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The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

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.

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.

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard! As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike. My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW. After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. “But I’m not finished yet.” “I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.” “I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.” Was I hearing right? I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. “Can I shoot up your Ass?” “Cum in me—Pleease!” The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

Chapter 3 – More fun with Alex In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about a weekend getaway that our friend, Gary, had gotten us as a present. The weekend was a fister’s paradise; we all had fisted and been fisted by numerous guys. I met Alex, a guy who lived near us, and now we’re fisting buddies. Now, Alex was a fist buddy. He came over to our place, and we had a few fist parties. This time, we planned something special for him. We invited Alex to our place and told him to be ready to spend the weekend. He was due to arrive Friday evening, and Jake and I were going to work him over. Once he was well spun and opened up, we had a few other guys lined up to come and play in his hole. We’ve played with Alex enough now that we know what he likes. He’s 40, about 5’9”, and has a nice thick body. He’s covered in light hair all over, with a good bit of hair on his ass. He likes to keep his cock hidden away in a jockstrap while he’s in a fisting session, and it’s hot to see the pouch get wet when some fluid leaks out of it. I’m especially likely to suck him through his wet strap. We spent some time smoking the pipe, just blowing clouds and shotgunning the smoke between each other. Jake and I were both naked, and Alex was wearing his red jockstrap. This is one that he wears often, and he doesn’t wash it, so it has a great aroma and taste. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other all over, but with a special focus on Alex and his hot ass. I had already worked three fingers in with just some spit for lube, and he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide, moaning as I penetrated him. Clearly, it was time for him to get in the sling. We got him situated in the sling, and he took a few more hits from the pipe. He had to be really spun at that point. Jake sat down at the foot of the sling to start working over Alex into a frenzy. I was positioned up near his head, where I could see what Jake was doing and also feed my cock to Alex. It doesn’t take long to get a fist into Alex. He’s usually pretty opened up, and today was no exception. Jake was able to sink his hand into Alex quickly. Alex moaned with the insertion and sucked my cock into his mouth. Even though it wasn’t hard, he likes sucking on it. Jake was working his hand back and forth in Alex’s ass. I know Jake’s style well enough to know what he was doing inside Alex. He’d extend his hand on the insertion, probe around with his fingers when he got in deep, and then make a fist as he drew back. From how Alex responded, it was working well for him. I was able to bend down and nuzzle Alex’s cock through his jockstrap. This strap has seen a lot of action and has a great aroma and taste to it. Alex pushed out a bit of precum to start soaking the strap, and I eagerly sucked on the wet spot. It’s also hot to be so close to his hole when he’s taking a fist since I can see and hear the action up close. Jake worked Alex over for a while and then told me it was my turn to fist him. So, Jake and I traded places. I lubed up my right hand and slid it right inside Alex, turning as I entered. Alex has a deep hole, so I could get most of my forearm inside him in a single stroke. Some more twisting and pushing let me gain little increments of depth. Alex held up a hand to slow me down so that he could take some poppers. I know that when he is on a poppers high, he will ride my arm like the pig that he is. I slowed to a stop, keeping my hand deep inside him, and waited for the poppers to hit. Once they did, Alex started out by using the sling to rock back and forth on my arm. He’d also move his whole body up and down, making my arm move around in his ass. Alex rode the poppers high for a while but eventually slowed down and collapsed back into the sling. I made minimal movements inside him, giving him some recovery time. Once he had rested for a while, I decided to move on to a dildo. I slowly withdrew my hand from his ass, making a fist and twisting it at the entrance to really stretch him out. He likes having his hole stretched, so he really enjoyed this. I grabbed my Crackstuffers Twisted dildo. This toy is long and, as the name implies, has a spiral design that lets you literally screw it into a hole. It’s great for depth play since you can slowly work it deeper and deeper into a hole. Alex saw the toy I had chosen, and his eyes widened. He had previously ridden this toy but had only gotten about half of it in him. This time, I wanted to get it in deeper, so I lubed it generously all the way to the base. I teased Alex a little by rubbing the toy around on his ass, spreading the lube around. Then, I inserted it into his ass, getting almost half of it in him on the first push. With the spiral design, this toy feels great even without twisting it, but adding some twists makes it even better. Alex was clearly enjoying the ride and reached back to spread his ass for me. Seeing this hairy stud taking a huge toy deep in his ass was sexy and exciting for me too. I pulled it all the way out, leaving his hole with a bit of a gape. More lube went on the toy, and I shoved some more into his hole with my hands. This time, we were going to go even deeper. The toy went in smoothly up to about the halfway point. Then, I paused and let Alex get used to the feeling of fullness. I’d shake or tap on the toy, turning it a little to give him some great internal sensations. When I would turn it, I’d use the spiral design to go a little deeper each time. At one point, Alex huffed some more poppers. I took advantage of that to get another inch or two of the toy screwed into his ass. He didn’t know it, but he had most of the dildo inserted in his ass. The base is also pretty thick, so he was getting a good stretch, too. While I was screwing the dildo into him, Alex was rubbing his cock through the jockstrap and sucking on Jake’s dick. Jake can get hard when he parties, so he has a fun cock for sucking then. Sometimes, though, Alex would get distracted by what was going on in his ass and forget about Jake’s cock. There were moments when he was riding the dildo and rubbing his cock in a perfect expression of bliss. Alex only had a little more of the dildo to take, so I slowly screwed it into him. The great thing about this toy is that it’s almost self-guiding. As you screw it in, the guy’s ass just keeps accepting it. That was how we got the toy in all the way to the base. I told Alex to reach down and feel his hole, and he was surprised to find that it was all the way inside him. It’s over 16” long and over 3” thick, so it was quite an accomplishment for him. Alex asked to have it taken out, so I slowly withdrew the toy, using the spiral to help me unscrew it from his hole. It was hot to see the hairs around his hole clinging to the toy as it moved out of him. Jake had stepped down and lubed up his hands, so the second the toy was out, Jake’s hand went in. Alex sucked in his hand up to mid-forearm. Jake knew the depth Alex could take now, so he kept working deeper into his hole. He had lubed his arm past the elbow, and it was exciting to see him slide it deeper and deeper into Alex. I was sucking on the growing wet spot on Alex’s jock and watching as Jake’s hand kept moving into Alex. Jake looked up at Alex and said, “Have you ever taken a fist up the elbow?” Alex said, “Not yet.” Jake grinned and said, “Yes, you have!” Alex reached down and felt how far Jake had inserted his arm into his ass and let out a huge sigh of pleasure. We knew that this was one of Alex’s fisting goals, and it was great to be able to help him achieve it. Jake slowly pulled his hand out of Alex. His hole stayed open, dripping lube out of it. Both Jake and I played around his hole, sticking fingers in and keeping him open and ready. After a while, Alex said that he wanted to smoke some more, so we helped him out of the sling and relaxed on the bed, blowing clouds and fondling each other. Alex was amazed at how easily he had taken Jake's arm and was eager to go for more. Even though I’m a little shorter than Jake, my arms are thicker, so he wanted to see how far I could get inside him. We blew a few more clouds and then got him back in the sling for the next part.

