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Part 4 I folded my clothes and sorted through some of uncles as well. They weren’t warm from the dryer but they were at least dry. I wanted to get dressed but I smelled and still had uncles sent all over me. I used his shower after the recon boy was sent away. His bathroom counter had a bunch of bottles strewn about. Aspirins, Viagra, Advil PM, stuff I recognized. There were other bottles that I didn’t know what they were. Trivacy, Descovy, Duviral, and a bunch of other confusing names. They were all empty and had various dates going back months, even years. Typical of an older man to have pill bottles everywhere. I got my first shower in several days. The hot water felt great cascading over me. The shelves in the showers were just as cluttered as the sink was. Lotions, Vaseline, body wash. Shampoo too of all good that would do what with uncle having almost no hair left. I used some of his soap cleansing off the grime. As I was looking through the multiple body wash bottles bunched together I discovered amongst them was a large dildo. It was as big as uncle Chester, and looked very realistic in its shape. I hadn’t gotten off yet and I was still horny so I figured it was okay to have a little shower play. Using the conveniently placed Vaseline I greased up my ass. Vaseline wasn’t my favorite lube. It does the trick alright but it lingers for a long time. I tried inserting the huge rubber toy but my ass hadn’t had much play recently so it was a struggle. It took a while but eventually I I managed to force it inside. The feeling of being filled up was intense yet satisfying. Once I had it all in I wasted no time fucking myself with one hand and jacking off with the other. It felt so good. The dildo was larger than anything I had taken but I loved the shape. All it’s proportions were hitting me just right. It’s wide head hitting my inner ring, the shaft bulging slightly in the middle allowing it to stay in easier, it even had a few bumps on it here and there that enhanced the experience. Fuck this toy was perfect. I must have lost track of time due to the anal play, and spent a bit too much time in the shower. As I was pumping the dildo in and out, I heard the shower curtain open up. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been in here so long.” I stopped pumping and turned around. Uncle Chester was grinning at me. His cock was fully erect again and looking at me. Normally I’d die of embarrassment being caught by a relative doing something like this, but since it was Chester I was only a little flustered. “Oh, sorry uncle, I couldn’t resist...” “That’s alright. You have your fun. I won’t rush you. Take your time with that dildo. It’s a special one.” “Why is it special?” I was a little confused and morbidly curious. “It’s a custom product. Made from a mold of my own cock.” His what?! The realization made me jolt and the dildo slipped between my fingers and fell out of my ass. Before I could retrieve it, uncle Chester grabbed it. “Bit of a butter fingers aren’t you? Turn around. I’ll pop it back in for you.” “I think I can do it myself.” “Oh just turn around” uncle grabbed my arm and turned me around facing the wall. “Now bend over and spread those legs.” He put a hand on my shoulder and with my legs spread, I felt him slap the dildo on my ass a few times. Then took it away. There was a moment where I didn’t know what he was doing with it. Then I felt him poke it at my hole. “Here it comes Will.” With a gradual push, he slid it slowly up in me. “Ah there we go. Nice and snug.” Uncle Chester started pumping the toy in my ass. He pushed it deep and it was hurting. “Ouch, I think I can take it from here…” He pumped it faster in me. “I know, I’m just priming you up. Keep facing that wall.” It was awkward having my uncle use the dildo on me, even more so how enthusiastic he was with it. It was like he was using his whole body in his technique. I was having a hard time with taking the depth at which he was pushing it in me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was also stretching me deep inside. I could barely handle how rough he was. “Uncle that’s too much. I really should take over.” Uncle Chester stopped. Then pulled the dildo out of me. It was a relief to get a pause in the action but then he stuck it back in me. “Alright take it. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself.” He let go of me. I grabbed the dildo poking out of my ass and turned towards him. His cock was still erect and wet. Uncle Chester just smiled and left me to my ‘shower’. I stood there with my hand holding the toy in place, not sure what to do. It was strange to have a copy of uncles dick in my ass, but it was just a piece of silicone after all. My horny mood was strong and I tried thrusting the dildo up in me for a while longer. But the thought of uncles cock kept flashing in my mind. This was uncles cock. Shit i was fucking myself with a Chester dildo. I gave up on it. As good as it felt, I couldn’t keep the flashes of uncle Chester out of my mind. I continued my shower like normal and finished up. Walking out naked to the laundry room feeling refreshed yet still horny. I noticed my pile of folded up clothes were gone. Uncle Chester came in and put his hand on my hip. “I took your clothes and put them away already. There’s something you should know Will. I’m a nudist you see? I tend to have a no clothes policy here in the house. I wasn’t going to bring it up the first day because I wanted to break you into the idea first. But while you are staying with me we’re both going to bare it at all as long as we’re in the house, understand?“ No clothes the entire time? What with how he normally walked around in little to nothing, I guess I should have expected this. I might not have been too keen on the idea yesterday, but since he’s accommodating me, I’ll abide by his house rules. “Yeah, I understand uncle.“ “Excellent, now come with me to the bedroom. I need some quality time with my favorite nephew.” He took me by the hand, and we walked into his bedroom. The smell of musk and sex lingered strongly in the air. He positioned me on his bed and crawled on top of me. He laid down and his semi hard cock rubbed up against mine. He rubbed his fingers through my still damp hair. I had just showered, and now I was getting a new layer of his musky sent on me again. “Um, what is it you wanted to do?” I asked not sure what his intentions were. “Just cuddling. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?“ He caressed my face and looked me up and down. He looked like he was admiring me. “Thanks uncle. That’s really kind.” “You really do look a lot like your father when he was younger.“ He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why did you and dad have a falling out?“ Uncle Chester looked at me as if contemplating, whether or not to tell me. “We were in sort of a relationship back in the day.“ “What? Really?” “Well relationship wasn’t really the best way to describe it. Your father was my fuck buddy. He was such an eager, bottom slut, and I fed him my cock day in and day out. Some of the best years of my life.“ “I can’t believe it. You and dad really did that stuff?“ It was a lot to take in. My dad gave no indications of being into guys at all. And to top it off he had sex with his own brother? “Yeah, your father and I were inseparable. But as time went on, I ended up becoming poz and he limited what I could do with him. For one, I wasn’t allowed to cum in his ass anymore.” “I could understand that.” “I still played around with other men on the side and got into the giftgiving scene. I pozzed up a lot of men in my day, but I wanted your father’s ass most of all. So one day I told him that I wanted him to commit to me completely. To become my sex slave for life. And for that he would have to become poz too. I wanted to infect him you see? That way we could fuck all we wanted uninhibited.” “Oh my God. You wanted to give dad HIV?“ “Yes. It’s not as bad as you think. All gay men get it eventually. It was better that he got it from me. But he didn’t like that idea so he decided to end our physical relationship, which eventually led to us not speaking to each other anymore. He wouldn’t even let me see you as you got older.“ I was having a hard time processing all of that. Uncle Chester’s passion for pozing seemed to know no bounds. My father’s past was a lot more complicated than I thought. And far more on the wild side then I was led to believe all my life. He was always so strict with me. But he had the carefree lifestyle that he warned me about. On one hand I was frustrated that he didn’t tell me about all this. But then again, how do you explain to your own son that you used to take it up the ass from your older brother? “Well all that is water under the Bridge. You’re here in my arms now and we can make up for lost time bonding. You would like that wouldn’t you Will? Bonding with your uncle?” He gave me another kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, of course. I don’t hold any of that against you. I’m glad we can reconnect.“ His face was really close to mine and I could feel his breath on me. “Hey uncle. Why do you like pozing so much?” That got him excited. “Curious are you? Well, there’s no better feeling then shooting a hot load into a boy that will change his life forever. The power of imprinting something permanent on him. My cock has the power to transform, corrupt. It’s a dangerous weapon that can eat away at virile young men.” “Oh, I’m no stranger to kinks but that’s definitely the most extreme I’ve heard of.” “Oh silly child. I’ve been around the block. I know of plenty bastards that are into worse. I know a guy, Clyde, he has cannibalism fantasies.” “Jesus Christ!” “He’s never done it of course. At least not that I know of. Still I wouldn’t go home alone with him. Another guy I know, Arthur, owns a ranch. He ties up guys in his stables and watches as the stallions mount them.” “Wouldn’t that be way too big?!” “He he, yeah. More than once, he’s had to send people to the emergency room for perforated colons.” “I get it. There are a lot of strange guys out there.” “I don’t judge, Will. I’ve done crazy things too. Nothing surprises me anymore. You should get used to more wild things too. That way you won’t get to surprised either.” “I will. I mean, I want to experience new things. I just don’t have many opportunities.” “Well that’s where I come in. The place I’m gonna take you to tonight is on the more hard core side. It’s a bar with a cruising area in the basement. You’ll find all types there. Plenty of poz fuckers there. Who knows, tonight you might get charged up.“ “I don’t want to get HIV uncle.” “Now Will. You will get HIV. It’s inevitable. There is a lot of potential in you for becoming a kinky pig boy. Within this community it’s only a matter of time.” I gave a semi concerned look. All of this talk about HIV and toxic balls was scaring me a little. It wasn’t really inevitable that I was going to catch it, was it? “You shouldn’t be afraid of poz cocks Will. They’re everywhere, even if you don’t know it.” He sat up on my lap. I felt his ass against my dick. It was still a little hard from the shower and I hadn’t gotten off yet. The heat from him was stimulating me. Embarrassingly I could feel myself growing under him. “Feels like you’re still horny Will. Haven’t had enough in the shower?” He was grinding his hips back and forth. His hole was sliding up and down my shaft, even up to my head and down. “I wasn’t able to finish…” His hips were moving around in circles. His hot wet hole was smearing my cock head. “That’s no fun. You shouldn’t blue ball yourself.” His cock was leaking onto my belly. He was clearly very still horny as well. The contact with his ass on my dick was getting a little intense. “Uncle, should you be rubbing your ass on it like that?” “What’s wrong? My cock has rubbed your ass. Your cock can rub mine.” He grabbed my dick and aimed it as his hole. He raised his ass so I could see my tip pointing up at him. His ass rubbed around on my tip, nearly engulfing it. “See? Nothing wrong with a little kiss.” “Um, I guess so….” “I can give it a deeper kiss like this.” Uncle Chester lowered his ass down and the full length of my dick disappeared inside him. I was immediately overwhelmed with the moist heat from within him. “Oh my god! Uncle! I can’t- ah!” I couldn’t contain myself. I came as soon as his hips met mine. My dick throbbed and spammed as it unloaded inside my uncle. “Oh dear. Did you cum inside me Will?” “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too! Your ass just-“ “It’s quite alright my boy. I’m happy to have helped.” “But we technically had sex. Isn’t that bad?” “Did it feel bad?” “…No.” “Then there’s nothing wrong with a little discharge. You were just pent up. I’m here at your disposal my sweet boy. And if my body can give you relief then that’s a bonus.” Uncle Chester slowly got up off of my cock. It popped out of his ass with a trail of cum dripping out of him and onto my thigh. I knew he was always okay with his sexuality and nudity, but I had not expected that I would end up shooting a load inside of him. Did that really count as sex? Sure my dick went inside of him and I came, but it was all so quick. “All right, then, since you were able to release, I think you should help me shoot off a load.” Uncle Chester laid on his back with his cock pointing straight up in the air. Pre-cum leaking out his tip. “Come on then Will. I want you to make me ejaculate. I’ll let you decide how, but you’re not leaving this room until you make some potent poz cum shoot out of me.” He wiggled his cock like a lure to a fish. “Is it okay? I’m okay with being nude around you but isn’t this a bit much?” “Of course. Besides, you got to shoot off inside me. You don’t want to be greedy now do you?“ “No of course not.” Somehow, I should have expected to get to this point. Uncle was such a sexually open man, but I didn’t think he would be willing to have his nephew do something like this with him. I crawled over in between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was definitely thick and hot in my hands. Squeezing the shaft it made another glob of pre-cum ooze out his tip. It was impressive how horny he was all the time. “So what are you gonna do Will? Use those soft hands, put it in your mouth, or are you gonna sit on it like I did?” Uncle wrapped a leg over my shoulder and pulled me down. My face rubbed up against his cock. A trail of pre-cum smeared from my chin to up my cheek. I sat upright again, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I started stroking his shaft up and down. “So a hand job. Fair enough.“ He relaxed with his arms behind his head, while I worked on his shaft. I moved my hands up and down along his length. It was so veiny and hot. I was apprehensive at first about it, but it wasn’t so bad. It was just like jerking off anyone else. The fact that it was my uncle didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I could make him feel good, then it wasn’t all that bad. I spat on it a few times to slick it up more. He watched me as I worked. He seem to be really enjoying himself. As I worked on his cock, he put a foot on my belly and was rubbing me with it. The more I stroked him the more he moved his foot up towards my chest. Pinching one of my nipples between his toes. “Do you like that Will?” “Yeah, it feels okay.” “Do you want to make me cum quickly?” That’s when he moved his foot up and planted it on my face. “Lick this and you’ll really make me shoot.” His foot smelled, and it was clammy with sweat, but I remembered how much he liked foot action, so I open my mouth and started licking it while I stroked him. His flavor was strong, but if it was going to help, then I was happy to do it. “Hell yeah, I can feel myself building up already. Get those toes in your mouth“ He didn’t even wait for me. He stuck his toes in my mouth, and I was sucking on them while his hips were humping to meet my hand strokes. “That’s it Will. I’m going to shoot. It’s coming. Get your head down there.“ Uncle Chester took his foot out of my mouth and swung it around my head. He pulled me down and his cock head pressed against my face as he began to orgasm. Jets of cum blasted out from him. My face got covered in it. He was grunting as his dick throbbed in my hand. Both his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me down onto it. My lips were getting coated in his semen. Some of it almost went into my mouth. His flow calmed down and he eventually let go of me. I sat up, my face covered in it. It dripped down onto my chest and belly. It was all over my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was looking around for any sort of tissues, but didn’t see any available. “Oh, that was wonderful. Thanks for helping me out with that Will.“ Uncle Chester sat up and started licking my chest. Swallowing his cum he shot all over me. He worked his way up to my face and was cleaning me off. But then his mouth met mine as he licked the cum off of my lips and started kissing me. He held me tight as his tongue parted my mouth. He spat a mouth full of cum in me. With his aggressive tongue action, I couldn’t help but swallow the incredibly bitter and salty gunk. We broke away and uncle was licking his fingers, being nonchalant. I was conflicted about giving him a hand job and getting kissed. He seemed to sense my discomfort. “Don’t be so uptight about it Will. Two men can enjoy each others company. It was just a bit of fooling around. It felt good. And you seemed to enjoy yourself too.” “Yeah. That was just a bit intense.” A bit intense? At one point my cock went up his ass and I came instantly. We should probably restrain ourselves. The nudity and body contact is okay. But full blown sex is taking it too far. That’s what I wanted to say in the moment. But he seemed so happy and I didn’t want to bring down the mood. This sort of thing should be wrong but he was so carefree about it that it didn’t totally feel as bad as it should have. “It’s all apart of living young man. You’ll get used to it. Now let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with.” He got up off the bed and grabbed me by the hand. We wandered into the living room where uncle Chester was going through a cabinet. “What are you looking for?” “Just some fun things. There’s porn, movies, board games. What are you in the mood for?” As he was bent over looking through the cabinet, I could see his backside spread. There was a bead of white dripping out of his ass. Oh that’s right. That’s my cum. My cum, leaking out of my uncle’s ass. I can’t believe he just swallowed my dick up into him like that. “How about a board game?” Something that will be a nice distraction from what went on in the bedroom. “Alright I got just the one.” He pulled out a white box with multiple colored dots on it. Oh, it’s Twister.

Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend. But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long. With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away. I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home. Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely. If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from last year’s post: “The Horse Market is a sex party that started in Berlin and has spread to a number of European cities—and finally there is one in San Francisco which also hosts events around the USA. There are very specific rules. Men can sign up for the party as a Stallion (top) or a Mare (bottom). No one can switch mid-party. The Mares are naked and hooded so every dick they take is anonymous. There are red hoods for bareback and white hoods for condom only.” We were in the same space (a straight bondage club.) I had written the organizer and volunteered my sling and fuck bench. I got there early to see if he needed them. He didn’t. Other men had brought slings and the space was crowded. At the appointed time the Stallions went in one door and Mares into another so we couldn’t see each other. I checked in and was given my bottle of lube that had a convenient cord to hang around my neck. I stripped and geared up in boots, chaps, harness and the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian friend. I checked my bag and then had my registration number Magic Markered onto my shoulder. We hung out in the play space—a series of tables for Mares to kneel on; stands to lean on; fuck benches and five or six slings. The Stallions chatted and joked together. I met two men I knew from Chicago. I filled up my water bottle. As the fucking hour approached, the organizer went through the rules. He reminded us to touch the ass we were about to fuck so the Mare knew someone was there; to take out any cock jewelry or at least tell the bottom you had some; to notify the handlers if you saw a Mare in distress; no sex acts between Stallions. And that this evening, all the mares were wearing red hoods—everyone wanted it bare. We were asked to go into a cramped room where all the usual BDSM equipment had been stored. We just fit. It looked to me like there about 35 of us. Out in the main room, we heard the shuffle of feet as the handlers helped the hooded mares into place. We laughed together—nerves were showing. Some of the men began rubbing their dicks to life. The doors opened and we flooded back into the playspace… Naked, hooded men are everywhere. I walk past a row of slings to the communal padded table, where eight men are all kneeling, two to a side. I find a full, hairy ass. I touch the man’s butt as I kneel. I tongue his ass crack making him moan. Other Stallions around me are fingering lube into the hole of their first fuck. I grease myself as I eat him out. His hole has loosened under my tonguing. I stand and slide into him. He grunts and tells me how good I feel in his hairy chute. “Fuck him with that big dick,” says the top next to me. “You’re sure gonna ruin some holes tonight.” I turn and grin at him. It’s nice to actually see someone’s face. We fuck our Mares, unconsciously matching the speed of the stroke with the other. “You should try mine. Let’s switch.” He pulls out—so do I. I plunge into my second ass of the night, maybe six minutes into the event. The top next to me fucks like a jack rabbit. Is he really so close already? He pulls out and takes a break. I eat the new hole and fuck it a little more… * I fuck all eight men at the table before I head over toward the row of slings. Before I reach them, I notice a well-built man in his 30’s is leaning on a table top—his feet on the ground, his back arched showing off a truly sculpted butt. I have been watching him as I have fucked the first eight. No one has touched him yet. I go over to him. I touch him with my hand and sink to my knees. My tongue pries apart his full butt cheeks. “Fuck, get we wet and ready…” I lick and slurp his moderately hairy hole. I stand and fuck him. He bucks back—making me fuck him harder. I fuck and fuck. Finally, I pull out and smack my cock on his upturned butt. “Use me anytime,” he pants, reaching back and giving my wet cock a friendly tug… * And so it goes. I sample the proffered butt with my tongue and fuck. I watch other tops to see who seems to be really enjoying a certain mare. I head there next, reveling in licking the just fucked ass. Most mares usually have someone in them as the numbers are fairly equal. But soon there are Stallions who sit on the sidelines after a couple of fucks and just watch the rest of us work over the entire room. I find a diminutive Asian in a sling. He’s been busy. We are about an hour into the event. His hole is the wettest my tongue has found all night. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he was loaded at least once. His small frame is muscled and sleek. He groans as I eat his butt—and he is soon pleading with me to fuck him. I do—and now he pleads with me to breed him. He has excellent control—tightening his hole at will, truly milking my cock. A Black man comes to watch me fuck. We nod to each other. He reminds me of Keshawn, same age and build—and with a similar massive cock. “You should fuck this guy,” I tell him. “Oh, I have. You’re fucking in my load.” I grin. And pull out, kneel, and lick out some of the guy’s now frothy spunk. I fuck some more, and then he spells me. The Asian finally asks for a moment—it’s too much of a good thing. “You should open some holes for me,” says the top. I agree and we go off and work in tandem for the next 20 minutes or so. A Latin, in another sling, groans at my size and can’t believe the upgrade when we switch. We do the same with a very hairy bear on a bench. And I take him to the hot man leaning on the table. The mares all love our pairing. A young man of color is on a fuck bench. I eat him out, but my new pal goes up him first. It’s too much for his hole. The young man taps out, leaving with a handler. I sigh—and the two of us go our separate ways… * I hear the Asian take a load as I fuck near-by. I go back to him and eat some of the load. I ask if he wants to taste the man’s cum. He does. I get some in my mouth and slowly drool it into his. I make a mental note that I wouldn’t mind loading this one later in the evening. For now, I’m happy to churn the cum he’s already gotten… * Another sling, another man getting a load. He is white cub—very hairy and another of those men who really knows how to use his ass. I arrive to his side as the top is still marinating in the load he’s just shot. My wet cock slaps the cub on the cheek. He blindly turns and licks at my cock. “Fuck me with that thing,” he says, after cleaning my cock head. The guy in his asscunt moves away. I kneel and get another mouthful of cum. I stand and feed it to the cub. He groans his approval. I slide in and churn. His ass is great—even without the load. Another man who can really use it well. I tick off another candidate for my load later in the session… * I just keep fucking—introducing my cock into new holes—and telling repeats that I’m back for more of their ass. I have now fucked just about every ass on offer in the room. I know at least two mares have gone home before I get to them. I am ready to load. I check—the Asian, who I’ve heard take one more load, is gone. I look for the Cub. He’s not in the sling and he hasn’t moved to a bench. Well, damn. I find the man bent over on the table. He’d be perfect. We fuck for a long time. I lick his hole, hoping that will send me over the edge. But I’m trying too hard. I thank him and wander. There is a man I have fucked repeatedly. A big hairy bear on all fours. He’s been very busy. I watch him get used by two men back to back. I jerk a little as they fuck him. I’m up him next. He’s super wet. So wet, I have to pull out and eat his hole for the fourth or fifth time tonight. “So, you’re back,” he grunts. (I am one of just two men who bothered to rim this buffet of ass tonight.) I spit into him some of his juices and plunge in. In moments, I feel the build. My balls tighten and I shoot. I know he can tell I’m shooting; my cock head feels supersized with the orgasm. I stay there a bit and finally pull out. I clean up his hole with my tongue and go sit to the side and watch some other stragglers get off. I realize I’m near a bench where a guy had asked to clean my cock after his fuck. He’s 40-ish and hairy, in only a red jock. I tell him I just shot my load, does he want to clean my cock? His red hooded head nods yes. I let him clean me up. I’m not going down. I am actually still damn hard. He cleans all my jizz off me, along with the ass jizz of countless men. “Stick it up my ass, man, please…” I do—We fuck a moment—and I shoot a second load—not much in volume, but enough to make me shake and hold onto the man under me until my body returns to normal… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Horse Market at CLAW (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 11, 2023

Today at my place. Had a 25yr old hottie over with a good thick 7 inch dick. He’s just entering my hole when we hear something downstairs, my husband was home unexpectedly! I’m a cheating whore so the hottie jumps into the closet, I grabbed his stuff and hide it and jump back into my shorts. Finally husband goes on a work call. I sneak the hottie downstairs into another room, he went to put his jeans back on but instead I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, he was hard again in seconds so I turned around and let him push that dick into my hole where he blew a load. He kept using his dick to push his load in further. I’d say he would of pumped loads into me all day if we were alone. this is one I won’t forget #closecall

So I went to my usual Spanish sauna today. I started off in the darkroom and immediately got kissing with a group of about four or five hot Spanish men. Very quickly one of them started fingering my hole that was already prelubed. I ain't messing around anymore wasting time so I always pre lube before going in. As I was wet kissing one bearded guy, another guy slipped into my hole. As he was fucking me the guy I was kissing supported me from falling. They may have been together and working as a team I don't know. When the top fucking me shot his load and pulled out, the guy kissing me spun me around and took his place, sliding easily into my lubed and cummy hole. I was then kissing someone else. This process continued until I was fucked by about four or five Spanish tops. All in the same group. When the men had finished with me and the group dispersed, I left the darkroom. Outside I saw a guy who is my absolute perfect dominant top. He has fucked me many times going back about three years. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He kissed me passionately, then pulled my head back and spat in my mouth. I was putty in his hands. Again. He is a massive man. Strong, muscular, dominant and at times I am slightly scared of him which adds to the attraction. He said to me in Spanish... Cabina... Now. I'm going to impregnate you. He is an alpha male. I cannot refuse him. Which again, slightly scares me at times again. We went into a cabin and he stood beside me. He told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. To show him respect. I immediately obliged. He then pulled me up and pushed me face down onto the bed. He put his mouth to my hole. He felched a lot of come from my hole, grabbed me by the neck and spat it into my mouth. He then kissed me passionately. He asked how many loads I had taken. I told him 4 or 5. This made him even hornier and again he pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the bed he fucked me so hard I hit my head against the wall. I begged him to give me his load. He insists I refer to him as Señor. I have no problem with this. He shot his load deep inside me and held me down for about a minute after he came. When he pulled out he grabbed me by the hair and told me to clean his cock. As I was doing this he told me to savour the taste of the five loads coating his cock. I did this so willingly. I have never showed such care and attention cleaning a tops cock......

CHAPTER XIV: A Look Back and A New Beginning” **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XIV: GARAGE SALE POZZING: My car was packed and it was my very last day in my apartment in West Hollywood…my job offered relocation and since WeHo and LA were not serving up the previous complement of neg, un-PrEPPED holes to fuck, breed and infect with HIV, I took them up on the offer. Now, I’m ready to go, all my stuff either on a moving van headed north, or given away, except for a few items that I didn’t know what to do with - my pozbrothers Eric and Keith suggested a garage sale, and so on a bright sunny June day in West Hollywood, the three of us brought out my stuff, as well as a few things of theirs, into the sunny courtyard surrounded by the three-sided apartment building. I wistfully looked up from the courtyard - there was Apartment 4B, the guy there (I never asked his name) had placed a note on my front door begging me to infect him…. so I did. When he moved out a few weeks later, rife with the fuck flu, he left me another note pledging not to take meds and poz as many others as he could. And on the 3rd floor, Francisco, our friendly Uber driver, moved in some time after I converted him., so another poz conquest living in the building, and spreading his strain to a lot of his Uber rides. On the ground floor lived the building super, Diego, a hot Latino guy who begged for my AIDS-load one night. I brushed his hole good, slipped on the cruel condom and went to town on his ass, bringing him fully-fledged into the world of HIV with just a couple of pozfucks. I saw him three weeks after I fucked him and he was in the throes of the fuck flu, so I nursed him a bit. As was typical with the newly-upgraded to poz, he was super horned up, so I let him breed his newly toxic loads into me a couple of times, in between his fever dreams and coughing fits. The fuck flu hit him hard, but a week later I saw him in the courtyard, working on some sprinkler problem. We embraced and shared a deep poz kiss. “Thank you Randy, I’m so happy I got pozzed by you. I had been trying for years but you had the special sauce that made me whole.” “Now go spread it around, Diego,” I told him “it’s no good being poz unless you get to poz others,” “Already on it, Papi…I was at the Cumunion party last night and fucked about 15 guys, bred 3 of them with my viral cum” “Good man, Diego, poz them all. You’ll carry on after I move out?” “Oh yeah, every new gayboy who comes from Ohio or Alabama to WeHo and gets an apartment here will be my prey,” Diego laughed and carried on with his work. So, a few weeks later, when Eric, Keith and I had hauled all the garage sale items into the courtyard, I spied Diego in the corner, eyeing who was coming to look and buy. The afternoon had gone on as planned, and I had gotten rid of most of my items. I was just thinking about shutting it all down and getting in my car to go. The rest of the items could stay in the apartment for the next tenant. My back was turned for a moment, and then someone asked me something: “How much for the wine glasses?” he said. I turned around and he was a young kid, probably about 19 or so, a mop of dark curly hair framing his face, handling the mismatched collection of wine glasses in a box. “You old enough to drink wine, son” I asked, instantly hoping he was eligible to be my next casualty. “Well, not really. I just graduated from High School two weeks ago, but I’m trying to find stuff for my new place in this building. I’m starting college in September. “Why, you wanna see my ID?” he asked, looking up with his big eyes through his floppy Timmy Chalamet hair at me. This kid was smart. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do want to see your ID, boy.” He pulled from his pocket a South Dakota drivers license, handing it to me, brushing my hand as I took it from him to check. “2005, and your 18th birthday was last month, that’s good…(checking the name)… Blake,” I said to him, looking now at his name, double-checking his birth date, and then handing his ID back to him. ‘There are more wine glasses up in my apartment, c’mon I’ll show you,” I said, guiding him by the elbow away from the sale table. Eric and Keith shooting me daggers of jealousy as I led my next contestant on my little imaginary game show “The Poz is Right,” up to my conversion chamber for one final pozzing in it. As we passed Diego, working on the sprinklers and as usual, shirtless, I could see the kid checking him out. “He’s the Super,” you’ll like it here, if you move into this complex. He’s very attentive.” As we entered my almost empty apartment now, I pointed to a few more glasses on a table. “check them out, Blake.” “It’s so fucking hot in here today,” I said, stripping off my shirt, revealing my biotats – a biohaz symbol and a red scorpion, surrounding 4 Xs, each one proudly representing 10 men I’ve pozzed. “Nice tats,” the kid said as he came in for a closer look. Can I touch them? I guess they mean you’ve been around, right?” “You could say that,” I tell him, chuckling…”Around and around…and you can do more than touch them if you want,” I responded “I gotta get out of these clothes, if you don’t mind, and I dropped my shorts and freed my pierced poz cock from my underwear and chucked them into a corner. “Just too hot today,” “I’ve been hungry for a big cock to suck all day, Sir,” he says, practically salivating at the sight of my pierced pozzing stick. “I’d like to taste that, if that’s OK, Sir.”’ “Son, you put your mouth on it, and it’s gonna want to fuck your hole,” I responded, “My cock is potent, with a mind of it’s own, and it won’t settle for a blowjob when it can get its load into your 18-year old boyhole…so if you don’t want that, tell me now.” “I’ve only ever sucked off guys, like behind the bleachers at school.” A look of worry crossed his beautiful face. “Would it hurt?” “Probably will, at first, but I promise, I’ll go easy. So you want this?” I asked, pointing down first at my string of biohaz and X tats signifying the 40 men I’ve spread HIV to, and then at my hard cock as he sank to his knees in front of me. “Once you start sucking it, I will want to fuck you. And once I start fucking you, I won’t stop until I’m done. No going back…You understand?” “Give it to me, Sir!” and with that he buries my cock down his throat. I’m impressed with his sucking skills and soon he’s working a few drops of viral pre-cum out of my cockhead . He pulls his little boy-mouth off me and shows the viral pre-cum leaking onto his tongue, giving me a view as he tastes down my lethal seed. “You like that dirty cum, boy?” I prod him but he doesn’t seem to hear as he resumes his sucking game. It’s after a few minutes more, I pull him up to me and turn him face down onto the couch. I undo his jeans and forcefully strip them off him while he pulls off his shirt. “Let me loosen you up a bit, boy,” and from my jeans pocket, pull out my ever-present toothbrush. Dabbing some lube and more deadly pre-cum on the bristles, I guide it gently up the virgin passage. His reflexes kick in and tries to squirm away, but I hold him tightly in position, “Relax, boy, it’s just a lube applicator,” which is a blatant lie but also true in a sort of twisted way. I laugh to myself at the depravity of it which is making my AIDS-cock pulse with anticipation. He continues to writhe and squirm and with my left hand, I push him back down to the couch. “Stay still,” I command. “This is to get you warmed up, boy,” as he stops his wriggling underneath me. I don’t think he’s enjoying this very much, but I sure am, as the evil brush opens up his hole and creates the abrasions my death-seed needs to knock this dumb kid up for good. I bring my tongue to the boys hole and taste the virgin ass of this corn-fed boy from America’s heartland. The rimming has loosened him up a bit, and lubing up my poz weapon, I stand and ease it right up the lad’s butt, and he yelps and tries to twist himself away from me. “Oh, no, boy, this was the deal,” I respond, placing my hand on his back and holding him down against the couch. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll go slow but I gotta get all the way in first.” I’m deep up inside his boyhole now, my balls brewing up a new batch of HIV for his hole. His squirming subsides a bit but he whimpers into the couch cushions. “OK, son, I’m all the way in now,” I counsel him, “Gonna start pumping it into you, slowly at first,” and I gently begin pistoning my HIV pole inside his virgin passage, already the toxic precum infiltrating into him. This kid’s first ever fuck is gonna poz him up and thinking of this, my cock grows even more up inside his boycunt and I speed up my strokes. His whimpering has quieted down now and he mumbles something into the cushion about getting fucked by a porn guy, but I’m too busy with my work to really hear what he’s saying. “My cum’s gonna live on in you, kid,” I tell him as I quicken my pace, bringing my virus-riddled cock all the way out and back in the kids now-open hole. I notice his cock now, hard and swinging with my pounding, a long stream of 18-year old precum hanging off his cockhead. “You’ve got a pretty cock, kid,” I tell him “I hope you use it to spread my gift,” but again he doesn’t seem to hear me as his head is buried in the old couch cushions, taking my poz-fuck and whimpering now and then. If he’s still uncomfortable, I assure him it’s almost over. “Yeah, I’m almost there, son, gifting your hole into the brotherhood…a real Weho poz welcome wagon! You’re gonna enjoy the upgrade, kid,” but again he can’t seem to hear me. His breathing is fast now and when I briefly pull out of his pozzed-up hole, I see his pretty young cock shooting neg cum onto the old couch that is going to Goodwill. His butt clamps tighter around my AIDS pole and my balls bring forth a eruption of potent beautiful HIV seed into the kid’s ass, forever marking him as another pozzed up WeHo kid. I grind the 8 spurts of my deathseed into his hole, filling him with virus and finally stop shooting the poison into him with a big shudder. “That was incredible!” he finally says as he emerges from his trance, and the couch cushions. “Sure was, kid, you want some more?,” I ask “I know there are 3 hungry tops down in the courtyard looking to breed you.” “I pull out of the kid, my cock bringing a bit of dirty poison cum with it and I spin him around so he can clean off my pozzing stick. He greedily laps up the AIDS-cum from my pierced weapon and I turn him back face down into the old cummy couch and order him to stay put. “I’m gonna send in more men now to complete the gift exchange. Don’t go anywhere, kid. Thanks for the fuck…you’ll like living in this building.” And with that, I button up and go back down to the courtyard. I signal to Eric, Keith and Diego that the kid is ass-up and ready for their toxicity to go with the load I’ve got brewing in his hole already. Diego goes up over first, as I hug and kiss Eric and Keith goodbye. We pledge to keep each other updated on conquests through our group chat. I’m on the street and in my car a minute later, heading for the freeway. It’s 10 minutes later the first text in the group chat pings on my phone. Diego has bred the kid. This is followed by texts from Eric and Keith as well, Eric taking the opportunity to tell us he’s gone on a med break for a few weeks so should be toxic as well for the kid. “Remember guys,” I remind them via text “I got him first” he’s one of mine!” It’s later when I’m stopped for lunch at a diner, browsing through pictures of potential HIV-related tattoos for my cock, that I get some more group chat from my brothers in poz. “That kid didn’t know we were poz, he thought all the Xs meant we did porn…LOL,” Keith texted. “Well, he’s gonna know in a few weeks,” I text, laughing. At this point, I catch out of the corner of my eye a burly truck driver watching me. Is this a second opportunity for bug spreading today? I motion to him I’m going to the mens room. He gets up from the booth and follows me. This trip is already working out great!

