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Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

So there haven't been a lot of new stories lately and it has been a while since I've written one. Sorry my writing and storytelling skills aren't great, but it is what it is. English was always my worst subject in school. So I hope you like it anyway. Booth Meetings By austin_submale I had some time to myself and it is Saturday so I was looking forward to a day at the adult bookstore. As I pulled into the lot I could see there were a fair number of cars there which is good. I pulled into a space towards the back where my car wouldn't be visible from the street just in case. I wandered through the parking, there were a couple of guys hanging around chatting at the underground 'game room' next door, they've got '8-liners' there which are a kind of illegal slot machine that are common since the laws about gambling aren't very enforced around here anymore. I stopped at the counter to pay admission to the booths and the busty blonde lady was working and she smiled knowingly at me. We chatted for a little bit about nothing, both knowing why I am here. After a bit another customer came in so I left her to take care of him while I meandered back to the arcade area. It is dark in there and as usual there were several men loitering in the hallways. I made my way back to where the glory hole booths are and took up a spot along the walls between booths bumping into a few men in the dark and apologizing for not seeing them. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness I caught the glance of a very thin older Hispanic guy of medium height. He motioned me to one of the booths and I went inside with him following. It was one of the glory hole booths and he pointed down at the glory hole so I got on my knees and moved to check it. As I did a very large black dick appeared through the hole so I took it in my mouth. It really filled the hole so I had to work to get it into my mouth even through I am an experienced sucker. As I was working down on it I felt the guy behind me start to pull down my sweat pants. Underneath I was wearing jock underwear to allow easy access to my already cleaned and lubed hole. I felt his finger slide into me then pull out then another finger drawing out a moan from me around the big dick in my mouth and then he worked my prostate a little before the fingers both withdrew and I felt the head of his dick start to press against my hole. He pushed forward, my hole opening up to let the head of his dick enter causing me to moan out a little louder. His cock was very thick so it was stretching me open and hurt just a little. Then he slid all the way inside and the pain all turned to pleasure as he sunk deep inside until I could feel his pubes on my ass and his balls against my taint. He then started to pound me with a steady rhythm while speaking in my ear in Spanish. Mi Espanol es no bueno, but I could make out a few words I understood here and there. Juevos, mi gusto, deliciouso. Yeah, he was getting into it and so was I. It made me suck all the more hard on the dick in my mouth, working it with my best technique. It wasn't long before I felt it start to pulse and the load blasted directly down my throat without me even really tasting it until the cock was withdrawn and the remnants painted my tongue as it slid over. It wasn't long before another dick filled my mouth. I had been hearing the doors to the booths open and close so I suspected there was a line on either side waiting to be serviced. By then the guy pumping me started to increase his pace really hitting my prostate and setting me off. My little load of cum dribbled out of my tiny cock hands free. The spasming in my ass must have triggered his orgasm because the tenor of his voice raised until I heard some words I wasn't expecting... 'positivo leche'. Uh-oh. I know enough to know what that means. I guess it shouldn't surprise me. I figured it would happen sooner or later. As his spasms ended and the last of his poz load was pumped deep inside me he pulled out and as I expected another dick took his place. That continued for several more rounds in both my holes. Each man telling me verbally that I was getting his charged seed, some in English, some in Spanish. One deep voice in a language I didn't recognize but I suspect maybe some kind of creole. I think that one may have been the large black guy I sucked off first but I can't say for sure. Eventually there were no more takers so I got up, pulled my sweat pants back up and started to make my way back up front with cum dripping down my legs. I'm glad I brought a towel to cover the seats in my car. When I got to the counter the lady winked at me and gave me a sly, knowing smile. She told me it looked like I'd had a lot of fun today. I told her that yes, it had been one of my best visits to date, and certainly one that would leave me with the gift of memories I'd treasure forever. She said "I'm positive you will".

For the first two weeks of my return home we chatted almost every day over Scruff. With every passing day he became more discouraged that he wasn’t coming down with the fuck flu. I assured him it doesn’t always take, and thought to myself ‘damn, none of those other guys knocked him up.’ I began to encourage him to get out there and offer his ass to every raw cock he could find. “I only cheat on my boyfriend with you daddy!” was his ongoing reply. “As your master, I order you to cheat, tell me about all your hot encounters.” I replied. “I’m not your slave until you knock me up daddy.” My God his pig headedness was infuriating. “You don’t get to tell daddy, son. You take orders. If you don’t start to follow my instructions I will just have to stop chatting and you won’t meet me in the flesh in the spring.” “No daddy, don’t leave me! Don’t abandon me. Please. Please! Please!!! I need your gift. I need to be your slave. I need you to rescue me from my lame boyfiend. I needed for it to be you who pozes me. It can’t be anyone else” I decided to not contact or respond to him for the next month. There were two or three desperate pleas from him, but I just ignored them. I even considered stopping writing this story knowing he was reading it and my commitment to the story might be misconstrued as a commitment to let him change my mind. Truth is I’ve written many gifting and chasing stories on this site. I did so fully knowing they were strictly fiction. I knew this one was also fiction but the young man didn’t seem to be getting that message. I hadn’t heard from him for a full month. Then I got this message. “Hi daddy! This is your devoted son. I still haven’t got sick and I even went to get tested. It came back negative. I now realize you were not toxic when you bred me. Your biohazard tattoo was a fake. I’m not angry, in fact I’ve loved the hole charade. It was so fucking hot to believe that you were gifting me. It was even fucking hot waiting to convert, anticipating telling my boyfriend how I cheated and got knocked up. You so made me believe I was getting what I needed. Thank you for all of this, and now I know more than ever that I need you to be my master, I need your strain of HIV running in my blood stream. No one else’s will do. I got a taste of the slut you will turn me into. I need more! Thank you daddy” This was followed quickly by; “I need you to know I have not cheated again on my lame boyfriend. I only cheat with you. I dream often of your toxic poz cock blasting in my son ass, ‘painting my guts’ as you often say.” I couldn’t resist and wrote back: “You tell me you haven’t cheated on your boyfriend. Has he been cheating on you? Has he brought those three men you don’t like home for threesomes? Has he had them breed you? Had you watch him breed them? This daddy needs to know.” “I have not had sex with any men without my boyfriend making it happen. I don’t know if he cheats and that is not for me to know. Two of the men from before have been back. They each loaded my ass as my boyfriend watched, He also made me watch him raw fuck them, I still don’t like them! He brought three new men home one night. They were all drunk. He told two of them to rape me, the third was too drunk and slept through my cries and moans. Even though I made a great fuss and fought back I secretly loved such intense sex. It was in stark contrast to my boyfriend’s vanilla excuse for love making. When each of them exploded their cum in my ass I almost felt like I was the one that had raped them. My boyfriend saw how much I enjoyed it and power fucked one of those guys as an act of revenge. He hasn’t touched me for the three weeks since. But he has told me they are coming back this Friday night. I can hardly wait. But I really need your bare poz toxic cock in me, that is all I will be thinking about, all I ever think about when I’m getting fucked or raped. I need your toxic babies in my body, claiming me, owning me.” I responded; “Let me know if they come on Friday night. Tell me every detail.” Saturday morning I received this note; “They came last night. The three men with my boyfriend. They forcefully stripped me naked and tied me to a chair. Then they gagged me. I thought I would choke it was so tight. Then they all stripped and had a bb orgy in front of me. Everyone got raw fucked except my shit head boyfriend. Everyone got bred accept my ass hole boyfriend. Then I was untied and forced to suck the cum out of all of their dripping asses. They thought they were forcing me to swallow all the cum and ass juices. I did a better job of hiding my enjoyment from them and my boyfriend. After the other three left my boyfriend told me what a good boy I had been to watch him get so much enjoyment. He then fucked me harder than ever before, but he was spent and couldn’t cum. That’s when he really surprised me. He loaded me bare assed into his truck. Took me to a cruising woods, tied my arms around a tree and encouraged men to fuck and breed my prone ass. I didn’t see any of them, but six raw cocks pounded my hole and each left a sticky deposit. See daddy, you must come right now and breed me with your toxic babies. You can’t let some stranger knock me up. I only want the gift from you. I need to be your poz son, your poz slave. Then I’ll be happy to take as many other poz strains from stranger as you want. I just need the gift from you first. Please daddy, please.” I wrote right back; “Holy fuck son, that is one of the hottest stories I’ve ever read. Did that really happen? Keep reporting to me like this and I might just go against my principles and go off meds to gift you. That is if one of these strangers your boyfriend is farming your ass out to doesn’t do the job first.” “No daddy!” I could hear his plaintive cry through the letters on my screen. “Don’t let anyone gift me but you. As much as I loved all those men using me I’m scared sick that I might get it from them. Please come and gift me now. I need it to be you. I’m going to confess to my boyfriend that I’m not taking PreP, I’m going to beg him not to do that to me again. Please come save me, breed me, poz me, then you can throw me naked to the dogs I won’t care. But I need to be your poz son first. No one else will do! Please daddy, I’m begging you."