A good bottom will: Be Cleaned out Be Willing and ready to be seeded Be Not too tight - if he’s got a super tight asshole he will stretch it open with a butt plug before being fucked will immediately spread his legs and present his holes for my cock will obey my orders Will push back each time I thrust into his hole Will moan with pleasure while I’m fucking him Will compliment my cock while I’m riding his asshole Will beg me to pump my sperm deep inside his ass will thank me for breeding him Will keep my seed in his chute after I’ve loaded him

Depends on the dynamics and the desires/needs of both (or more) parties. On a personal level it is all about an attitude/mindset of subservience thus way much more than just the physical act of bottoming. I think I might be rather different from others in general in this respect. Also, one of the most important factors for me is the bottom forgets he even has a dick, I find that most distracting and interrupts the natural flow. Being there to serve a Man who is much more than just a Top is paramount. Top.

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.

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.

It was the 2nd guy I ever had sex with. He was an older guy, late 40s and I was a teen. The only times I had been fucked before were not the best, always kinda uncomfortable. This guy put me on his couch and kept playing with my hole, and made me want to get fucked more and more. When he started pushing his dick inside me I basically didn't notice. He was making me feel good all over. It was only after he was halfway inside me I even thought about a condom.. and I remember thinking "oh he's just teasing it he's not going to actually fuck me". But of course he kept going and I never asked for him to stop. I wrapped my legs around him until he shot in my ass.

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

I would definitely sign up for that party! Hit me up if anyone wants to host one

Took the drive to Chicago to spend some time getting dick at Banana Video. The evening tapered off but the afternoon started out great. Multiple good sized cocks coming thru the gloryhole, all wanting to fuck. Took about four loads in the afternoon and two in the evening. The very last one being an uncut black cock, not too long but thick. I love being bent over at the gloryhole getting fucked like a bitch by anonymous cocks, taking their load as the grunt and shoot their cum. Plowed some good man ass too. I'm back Saturday afternoon, usually in a corner booth.

Met a young 22 yr military soldier from the military base near my town. Picked him up from his barracks and drove to Toronto to a sex party. A joint and poppers with weed laced lube and I was ready to rock. Got to the corner of a semi darkroom and bent over to suck him. Felt a finger probing my ass, first one then second. Satisfied that I was sufficiently relaxed and lubed a hard cock 8in got up my ass. Got my first load within minutes. Got another one before taking a break. Round 2 I was bent on a soft bench and I got 3 more loads. Round 3 my buddy exclusively used me and gave me his load. I was delirious ad flying high due to weed and poppers and all those internal orgasms that I got. Lost count of how many anal orgasms I had last night. I still haven't orgasmsed with cum since last night but feel like my ass is gaping for more cocks tonight.

A photo earlier gave me a bolt of inspiration.... An album of images with either a paragraph or a very short story attached. Potentially might drop the album Story Time at some point this weekend....

I am primarily a top, but can be more versatile if the chemistry is strong and I desire him raw inside me. When the chemistry is strong, and we are both into each other physically, it’s much more enjoyable. I appreciate a bottom that enjoys being a raw bottom; when a bottom derive pleasure from submitting his body to me and my desires. I like bottoms that are not in a rush or too demanding. I often enjoy slow fucking where I can edge myself several times. The bottom should be receptive to my verbal commands and segregation, if I choose. Telling him how good he makes me feel, and possibly calling him a cock and cum slut, among other things. Of course, being cleaned out and ready at a moment’s notice to submit to take raw cock with the motivation to receive the top’s cum. I also enjoy bottoms that act flirtatious and slutty. Ones that understand their body is meant for a Dom Top’s pleasure. A bottom that is more vocal while being breed is nice; moaning and telling me to fuck him and fill him with my cum. Of course, a bottom that is physically desirable definitely adds to my pleasure. If I can make the bottom cum hands free, that reaffirms I have done my job properly.

Ditto those who would not segregate HIV from other forms of disease that we don't question the cost of treating. Personally, i think healthcare should not be a for profit venture. Beef up the NIH and research that result in new treatments can then be produced at cost, not for a profit. HIV PREVENTION DRUG: BILLIONS IN CORPORATE PROFITS AFTER MILLIONS IN TAXPAYER INVESTMENTS HEARING BEFORE THE COMMITTEE ON OVERSIGHT AND REFORM HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES ONE HUNDRED SIXTEENTH CONGRESS "...this treatment was developed as a result of investments made by the American taxpayers through the National Institutes of Health and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. The problem is that Gilead, the company that now sells this drug, charges astronomical prices. When Truvada was first approved in 2004, Gilead charged about $800 per month, again, for this life- saving drug. Since then, Gilead raised the price of this drug over and over and over and over and over again. It now charges about $2,000 for just one month or about $70 per pill. Think about that, lifesaving drug. In the same period, Gilead has made massive windfalls on this treatment, more than $36 billion in revenues. Let me say that one more time. They made more than $36 billion on this drug alone. How can Gilead do this? How can our system allow a company to take a drug treatment that was developed with taxpayer funds and abuse this monopoly to charge such astronomical prices? This life- saving treatment would not exist but for the research funded by the CDC and NIH. So how can our system let a company charge prices that are so outrageous, making $36 billion while there are literally hundreds of thousands of people who need this drug? " [think before following links] [think before following links] https://docs.house.gov/meetings/GO/GO00/20190516/109486/HHRG-116-GO00-Transcript-20190516.pdf {mosads}Truvada costs approximately $6 per month to make, but Gilead Sciences charges up to $2,000 per month to consumers. Unlike HIV treatment drugs, HIV prevention drugs are not covered by the Ryan White Care Act, so there are significant barriers that prevent vulnerable communities from taking the drug.

