with me and I’ve been doing a lot of hiking the past year so if he wants, he can come out with me. Not that he’ll want to hang with a 52 year old.” “Thanks Scotty I appreciate it.” There was a knock on the door and Matty stuck his head in. “Hey doc, I’m really sorry to interrupt you but there’s some guy here says he’s your nephew and he’s got a couple suitcases with him.” “Fuck me! He’s not supposed to be here until to tomorrow.” “Come on doc, breathe damnit or we’re going to have find a doctor for you.” I grabbed his hand and said, “let’s go meet your pudgy asshole of a nephew, shall we.” “Oh Scotty, there’s nothing pudgy about this boy.” Matty said licking his lips. The three of us went out to the waiting room. I took one look and turned to the doc, “I thought you said he was 18?” “Nineteen next week.” “Yea like one week makes all the difference.” This absolutely hunk of a man, okay almost 19 year old kid, stood up to greet his uncle. “Hi uncle Pete.” Interesting, so after two years and countless loads I finally know the doc’s first name. “Sorry I’m early, mom changed my flight on me since she had to be somewhere tomorrow,” he said rolling his eyes. “I’m guessing by the look on your face she forgot to tell you.” “Yep that would be an accurate statement but no worries. Brandon, damn, you grew up. You look good. Umm, you’ve met Matty here,” Matty was grinning like a fool. I nudged him to try to calm him down. “And this is Scotty, he’s a good friend of mine.” I reached out to shake the young man’s hand. Okay so to describe Brandon, 6’, 180lbs of lean muscle. Looked like he had a hairy chest based on the little bit of hair poking out from the collar of his shirt. Couple days worth of stubble on his face, light brown hair, with dark hazel eyes. I’d say it was safe to say he’d out grown his pudgy days. “Matty how many more patients do I have?” “Two more doc, one’s already waiting in exam room two, and your other patient called to say he’s running a bit late but will be here.” “Uncle Pete it’s fine really. Take your time I can wait or go walk around and come back. Really it’s okay, don’t worry about me.” I could tell doc was feeling conflicted. “Umm doc, I’m headed out to grab a bite to eat, why don’t I take Brandon with me while you finish up.” Doc looked slightly relieved. He glanced at Brandon, “I could eat.” “Okay, it’s settled. I’ll bring him back in an hour so.” “Thanks Scotty. Before you go let me just finish off our your visit. Brandon can you give us ten minutes?” “I’m good take your time.” I followed Dr. Manning back to the exam room, the second the door was closed he barked, “shorts off, bend over the table.” I assumed the position and he wasted no time shoving his hard dick deep inside my ass. “Damn doc, you seem to have some pent up energy.” He continued to pound me rough and hard. “Fuck, you saw him right. It was fuck you or fuck my nephew and I don’t think he’s ready for that.” “Oh yea doc I saw him.” “Did you notice how he couldn’t take his eyes off your tats?” “Umm nope I missed that,” I said. “You don’t think he plays on our team do you?” I moaned as he went balls deep and started shooting his load. “No clue, guess you can do some digging while you’re at dinner.” “You want that doc?” “Oh man that would be so hot. I always get rock hard watching Kevin fuck with his boys. Nothing like a little sex between family members. My nephew’s fucking beautiful and I can’t wait for us to introduce him to our twisted poz family.”

