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I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

We spent the morning together, he came back to the house after yesterday he used my hole last when it was sloppy and cummy. he came in and stripped at the door, I was already naked but this time my partner locked my cock in a tiny cage. That got the boy instantly hard since it was the first time he saw it live. We moved downstairs to the play room and then the fun began. I went on sucking him and showing him what a good cocksucker I am taking his 11" thick cock all the way till my nose is buried in his fresh smelling pubes. the he began throat fucking me for a while, starting slow but then he started increasing the pace till I was splashing throat juices all over. then he was all the way in and I could feel the warmth spreading in my belly, he was pissing down my throat like a pro! (He just started with us) when he finished he pulled out for me to taste the last few drops and he had me climb the sling, locked my legs and hands in place and gave my caged cock a few tugs and telling me what a worthless slut I was and how he can do whatever he wanted with me using his big cock. i love how dominant he became after the session we had with my partner!!! Then he teased my hole a bit with a finger, feeling my partners load in me and then started eating my hole like it was his last meal, asking me to push out some of the cum and the he fed it to me while we kissed and snowballed the cum. When he resumed rimming me he used both hands fingers to open me up while digging deeper with his tongue, which always drives me wild! then he got up, decided I had enough rest and shoved his entire cock all the way in. no poppers, no lube, just some of his spit and whatever cum left in me from my partner. oh boy that felt goooooooood!!! We both released a deep groan and I just told to destroy my cunt. and destroy he did, he went from 0 to 160 in a split second and fucked my cunt so hard, it almost felt like I was being used by the fuck machine in the highest setting! he continued that for about 10 minutes straight without stopping, building up a sweat till he collapsed on top and loaded me up with the first load. we were both out of breath but he stayed hard and in me for a couple of minutes before pulling out and feeding me his cock to clean. I saw streaks of pink on it from the hard fuck I just took and just smiled 🐷 Then he went to play with my hole a bit more, to inspect his work and saw that I was gaping and cum was flowing for his huge load. That was when he decided to go the toys section and grabbed the newest and biggest addition, a 13" realistic replica of a cock that fucked me a couple of weeks ago and also became a regular with his equally hung partner oink this time he went gentle, at least at first, and shoved the silicon cock slowly but surely till it was all the way in. Then started pulling out and pushing in till he was able to increase the speed and it was just smoothly going in and out. I was in heaven rolling my eyes from pleasure and my locked cock was leaking cum at this point which he collected, lubed his cock with it and asked if I wanted more. i didn't know what he meant but obviously answered the only thing I can. YES! so he started shoving his hefty cock in together with the dildo making me scream from both the pain and the pleasure he was giving me and I was completely overwhelmed with it all. it's definitely not the first time I was double fucked (or even triple) by huge cocks or fisted but the intensity was just so great I couldn't stop leak cum from my cock. he took the hint and told me what a good slut I was and that he coordinated everything with my partner that was seeing everything through the cameras online and I just smiled and told him to stop being a pussy and fucking use me hard!!! So that's exactly what I got, he increased the pace and with the help of the dildo he just pounded me hard like I was a rag doll. fucking love it!!! this went for a long while till he removed the dildo, rammed his cock several times in me and dumped his second load for the morning. my hole was frothy with cum and a complete gaping mess and he played with it a bit while I cleaned him off again. this time he was able to insert his fist in me while his entire cock was lodged down my throat all the way. i could only moan to encourage him, not that he needed that but then he started releasing another stream of piss in me, only this time he pulled out after a few seconds to give me a taste and to piss some over me which I always love. this boy is definitely turning into a pig! Of course he didn't give me any rest and set up the fuck machine with the same dildo, turned it on making sure it was going all the way in and started controlling the speed. From slow to fast he alternated all while standing next to me watching me moan and feeding me his semi hard cock to nurse in my mouth till it grew back to full hardness! he used the fuck marching on my for what must've been almost an hour till he was ready to fuck again. this time he finally released me for the sling and we went to the bed in the playroom and I was put on my back, folded with my legs behind my ears and with one shove he went all the way in. my hole was a mess and yet I could control my cunt muscles to squeeze him and milk his cock which surprised him a lot! we had a lovely fuck, more like lovemaking for a long while, kissing and grabbing each other all over till he was finally announced he was about to cum again. I just held his ass hard and pulled him in as deep as I could till we both had an intense orgasm and came at the same time, him seeding me deep in my hole and my own locked cock spraying cum between us. we were both covered in sweat and my cum and just cuddled like that while he stayed in me for a bit longer. the he got up and told me he was instructed to plug my hole when he was done and for me to wait till my partner comes back home in a few hours. honestly I was completely overwhelmed and drained by this intense fucking we were having for over 3 hours that I thanked him while he inserted a big plug he found on the wall. we both went to take a shower together and this time I was the one needed to take a piss and he surprised me by dropping to his knees and slurping the piss I was squirting out of my caged cock while some of it he had me piss over his face, hair and body. Oink! It got him hard again and we switched positions, I sucked him hard and he came in less than 5 minutes in my mouth, he pulled out, gave me another piss load before he was drained and we just finished cleaning up and dried each other. We went upstairs to the kitchen, had a quick beer while I ordered us some food cause we were both tired, had a lovely lunch before he had to leave for class and me to go up to the bedroom and collapse on the bed, falling a sleep with a smile on my face and a plug in my hole to keep all the loads he gave me and keep my asslips loose. to be continued for sure!!!

A couple weeks ago a 26yo Midwestern boy down the street hit me up online to eat some Daddy ass. He was all about the body hair, and I was intrigued by his thick, virtually hairless build: solid 6'2" and 230 pounds, blond with almost no body hair, just scant pubes and pit hair. I answered the door in just a black jock, and he pushed me up against the wall lick my pecs and pits before dropping to his knees and spinning me around to lick my hole. I was moaning as he exclaimed "Beautiful fuckin lips, Dad!" and began fingering me. I told him to keep going, and before long with some more spit he had four fingers in me. "Do you want to breed Dad's ass, son?" "Yes, Daddy! Take your boy's seed!" He unfastened his jeans and I turned to see the massive long protruding from his groin. He took a bottle of lube from a pants pocket,, greased his long grinning "10 by 6 to own you with, Pops!" He applied lubed on my hole and fingered it in. I backed my ass up onto the length of his shaft as he pushed me to the floor to mount me doggie-style for about 15 minutes. Then, he laid back on the floor for me to ride his cock to have it grind on my prostate to make me gush precum. He lasted about 10 minutes before creaming my hole. He has given me five more loads like that in the last twelve days , the last time being last night.

Previous post : I go online and announce my lubed and used hole is ready for any anon unloading. There is another hot 24yo Asian twink hosting a cumdump at a hotel in Waikiki on sniffles at the same time and already has 30 invitees… my hopes are shattered on getting any more… after all I’m 56. But the nights young and it’s only 6p and already had 2 so I’m happy…… (more to cum) A hot white guy messages me and asks me how many loads I have. He’s a verse bottom that wants to know when I get more loads. I get an Asian guy about 25 who wants to bring a buddy. He and his buddy, not that big but loved the fact my hole was dripping. One lays down while I suck him, he’s thick but not long. The other is bigger and banging my hole. He cums in me. God it feels good and his friend jumps in and fucks me, and later cums in me. Now I have 4 loads in me. My hole is cummy and wet. I tell the white guy and he cums over like his life depends on it. Sees me ass up face down. He strips and goes down on me. Sticks his face in my hole, slurps my hole and eats all the loads out of my hole. He then sticks his raw cock in me, then eats the cum out and does this until my hole has no cum and fucks me dry until he drops his hot load in me. It’s load number 6. I had 2 other guys cum by and drop their loads. To be honest I was a bit tipsy after my Hawaiian bull 😉 I barely remembered what they were like. I had a good night despite competition.

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

In my opinion there is only one answer to your question: don't cum. Periode. As long as you keep cumming you will never reach the level of a real massive cumdump. You must be deeply frustrated all the time to become the best cumdump you can be. It's not that hard. Just dont touch your penis 😉 Being a cumdump is about determination. It is about priorities. There is one exit though: Make a daily habit out of it. I go to a rest area every day and service all cock available. Going to that rest area every day became a steady habit. Once the habit is strong enough, you can start cumming again. Or you can choose to lock your penis. For me that was the best decision ever. Since I'm locked, my daily cum intake increased exponentially. Good luck!