Chapter 5 – Washing up Jake held the boy as the boy started to shiver. Ethan tried to make sense of the gravity of knowing that he had just had sex with a man. No, he was fucked by a man. No, he was hard and shot the biggest load of the week, while he was being fucked by a man. Was he gay now? His body was in shock. He was a cummy mess. He was happy that he didn’t have anything in his ass anymore but felt so empty without one. J: You did great boy. Cherry poppin’ videos are always the hardest for new talent. And your creamy twink body is going to be very popular. Oh dear, you look like a sweaty dirty whore. Can’t have you looking like this all night. It might scare my guests. I tell you what, how about you go take a shower and come back so we can talk. Jake yells out for someone to come into the room. A latino guy just the same body type and height of Ethan walks in the room. This new guy has more muscle on him than Ethan. Not a twink, more of a twunk in his mid 20's. Not quite innocent looking. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. J: Thanks for coming in here Miguel. This is our new friend Ethan. He is a bit sweaty from his first breakthrough performance. Would you be so kind as to help him to the shower and bring him back here? Miguel smirked and turned to Ethan. M: Hey friend, nice to meet you. I’m Miguel and I live here with the boss man. Let me help you out of this scene. Jake disappears from view. Miguel reaches out and unties Ethan’s legs and helps him stand up. They hobble over to a nice bathroom. They look over and see a nice big walk-in shower. Miguel leans Ethan against the wall while he walks in the shower and turns the nob on. The shower shoots on and gets Miguel a big wet. He walks back over the Ethan. Ethan is still floating high. He barely registers Miguel stripping his shirt and dropping his shorts. Miguel is kinda stripping in slow motion. He knows the shower room w loaded with a few cams. He knows the water temperature is regulated to lukewarm and just in case, all the glass of the shower was antifogged. E: Looks like we both need a shower. Haha. Ethan is looking Miguel up and down. Ethan was used to seeing a guy here or there naked in the gym showers and lockerroom but this was different. He was transfixed on this new guy’s body like he had never seen a man naked before. He stared at his chest, his pecks, his quarter sized nipples that looked especially pointy. He followed the chest down to the navel, and further down to his neatly trimmed hairs. This made Ethan reach down to his own area below and felt himself above his dick. Smooth. Smooth because he was a boy and this guy in front of him was obviously a man. Ethan became transfixed on Miguels dick. And just like it knew of his gaze, Miguel’s dick begins to grow and fill out. Miguel smirked and asked the boy if he liked what he was seeing. The boy took to his new position like he was born to it. He walked over to Miguel and reached out for his growing dick. M: Go ahead you know you want to boy. Start acting like the slut you were meant to be. Ethan licked his lips and dropped to his knees. He grabbed the dick with his left hand and leaned forward. His mouth engulfed the brown dick. Halfway at first but it didn’t take long before he was playing with the balls with the right hand. M: oh, fuck yeah, you love my cock in your mouth. Don’t you boy. Relax your throat baby boy. Miguel reached down with his hands and grabbed Ethan by his head. He says to the boy to cover his teeth and begins to fuck his mouth. Not hard and fast but a gentle rhythm. He looks down and the boy and pulls his dick out. M: you have to be careful with those teeth. Close your eyes. **Slap** The boy was not prepared for the hand to his face. Ethan covers the slapped surface with his own hand. E: What did I do? Did I do it wrong? M: No sweet thing. That was just to show you what happens when you graze a dick with your teeth. Better to learn now. Oh and if you bite down on a dick, you will probably have those pretty teeth of yours pulled or punched out. No body wants that right? Like I said, good to learn now. I’m sorry to hurt you. You are so innocent looking. I’ll tell you what, you deserve an apology. Miguel sits on the closed toilet seat reaches under the vanity of the sink and pulls out a loaded pipe. He takes a hit and blows it out. M: Come sit on my lap. I’m gonna shotgun you. Do you know what that is? Yes? Good. Ethan is taking orders like a pro and sits on Miguel’s lap with one of his legs going across Miguels. Ethan feels Miguel’s dick against his thigh. Miguel takes a big hit and then locks lips with Ethan. Blows out. Miguel hits then Ethan blows out. After the third shotgun, Miguel pushes his 2 fingers in Ethan’s mouth, coating his digits with saliva. He reaches between the boy’s legs and pushes the slobbery fingers in the boys new fuck hole. Ethan moans and starts to rock a big on the invading fingers. M: Good little whore. Now get in that shower and lather your body up. Clean yourself up and make yourself like new. Well, as new as you can. I’ll join you in a minute. Ethan got up and walked right into the spraying water. He reached for the bar of soap and did as he was told. He washed up. He was just about done when Miguel walked up behind him and pushes him against the wall. M: Put your hands against the wall and stand with your ass out a bit. Good now spread them legs. A little more. Good. Now beg for it. Beg for my big brown dick, for my sticky white cum, beg for me to impregnate you like the whore you are. E: Fuck me! Fuck me please! I need that big latino cock in my fuckhole. Fill me with your babies! I need it! Miguel got closer to his prey. His dick curved up a bit so it should be no problem at this angle. He smired some lube on his head and looked down at his 7.5 cut snake as it rested at the entrance to this deliciously creamy round ass attached to this boy begging for it. He slowly pushes in and continues until he bottoms out against the boy’s skin. E: oh yes, I love this feeling of feeling full. Mmm, yeah fill me with your babies. Miguel uses his legs to push the boy’s legs apart further; getting him in the optimal position. He then reaches down to the boy’s ear. M: Do you want me to breed you like I bred your girlfriend? Yeah, that’s right, while you were making your video, she was making hers. I’m gonna fuck you harder than I fucked her. You are so much tighter than that loose bitch. And with that, Miguel power fucked the boy in the shower. Moans and occasional “please slow down” and “it hurts a bit” would be uttered. But Miguel did not care. He fucked him for 20 straight minutes. When he was done, he pulled out and rised himself and the boy off. He wrapped a towel around the boy and said great job on his second video of the day. All cleaned up, Miguel walked Ethan over to the sling room but set him down on the bed instead. He said to wait here for further instructions. Miguel pointed out there was porn playing on the screen in front of them. He told him he could watch and play with himself but no cumming was allowed without permission. Ethan was mesmorized by the video on the screen. It was a video just like he had made earlier. Only this time, it was a just legal aged black boy that was passed out and being stripped and then placed in the sling. Ethan was half hard watching the vid but dared not touch himself. Not yet.

I have recently in the past few weeks playing with black tops. Im so turned on when on my back and seeing a black cock enter my white hole! Im finding them more aggressive and verbal which is such a turn on.

Took a bbc load an hour ago,saw him on grindr,told him my doors open,he showed 10 minutes later with no conversation, just comes in and starts pounding my hole,cums inside,slaps my ass and leaves without a word. Wish it was this easy with everyone.

Watching Guys Fuck In The Theater I went to the theater again. Unfortunately today it didn't look very busy but I had some time so I stopped anyway. After chatting up the busty blonde lady who works the counter a lot I paid for theater entry and walked back, listening to the sound of the video as I went down the long hallway. When I got there and my eyes adjusted I noticed there was only one guy, sitting on one of the back couches. He looked really tweaked out and he was taking hits off a glass pipe. I sat down on the couch next to his and pulled off my shoes and pants and started watching the movie. Nothing too exciting, straight porn, but at least it was an anal video and the guys had nice big dicks. As I was stroking the door opened and another guy came in, he was a gaunt, muscular guy with buzz cut hair and just a hint of a belly. He walked right over and sat down next to the guy who was still hitting his pipe. Obviously they knew each other because they started talking and soon the pipe was replaced in the guys mouth by the big fat dick of the other guy. Once the dick was fully hard he turned the guy around on the couch and pulled a bottle of lube and opened a new bottle of popper from his pocket and a took a few big sniffs and then lubed up his dick and slid one, then two fingers into the guy who's ass was raised. He sank his dick in easily, despite it's large size until his belly was on the guys back then he started to saw in and out. He would stop every now and then to take another hit of poppers and the guy being fucked got his lighter and pipe and was taking hits as he was getting pounded. I just watched, jealous of the dicking that the bottom guy was getting. Feeling emboldened by their display I also turned around on the couch with my ass raised, hoping that the top might want to try my hole out. I wasn't sure they had even noticed I was watching, but it wasn't long before the top pulled out and came over and started feeling up my ass. He applied more lube to his fingers and then slid two into my hole. Finding it already lubed and stretched before I got here, he must have been pleased because I felt him swing a knee over me to one side the couch and then the other knee to the other side, lining his dick up with my crack. He slid into me and started pumping with the same vigor he had been giving the other bottom. Shortly after that the other bottom got up and walked out. I figured he was done for the day, maybe he ran out of crystals for his pipe. The top was really pounding me good, causing me to moan out in time with his grunting. Then the other bottom came back in, with several other guys, he must have gone up to the arcade and brought them back. My little cock was tingling with excitement and I could feel my little balls start to pull up. Without me even touching myself I felt cum start to dribble from my not even fully hard dicklette. My ass was clenching and spasming, and it set off the top. He groaned out "Take my hot load you dirty slut!" as I felt his dick throb and jets of his cum being pumped deep inside. He paused for only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and told me "I hope you enjoy that gift!". The other guys that were lined up then took their turns, each one of them seeding me as they told me things like "Take my charged seed you faggot!" "Yessss, yessss" was about all I could get out between my moans. The first guy that fucked me went around behind the couch and presented me with his dick to clean. I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his belly. After I returned him to hardness he went back around behing me, all the other men having taken their turn and this time he slowly fucked me, telling me in my ear how he was going to knock up my ass and how I needed to keep coming back to get more charged loads. I chatted the lady up again on my way out. She gave me the usual smile and told me I looked like I had a good time. She said she wished she could have come back to watch but they were short staffed and she would have to catch the show next time. I knew that wouldn't be long from now.

I'm a verbal top in the sense that I moan and groan a lot, deep guttural grunts and such, but no verbiage other than the occasional "fuck yeah". I get louder as I get ready to cum and the tone of my voice gets louder, higher, and more urgent as I climax. Bottoms seem to like it. I know when I bottom I like a noisy top but not one that has to carry on a conversation or verbalize - keep it primal is my motto. Listening to a line of patter straight out of a porn film breaks me out of the moment.

Hot, hot, hot. Believe it or not, I used to be a skinhead with a skinhead mate who used to breed me very hard. We always played in gear and I've still got my Docs, MA1 jacket and bleachers. It was very hot sex.