Bobby paused and Siad "sure lets fuck in Dad's bed." Jackson wasn't nearly as high as we were but he seemed very exited and horny. He led the way. Their dad's room was in the back and had a sliding glass door that led to a patio with some chairs in the back yard. there was an bathrooom with a large tub and the bed was king sized. A huge tv faced the bed on a dresser and there was a a laundry basket full of mostly underwear and workout gear. Jackson dumped the laundry out on the bed and grabbed a jockstrap. He put it up to his mouth and took a deep breath. "wear this" he said. "Then it will be like dad and you fucking me at the same time" "fuck when did you get so nasty bro?" "I don't knowIve never been interested in guys but when you came in smelling like dads old jocks it turned me on like crazy. Now all I can think about is fucking dudes like you and dad like a dirty fucking whore" Bobby slipped on the jockstrap and grabbed his brother and threw him on top of the dirty underwear. He pulled jackson on his back and lined up his dick with his slicked up cum hole. Grabbing a dirty jock that looked like it had some piss stains on it he shoved it into his brothers face richt as he thrust his huge uncut dick into his bothers hole. "Fuck yeaH i want a bunch of guys to seed your hole! i want to see you drink piss and eat hairy ass and take all the dick you can. slam you up and make you a no limits whore. And I fucking wish we could get dad to fuck you" Jacksons eyes were wild and he screeamed as bobby roughly fucked his hole. "fuck year make me a fucking pig whore! Ill do anything you say bro!" Bobby spit in Jacksons mouth and face then licked a glob of spit off of jacksons face into his mourth. "and little bro I want to poz you guy and give you toxic loads." Jackson sucked on his tongue and moaned a muffled "yes" I watched and jerked myself but I had just cum and wanted them to have a little brother bonding time. I decided to set up the tv for porn and i pulled up some guys on NKP that I knew loved incest and bareback and piss. We had to go back to the clinic on saturday which was tomorrow so we should make sure jackson got fucked by some hairy toxic guys before then. I pulled on a pair of his dad's dirty tidy whiteys. I was definetly going to enjoy these two pigs tonight. After I set up the tv playing some TIM raunchy pig porn i opened up the top dresser drawer. It was filled with jockstraps lube poppers a pipe and a large baggy. Holy fuck it seemed like their dad was wilder than they knew. Bobby was still ponding increasing tempo. It was impressive seeing Jackson go from straight virgin to fuck toy. "Take my fucking toxic load You fucking whore!" Bobby screamed and he started cumming driving cum deep into his brother. "Yes fucking give me your aids dick daddybro!" jackson screamed back. Fuck I was going to need a turn soon. As bobby petered out he pulled his dick out of his brothers swolled ass with an audable "pop" bobby turned on his hands and knees to start sucking his. I went over to help kissing jackson as we licked all over his brothers cummy cock . "im gonna piss" I grabbed jacks ons back of his head and held him in places as the piss started cumming. "Drink it all slut" as he struggled to choke it down. He got most of itwith only a little dribbiling out if his mouth down his chin and onto his dads dirty undies. " I've got a few guys lined up to come over to fuck you dudes but I think there is also a way for you to get to fuck your dad at the clinic tomorrow" I said and then kissed jackson deep on his tina piss mouth. Yeah we were gonna have a lot of fun! To be continued

Chapter 2 – Things get intense In Chapter 1, I tell about my buddy, Gene. He and I have progressed from basic oral to fisting and partying. He’s at my house for the night, and we saw a younger couple, Will and Tom, on an app. They were nearby and wanted to party and fist. They’re here now. After I fisted Will for a while, we took another break. They were each still wearing their jock straps, but Gene and I were naked. No matter, it was ass that we were all after. Like a lot of younger couples, Will and Tom bought a fixer-upper in the suburbs. They were charmed by its character and the space they would have compared to the same price in the city. Since family from both sides were helping with the reno, their options for setting up a playroom were limited. Luckily, that was not the case for me. We talked, smoked, fondled, fingered. All the normal things horny guys do when they’re naked (or mostly naked) and spun. They were genuinely nice guys and didn’t have any concerns about playing with guys who were older (and less attractive) than them. This sounded great to Gene and me. Tom wanted to fist me, so I hopped in the sling. Will told Gene that he would fist him on the bed. It’s always hot when two guys are getting fisted at the same time. Tom was skilled at topping, as well as presenting as a great and active bottom. He managed to get in deep, just below his elbow. He also worked a few dildos into my ass, really giving it a stretch. He looked sexy as hell sitting between my legs, with my ass spread wide in front of him. I got out of the sling, and Gene got in. Will was going to fist him now. Again, he showed his skill as a top while he was working over Gene’s ass. He used a dildo or two on Gene, which is a favorite thing for him during a fisting session. I could tell Gene loved it and wanted to do more with these guys. Tom and I watched the hot scene in front of us. We were fondling each other and talking about the fisting that was happening, as well as what the area was like to live in. These guys wanted to be involved in the community, so I told him about farmer's markets and a few volunteer options. Eventually, I inserted a dildo into Tom’s ass while we were on the bed. This one was pretty thick, and it was impressive how easily he took it. He rode the toy like a champ and showed a nice gape after I pulled it out. He mentioned that both of them like to show a gape when they’re fisting and have been known to go at it for an entire weekend or more at various events. Seeing how they both took dildos and fists tonight, I had little doubt that they were big hits at these events. In the end, we all fisted each other. I also have a good collection of dildos, which were inserted into various holes. It was a fun night, with multiple pauses to smoke and get something to drink. Everyone was relaxed and having a good time. The new guys were passionate and excited about possibly getting together again. They said they’d need lots of stress relief from the reno, and we could provide that. I volunteered that they could text when they wanted to play, and we could try to make it happen. Once we wrapped up and everyone was showered, we were shocked to see the sun coming up. It turns out that we had played from about 8 at night to 7 in the morning. Obviously, these guys would be a great addition to our regular playmates.

Chapter 1 – Starts with Gene, Ends with More I met Gene at a bar one night many years ago. That night, we went back to his place to have sex and we’ve kept in touch since. Over the years, both of us have broadened our sexual horizons and have shared most of that with the other. Gene is now 42, tall, bald, and stocky, He has a great beard and a hairy body. I’m 44, tall, with short brown hair and a dad bod. There’s a bit of hair on my chest, ass, legs, and such, but no one would call me hairy. The first night was all about oral. We’d been drinking, it was late, you know the drill. We sucked each other off, and Gene surprised me by happily swallowing my load. The next time we met, we got into some rimming which led to Gene fucking me. Back in those days, we played safe with a new partner. Over the years, our tastes and interests have developed. Gene was the first one to bring up bareback, and I was the first to mention a sling. Gene brought up fisting, and I brought up pnp. We realized that we had lots of mutual interests, so we continued to meet, except now we’d party and fist each other in the sling. Gene came over one Friday night. We had planned a session that would last a few hours. Little did we know what the night had in store for us. I live in a ranch house out in the burbs. It can be isolating, but it’s also nice that we can make all the noise we want without bothering neighbors. Gene still lives in the gayborhood in the city. Where I am, there aren’t a lot of people on the apps, especially if you’re looking for something more exotic. Gene got there, we stripped, and lit the pipe. He was first in the sling. He’s got a great hairy ass and hole, and I really enjoy fisting him. First, I started out by eating his ass, getting it nice and ready for the deeper play. Plenty of Slam Dunk went into his hole to lube him from the inside, then I added a healthy portion of JLube. The same went on my hands, Slam Dunk first, topped off with JLube. We’ve played together enough that we know what the other’s tolerances are and I knew that Gene liked to go at it hard and fast. So, I inserted two fingers to start, added two more, and then worked my fist into his hole. He likes when I go deep on the first insertion, so I went in as far as his ass would allow. While I was in his hole, I’d clench my hand into a fist, letting him feel the fullness. One of the great things about fisting in a sling is that either guy can take the lead. Sometimes, I’d be in control, and other times, Gene would take over and ride my arm. We were having a good time getting his ass opened up, but he wanted to take a turn in mine. So, Gene got out of the sling, and I got in. Same drill with the lubes, and Gene was soon inside my ass. I prefer a good stretch at the start and Gene provided that to me, He would leave his knuckles at the entrance to my hole and flex them, letting me really feel my hole being opened up. We also did some depth play. We decided to take a break and smoke some more. That also meant checking the apps. Imagine my surprise when a couple showed up on nkp that was reasonably close by. They were both into fisting and pnp, So I sent them a message. It turns out they had moved in recently and were noticing the lack of available play friends in the area. We exchanged info, and I invited them over. They said they’d be there in about 30 minutes and had product that they could share. Will and Tom arrived as expected. They were psyched to find serious players nearby, and we all hoped that this would work out. They’re both mid-30s and handsome. Short hair, nice, toned bodies, and great personalities. Will is hairy and taller than his smooth husband, Tom. They quickly stripped down to jock straps and offered up their stash. We had a pipe ready to go, so we started with that. While we were smoking, I started playing with Will, and Gene went with Tom. We were fondling each other, tweaking nipples, and fingering holes. They seemed willing and eager, so Gene suggested that Tom get in the sling. He got in, and we got him settled with the stirrups and made sure that poppers were nearby for both. I could tell that Gene was excited about getting to fist this handsome man. The lube process was the same as before, and Gene started gently probing Tom’s hole. After just a short while, Tom said, “Just stick it in already!”. So Gene did. His hand slid easily in Tom’s ass, showing the skill of the younger man. Tom’s face showed his pleasure at being fisted by Gene. While Will and I were fooling around on the bed, he confessed that they had a hard time finding other fisters to play with. He told me this could be the start of a good thing for all of us. It certainly seemed good so far. Gene was feverishly fisting Tom’s hole. He’d go in deep, pull back, and sometimes come all the way out to reenter. Tom looked to be enjoying himself and was helping himself to regular poppers to keep the mood high. He looked great getting fisted, He’d reach back and finger around his hole and sometime spread his ass wide for Gene. Meanwhile, I was munching on Will’s hole while he sucked me. He had a nice hole with a good amount of hair around it. I like fisting or toy play with a guy with a hairy hole since it’s hot to see the hair dragging through the lube on your hand or the dildo. Poppers were used by both of us, and I become a total ass fiend when I’m snorting poppers and eating ass. Will was having a good time, and he was a great cocksucker too. Eventually, Tom left the sling, and Gene suggested that Will climb in. We decided to smoke some more before that, but then we got Will in the sling. His hairy body and orange jock strap framed his hairy ass nicely. Since I had already been rimming him, I went for the fisting right away. He took my large hands easily and really liked to control the motion of the sling. That was no problem for me, so I let him spend a lot of time riding my arm. Clearly, both of these guys were experienced at fisting, and they seemed to be enjoying our company. I had high hopes that there would be many repeats of a session like this in the future.

Daddy 2 and my buddy spitroasted again and as soon as daddy slid out my buddy slid in and emptied his balls in there as well. Got 4 loads in an hour and used it as lube to fuck my buddy as he wanted to be fucked while sucking daddy clean. I don't think I've cum so hard in ages

Fisting trade lad My Grindr sounded with a message from a fit as fuck tradie lad working nearby and asking if he could toy my hole while he wanked off over his lunchtime. The thought of perhaps having him wank over my hole was too much to resist so I agreed. I asked him what he needed and he asked me to leave a couple of toys out for use while he wanked. I was to be hooded and ass up for anon and he loved playing with a cunt when his Mrs wasn’t around. I agreed and was in my pup mask and ass up when he arrived with a large butt plug fully inserted. He stripped off to his white Nike worn socks. He was soon pulling on the plug and stuffing it back it as he stretched my hole with it. I could hear him huffing on poppers. He swapped the plug for a dildo and gave my hole some deep and hard thrusts with it. Then he swapped to using his fingers to open and stretch my hole, I huffed on poppers and let him. It felt amazing as he took his time opening me up with one hand and wanking with other. He was trying to get his wanking hand into my hole. Then he changed his plan and used both hands to stretch me open. He was using his thumbs on the stretch when I felt his dick inside the gape. I could tell he was teasing my cunt and he removed his thumbs so my hole closed around his dick. He was suitably turned on to start fucking my cunt. So much for just wanting to toy my hole. I’m not sure if that was his intention but he was now just giving my cunt a good horny fucking and he was good too making use of my opened sloppy cunt. Then he was back on his knees working my hole open more stretching me to the limit with his fist and cock together. When he was done he shoved his dick back inside and told me it was time to get a load in that stretched cunt. He banged me until he was ready to breed me. He clearly got off using a sloppy cum bucket and was soon shooting jizz inside me. When he was done, like a typical straight guy, he couldn’t resist pulling his semi cum cock out and waving it about against my ass and sliding back inside my cummy hole for good measure. He tagged my ass FIST n FUCK, got dressed and left me used n dripping.