Jeff had a database of virgins of every body type and ethnicity. His new hobby was going through the steady stream of incoming mail and organizing them into categories. He had an idea. A hot but slightly evil idea and after discussing it with the family he put it onto motion. They all had the first week in December free and Jeff had located an exclusive and very private gay resort on a small Caribbean island. In fact the entire island was part of the resort. He contacted them and they agreed to host the event limiting reservations to only those with a pass code they would be provided. The family including Hank and Jack Ripper, a porn star friend of Buzz’s who was from a famously bareback only studio went through the pictures and letters Jeff had screened and each selected 20 to 30 from twinks, twunks, jocks, sexy nerds, cubs and cubbies. They had decided to start at age 19 to avoid mishaps and proof of age would be required for all selected to attend. During a press conference about an unrelated issue Jef casually mentioned “To all our special fans who wrote to us. Keep an eye on your email. You just might get a response” The next day the emails went out linking a private site: The Holiday Give it to me event One week of giving it up Travel required Proof of age required To be considered please pick your top choices to give it up to You can pick just one or rank all 5 Then a picture of each: Mike, Jeff, Buzz, Hank and Jack with their vital stats Hank was listed as 5 ½ inches beer can thick uncut and Jack as 9 ½ inches tapered cut and you should know the rest of them by now/ Responses came in and each picked their 7 all had a sprinkling of cubs nerds and chubbies in with the others. Jack Ripper picking cubs and chubs exclusively. “Don’t make me quote Sir Mix-a-lot, you can guess why” he laughed in explanation Then the actual invitation went out: Santa invites you to The Holiday Give it up Event 5 tops 35 virgins Come get your Gift This is a no questions asked Bareback event Some of the tops may be HIV positive so consider carefully before attending. No body shaming allowed. You will receive one day of attention from the Top you selected as your number one. During that day your virginity will be taken. No condoms, no pulling out. Click (This Link) to reserve your room. Note: Your rooms and meals are paid for you just have to get here. They had a 100% response rate “The funny thing is that Jack is the only one who’s status is unknown but working for a bareback porn studio most will assume if anyone is poz it’s him. You are a genius Babe” Mike chuckled as they drove to the airport They arrived late the guests would be arriving in the morning. They all went to bed early/ They would need their rest. The next day they all gathered in the inner courtyard “Welcome everyone!” Jeff called out. “In a few minutes each of us will call out their first sacrificial virgin” a chuckle went through the crowd.”If you don’t get picked today don’t worry. Your day will come! I have some sad news though 5 of your fellow virgins could not make it so on the last day you will all have a free for all orgy while we watch! We will probably need a break by then!” Then each top called out the virgin they wanted to start with and they split up to get to popping. Jeff took his to a private gazebo surrounded by a sparkling pool. He was 22 and a college track athlete. He looked like a slimmer Buzz with olive skin and light body hair. He seemed nervous and full of energy. “Come sit here” Jeff said patting a pile of cushions next to him. It took a while of soothing and coaxing. Making out and exploring bodies. Finally Jeff rolled him onto his stomach slowly licking from his tailbone up his spine to the back of his neck as Jeff's body settle above his “It’s time": Jeff whispered as he centered his cock on a virgin hole and pushed forward there was one grunt of pain followed by writhing moans as Jeff slid his toxic cock in and out pounding that spot and making him cum twice before Jeff deposited his tainted seed inside of him. They swam in the pool and relaxed in the sun before a repeat a couple hours later. Jack’s was a chubby 20 year old with a cute face, scraggly beard which Jeff loved and the hugest most beautiful blue eyes. He radiated self doubt with every step, “Why did you pick me?” he asked “Because you are beautiful” Jack replied “Please don’t make fun of me” “I’m not” Jack said walking up to him, putting his hands on both sides of his face and kissing him hungrily. To be honest Jack didn’t know his status and didn’t care. He just had a need to be in this beautiful, damaged man. To show him how beautiful he was. Taking his hand Jack led him back to his room “I have been watching your videos for years, every guy you are with is hot and muscled or a twink with a bubble ass” He said as Jack gently pushed him onto the bed on his hands and knees “That’s my job and I have to take the little blue pill to stay hard most of the time” he started probing his cock between those big round cheeks “No pills today though” he said, pressing his cock to that hole and coaxing it open, little whimpers of pain and pleasure coming from under him. He worked his way in finally bottoming out then just staying there his hand exploring the soft body below him giving words of praise and encouragement as belly and chest were rubbed and hugged. Nipples gently pinched. Jack began to thrust in and out flesh slapping flesh till he filled him with his first load ever making him cum without touching himself. They kissed and cuddle the rest of the day and fucked two more times Hank’s was a short guy who had just missed going to the Olympics for the US as a gymnast. His skin was the color of light caramel, his mom being African American and his dad Mexican/ he had a thin mustache and a big smile. He started calling Hank “Coach” as soon as they were alone. Changing plans Hank lead him to the gym. Things were simple from there. Hank laid on the bench and started pumping iron. The weights so small Hank could pump them all day as his little friend rubbed him down with oil saving his cock and balls for last then he agilely straddled Hank and slowly impaled himself on his cock wincing as the head popped in then bouncing till a groaning Hank filled him with poz seed. They rested a while then Hank laid him on the bench. Bent his flexible body in half shoving roughly into that hole and pounding another toxic load into him. Buzz’s guy was a twink who looked a lot like Jeff. They had chatted online in the days leading up tp the event so they knew what they wanted. He followed the twink to his room closing the door and pressing him face first into the wall “I’m going to take this hole now boy” He growled putting his cock head to it and shoving hard as the twink moaned and grunted in pain not resisting Buzz fucked him like a jack hammer once he was used to it literally lifting his feet off the floor with some strokes pausing to catch his breath then starting again before finally blasting his guts full of the gift Mike had given him (re gifting is a good thing) , The twink fell into bed with him after worn out and panting. Over the rest of the day he found out that cumming five times a day was the norm for Buzz and he was almost limping when he walked back out the door Mike sat by the pool talking to his guy at 26 he was the oldest of the virgins. “Why did you wait so long? You are hot. You should have no trouble getting laid” Mike said “I was looking for love, I just never found it” he replied Mike nodded Sex is a good way to meet people” Mike said “Why don’t you come over here and suck this for a while?” and the oldest virgin there wrapped his lips around the head and shaft “This guy has a lot to learn” Mike thought though he didn’t mind a little scraping from the teeth. “Stand up, bend over and put your hands on the arms of this chair” Mike said The guy complied and Mike spent his usual half an hour working his massive cock into a virgin hole the screams echoing through the courtyard as Mike did his final push” Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck ringing off the walls. Mike let him get used to it than began sliding slowly in and out fucking him for all to see building up speed until he filled the guy with his virus making him cum all over the chair. Later Mike fucked him again on the edge of the pool filling him with more poz cum The first day went just as planned. There small party in the courtyard at witch the first dayers were given a t-shirt that said “I got popped by a star” Jack danced with his new chubby friend all evening and they were seen headed back to Jack’s room hand in hand. The rest of the even went as well as the first day and many many asses were seeded. Jack made sure every one of his virgins got popped but at the end of the day he was back with his original chub and at the final day orgy they were only with each other. Exhausted the family flew home to get ready for Christmas. They were still in the gift giving mood.