Chapter 2 – Kyle’s Turn In Chapter 1, I recount an evening with my buddy Kyle. We partied, then moved on to some solid ass work. While his fist was inside me, Jim walked in. First, he bred my ass, then he fisted it. We’ve now got Kyle in the sling, and he is also sucking my dick. Kyle was able to get my whole cock into his mouth since it had shrunk down from the partying. He knew that some precum would be coming out as his reward for a good blow job. Meanwhile, Jim was just inside Kyle’s hole, working over the entrance to widen it for the fun to come. Jim took his hand out and picked up one of the dildos. Kyle has a great selection of toys, some large and some of a more standard size. Jim selected one on the larger side, but I’ve seen Kyle take much bigger things. Jim lubed up the toy and then used it to tease Kyle. He was running it up and down his ass crack, just lightly brushing over his hole. Each time the toy passed over his hole, I could feel Kyle react by sucking a little harder on my cock. His hole was probably throbbing with the anticipation, too. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum, which Kyle was slurping down his throat. Jim looked at me and said, “Give him some poppers.” Kyle let my dick out of his mouth, and I opened the poppers for him. I held one nostril while he took a short hit, then the other where he took a longer hit. Kyle held the last one in to let it really take effect and took my cock back in his mouth. Jim inserted about half of the toy into Kyle’s ass while he was flying from the poppers. Jim was twisting and rotating the toy inside Kyle, and Kyle was bucking around on the dildo. His ass was working that toy for all it was worth. Meanwhile, Jim was pushing more of the dildo into Kyle with each motion. He got in all the way to the base, and then he started to fuck Kyle’s ass with it. He would pull it almost all the way out before shoving it back in to the base. He was doing a great job of getting Kyle open and ready for anything. Kyle was obviously enjoying the ride and was doing a nice job on my T dick. Jim spent a good bit of time working over Kyle’s ass with the dildo. But they both wanted more. Jim had me reach down and hold the dildo deep inside Kyle’s ass while he lubed up his hands. Kyle knew what was coming and worked even harder on my dick. Jim nodded at me, and I let him take control of the toy. He twisted it around a little bit more and then pulled it almost all the way out before driving it back in to the base. Kyle moaned when the dildo was deep inside him, and my cock shot out a nice load of precum. Jim slowly worked the toy all the way out of Kyle, leaving his hole empty and wanting. In a single push, Jim inserted his hand into Kyle. I looked down at Kyle, still with my cock in his mouth, and could see the intense pleasure reflected in his eyes. Jim twisted his hand around, letting Kyle feel his knuckles graze over his prostate and the walls of his ass. Each time that Jim twisted left or right, he also moved a bit deeper into Kyle’s ass. Soon, he had about half of his lower arm inside Kyle. Jim let his hand rest there for a bit, but I could tell from the flexing of his arm muscles that he was probing Kyle’s ass, getting the deepest areas to open for his hand. Jim’s arm moved deeper into Kyle, having obviously passed an internal barrier. He must have gotten through Kyle’s second hole. I moved back, taking my cock out of Kyle’s mouth, and reached over for the poppers. Once again, I helped Kyle take a few deep hits on the brown bottle. Soon, his eyes glazed over as they hit, and he felt the intense sensations Jim’s hand delivered. Kyle rode the poppers rush as Jim worked over his ass. When the poppers had worn off, Jim began a slow extraction. He twisted and turned as he worked his hand out of Kyle. From the look on Kyle’s face, it was clear that he was enjoying the removal as much as he enjoyed the insertion. When Jim was fully out of Kyle’s ass, he used both hands to massage his hole. He would sometimes dip a hand in just past the knuckles but stayed close to the entrance. Eventually, Jim had four fingers from each hand stretching Kyle’s hole. I moved down to see the effect of this on Kyle’s hole. It was stretched open, showing a lovely pink and fleshy center. I couldn’t resist and stuck my tongue deep into Kyle when Jim had his hole stretched out. The feelings on my tongue were awesome, and I’m sure it felt good to Kyle, too. Then Kyle said to me, “Hey, you’re supposed to be the bottom bitch tonight.” I assured him that I was happy to share the bottom duties but was also happy to be back in the sling for more work on my ass. So, Kyle got out, and I got into the sling. This time, both Kyle and Jim lubed up their hands and they both started to work over my hole.

PERSONALLY, in the way the 'skinhead' is depicted in that one shot of yours, it reminded me of some obscure S & M brotherhood thing I have seen on-line. It seems to involve all the 'inductees' being shaved bare, not just the crotch and ass, but the head too. Whether intended as part of an 'erotic humiliation' or a DE-personifying 'tribal power-bottom marking' or being the designated cum-dumpsters no idea. Some seem to be eventually all pierced and tatted... with BIO-HAZARD tats... all oddly erotic to me. To me the most common form of 'shaving bare', especially of the crotch is part of the 'urban, modified, inked, pierced, cut' sub-culture that I have developed a kink for... However, the European Neo-Nazi skinheads with racist attitudes, visible with their clan gear: denims, leather jackets, DocMartins laced up hundreds of times are a rather disturbing site... like the odd gays adorning themselves with Nazi-flags and swastikas and wearing Nazi uniforms... (I saved pics of that mess too somewhere) basically trivializing the horrors of the NS-regime... those kind of skin-heads (like inductees to 'the camps') that kind of weirdness causes me a serious gag reflex. But then I grew up in that history and that's that. But for the most part (on here) I try to see the personally seriously EROTIC aspects (on this site, as much as possible) and I hope my attached pics come through and make their point. Cause they ALWAYS get ME off!

Fuckin'☣️ink~! Will be back in FTL March 23 to April 02/24. Dungeon room @ Inn Leather FTL, FL No Load refused. Posted on BBRT too. Looking for anonymous, promiscuous, and public...😈🐷

...how you guys feel about skinheads...and gay ones too?

Kyle and I have gotten together regularly for several years. We have lots of mutual likes and have learned what works for each of us. We both like to party and are really into lots of ass work: Rimming, fingering, toys, fists, whatever we can think to safely shove up each other’s holes is fair game. Kyle is 54, about 5’8”, a little chunky. He’s got short brown hair, green eyes, a nice beard, and a hairy body. His cock is about 7.5” with nice low hangers. I’m 53, 6’, and also a little chunky. My hair is blond, my eyes are blue, and I have a hairy body with a nice cock and shaved balls. When we get together, we also get into some gear play. We both have a good collection of jockstraps, harnesses, and some other fun clothing. Kyle has a well-equipped playroom at his house with a sling, couch, bed, massive tv, and a fuck machine. There’s a bathroom and a small kitchenette attached too. One great thing is that the floor is tile with a drain in the center, so cleanup after a session is easy. Kyle invited me over and told me to plan to be there all weekend. We often play over the course of a few days, so this was normal. I don’t need to pack much since we’ll be naked most of the time, but I always throw in a few things to help the party along. This means that I bring some product, toys, poppers, and some gear. This time, I also threw in a long and thick stainless-steel chain. I got to his place around 6:30 on Friday. His playroom is in the basement with an entrance from the outside, so we don’t have to go through the house for anything. I walked in and saw that Kyle had the fuck machine set up at the foot of the sling. He wasn’t using it yet, but he was sitting on the couch, flipping through some porn. Kyle was wearing an orange jockstrap that looked great with his hairy body. His furry ass was well framed by the straps. He also had on an orange harness and some leather armbands. He looked hot in all the gear. I stripped down to my red jockstrap and black leather harness. Kyle had a pipe ready for us. We melted the crystals and took turns blowing clouds. Both of us are ass focused by nature, but the T makes us complete ass pigs. It wasn’t long until we were making out and fondling each other. Kyle said that he had a few emails that he needed to reply to, but he wanted me to get in the sling and have the fuck machine work over my hole. He already had a good-sized dildo attached to the machine, and it only took a few adjustments to get it working into my ass. He took the remote back to the couch and picked up his phone to take care of his emails. The toy was well lubed, and Kyle had rubbed some more lube around my ass before starting it up, so I was getting a nice ride. I’d look over at him, dressed in his gear, fondling his cock and sometimes his hole while he was working on his phone. He was also varying the speed and depth of the machine, giving me a variety of sensations as it filled my ass. I figured that he was talking with someone about joining us. We often invite another guy or two over to play with us and have had some great times. Kyle put down his phone and stopped the machine. He moved it out of the way, leaving my ass empty and needy. Luckily, he knew what I needed. Kyle lubed up his hands and began opening my hole for his hands. He started with a few fingers from each hand, which went in easily, thanks to the toy on the machine. He used his fingers to open my hole in different directions, stretching it out for bigger things. Kyle looked up at me and raised his eyebrows. This was his way of asking if I was ready for more, and I nodded. He started to push on my hole with his hand, and I moved down a bit on the sling to get his big, hairy knuckles past the entrance to my ass. His hand slid past the wrist, and he let it rest there momentarily. Next, he started some exploration of my ass. He moved his hand around inside me, seeking out the passages that he knows so well. Kyle knows how to go deep into my ass, but he was just probing around near the entrance now. The intent was to give me a nice stretch, so he pulled back to let his knuckles work the muscles of my hole. He was twisting and flexing his hand while he expanded my hole to accommodate more and bigger things. I was loving it. I took a couple huffs on the brown bottle next to me. Once the poppers hit, Kyle really went to work on stretching me open. He used his knuckles but then also added some fingers from his other hand. He knows that I open up more when I’m poppered up, so he was going to use that time to really get me open. Kyle worked my hole to open it more and then went in for some depth. Just as I groaned when he hit my second hole, I heard the door open. “Hey, Jim,” said Kyle. I looked over and saw Jim. He looked to be around our age, tall, and with a nice body. He had dark hair, and brown eyes and was clean-shaven. Jim replied, “Hey, I guess this is our bottom for the night, huh?”. Kyle nodded, and I smiled at that. Jim stripped down, showing off a nice smooth body and a cock that looked pretty big. He walked over to the sling and stuck his cock in my mouth. Kyle was back to working my hole, and I now had Jim’s dick getting hard in my mouth. Kyle told Jim where the pipe and torch were, and Jim picked them up and blew a few clouds. He leaned down and shared some with me, too. His cock had grown to a nice size in my mouth, and I told him that I wanted him in my ass. Kyle pulled out, and Jim shoved his cock in me. He had a thick dick that felt good inside me. He said, “I need to blow my load quick.” That was fine by me. He fucked me for a while, getting his dick deep into my ass, and then said, “Here it comes,” before burying his cock in my ass. I could feel the spasms as he dumped his load in me. He churned it up a little before pulling out and then shoving his fingers in my hole. He played around the entrance and then lubed up both hands and worked his left hand deep into my ass. “I can feel my cum”, he said as he twisted and turned his hand inside me. Jim played at that depth for a while, enjoying the sensation of mixing the lube with his load. It felt great for me, too, so I had no objections. Then, he slowly extracted his left hand and switched to his right. This was a bigger stretch and he let me relax into the upgraded size before starting some in and out motions. While he was inside me, he asked Kyle to shotgun a hit to him. When Kyle did that, Jim said, “He’s next,” pointing his chin in my direction. I sent Kyle back to Jim, and then Jim sent him back to me. We were all getting more spun, but Kyle was taking the biggest hit here. I suggested that Kyle get his ass worked over since I knew he’d be really spun. They helped me out of the sling, and we got Kyle in it. Jim was ready to fist him, so I shoved my cock towards Kyle’s face, and he sucked it in as Jim entered his ass.