OMG Love the hairy tummy

All of these events have website s you can get the latest on event dates an activities for that year Pig Week: starts the Friday of Thanksgiving weekend (late November) and runs for 10 full days in Fort Lauderdale FL Fist Fest: held in April, July and October at a sex resort in Augusta GA (a couple hours outside Atlanta) CLAW: in Cleveland OH in early April IML: in Chicago IL over Memorial Day weekend in late May Palm Springs Leather Pride: In Palm Springs CA at the end of October Folsom Street fair. San Francisco CA end of September (it's dirty cousin, Dore Alley is in late July) MAL: Washington DC in mid-January GayDays Orlando (June). Orlando FL beginning of June

I don't think I'm doing badly for mid 40's, but I'm a bottom anyway 🤷‍♂️. I still like getting everything out from time to time...

Oh thank fuck. A few failed attempts left me spiraling in utter existential terror that I had lost my ability to figure out tech stuff on my own. I was just about to finally crack and ask the neighbor's kids to show me how to do it, when I found this thread. Whew! 🥲

My name is Robert Kendall Allen, and this is the story of how I got pozzed. My mother was barely 18 when I was born. I never really knew my dad since my mother wouldn't marry him. She told me nothing about him except that he went away to college while my mom went to the local community college and worked while she raised me with help from her parents. I heard that my dad ended up moving away. I'm not sure where he moved, but I know he never returned to our small town in Illinois. While he had left the town in which he was raised, nevertheless I always would get a birthday card every year from him. He never missed a birthday, until today, the day I turned 21, and this omission is not his fault since he has no idea that I moved out of the small town where I had lived for the first twenty years of my life. Here's how I ended up leaving home; a couple months ago I my mother caught me in bed with another man. Actually the guy was one of my high school teachers. He had been fucking me since my junior year. To say she freaked out would put it mildly. After my teacher left she told me I had to be out off her house by the end off the week. I didn't wait that long and by the next day I had all my shit packed in my car and left. I had a buddy who lived close-by who let me crash with him in exchange for sex, so when I wasn't at my crappy job at the local WalMart (or servicing my straight bud) I was on my laptop seeing who was out there with whom I could play while I temporarily stayed with my 'friend'. I've always been attracted to the older, daddy types. I've never used a condom and knew the risks involved with bareback sex, although I never really chased the bug until now. While on-line I discovered Breedingzone.com and Bugshare.net. The stories always had my dick hard. The thought of getting pozzed up by an older guy and becoming his boy filled my dreams (and my jack-off sessions). I then discovered Barebackrt.com and started my search for the perfect man to knock me up. I concentrated on the listings for Chicago, knowing that city would afford me an excellent chance of meeting the right man to poz me, and when I decided to make the trip to Chicago, I also decided to post my itinerary on bbrts, mentioning I would be at Steamworks, and that I looking to play with an older poz guy. I threw all my belongings in my car and drove the 3 hours to Chicago and quickly found my way to Steamworks, parked my car and went inside, asking for a locker since my funds were limited. I stripped out of my street clothing, and draping a towel around my 28" waist, I went to explore the place. I quickly learned that there were a number of older men who'd love to 'take care' of a boy like me, 20 something, 5' 9", 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, lean, smooth build. The one common factor that these Daddies shared was that they were all interested in pozzing-up bottom boy - like me. It didn't take me long to find the man of my dreams. He was in his 40s, about my height, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes (like me) with a nice piece off meat between his legs (it had to be 5" semi soft). I didn't pack much less and at full mast I am nearly 8". What caught my eye was the biohazard tattoo he had just left off his trimmed pubes. It seemed that I caught his eye as the two of us did this 'dance' as we moved around the place. I lost him for a while until he came up behind me saying seductively "I've been waiting for you to get here." "You saws my post on barebackrt?" "Yes, Boy, I did. Where are you staying in town?" "Don't know yet, just thought I'd check this place out and see what I might 'find'." "What are you looking for?" I answered him, "Anything that may 'CUM' my way" with what I hoped was a seductive smile. With that, the dreamy guy introduced himself as 'Greg', and invited me to join him in his room. I introduced myself as Kendall, using my middle name, thinking my middle name might give me a fresh start. I followed Greg back to his room and once we were inside he shut and locked the door. Greg had a room with a bed on one side and a sling on the other. After we were in his room Greg pulled my towel from my waist exposing my entire body to his inspection. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entered my mouth as his hands explored my body. He was touching me in all the right places making me feel so good. I was hoping that this might be the man who would give me what I was seeking, that Greg was the poz Daddy who would take care of me. Greg placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and took his cock into my mouth, showing him my skills at sucking cock. His rod easily slid into my throat, engorging as time when on. Soon enough I found myself working on an 8" thick cock. After I had worked his cock to to his satisfaction he pulled his hard tool from my hungry mouth and as I looked inquiringly up at him, Greg looked down at me and said, "You're a damn good cock sucker boy, you ever party before?" I knew what he meant from the stories I'd read on breedingzone, "No Sir, but I'm open to the idea." Greg got an evil grin on his face as he led me over to the bed. He had me sit down as he rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out two syringes and a little baggie containing a white crystaline powder. I assumed (correctly, I later learned), it was Tina. He filled both syringes just over half way with the drug. He then added water and waited for the contents to dissolve. Greg then pulled out a tourniquet and worked it over my bicep. He had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein. Greg spoke to me as he swabbed my arm with some alcohol, "You're going to feel a little pinch when the needle is stuck in your arm. I'm going to pull back and get a flash of blood in the barrel to make sure I've hit the vein. Then I'll empty all this in your arm. When I remove the tourniquet you'll probably feel a warmth rush up your arm. You will feel like you can't breath as you cough out a few times. Then the drug will hit you as your heart begins to beat faster and you'll feel very warm. I want you to go with the feelings and ride the rush. Once you're ready I want your mouth back on my cock as I do myself." Greg had me lay back on the bed as I watched. He found a prominent vein, suck the needle in, pulled back a little to get a small flash of blood and as he pushed the plunger down emptying the contents into me he said, "Ready or not, here it cums!" Greg released the tourniquet and, just as he described I felt a warmth go up my arm into my chest. I felt as if I couldn't breath, I coughed hard two or three times, and then sensed a flush and my heart began to race. I also heard a distinct ringing in my ears and felt as if my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As I rode my first rush, I looked up at Greg as he smiled down at me. I knew I needed to pleases this man and would do anything he commanded. I just lay there for what seemed like an eternity (but in reality was a couple minutes) when I knew I had to pleases this man, this God who I hope would be the man to not only give me the bug, but maybe he would make me his boy. I knew I needed to pleases this man. I got down on my knees and between his legs to service him as he administered his own slam to himself. I took his semi hard cock deep into my throat. I never knew that I could swallow a man like I was doing to Greg at that moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greg apply the tourniquet to his arm I watched as he swabbed the vein he was going to use. I could see him stick the needle in himself as he drew back to get the small flash in the barrel. Just as he had done to me moments ago, he emptied the entire syringes into his own arm. I heard the click as he removed the tourniquet. He coughed out almost like I had as I knew the second the drugs hit his system. I felt his cock throbbed to its hardest I had felt in my throat as I swear I could feel him cumming, or maybe he was just precumming, but it felt like a ton was flowing out of his dick. Greg didn't say a word as he placed a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. I felt for a moment that he was going to cum right then and there when he stopped. He lifted my chin and I rose up with his touch as he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Each of his touches was electric. I knew I wanted this man and he was about to take me, make me his right then and there. My hope was that he'd make me his forever! As we kissed he led me over to the sling. I climbed in without any difficulty and he helped me put my feet in the stirrups as I laid back looking up at this magnificent man. He kissed my feet, licked my inner legs as he worked his way between my legs. He paused for a moment as he licked my balls and sucked my semi-hard dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel myself getting a little harder but I never reached my full potential. Then Greg went back to my balls and then onto the area between my sack and hole - I felt an increase in pleasure beyond what I had ever known. When he finally found my quivering hole, I thought I was going to explode. I uncontrollably began to moan and writhe around. The more he licked and worked his tongue inside me, the more I wanted his cock, the more I wanted to be he poz bitch. "FUCK GREG! I need you inside me. I need your poz cum, your DNA coursing through my veins." Greg didn't speak a word - he just shoved his hard cock in, balls deep, looking down on me as he began to slowly fuck my ass. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my ass. I'm not sure how long he had been fucking me, but I was certainly enjoying every second. After a couple of minutes of steady fucking, he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder and faster only to stop, lean in and kiss me before he'd start fucking me some more. He occasionally would pinch my nipples or squeeze my balls as he worked my hole with his cock, keeping up this rhythm for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. After quite a length of time he asked "You ready for my dirty seed, boy?" "Fuck, yes. Your dirty seed will make a great birthday present." Greg then grunted and slammed hard into me as he grunted "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" as I felt his cock thicken and spasm inside me. I swear I thought I could feel his load as he deposited it inside me. Greg fought to catch his breath as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue making its way deep into my mouth. After we kissed he pulled back and said, "So today is your birthday in so many ways. Today you'll be born into the poz brotherhood. How old are you today?" as his still rock hard cock was slowly pumped my hole working his charged seed into the walls of my ass. "I turned 21 today." Greg never acknowledged that he heard me when he started to slam fuck me again, "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" as his cock once again spasmed inside me once again filling me with his poz seed. "Did you say you're 21 today?" "Yes, sir I am. And you're making it a special day for me, especially since I didn't get my yearly birthday card from my father." Greg looked a little shocked at what I told him but he seemed to brush it off. Suddenly he asked, "Why didn't you get you father's birthday card?" as he continued to work his hard cock inside my cummy hole. I told him the details of how my mother had kicked me out of the house and why I made the decision to seek out a mature man to poz me and (hopefuly) take me in. As I told Greg all this he seemed to know me. He looked down at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen as he began to fuck me harder and harder. He wad fucking me so hard I thought the sling was going to break. Greg grunted out as he seeded my hole again. He had deposited so much cum inside me already some was spilling out as he continued to fuck me as, I'm sure, more was being worked deeper inside me. We kissed again, but there was something different about this kiss. It was more like a kiss two lovers would share. After we stopped kissing, Greg looked at me still with that grin, "Your using your middle name, your first name is Robert." I was shocked. How did this guy I just met know my real first name!? "How did you know that?" Greg never stopped fucking me. He just looked at me as he kept pumping away. "I know your real name because I'm your father." Hearing that had my semi-hard cock going rock hard. Greg kept in fucking me as we kissed again and again. I felt his cock grow harder and thicker deep inside of me. We kissed as he shot yet another load inside me at that same exact moment I shot what I hoped to be my last neg load thinking 'MY OWN FATHER POZZED ME!'

This place is great guys! Not a huge crowd, but lots of fucking, for a cold wet Tuesday night. It is a fuck club, no shower, hot tub, sauna, or wet facilities. They do have slings fuck horses, plenty of benches, and a suck ramp. They offer clothes check for $2 or you can bring your own lock and use a locker for free if you want to strip down. About half the guys kept their street clothes on and the other half went naked or wore a jock. It is a great alternative to a day pass at one of the gay resorts, although I'm still planning a couple of those. My balls are empty and my hole is full of cum. If you buy a membership it is good both here and Slammer LA.

They are not "inseparable". Plenty of men have casual sex without barebacking, and plenty of men have bareback sex but not casual sex. Yes. A quick perusal of profiles on any dating/hookup site that includes an option for safer sex options will show that plenty of guys still say "condoms only" and even more show that condoms are sometimes used. It seems to me these are two unrelated things that sometimes go together, and sometimes don't - like "Does eating fast food always mean using your hands?" Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes you can't eat the fast food without a fork or spoon or something. And sometimes even "nicer" food requires using the hands without utensils. I think the most you could say is that in recent years (thanks to advances in PrEP and HIV treatment both), bareback sex as a component of casual sex has increased. But they're by no means the same thing.

They are not necessarily connected. You can have casual sex with or without barebacking, and you can have bareback sex whether you engage in casual sex or are monogamous. To my recollection, I've done all of the combinations (i.e. had casual sex when I exclusively used condoms for it, had casual sex when I exclusively barebacked, had a monogamous relationship where I barebacked).

I don’t think I understand the question. There were a lot of options not included in that poll.

pre-cum is the entrée, piss the main and cum the dessert

Went and visited my 9" Daddy Sunday night. We smoked some weed, sniffed poppers while he ate and played with my hole before dumping 2 loads in my cuntpussy, as he calls it. I think he must have shot them so deep that nothing has leaked out at all. I think my pussy absorbed it all up because he didn't eat my hole after he dumped his two loads.