Joe, 48, 5’11” and a hardened military veteran, loved LA. It wasn’t cheap for sure, but Joe wasn’t afraid of shabby living conditions if he could do what he loved. Having worked as a cop back in Detroit after his military service, Joe had seen his fair share of violent crime and he was tough - while still figuring out where to stay, he decided to live nightly at the infamous Hotel Cecil in Skid Row. He had a shaved head and was built like a demolition truck, covered in tattoos with arms and pecs like rocks. He had a bit of a belly, but it was hard to notice with how jacked he was. No matter what he wore, he looked like he was going to pop out of his shirt. And he fit right in at first. After all, that’s why he moved here. Back in Detroit, Joe sold his confiscated drugs at hefty prices to dealers and took bribes to let them roam free. During this time, Joe had a sexy Malaysian girlfriend 15 years younger than him and a bunch of babes on the side. New clothes and car. Too bad the city had to snoop their noses into the problem. After losing his job and spending 5 years in prison, Joe lost all his money to gambling and drugs. With no cash, no sex, and no girlfriend, nothing but his pickup truck, he decided to start over somewhere new. Joe came to LA as a criminal. He no longer knew how to do anything other than selling drugs, and he was fucking good at it. He planned to turn into a smuggler, taking cheap crystal from the west coast to sell back in Detroit. One thing about Joe is his open pride in having a fetish for Asians. He had no problem finding them either, and his fellow cops used to tease him for how often the Asian girl at his arm changed. He fucked Asian boys too, but he always kept those anonymous. He’d fuck a boy but never date one. The Asian girls in LA were different. They worth is different here and they had no shortage of hot men (who weren’t broke felons) to turn down. Moreover Joe was getting old but he still only liked fresh younger girls to fuck. He wasn’t used to it, but he was even seen as a creep. Guess it didn’t help that he basically smelled homeless and didn’t know how to approach these women. His ex was a stripper and all he had to do to woo her was pay her a couple grand and let her have his credit card. That’s when Joe dove head first into finding boys. Taking puffs of his bong in his tiny run-down, he constantly browsed Grindr, A4A, bbrt, cams, anything. He bluntly titled his profile “ex military LF Asian bttms” - the crazy thing is, openly objectifying them attracted tons of messages from Asian boys. One Japanese boy in particular attracted his attention. Short, 20 years old, maybe 5’4” in a little thong, stick thin with smooth olive-skinned abs. He had spiky short hair in his pics, which he dyed blonde. His name was Kevin. Joe was obsessed with getting Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin dropped out of school and was kicked out by his family as a teen for doing T. Since then, he’s been arrested for possession and just got out of a brief stint in jail. Since then, he has lived with one of his cell mates in a studio. His dream is to become a pornstar, and Joe loved it. And Kelvin was even more obsessed with Joe. A sex addict who especially loved older white men, Kelvin told Joe he’s everything he dreamed of. ”Daddy I want to be used and abused and whored out like a faggot. Bruise me and violate me and trash me. Will you do that daddy?” “Yes, babe. That’s the only way I like it. Daddy’s wanted a filthy Asian slut to use like a fuck rag for a long time.” After only 2 days of talking, Kelvin was ready to come to Joe’s place. It would’ve been sooner if he wasn’t a flaky tweaker. As the area was dangerous, Joe went to pick up Kelvin from his apartment. Kelvin walked out and was even skinnier than his pictures. Or maybe it was the way he was dressed. Joe whistled and leered at him from behind his shades. Kelvin wore a tight mesh crop top and tiny booty shorts, which dangled to show his dirty black and white jockstrap to the whole city. He opened the passenger door and immediately Joe’s hand was on Kelvin’s bare smooth tight, rubbing and snaking his way up his shorts. Kelvin moaned and took Joe’s muscled hand and guided it down his shorts over his jockstrap. Joe’s hand was huge compared to the boy’s waist. “So sexy,” Joe whispered. “You naturally this smooth?” ”I get waxed,” Kelvin admitted. “Well, make sure to keep doing that faggot. Daddy likes it.” Joe resists the temptation to go further. At this point, he just needed to get back to his place to fuck this cumdump slut as soon as he can. The drive home was dead silent. At the hotel, Kelvin trailed behind Joe cautiously and didn’t speak to him even in the elevator. By the time they got to Joe’s room, they were both in heat. Joe frantically got the key in the door and they both sprawled out onto Joe’s mess of a bed. The sheets were half off, and plenty of drug paraphernalia, dirty clothes, and even some loose cash littered the bed. Kelvin didn’t seem to mind. “This is your place? You live at this hotel?” Kelvin asked. “Or did you get this room?” ”I live here. That good with you?” Joe asked, annoyed that this kid would come in here and comment on it immediately. ”Yeah. I like it here,” Kelvin said suddenly, picking up a sock off the bed and sniffing it. The room was pretty trashed, to be fair. Joe wasn’t going to clean it up for some pussy. Not like Kelvin could leave without him anyway. Joe looked around. Beer cans on the floor. Cigarette ash everywhere. Empty water bottles and energy drink cans. Plastic bags and food packages mixed in there. “Faggot,” he boomed. Just one aggressive word. Joe’s face suddenly turned stern and his eyes became menacing. “You probably get fucked in filthy dirty rooms all the time, don’t you? Just a piece of trash that can be thrown on the floor like everything else in this room. My trash.” Joe pounced onto the bed and locked Kelvin under his body. It was like holding down a piece of paper. ”Daddy...”, Kelvin said weakly. Joe was now aggresssively groping him and thrashing his clothed body against his, furiously and aggressively kissing him. Globs of split splattered all over the boy’s face as Joe licked and kissed him like a wolf eating at its prey. Kelvin could only respond with loud moans. ”Fuck, that tasted GOOD! fucking Asian twink boy SLUT!” Joe was on top of the world. Unlike any girl, Kelvin was eager to put out for a stranger. No wining or dining. He didn’t even have to treat him with any dignity or respect. Lesser men have fucked Kelvin without respect. “let’s get to the good stuff. I know what you’re here for,” Joe said, suddenly springing up. ”Party?” Kelvin said eagerly, reacting like a true addict. Joe grinned. “Hell yeah.” from the floor, Joe grabbed a belt. Then he picked out 2 points from this pocket which he prepped beforehand. “I’ll slam you first, then slam myself. And after that I’m gonna booty bump the shit out of you, we’re gonna take some G, and then we’re gonna popper you up before I rape you. How’s that sound?” Kelvin’s eyes were wide as if Joe had just offered to buy him a car. Joe himself couldn’t help himself from looking pleased. What a bad boy, he thought. He’ll barely be okay with all that and he’s still so excited... ”Are you sure I can do all that?” Kelvin asked. “If it’s too much, just let me know.” ”I won’t. I’ll always want more,” Kelvin said devilishly. Joe roughly and tightly tied the belt around Kelvin’s tiny arm and quickly found a vein. “first time slamming?” He asked at the last minute. ”Nah. Just haven’t in a while.” ”Good. I want this to be almost too intense for you.” As the needle pulled back with a red splash, joe steadily pumped the point into his boy. He took it out expertly, untied the belt, and wrapped it around himself. While he started administering, Kelvin FLEW. He erupted into violent coughs, almost accidentally kicked Joe, and his eyes looked utterly rabid. ”fff FFuck,” Kelvin groaned. Joe finished administering his own point and let the rush overcome him. The room spun, and suddenly the drugged boy in front of him triggered a tsunami of lust and aggression. He couldn’t even gather the G or give a booty bump, he just grabbed the poppers from the pile of trash in the bed and with shaky hands untwisted the bottle. Kelvin was in no shape to do it himself, his head still rolling around and his hands feeling his body, reorienting his sense of touch. He moaned at the feeling of his hands on his body. He gave only a slight nod of acknowledgement as Joe stuffed the poppers under his nostril tightly, pinched the other, and made him breathe poppers. Then another. Then another. by the time he let go of the boy’s nose, Kelvin looked more spun than anyone Joe’s seen in his life. He let out a loud moan, drool leaking from his mouth. “daddy!!! Daddy I... I ffeel...I want” Joe took 2 quick whiffs of the poppers himself before he unzipped his pants, ripped Kelvin’s shorts right off, spat all over his 7” ROCK hard dick and poked his way into that smooth fleshy hole. it’s like he got slammed a second time. Both of them collectively groaned in pleasure. Joe quickly globbed more spit onto his shaft to guide it in. Kelvin was tight, like Asians tended to be, but his hole invited Joe’s dick. It still seemed to hurt him though as Joe slid in all the way balls deep. ”OOOO” Kelvin groaned wincing. Joe spat on the boy’s face and ripped his legs wide. His tiny feet and legs looked like they could break in Joe’s hulkish grip. “you know why i hate Asian faggots like you?” Joe grunted, now tweaking and thinking about nothing besides wanting to hurt Kelvin for pleasure. Kelvin looked at him questioningly, spittle dangling from his mouth. “I hate you because you’re nothing but breeding holes. Just whores meant to be used and abused. You’re the lowest of the low. And you let men like ME,” Joe roared, sudddenly thrusting up Kelvin’s gut, making him scream. “Into your pussy. By the time I’m done with you, no one will want you. Now take my dick!” with that, Joe began pounding recklessly. He mounted Kelvin and drove his dick right into his slender frame, one meaty hand covering kelvin’s mouth to stifle his screams while the other grabbed his ankle. The bed was only big enough for the both of them because Joe’s body almost entirely covered Kelvin’s. For 10 long minutes, Joe savagely fucked Kelvin without a word, spitting on him and gagging him with his fingers. Finally, Joe got up to take off his shirt and jeans as Kelvin just laid panting. “Don’t think you’re done yet. We just got started,” Joe growled, scooping his fingers into his bag of crystals and digging up a few shards. He then lathered on some crisco and eased his fingers into kelvin’s loose hole. He fucked it so roughly his hole was just open now and the entrance even felt like pussy lips. He pressed the crystals against kelvin’s insides and watched the boy groan as the burn hit him. “how do you feel boy?” “So...good...more dick please daddy” ”you want more of this dick, whore? Don’t worry you’ll get more of this dick. I bet I got you flying right now. I’m gonna measure us out some G. Just lay right there. Don’t fucking move.” As Joe rummaged for his G bottle and dropper, he reminisced to the days when he was a cop in Detroit. Back then, he violently fucking drugged up twinks and hot babes almost everyday. And he came in all of their pussies, even the women. Then he’d go back to his hot Malaysian girlfriend and dump his load in her pussy. Back then it would’ve been a headache if he knocked her up. There was no chance of that with Kelvin, so he could breed him as much as wanted without consequence. Joe handed Kelvin his G. Together they clinked their cups and downed the G and Gatorade solution. Joe knew Kelvin would feel a warm rush and dizziness in addition to his wild tweaked up stimulated state in only a few minutes. “I need to take a piss,” Joe said suddenly. “Started Feeling it while we were fucking. Gonna piss inside you whore.” ”Chem piss?” Kelvin asked excitedly. Joe nodded. ”you’re gonna get high off of my piss. Hold it all in when I finish, got it bitch?” ”Yes, daddy. I want all your fluids. I wanna keep them in my pussy and get high off it. Please...Mark me as yours with your dick piss spit and cum.” Kelvin looked at me longingly with his dilated pupils. He was sweaty and stinky now, and so was Joe. ”face down ass up,” I ordered. Kelvin flipped around immediately and perked his hole up. He spread his cheeks apart, his way of inviting men in. Joe stuffed the tip of my dick in and began to unload. A lot of the stream dripped onto the bed but who fucking cares?Joe unloaded a huge bladder full and, to his amazement, Kelvin managed to hold in most of it. “on the ground, legs up,” joe ordered again. Kelvin immediately got onto the dirty carpet, his back grinding into the littered trash. He spread his legs as wide as he could and looked up at Joe with begging eyes. Joe stabbed a finger into Kelvin’s hole and the boy lost control. “oh my god it’s coming out!” He cried as a wave of piss splashed out around Joe’s finger. Joe ripped his finger out, slapped Kelvin hard across the face with his piss stained hand and jammed the finger back in. Joe was so strong he could see his handprint on Kelvin’s face. He’d pull it out over and over, watching the piss rip out of kelvin’s hole as the boy moaned. Not a single complaint from being slapped that hard. Just a Yelp of surprise and pain. “Fucking useless faggot, leaking my piss everywhere. I told you to KEEP IT IN!” Joe roared, suddenly mounting Kelvin again and lining his dick up against the Asian twink’s now red glistening cunt. Piss steadily leaked out from open hole. without mercy, Joe plunged in. At this point, Kelvin was flying so hard he was dissociating. He could only look into Joe’s angry eyes, starved for more fucking, lost in how good it felt to be fucked. Just looking at Kelvin’s pleading eyes made Joe excited. He grabbed a dirty sock off the bed and stuffed it in Kelvin’s mouth. Then he spat on the boy’s face and grabbed the boy’s legs open as he throttled him. the room and all trash on the floor tremored with the force of Joe’s thrusts. Kelvin’s body was jammed against the wall at this point, limbs askew, moaning and groaning loudly behind his sock gag. Joe grabbed the poppers and forced it under Kelvin’s nose. “fuck yeah sniff it nice and deep boy,” Joe muttered. “Nice and deep so you can feel real good while daddy tears you up.” Kelvin breathed DEEP and as soon as Joe twisted the cap back on the bottle, he began fucking savagely. He grabbed Kelvin’s tiny throat with one hand and gave it a squeeze causing Kelvin to squirm and attempt to gasp. Joe grinned. “FUCKING TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! DOES IT HURT? AM I HURTING YOU BOY?” Kelvin only looked at him still gagged, tears welling up but not out of fear - Just out of the overwhelming pain of being smacked so hard and being choked and gagged. Joe began taking his dick all the way out and punch fucking Kelvin, tossing his legs in all different positions to fuck him at different angles. Finally, he could feel himself getting close. he raised his head, the veins on his neck bulging, as he put all his energy Into thrusting as fast and deep as he can. Kelvin screamed and bucked under his thrusts. His dick was definitely pulsing and getting even harder as he got close, driving deeper and deeper like he was trying to tear and break whatever was inside of Kelvin. Deeper and deeper and at this time, Joe’s roars of ecstasy started to Drown out Kelvin’s muffled screams. ”TAKE MY BABIES U FUCKING CUMDUMP SLUT!” Joe rammed and trembled for over 15 seconds, squirting ropes of cum into Kelvin with each final thrust. by the time he pulled out, Joe looked at the disheveled wasted and bruised boy, covered in webs of spit and hand marks all over him, tears and drool leaking, and a gaping pussy with yellowish cum leaking out. The floor was Soaked in piss that Joe had fucked out of Kelvin’s hole by force. Joe was disgusted. without a word, Joe got dressed and started looking at his phone to see if he had any customers. Kelvin laid slumped on the floor for several minutes. Joe didn’t even want to drive Kelvin home. He didn’t want to spend another minute around the boy he just bred. After a long silence, someone knocked on the door. Joe grumbled under his breath and checked the peep hole. It was a black man, tall with a belly and heavily bearded. He looked homeless and was missing several teeth. Joe put his gun in his back pocket just in case and opened the door, not caring Kelvin’s naked and used body still laid in plain sight. “I heard you guys fucking from a couple doors down. Can I have him for a bit? Just a bit?” The man asked in a croaked slow voice. Joe wrinkled his nose. ”how much you paying?” ”I don’t have any money.” ”come back when you do,” he said, closing the door. And that’s when he realized he had more plans for Kelvin. This boy was going to be his slave