Saturday afternoon, I attended my first orgy and left with 4 loads in me and 2 loads deposited in other guys. I’m an NYU sophomore and had been wanting to go to an orgy for a long time. I was approached at the gym and invited to this by one of my classmates and it was like 30 sweaty hot college to 30 year olds fucking like there was no tomorrow. I took one dick that was as thick as a beer can and maybe 9” long at the end and took his load before I left. It started out with just making out but soon enough I had my dick in someone’s ass and someone had theirs in mine. I think the longest train was about 5 or 6 guys at once. At one point I was double penetrated and it was the first time I had ever done that. It was such a rainy day I was happy to be spending it in a NYC penthouse fucking and being fucked for hours. Definitely one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had and am super excited to go to another. It was so hot to stare into a man’s eyes, make out, never know his name, and he would get up and another man would replace his cock in me. It was also so hot to use other guys holes immediately after they were being used. Not a condom in sight and it was so fucking hot. Can’t wait for the next orgy in a few weeks.

in addition: cruising spots were either seen as home turf of the closeted or breeding grounds for early death. those of us who didn't want to live a double life and or lose our first class privileges in the patriarchy were encouraged to uncle tom our way to mainstream acceptance via marriage and an almost public denouncement of "filthy habits". it's sad that public parks, rest stops etc are like dead malls. plus i've lost my patience w the toxic online world of NPNC. buy a dictionary and look up the meaning of "anon" assholes. other than watching al pacino in Cruising, i'm not sure the good old days will ever be back.

Just a reminder, Fox News is legally considered a parody television show because, per federal judges, "No reasonable person would confuse Fox programming for actual news", and therefore should be treated as such.

This has been my experience as well, and I love eating a big muscular Black ass.

It’s getting harder and harder to find public gloryholes, even semi-public ones like at a bookstore. It’s been 20+ years since I manned a real, public men’s room stall glory hole, just one anonymous dick after another, worshipping cock for cock’s sake. Now I’m gonna be obsessing over it all day….

I've always loved gloryhole sex. My favorite is a guy sucking me until I'm rock hard, then backing his cum filled ass back onto my dick and riding it until I explode in him.

My weird one is having a guy drool his spit into my open mouth.

Yes! As a top I do this. I quietly tell the bottom, usually whispering into his ear as I pull him close, how good his tight faggot ass feels and say shit like "I'm gonna make a girl out of you and make you like it." When I'm getting close I tell him I'm about to breed his hot sexy ass and I announce when I'm starting to cum and say things like "you're gonna be shitting cum for a week." Sometimes a bottom is so into our fuck that he will start to cum also. Not often but memorable when it happens. It's like I am fucking him mentally as well as physically. I think I do a lot of this because I started as a bottom and just do what I liked having done to me. I think I am a natural top but when I first got into gay sex it took me a couple of years to figure that out. During that time I had some very hot encounters as a bottom but I always fantasized about what the top must be feeling when he came in my ass. I'm not loud when topping but I am verbal. It's interesting with fuck buddies at times when I have gotten to know them pretty well. One minute I'm telling him what a hot sexy slut he is and dominating him sexually and 5 minutes later we are talking about cars or guns or bitching about our wives or GFs or whatever.

May I also sing the praises of Sniffies? I'm in Fort Lauderdale on a Wednesday night and these men are pulling up to the door and filling up cunts! My first tonight was a Latino guy who bred me a few days ago. He's already asking if he can come again tomorrow. He is an expert rimmer and opened my hole up nicely. After he fucked his load into me, a guy with a BBC hit me up. He got really excited when I told him my cunt was already used and sloppy. He asked if he could come immediately to add his DNA to the mix. 15 minutes later, I got his load. My hole is a sloppy, cummy mess right now, but guess who's still online 🫠? There is a gay couple on the other side of this bungalow I'm renting. I know they heard me in here getting these cheeks clapped so I'll just have to brace myself for the jokes and judgment tomorrow morning 😭. One of them has been flirting with me the entire time I've been here.

I'm a cumdump bottom that accepts any load, but I enjoy letting older chubby men fuck me. Obviously fit men are hot, but letting a large chubby guy press me into a mattress while I can't wiggle away is hot.

First anal was safe. Still waiting for my first time taking cock bare...

Best sex I've had was outdoors with an older man, sucking and swallowing both his cum and piss. Wonderfully exciting - the feeling of summer night breeze on my naked skin, and the potential to be caught in action...

Went to a concert last Monday night, then grabbed a drink with a friend before the bars closed. I dropped my friend off at home and felt a bit horned so I parked by a local cruising spot and didn't wander long before I came across a hot older daddy who wanted to play with my cock, then dropped his pants and asked me to cum inside him. Dad flexed his hole around my throbbing boner real good while I slide in and out of him and took a fat much needed punch of sperm inside his guts. Got home around 3AM and crawled in bed with my husband smelling like beer and street hole.

Had a weird experience today , fucked 2 bottoms while out cruising no talk of status ( which is normal) , on the way back to the van he asked me if I was neg and on prep. A little late for that conversation I thought.

There are other dimensions to the problem: for example, the lack of any sort of "guest worker" program where temporary migrant labor could cross to the US, work legitimately (such as for construction season or harvest season or whatever) and then return to their own countries. In fact, we had a "de facto" such system for years, back when we didn't try to lock down the border quite so tight - working age men would leave their families, come to the US, work hard and long for several months, sending home most of their wages, then return home in the off seasons. As long as we winked at the problem, it wasn't really a problem. When we locked down the border and also refused to create a guest worker program - something that has been part of every serious immigration reform package since I was a teen - we created the problems we have today. Migrant workers aren't willing to keep risking border crossings twice a year or more; if they make it, they stay, because they know they may not make it again. And because they're not going back, it incentivizes them to bring their families here, too (because no one, understandably, wants to be separated permanently from his loved ones).

Took 2 loads from 2 different strangers last night and it was amazing. Wife was sleeping in the house while i was getting my ass loaded in my garage. Threw out my bait on Sniffies BBRT and NPK. Sniffies delivered. Both cocks flooded my hole after i sucked them off, good size loads. 2nd guy eventually put me on my back on my concrete garage floor and pounded the shit out of me with his 7.5" uncut black cock. my back is messed up today but my ass is happy 🙂 Did atm on their cocks after loading me up clean them off and get the last of the cum in their shaft.

I discuss it to be honest. I tell them my status and if the other isn't into it and runs, I assume they'd been a shit fuck...but in a weird way I like being refused sometimes. If the other is neg and into fucking a poz guy like myself, that also turns me on as well. I like hooking up with the risk takers as I was once one myself.

I'm a loud, verbal breeding Daddy. I grunt and moan when I'm inside my boy. I tell him what I want him to do - push back harder, grip my shaft. I tell him "I'm getting close" and I tell him "I'm gunna breed ya", then when I'm shootin I tell him "I'm cummin in your ass". I grunt loud when I'm shooting seed so the whole fukkin street knows. Men should be noisy when they fuck!