Chapter 12 Turns out being a total slut is a great way to get a good nights sleep. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. I made it to brunch to find Kevin waiting for me. So to explain Kevin, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him since freshman year at college. I got him through his first STI, his first broken heart when found out the girl he was dating cheated on him, hence his first STI. I was there when he knocked up his new girlfriend during senior year. I was also his best man at his wedding and became godfather to his third kid, Josh. So in other words we had a bit of a history. His kids even called me uncle Scott. He always had a way of getting me to spill all my secrets so I was nervous about brunch. He gave me a hug then immediately asked how I was. “I’m good Just getting over the flu but good. Works keeping me busy. So what’s going on with Josh?” Smooth right? “Scott I don’t know what I’m going to do. He’s gay.” “And? That’s a problem why?” “No, no I don’t care about that. You know I’m staying with him while I’m in town.” I nodded yes. “Wanda told me not to. That he needed his space just to stay at the hotel but no I wanted to spend some quality time with my son.” He was starting to spiral. “Kevin, focus. Tell me what happened.” “I walked in on him having sex.” “Yea still not seeing the problem. I mean I’m sure you both were a little shocked but it’s just sex.” “No! He wasn’t using a condom.” I bust out laughing. “Oh dear god is that all?” “It’s not funny. What about all those diseases?” He was seriously stressing out. “Kevin relax. I’m sure he’s on PrEP so it fine. Plus if he was topping the chance of getting HIV is less than if he was bottoming.” “I didn’t understand a word you just said.” “Kevin I’m sure he’s fine. Did you talk to him?” “Oh my god no! We were both too embarrassed, we’ve barely been able to look each other in the eye.” This was really too funny. If he only knew what I’d been doing yesterday he’d kill over. “You should really talk to him if you’re concerned.” “Well I’m actually flying back home later this afternoon so I don’t think I’ll have the chance. Would you talk to him?” I was taking a drink as he said that and just about spit the water out. “Umm you want me to talk to your son about sex. Thanks but I’ll pass. He’s a grown man.” Scott, please. You’re both gay and you’re older so you could be a mentor to him.” “You want me to mentor your son in gay sex?” He was getting flabbergasted with me, “Scott, no that’s not what I meant at all. Please, you are his godfather after all.” “Okay fine, what exactly do you want me to tell him?” “You know just about that safe sex stuff.” “Okay you win. Can we now please change the subject?” “Of course,” He said grinning now that he’d gotten his way. “ I must say I was really impressed with his penis. For a short guy he was really big. Must have gotten that from my side of the family.” “Holy shit I can’t believe we’re discussing your sons dick, and don’t forget I’ve seen yours so if he’s big he didn’t get that from you!” “Oh that hurts!” He said laughing. He got serious for a second, “but thanks, really I mean it.” The rest of brunch went off without a hitch and I was soon putting him in a cab. I then proceeded to put Josh at the back of my mind and life returned to normal except, of course I was having a lot more sex! Every couple of days Kevin would text to see how it went with Josh and I’d just make some excuse. Finally after about a month of his texts I couldn’t take it any more so I sent Josh a note. ‘Hey Josh it’s your uncle Scott. Just wondering if you were free for dinner sometime this week?’ He’s young so I really didn’t expect a response any time soon so I was shocked when my phone buzzed with a text. ‘Hey uncle Scott you don’t need to take me out. I know this is dad trying to meddle.’ This kid was good. I figured we could go on texting all night or I could just call the fucker. “Uncle Scott, really you don’t need to take me out. I promise I’m fine.” “Hi Josh. I’m sure you are but you know your father. He’s never going to give either of us any peace until we meet up. I promise we will not discuss your sex life.” I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Okay fine, I suppose I could meet you for dinner. I’m free tonight if you’re game.” “Perfect! Say half an hour at that diner on your corner.” “Great see you there.” If I played my cards right I’d be done quick then I could hit up a new fuck bud in the neighborhood and hopefully get a load or two. Now I hadn’t seen Josh in about two years so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Last time I saw him he was a little chunky, had long hair and was wearing really thick glasses. This hot young guy saw me walk in to the diner and raised his hand in my direction. I looked behind me thinking someone had come in after me but I was alone. “Uncle Scott, over here.” Wow the last years had been good to him. “Fuck me Josh you look amazing.” He stood up and gave me a hug. “Thanks, you too. You’ve got more ink.” “And you look totally different. Fuck, no wonder your dad’s worried about you,” I said chuckling. He was about 5’6”, 160lbs, all muscles, tanned, from what I could tell he looked pretty smooth up top but his legs were hairy. His hair was cut short on the sides but a little longer on top. Like me, he was wearing shorts and a tank top. He smiled, “my last roommate was a personal trainer.” “Well damn he did good work.” He started blushing. “Thanks, I like the new me.” “You look hot. I’m sure if your dick is as big as your dad says it is you have no problems finding guys to fuck either.” Holy shit I can’t believe I just said that to my godson. “He grinned, “dad said I had a big dick?” “He tried to infer you got it from him, but believe me I’ve seen