I was planning on making a live blog today on my hunt taking loads being face down ass up in our house while my partner is out but there were connection issues here 😞 the good part, I took 17 loads total today and they all used my hole so good! the last fuck (before my partner gets to use my cummy hole when he got home) was the boy, who wanted to try using my hole after it took multiple loads and open wide gaping. All the men that used me first fucked my hole, dumped a load, had me clean their cock tasting the cum and my ass juices, some pissed on or in me and left me till my next visitor repeated the actions. When my partner came home he laid me on the sling, fisted my hole hard, made me push out all the loads for him to play with, fed it to me and then dumped 2 more loads in me before calling it a day.

My sex-flow in Fort Lauderdale Eights day (17 March) I left Key West with mixed feelings because I was surprised. I can’t say that I was disappointed but Key West was nastier in my mind. I thought about Key West that it was the gay paradise but I found it nice but nothing special. Being openly gay is not the privilege of this place and the gay nightlife wasn’t to attractive. I supposed that I won’t be able to choose between several orgies but I couldn’t find any. Maybe I was the lame but TBH the guy with whom we bred each other confirmed that. So my expectations for Fort Lauderdale was higher but mixed with some anxiety. As it was shown later the anxiety was totally unnecessary. Although some guys texted mw as I was leaving Key West but none of them was available right then. So I spent the half of the day in my car driving up to FL. I checked in and headed to the beach but nothing happened. It was late in the afternoon, so I went back to the hotel and started to prepare myself for the night. I decided to make a try with 321 Slammer. It’s needless to say that I was continuously online in sniffies. I found a couple (mid thirty and late fifty something guys) who were looking for a versa who is older than the younger part and younger than the older part. Okay this ad was made for me. I texted them immediately and the older replied soon. He double checked if I was a real versa. I made him sure that I would fuck both of them if they wanted. He gave me the address and I jumped in the car soon and started. 10-15 minutes later I was at their apartment. They lived in a fancy gay or gay friendly resort. The older guy was a silver bear. Nice white beard and solid belly. The apartment also was really cozy. He drove me to the bedroom where the younger guy was waiting for us. He was a hyper sexy hairy, bearded latino. I liked them very much and they liked me very much too. It was visible looking at our shorts where nice tents could be seen. We started to kiss. I love threesome kissing and our hands started to explore each other. The older ( let me call him Ron and as Juan the younger) interrupted the game and stepped back. Do undress ordered us. Then I realised Ron was the boss and maybe he was a dom. while we were undressing he became naked too. Jesus. He had a huge cock. Thick and long. I turned to Juan to check his tool. It was the huge as his husband’s. I almost went down to my knees when Ron gave the next order. Give him the pleasure babe. Juan went on his knees and started to suck me and not much later both of us. After a while Ron said ‘change!’ And I started to suck them. I really had to take care of my gag reflex. ‘Do you like rim?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah it’s one of my favourites.’ He nodded and Juan bent over taking his cock in his mouth and offering his amazing ass. A little but visible practiced pink hole looked at me from the black fur. I started to luck it and fucked it with my tongue deeper and deeper. Finally I was literally eating his ass. Juan was moaning loudly. Ron was continuously commenting what was happening: fuck yeah, eat his ass, make it wet, stretch his hole. And then he said: lube it. I understood. Ron continued: fuck yeah bareback him, fuck this bitch hard, he loves that. And I did. ‘Easy, easy’ whimpered Juan. But Ron stuffed his mouth soon with his cock. Next order: bent him over to the bed. I followed the instructions and continued to fuck Juan. Ron stepped onto the bed above Juan and pushed his cock into my mouth. When it was fully covered with my saliva he came down and stepped behind me. I stopped for a moment but he ordered me to continue and pushed a bit lower and then I felt his cock. He wasn’t slow and I saw stars for a second but then the double pleasure came. Ron bent over to my ears and whispered: do you want to try Juan’s cock too? Sure thing fuck yeah’ I replied. ‘Fuck him babe, but no mercy’. They positioned me to my back, Ron climbed beside me and grabbed my legs, pushed them back and spit on my hole. Juan lubed himself and shoved his cock inside. He started to fuck me mercilessly. I was crying for a minute when Ron stuffed his cock in my mouth again. He worked on my throat, his younger husband on my hole. ‘Do you want Juan to breed you?’ ‘Mhm’ I could answer only this. ‘Breed him’ Feed this slutty hole’ Ron pulled his cock out and pushed it into his husband’s mouth. Later he pulled out too and pushed Juan’s head to me. We started to kiss while Ron climed down to fuck his husband. We who were fucked were moaning loudly. Then Ron came back and yelled at Juan: give it to him. And Juan became faster and harder and louder and then he exploded. He shot in me 5 or 6 huge loads. ‘Do you want to come?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah’. Ron turned to Juan: ‘ fuck out of him’ and then back to me: ‘beat it’. Juan continued to fuck me and I bate my cock like a crazy while I was forced to suck Ron. Then I came covering my chest with a crazy amount of cum. Ron did the same covering my had, neck snd chest. We were all panting. ‘Clean him’ Ron ordered Juan. Juan started to lick all the cums with his tongue. ‘Don’t swallow give it to him, but you also mustn’t swallow it’. ‘Now kiss each other and kiss me!’ Nad we closed the session with a nice snowballing. While I was dressing up they asked my plans and surprisingly they were surprised that I wanted to go to 321 Slammer. They said they had to work next day but they would sleep well after this amazing fun. I left the resort and went directly to the 321 Slammer with a huge amount of cum in my ass. I was curious if I could have sex there or I would leave disappointed. Ron and Juan told me that Sunday nights Slammer is full. According to my experiences, more the people more the picky ones and I don’t like it. It was something incredible I experienced there. It was full but the 80-90 % of the people wasn’t picky. They wanted sex and they got it. Including me. I wish I could record everything right there and right then. But I hardly could realise what was happening with and more precisely in and on me. I fucked at least with 20 guys but all together I had sex with 30-40. It’s needless to say when the first guy’s finger felt the cum in me he wanted to add his own. And it triggered the number which resulted approximately 7-8 doses more. And then I didn’t count the cums I swallowed or got on my body. I had sex with every type of guys. Tall, short, toned, slim, bear and chubby, white, latino, black, asian. Young and older. Top, bottom and versatile. Hairy and smooth. One of my best sex adventure ever. I arrived at 8.30 pm. Started to have sex in 10 minutes and when I checked the time it was 1.30 am. I hardly had breaks. And one more additional turn on for my kinky personality. The 90% of the sex happened in rooms where everything was visible. Having sex while watching others and being watched is one of my biggest turn on. The clear evidence that although I arrived after I had come I bred three guys and came two other’s mouths. I have never could six times come during a sex adventure. When I left the place I was satisfied mentally, physically and emotionally too.