Part 12 We got to the club just after 11pm and it was already very busy. The club goes on to the early hours of the morning, but they shut the doors at midnight and you can't get in after that time. When we arrived, there was a queue at the door and we joined it. Lewis was quite quiet, but I could tell that Neil was excited. Neil had told me earlier that Lewis had heard us fucking in the bathroom of his room the other night and had asked Neil about it. Neil had told him we had been fucking for a while now and had told Lewis how much he enjoyed fucking me up the arse. Lewis had hinted that he wouldn't mind trying it and when Neil had told him we were going to a gay club that night, Lewis had asked if he could come too. I had discovered this bar on my previous visit to Berlin, and knew that it had a very busy darkroom and a fairly active toilet. I'm not usually a fan of taking straight people to gay venues, like it's some kind of show, but I knew that Neil was genuinely interested in going to the club and that Lewis was genuinely curious. I also knew that both of them had already had quite a lot to drink and I thought that, after a few more drinks in the club, it was quite likely that one or both of them would end up with their pants down. At my request, Neil had told Lewis that I was HIV positive and had explained that it was likely that a lot of the other guys in the club would be positive too. I knew that Neil hated condoms and rarely used them but I had suggested he bring some in case either he or Lewis wanted to join in the action. I didn't know whether he had or not, though. In the queue I got talking to a couple of young lads from the north of England, who looked to be in their mid 20s. One of them was dark and quite tall and the other was smaller and blond. The blond guy explained that they were a couple and had been together for three years. They had started having fun with other guys about a year ago and were looking forward to experiencing a really busy sex club. He explained to me that they never took any risks and always played safe and added "I take it they will have condoms available." I was fairly sure from my last visit that the bar did not have condoms anywhere - a lot of bars in the UK did have condoms available, but I had rarely seen any provided in German bars. They were both good looking lads with really fit arses, and I was fairly sure that, condoms or not, they would prove to be very popular when they got into the club! When we got in we had a drink at the bar and then Neil and Lewis wanted to see the darkroom. The darkroom was already quite busy, with several guys being sucked off and a couple of fit looking lads fucking in the corner. The darkroom had a rail on one side, which guys could bend over to get fucked - and at the other side of the room was a wall with glory holes. A couple of guys were getting sucked through the glory holes, their pants down and their naked arses on display. "Fuck!" said Lewis, looking around him. I noticed a tall guy standing over by the wall and I had a feeling he was cruising me. I cruised him back and a short time later, he pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and began to play with his cock, still looking across at me. His cock was quite impressive and I went over to him, bent over and took his cock into my mouth, enjoying putting on a show for Neil and Lewis. I sucked the guy for a while, then pulled my pants down and began to play with myself as I sucked him, turned on by the fact that both Neil and Lewis now had a perfect view of my naked arse. As I sucked the guy, he reached over and began to finger my arse and it wasn't long before his finger found my arsehole. A short time later I was braced against the wall as the guy pushed his bare cock up me and began to fuck. Neil and Lewis were standing close by and I could see Lewis rubbing his cock through his trousers as he watched me being fucked. The guy fucking me was getting faster and I knew it would not be too long before I took my first load of the night. When he had cum in me, the guy pulled out and another guy who had been watching and wanking close by took over, pushing what felt like a massive cock right up me. He didn't mess about, fucking me hard and fast up against the wall. Neil and Lewis were still watching, and it was Lewis who got his cock out first, wanking as he watched me being fucked and before long Neil had his cock out too and they were standing wanking together. After a while, the guy fucking me pushed me hard against the wall and slammed his cock right up my arse, holding it there as he pumped me full of cum. After that, we went back to the bar and got some more drinks. I could tell that both Neil and Lewis were turned on by what they had witnessed and a short time later we were back in the darkroom and Neil had gone to explore the glory hole wall. One of the holes was vacant and I saw Neil looking through it. Just then the guy next to Neil pulled his cock out of the hole and stuffed it back in his pants. Neil motioned to Lewis to join him and I watched as first Neil then Lewis pulled their pants and trousers down and pushed their cocks through the hole. I was really turned on watching Neil and Lewis getting sucked and I had a quick look at the other side of the wall. Neil was being sucked by a good looking young dark haired guy who looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen and Lewis by a fit looking young Turkish lad. A little way away, the couple I had been talking to in the queue were having a threesome with a older guy with a big cock. They were taking it in turns to suck on it and after a while they all stood up. The two lads seemed to be debating something and I could see that the taller lad was trying to talk his boyfriend into something. I guessed they had discovered by now that no condoms were provided in the bar and the taller lad was trying to persuade his boyfriend to go bareback. As I watched, the blond guy nodded and then turned round, leaning against the wall and pushing his fit young arse out. His boyfriend lubed him up and then the older guy positioned himself behind the blond lad, pulled his cheeks apart, pushed his big bare cock slowly right up his arse and began to fuck him. I could tell that the tall lad was really turned on watching the guy fuck his boyfriend without a condom and I could see that the blond lad was also now beginning to enjoy the fuck. I guessed that neither of them had noticed the biohazard tattoo on the older guy's shoulder. When the guy had pumped his cum into the blond lad, he pulled out and another guy pushed his bare cock up him and began to fuck. I looked over at Neil and Lewis who were both now thrusting their cocks into the gloryholes in front of them and as I watched they high-fived each other and I guessed that they were now both fucking the guys on the other side of the hole. I went and had a look and sure enough both the dark haired young lad and the Turkish guy were backed up to the holes, pants down, as they got fucked by Neil and Lewis. All around us guys were fucking and sucking and I didn't see many condoms - most of the guys were taking it bareback and a lot of them were getting bred - some bent over the rail, others through the gloryholes and yet more guys were just bent over in the dark room. Just then the taller of the two lads from the queue turned round, pulled his pants down and leaned against the wall, pushing his fit arse out next to his boyfriend, who was now being fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I was very horny now, and I didn't hesitate - I stepped up behind the lad and pushed my cock up his arse. He groaned as I pushed right up him and then I began to fuck. I guessed he was probably the top in the relationship and that he didn't get fucked very often, because his hole was one of the tightest I had ever fucked. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck, especially since I knew that he and his boyfriend had stared the evening genuinely intending to play safe, and it was not long before I fired a nice big toxic load up his arse. I looked over at the gloryholes just as Neil threw his head back in the way that he often does when he is cumming and I guessed that he had just pumped his load into the young dark haired guy on the other side of the glory hole. We went back to the bar again and had a few more drinks. We were all pretty drunk by now and at one point Lewis leaned over and said "I can't believe you still fuck guys without a condom, even though you're HIV positive!" and then added "It's so fucking horny to watch!" A little later I was back in the darkroom taking more cocks up my arse and then I headed to the toilet to take a much needed piss. When I came out the toilet, I realised there was another passage on the other side, which I discovered lead to some cabins with gloryholes. Just then Lewis came towards me, grinning drunkenly. He opened the door to one of the cabins and motioned to me to join him. He closed and locked the door and then turned round to me, pulling me towards him - "Will you suck my cock?" he breathed in my ear. I nodded and and moved down as Lewis pulled his pants down and his hard cock sprang out. I wasted no time in taking it in my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him. Even if I didn't already know that Lewis had just fucked the Turkish guy, I would have guessed that his cock had just been up someone's arse - but I didn't care, and soon I was going right down on his cock. I sucked Lewis for a while and then another cock came through the gloryhole and Lewis motioned me to suck it, which I did, despite having no idea who was on the other side of the hole. I was really horny again and I stood up, took hold of the anonymous cock and backed my arse on to it. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" said Lewis, as I let the guy fuck me through the hole as I went down on Lewis's cock again. The guy on the other side of the wall was fucking me harder now and I guessed he was getting close. "Are you going to let him cum in you?" asked Lewis and I nodded. When the anonymous cock had loaded up my cunt, I pulled off it and turned round. Lewis pushed his finger up my arse. "Fuck!" he said again. I went back down on Lewis's cock as he fingered my arse and then I motioned to him to turn round. He looked at me suspiciously and I told him I wanted to lick his arse. He grinned and, without another word, he turned round and bent over. I had always thought that Lewis had a very fit arse - a big, meaty, rugby player's arse, and now I was seeing it in all its glory. A little to my surprise, Lewis reached round and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole to me. He groaned as I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick him. He was wanking now as I pushed my tongue right into his soon to be married arse. I had no idea if he had ever been rimmed before, but he was certainly getting off on it. After a while, he stopped me and turned round. "I need to fuck you!" he said. I nodded and went to turn round. Lewis grinned drunkenly. "Don't you want to use a condom?" I asked. Lewis looked serious for a moment. "Oh yes, of course, condoms!" he said. Then he grinned again and leaned forward "Fuck condoms!" he said. I turned round and bent over the shelf at the back of the cubicle and then I felt the head of Lewis's cock pushing its way up my arse. I leaned forward and soon he was right up me. Somehow I hadn't expected Lewis to be such a great fuck. He started slowly, pulling his cock right back and then pushing it right up me and then started to fuck me harder. He was a great fuck - probably the best I had that night and he lasted very well, giving me a really good, long hard fuck. Then he told me to get ready and almost immediately began to shoot what felt like a massive load of cum right up me. Lewis pushed up me a few more times and then pulled his cock out my arse. I went down and took it into my mouth and Lewis grinned again. "Neil told me you were a dirty cunt!" he said. I was very horny again now and I was fairly sure I had one more highly toxic load left in me. However, Lewis's mention of Neil made me think we had better to and find him. I realised we had probably been gone for some time and I had not intended to leave Neil on his own for so long. There was no sign of Neil in the bar but I soon found him in the darkroom. His pants were down and he was kissing a black guy and I realised it was the same guy that Neil had fucked in the Tiergarten the night before. I left them to it and went to get a much needed drink. Lewis came with me and when we returned to the darkroom, Neil was sucking the black guy's cock. I had seen Neil briefly suck the guy's cock the night before so I was not that surprised but I heard Lewis saying "Fuck!" as he watched Neil sucking the black guy. Just then the black guy turned Neil round and he leaned over the rail, his arse in the air, as the black guy pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up Neil's arse. He licked him for a while and then stood up. He began to rub his cock over Neil's arsehole and then he reached into his pocked and pulled out a small sachet of lube. I watched as the black guy fingered some lube into Neil's arse and then said something to him. Neil nodded and leaned forward over the rail as the black guy began to push his cock up Neil's arse. I head Neil groan and I could almost see him gritting his teeth - I wondered if he would be able to take such a big cock up him but a short time later the guy was fully up him and I was watching Neil being fucked for what I was fairly sure was the first time. The fact that he was taking it without a condom despite being married somehow made it even hornier. Lewis was standing next to me and after a few minutes he pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees. Although he had cum just a short time before, Lewis's cock was fully hard and he began to wank as he watched Neil being fucked. I could see that Neil's cock was hard now and he took hold of it and began to play with it as the black guy began to fuck him harder. Lewis and I moved in closer, both wanking and then Neil saw me. "Lee! Lee, mate!," he gasped "I'm doing it.....I'm doing it........ I'm fucking taking it!" Neil leaned forward and kissed me hard and, as he did so, I could feel him being pushed into me as the black guy thrust harder and harder up his arse. He thrust his cock hard up Neil's arse a few more times before pushing right up him and holding his cock there as he threw his head back. It was clear that he had just pumped a load of cum into Neil's married arse. I can honestly say that I never in a million years thought I would get to see Neil's arsehole gaping open with cum sliding out of it, but as the black guy pulled out, I saw the cum running down the back of his balls. Just then Lewis groaned and shot a load of cum out all over Neil's arse and right down his crack. I was close now too, and I moved forward, intending to shoot my load over Neil's arse. And then I did it. I moved forward, pulled Neil's cheeks apart and pushed my cock right up him. Neil looked over his shoulder as I began to fuck him but he didn't resist or pull away. He bent forward as I fucked him hard and fast until I felt myself getting close and then I pumped what felt like a massive, highly toxic load right into his arse.

I’ll up it, my best friend, straight & hot, always crashes in my guest room, usually with whoever he picked up that night. I take his used condoms and squeeze his cum out onto my cock or swallow it. Closes I can get to having sex with him!

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

I’ve been reading and jerking off to the stories here for years. Countless orgasms has been caused, so I felt it was time to return the favor with a story of my own. Fiction. -ish… The true part is that I really am the cumdump bitch being described and I can promise you there were LOTS of pre cum drooling out of my cock while writing this down. It’s sort of a summary of several visits to saunas and sex clubs, summarized into one heck of an evening, spiced up with some fiction and minor exaggerations. You'll have to figure out the fictional parts yourself. 😉 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors you might find. --------------------- The Sunday of easter was always packed at my local gay sauna in my hometown, a small town in the south of Spain. Boys and men having spent many nights dining with their catholic families, thinking about Jesus and stuff. Now they’re all horned up and ready to blow. I’m not a religious person at all, unless you count getting fucked raw by random men a religion, then I’m devout! Maybe a bit of background information could be interesting for you to read: Being a somewhat chubby, hairy man, 40+, I usually don’t find it that easy to get fucked when there’s always so many hotter options around, but going to the sauna has never failed me as I always left with an ass full of cum. In all honesty it’s mostly due to me having absolutely no limits whatsoever when it comes to who’s fucking me. No loads refused, right? I often end up with some hot guys too. There IS such a thing as bear chasers, but they’re not common, so those rare moments are of course cherished. I actually promised myself at a young age to never say no to any guy wanting to fuck me even if he was old, fat, ugly, or all of it, because sooner or later I would also become old, probably fat, probably less attractive, and I wouldn’t want to be rejected for that, hence I would never refuse anyone with a hard cock wanting to fuck me. When it comes to being the top, I get a little pickier. Mainly because I must be turned on in one way or another to stay hard. On the other hand, I've fucked quite a few disgusting men just because of the sleaze of it. I find it very hard to resist a good sloppy cum filled hole. Taking loads is my passion, and I've been doing it for 25 years. The first time I ever had sex I swallowed big load of cum. The second time I took it in the ass. The third time I loaded the guy’s ass. From that point on there's been very few condoms in my life, at least being used as intended. I wasn't very sexually active my first "gay years", due to living in a very small town on the countryside, and it being the 90's when internet was a luxury and mobile phones were made for phone calls. But then I moved to the big city and started hooking up with anyone who looked at me half a second too long at a party or a gay bar. Then I discovered the porn cinemas which I very nervously attended, scared of HIV but still not using any protection. The thrill was greater than the fear and my risk taking was getting worse every time I went there. Someone introduced me to poppers, and with that little brown bottle under my nose I took my first completely anonymous load with my ass pressed against a glory hole in a very small dark cabin. Fuck, I felt so dirty, but I had never been hornier. Not long after that I found myself out in the open, taking a load from a skinny guy with a PA, with a crowd of dirty old men watching me while they were jerking off. I remember feeling strangely proud of myself for doing so and feeling attractive as all those men seemed to enjoy the show. A few years of porn cinemas, dark rooms, cabins, and saunas later, I found the fetish club. I got myself a jock strap and a leather harness and felt just as nervous about going there as I felt going to the porn cinema the first time. The crowd here was older, they were kinky fetishists and somehow, I KNEW they all had AIDS. Probably. But I still went there. I had barely paid for my first beer before someone stuck a finger up my ass, causing me to run and hide in a corner. I can't remember doing anything sexual there the first time, I don't think I stayed long, but I've taken countless loads there after that first night. I met my husband there a few years later. He was so sweet, and I was so turned on watching him taking loads in the dark room, his hair all messy, drunk off his head. I took him home that night and he moved in just a few weeks later. Together we discovered travelling; Barcelona sex clubs, Berlin sex clubs; Amsterdam sex clubs, Gran Canaria and Yumbo center sex clubs... All this time without PrEP, as it wasn't available in my country at the time. I never cared about the risks. Even as my husband and I were both getting railed next to each other against the bar at a club in Yumbo center, me by a guy with biohazard tattoos who as it turned out had been making porn for Treasure Island Media, my husband by his husband. It really is nothing short of a fucking miracle that I’m still neg, and so is my husband. A few years ago, we started taking PrEP, but only for planned fucking, such as parties or going abroad, but I was still taking quite a lot of spontaneous loads when fucking around. Then came Covid and we stopped fucking with others altogether and stopped PrEP too. Then as soon as the pandemic was over, we moved to Spain. But I digress, let’s get back to the easter breeding...