Eric, is a 19 year old, with red hair, blue eyes, tone body. He was able to convince Gerry, a rich, overweight, light brown hair gay man, that he was the one for him. Eric took “care of him.” By pretending to have sex with Gerry. He would be sure that Gerry was drugged up and to be sure he took care of Gerry’s needs, by rubbing is back and his ass cheeks. Eric, who is straight. With his girlfriend, Brenda, decided to con Gerry out of some of his fortune. So Eric decided to go “gay for pay” without having to sleep with Gerry, and had to keep Gerry’s staff, including Ben, who has secretly lusted after Eric, and would love to fuck him raw and give him his unmedicated load. Ben is lanky, in his early 50’s. Became poz, because a condom broke. Ben would get touchy freely with Eric, until Gerry caught it and laid into Ben. Ben, was still going to get Eric into his bed, one way or the other. And has luck would have it, he would get Eric into bed. Ben also didn’t trust Eric, but knew he couldn’t tell Gerry, it would mean his job. Gerry would have to prove that Eric was just a con artist. While the kitchen, Ben would make another pass at Eric. Eric smiled and said “Nice try Ben, but my heart belongs to Gerry.” “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” Ben would leave to go shopping, with Gerry resting, Eric and Brenda planned their next move. “The old man doesn’t have much time.” Brenda noted. “I know” Eric said with a grin. In the meantime, Ben came home earlier, and was listening in and recording with is phone their plan and cut off when they started having sex. Ben to himself “Gotcha!” He first thought of going to tell Gerry, but no he thought to himself. “Now, I can get him into my bed.” First thing he thought was to pay off Brenda. He did. She got $10,000 for a modeling shoot, moving her away from Eric. Who couldn’t stop her. Ben then went to Eric. “I want to show you something.” Ben said with a grin, playing the video of Eric and Brenda talking. Eric’s face dropped. “What do you want from me Ben?” Knowing his answer all ready. “If you don’t want me to show Gerry this video. you have to sleep me.” “I guess I can afford you now, Eric.” He knew he didn’t have a choice, maybe if I drug him and pretend we had sex, like with Gerry, nobody would be the wiser. Eric, with his plan to avoid having sex with Ben, knew he wouldn’t have much time to get the sleeping pill into his drink. Eric knocked on Ben’s door, “come in, it’s open.” Ben said. Eric saw a sling in the corner of Ben’s room. Eric was wearing the short shorts and tank top that Ben ordered hiM to wear. ”take off your clothes, Eric.” He does has he’s told. While looking for an opportunity to place the pill into Ben’s drink. Standing there naked, Ben excuses himself, and Ben places the pill into the champagne glass, at that moment, Ben walks in. “I see you want some champagne.” “Drink up, handing Eric the glass that he just put the pill into. “Shit” Eric says to himself. with no choice, takes a couple of sips, he knew it would take while for it to kick him. pulling down his pants, Ben gets Eric on his knees to start sucking him, “suck me, like your ex girlfriend use to suck you, str8 boy.” Ben was enjoying this, getting to touch Eric all over, and knowing he couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Eric took his mouth of of Ben’s hard poz cock. “Walk over to the sling and climb in.” “Eric did as he was told. Ben fastened the handcuffs, made sure that Eric was on his back, after all, this had been his dream for a year now. Ben had lube and a toothbrush, he was going to be sure that when Eric took his load, he would increase his chances of becoming poz. Eric, seeing the toothbrush, “What are you going to do with that?” Then he felt Ben put it into his tight hole. Going back and fourth with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it Eric?” He wasn’t sure if it felt good, just weird. Ben took the toothbrush out of his hole, seeing some blood come out. Ben knew Eric was good to go. Ben climbed on top of the half asleep young man, lubed up his dick, and the boys ass. And slowly went in and out of him. After all, he been wanting to get him into bed and poz him and take his time with Eric. Eric who was slowly falling into unconscious, found Ben kissing him on the mouth, and couldn’t stop him from doing so. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.” “And now, I’m going to take my time with you.” Ben plates with Eric’s cock, which even soft was quite impressive. After two hours of taking his time, Ben released his toxic loads into the handsome young man. “Just so you know, Eric.” “Not only to I finally get you onto bed, I pozzed you to.” “Poz?l “What do you mean?” Eric asked. “I’m HIV positive.” And now you will be too.” Eric wanted to hit him, cry, but was still handcuffed. “You have a couple of visitors, Eric.” Let’s get your poz hole ready for them.” One was Ralph, an old man Eric had stolen lots of money from. Ralph was also poz. And when Ben looked into Eric’s past he felt that Ralph should punish him too. “You son of a birch.” Ralph said has he started to hate fuck Eric. “Now you are going to pay.” Ralph was a lot more aggressive, with his anger. pounding Eric’s ass. With a loud grunt. Ralph finished up inside the boy, with cum running down his ass. The second visitor was Gerry, who was indeed shown the video and decided he was going to have Eric’s ass. “Gerry, I can explain.” Eric said meekly. “No you can’t.” As Gerry took off his clothes. Seeing his overweight hairy body, gets on top of Eric, and forces his dick into Eric’s now loose cum filled ass. “By the way,” Gerry said between thrusting his cock in and out of the boy’s ass. “I changed my will, you get nothing, but all my male staff gets to have you.” With that, another poz load went deep inside the young man’s ass.

Also, the classic "white" gets stained which many men, including me, find attractive.

Also you forget that not everyone has a medical provider they can be honest with about their sexual activities (and so get the preventative care that is available) And - not all sexual activity is planned or consensual And as was mentioned- do we stop paying for cancer treatment for previous smokers? do we not pay for blood pressure medication for people who are overweight? If we want HIV ( or any future plague) covered- we can’t start down the path of saying “oh well this is preventable so you are out of luck”

I've never been bred by anyone that thick, but I wouldn't turn down the opportunity if it cums along.

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!

1. You say "most insurance companies pay for these (ie PrEP) nowadays", but guess what: if they pay for PrEP, they're paying for HIV treatment meds, too. They may prefer PrEP over treatment because it saves money over the long haul, but that doesn't mean the same entity isn't paying for both. It's not like all the cost of HIV treatment gets shifted to the government - certainly not in the U.S., at least. In fact, typically, whether it's an employer plan, an individual private insurance plan, Medicare/Medicaid/VA/other govt. plan, or what have you: the same entity that would cover your PrEP will cover your HIV treatment. The plan may prefer (as noted) that people get on PrEP rather than get infected and need treatment, but getting HIV doesn't mean that it's going to be a burden on taxpayers. For several years I had an individual insurance plan for which *I* paid, out of pocket, 100% of the premiums, and now I'm on my partner's company plan as a domestic partner, which they offer. Neither one of those options cost "the taxpayers" a fucking dime. 2. Here in the US, even with the Affordable Care Act, there's a tier of people who make too much for traditional Medicaid (govt health plans for the poor) but not enough to qualify for a subsidy on the ACA exchanges for a plan. Part of the ACA is an "Expanded Medicaid" plan to cover those people, but the courts here ruled that because Medicaid is a cost shared between the federal and state governments, the feds can't mandate that a state participate. As a result, 13 states (at last count) still refuse to participate in Expanded Medicaid, meaning people in those states who make less than the poverty wage can't get a subsidy on the exchange nor can they qualify for traditional Medicaid. They have NO insurance, because when you make less than $15,000 as a single person, there isn't an individual plan out there you can afford. So at least here in the US, while the uninsured rate is the lowest it's been in decades, it's still almost 8 percent, or more than 25 MILLION people with zero health insurance coverage. 3. Prevention sometimes fails. Some people brought up in restrictive circumstances don't know about prevention. Some people don't even know they might be at risk because sex education in this country largely sucks - it's left up to local school systems, many of which are run by highly conservative, religious people who don't want kids to be taught the facts. Some people are going to get infected no matter how much "prevention" is preached. 4. Lots of things are preventable. Heart disease is heavily influenced by factors like diet, exercise, and smoking. Are you prepared to tell people we won't treat them for a heart attack because we all know how to reduce the risks for that? Are you going to be making exceptions for people with a genetic disposition towards heart issues, and are you going to spend the millions of dollars it would take to screen every heart attack patient to determine whether they're one of the lucky "deserving" ones or one of the "too bad, hope all those hamburgers tasted good, you're on your own" unlucky ones? This whole idea smacks of who "deserves" health care and who doesn't. That, to me, is a nasty way to look at the world.