his and let’s just say he’s not what I would call well endowed.” He started laughing, “I’ve seen his and grandpa’s and I can assure you my size didn’t come from his side of the family. But wait did dad and you ever...you know?” Okay how did I get into this conversation?? “Umm well, we were roommates you know.” “Yes, and...” “I may have sucked him off a time or two.” “Oh my god I knew it!” “You cannot tell him I told you that. He’d kill me.” He was trying really hard not to laugh. “I always had a feeling about my dad.” “Your dad is not gay. We were kids in college and he was usually drunk and needed to get off, and trust me he never returned the favor.” “Well maybe but I have to say when he walked in on me fucking the twink he certainly was tenting in the pants if you know what I mean.” “Wait, what? Really?” He was shaking his head yes and grinning like a fool. “Well damn! Okay enough talking about your dad,” I chuckled. “Fine, so do you want to talk about my sex life then?” He was smirking. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “Yea it’s fun watching you squirm.” “You little shit. Even though you’ve got all those muscles I can still put you over my knee young man.” “Ummm uncle Scott I had no idea you were so kinky.” He winked at me. “Oh Josh, you have no idea how twisted I am,” I started to give him an evil grin. He gulped and grabbed his drink. This was fun! “Umm, Yea...so this conversation just got, umm I’m not really sure what.” I started laughing, “sorry didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “No, no, this just isn’t at all how I imagined dinner going.” “Me either. We can change the topic if you’d like?” “Well actually, since we’ve already gone to an uncomfortable place,” he chuckled nervously, “can I ask you some questions?” “Of course anything.” “So what’s your opinion of barebacking? I mean I’m assuming dad told you he caught me fucking without a condom.” “Is it safe to assume that your cool with fucking raw seeing how you were doing it?” “The twink really wanted me to breed him and I was out of condoms. Me personally I honestly don’t feel strongly one way or the other but friends would kill me if they knew I fucked raw.” “Are you on PrEP?” I asked. “Nope. I know I should be but just haven’t gotten around to it yet.” “So are you mostly a top and how did it feel when you were fucking him?” “I’m versatile. Fucking raw felt absolutely amazing at least a 10 times better than being covered up; although, I’ve never been fucked raw though.” About this time our cute waiter brought out our food. He took one look at Josh and said, “honey, bareback is the only way! And I can tell your hot daddy here agrees with me 100%.” His hand glazed down my back, inside my tank top, dipping down to touch my newest tattoo that Max had just finished up a few days ago. He patted my back and walked away. “Ummm ok that was interesting. So daddy is he right?” The little shit was grinning from ear to ear. “First of all don’t ever call me daddy again! I may be old enough but I’m definitely not a daddy. And secondly, we’ll fuck it, yeah he’s right I never use condoms.” “Are you on PrEP?” “Nope,” I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at him. “There’s a lot of guys who don’t believe in condoms, in fact they don't think any gay man should use them.” “Yea my friends are definitely not in that camp. They think guys that bareback are really stupid and get what they deserve.” “And what do you think?” “I think it feels amazing and honestly don’t really see any problems with it. I’ve just learned to keep my mouth quiet around them.” “Maybe you need new friends,” I said winking at him. “I think you may be right. So you really never use condoms, and you’re not on PrEP?” “I had some very good friends show me how amazing sex could be and not a fucking condom was ever in sight.” “Do you worry about HIV?” “Not any more.” “Not anymore?” He asked with a skeptical look on his face. “Does that mean your, you know, are you...” “It’s okay Josh you can say it.” “Are you HIV positive?” “What would you say if I was?” He was squirming in his seat and seemed to be adjusting his crotch. Hmmm was this conversation making him hard?? “Umm honestly I think it’s kind of hot. The thoughts making me hard. God that’s so fucked up right.” “Nope! Not fucked up at all!” By this time I was getting rather hard. Josh excused himself to go to restroom. I think he needed to digest our conversation. But I noticed his shorts were looking rather snug as well. He was gone quite awhile and I was starting think maybe he’d ditched me when he came wandering back to the table. Instead of heading straight for his seat he walked around so he could pass behind me. “Everything okay? You’re looking a bit like the cat who ate the canary.” “Um, I’m good. I uh just was talking to our waiter while I was in the bathroom and he uh mentioned the tattoo on your back.” “Just talking?” I raised my eyebrows and gave him my serious look. He started blushing and looked sheepishly away from me. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. He taste good?” I didn’t think it was possible for someone to go even redder. This was really a lot of fun. “So what about my tat?” “Well he mentioned that it kinda looked like it might be a bio hazard sign.” “And did that turn him on?” “Not sure but but he sure as hell shot his load pretty quick.” “Does it turn you on? It’s okay if it does.” I winked at him. “Uncle Scott, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. The thought of you being poz has me rock hard.” “Josh, let me tell you a little story.” I proceeded to tell him about the last two months of my life. His jaw hit the floor and he looked at me with hunger. “Holy fuck that is the hottest shit I have ever heard. Uncle Scott will you poz my tight faggot ass?”