@Tommy Tank's stories never fail to get me so horned up! I've jacked off so many loads to this story.

It can be a rewarding experience for both of you. I’m Daddy to my boy, Drew. Drew is 23 now but we first met when he was 19. He lives with me and shares my bed. I provide him with security and some of the nicer things in life and in return I get to enjoy his hot young body, and fuck his ass and mouth any time I want. We have an open relationship so we're not tied down. Drew loves being fucked by older men so quite a few of my buddies have taken a shot on his ass. I like younger men so I’ve fucked several of his buddies.

I grew up in a small farming township, population 650, in rural Midwest not far from the Mississippi river. My HS graduating class was 36, K-12 was literally all in the same building. I was also very religious. After HS I was going to seminary to become a pastor, was self-aware enough that something wasn't right, dropped out and became a US Marine. While a Marine I got married to a woman. It became obvious that I wasn't sexually attracted to her and my whole façade crashed down around me. We divorced and I began to embrace the fact that I was into dudes. With one exception, I never had sex until I was married at age 23. The one exception was as a 16 y/o when a friend invited me over to spend the night. He and I messed around a little but neither of us orgasmed. The guilt I felt afterwards was so strong that I never spoke of or did anything like it again. My first real sex experiences with guys happened when I was 25 as a Marine, separated from my wife, stationed overseas in Japan during Don't Ask Don't Tell. (pictured- bootcamp graduation and striking poses while stationed in Japan)

Wore worried about other STI's to be honest

I had a very passionate lover for a few years. A handsome black man who wasn't verbal but definitely moaned and expressed his pleasure when fucking me. He would not announce his oncoming climax but I could always tell as his breathing got deeper and he would drive his penis balls deep and stop as it would pulsate. I could not necessarily feel his semen filling me but his dick spasming in his hole certainly told me he was breeding me. as his dick stopped unloading he would stay in me for another minute or so and slowly withdrawal invariably pulling some of his nut with him....the only physical sign of his orgasm

I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male. But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7” and a bubble butt to die for. Except for my propensity for barebacking, I’m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug. Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say “neighborhood,” he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, that’s close; so we decided to meet. I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us. I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different person—obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped. In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault. I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I haven’t been fucked much, so each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body. His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his head—classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on. 15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it to be. Even token resistance was impossible. Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that he’d already cum once in me. I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadn’t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum again. Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest. Again I asked if he were poz. "Can’t rightly say. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. Then we’ll both know.” I wondered if “Can’t rightly say” meant he didn’t know or just wouldn’t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg. Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luck’s run out. Meanwhile, I’ve developed an attraction to the guy. I’m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend we’re going to the baths together. I’m really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

Love that perfect helmet!

After I finished masturbating I feel straight to sleep exhausted from my flight. I woke up at what must have been the middle of the night. As I went downstairs I heard moaning coming from the living room. As I leaned my head in I saw the tv playing gay porn. Not just any gay porn either but really intense grimy stuff. Men were getting fisted, some had their cocks locked up, others were smoking or injecting things. On the couch sat my dad with his back turned to me. He was holding a cigar with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. As I watched I realized my cock was getting hard and I had the overwhelming urge to stroke it. I snuck back up to my room and tried pulling up some porn on my phone. To my surprise it seemed like all the straight porn had been banned so I resorted to watching gay porn. I soon realized the thing inside my ass was a butt plug. I kept pushing on it when I stroked sending waves through me. I eventually shoot another load to a video of a hairless man getting fucked by a big hairy one. When I woke up in the morning I was sweaty and covered in my cum. I went straight for the shower. It was in a shared bathroom between me and my dads room. As I got into the shower I noticed there was a weird tube attached to the wall, after looking at it a bit I realized it was a fleshlight. I purposefully ignored it wondering just how many sex toys were in this house. After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs where a bowl of oatmeal was waiting for me. “Made you some breakfast son” my dad said “it’s my husband’s special recipe, everything a boy needs” he was wearing another wife beater and jeans that were tight on his broad frame. “Uh thanks dad” I said as I began eating. It had a strange taste but not wanting to be rude I finished the bowl quickly. I got up to get a glass of water from the sink when my dad stopped me. “Not so fast son, our waters under advisory so no tap water. I’ll go get some more bottles today but there some in the closet” he said pointing at a closet across the kitchen. The water bottles were on the bottom shelf and looked like they might have been opened but I guzzled it down anyway. It tasted strange but I just attributed it to the oatmeal still stuck in my mouth. I went to sit on the couch feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. My dad walked up and said something I wasn’t paying attention to before leaving the house. After he left I turned on the tv wanting to watch something. However when I turned it on it started playing strange porn. I felt thirsty and grabbed another water bottle to drink as I tried to change the channel. The porn showed small hairless men getting fucked by big bears while wearing lingerie. It then switched to hairy men fucking each other. As I stroked my cock mindlessly to the porn I realized something, the one thing all the men getting fucked had in common was that their cocks were completely limp. I then felt that my cock was not only limp but maybe even smaller than normal. I gave up on my cock and began fucking my hole with the butt plug id left in me. I was bent over the coffee table watching the hypnotic video as I felt the pressure of an orgasm build up and explode out of me. The coffee table was now covered in cum and I knew I needed to clean it. The only way I could think to was to begin licking it up. My tounge ran across my slightly sweet cum before it ran into something crusty and bitter. I licked a bit more as the image of my father fisting his cock infront of the coffee table came to mind. The bitter crust was my father’s, but with my head spinning and the strange video filling my mind I didn’t care and kept licking the table clean.

I walked through the corridors where the cabins were. They were all closed, except for one that was empty. I kept going and ventured towards the dark room, and as usual I found it most crowded just by the entrance, but when I pushed by those guys there was some space left over in the back. The dark room is quite large with a huge, padded fuck bench along one side and glory holes around the walls leading to the booths surrounding the room. It's completely dark in there, except for a faint red light coming through the glory holes, if they're not occupied. Grunting, moaning, and slapping noises coming from everywhere, and the smell of cum in the warm moist room was really putting my head in the right space, and taking a deep hit of my poppers pushed me over the edge into complete limitlessness. I felt the glory holes around me and found a hard, rather small, unoccupied cock that I immediately bent over and took in my mouth, sticking my ass out for anyone to use. It didn't take long until I felt hands on my ass and my body, exploring my cheeks and feeling my wet hole. Someone entered me and started fucking, just as the cock I was sucking suddenly erupted in my mouth. Had I known he would come that quickly I'd have pushed my ass against it from the beginning. With my mouth full of cum, I stood up and leaned my chest against the wall for a more comfortable position while the guy behind me kept fucking. I savored the flavor of the cum, then spit about half of it into my hand and swallowed the rest. The cum in my hand I poured over my ass crack, feeling it run down towards my hole lubing up the cock that was fucking me. It seemed to be a popular move since the guy groaned "Oh, fuck yes..." and about ten seconds later started shooting his load in me. Two loads in. Well, maybe two and a half. Again, I had no idea who he was, as he quickly withdrew and moved away. I clenched my hole and started moving towards the fuck bench, hoping I could find a free space and a more comfortable position for my continued anonymous breeding. Guy after guy were lined up on the bench, on their knees with their asses either waiting for cock or being fucked. I felt a sloppy hole on a really fat ass as I walked by, and I scooped some of the gunk up and smelled it; the unmistakable smell of cum on my fingers made my cock twitch, and I showed my cum-covered fingers up my hole just to get a bit of the DNA inside me. Next to the fat ass was a free space on the bench so I assumed the position as bitch, on my knees with my ass up just waiting to be impregnated. As I spread my legs and lowered myself, I felt my cock dipping into a wet puddle on the bench beneath me, again I scooped it up and identified the smell as cum, then tried pushing as much as possible into my hole. The rest I used to coat my cock to use as lube for masturbating. The bottom before me probably came while in the same position as I was in. The fat guy next to me were getting fucked by someone, and that someone started feeling up my ass with rough calloused fingers. He quickly swapped and showed his wet cock, dripping with cum from the other hole, all the way into my ass as he instead started fingering the other guy. Ten seconds later he swapped back, and then went back and forth like that for a few minutes, properly fucking us both and transferring DNA to and from both our asses. After about ten minutes he was fucking harder and faster than before, and I heard him starting to groan while fucking the fat guy next to me. Mid coming, he pulled out and slammed into me to make sure we both got a share of the load he was shooting. -"Fucking whores..." he wheezed and spat on my back before leaving the room. The fat guy seemed to have had enough as he got up from the bench and left. I remained in position and took a hit of my little brown bottle. A minute someone else entered me and quickly fucked another load into me. Not much to write about that one, just a quick pump-and-dump, but it was still another load in me, and I was happy about that. Four loads in, and DNA from an unknown number of men. This was going to turn out great!