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Chapter 12: Falling Off the Cliff Less than two weeks later, Ricky got to see Daniel’s doctor friend. This doctor quickly recognized the feelings Ricky described as a common symptom of addiction – the feeling that if he could just get “more” in some way, everything would feel great again. He recommended the idea of therapy to dig down into the background emotions involved in these feelings, and gave Ricky a referral to a therapist, Dr. Magnus. With a little financial help from Daniel and Laszlo, and from Steve and Jim, and the help of a GoFundMe page, he was able to spend a few useful sessions with Dr. Magnus, who proved to be a very insightful man, and capable of evoking similar depths of insight in Ricky. Since Dr, Magnus was also gay, there was no awkwardness about discussing these sexual issues. It took only those few hours for a likely chain of causes to emerge. Starting at the point of Ricky’s sense of rejection by his mother and his feelings of being unanchored and adrift when he arrived in WeHo, and proceeding to his rapid entry into Alan’s life, and his desire to secure his place there by meeting his daddy’s endless appetite for sloppy seconds, it wasn’t hard for Ricky to connect the dots and see exactly how his pattern of habitual behaviour had emerged and evolved. However, when Dr. Magnus indicated that the process of trying to undo the pattern might be more prolonged and require many more sessions, Ricky was forced to terminate the therapy – not without regret, because it had been very helpful. It was simply too costly for him to go on, but he felt he could trust his clearer insight into his issues to help him modify his own patterns of behaviour going forward. And to all appearances, it worked. This was where the strength and determination which others saw in Ricky really paid off for him. Before long, the other guys in the area were commenting about how Ricky was a changed man. The former Numero Uno Slut had calmed right down, no longer racing after every new face in town to get yet another cock in his hole. It was a kind of nine days wonder, but all the discussion about Ricky gradually evaporated as other young guys stepped forward to claim the title as the newest and hottest butt sluts and topics of conversation in WeHo. The shift in focus away from struggling with these feelings in his own life also freed up more of Ricky’s time to focus on the bigger problems and issues around him. Top of the list among those was plainly the situation with Terry. The trouble had started less than two weeks after Ricky’s ordeal when Terry came home and announced that he’d just gotten a gig taking part in a porn film with Stewart’s company. Ricky was forced to ask a dangerous question. “Does Stewart know we’re friends, Terry?” “I don’t think so. Why?” “That’s a very long story. Just trust me on this, Terry. Do both of us a favour and don’t tell him you know me, okay?” Before long, Terry was spending evenings and weekends over at Stewart’s place. Stewart would always send a car to bring him up to his house in the hills. Ricky shook his head sadly as he saw his friend drifting more and more into the orbit of one of the most disreputable and manipulative members of the gay porn community. On the surface, Terry bragged about what a great time he was having, how much fun it was having a millionaire porn magnate for a boyfriend. He also didn’t hesitate to share the details about the porn scenes he was filming (increasingly kinky and messy), the parties he was attending, and the assorted drugs he was trying out. All of this activity may have been exciting for Terry, but it was also making him increasingly hard to handle. He had morose days with fits of threatening self-harm, or he flew into sudden rages for no apparent reason. Things had begun disappearing from the other guys’ rooms and they were afraid that Terry was getting itchy fingers. There were unexplained shortfalls in his kitchen budget, too, but Terry exploded in anger when asked about it. Despite the problems of dealing with Terry, there was a pleasant highlight for Ricky and Dylan around this time. The guys from Twink Heaven hosted a big party in the public function room of the building in honour of Dylan’s 25th birthday, but the focus shifted dramatically when Archer and Duarte arrived, not-too-discreetly flashing around the gold rings on their hands. The birthday party suddenly turned into a raucous wedding celebration, and nobody complained, least of all Dylan, even when he highlighted his toast and speech of congratulations by solemnly taking out his wallet and handing a fifty-dollar bill to Ricky. Less than six months after Ricky’s life-altering conversation with Daniel, the six twinks were faced with the need to leave Twink Heaven. In truth, it had become more of a twink hell in recent months, but the name somehow had stuck. However, their sublet was expiring, and the owner had made it known that he was coming back at the end of the next month. They would all have to leave. Ricky and Dylan immediately decided that it was time to launch out and find a place of their own. They’d have to scrimp and save, but they could manage it on their two incomes. Before long, they’d found a small but adequate apartment some distance off the main strip, with a small second bedroom for those nights when one of them brought someone home with him. Duarte had already moved in with Archer full time, of course. Leo and Ryan had also found a place, largely thanks to the income from their successful online fitness business, and Terry was left to fend for himself. At least, that’s how it looked to Terry. In reality the other five were making a determined effort to get clear away from Terry before he dragged all of them down with him. It was difficult for each of the guys. The years together in Twink Heaven had conditioned them all to think of themselves, and indeed to become, a family. They were far from being the first family that ever had to cut loose from a family member who was making all the wrong choices for all the wrong reasons. But it was still painful. And the results were predictable: when it was time to leave, Terry moved in with Stewart. But then, abruptly, Terry’s life turned into a miserable mess. He turned up one Friday night at Shooting Stars, finding Ricky and Dylan there, and spilled out his sad story. His swanky life had come to a sudden abrupt end when Stewart’s demands got too sickening for him to stomach. He had at least refused Stewart’s attempt to get him involved in making more violent porn slasher films, but then Stewart had dumped him. Almost literally so: they’d gone out to a club, and Stewart had gotten the driver to stop outside the condo building where Twink Heaven had been. Then he had physically shoved Terry out the door and told the driver to “just drive away and leave the trash on the curb where it belongs.” Terry was plainly hoping for some help from his friends, but Ricky and Dylan knew that they couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to put him up – their new apartment was compact enough to feel like a dog kennel after the luxury of space in Twink Heaven. Ricky gently explained that to Terry, hating himself every step of the way for having to do it. With no other cards left to play, Terry had to move into the same hostel from which he had once helped Ricky to escape and go back to work in the same café where he and Ricky had first met. In less than a week, though, things began to look up. Terry, working an afternoon shift at the café’s bar, found himself being chatted up by a man he’d never met before. Paul was a tall, lean man in excellent shape with prematurely grey hair. After taking early retirement from the navy, he’d settled in WeHo. He couldn’t have said what it was that drew him to Terry, but plainly there was some sort of subconscious electricity as Terry was also and instantly attracted to him. Within a few weeks, they were living together in Paul’s condo. When Ricky met Paul, he found this man to be just the sort of kind, steady older man Terry needed to help him settle down from the many disruptions of his life. But he was saddened to find that Paul seemed to be completely oblivious to Terry’s biggest problem. During his time with Stewart, Terry had become addicted to various recreational drugs, and loved to play mix and match with them – and then spice up the entire cocktail with hefty doses of alcohol as well. There was not much point trying to explain all of this to Paul who was plainly well and truly in love with his new boy, and unaware of the significance of Terry’s wild mood swings and bouts of unending energy followed by the nearly catatonic collapse which always came afterwards. Even when Terry would spend an entire Saturday sleeping on and on in what was effectively a state of blackout, Paul didn’t seem to register that it might be a problem. Being the man he was, Ricky fretted endlessly about this situation involving his very first friend on the west coast, but he couldn’t see any course of action clear in front of him. He’d even tried talking to some of his older friends. Daniel had been the first one he’d headed for because of sharing a history with Stewart. All Daniel could do, though, was to shake his head sadly as he confirmed that, like Ricky, he hadn’t fallen for Stewart’s free and easy party drug lifestyle which Terry had gotten sucked into. Ricky wished Paul nothing but the best, but he feared that Paul’s relationship with Terry was going to crash into a disastrous ending. And while he wanted so desperately to help Terry out of the hole he’d fallen into, Ricky knew only too well that you could only help people to change if they wanted to change. Terry seemed to lack the will to go down a different road from the one he was now walking. One night, Ricky got a phone call which shoved Terry’s problems forcibly to the very back of his mind and left them there for a long time. “Hello.” “Mr. Richard Manningtree?” “Yes.” “This is the Mercy Hospital Emergency Department in West Hollywood.” “What’s happened?” “A Mr. Dylan Carroll has just been brought in by ambulance. He had your name and number in his wallet as a contact person. Are you a relative?” “What happened to him?” “Are you a relative, Mr. Manningtree?” “No.” “Are you his partner?” Ricky by now was nearly frantic. “What has happened to Dylan!!??” “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t give out any information except to next of kin.” Ricky cut the call in frustration, and rapidly booked an Uber. Twenty minutes later he arrived at the hospital. “Can somebody please, please, tell me what has happened?” “I’m sorry, sir,…” “I know, you’re not allowed. But please listen to me very carefully for the next 45 seconds.” Ricky was struggling to keep his panic and its partner, anger, on a leash. “Dylan is my best friend. I know nothing of where he comes from, or where his family is located. All I know is what he’s told me, which is this: when his family found out he was gay, they threw him out of the house and told him never to come back. And when I say they ‘threw him out,’ I mean that his father threatened to blow his head off with a shotgun if he ever showed his perverted, asswipe face in their home again, and his mother said she would then take a kitchen knife and cut his cock and balls off. Now: perhaps you can understand why he has broken all connection with his birth family for good.” “Sir, yes, I can understand that very well, but right now he’s unconscious….” “Thank you for letting at least one detail slip.” “…so we need to trace his legal relatives in some other way.” At this point, Ricky’s imminent explosion was forestalled by the timely arrival of a police officer. “Excuse me, I’m Sergeant Stanmore, and I need to speak to Dr. Gorrie. About the sexual assault case he reported to us.” Ricky felt his heart drop right down into his shoes. The receptionist paged Dr. Gorrie, and after the PA cut off, Ricky gamely returned to the attack. “He’s my roommate, my best friend. Isn’t there anything else you can tell me? Anything? Like should I wait for him to help him get home or what?” Just as the receptionist was about to launch into the seventeenth reiteration of “Sir, I’m sorry…”, the officer turned to Ricky. “Are you asking about the sexual assault victim?” “If that’s Dylan Carroll you’re talking about, yes, I am.” “Come with me, please. We need to talk.” Ricky had just given the officer some particulars about Dylan’s life and had begun answering some basic questions about himself and where he came in, when Dr. Gorrie arrived. Sergeant Stanmore turned to greet him, and then said to Ricky, “Hang on right here, I’ll be back to see you as soon as I can.” Ricky thought that Stanmore showed a damned sight more compassion than the mechanical wind-up toys of the “Sir, I’m sorry” brigade. Fifteen minutes later, Stanmore returned and said to Ricky, “He’s going to be here for several days at least. Would you like a lift home?” “But can you….” Ricky stopped dead as Stanmore held up an authoritative hand. “Home first – then I’ll tell you what I know.” The last words were mouthed semi-silently. It was a silent ride in the cruiser, but at least Stanmore let Ricky sit up front, which calmed his nerves by about two percent. Once they were in the apartment, he sat down across from Ricky and gave him a brief explanation. “Your friend has been sexually assaulted – viciously assaulted – by three men. He’d just recovered consciousness and I was able to ask him a few questions. The three of them all raped him and then – well, he said they ‘fisted’ him. Forcefully. I don’t know for certain what that means.” “I do,” Ricky said, in a voice devoid of emotion. “Well, I can guess. Dr. Gorrie told me his anus was ripped up and bleeding heavily. He’ll have to go through surgery. They’re preparing him for the OR now.” “Oh, my God.” Ricky dropped his head into his hands in shock. Dr. Gorrie also told me there’s grave danger of further infection, due to the nature of the injuries. He’s going to keep me informed. Of course, we need to locate and charge the three men who attacked Dylan. He was able to give me one name. He said he recognized one of the assailants and identified him as ‘Dario.’ Does that name mean anything to you?” “It certainly does,” Ricky said bitterly. “It’s not the first time Dario has assaulted Dylan.” “Can you give me any other details?” “About Dario’s identity, no. But I can tell you exactly who will know.” With that, he opened his phone and read out the full name and phone number of Steven, the host of the daddy parties. “He’ll know.” “And you can’t give me any details of Dylan’s family?” “I don’t know anything there – and I wouldn’t tell you if I did. His own mother and father have threatened to castrate him and murder him for being gay. I think that’s a good enough reason to keep them out of the picture entirely.” Stanmore looked shaken by that. “I don’t blame you at all. Thank you for your help.” “Thanks for telling me all of that, Sergeant. I was at wits’ end, trying to get around the hospital rules and find out anything.” “I can imagine. And I probably shouldn’t have let you know so much, but I could see how distressed you were. I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” They shook hands on that, and Stanmore left. Ricky sat down and wept. The story was all over the media the next day, but the victim was unidentified “pending notification of next of kin.” Having Dylan unnamed felt to Ricky like the final step of dehumanizing and demeaning him which the rapists had begun. Some guardian angel must have secretly pushed a few buttons in the hospital’s computer system. In three days, Ricky got a phone call notifying him that Dylan had been moved from the ICU to a ward bed and could now have visitors. At the start of visitors’ hours, Ricky was right there, ready to go in and hear – well, it was sure to be a horror story. He walked into the quad room. Mercifully, all the other three beds were empty for the moment. Dylan’s face lit up right away, the smile contrasting oddly with all the tear tracks down his cheeks. “Ricky! Thank God!” “How are you doing, Dyl?” “Worse than you can imagine, probably.” “Please tell me. All the hospital staff can say to me is “Sir, I’m sorry…” because we aren’t family relatives.” “I’ll show you.” Dylan pulled off the sheets and hauled up one side of his hospital gown. Ricky stared, uncomprehending. “Shit, Dylan, what is that thing?” “That’s right. Shit is exactly what it is.” “Say what?” “Ricky, it’s a colostomy. My hole was so badly trashed that the surgeon had to sew it shut for good. Now, I go through the rest of my life with my guts draining into this bag and have to change it several times a day.” Ricky had to struggle with a wave of nausea. “Fuck, man….” “Well, now, that’s just what nobody will ever be able to do to me again.” “Dylan, how the hell can you joke about it?” “Because the jokes are the only thing keeping me from killing myself. I could never have imagined how completely violated I felt, what a useless piece of trash those thugs made me feel like. Did you know? They’d jumped me on the street, dragged me into a storage building, locked the door, and stuffed a dirty jock into my mouth before tearing my clothes off. They raped me first, all three of them, and then they all fisted me. When they were fisting me, they were slamming their hands in and out, fast and hard. One of the guys had a big ring on his hand with a lot of hard-cut edges. I could feel it ripping my hole into shreds until the pain got so bad I passed out. Someone found me lying in an alleyway, unconscious and bleeding hard, and called an ambulance.” Ricky ran to the bathroom and vomited his guts out. For the next week, Ricky spent every minute of visitor’s hours at the hospital, sitting with Dylan. It was hard to find other things to talk about, with the knowledge of what had been done to his friend hanging over him, but he did his best. Dylan really needed any distraction he could get, and Ricky dredged up all kinds of great little bits of community trivia and gossip to share with him. The only good news, if you could call it that, was hearing from Stanmore that all three of the rapists had been arrested and charged and were being held since none of them could make bail. Ricky smiled grimly at the thought that none of those three vicious creeps would ever get any responsible member of the gay community to act as surety for them. He was normally a kind and caring man, but that crew could rot in jail forever and it wouldn’t upset him one bit. After his second visit to the hospital, he sent a text to Duarte, Terry, Leo, and Ryan, telling them that he needed to see all of them and please meet him at Shooting Stars at 6:30 – he knew that this was after Terry’s shift at the café ended and before Ryan went on duty in the bar. When they were all assembled around a table, Ricky told them in brief what had happened. Terry stared, wide-eyed in shock, but to Ricky’s dismay, Leo and Ryan immediately hooted with laughter and started cracking inane jokes about the colostomy. Terry snapped at them. “I ought to give both of you idiots a good slap upside the head. It’s not funny! In case you aren’t aware, this colostomy is a lifetime sentence. Dylan has to wear that bag and get reminded of this horror show every time he has to change it, multiple times a day for every single day from now until the day he dies.” Ryan and Leo immediately shut up. Ryan started to apologize but Ricky got up and walked from them away without a word, leaving his drink on the table, untasted. Terry snarled at Leo and Ryan, “I hope you guys are really proud of yourselves now.” As he headed for the exit, Steve and Jim leaped up from another table and intercepted him. “Ricky, what’s wrong?” “I can’t talk about it right now. Can I tell you another time?” “Just one question. Was Dylan the one who….” Steve couldn’t finish the sentence. “Yes.” Ricky kept walking. Steve stared at his receding back, appalled. In another week, Dylan was well enough to be brought home. Ricky had already been looking around for some assistance to pay the hospital bill, which would be well beyond their means. But when they came to check out, he found that another guardian angel had paid the entire shot that morning. This time, Ricky could hazard a guess. He was sure that Alan, in his understated but thoughtful manner, had kept watching out for both of them, even after the way Ricky had left. Getting Dylan home was the easy part. Then there came the visit from the home care nurse, an ultra-efficient type, snapping out marching orders for the care and maintenance of the stoma like a military officer. After that, though, Ricky was left alone to cope with the invisible but much more severe damage. His vital, funny, endlessly energetic best friend was a broken man. After another week, both of them went back to work. Dylan was now employed in the corporate office of the holding company which owned Shooting Stars and Shell Games (and a half-dozen other hospitality businesses in and around WeHo). Returning to the office forced him to take on the unenviable job of explaining to his boss the little problem which would force him to leave his work station for a while from time to time. But he’d underestimated his boss, who promptly locked the door of the office, then pulled his shirt up to show Dylan his own bag, the result of a youthful colon cancer attack. From then on, his boss, Jamie Li, became a key support point for Dylan in his struggle to master his new health regime. Dylan was able to function well enough at work, keeping abreast of the needs of the moment with much of his old flair. He achieved that at the cost of losing it each night at home. He sat and stared for long hours at the walls, plainly struggling so that he wouldn’t break down completely. Ricky wanted to help but couldn’t – not in the way that was his usual instinctive response. The very first day back from the hospital, he’d found Dylan crying, sat down with him, and tried to hug him. Dylan had twisted violently away from him, shrieking, “NO!!! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!!!” Ricky had recoiled in shock. Dylan’s trauma plainly ran deep. As the days drifted into weeks, Ricky cast about for some means of finding the money to access professional help. He spoke to Dr. Magnus on the phone and got an instant assurance that space would be cleared in the doctor’s schedule to help Dylan in his struggle. Dr. Magnus, though, had to warn him that this was going to be a prolonged process, given the terrifying and life-altering consequences of the attack. Once again, the cost was far out of their reach. Ricky had sworn he wasn’t going to lean on Alan any more, but finally and reluctantly realized he was going to have to go there. He texted Alan, Can we meet for a drink after work this week? The immediate reply: Tonight, Shooting Stars, 6pm. At 5:45, Ricky was already in the bar, waiting, with a drink in front of him. Alan arrived right on the dot, as Ricky had known he would, got a glass of wine from the bar, and sat down opposite Ricky with a classic compassionate Alan expression on his face. And he went straight to the point. “Ricky, is this about Dylan?” “How did you know?” “Ricky, everyone’s been yammering away about the attack nonstop ever since it happened. But how did I know it was Dylan? Steve Rotherham told me. He knew that I would want to know, that I would care.” “Alan, Dylan’s a complete mess. Seems to be coping okay at work, but at home he’s a disaster area. He can’t stand to be touched or hugged or anything because of the trauma. I’m worried he might become suicidal.” “”Would you blame him?” “Of course not. But I’m a little bit selfish here. I don’t want to go to my best friend’s funeral.” “None of us want that.” “So, here’s the thing. I’ve found a therapist who has space available and can take the case. I’ve talked to Dylan and he’s more than willing to give it a shot. But the fees….” He shook his head, sadly. “It’s far beyond us.” “Done, Ricky. Don’t worry about it. Just give me the name and number of the therapist. I’ll call the office and have them bill me.” Ricky burst into tears, and Alan immediately got up, came around the table, and hugged him. “Ricky, don’t act so surprised.” “It’s just… after the way I left… but you paid for the hospital… and you’re still willing to help?” “Ricky, it’s only money. And by the way, I didn’t pay for the hospital but I know who did – and before you ask, I promised not to tell. Dylan has so much to offer the world, it’d be another crime to let all that potential go to waste. Anything that can help him to deal with this crisis is an investment in the future, and that’s my specialty.” “Thank you, Alan. Thank you.” “And besides, anything that can help Dylan is sure to help you as well, and that’s another great investment in the future. Trust me.” His voice took on a fake-fortune-teller tone as he closed his eyes and raised an admonitory hand into the air. “I see in the all-knowing crystal ball that you will do great things for many people throughout your life.” After that crack, Ricky finally laughed and, with that, so did Alan. “Ah, that’s much better, the real Ricky is back with us!” He gave Ricky another warm hug, and then returned to his seat across the table. For another half an hour, they chatted about this and that, and then Alan tossed back the last of his drink, got up, and said, “Time to go. Just pass me that information as soon as you can – and done.” And then, as Ricky jumped up and hugged him again, “Careful, my boy. Everyone will think you’re back to living with me.” And he sauntered out the door, giving Ricky a jaunty wave and a wink as he left. Ricky sat down again, waved to Ryan and ordered another drink, and then sat in thought. After a few minutes, Steve and Jim came over. “Can we join?” “Sure.” “You’re looking a lot better than the last time I saw you.” Ricky gave them an executive summary of his conversation with Alan, saying several times that he still couldn’t believe it. Steve just chuckled. “That’s Alan. Show him something to do where he can help somebody, especially a member of the gay community, and he’s all over it. You didn’t know that, even after living with him?” Ricky shook his head. “No, I didn’t. He said something along that line once or twice, but I couldn’t make the connection because I didn’t know any actual examples. I really didn’t know that much about him as a person, just what showed up between us.” “Well, then,” Jim threw in, “You’ve learned a life lesson today as well as finding out something important about Alan Bryors. Never judge people only by what they show you.” Ricky nodded thoughtfully. “And, Ricky,” Steve added, “give Dylan some extra hugs from us.” “I wish I could.” “What?” “Steve, Dylan is so traumatized right now that he can’t let anyone at all touch him.” Ricky wasn’t surprised to see tears start flowing in Steve’s eyes, but even the unflappable Jim was getting teary, and that did surprise him. “Well,” Jim said gently, “we can give you the extra hugs because you plainly need them almost as much as he does.” The first half dozen therapy sessions went very well, and Dylan was looking much more like his old self after each of them. Evenings at home were still rocky, but he got an enormous boost right at this time when his boss, Jamie, got a promotion. Dylan applied for Jamie’s management job and got it. That vote of confidence from the company had an immediate and positive impact. Ricky received messages of support from so many friends and colleagues. So did Dylan. They shared them all with each other. The word had gradually spread about Dylan having been the victim of the savage attack, and the WeHo gay community closed ranks, uniting as a family around him and giving all the support they could to aid in his healing. One day Ricky got a call from the receptionist for Dr. Magnus, informing them that another donor, also anonymous, had sponsored a few therapy sessions for Ricky, to help him cope with the emotional fallout from Dylan’s ordeal. That donor plainly knew how dependent on each other Ricky and Dylan had become, and how much of a true couple they were, even though they stoutly insisted that they were still “just friends.” More time. More therapy. More slow emergence of the old, funny, light-hearted Dylan from the shattering trauma of the months past. One night, after dinner, Dylan surprised Ricky by coming and sitting on the sofa right beside him instead of huddling at the far end. “What’s up, Dyl?” “I wanted to hold you. I feel ready now.” Ricky put down his phone and turned slightly towards his friend. Dylan put an arm tentatively across Ricky’s shoulders and slowly drew him closer. Ricky turned more towards him. Dylan put up his other arm, and just like that, they were hugging. Not too closely, but still, it was a hug. Ricky thought hard about all the hugs he had wanted to give, and all the hugs others had wanted to give for months, hoping the energy would pass through to Dylan. Suddenly, though, Dylan snapped clear of Ricky’s arms and retreated. “I… I’m sorry, Ricky… I just… I can’t… not yet.” Ricky could feel his heart breaking inside him. “Dylan, whatever you do and whatever you think, please don’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault. It’s all down to Dario and his two maniac friends.” Dylan smiled sadly. “I knew you would say that if I backed off. That’s so you. But, Ricky, I do blame myself. There’s no logic to it, it’s not reasonable, but I always felt that our friendship, our special relationship, was stronger than any mess life could throw at it – and now I’ve found that, at my end, it’s not. So I blame myself. It’s sweet of you to encourage me this way, but that blame is my feeling right now and I need to let myself feel it in order to get through this. At least, that’s what Dr. Magnus always reminds me – to feel whatever I need to feel.” Ricky thought that over and then said, gently, “Just consider yourself hugged at a safe distance, by me, by the other Twinks from Twink Heaven, by all our friends. We’re all pulling for you.” Dylan smiled again, a little more naturally this time, and they turned back to their usual solitary evening pursuits, Ricky choosing a larger-than-usual book to read so he could hide his tears. It was a long and dreary winter. Rainy, cold, foggy, rarely any sun. Ricky stuck to his guns, to his determination to remain near at hand if Dylan needed or wanted him in any way, but it was a hard resolution to keep when the urge to get out of town and go someplace warm was so overpowering. Spring came slowly, but it did come. The sun was shining again, the plants blooming and growing, and best of all, the temperatures were rising. Both Dylan and Ricky felt their spirits rising right along with the sunlight and the warmth. Life was actually beginning to feel worth living for Dylan again. But then, one night, Ricky got a call from Sergeant Stanmore. It surprised him, but he picked up. “Mr. Manningtree?” “Yes.” “This is Sergeant Stanmore. I need to come and see you. Are you home right now?” “Yes.” “Alone?” “Dylan is here with me.” “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Twenty minutes later, Stanmore was perched stiffly on the most uncomfortable chair in the apartment. “What is it now, Sergeant? Is this something more about Dylan’s case?” “No. The pretrial phase in that case is still underway at the D.A.’s office, and we have no further hand in it.” “Then what? You’re plainly reluctant to come to the point. Please just let us know right away.” Stanmore looked carefully at them both. Then he drew a deep breath. “A man was brought into the hospital ER this morning at about five o’clock. He had a paper in his wallet with both your names and numbers on it, among several others. His name was Terry Westover.” “Sergeant, you said ‘had’ and ‘was’.” Dylan’s voice was detached, flat, toneless. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this. He was pronounced dead on arrival.” Ricky’s face slowly crumbled. His eyes brimmed up, overflowed. Tears poured down his face as he screamed, an outraged cry of gut-wrenching intensity: “NOOOOO!!!” Stanmore stared helplessly at the two of them. But it was Dylan who acted. He slid over on the couch, gritted his teeth with a mixture of fear and determination, hesitated for another long moment, and then slowly put his arms around Ricky. Ricky collapsed into his embrace, sobbing his heart out on Dylan’s shoulder. Dylan ran his hand up Ricky’s back, stroking him gently, but with a detached expression on his face – appearing, as Stanmore thought later to himself, almost like one of those medieval paintings of the Madonna he’d seen in Sunday school, all maternal compassion mingled with detachment from mere worldly concerns. “What happened, Sergeant?” Dylan asked, still in the same detached manner. “He was found in West Hollywood Park. He had died of a drug overdose.” “And you came to us.” “The boys in the station were talking about it, said that they couldn’t locate any next of kin, only his friends. They showed me the list. I recognized your names, and said, ‘I’ll take this one. I’m going to go and tell these guys now.” “Thank you for letting us know. I’d show you out, but….” Dylan gestured with his free hand at his heartbroken friend, who was still crying uncontrollably and clinging to him for dear life. “Not to worry. And I’m sorry to have had to bring you more bad news.” He left. Ricky continued sobbing as Dylan held him close. With his free hand, Dylan began texting to Duarte. He and Archer were off on a NetFree Tours spring hike in the mountains, and out of contact, but Dylan wanted Duarte and Archer to know as soon as they got back to civilization. Then, still holding Ricky lovingly close, he began a message to Alan. Four pairs of eyes stared solemnly at the small oaken casket which held the ashes of the leader of their group, dead at the ripe old age of 26. None of them were weeping now. They had all cried themselves out over the last three nights, crying themselves to sleep, some of them repeatedly waking up from dreams or nightmares to cry again. Next to the casket stood a framed photo. Terry, as they all remembered him – as they wanted to remember him. The bright, blue eyes, the shock of brown hair tumbling over the forehead, the flashing smile which had grown so rare in recent months, the fair skin, the tattoo of a soaring eagle which he’d so proudly displayed on his shoulder. Here he was shown in his element. The picture was taken on Santa Monica Beach and showed Terry leaping up to catch a frisbee, hair flying in the wind, a sunny smile splashed across his face, and that was significant. The beach was always the one place where Terry had felt at home – and at peace. Around them, the soft murmur of voices rose and fell. The room was full of men, all members of the WeHo gay community who had known Terry or had known one or another of his friends in the close-knit little group who had lived together in “Twink Heaven.” Four men stood closer to the front, ready to step forward and offer support to the younger men if it seemed to be needed. Steve and Jim, Daniel and Laszlo, conversed in low tones from time to time. At the back of the room, in a corner, Alan stood in his usual unobtrusive way. Many of the men present would be uncertain later of whether he had been there or not, a usual state of affairs. But he was there, watching closely over the two young guys who had made such a special place for themselves in his heart. These four young men (and the fifth who was absent) were Terry’s true family, his chosen family. Like so many gay men, Terry had been thrown out of his original family’s home, rejected forever by his birth family. Two of the survivors knew where that family lived but had made no effort to contact them. Those people had no place here. This was a time for those who had truly known Terry, who had cared about him and loved him as the man he was. A fifth, somewhat older, man came forward hesitantly to stand at the side of the group. With no word spoken, the four immediately divided and then re-formed into a group of five with Paul in the centre. The arms of the younger men on either side were wrapped around him, holding him close in their shared grief. His eyes were red with the combined effects of sleeplessness and weeping. In spite of the age difference, or maybe because of it, Paul had loved Terry deeply. The youngest of the group, Ricky, stood at one end of the line and stared at the picture and the casket – but his mind was elsewhere. Was it really only six years since this whole chapter of his life had been set in motion? It seemed far longer – nearly half a lifetime, and in some ways it really was that. He had changed so much from the naïve kid he’d been to the uncomfortably experienced man he’d become. On one thing Ricky was absolutely determined. He was not going to let Terry be remembered only as a druggie who overdosed in a park at 3:00 a.m. There was so much more to him than this sad ending – the rough kindness of the older guy who’d taken a wide-eyed kid fresh from the heartland and set him on his feet, the wacky sense of humour that always came out whenever they were having fun on the beach, the leadership that seized the opportunity to sublet that condo and created the family of Twink Heaven. He put his determination into words during a late lunch afterwards with the other three guys and Paul, “I’m going to see Terry’s name engraved on a wall in a place of honour if it’s the last thing I ever do.” “Thank you, Ricky,” Paul responded. “Knowing you, it won’t be the last thing you do – it’ll just be the start of something even bigger and better.” By the time the meal had ended, the beginnings of the plan for something bigger and better were already starting to form in Ricky’s mind.