Yesterday at Sauna near to me. I had seen a guy sucking cocks at glory holes , but he had a towel firmly wrapped around him , cute , tight little body and ass. And a little tramp stamp above his ass. Carried on and fucked another couple of random asses. Saw the cute guy again in a mattressed area on his knees sucking a guy laying down, his ass fully exposed. i gently ran my finger along his slightly hairy crack. I was expecting my hand to be brushed away but no , I quickly lubed up a finger with spit and worked it in , no complaints and even a little moan. I started to lick him , long licks to start with - ending up me pulling his cheeks apart and going in deep and wet. As soon as I could feel him relax and loosen I mounted him slowly but firmly until I was balls deep. considering I must have been his first fuck of the day he took it like a champ - backing on to me , moaning and wiggling. iI hadn’t come for a few days so was able to keep rock hand and kept fucking him till I loaded him right up with my hands around his waist pulling him on to my cock so that my load was as deep as possible. A great bb fuck

you have 2 choices imo: 1. live in the moment and enjoy it for what it is. i spent most of my youth primarily enjoying the enhanced orgasm that came w being fucked. i have no idea what stupid label the gay community has for this, but tops were used by me to get off better. 2. if you are serious about flipping the script and becoming a total cunt - practice discipline and restraint. i wear a jock or thong to remind everyone upfront that my dick will not be an active participant in this. sometimes i hold my hands behind my head or back in mock restraint to thwart any urge to touch myself. blindfolds or masks help put me in the mood to just be holes for use. should you go the cumdump route, be aware that it's like all other addictions: the more you get the more you need/crave. you'll leave a hookup's house, his wet load fresh inside you, and immediately start hittin up his neighbors online for your next load. you'll leave the bathhouse dejected that you've only got 2-3 loads up your ass. again, try to live in the moment. you've just screwed around w 6 or 7 different guys in one nite, who cares if only half of them ended up breeding you. otherwise the disappointment that you weren't fucked "enough" will only snowball.