So, this Holy Sunday I went to the sauna by myself as I usually do. My husband is too shy and needs to be drunk to let loose, and since this was during the day he was never in the mood. I arrived about 30 minutes after opening and it was already packed. Lovely! I’m going to have some fun! I started as I usually do by showering and then went back to my locker to pick up the little bag of lube and poppers that I always bring. My first stop is always the steam sauna. It’s so nice to just heat up a bit before exploring the rest of the place. It’s also a great place for anonymous fucking since it’s completely dark in there. As soon as I stepped inside the doors, I took a squirt of lube and gave myself a good fingering to loosen up in case someone would want to stick something nicer in there, then I started stroking to give myself a chubby. Showing off my rather large cock is usually a good way to get some attention. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, watching men of all types walking by while I was pulling on my meat. I had my towel over my shoulder as opposed to most people who had it wrapped tightly around their waists. Eventually I could make out shapes of bodies moving around in the darkness, and I headed into the innermost darkness of the steam room. It was a small room, completely tiled with built-in benches around the walls, perfect to kneel on. Warm, wet, sweaty bodies were pushing by and sliding against mine and I was in heaven, hard as a fucking rock. It was really crowded, and I soon felt a big hard cock pressed against my side. I grabbed it with my right hand, not caring about the man attached to it, turned my ass towards it and guided it in between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole. The owner of the cock started pressing harder against me and the head of his cock slipped in. It was definitely a thick one, I could tell by the way the head alone was stretching me open. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock, grabbed my hips and forcefully showed the entire thing inside me. I was NOT ready for that, FUCK it hurt! He must've sensed my discomfort, because he held still inside me for a while to let me catch my breath. Very nice of him. I could feel a bit of a belly on him, pushing against my lower back. I pulled out my poppers and took a big hit and held it until I could feel myself relaxing. He pushed me up against a wall with a bench so I could lean forward and lift my knee up on the bench, giving him even better access to my hole. He started fucking me with long slow strokes and it was really starting to feel amazing. After a few minutes he was picking up speed and I heard the telltale forced breathing of a man about to explode. He grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up and kissed my neck. He was bearded, I could feel it against my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and said: - "You want my cum?" - "YES!", I responded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. He gave me a few last hard poundings and started shooting the first load of the day, deep into my guts. Then he pulled out quickly and disappeared, not giving me any chance to turn around and see who he was. Out of breath I clenched my ass, turned around and sat down on the bench to regain composure. Fuck, that was good! I love not having the faintest idea who's cum is inside me. Sitting down, my cock still hard as rock, I looked up and laid eyes on one of the most perfect men I've ever seen. He was standing just where a sliver of light shone in from the glass doors, and his muscular body and dark brown skin was shimmering. He could've been picked right from an American high school sports movie, being the handsome black quarterback of the school team, the one that all the girls wanted to be with, and all the boys wanted to be. Now he was in front of me, in a crowded steam room, trying to make his way into the darkness where I was sitting. He came closer and stood with his back against the wall, I stood up next to him and "accidentally" brushed my hard cock against his thigh. It made him flinch, apparently his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he grabbed it with his big hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his cock too, and it was absolutely huge, but still soft. A lot bigger than mine, BUT STILL SOFT. Apparently, he knew his way around this dark corner as he quickly pushed me to the side getting in position; bent over, on his knees, on the bench. Oh, he was a bottom! Never letting go of my cock he guided it towards his hole and pushed back, causing me to end up inside of him. It was velvety smooth, and I could feel it was well lubed as it enveloped the head of my cock, or maybe he had already taken a load or two. I started pushing in, he let go of my cock and I could soon feel his firm ass muscles pressing against my hips. I could not believe my luck. A fresh load in my ass and now this beautiful specimen of a man wrapped around my raw cock. I started fucking him, hearing him moan. I reached around his waist to feel all those awesome abs and moved up towards his huge pecs, giving his nipples a little tweak. I let my hands slide up to his armpits, feeling the trimmed hair brushing over my fingertips. I grabbed his arms, feeling his biceps, realizing my hands would be too small to be able to grab them. This was truly one of the most perfectly muscular men I've ever had the pleasure to feel. And I was inside him. Raw, as it should be. Other men were standing of both sides of us, feeling him up as well. My head was spinning; the steam, the poppers and the previous physical exercise was making me hot and tired, my cock was softening, and I needed a break, so I slipped out of him. Another man immediately took my place, and I was happy to see that this black Adonis didn't have a care in the world who was fucking him, as long as there was someone inside him. A good cum dump should always be like this. Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself down sitting on the bench next to him, I just didn't want to leave in case I got hard enough again to dump a load in him. The man fucking him groaned and apparently shot his load, then pulled out and was again immediately replaced by the next guy. This bottom was popular, and I could fully understand why. My hands started feeling his body again, and again ended up stroking the hair of his armpit. He noticed me and lifted his arm, giving me more access. I leaned in and started licking his nipple, to which he responded by grabbing my head and showing it right into his armpit, wheezing in my ear: - “Lick it!". Oh yes, I licked that sweaty muscular armpit like it was my last meal before execution. He moaned and I grabbed his cock and could feel it stiffen; having his pits licked was apparently as much of a turn on for him as it was for me licking them. He moaned, I moaned, the man fucking him moaned and I was furiously beating my meat, getting close to coming. - “Let me know if you're going to blow..." he whispered in my ear. - "Soon... Very soon... Ugh... Now!" He quickly pulled off the man fucking him, moved over, and impaled himself on my cock just as I started blasting my seed. Six or seven large spurts ended up inside him and I almost passed out. When my orgasm subsided, he expertly squeezed the last drops out of my cock as he slid off it and went back to standing position. The man who had previously fucked him quickly shoved back into the now very sloppy cum filled hole and resumed his movements. - "Thanks", he said, and I responded: - "My pleasure" and gave him a quick kiss before I pushed my way out of the dark, needing desperately to cool off. A quick rinse in the cool showers, a Gin & Tonic at the bar, and I was back to my load hunting.

Thank you everyone for the great comments....continuing on! PART 3: The after Robert got a warm damp towel and proceeded to clean my sore hole, which felt great. I then felt him softly lick my ass and hole, which felt fantastic. I knew his tongue had been in me when he raised up and kissed me deep, letting me taste his tongue. We finally broke our kiss and he stood up fully, letting me take in his now softening cock. It was beautiful. still gently dripping his cum, it just looked so good. "please milk your cock into my mouth Robert, don't waste that delicious cum:. He grabbed his cock and walked over to my mouth and slowly jacked out every last drop into my mouth. "Thank you sir", I said. "Join me for another glass of wine Tim? Robert asked "I can think of nothing better", but I honestly could! We were now naked in Robert's living room, both sitting at opposite ends of the couch. This way we could take each other in and still converse about our day. I knew the question was coming. "Tim, I fucking loved cumming in you, trust me on that, but why did you want that to happen? You know I can poz you, right?" "Yes baby, I know." it took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts on this, then I tried to elaborate. "Robert, I truly never sought you, or a poz man out, to become poz. Of course I have thought about it, and I know me and how much I would want raw cock if I were to get fucked again. When I saw you today, and saw your tattoo, which I love by the way, I just knew I wanted you to fuck me and never thought about the 'how' or 'what would happen'. I just knew I needed your cock in me." Robert was staring at me intently. "Then when I saw you put the condom on and knew it wasn't natural for you I couldn't follow through with that. I wanted you to enjoy as much pleasure as I was, plus your bare cock was what I wanted in the first place, so I just did it. I am so glad I took your condom off Robert, thank you for not denying me that. I knew it was the right choice when I told you to go deep in me and cum, I think we both knew". Robert's cock started to get hard the moment I talked about him fucking me and cumming in me, and now his cock was lifting off his thigh. "Fucking amazing Tim, thank you.". I watched Robert's eye lose focus and he was daydreaming and his hand went to his cock automatically, slightly stroking his hardness. I knew he was remembering the same things we both experienced today Soon Robert snapped out of it and let out a deep breath. "Well, I can't wait for you to need another massage, or I just might sabotage my computer for you". We both laughed. I placed my finger on my hole, feeling the slight soreness there. "You definitely gave me something to remember, maybe even longer than tonight. my ass is still sore from that fucking gorgeous cock of yours". Robert drank the rest of his wine and said, "you can have my cock anytime you want Tim", and winked at me. "would you like some more wine and maybe some porn?". Robert got up, cock fully hard again and reached for my glass. "my collection is in a binder in that box behind the books. please feel free to pick anything out. I will be right back". He left the room, cock bouncing the entire time. I was hard again just seeing him, but it all just seemed so natural now. I went to get the binder. I started thumbing through the DVD's. a lot of bareback videos, most I was familiar with. some interracial titles I wasn't familiar with, but seemed interesting. Robert came back with our now full glasses, "find anything you like?". His cock was semi hard now. I picked out one from Treasure Island that I loved and he went to put it in. I picked the binder up and purposely made an effort to be on my hands and knees, forcing my ass up for his view. "fuck" I heard him breath. I looked back at him and saw his big cock start to rise again. "just seeing you on all fours like that Tim, damn, I want you like that one day". "Anytime Robert, anytime". Robert just stood there, stroking his now hard cock, not slightly, I mean full on masturbating. I was mesmerized by the sight of it. After a few minutes I saw the video started playing, more raw fucking, and I knew I needed him again. I got on the couch, face down and ass up. "do you have any lube baby, please fuck me now". "Yes baby" Robert said as he opened a drawer next to him and took out some lube. Robert's bouncing cock let me know he was so excited to be inside of me again, and thankfully no questions of condoms or pulling out were to be had. Robert dripped a lot of lube on my sore ring and started working it around my ass and hole, insert a wet finger into me to help me open up. I then heard him squirt some out and then felt him stroking his big cock with lube. Robert moved closer to my ass and laid his hard leaking cock and my hole...and started pushing. no words were to be had, we both knew what needed to happen. I reached behind me and started spreading my hole open for Robert, just in time as he was starting to slide into me past my sore tight ring! Fuck! His cock felt so great! His big cock was less intrusive after our earlier fuck but his girth and length could not be ignored. The pressure I was feeling was making my cock leak again, and I loved that about how he fucked me before. now I felt his two hands on my hips as he pulled my ass onto his cock...inch by inch until he was fully inside of me! I was in pure bliss, taking Robert's cock is so amazing, it almost makes me a part of him! "thats my boy" Robert says to me while pulling his cock out again, before sliding it back in...picking up his pace! "fuck Tim, I am not going to be able to last, not fucking you like this. oh fuck! watching my big black cock slide in and out of your hot white pussy, fuck I love it Tim." I couldn't even respond, I had no breath, he was fucking it out of me!!! I knew my sexy black man was getting closer, his moaning was becoming louder, his already thick cock was getting thicker, and his precum was making a mess of my ass "baby, I am going to cum on your couch...I don't want to make a mess" I said to him. "fuck it baby, cum all you want because I am" and he groaned loudly. "take my hot load Tim, I want to knock you up" and he sank deep in me exploding his hot cum all over my insides! my cum shot all over his cushion and the arm of his couch! I was starting to really love this man fucking me and cumming in me!!! Robert was almost laying on my back, cock fully inside of me still. He reached his arms around my chest and pulled me up to him, hugging me from behind, without his big cock falling out. I looked down and saw my cum load on the cushion of his couch, I felt bad...for about a second. Robert leaned to my ear, "Tim I absolutely love fucking you. My cock is still pulsing, I don't know what is happening, I love it so much". I clenched my ass a little in response and he immediately said, "please don't push me out...I want to stay inside of you for a while". I reached behind me and rubbed where I thought his scorpion tattoo might be, it was his hip, but still it was hot to think about. I reached my other hand around and pulled his ass into me, "baby, please don't stop fucking me or cumming in me, I want everything you have". "Tim, I am going to poz you eventually, you know that right?". "Yes Robert, I know that and realized earlier, I am very ok with that, with you". Robert turned my head to look at me, "will you please stay with me tonight?". "Yes sir, I would love to". He kissed me deep and then slowly eased me off his cock, his poor couch got another huge pool of cum, his this time though.