PART 4 ”You have my cock so hard Chris. Such an eager little cocksucker. Yeah, lick that precum. It’s all for you sexy boy,” Tom murmurred encouragingly. Maybe a few times the thought 'Oh, fuck, this guy is my neighbor' crosed my mind, but I certainly didn't dwell on any issues: it was all happening very, vast, fast, an besides, indisputably, I loved being on my knees, worshiping his beautiful man cock. It had such a perfect mushroom head, full and pronounced. It felt perfect inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. And that long thick veiny shaft, with just the slightest barely there upward curve felt like hot steel. His massive balls that I couldn’t quite fit into my mouth in a nice tight sack. I just wanted it more and more. I was losing control. Trying to suck it all into my throat and gagging. Finally, Tom pulled me off his cock. I looked up worried I wasn’t pleasing him. I think he sensed my concern and reassured me saying "That feels almost too good sexy boy, and we are just getting started. I’m not ready to let you make me cum yet. Right now I need to more of you. Get up and go over to and stand facing the desk and spread your legs a little. God, that ass is so beautiful. Such a perfect boy butt. Now, bend over and grab the desk. I just want to see what it looks... oh what an amazing hole. You have the most perfect asshole, Chris.” This entire time I was following orders, and apparently I enjoyed my role as my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Yeah, I loved hearing how much he liked me. A super hot man with a huge cock thought I was sexy and had a great ass. Breaking me out of my thoughts, he spoke again, “ Chris, what’s on your mind? Is there something else you want to try now maybe?” I was a little shy, but it felt safe to admit to Tom "That thing you said where you licked a guys butt. Is that... did you want to maybe try that with me?” I've gotta admit, even horny out of my mind, I was blushing. Fortunately Tom was very, very smooth: “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss and lick your boy hole, Chris. Here come over and lie on the bed and pull your knees up. Yeah like that, so I can see that little hole. It’s so pretty. I swear it’s like it’s asking me to play with it and make it feel good. Do you want that Chris, to have me make your boy hole feel good?” Laying on the edge of the bed, my knees pulled up, practically able to feel his breath on my hole, I lost and begged a little for the first time. “Please, Tom, do it. I never wanted to have somebody play with my butt like this before. Please do it. Anything. Your tongue or your fingers even.” His reply was short, “I won’t make you wait. I can see you need it.” And with that he moved in, inhaling the scent of my crack and then slowly teasing my hole. The electric shock of pleasure made me buck. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. He was an artist with his mouth and had me squirming and writhing and barely able to breathe. It felt so good. And then when he pushed his tongue and tried to fuck me with it, I just melted completely. “Oh god oh god that feels so good. It feels so fucking good!” I blurted. And then he stopped. His attentions to my ass were a whole new realm of experience, such that I had no idea even existed. I wanted more, most definitely, but was also aware the pleasure Tom was eliciting from my ass took precidence even over my cock. I desperately wanted to experience more of the pleasure he had been giving my young asshole. I needed to feel more. “That hole - damn," Tom remarked, adding "I could eat that asshole every day. Nothing is better than a hot eager boyhole.” I was so happy. He had loved doing it, and apparently wanted to do it every day. I had pleased him. Now he continued, “Look at my cock Chris. Look it’s even harder now. All because of your hole. Your little hole makes me this hard. I really want to try something with you. I think you will really like it. I love it and guys who love having their butts eaten seem to just really LOVE it.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a small brown bottle which he offered to me saying "These are called poppers. Have you heard of them?” I just shook my head. He continued explaining "You just sniff it and it’s totally harmless but it just... well I promise you, you will really love it. It will make you even hornier than you are now.” He unscrewed the cap and out the bottle to his nose and held one nostril shut and took a deep breath of the poppers and held it. “See, it’s super safe but.... oh man, fuck yeahhhh,” he moaned as he slowly stroked his giant dick. Handing the bottle to me, Tom provided instructions saying "One more time, one nostril at a time and hold it in. Hold on one sec Chris. I want to watch you take your first sniffs. And I want to just get some of this on me.” He had pulled out some lube and was stroking it onto his cock. He then took a blob and rubbed it onto my hole. I said nothing but definitely noticed that a guy had just put lube on my butt. I wondered if Tom wanted to fuck me. Before I had a chance to think Tom instructed "Okay, Chris, here use that pillow for your neck. Yeah, like that. Now lift those legs up so I can see your hole. Now take two breaths in each nostril just when I tell you to, okay?” I nodded, so horned up and so out of control already with lust. And then he spoke,”Take a nice deep breath and hold it. Okay, again. Now other side deep breath. Hold it. One more time. Hold it.”

YOU ARE SOO RIGHT A TOP HAS POWER OVER A BOTTOM, THAT IS WHY WE ARE BOTTOMS, TO BE USED BY TOPS AND THEN DISCARDED AFTER USE, AND THIS WAS THE CASE HERE HOWEVER THE BOTTOM CONSENTED TO BEING POZED "I looked into his eyes and told him how I was going to fuck his ass and convert it. How my poz cum was going to flow into his body. His eyes just looked up at mine and he smiled. I was in heaven." BUT NOT TO BENIG ROBBED WHILE HE WAS ASLEEP. ANYWAY AS YOU SAY THE AUTHOR CERTAINLY CONVEYS THE POWERLESSNESS of a TRUE BOTTOM WHICH IS WHAT THIS COLLEGE BOY BECAME.