For me it's a total cumdump pig bottom with a preloaded gaping cum oozing fuck hole. The more loads from the more different guys he has in him, the better I'll like him.

I am a total submissive bottom and my cock is just good enough for me to piss and drip cum. I treat my cock as a clit and rub it accordingly. Although I prefer assgasm over overgasm. I define myself into 3 categories - mental, physical and emotional. Mentally I know that my existence is in the shadows of alphas. I am someone who is to provide sexual pleasure to these men. I also feel proud of my role as a bottom bcoz without me these alphas may not get the ultimate pleasure that they deserve. Physically I keep myself clean and ready. I eat a lot of fiber so I am naturally clean. I also take Metamucil everyday. I have trained my mouth and ass muscles to please a hard cock. I have trained my ass muscles to milk a cock. Besides I use dildo to stay in practice during a lull. My body is always groomed. I exercise regularly and work my glutes a lot. I also do Kegels. I invest in fashion especially sexy underwear and proudly show them at the gym locker room too. Emotionally - I make myself feel the woman in me. I feel honored to be inseminated and sometimes impregnated by alphas. I prefer my ass to be loose enough for penetratration but tight enough for a pounding. I tend to relax quickly so when I bend over I am able to accommodate any size.

He said he wanted a sloppy bj but… I had a 27 year old Indian lad ask if he could have an anon sloppy bj in the dark. He was fit as fuck so I offered him my mouth with me in my pup mask. He arranged to pop round and found me on my knees waiting. He lost no time stripping down to his white socks and tight boxers and led back on the bed. i got to work on his cock in the dark and he was soon rock solid. I ran my hands up his body and tweaked his nipples, he reacted by face fucking me. Each thrust he got deeper and deeper in my throat until his dick was balls deep down my throat. Each thrust deliveried a salty precum coating and I thought he was gunna unload as agreed. He pushed my face away with his feet and made me sniff his socks as he rubbed them over my face. He then took control and changed his plans as he told me he wanted to slide into my hole. I told him just to do it and got on all fours, and turned around. No sooner had I turned round than his cock was at my hole and with a swift thrust he was inside. For a guy that only wanted a bj he was pretty keen on fucking my hole and groaned loudly and often as he worked himself up to unloading. He gave me a good fucking before finally shooting his hot load deep inside me, he gently thrust back and forth until his balls were fully emptied. He slowly pull down out with his cock pouring cum so I immediately dropped to my knees to take the rest of his load and clean him up. While I sucked and licked the creamed load he told me he needed that and that my hole would def get used again. He tagged my ass, dressed and left. Another satisfied and drained visitor!

Chapter 3 when the applause died down everyone walked up to me and started to touch my body just like before. I loved all the attention they were giving to my nipples cock and ass they all made me feel so welcomed and so horny. My new boss stood up there next to me and gave me a grand introduction. Boys this is Chad and he has been accepted as our new house boy. This brought on another round of applause and cheering from everyone. So now we must christien him into his new role and new life the only way we know how to so i hope everyone has saved up their loads because everyone here needs to put a load in this boy before the end of the night to make sure his new status is brought on quickly. I want everyone to form a line one for poz and one with aids so we can make sure Chad knows how serious we are about making him a member of our life, As hosts and roommates we will have the first crack at his neg cherry. With that they rolled over a fuck bench to the pedistal and each man there was forming two lines as instructed behind the two signs on the floor i just now saw. One had poz and a biohazard sign on it and the other had aids and a skull and crossbones on it. They also put a few cameras on tripods around the fuck bench to get everything on film. My new boss carried me to the fuck bench and positioned me on it and handcuffed my wrists and ankels to the sides and everyone formed around me gropping eachother to keep eachother hard for what is to be a long night ahead. My new bosses were the closest near me since they were going to be the first to go at my ass and their death sticks were raging hard with their toxic precum dripping from their cocks. I licked my lips and was eager to start this night off right. My boss with the biggest cock was positioning himself to my ass and my boss with aids was starting to shove his aids cock in my mouth. Lucky for me I have no gag reflex so he was able to slide it all at once down my throat with no problem causing the group around me to burst into applause with my accomplishment while my other boss shoved his entire cock in one fell swoop causing me to moan in extreme pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass was split in two and was on fire. I bucked hard in pain and did all I could not to bite into the cock in my mouth. Thankfully someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and the pain quickly turned to pleasure and they then both pile drived into me causing me more and more pleasure. I could start to feel both of them start to swell more and more and then with one final slam they both unloaded their toxic cum into my holes causing me to moan loudly and shoot one of my last neg loads. They both pulled out of me and as i could feel the cum dripping from my hole someone played over the loudspeaker ROUND 2 and the party was in full swing.