Part II: Encore Performance As I lay there in a daze, the lights dimmed. I vaguely heard the audience cheer. My bear slipped out of me; I felt his cum dribbling from my ass. He helped me up and held my hand as he led me off stage to more applause, the cheers led by Beth, Peggy, and their friends. In the dressing room the other performers crowded around to tell us what an amazing show it had been. I dressed slowly, still trying to process what had just happened, knowing my entire life had changed in the past hour. I was still wearing my wife’s watch and her engagement ring. I glanced at my cell phone and saw that my wife had texted me. I read the message: “DON’T COME HOME.” I sat there. Of course I couldn’t go home – we were done. But what was I supposed to do? My bear came over and sat next to me. He wrapped his arm around me. I showed hm the message. “You can come home with me. I’m Dave, by the way.” “I’m Andy,” I said. And then we both laughed because the whole place knew my name after the performance. Dave called us a ride and we held hands on the way back to his apartment. Once there he made us coffee. He told me that our coupling on stage was probably the hottest sex he had ever experienced. “Mine, too,” I said with a smile. From there it was a short distance into his bed where he fucked me again, this time mounting me from behind, pushing me down, and laying atop me. Of course, it was bareback – it didn’t occur to me to ask him to wear a condom. I was still wearing Beth’s jewelry, which looked so pretty and natural on me as I clutched the pillow. I whispered to him, “This is what I’ve always wanted.” Dave picked up the pace. I was stuffed full of his cock and felt an orgasm welling up deep inside me. I didn’t know whether it was from his thick tool hitting my prostrate or my cock rubbing the sheets, but it was an incredible sensation. I loved being a bottom! I exploded in an amazing climax, my cock pulsing as cum came out in waves. I turned my face to Dave and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his orgasm moments later as he groaned into our kiss. The rest of the night we alternated between sleeping and fucking. In the morning, I woke him with a long blow job, tasting my ass on his cock. When he came, I did my best to swallow every bit, but some ended up on my beard. I loved the taste. We showered together. At breakfast, Dave invited me to stay as long as I wanted. I texted Beth again to ask how she was. Maybe on some level I thought she would accept me as, well, her gay boyfriend and confidant. She answered at once: “WE’RE DONE. YOU’LL HEAR FROM MY LAWYER. I replied, “I need some things like clothes.” “OK. BUT I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU. SEND YOUR BOYFRIEND. LOL.” Dave agreed to go to our house and collect what I needed. I told him to return the watch and ring. But when he came back to the apartment with a couple of suitcases, he told me that she had refused to take back the jewelry. “She said they looked better on her faggot husband. Your wife seems to be a real homophobe.” “I think she’s fine with gay men,” I replied. “She just doesn’t like having a gay husband.” *** I moved in with Dave, and we were soon in love and making plans for a life together. We had lots of bareback sex; I always bottomed for him. On the weekends he went back to perform at the club. The stage sex was simulated, so when he came home he would wake me to discharge all his pent-up male sexual energy in my ass. We didn’t sleep much. My wife and I texted occasionally. We both had lawyers to work out details of the divorce. One day, as we were texting about the spit, she messaged me, “BTW, I’M DATING SOMEONE.” I guess I was a little surprised that she had moved on so quickly. But I had, too. Then she added, “WE’LL SEE YOU SOON.” I didn’t know what she meant, but no more messages followed. A couple of days later, the director of the Theatre called me. (Dave had given him my number.) “Hey, Andy, would you like to make an encore appearance. I have a special request from someone who saw you that night.” I thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure. Would this be a simulated show or the real thing?” “Real,” he said. “Very real, but different. You would be gang-banged on stage.” As what he said sunk in, I realized the idea was turning me on. Watching a lot of gay porn, I had started to fantasize about being fucked by a group of men. “And you’ll get paid. $5000.” At the moment, facing divorce and needing money, that was a lot. “I didn’t know you paid that much.” “Oh, we don’t. We couldn’t afford it. But the person who requested you come back offered to pay.” How could I say no? I would live out a sexual fantasy and earn as much in one night as I earned in a month at my job. I told him I would do it. “Great. One more thing. The sponsor insists that you wear that woman’s wristwatch and the diamond ring again. Also, you need to paint your nails with bright red polish, real trampy.” The requests seemed odd, but I agreed to all of it. I wanted the money and I wanted the sex. We were on for the next Saturday night. Dave got the bright idea that I should shave all my body hair for the performance. “You’ll look more effeminate when all those studs are having their way with you.” He helped me reach the spots I couldn’t. *** Saturday arrived. I was so nervous it wasn’t easy to do my nails, but I managed it. I slipped on Beth’s watch and ring. As I gazed at myself in the mirror – smooth, slender body, the red nails, pretty jewelry – I reflected on how much I had changed in such a short time. Dave came up behind me, rubbed his hands along my bare arms, and nibbled my neck. I could feel his erection through his pants. “Better save that for later, sweetie,” I murmured. “I have big plans first.” We hopped into an uber for a ride to the club. This time we went in by the back entrance. In the dressing room were four men I hadn’t seen before. They were different, older, some not in good shape, but all physically much bigger and more masculine than me. All wore leather. I noticed that some had poison symbol tattoos above their dicks. “This is Andy,” the director said. They eyed me like a piece of meat, which I suppose I was. I started to undress, still conscious of their stares. The director approached me with a small backpack. “Tonight’s sponsor requires you to wear what’s in this.” I opened it and was shocked. Inside was a black dog collar and leash, a slinky black lace teddy, and black high-heeled shoes. “Do I have to dress up like this?” I asked the director. “If you want the $5K, yes. And Dave, you will walk Andy on stage, holding his leash.” Dave didn’t seem surprised about any of this. I began to wonder if maybe he knew more about the whole thing than I did. The director handed me a release which I signed quickly without reading. I followed the director’s instruction about what to wear. I didn’t really want to look at myself, but there were too many mirrors in the dressing room. Everywhere I turned, I saw myself, a feminized sissy. Quite cute. The sort of faggot a top would enjoy using for a mindless fuck. I could only imagine what my wife would have said. The other men made rude comments about what they were going to do to me. I found myself both embarrassed and excited. “One more thing,” the director said, “As the release says, we’re filming tonight’s show.” “Wait. No. I don’t want to be in a porn film all over the internet.” “No worries, Andy,” he said. “The sponsor wants it for private viewing only. You’re protected.” I was relieved. So much was happening so fast I couldn’t think clearly. Fortunately, Dave was by my side, reassuring me that everything would be fine and I was in for the time of my life. “Show time,” the director announced. “Tops on stage first.” I could hear the crowd applauding and cheering. The director went on stage and spoke into a hand microphone: “Good evening. Let’s welcome back by popular demand our special guest star…Andy!” With that, Dave led me on stage by the leash. I walked carefully in the high heels, one foot in front of the other the way my wife did, and it gave me a rather feminine wiggle. I kept my eyes down. I could feel myself blushing. The stage lights made my diamond ring sparkle and my red nails seemed more vivid. I saw the other men, clad in leather, pumping their cocks. Loud applause showered down on us. Dave led me to a long ottoman at center stage pointed at the crowd and told me to kneel on it on all fours. “Face the audience, Andy, and look up.” I did and my eyes widened. Directly in front of me, no more than six feet away, sat Beth, holding hands with a man I recognized as her former lover Phil. Next to her sat Peggy and her husband. They were giggling and whispering to each other, pointing at me. As I looked to either side, I saw a number of her other girlfriends, some who had been at the last show and others who hadn’t. I felt totally humiliated. I closed my eyes, wishing I could be any place else at that moment. And then it hit me: Beth was the sponsor! She was paying to see me fucked on stage by a group of HIV-positive men. And she would have the video. The audience went quiet. The room was tense with anticipation. As I was processing the whole thing, I realized that Dave had started lubing my ass. The first stud, a handsome older bear with a thick grey beard and a beer belly mounted the ottoman behind and pressed the tip of his cock against my hole. My sphincter, well-trained by Dave’s cock the past few weeks, welcomed the intruder. I shut my eyes and gasped. This cock was thicker than Dave’s. I felt the familiar burning sensation for a moment and then the warmth and fullness overwhelmed all other sensation and all thought. I was now simply a fuck toy for other men to use, and I loved it. I opened my eyes to see Beth staring at me. I could see contempt in her cold eyes. She was enjoying my humiliation – and I was excited in turn by her disdain. My first top grabbed my hips and began plunging in and out at a faster pace. I heard high-pitched “ah!” vocalizations and realized they came from me. His balls slapped loudly against mine. It took just a few minutes until I heard the deep grunt of a man about to release his seed and then felt him erupt inside me. Beth, Phil, Peggy, and everyone in the audience cheered loudly. Peggy led the cries, “More! More!” Top number two approached. Dave called out, “Let’s give them a side view.” Together they swung the ottoman 90 degrees. Dave came around in front of me and waved his cock a few inches from my mouth. I grasped his dick and began to suck it. As I did so, the second top mounted me from behind and shoved his rod into me in one forceful motion. I grunted a loud “ummph!” as he did, the only sound I could make with Dave’s cock in my mouth. The audience could see me taking cock at both ends and roared approval. I heard Peggy’s voice above the noise as she shouted to Beth, “Your husband is such a slut!” I sensed that Dave was getting close. He gripped my head in both hands and fucked my mouth rapidly, then pulled out to shoot a huge load across my face. He leaned down to wipe his cum into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked his fingers clean. More applause. Meanwhile, top number two was reaching his peak, thrusting in and out rapidly until he erupted deep inside me. More delicious wetness! More audience cheers! I was really getting into it, being a wanton cum dump in front of a hundred people, including my wife and her friends. I turned to another leather-clad stud with a thick gray beard and signaled with my finger that I wanted him. “Ready for another cock in your cunt, boy?” he said loudly. He ordered me to turn over. I lay there on my back and pulled my legs up and apart. I turned my head to look at Beth. I wondered what she must be thinking. Was she embarrassed to have been married to such a pussy boy and not have realized sooner that he was gay? My train of thought was interrupted by the sensation of another thick cock entering me. I was pretty loose now so there was no pain or burning. Top number three simply slid deep into my ass without resistance. My eyes rolled back in my head as I delighted in the sensation of being so well lubed by cum that a top could enter me as easily as I used to slip into Beth’s cunt when she was aroused. The third guy pulled my legs into his shoulders and bent them back into my chest as he fucked me. Now I could see my black shoes, the stiletto heels pointing at the overhead lights. I gripped my top’s thick arms and held on as he pummeled my butthole. Once he slipped out and I reached between us to guide his cock back to the puckered point of entry. In one thrust he was in me so deep I could feel his wiry cock hairs scratching my smooth butt. He roared loudly as he orgasmed, then stayed inside me as his cock pulsated for several minutes. When he finally pulled out, I felt warm cum dribbling from my ass and pooling beneath me. There was one stud left – a tall, heavyset black man with a long, thick dick. I guess I had saved the best for last. By now I was trembling, both exhausted and excited. Top number four approached as I lay there on my back, breathing hard. I pulled my legs up and apart. He entered my ass smoothly and without meeting any resistance and in seconds was buried deep inside my cum-filled ass. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he ordered. I did as I was told and suddenly found myself lifted off the ottoman, impaled on his cock as he supported me with his powerful arms and legs. He began to fuck me standing up. I heard people say “Oooo!” and “Look at that!” He stood up and pivoted easily so my back was to the audience. They could all see my top’s black cock inside my hole as he began to thrust slowly. When he slid out, his cock was covered with cum and lube for all to see. It was even better as he poured back into me because the crowd could see him penetrate me inch-by-inch. Most of the audience was watching with rapt attention and applauding. Then my top turned around so I was facing the audience with my arms and legs wrapped around him. I saw my dainty hands as I gripped his thick arms. In the lights my diamond ring glistened. I remembered the moment I had slipped it on Beth’s finger, thinking she would wear it forever and how sexy it was. I glanced at my girlie watch and saw that I had been performing (if you could call it that!) for more than an hour. My top looked at me and kissed me deeply. His breath tasted of cigarettes and beer. So raunchy, and I loved it. When our lips parted I found myself looking directly at the front row. There was Peggy and her husband clapping and Phil cheering. Beth just sat there, her arms folded across her waist, giving me an icy stare, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk. She was enjoying my humiliation. But so was I. I was so aroused that the pressure of my cock on the fourth top’s big gut propelled me to another orgasm. As I felt it building in my cock, I kept my eyes locked on Beth’s until I went over the edge. The clenching of my ass on my top’s cock brought him to a peak, too, pistoning rapidly in and out as the crowd roared their approval. For the next few minutes, I was in a daze. I felt my top lay me down on the ottoman and pull his cock from my ass, and more cum ooze out. I could feel that my ass hadn’t closed. I vaguely heard the director thank the crowd and the stage lights dimmed. I was shivering with spent passion. I felt Dave come up next to me and wrap his arm around me as I leaned into his embrace. Then I became aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up. It was Beth. She looked at us and said, “Thanks for your help, Dave.” “No worries,” he answered. “I know Andy needs the money after the divorce.” "Take care of the little faggot,” she sneered. “He’s where he belongs now.” She turned her back to us, walked down the steps, and left with her new boyfriend, Peggy, and the rest. Dave looked at them and muttered simply, “What a bitch.” I just said, “I guess she really does hate gay men.” *** A couple of days later I became very sick with flu symptoms. Dave took me to get tested and of course the results were positive. I was happy because the timing meant he was the gifter. As soon as I recovered, he proposed to me and we started planning our wedding. After all, I already had the engagement ring. So the story has a happy ending. Well, almost. A couple of months later, Beth and I finalized our divorce. Of course, knowing about the video, I really couldn’t contest anything, so she took me to the cleaner, as they say. When the papers were signed, I texted her to ask that she return the video. “WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD, SISSY-BOI.” “What do you mean?” “I’VE ALREADY POSTED THEM ON EVERY GAY PORN SITE I COULD FIND!”

Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.

All kinds of filthy talk can escape my mouth while rutting, but never anything that could be interpreted as demeaning. I much prefer to build a boy up to his potential, rather than consider him as something less than, and to me, the word "bitch" carries a demeaning connotation. I try never to reinforce anything that could be considered negative behavior. A bottom reveling in his Lusts for raw Cock up his gut, taking loads, one after another after another deserves reinforcement, maybe even praise, if the bottom is particularly craven. To me, language matters.

I always try for being blindfolded. My body get super sensitive to touch. Got to try blindfolded and tied.. My body goes crazy when I can't move and see and all of a sudden feel hands touching .. The anticipation of being fucked is amazing

That had to be so exciting!

My friends that have done porn and gone on to bigger n better things made me realize one thing… do what u need to do and never regret it life is different for each of us n who am I to say anything about how u lead yours live love n be the best u can be

Key West is a tourist town so the sex available is determined by the day of the week and who happens to be in town. Fort Lauderdale has a huge gay community, many of whom moved there specifically for the sex. It gets a lot of tourists as well, but there is a solid core of residents that are looking to play so it’s much more reliable if you’re looking for a sex vacation.

I think I was thinking of the conviction itself (which is the only thing that really matters).

I took my last load(s) in a motel bathroom where I was stripped and cuffed to the plumbing. I am in a blackmail-control situation and am being made to do this whenever I travel for work.