if you're a Fist Pig like me, Fist Fest (3 are held each year in Augusta GA at a sex resort). is a must (and yes my slutty ass goes to all three) Pig Week: 10 days of sex parties that give new meaning to sexual marathon. Between the daily parties and the private ones my husband arranged or got us invited to, my hole took almost two weeks to finally close up. CLAW: kink and fetish event with piles of sex and lots of education and kink skills workshops (i do several of these) IML: last time i went I never made it out of the host hotel. My legs spent most of their time in the ar. Highlight was the closing party at House of Blues and being up in one of the viewing boxes bent over on the railing and watching the dancers below as two guys took turns fisting my blown out ass Palm Springs Leather Pride: If you stay at a sex resort like CCBC you never want for use any waking moment Folsom Street fair. My penis and ass got lots of exposure and piles of use between the event itself and the parties before and after. I was so used by the end of a CumUnion party the last guy--partner #33 of the event--couldn't feel my rectum walls I was so gaped by that point. So he stuck his hand in me alongside his penis and jerked off inside me. MAL: if you can take January in DC you will now want for sexual use at this piggy event. GayDays Orlando (June). Get super heavy use at that event every time I go. I lived in Orlando when it started and get plenty then. It's a sex well I keep coming back to and am never disappointed. wow! looking at this list I know why my partner counts are so high. Got to love promiscuous living