I luv BBC!! This is what I get to play with once a week❤

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

The below is a work of fiction. Any similarity to things that have happened at conventions I have attended are, of course, purely coincidental 😉 I was at a convention and getting seriously blue balled. Anyone who's been to that kind of thing understands what I mean. Boys who are flaking, boys who get distracted, and of course, lots of boys who say yes to you, but also what to say yes to someone who's more famous or handsome so they keep you on the back burner until they finally get rejected and neither one of you go away happy. So as you can imagine, I was getting kind of frustrated, and even though I'd already had sex six times that weekend, I was looking for lucky number seven. After all, this convention was being held in a state known for liking gambling and taking risks. 😉 I was going through all of the telegram chats and other messaging services to see if I could find someone, and much to my surprise, they found me. They saw that I was posting ads and dick pics in various chats and wanted to approach but they were more than a little shy and scared. That's fine, furries usually are shy creatures, but the rewards are always worth it. so we began to chat, and I found out why he was so shy: he was HIV positive. this isn't exactly an unexpected thing in the fur fandom, lots of boys are HIV positive, and it's generally well accepted, but that doesn't mean that you are guaranteed to get laid. After all, a lot of people are squeamish about banging a boy is HIV positive, even if he is medicated. And this boy revealed to me that, because his health insurance had been cut off, he had been going un medicated for a while. I'd be lying if I said that didn't cause me any concern. After all, I also wasn't able to get medication due to my insurance being absolute garbage, but the more I talked, the more confident I felt about rolling the dice. The boy was just way too cute to pass up, as well as way too horny. I'm pretty sure I could have talked to this kid into anything, and it's not like I'm going to turn down a hot young 19-year-old plaything without a very good reason. We agreed to meet on two conditions. One, both of us would be wearing our suit heads, and we would not take them off until he left my hotel room. Additionally, unless we clicked, we wouldn't get up to thing. And lastly, I was not to talk to his mate about this at all, because his mate was concerned the boy might get a reputation as being something of a spreader. Even if I was walking into this trap with my eyes open. If this was a movie or a story I'm sure we would have had an extended conversation about what was going on in his life and assessing the risks and seeing what we were both comfortable with. But that's not real life, and when this cute coyote boy wearing nothing but his suit head and paws and a jock strap showed up at my door started wagging the tail that he had attached to that job strap at me, I immediately threw him over on the bed and began pounding him. I didn't care if he was infected or not, I didn't care that he had that sort of beautiful wastrel body that some guys get when they've been dealing with the disease unmedicated for a while, all I care is that he was an extremely attractive, extremely willing, and extremely hot piece of ass. I had originally intended to spend only a short time with him, just enough to get to know him, pump and dump, and then send him out the door. But to this day I have never had a partner loved cock as much as he did. After I finished pounding his ass the first time, he shoved my dick into his first suit muzzle and gave it a good cleaning, then all but dragged me into the bathroom begging for me to piss on him. then more oral, more anal, back to the bedroom for anal and a different position, I was pounding his ass like it owed me money until after 2 hours I was so physically exhausted that neither one of us could get me up and going again. It took almost 2 hours for us to both calm down and recover enough to where he could sneak back off to do whatever else he was doing, with his mate and his friends ideally none the wiser. Although I can't help but think they would have noticed the smell. In any event, he made me promise never to tell anyone, never to tie it to his name, and also to never see him again. At least, not until I was either medicated or HIV positive myself, as he felt very guilty about potentially infecting me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't give a shit, let's just say there was some harrowing and anxious waiting for the next couple of weeks while I waited for a negative test to come back, which it did, but I almost didn't care at that point. Whatever had led him to become HIV positive had also instilled with him a sexual lust and ability that I've not experienced before or since. This kid loved having sex the way a man dying of thirst loves water or a starving dog loves a decent meal. It was all passion and animal instinct. Him always knowing what he wanted, and making sure I knew how to give it to him. And of course, him lavishing praise on my person and my body and my sexual prowess, and making sure I got plenty of feedback about what a good time he was having. We haven't talked since, in fact I'm not even sure how I would be able to get in touch with him at this point, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't rub one out thinking about him on a regular basis. I never saw his face, and he never saw mine, and we never even exchanged the names we use within the fandom. But God damn, I just hope that boy is out there somewhere, he would be 21 now, giving some other hot top the ride of their lives.

First off, I’m bi and relatively new at this (ten years). I love cock, all cock, but I REALLY LOVE UNCUT COCK. I made a list of all the cocks I’ve sucked since my first one: 51 as best as I remember. At 63, I wish I’d discovered this life pleasure at 13. (I still LOVE pussy. Especially eating it. I’m oral, very oral.) A new lover, I tell him to stand in the middle of the room and push me to my knees while calling me his bitch and fag cocksucker. I own those terms; they are not an insult. I nibble and stroke through his pants and then slowly unbuckle and unzip and pull down those pants to stroke his cock with my hands and mouth. Pull down his shorts and his gorgeous member bursts out. I sniff his balls and crotch and cock. I LOVE the aroma of a man. I’m in heaven. I’m verbal and visual when I make love to my man’s cock. I lick the shaft. I rub it all over my face. I kiss the shaft up and down – loudly – while looking him in the eye and telling him I worship his beautiful cock. I alternate between deepthroat and sucking, tonguing the head and precum. I tell him to slap my face with his shaft. My men love to slap my face with their hard shafts. All guys love the deepthroat. I tell them to grab me by the head and hair and shove their cock down my throat. I’ve never been unable to swallow the whole cock and I’ve sucked some HUGE cocks. Not having a gag instinct helps. I love sucking his balls and hearing him moan and beg me to never stop. I love stroking my man’s cock and hearing him moan and beg me to never stop. The CUM. I love facials. I thought I was going to faint the first time I got one. He pulled out and I asked him what the fuck he was doing: “You know I need your cum in my mouth.” He said, “You’ll like this” and jerked off a nice load all over my forehead, cheeks, and nose. That hot, wet, gooey stuff feels so good splattering on the face. Bringing my man to orgasm. I edge him until he begs for me to finish him off. “I’m gonna cum!!!” he screams and I get that first little taste in the back of my throat before he floods my mouth. I swish, savor and swallow. It is one of the most beautiful of the physical experiences. I am secure enough in who I am to LIKE being dominated. No slapping, etc. Just having my man take charge. I’m not limp-wristed or girlie. I just like to be on my knees with a hard cock in my mouth and grabbing him by his ass and pulling him into my mouth. Getting fucked is a beautiful story for another time. Only had it twice on my back with my legs up in the air. Begged my man to cum inside me. LOVED IT!!!

The problem is many people don't have the benefit of education about HIV.

@Jaygusher - love this story direction, take your time, I’ll be here waiting patiently 😉

My advice would be to avoid "fashion" styles. Stick to regulation jocks. You can't beat traditional white but I also think military green or yellow are fukkin hot. Also wear it for a few days before so it's well seasoned with your sweat and pheromones. Good luck hunting for cock buddy. [think before following links] https://prompthero.com/ai-models/jockstrap-download

For me it is just regular simple American food. Stuff like spaghetti, pizza, tacos, burritos, chow mein, pad thai, goulash, kimche. You know, just typical American food, nothing fancy.

You are 100% right. However I'm a millenial and I don't like all these. What I enjoy is flirting with someone that it happened to meet him outside. My best friend keeps on sending me IG posts of hot guys that he thinks I would like. He is right these guys are hot for me BUT I'm not interested for every random ginger dude out there. I know that there are many hot guys out there in the globe. But these are almost "Fake". Egocentric, egomaniac people that they are half porn starlets and half influences. I'm sick of that.

Here you go…

I used to have a good number of Satyr's films (that I paid for) on a spare hard-drive. Their stuff was usually very hot (a few scenes don't land for me, a few where the bottom looked like he really WASN'T enjoying it, and a few where the performers felt they had to 'act' more - far more - than necessary, a turn-off) however, I got a kick out of the majority of their content, loved seeing these str8 (or supposedly str8) dudes find joy from having their holes stretched and taking cock... @Screamer420

Daddy kept me in that room for weeks, coming down multiple times a day to fill my cunt with his toxic seed. He would prick my finger and draw blood about once a week. I assumed he was testing to see if his dna had infected me yet. After six weeks he came down and turned the machine off. As I looked up at him he smiled back saying “ good news son, you’re pregnant” I was overjoyed at the news that daddy and I were bound together for life. “ now it’s time to mark you up son” he said “ back in the day I ran my own tattoo parlor, I’ve always loved tatting up a pregnant boy” Over the next few hours daddy gave me seven tattoos. A biohazard symbol around my hole and the head of my clit-I came twice getting that one- a lock symbol above my clit, a tramp stamp that said “ all loads welcome,” a pig on one of my ass cheeks and a fist on the other, and a tattoo above my pecs that said “ poz boy” “” you’re starting to look like a real pig now son, but we’re only getting started.” The next step in my transformation was piercings, lots of them. Daddy started with a septum ring, continuing with 2 nipple rings. He gave me a PA- I was disappointed I had to start with such a small one- and a series of piercings down my clit he called a Jacob’s ladder. “ you look so fucking piggy son, now I have a gift for you” he said guiding me outside to the shed. I was shocked when we walked inside and my boss was lying there fucking himself with a toilet brush. When he saw us he came running forward and got on his knees begging “ please Scott give me your toxic seed I need it so bad, please! I need that bug” I looked over at daddy curious and he shrugged “ don’t look at me, he was already like this, he found me on a poz dating site his first night here and came to my room begging” said daddy “ I’ve been saving him for you though, think of him as a pozing gift, your cock is still bloody enough where he should be guaranteed to get pregnant” My former boss looked up at me expectantly and I kicked him hard in the balls. When he keeled over I pushed him fully onto the ground and began rapeing his torn up hole with my bloody bug cock. After 2 minutes I came and realized happily that this was my new life. — thanks y’all so much for the positive feedback, I think this is where I’m going to end the story for a while at least