“We really don’t need them” Jeff said to Mike. “Your contract was only for the one album and mine is up in 30 days. The only thing they do for us that we can’t do as well is distribution of hard copy formats and we could contract that out or just go completely digital” “It’s the same with the studio. Now that I’m done shooting the sequel.” Jeff added They had sat down with their money manager/financial planner to review where they were financially. If neither of them ever earned another dime besides the royalties that already had coming in they could not spend it all in three life times. “We also Don’t have anything left to prove” He was rich in his own right without Jeff, though they mostly combined everything now.. Mike had three Grammyphones and Jeff had a total of five from this year and before. Mike had been approached by a five time Tommy winning director/producer and now the songs from the album along with several more he had written as a boy and young man were being adapted into a Broadway musical as well. “”I don't want to retire but I’m tired of having to ask them when I want to do something. They could have turned me down when I brought your music to them. I never want to be in that position again. Besides they don’t really care one way or the other about Gay Issues. It’s just fashionable and profitable to be on our side now” “What do you think of this offer?” Jeff asked It was from a smaller company wholly owned by two gay men. They didn’t have the global reach of the current company and they were not offering as much up front but they were offering a much higher percentage of sales, complete artistic control and they had some interesting and unique marketing strategies. “We want to do Gay Music for Gay People and if the rest of the world likes it all the better” the offer concluded “I like the offer and the thought of total artistic control” Mike said “I will have the lawyers check them out then” Jeff said A couple months later they signed with "Rough Rider Records" and got to work. Their first single. "Give it to me", got banned from radio play in several southern states so naturally it went viral. It’s throbbing beat and more than suggestive lyric playing in every dance club and gay bar on earth and the video breaking “MeTube” quickly becoming one of the most viewed in history featured Jeff and Mike in black and white on a white stage dressed in leather and latex and not bothering to hide the bulging attributes in Mike’s pants on the special “Adult cut” you could only see on adult sites. The Lyrics went: (Billy) I want you. Young and fresh Teach you sins of the flesh Take you. Make you, set you free Blow your mind, Give it to me (Mike) Pretty boy on your knees Open wide. I won't say please Taste me. Touch me, You’ll believe That you should Give it to me (Billy) Find True love? Aww that’s sweet. His first too? It won’t be First time? Be mine. In the sheets Chaste no more. Give it to me (Mike) You should now. No don’t think It’s not love, It’s just kink Be safe? Bareback? We will see Take a risk, Give it to me (Both) It’s your choice, Yes or no There’s no wrong way to go Live life, Be all You can be Take control, Give it to me “Are you really going to release a song about taking someone’s virginity?” Buzz asked when they played it for him. “Mike wrote it and he’s an expert wouldn’t you say?” Jeff laughs slapping the larger man on the ass “This is true” Buzz said with a grin Mike’s hometown had exactly one hotel. A 45 room retreat for hunters and fishers that while rustic in decoration was one of the best rated small hotels in the country. The next nearest hotel was 70 miles of twisting mountain roads away. Somehow Jeff managed to book all 45 rooms for a month “To make sure we have rooms for all the guests”. Then he had mercilessly dragooned everyone they wanted there into promising they would be. Hank and Buzz would be in the wedding and the entire offensive line who were frequent guests at the house tagged along. Luke and Cathy came up to the hotel after Jeff quashed the idea of a camping trip. If it did not involve air conditioning Jeff was NOT camping. Cathay and Jeff became instant best friends and fell to wedding planning. The kids played by the lake shore with seven hulking football players acting as life guards and diving platforms. Luke sat in a lounge and said “Come here” to Mike who, shaking a little, sar as instructed in front of Luke leaning back against him as Luke wrapped him in his arms holding him close. Cathay looked over catching Mike’s eyes nodding with a warm smile. “I wish I had had the balls to do this when we were younger. I’m not sure either of us were mature enough then. You do feel good in my arms though” Luke said kissing his hair Mike searched back through his memories “You know? This is all I ever wanted from you. I have never once had a sexual fantasy about you. I just wanted you to hold me and love me” and something that had been broken in Mike for a long time started to heal. “I’m glad to hear that” Luke laughed “Remember I saw you in the gym shower. Even if I swung that way there is just no way” Mike heard Cathy giggle and ask Jeff “Is he really that big?” “You have no idea” Jeff replied “ But this feels right, something that should have always been. I’m going to store up holding you as much as I can while you are here” Luke said “I need it as much as you do” Mike glanced over at Jeff and Cathy who had identical expressions on their faces. Smiles and tears then he felt a wet drop on his shoulder and realized Luke was crying too. Luke and Mike talked for several hours catching up on everything then Mike heard a voice say “Michel Henry Baxter, This is all very sweet but don’t you think it’s time you introduced me to your husband?” Only one person in the world ever used his full name. “Mom!” Mike said scrambling to his feet and hugging her tight “Don’t break my ribs Son” She said laughing “You must be Jeff, well of course you are it’s not like I have not seen your picture all over everywhere for years” “Hello June. it’s nice to finally meet you in the flesh” They had talked on the phone a few times but had never met. “I thought you were in France! Is Raoul here?” Raoul was the French man she had married after leaving his father. After Mike had grown up they had moved back to his home “No but he sends his best wishes. I do have to tell you your father is in town staying with Garry.” she said with a frown Mike blanched “What is that asshole doing here?” “I’m not sure. I saw him driving in out in front of Garry’s house” she said “I hope he does not think he is coming to the wedding. He is NOT invited” Jeff said hotly. He knew why Mike hated his father. “He would only show up to cause trouble” Mike said “Probably,” June said. She had left the man over his treatment of her son “Any way. On to happier things" and she sat down with Cathey and Jeff, the three as thick as thieves “Cathy is incredible” Jeff said that night in bed after they made love “Not many women would let their husband hold another person like that, so intimately” “”You are just as incredible for allowing it Babe” Mike said kissing him “I have more practice seeing you with others though Luke is the one person I would prefer you never sleep with. He’s the only person I think you love as much as you love me.” Jeff said honestly “In a totally different way maybe” Mike admitted “And I love you more. I survived without Luke I don’t think I could without you” “Good answer” Jeff murmured kissing his husband back About a week later Mike was taking Jeff into the local diner to treat him to “The best sandwich in the world” in his opinion not reacting in any way as they walked past his father sitting in a booth “You’re not even going to say hello?” came the voice from behind them Mike kept walking but Jeff’s hand on his arm stopped him “You have to deal with him. I prefer it not to be at the wedding” and he guided Mike back both of them sitting across from the man “Hello Melvin” Mike said “I’m your dad, can you at least call me Mel?” the man said, wincing. Melvin was short and stocky with a pot belly. He could not look less like Mike if he tried “What do you want?” Mike asked “Son, I have been so wrong, I never meant to hurt you" “Bullshit” Mike said “You spent my entire childhood telling me I ruined your life. Who tells a 5 year old that he had had a paternity test done to make sure I was his?. That my mother was a slut who trapped him into marrying her because of me. If mom had not dumped your ass the first time you hit me I probably would have killed you by now. Every time I saw you after that you bitched about your child support and you spent my teen years calling me a dirty little fag” “I was jealous!” Mel snapped “From the day you were born your mother loved you more than she loved me! I could tell even as a baby you were going to be better looking than me! Then you turned out to be gay and you just went with it like it was something to be proud of! You didn’t have to pretend tp be someone else and marry some girl to make your parents happy! I’m sorry! You have to forgive me eventually though” “No he doesn’t” Jeff said calmly “You have to forgive me is something bad parents say to wipe away what they did and evade the consequences. You were the adult. You knew better. You took your petty little feelings on someone who could not defend himself. Now you are implying that you are gay but that just makes it worse.” “Why don’t you let my son speak?” Melvin shot back “He’s pretty much expressing my feelings Melvin” Mike said coldly “Then there is the question of why now? You have years to try to make things better. Why now? I know you traveled quite a long distance to be here now when you knew Mike would be in town. I have had my people look into you occasionally since I met Mike. Could you be here because your son is a wealthy man now? Maybe because you owe some very nasty people a lot of money? Maybe you think your wealthy son can make your life better?” Melvin looked stunned “How did you know that?” “We have good people Melvin” Mike said “They are going to kill me” Melvin said “How much does he owe?” Mike asked Jeff and Jeff told him “Wow we spent more than that on jet fuel last month. Let’s go get you that sandwich” and he stood walking towards the counter. “Wait! Are you going to help me? This is apparently chump change to you!” “If I had those guys number I would call and tell them where you are” Mike said over his shoulder. “I’ve got it!” Jeff said as he followed Mike “Maybe you should leave town Melvin” Mike was right, it was the best sandwich in the world. Mike and Jeff more or less behaved themselves in Mike’s home town, Hank and Buzz didn’t. There were about 6 guys in their early 20s ti 30s who hung out at the lakeshore. Over the month they were there all six ended up being the meat in a Hank and Buzz sandwich. Each convinced that he was the only one. They would breed Hank and Buzz would breed them. That was the deal. One day they had four of the six guys in bed at various times. The wedding took place on the last day of summer. That high in the mountains the trees were already turning and the evenings had a cold chill in the air. Mike stood looking at the man who had so totally changed his life wondering how he had gotten so lucky. Jeff returning his gaze echoed his thoughts. They said their vows over the soft sound of both moms crying before everyone in the world who mattered to them. Laughing latter as Jeff’s drunk dad flirted with a straight but very polite offensive lineman. Mike’s father was conspicuously absent. Jeff and Mike flew Mike’s mom home and spent a week in the south of France (That adventure coming in a future chapter) then returned home to find bags and bags of mail in the front foyer. “What’s all this?” Mike asked Jeff looked at a few “Apparently its letters from fans wanting to ‘Give it to us” Mike groaned

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

@mattg - Austin Shadows is now a grandfather and he won't be coming back to porn. He hated the way he was treated in the industry. I won't post his real name for fear of being banned but I met him in 1997 before he was with TIM (and Christian, and Dawson, etc), but producers told him "_you have big ears". Now, since when did big ears become a deciding factor as to who is selected to appear in porn AS A TOP (which ihe was in real life). Let's just wish him well okay?