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early 1980's Maybe I was in grade school or junior high when I first read about "The Gay Cancer" that was infecting gay men in New York and Boston. My first thought that is was caused by just thinking too much about sex with men, but that didn't seem likely. Maybe it was like being around kids with chicken pox...you'd get it by being too close to them. A few years later, I'd read enough to know it came from sex. It wasn't cancer -- it was a virus. That was a relief because I knew from way early on that I was gay. I figured it out after sneaking into my older sister's room and reading her "Seventeen" magazines. Every page absorbed me. "Is it Love Or Just a Crush?", "Best Places For a First Date" and "Does He Want You to Make the First Move?". I wanted to be a girl. I wanted a boy to love me. I also wanted to wear lip gloss. But there was no way I could tell anyone. Not now. Not ever. I didn't know the term "in the closet", but I sure as fuck lived in one. I could never even touch a handsome man. I'd lose a bunch of weight and get those bruise things on my face. The visible signs of the disease would show everyone what I was. 1994 So obviously I'd had a celibate life all through my youth and college years. I'd learned to bury the girlishness deep down. I just studied and thought about the future. My future ended up with a pretty good job. I was hired to do research for a big company in a pretty large city. The details are mundane, but the job allowed me free access to the internet, no filters. It was a nice perk. It wasn't long before I decided to get a computer at home too. Other things had changed. Gays seemed to be everywhere and very visible. Marches, protests and parades...all in the name of equality. I was glad that others were "out" because I doubted I'd ever be able to be. There were also more treatments for AIDS, and there were also articles about possible vaccines. Well, good. Nothing was guaranteed or certain, and I was still afraid of sex and of just being gay. The great thing about computers is that you can access the whole world and nobody can see you. I started snooping around the web looking for pictures of naked men. So much content! I wore my dick out, masturbating to nude guys I'd never meet. I also checked out sites 'of gay interest'. It was on one of those places that I found a link to guys who had a boot fetish...interesting. Men would post pics with captions like 'my size 13 doc martens after I came on them'. Wow. It wasn't long before I got deeper into the fetish culture online. Man, people were into so much stuff I'd never even thought about. There was one link with a warning in red letters: Deathculture.net is distasteful, but it exists. It's like watching a car crash.Not endorsed by this site at all. Enter with caution!! I was reminded of being a very young kid and seeing ads for scary movies where they warned that the film may cause you to die of fright. So of course I followed the link, and found it was a site about 'bug-chasing' and 'gift giving'....AIDS fetish. I couldn't imagine such a thing. Or could I? It was mostly just stories about guys into having unprotected sex. I read every single one. "This is twisted", I thought to myself as I jerked off endlessly. This fetish seeped into my brain and made a home there. This was more exciting than the boot thing. There were 11.000 members from all over the world and the site kept growing. There were photos of guys with plus signs tattooed on their stomachs, sickly guys with lesions and such. And then they started showing personal ads. After a few months, men were bolder and more x-rated with their posts. It was on one of the personal ads that I met 'BBPozLarry'. He lived a hundred miles from me and was a 'top gifter'. I didn't contact him, just looked at the photo of his big boner and read his words over -- and over again. Poz stud will impregnate you. 100% guaranteed results. I have a huge viral load and very high sperm count. Can host or travel for willing neg bottoms What would it hurt to just email him? No. I needed to figure out why I was so intrigued. Had I lost my mind? I needed to think. My college friend Darrel was coming to stay with me a couple of days because I'd arranged a job interview for him with my company. Darrel was a small, bookish guy who had a couple of classes with me over the years. He was scary smart and had a dark sense of humor. He's the one who introduced me to John Waters' movies. He'd recently gotten engaged to a girl who looked almost exactly like him. He arrived early on Saturday and it was so good to see him. "Hey Jonah! Thanks for letting me stay over." He dropped his duffel bag and surprised me with a hug. Weird. We'd never even high-fived before. "Were my directions good?" "Of course. Show me around." "Not much to show, pal. This is the living room/bedroom. The futon folds out. The kitchen and bathroom are off that way." "Hmm. It looks like Pee-Wee's Playhouse in here. It needs a woman's touch." He was right of course. This was obviously not where an adult lived. All I had were electronics, big inflatable dinosaurs and various weird stuff. "No offense. Look -- I am wiped-out from the long trip. Do you mind if I take a quick nap on your couch/futon thing? For, like, an hour?" "No, Go right ahead. I have some work to do on the computer. Need anything?" "Nope. I just..I'm so sleepy." He took off his shoes and was asleep almost immediately. I got online and went through my email. Junk, junk, pics of my sister's ugly kid...and something from an address I didn't recognize. The subject was just "Hi!" How are you, dear? You might know me as BBPozLarry. You've checked out my profile almost forty times and thought I'd contact you since you have not ever left a comment or emailed me. Are you scared, shy or confused? I can tell by the age you claim to be, that you're young and probably not experienced. Your stats are nice, but I need to see a face photo. No way! I was just now trying to figure out my motives...and had no digital photos of myself. Darrel was snoring away as I sat in frozen panic. OK. Deep breath. I wasn't aware that people could even see how many times someone had looked at their profile. So much for being invisible on the computer. I had to think now. The only pic of me (that I knew of) was my corporate pic on the company's website. Ir was taken on my first day when I was in a freakin' suit and tie. Could that work? My only option, I guess. I copied it and tried to edit with Windows. I cropped it so you could only see my face. I darkened it a little too so that it didn't look so industrial. Saved it and sent it in a reply to BBPozLarry: Hi. Thanks for the message. Here is my picture. Sorry for not contacting you sooner, but I'm new at everything. Jonah Done. Can't believe what I'd just done. Now I could take a breath and go back to life. But no. He replied right away. Good Boy! Your quick reply tells me a lot! You are so cute, but look like a teenager. Are you busy now? If not, go to my profile and click on the little blue word balloon. We can chat there. I'll be here for a little bit longer tonight. I have stuff to tell you. OK. My guest had been asleep for an hour now, but I had to do this. I found his profile and started a chat with this stranger with active AIDS cum. Hi. Larry? I had stopped breathing for several minutes. Wow. Are you always on the computer, Jonah? Just saying that you are responsive...which is good. What's up? I'm here with a guest sleeping on my couch. Guest or a date? No. He's a friend from school...very straight. I'm trying to help him land a job here in the city. That's nice of you. You seem like a good guy. I'm not a good guy, 'Good' is overrated. What is the stuff you needed to tell me?? You really want my gift, right? Still chasing? Yeah. I think I do. Think?? Well, think fast because the doctor wants me to start taking a new drug that might lower the amount of virus in my system. I wasn't going to take it, but I'm getting symptoms. It's been a great ride. It's a fun bug to get and a really fun bug to give -- but the fun ends when you're sick every day. So if you still want me to fuck you, we'll need to do it in the next thirty days. Take your time to make sure you still want this, but don't take too long. OK? OK. I will let you know soon. Can you send me another photo of you? I'll try. See you later? Yes. My guest is waking up. Gotta go. Darrel looked a little confused as he sat up. "What time is it?" "Almost five o'clock." "Damn! You shouldn't have let me sleep so long. I'm starving! Is it too early to go eat?" "Just a little, but we can go someplace. What are you in the mood for?" "Just something simple. Burgers?" "Perfect. There's a great bar and grill near work. I can show you the building and then have dinner." I really didn't want to drive just now because my mind was in a thousand places. But we went anyway and ate some great bar food. The place wasn't too crowded at this hour. I ordered a pitcher of beer. Darrel seemed shocked. "I've never seen you drink, Jonah!" "I normally don't, but I've got a lot on my mind." "Like what?" "Heavy stuff. Don't you ever wonder why you are the way you are? Why you do things, think things?" "All the time, buddy. My future wife is an amateur therapist and always to know what's going on in my head." "Okay. Did you ever wonder why certain things scare you?" "Well I'm afraid of getting cancer...I saw my grandpa waste away from lung cancer when I was little." "So let's say that you have that fear of cancer, and then one day you decide to start smoking and spending all day in the sun." "As if was self-destructive?" We had emptied the pitcher and I ordered another. "Yes! You think that's what it is?" "I guess. Another way to look at it would be as if I was daring this thing that had worried me so many years to a challenge.. Taking control." Wow. "That's it, Darrel! Well done!" "What? Why? What's in your head?" I needed to change the subject. "Oh, nothing. What are you gonna wear for the interview on Monday?" "Well...I brought some choices. You said 'dressy casual'. You have an iron, right?" "Yeah. I wore a suit at my interview and it looked odd because the managers were in jeans and t-shirts. One guy had on shorts and flip-flops." We discussed other topics and laughed through old memories...and drank more. Darryl is shorter than me and weighs a good twenty pounds less. The alcohol was hitting him pretty hard. I suggested we leave and get some air. It was a nice October night and the breeze smelled like pure oxygen. It revived him, but he was still very buzzed. He stopped to puke once. "Why aren't you drunk, Jonah?" "I guess I'm full of adrenaline right now." He seemed okay with that answer, and we went back to my apartment. I saw my sleeping computer in the corner, and it almost seemed to vibrate with something otherworldly. It was drawing me to it like a magnet. "Can you unfold your futon thing soon? You don't have to put sheets on or anything...I need to crash." "No. I'll make up the bed proper. Everything is washed and fresh. Need something? Aspirin? Or water?" "I guess....hold on. I need the bathroom real quick." I let him barf as I got everything ready. It was only 9:30, but the night had settled in. I lowered the lights and opened my computer screen. Ten new messages! Darrel wandered back into the room and got undressed without saying a word. He just went to sleep like I was hoping he would. I checked the email...junk, junk and then a long stream of messages from BBPoZLarry. 1. Hi Kid! I'm still trying to get you a photo. I'll be on the site to chat if you're home. 2. (picture of him in swim trunks on a beach somewhere) He was a big guy, a little plain maybe. Some body hair and a hefty build. 3. (picture of his face) It seemed like a Christmas photo taken by a relative. He was older than I expected, but still nice-looking. 4. (picture of his thick, soft dick that I'd already seen in his profile) 5. (indistinct porn-looking pic that seemed to be two guys fucking) 6. "Sorry that I can't get you more. I'm not that far away *hint, hint* 7. I guess you're still out with your guest. 8. I want to jack off so bad, but I'm saving the load for you. Hurry and make up your mind! So I did. I decided I wanted this to happen. It was the challenge I wanted. It couldn't happen now because I had company. I wanted him to fuck all my fears away right now, bui I'd wait and get no sleep for many nights, with a boner. I found his profile on the site and clicked the chat link so fast, I thought I'd broke my mouse. Larry? You still here? I just now got home. Hey! It's early for a Saturday night. Bad time or did you just want to rush home and talk to me? lol Not a bad time, really. I got him drunk and he's passed out now. I'm so glad to tell you that I want you to fuck me raw. I'm sure now. Yeah! I wanted to hear that. What made you decide? I want to conquer a fear I've had for so long...a fear of AIDS, sex and being gay. Good Boy! But there's a little more to it, you see? I'm still trying to figure it out. Letting a poz guy fuck you is a high...it's the ultimate sex act for a submissive man (which I think you are). If you allow me to cum inside you, you will remember it forever. Makes sense. I want to do this. When? Next weekend? Does that work for you? Perfect. I'm as viral as hell right now. Want to meet me here or where you are? I'll come to you. Just send me directions and I'll be there at whatever time works best for you. Early! I won't be jacking off and will need relief as soon as possible. Come Friday night if you can. Will do! I can't wait! Cool. I'll call you with directions if you give me your number. I did. I spent Sunday showing Darrel around the city. On Monday morning, I took him to work with me. The interview process was a grueling all-day event. You spent 45 minutes talking to eight different managers around the company. He was nervous, but I knew he'd do well. He was made for this place. Of course Darrel shined and got a job. He had sixty days to move and be ready to start. After he left, I just stayed home every evening. Larry called almost every night and we talked about our lives and histories. His voice was deep and somewhat 'rural'. So much went unspoken, though. We were both planning on the meet-up, but not really discussing anything. He did demand I not cum until Friday night. Friday was approaching fast. For lack of anything else to time, I got a haircut and picked out some new clothes. What in the world do you wear to go get pozzed? I was so antsy. By Friday night, I doubt I'd slept more than an hour at a time. I needed to chill. So bad. That Friday after work, I was a frazzled mess...all nerve endings. I kept having to remind myself why I was doing this. Why it mattered. I told Larry that I'd leave no later than 8 PM. It was 6:10 and I just had to go now. A hundred miles goes by fast when you are thinking of so much. I should have paid attention to every detail of the trip. But I was already in his town...his biggish small town. I messed up the directions a little and circled around until I found his little street. And the address. It was a tidy little ranch house with a nice-sized front yard that been raked recently. It suddenly occurred to me that Larry might be as nervous as I was. But how? He had all the ace cards. The sun was setting fast. What should I do? Wait? Honk? I was frozen. I sat in my car and tried to breathe. I thought about how easily I could just go back home just as the porch light went on. Big ol' Larry walked out on the porch, wearing only a white bathrobe. He was taller and heavier than I had thought. The light caught his bright grin. "Jonah? Wow...you're early. That's a good sign! I just got out of the shower." I suddenly felt very shy. "Yeah. I know. I didn't know how long the trip would take. If you need more time, I can stay in the car or drive around a little while." "What? Does that make any sense?? Get in here now!" I remembered grabbing my keys but not locking the door. I suppose I had "no protection" on my mind just then. I prayed my legs would work...that I wouldn't screw this up. His front room was neat and 'mature' -- not like the goofball kid place I lived in. It smelled like candles in there. "Nice place, Larry." "Thanks. Make yourself at home, Jonah. You look very nice tonight....I had a whole outfit ready too, but you got here so fast. Not complaining. Want some wine? I bought it special for us, for tonight." "Sure." "Great. Settle in on the couch and relax. Take your shoes off." He brought back two very full glasses of red wine which I never even tried before. It was a little sour, but smelled nice. "Thanks. I'm sorry again for getting here so early." "No. Don't apologize again. I told you already that your eagerness is pleasing to me. I'm eager too! Don't be mad, but I have to ask this: You ARE over 18, eight?" "Oh yeah. I turned 24 this past April." "Excellent. Want to watch TV? I don't have cable, but I've got some movies on tape." "Whatever you want." He pressed his remote and immediately some porn was on the screen. Gay porn. There were two guys sixty-nining each other on a gym mat. "This is old. The newer ones have condoms in them, and I'm not down with that." "Wow." It killed me that I didn't have more to say. Everything seemed to be in motion. Larry had opened his robe fully, and was stroking his large, pale boner. I had no idea it would look that big when erect. I could feel its heat, could almost hear his heart throb through the giant vein on top of the shaft. "You can look at if you want." Oh I did. I almost said 'wow' again. Think. "It's beautiful, Larry. All of you is." "Thanks, man. Want to touch it?" My hand was already reaching before he asked. I cupped his egg-sized right ball, remembering what he'd said about building up a big load for me. "Want to kiss it? I bet you do." He was right. I bent down and brushed my lips across the head of his aching dick. He pushed me away. "No more until you get naked." Some guy in the movie was just saying 'fuck' over and over again. I took off everything as instructed. I felt stupid, but I wanted to suck on that huge cock. Maybe he'd shoot that saved cum in my mouth.... "You follow directions very well, Jonah. Kiss it just a little more, but I'm already about to shoot. A few more times in your mouth and then we're going to the bedroom." OK. I savored those last couple of kisses to that enormous head. He made me stop and pulled me off the couch. "Let's get you what you need, Kid." His bedroom was dark and I just followed as his big hand grabbed my wrist and flopped me on the soft bed. "I'm going to turn the hall light on so I can see your face when I change you forever." "Yeah. Keep saying stuff like that...." "I'm a talker during sex. Get ready. Try to relax. I've got some cream that will numb your ass a little." "No. No drugs. I want to remember this...every sensation." "Typical virgin. You have no idea what you're in for. OK, but I use this as lube...so you'll get some effect from it. Trust me -- you'll be thankful for it." "Just keep talking...and I'll be fine." He pressed his massive body down on top of me, and put my ankles over his shoulders. I remembered his need and his virus. The tip of dick teased my ass hole. "I'm about to give you the best sex in your life....relax. I seldom start slow, but you're special. Here's just the head." I felt like a knife was slicing me open. Holy Hell! "No! Let's stop for now. Please!" "I'm going in until my balls touch your ass. Hold your breath. " He plunged in so fast that my breathing stopped. I yelled loudly. "The worst is over now. I've ripped you apart inside and my cum will directly into you bloody ass. Enjoy it as much as you can....try." I did. I'd gone to him willingly. The idea of him getting me pregnant was almost enough to help me fight this pain. His heavy balls slapped my bare butt...over and over. He held still for a second and grabbed my chin in his hand. "Yeah...you're loosening up for me, babe. You like it now?" My whole being was melting rapidly. "answer me!" "I love it. Seed me. Give me AIDS!" He grabbed my face with more force and started pumping with more intensity. "Not giving you AIDS, baby. Just the starter kit. Look at me! Look into my eyes!" His gaze was so intense as he made one final push. It had happened. His built-up sperm load was now a part of me now. Larry was breathing heavy and sweating. "We did it!!!" "Thank you. What time is it?" "Not even 10 yet. Why?" I needed time alone. I needed to be in my own bed and just not be here now. "You are great, Larry. I enjoyed tonight, but I should go. I have so much to do tomorrow." "That disappoints me, Jonah. I was hoping you'd stay the whole weekend. But okay. Let's go into the living room and you can put your clothes on. Can you walk?" I thought I probably could. The core of my being was shredded, but I'd survived. I felt weakened, and I knew there was blood and cum dripping down my legs. No problem...I'd just take a long, hot bath when I got home. Isn't it funny how a sex fantasy comes true and all you want is to be done with it? I'd call Larry tomorrow. I wanted to see him again. "Give me a second. I think I bled on your sheets." "I already knew that. Come out here...I need your help with something." Huh? I was no help to anyone right now. I walked into the front room and saw the naked big man standing over my discarded shoes and clothes. "I have a back spasm. Can you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of wine? That seems to help most times." "Sorry. I'll get it." I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with wine. Then I heard a sound that sounded like a wet slap. I walked in to see Larry pissing all over my clothes. WHAT?? What the hell?!!! "Oops. Your clothes are stinking and wet now. I'll try to laundry tomorrow. Guess you have to spend the night." His big limp dick let a few more drops fall as I stared in disbelief. I grinned at Larry and shrugged my shoulders. We did so much that weekend...things I'd only heard of. I was completed by this man. The man who gifted me.

newTumblr.com closed down without notice in 2023 - and sent all the users scrambling to find new places to post/share porn .. a lot of them went to reblogme.com .. and some also went to bdsmlr.com .. reblogme.com reminds me of tumblr "before the fall" ..

The only thing you don't have a choice with when it comes to sex is who you WANT to have sex with. We can't control who we find attractive and have no control at all over who reciprocates. Everything else is choice. That can be influenced or, in the worst cases, forced. So rubbering up, asking guys to cover up, or not is just that. Whether its with someone you know or someone you just met there's always options.

Steve Tuck, HDK

My favorite kind of cock is the one that’s in my mouth shooting a load. But if I had to pick, I’d choose uncut over cut, but would never say no to a hot cock.