I absolutely love this story-i shouldn't its everything I always said I never wanted, pozzing, young old scenrario & huge cock & cum loads . It reminds mr so much of 2 incidents in my life, one was a much older man with the biggest fattest cock (large mushroom head) he fucked me so slowly & so deeply when he came I was expelling it for days after. The second was a younger great looking fella who had a 10.5" cock who initially ignored me but eventually persued & followed me to get into my ass. He fucked so rough & I told him off said to get outta my ass as I didn't ask or want him to rough fuck me especially as he was so big. He did pull out saying sorry & went to leave-i realised the empty feeling without him in me & I stopped him, kissed him & said if he was more gentle he could go again. Safe to say when he came inside me it was the best feeling & so much cum that I havnt ever forgotten it.-this story brings back so much I'm looking forward to reading more. Please don't be long posting.

"no mom,missed church this morning"...mr wison was a skilled cocksucker....omg it was hard keeping a conversation going with mom while my cock twitched at his attentions..."well I won't go to hell for missing just one sunday mom"mr wilson grabbed my cock and led me down to my parents room and pushed me down on my back on the bed,holding my legs up as his tongue found my puckered lil hole and drove into it...making it slick with saliva.Moving his lips to my nipples,then my neck as his cockhead found my twitching wet asshole and pressed into me.....uch faster than our last time he was in as deep as he could go....and brushing my prostate on every stroke was making my dick bounce and twitch.My body accepted him much easier this time....and as my mom and I talked he fucked me gently but deeply,stealing a kiss as breaks in my speaking allowed...his tongue in my mouth tasted of ciggarettes...a pool of semen leaked from my penis onto my belly as his big cockhead stirring my insides up.... a man with aids is fucking me while I talk with mom...and he is goingto ejaculate soon as his pace quickens and becomes more violent."Okay mom.love you too.talk with you monday." and with that I switched the phone off and endured mr Wilsons last fewdeep violent strokes and felt my insides get all gooey as his infected semen shot from his body into mine,and began to cum myself as the stilulation was just too much.Mr wilson felt this and looked down as semen erupted from my penis at almost the same time his did.He had the biggest smile as he said"I can feel you cumming,your ass clamps down on my cock so fucking tight with every spurt....we just rested there for a minute or two,my semen running down my side onto my parents bed as his poz infected semen pooled deep within me for the second time.Stirring the cum on my belly with his fingers he brought them up to my lips,smearing my cum across them and pressing his lips to mine I could taste my cum as his tongue drove deep into my mouth.His cock was still hard and he started fucking me again.Wow such stamina for a man who had aids....it took a lot longer but I swear I could feel him cum again as he grunted....he looked me in the eyes and smiled,saying"you belong to me now Nick.I look forward to having you over as often as possible....you will come to crave this"he said.I want you to sleep with me tonite Nick.Be over at ny place by 7,I will make us dinner."With that Mr Wilson pulled out,kissed my cock and sucked the last drops of cum out of me and left,leaving me in my parents bed with two loads of poz cum deep inside and a sore ass soaking it all in.

I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.

I was in my early 20s the first time I had taken a load in my hole. Before that I was always the safe sex guy. I had started hooking up with this sikh uni student, neither of us could meet in our respective homes so I'd always meet him in his car. Usually I'd suck his cock and swallow his load, then he'd drop me off at the nearest bus stop. It was always a blow and go situation. One night I suppose he was hornier than usual, so we had pulled into the parking lot of one of the larger parks in the area. As usual I got to work, but at one point another car parked right next to us for some reason. So we both got out and I followed him into the small forest area. At this point as we're walking deeper into the darkness of the trees, he tells me that he wants to fuck me. Of course I say yes, and shortly realized that neither of us had condoms. At that point I was wanting my hole to get used so badly that I didn't care anymore and crossed that line. I leaned on one of the trees and let him use my hole, he didn't last really long at all but it was still HOT! Pretty soon I felt his load flooding my guts. Once he was done, he whispered "that was good pussy faggot" and we walked back to his car. After he dropped me off I never saw, nor heard from him ever again after that night.

Older guy. We'd fucked off and on for a while...always protected. He asked me if I'd ever considered letting a man cum inside me. I answered honestly...yes! He then asked if I'd let him be the first. He promised that he'd let me know before he started cumming, but I'd need to decide quickly or he'd take my silence as consent. One day we were fucking and all of a sudden his hands dug into my hips and he announced he was about to shoot in me raw. I didn't object and he finished in me. It was a last second, rash decision, but it was the best moment of silence ever! After that, he must've shot a bucket of jism in my ass over the next year.

The first load I took in my ass was from my abuser so I prefer not to think about it. He wasn't a gentle fucker and as a result,I didn't like getting fucked. I did let some other guys fuck me after that when I started cruising ABS, but preferred topping because bottoming hurt and no one explained to me how to relax. During that time, I did take one enormous cock in my hole. Nerdy, skinny white guy a few years older than me. Took him home from the ABS in St. Paul and he had a truly enormous probably 12" fat cock. I let him fuck me and he bred my hole, but I was more impressed I took it than actually enjoying it. Then when I was 20, I met a guy through an old school print personal ad. I was living In New Haven then and he had just moved back to NYC from Chicago. Chuck. I was smitten. He was short, furry, curly black hair, and a nice cock. I took the train to NY to meet him and he took me to see Whoopi Goldberg's one woman show. She was BRAND NEW then (1984). The next night we smoked some weed and for the first time EVER (in 7 years of getting fucked) it clicked. My hole opened up and he pounded me and bred my hole. I fucking loved it. He fucked me again the next day. I always wondered what happened to him. He was a newly minted dentist, but he has a common name so I never knew. He'd be in his early 60s now, if he survived the AIDS crisis.