I remember the first time I played with two guys. I had been clubbing, was happy and drunk, and two sexy guys took me home with them. After a bit of foreplay, the top was fucking me. He was quite assertive and I just obeyed. He had insisted I take him bare even though I wasn’t on PREp. I was turned on, freaked out and loving it all at the same time. Then he switched his raw dick to the other bottom (his partner). He fucked my ass juice up the other guy (who moaned in pleasure). I was a bit freaked thinking, “That’s been up my ass!” I was surprised that something that was a bit dirty was really turning me on too. He eventually came up his partner’s ass, but looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, you won’t miss out.” He switched back to me and placed his juicy dick just out of reach of my mouth. He said quietly and firmly, “Please.” Something clicked. I made direct eye contact with him and said, “Please.” I remember the euphoria I experienced as I sucked his raw dick with all that cum and ass juice. The other bottom was patting me and encouraging me to worship that cock. The top looked at the other guy and asked with a smirk, “Switch?” I didn’t know what he meant. I pretty quickly worked it out when the other bottom kneeled over my face and I was looking directly at his ass hole. The top said, “Please.” I moaned and said, “Please.” As I worshipped and kissed that ass, I remember the other guy saying, “See? Natural pig.”

3. Nathan I was in that pleasant post-orgasmic moment of clarity. My balls had just been drained into my young nephew who was now cuddled up next to me. "Why?" I asked in response, unsure exactly what he was thanking me for. "For another load of cum in me. For a load from Uncle Alan. For getting me closer to my goal." "My pleasure," I said. I was still savoring the last bit of his sperm. "And there's another one for you in the morning." "I was hoping for at least one," he said. He rolled over, his ass nestled up against my cock. I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "But I'm tired now." "Me too." We lay there together, our breathing slowly synchronizing, and we drifted off to sleep. In the twilight of sleep, I remembered how Alan used to hold me like this. His sperm would be deep in my ass, and my sperm would be deep inside of Alan. It felt good to be sharing this with Greg. Not just good, it felt right. I awoke with a start, unsure where I was. Pressed up against me was a warm young man, his naked ass pressing against my cock. For a brief, perfect moment, I thought Alan was back with me. Then I thought it was Jason, and finally the truth percolated through my sleep-fogged mind. It was my nephew. My godson. Greg. And I had fucked him earlier in the evening. Bareback. Greg was still sleeping soundly. Without disturbing him, I looked at the clock; it read 11:45. We must have fallen asleep shortly after I had fucked him. I remembered that he had wanted my poz load. And I did nothing to dissuade him from it. Despite the two loads I had already shot, my cock was hard again. I let my hand drift down to Greg's groin, and found his cock was just as hard as mine. My touch must have disturbed him, because he turned over, and still semi-asleep, he began to kiss me. "Can I fuck you?" he asked, between kisses. "Not yet, boy. I want to make sure you're shooting poz cum." Alan had done it to me and I had kept it up with Jason. I didn't want him to fuck me until he had tested positive. But then, it would be a free-for-all. "You up for fucking me again?" he asked. His hand dropped down to my crotch, finding my hard cock already dripping pre-cum. "I guess I know the answer to that," he said. We were both slowly waking up, more aware of where we were and what we wanted. I found an opening between Greg's legs, and forced my hand to his hole. It was still wet and slippery from our earlier couplings, and my finger slid in easily. "Damn. Put it in me," Greg moaned. "I fucking need it," he said, the urgency audible in his pleading, "Don't wait." It took me only a moment to manouver him into position, my cockhead right at the entrance to his hole. "Ready for another pounding, boy?" I asked. A twinge of uncertainity flickered through my mind. I didn't know if it was my position to be doing this to Greg. But my cock was eager to get inside of my boy, and my virus was doing the thinking for me. "Please. Breed me again, Uncle Nate." I pushed my dick into his warm hole. I hardly needed any force at all, he was still so open and ready. "Oh fuck, that feels good." I didn't say anything, but just leaned in, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. There were times in sex where you didn't need words, and this was one of them. We both knew it was what we needed. My raw cock in his bare hole, dripping my precum deep in his young body. "Just enjoy it, Greg," I whispered. I made sure he wasn't going to talk much more by sticking my tongue in his mouth. In the still darkness of the hotel room, it was easy for me to just concentrate and savor the fuck. Each thrust into Greg was like discovering a new world of pleasure, and each thrust elicted a soft moan of contentment from the boy. He had wrapped his legs around me, and held us together tightly, not letting me pull out, even if I had wanted to. Unlike the hard, eager fucks of earlier, there was a slowness to this one. We had all the time in the world to get to our destination, and the journey would be its own reward. I went slowly, working my cock into Greg's body, and Greg met my tender strokes with his own thrusts onto my shaft. We continued to kiss, our tongues interlocked. "Please, Uncle, fuck me," Greg panted out between kisses. "Breed me." I didn't answer, but just kept on pressing my cock into his body. Underneath me, Greg felt so young, so alive. I needed no encouragement to fuck him. Aside from my need to get a fresh load in there, I also wanted to work the older loads into his body. I could feel my earlier loads squishing around in his ass. I wanted to be a part of him forever, and right now, this was how I knew to do it best. "Don't worry, boy. I will." Our fucking was long, intimate and deep. This was the closest that two men could be to one another: One man's cock deep in the the other man's ass, and there was nothing coming between them. I lost track of time. It might have been minutes, or it might have been hours. It didn't matter to either of us. We moved in synchrony, working my old cum into his body, and working on getting a fresh load injected into him. Finally, after an eternity of pleasure, I felt the familiar tingle at the tip of my cock. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "You want it, Greg?" I asked him. "Please. Breed me again," he said. "I need your sperm." "You want to get sick, boy?" "Yes, Uncle Nate. I want it. And I want you to do it." My balls were hard against his ass and my cock was deep in his body. "Infect me." My cock was dripping pre-cum into Greg. My balls were drawing up tight, getting ready to spew another virus-laden load into his body. His pleading was infecting my mind, and all I knew was how good it felt to be inside of him. "I'm going to shoot it in deep, boy. Fill you with my toxic sperm" "Please, Uncle Nate. You know I'll do anything to get your sperm." Greg grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. "Anything to get your virus." Another hard thrust into him, this time from me. "Anything to get sick," he said. "Anything?" I asked. I knew it was said in the heat of passion, and he probably didn't think it through. All the same, my mind started to race at the possibilities. "You want my pozcum that badly, Greg?" I slid my cock out, leaving just the head in him, taunting him with the prospect of not getting my load. "Anything. Everything. Uncle. I've told you how badly I need this. And how badly I need you to be the one to do it." He pulled me back into him, getting the full length of my cock back inside him, filling him up again. "Fuck Greg. I'm getting close. I can't hold back." I was sliding in and out in his hole, the loads I had already deposited squishing around and the sensation engulfing on my cockhead. "Cum in me Uncle Nate. Shoot in me. Infect me." I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my cock deep into him, and held it there. My balls pulled up and a thick eruption of sperm, semen, and virus pulsed through my cock right into Greg's body. "Take it Greg. Fucking take my load," I grunted. "Thank you, Nathan. Thank you," Greg moaned. Even in the darkness of the hotel room, I could sense the smile on his face. His needs were deep and dark, and I had just fulfilled some of them. "My pleasure, boy," I said. I shoved my rod into him several more times, each one punctuated with another volley of my bodily fluids. He pulled me close, held me tight and started to kiss me. With my cock buried deep in his body and his tongue in my mouth, it was easy to stay connected, even after the passion of the orgasm had subsided. We didn't say anything, but just made out. I was a little shocked at the desires we had both just exposed, Greg's depths of need, and how far I imagined pushing him. I knew he would follow me where ever I lead him, and wondered how deep into the depths of our fantasies I could take him. Or would take him. Underneath me, his heart was pounding inside his young, beautiful body. I was again acutely aware of my job as the elder to mentor and protect him. Once more I had failed at that task. And had enjoyed the failure more than I could express. On the bedtable, my cell phone buzzed and the screen lit up, interrupting my reverie. "Who's that?" Greg mumbled, reluctantly taking his tongue of my my mouth. "Jason," I guessed. I had glanced at the clock, and saw it was now one in the morning, eleven at night back home in California. It was about time for our evening ritual. I had missed it last night, too tired to even think, much less text Jason. I let my cock slide out of Greg's hole. As it fell out, Greg clamped his ass down, making sure that every drop of my deadly juice stayed inside of him. Disentangling ourselves, I grabbed the phone. On the screen was a picture of of his hand, a big load of cum covering it. "I won the coin toss tonight. And had to waste this load. Come home soon, Boo" read the text. I quickly typed back, "Definitely a wasted load. You have NO idea how wasted. Miss you. Love you." We had developed an evening ritual, right around when we needed to take our meds. His text reminded me that I hadn't taken mine. "I need to take my meds," I told Jason. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that," he said. "Can I watch?"