I had that issue too. I decided to risk it (feeling I could probably trust the provider). After poking around a bit more, it turns out that while they do require a real cell number, they don't require you to publish it (or any other information). So you can use it anonymously to any of the people you're chatting with, if you want to. I also discovered that if you allow it to access your contacts, it's rather convenient, as quite a lot of your old friends may be using it. I wound up getting in touch with someone I haven't seen in decades this way, so it turned out to be a real bonus. It's easy to forget that while online chat services are great for nasty sexy talk, they're also handy for catching up with old friends, discussing their coming out as non-binary, planning board game and disc golf sessions, shaming one another into going to the gym... well, you get the idea.

What is the general date for each of these? "So he stuck his hand in me alongside his penis and jerked off inside me. " Love being a Jack-in-the-Box recipient!

Absolutely love this!

If you're not ready to be pozzed and you're considering going on PrEP, now's the time to do it (i.e. before you start offering your arse).

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.

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!

I went to my favorite bathhouse and got a room right next to the gloryhole maze room. As I was getting into my room a handsome hairy bear came up to me and we started fondling each others cocks, I told him I was a bottom and he said good cause he’s a top and he loves a sloppy hole. So I set out to get my ass loaded after cleaning out in the bathroom. I stopped at the room of an older play buddy, he loves to lick my balls while he masterbates and talks dirty, he quickly came and I scooped up his jizz and fingered it into my ass. Went to one of the big play rooms and saw 2 guys stroking their cocks, bent down and started sucking a nice looking 7 incher and he said he was getting close so I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he said yes. I turned around and sat on his cock and started riding him, another cute Asian came up so I could suck him, didn’t take long and the guy fucking me came hard. I turned around to clean off his cock and the Asian guy stuck his cock up my ass and quickly fucked another load in me so mission accomplished, I now had 2 loads in me. Went back to my room and laid down ass up, soon my hairy bear walked in and asked if I had been loaded and I said yes, he says how about another and lays down on me back and starts fucking his hard 7 inch thick cock in my ass. He fucked me hard and then one last thrust he starts grunting and I could feel him cumming in me, he says thanks and left me to finger his big load in my ass. Not much action after that but I didn’t care.

I love raceplay. Love hearing white bottoms tell me how much they love BBC. Nigga, spic, cracker, chink, I’ve said it all and have had it all said to me. We have our fun, and once we nut we still respect each other afterwards. No harm done.

Been offline for longer than planned. Been spitroasted before Xmas...it was amazing. Told daddy 2 that married fuck buddy from a few years back was coming back to town ( not a lie, just didn't tell him he's been here months and breeding my ass) and I wanted to see him again. Told him the story and I said I wanted to meet up again...if it was OK with him. He's married d+d free and super discreet ...you could both use me ...at the same time if you wanted as it's always been a fantasy of mine. He said yes..hes wanted to try that for years...but never had the chance. We met at daddy2 place after some careful arrangements. I introduced them and took my clothes off ...and got on all fours..

12. “You’re sure you’re alright.” Danny said as he turned to close the back door of his car. “Yeah, no problem.” “Danny, stop fussing. The boy is more than capable of supervising the landscapers for an afternoon. If you don’t get in the car we’re going to be late.” “Ok, ok. We’ll be back tonight.” Danny lent down and gave me another big kiss. Jack laughed and slapped Danny on the ass. “Get in the damn car,” then he kissed me as well. “See you tonight.” “Have fun!” I called as they both got in the car and drove out of the parking lot. They had asked me if I wanted to go to their friend’s wedding in Orlando with them, but in the end we’d decided it might be a little odd with the newness of our relationship. So, I was staying home to “mind the farm” as Jack had said. There wasn’t much to do being a Wednesday. There weren’t any guest, last week’s lot had all checked up the day before, and the next set of weekenders weren’t checking in till later on Thursday. For a few more hours it was just me on the property, till later in the afternoon when the landscapers were coming to tidy up some of the plantings and clean out the pool. I walked back through the property, across the main courtyard and to the outside entrance to my new flat. I’d moved in almost immediately after Danny and Jack asked me to be their boy permanently, not that I had much to move. As soon as I was in the door I dropped the little running shorts I’d had on, and pealed my tank top off over my head. I’d only had them on in case anyone from the street could see into the parking lot. If my attire had been shrinking before it had become almost none existent since moving into the flat. With all of us practically under one roof a jock strap or a pair of tight white briefs had become our standard uniform. I loved seeing Jack and Danny become instantly hard any time I paraded by in my skimpy underwear. More than once one of them had grabbed me as I passed them on my way to do something else, and growling would tear off my underwear and quickly fuck me. It was the perfect arrangement for a boy like me with a voracious appetite for dick. Thinking about them had gotten me hard. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my briefs, and then decided to take those off too. My hard dick sprung up. I stroked myself a few times as I padded into the kitchen in search of some food. I was so constantly horny that I often found myself rubbing my dick absent mindedly while doing other things. I slowly stroked my cock without intention while I peered into the fridge. Nothing in the refrigerator really interested me. I closed the door and padded in bare feet into my bedroom. I sighed and flopped onto the bed, maybe I’d just jerk off really quick. Then I’d find something productive to do with my time, I thought. Before I’d really settled in my eyes landed on the big thick plug Jack had given me after the first time we’d fucked. I’d used it off and on sense, though mostly when I needed cock I just got the real thing. I paused for a moment, and then decided it would be a fun change. I got up and grabbed the plug and some lube. I tossed a towel onto the tiled floor and lubed up the plug. I rubbed some of the liquid on my hole, easily slipping a finger in. I almost never used lube any more except for with toys. My hole was well trained enough that spit was enough for every cock I’d taken. I lined my hole up with the point of the plug and relaxed down. Squatting over it I slowly lowered myself down. I felt my hole opening slowly as the plug widened. It slid in easily, being double penetrated regularly by Jack and Danny had taught my hole to open up quickly. It felt good, my hole spreading around the plastic cone till with a small pop the back slipped past my sphincter. I let out a little groan and my ass cheeks came to rest on the floor. My shoulders shook at little. I felt stuffed. I shifted back and forth on the plug, and then with one hand pulled it out of my hole leaving my ass lips momentarily gaped. I bounced on it a few times on the floor before sitting back down onto the plug. I got up off the floor, and moved my towel over to the coffee table in the living room. Jack and I had discovered a few days prior that the coffee table was not only strong enough to support a human but the perfect dick riding height. I pressed out and let the plug fall from my hole. Over and over I dropped my weight down onto its girthy base and then let it fall out of me. I was sweaty and lost in a piggy daze. It felt so good that I lost all sense of time and the world around me. I was so focused on destroying my own hole that I didn’t notice the first knock at my door. Truthfully, I’m not sure if it was the third or fourth knock that broke me out of my trance. “Shit,” I said and jumped up. The plug fell from my ass with a thud onto the table. I dove across the room to grab my shorts from where I had dropped the by the door and quickly jumped into them. I tried to tuck my dick up into the waist band but it wasn’t much use, my erection was still completely obvious. Not having much other choice at that moment, I decided screw it and opened the door. I found myself face to face with a tousle haired youth who looked to be maybe nineteen. He had a round boyish face, bright eyes, and full lips. His hair messy hair fell every which way, and he had to brush it out of his face constantly. Despite his boyish face he had big broad shoulders sticking out from the straps of a loose-fitting tank top. His skin was tanned a deep golden brown, and climbing up from the low neckline of his tank was a wild explosion of chest hair. My eyes involuntarily flicked down to the crotch of his low slunk shorts imagining the dick hiding in there. “Hi…” he said a little awkwardly. “I’m Eli…” a pause, “the new pool boy… pool guy. They sent me on ahead ‘cause I finished early at the last place.” “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m David. The owners are out today but I’m here to supervise.” I said trying to put on my most professional and mature voice, and hoping that my very “casual” stance was blocking my boner from this guy. His eyes flicked down to my shorts; clearly, I had been unsuccessful. “Nice to,” he grinned, “Nice to meet you. I don’t want to interrupt you, if you can just point me to the pump room you can get back to whatever you were doing.” “Yeah sure, follow me.” I stepped past him heading towards the pool deck. “Jesus,” I heard him say behind me. “Sorry?” When I turned back around his eyes were fixed on something in the apartment. I realized quickly what it was… he’d seen the plug. Thinking it better to play it cool I said, “Everything ok.” “Yeah, um… yeah.” He shook his head as if trying to clear it, and then said looking back into the room, “That’s just a big fucking butt plug.” “I suppose it is…” He’d turned to look at me and had an odd expression on his face. I felt a little uneasy. “Were you riding that when I got here?” He was walking towards me now. “What if I was? You got a problem with that?” “A problem? Fuck no!” He let out a loud burst of laughter. “Fuck, no man… I don’t have a problem with that… I wanna see it.” “What?” “You riding that plug, sounds fucking hot.” I knew the look in his eyes now. It was hunger. It was the same look Jack had when he tore my briefs off me at breakfast that morning. “The other guys won’t be here for a couple of hours, they won’t be able to tell if I started now or a half hour late.” “I see.” “So why don’t you show me how you take that plug.” He was right next to me now. I closed the last few feet between us and wrapped one arm around his waist pulling us together. “On one condition. You show me what you’re hiding in those shorts.” “Easiest deal in the world.” I grabbed him by the tank top and pulled him into my apartment and slammed the door. Without hesitation I dropped my shorts and walked over to the plug. It was still slick with lube and ass juice. I turned to face Eli, who was watching me unblinkingly. I took a deep breath, squatted over the plug, and let the air out slowly as I sank down onto its girth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Your turn,” I replied. I rocked on the plug a little. He grinned and pulled his shirt off. The little tuft of hair I’d seen sticking up from his tank didn’t disappoint. Despite his narrow twinky frame Eli was furry. My mouth watered following the dense swirls of hair down his stomach to the waist of his low slung shorts. He looked at me expectantly. I rose off of the plug, letting it fall from my open hole, and then in one swift motion sat back down on it hard. His grin turned to a hungry gritted smile and he shoved his shorts to the ground. Sprouting out from a dense bush was a wide cock. It wasn’t fully hard yet but every beat of his heart was forcing more blood into the shaft. I watched it swell as I rode my plug. A long vein started to stand out against the taught skin. The mushroom head grew broad and flat, a little drop of precum glinted from the slit. He stroked it, his eyes never leaving mine. I dropped down onto the plug hard, and then on my hands and knees crawled over to him. I grabbed his narrow hips with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other. I didn’t ask, or wait to be told, I just opened my mouth and swallowed him to the base. Eli moaned, and put his hands on the back of my head. He face fucked me slowly for a few minutes, his cock growing to its final state. He was hard as a rock, and just as thick as Jack. His hands traveled down from my head towards my ass. I arched my back, and swallowed his cock to the root. With his balls against my chin I tongues at his shaft, and buried my nose in his pubes. As I did, Eli’s fingers found the base of the plug in my hole and started to play with me. He pressed on the base forcing a few more millimeters into me. I groaned around his cock. Then he grasped the base firmly and pulled. For a few moments my hole resisted, then it gave way and the plug came bursting from my ass. I gasped, almost choking on his cock. He let up a little bit and I gasped for air before diving back down on his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a fucking hungry cock sucker… and damn,” his fingers found my hole again, “your hole is totally blown out. Is that?” He licked the finger that had just been inside me, “Is that cum?” “Mmmhmmm” I hummed, his dick still pressing into my tonsils. “Fuck, so you had an ass full of cum and thought… You know what I need to ride my plug. That’s so fucking hot. And I guess answers my next question.” I let up on his cock, gasped for air and said, “What’s that?” “If you would let me fuck you of if I’d have to be satisfied with your throat?” “I’d be mad if you didn’t fuck me.” He got down on the ground with me, kneeling in front of me. With a rough hand he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a desperate kiss. He wrestled like that for a few minutes, or hands running all over each other. He pulled me tight against him and our dicks pressed together. I felt his cock leaving a slick trail of precum on my stomach as he humped against me. I’d had enough, I pushed my body against him, knocking him back onto the rug. We tumbled together onto the floor. I landed, straddling him, his cock now pressing against my ass. I bent down and kissed him. As our tongues continued to wrestled I ground my ass against his crotch, eventually getting his cock lined up with my hole. After riding my plug it was easy to get his head to catch in my hole, and once it did I sat back slightly and took his whole girthy shaft inside me. Eli moaned into my mouth as I rode him. “Fuck yes,” he said. His dick felt amazing. But what felt even better was being incharge. I had made this happen. I had taken control. I was riding this man. It made me feel powerful and slutty. I had been caught using my hole, and now I was using his dick. I bounced up and down, clamping my ass around his shaft. Eli had both hands behind his head and his eyes closed reveling in my warm guts. He was panting as I milked his cock with my velvety hole. I shifted so my feet were under me and I was bracing against my hands. I started to bounce even higher. The sound of slapping flesh became the only thing I could hear. Then I felt it: his cock pulsed, and his balls tightened. He grabbed me by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I kept riding, slamming down harder and harder on his cock. I felt my own orgasm building. Just as the first shot of cum erupted from his dick, the damn broke and my own orgasm burst forth. Volley after volley of semen rocketed from my bouncing dick and I rammed myself back on his shaft. It spattered all over Eli’s chest. As my orgasm subsided I felt his own orgasm still going strong. Thick ribbons of cum were being launched into my guts. Eli was panting. His whole body seemed to be vibrating and he was covered in sweat. It took what felt like a blissful forever for his orgasm to end. When it did I felt like I had the loads of at least two men inside me. “Shit,” he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “I haven’t gotten off in a few days that felt amazing.” “Damn, that was a massive load.” “You too. Fuck…” “Oh shit! Sorry you’re covered and you have to work.” “Naw its ok. Just can I borrow a towel or something.” “Absolutely.” I got up on shaking legs and got him a towel. He stood up and cleaned himself off. When he had gotten most of the cum off of his chest he walked back over to me and kissed me. “So… next time I’m sent out to service this pool think we can… uh…” “Do it again?” “Yeah!” “Hell yes! And after I tell the owners I’m sure you’ll be back pretty often.” “Tell the owners!” He looked horrified at the idea. “Yeah,” I grinned mysteriously, “who’s cum do you think was in my hole when you fucked me.”

💯 imagine 7 lit cigarettes, smoked down to the tip ,stubbed out first on your left nipple, second bundle on your right. Let's put a cigar up your hole to burn down too, until it singer the lips of your hole, burning itself out, starting the ashtray in your hole

I'll start by saying I'm not a bugchaser and am not turned on by the thought of becoming poz. I am currently Neg + Prep. I've always thought it made sense to assume that every guy I have sex with is poz. It's a bad idea to go down the route of trying to work out someone's status, either based on what they say (everyone lies about something) or my rapid assessment of their demographic: far too many people have been badly burned doing that. So, when I used condoms, I used them with everyone except for a few poor choices and slip ups. Now that I'm on Prep, I don't ask status: it wouldn't change what I do. When I first started on Prep, I took some time to think to myself about how this was going to change my behaviour. Would I let guys come in my ass? What about guys I knew to be Poz? I became comfortable with the idea quite quickly, and actually let a Poz + undetectable guy come inside me shortly after starting Prep (it wasnt entirely planned because I'm more of a top and only bottomed on the spur of the moment, but what happened didn't bother me). Reading the posts in this thread has been interesting because it helps me understand the 'chaser mentality'. I'm particularly interested in the fact that some guys enjoy the thought of being poz or the thought of fucking poz guys because it makes them feel sexually free and liberated. For me, I get the same feeling: but from being on prep. It's a miracle drug that has freed me to have the sex I want while staying HIV-neg). I'm happy to fuck poz guys but don't actively prefer them. The only thing that puts me off is seeing profiles which talk about trying to accumulate strains of HIV or collect STDs. There are quite a few here, though not really on other sites and apps I'm on. I'm not sure I'd fuck someone like that, I'd prefer someone who tries to look after their health, as I think most Poz guys do.

24 year old ex-college athlete looking to take some raw loads and pump his seed into a hole or two. Looking for tonight or next week. Cum and dumps, groups, steamworks. HMU for more.

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”