Thanks for reading and commenting! Hope you enjoy Chapter 5 Dad and I made out for what felt like a while before we took a pause long enough to catch our breath. Dad lifted his head slightly and we looked deep into each others eyes silent except for our soft panting. The look on dads face was something i hadnt really seen before. Like he was concentrating hard to memorize my face. "Are you ok dad?" I realized he had asked me if I was ok but i wasnt sure how he was feeling about what was happening. "Yeah Coop. This is so much better than what I was even hoping for when I came here tonight." "Yeah me too dad." "Good." He paused and looked hesitant about saying what he was thinking. "Youre ok that I'm...." "What? My dad?" He looked relieved that I said it instead of him. "Yeah. It's not really how these things go usually and..." This time I wasnt sure what he was getting at. "And what?" "I guess we havent been the closest since your mom and i split and these past couple weeks have been great Coop. I dont want anything to mess that up. Just as we are getting close again." What I saw earlier, the lust on his face, was replaced by what i realized was love. He meant it. He wanted us to be close as father and son and didnt want to ruin what we had been developing before we both entered this bathhouse and this room tonight. But it was this realization that made me realize something else. "Dad i dont want anything to mess that up either. and i actually dont want anyone else to be my first because i want it to be with someone i really love and trust." "Is that why you came to a bathhouse tonight? To have your first time with someone you love and trust?" We both chuckled. "I didnt know what was going to happen. im just glad you were here." "Me too Coop." "So....can we....keep doing stuff?" Like a light switch the look of lust came back and he dove back into a long passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms and legs even more tightly around him as we moaned into each others mouths. Like my dad, this was so much more than I ever thought would happen when I came here. The feeling of my dads weight on top of me holding me so tightly with his strong arms, his chest pressed against mine and his hard cock grinding against mine our precum mixing and pooling on my abs. We were only getting hotter by the second. Without warning dad pulled himself out of our kiss and the lock that our bodies had on each other. He kneeled on the bed and i noticed his cock rock hard with a string of precum lengthening its way down to the mattress. He took a breath and then got out of the bed to reach for the pipe and lighter again. "You good to do a little more Coop?" I had propped myself up on my elbows to get my breath back again. I noticed that my hard cock was glistening with our combined precum. I dont know how i hadnt blown a huge load already but whatever control my body had was working out. I wanted this to last. "Sure dad." "You still feeling those last hits or did you come down from them already?" Dad was heating the pipe for his hit. "I dont think im fully down from them but im definitely not where i was when i first did it." Dad took his hit blowing out a big cloud up towards the ceiling. Seeing that made my cock flex. "Well lets see if we can get you back there." A look of mischief was in his smirk as he handed me the pipe and heated it when i put it to my mouth. "Just keep taking in the smoke until i pull the torch away. That's it. Keep going." This was going to be a big hit I could tell. He was holding the lighter under the pipe longer than either of us had so far. But I did as he said and just kept taking in the smoke, feeling my lungs fill. "Now when I stop dont let the smoke out yet. Hold your breath until I tell you ok?" I nodded and he pulled the lighter away. I handed him the pipe and held my breath as he sucked in the remaining smoke from the pipe. Even before he told me to let it out I could feel the hit running from my lungs through my body. It was like the power was being turned on in my body and I could feel it being activated. "Ok Coop. Go ahead and let it out." I blew out the hit and that power went straight through my cock making it leak even more. Dad was taking another hit and I could see it going through him too. "You do this stuff a lot?" Dad handed me the pipe again and lit it. "Nah. Special occasions I guess. I bring it with me here because it makes everything a little more fun." There was that smirk again. There was something about it that was turning me on even more. "I'm happy to get to be the one to introduce you to it. Make things fun for the both of us." He pulled the lighter away. "Ok, hold it." I did. He nodded after some time and i let it go feeling that wave hit me again. "Nice cloud Coop. One more now ok?" I put the pipe to my mouth again and began taking in my third hit when he lit the lighter. " Lets make this a good one. Sit up straight. I want your lungs to be completely filled." Dad wasnt kidding. This was by far the longest he had me taking in the smoke from the pipe. When it felt like my lungs had filled and couldnt take anymore, I looked up at him and nodded. He took the lighter back and I held the hit in. He took the pipe and as he lit it said, "Hold it in until I finish taking my hit ok?" I nodded and watched as he took his hit. It was long and it almost felt like he was prolonging it to keep my hit in. Just as before I could feel the hit already working through me but with a little more intensity this time. And then I could feel it starting to reach lower. Dad pulled the pipe away from his mouth and I let a massive cloud out into the space. The hit went straight to the spot I was beginning to feel stir as I held the smoke in my lungs. My hole. Dad held his hit in too and put the pipe and lighter back into the bowl of condoms and lube. He turned to me and his eyes widened as he saw that I was stroking my cock which felt like it had gotten bigger and thicker and with my other hand I began to reach under my balls to touch the spot that was beginning to call for attention. I could tell dads focus wasnt on my cock anymore but on what he couldnt see from that angle: my finger reaching for my hole. It was likely an awkward sight because i was still sitting fully upright and reaching under myself clearly with no idea what i was doing. When I looked up I saw on my dads face a look that was the combination of his lust and his mischief. When I reached and touched the outside of my hole I moaned just slightly and surprised myself at how good it felt. I hadnt explored my hole before. Jerking off had always been enough. Dads eyes somehow got even bigger at the sound and sight of me. "Why dont you get up on the bed on all fours?" I froze for a moment. What was he asking? What was he thinking about doing? "It's ok. I want to get a look at that hole. I think I can help you feel really good." His voice was never so seductive as now. "I promise. If you dont like anything that we do we will stop. You just say the word. Ok, Coop?" He was right. If I was going to do anything it would be safest with him. I nodded and got up to my knees on the bed. I heard dad fumbling against the door as I positioned myself with my head by the pillows. "Lets do the other way. Turn around and face the foot of the bed." I turned my body and saw that dad had opened the door fully. "Where you going?" I sat back down on my knees. "Nowhere. I just needed some air. Its getting a little stuffy in here dont you think?" I guess it did. I went with it and he moved toward the bed behind me. As I got back up on all fours I noticed that I could see out and anyone passing by could look in and see my face. Did dad want people to see us? I felt dads hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. I looked over my shoulder and he looked from my hole to my eyes. He smiled and then moved to pull me up to him so my back was against his chest. I could feel his hard wet cock rubbing against my back and ass crack. He wrapped his arms around my chest and put his mouth to my ear. "You feel so good Coop" he whispered. "I have to taste your hole son. I need to taste my sons hole." Fuck I thought as I moaned at his words. This was twisted the way he was referring to me as his son. He never called me son. He really only ever called me Coop, not even Cooper, so calling me that now must be turning him on, I thought. That made my cock flex. I guess I liked it too. He slowly brought me back down to the all fours position never allowing his chest to lose contact with my back. Then he lifted himself off me and I felt his hands spreading my cheeks apart again. I heard him say under his breath, "Smooth hole." And then I could feel the bed shift as he moved. Before I could turn to see what he was doing, I felt the tip of his tongue tap and then lick the very center of my tight hole. "Oh fuck dad!" There was nothing I had ever felt that I could compare this to. Dads tongue slowly explored the outside of my hole with just the tip of his tongue and every so often brushed over my hole with it. That tingling I was feeling when I took my last hit was multiplied by a hundred whenever dads tongue made contact with skin. A thousand when it slipped across my hole. My moans were uncontrollable. "You like the feeling of your dad eating out your hole?" I looked back over my shoulder and saw dad bent down looking up at me from my ass. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "I was hoping you would like it." He gave my hole another lick and I moaned again. He smiled. "Can I keep going?" "Oh please dad yes. Keep going!" In response I felt dads tongue touch my hole again but my soft moan turned much louder when I felt it for the first time push into me. "Ooooooohhhhh fuck dad! That feels....oh.....fuck....yeah" I could feel dads tongue press into my hole. If just touching the outside made me tingle, this was making me writhe around from the pleasure. Dad had to hold my hips and still at times he had trouble controlling my movement as he ate my hole out for what must have been at least 10 minutes. He was helping me discover what true pleasure was and it was too much to contain. "Oh dad yes that feels good." "Fuck yeah I love role play." I looked up and saw that two guys were standing in the doorway. The moment dad started eating my ass, I had forgotten the door was even open. I was freaked out at first seeing these two guys watching us, but they were obviously enjoying it as both their towels were very obviously tenting. I recognized one of the men as the one I made eye contact with in one of the halls when dad and I came back to the room. He somehow looked even hotter than I remembered. He said to the other guy, "Yeah love a good dad son scene." Thats when dad lifted his face out of my ass. "You hear that son? Sounds like they like what they see. You guys enjoying the show?" I didnt look back at dad only up at the door to see their reaction. I noticed that both looked at dad for the first time getting a clear view of his face and then looked quickly at me. I knew what they were thinking as the recognition hit them almost simultaneously. The guy I recognized reached for his cock. "Oh shit. Fuck, you guys. Fuck the role play when you have the real thing!" He pulled his towel off and began stroking his hard cock. His friend continued as dad when back to eating my hole.

Hot! Can't wait for more, and wish more men fucked like that, not this soft/tender crap lol

Sublime. Yum!!

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

Thanks for the great response to part 1, here's what happens next. Part 2. With the first letter of his new status on his chest, and the warm poz seed that he hoped would help make it real inside his smooth muscled ass, Dan wandered upstairs with his drink in his hand. Greg had suggested he should good see the rest of the crowd and pointed him towards the beige carpeted stairs that led from the large open plan living area of the duplex apartment upstairs to the bedrooms. He had not yet cum and his dick remained rock hard, eight inches of thick uncut meat that had been toyed with and sucked but had yet to invade a tight ass. His thoughts drifted briefly back to Alex, asleep in bed, he felt guilty for a moment but that guilt vanished as he heard moaning emanating from a bedroom at the top of the stairs. He stood in the doorway, the room was mostly taken up with a large double bed, and the only illumination came from a small lamp on a bedside table. There were four people in the room, one was a beefy black guy, not tall, and bulky without being fat. His smooth dark skin reflected the dim light and a huge cock hung between his legs. He looked up as Dan stood in the doorway and beckoned him in. Dan has never fucked a black guy, Alex suggested it was casual homo racism when Dan turned town black guys whom Alex suggested inviting to their bed. But Dan wasn't averse to the idea, he'd just never met a black guy he wanted to fuck. In other circumstances he would have pondered this further, but the vodka and his persistently hard dick banished those thoughts. Entering the room, Dan could see the focus of activity was a guy on the bed. Skinny and blond, he was a perfect twink. Smooth everywhere except for a light dusting of hair around his dick, Dan guessed him to be still a teenager. He was blindfolded and his wrists were secured to the metal bed head with leather restraints; a gag hung loosely around his neck. The twink's legs were in the air, resting on the shoulders of a broad muscled guy who Dan supposed to be around 35. Tattoos sleeved one arm and his chest and back were adorned with patterns of ink that included dragon wings across his shoulders. As Dan moved to the side of the bed, he could see clearly a thick veiny cock pumping into the twink's hole. The twink was already marked with a P and an O, and the muscular stud breeding him proudly displayed his positive status across his chest. The final person in the room was a tall, slender Asian guy. Smooth, with floppy dark hair his chest was free of hair or letters, but a light treasure trail led down to a cock that he was jerking furiously whilst watching the scene before him. The twink moaned as the tattooed guy pounded him hard, and growled "Yeah, you love that you little slut! You wanna take my toxic load and get that last letter?" The twink moaned in response, "No, stop, please, I don't want it", as he pulled at the restraints. Dan was momentarily concerned as the twink desperately tried to free himself from the inevitability of infection. "Too late slut, two loads and now my precum is enough to turn you on its own, you're already a poz slut so live with it." He leaned forward and pulled that gag up, muffling the twink's desperate cries of defiance into mumbles. Dan jumped slightly as he felt a finger in his cum-filled hole. The black guy was behind him and whispered "Don't worry, there's a safe word, but he won't use it." "Was he neg to start with?" Dan asked. "Does it matter?" was the response, with the addition of "...but he won't be after this load." Dan was jerking his cock hard as he watched the tattooed guy gasping, signalling his imminent explosion into the twink, the finger in his hole felt good as it worked inside, pushing Greg's hot poz seed further into him. Dan imagined the creamy load, filled with its toxic passengers burying itself inside him as tattoo roared and thrust his cock in ball-deep, filling his skinny victim with a dirty load. The twink moaned under his gag as tattoo withdrew, his dick slick with cum and ass, the Asian guy leapt down from the chest of drawers on which he was sitting at the back of the room and eagerly cleaned the messy, still hard, dick as the black guy whispered to Dan "Looks like it's your turn." Dan approached the bed where the twink lay, his hole open and used. He pulled down the gag and went in to kiss the beautiful boy deeply. Almost reflexively, the twink raised his legs in the air as Dan pressed his solid dick against the smooth ass in front of him. "I'm gonna breed you now, slut," Dan whispered as their tongues explored each other, whereupon Dan suggested "but I think you need to struggle." Pulling his face to one side, the twink moaned "No, please, no more, I don't want it bare, I don't want to be poz! Stop raping me." With those words Dan plunged his dick inside the twink's hole, already slick with lots of cum. Dan didn't need lube to get ball-deep. The twink howled with pleasure as Dan piston-fucked him; he'd been needing to fuck like this all day, all week, and this twink was exactly what he needed. Tattoo leaned over as he painted the letter onto the twink's chest, marking him visibly as surely as he had internally. Seeing this pushed Dan over the edge and after only a few minutes he felt his cock surge and the twink's hole tense as he unloaded deep inside. Hoping this was his last neg load, Dan pulled his dick out and the tall skinny Asian went to work cleaning his dick. The black guy released the restraints from the twink who removed the blindfold to reveal quite how model-perfect he was. He rolled over onto his front and closed his eyes. The black guy motioned to the skinny Asian who assumed the twink's place on the bed and as he left the room Dan heard the click of restraints being secured. As he walked down the corridor, Dan felt a hand on his shoulder. Heavily muscled arms pressed him against the wall and he had a glimpse of a familiar sleeve tattoo as a huge dick began sliding into his hole. To be continued...