I find this post rather amusing. May I ask what you were expecting. This is the US, sex is everywhere. We don't have manners here, we just bluntly ask - "do you want to fuck"?

Took 2 loads Friday. First guy from sniffles invited me over to his place. He said I needed to get there quick as he had stuff to do and didn’t have much time. 10 minutes later he has me ass up on his couch with my head shoved in a cushion and fucks me deep and hard for about 10 minutes before blowing his load deep inside me. as I am driving away, I get another sniffles message from some random guy asking if I am taking loads. Of course I respond yes an 5 minutes later I am bent over in a park bathroom with him balls deep in me. Between him and the guy before I had cum dripping down my crack the rest of the day.

VIII. Surrender What a difference an hour makes. A haughty man, of proud nature and imposingly mature physique, had been humbled – his muscular resistance crumbling to the irresistible allure of the Brothers’ insistent sexuality. The “reverend” was changing religion tonight – his false Christianity no match for the power of the Brothers’ creed. For the Dark One captures men’s souls by first seizing their cocks. The unwilling Recruit, newly resigned to his fate, stood facing the High Priest in a posture of defeat – shoulders drooping, eyes cast downward, wincing with each crescendo of the Initiation Chant that swelled once again through the ancient arches and pillars. The man’s impressive cock, which had responded so resoundingly to the ritual attentions of four alluring young Acolytes, was cowed and shriveled, shrinking back as if to hide in the folds of his pendulous scrotum. The Brothers recognized this reaction – not unusual in the initial phases of a Conversion, when a man still recoils from his inevitable Transformation. Not all recipients can be of the rare breed that eagerly seeks and praisefully embraces the Gift. While there is a special pleasure for the Brotherhood in inseminating willing recipients, even those who initially rebel will come in due time to acceptance and joy. The Brothers, for all their power to conquer, are merciful, and do their best to put a new Initiate at ease, whatever the circumstances. This man was alone among strangers, and as such the four Acolytes who had seduced him were the closest he had here to friends. Hence they now assumed their role as patrons and sponsors of his Baptism – godfathers, to use the Christian term. They flanked the man, two on each side, offering a tender hand on a shoulder, a gentle stroke of the back of the neck, a soft word of encouragement. He still bristled but it was clear that their touch brought him a measure of comfort. The five stood facing the altar as the Priest recited the familiar liturgy, demanding the Initiate’s assent to ascend to Membership, renouncing his former Status and embracing the Insemination that would forever mark him as a Man of the Blood. Here began the Ritual of the Test, which the reader will remember from Chapter I. It proceeded in much the usual fashion – the swabbing of the man’s saliva, followed by the twenty-minute interval during which he was to pass the time by swallowing Brotherly cock. His four young companions played their role with compassion, allowing him to approach cocksucking in the prim and tentative fashion typical of a man new to homosexual acts. The man’s metamorphosis to full-fledged slut would come soon enough. It must be admitted that the two Guards committed a slight breach of protocol, presenting their own cocks, gently but insistently, for the man to taste – for the brutal intimacy of their earlier struggle to subdue his valiant resistance had inflamed in them a powerful desire to possess him. Despite himself, the man welcomed their presentation, gobbling (if that word can be used for his fumbling, novice technique) their formidable endowments while the four Acolytes stood patiently aside. The time elapsed in due course and the Swab revealed its tidings: HIV-negative, an expected but not inevitable result (for those men who rage most insistently against the evils of Infection often enough harbor a hypocritical secret). The Priest, assured that the man’s blood was pure and prepared for Sacrifice, administered the final Oath. "Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up thy Status in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" A hush fell upon the hall as the chorus abruptly halted its insistent chant. A lengthy pause – how many minutes cannot be said, for time seemed suspended as all held their breath in anticipation. "I do," uttered a small and chastened voice. The Chapter Room erupted in cheers and applause – startling the Recruit and prompting the Priest to raise a chiding hand. The Brothers regained their composure and resumed the chant. Now his companions left his side and the man stood alone and naked before the altar. With a nod from the Priest, a burly Brother stationed in a shadowy corner of the Sanctuary engaged the winch that lowered the Sling to its anointed place. He stepped momentarily to its foot to make a trial thrust of his crotch, ensuring that the device was at a comfortable height for fucking. Taking their cue, a scrum of Brothers broke their ranks and surrounded the Initiate, raising him to their shoulders with hearty cries of “Congratulations!” He was hoisted into the Sling and, with a faint show of feigned struggle, strapped down. He watched wide-eyed as the Priest approached, knelt, spat on his anus and thrust his turgid tongue deep within, endowing it with a slick, viscous coating. All the while the Novice Brother, still basking in celebration of his newly achieved Status, had been intently watching the proceedings from his place of honor. Abandoning the pretense of modesty, he allowed his robe to fall open, displaying his cock, already at a pinnacle of throbbing erectness – and the proud new Biohazard that seemed to glow with its own inner light, a searing symbol of the young man’s new potency. The Priest nodded in his direction and he rose and approached the Sling to fulfill his duty. The young Brother’s body, seized by a power beyond his control, lurched of its own accord toward the fresh, exposed rectum. His cock, as if wrenched by the Dark One’s own hand, bore into the warm, moist hole and found its home deep within. The Initiate, gripped at first in terror, was shocked at how naturally his body opened to welcome the unfamiliar sensation of penetration. In mere moments the Novice was overcome with a supernatural spasm and a river of bliss poured up from his toes and down from the top of his head, flowing through his body and rushing out of his cock, bestowing the most bountiful ejaculation of his young life and overflowing the guts of the surrendered man. The Anointment that the eager young man offered that night was a coveted treasure: freshly poz semen with a viral load of more than two million. This first fuck by a newly infected Cock is the pinnacle of power. The supine man gave a glimmer of recognition that he had undeservedly been bestowed with a rare blessing, and his face betrayed for a moment a flash of peace and gratitude. Meanwhile the Novice, spent from his ceremonial duties, staggered back and withdrew his manhood, collapsing into the arms of the Acolytes. The Ritual had reached a climax, but the night was far from over. For the Initiate now faced a terrifying but exquisite trial, one he must endure alone. Without so much as a chant, the Brothers formed their lines and retreated from the chamber. The Acolytes extinguished the torches as they withdrew. The final steps echoed up the stairs and the heavy door slammed shut, its iron lock clicking home. The sanctuary fell into a deep blackness. As he lay alone in his bonds, the man’s heart pounded. He felt a low rush as the room took on a dank and stifling air – with an unmistakable hint of sulfur.

Not my strongest effort. I may have to break this off into another forum if the lady-folk get involved. Would you guy likes to read that? We left that afternoon noticing several pictures of Jason with another couple. WE dug a little deeper and found out they were a “throuple”, and Jason was fucking them both on a regular basis, and was part of a swingers group that met on a regular basis with mens outings. They often invited outsiders to play. We immediately volunteered. Our “seed” was getting planted deeper and deeper around town. After that Saturday afternoon with Jason. I found myself spending more time with Jason alone at the request of Amy. In reality, I did not mind, with him having an 8 inch cock and all and within a few weeks. The inevitable happened, he came down with the “fuck flu”. It was so hot to suck his cock and take his deadly seed while he was burning up with fever and shaking with the chills, but his sex drive was so strong. He just had to fuck one more load into me. I tried to assure him that he just had a bad case of the flu, but he insisted on going to the clinic on campus. Once he was there they gave him a full panel of test and within the hour. He was given the news he was poz. He took it rather well. He was told there was a rash of new cases with several strains. He had the dominant or parent one and he was asked for a list of his sexual partners. He glanced at me, and with a wink he told them he had several anonymous high-risk encounters and he was sure it was one of them. The doctor, a hot young intern, chided him a bit, but when no one was looking slipped us his card with a note that read, “I want to hear more about your ‘anon’ friends - call me”! I got hard right then and there in the ER with Jason shivering from the flu and this young doctor. h/e adjusted his cock through his khakis and I swear it looked huge. My mouth watered. He said he would be right back. He excused himself, said something to the nurse, winked at me as if telling me to follow him. So when he left the room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I followed the doctor into an empty room. He locked the door behind me. He put his hands on my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees on the hard floor. He fished out his stiff hard cock. I gobbled down his 9 inch monster cock while he talked dirty to me. “I bet you are the ‘anon” cock your friend got? Aren’t you” He emphasized by shoving his hard cock down my throat, making me gag a little. I gurgled an affirmative. He went on to tell me that they have had 12 cases with that strain in the last month alone. He grabbed the back of my head, shoved his cock down my throat, came like a horse and exclaimed “I want ITTTTTTT”. I cleaned his cock off for him. He told me to call him soon and set it up. I followed him back to the room where Jason was getting the lowdown of the latest HIV drugs, but the doctor rushed her out. He downplayed her little talk, and sent us on our way. He gave us a wink, and tossed the paperwork in the trash. Jason had a million questions as we walked back to his house. I called Amy and Andy to meet us at Jason's house. I tried to fill in the blanks, but wanted Amy to hit the broad strokes. Jason was agitated by the time we got to his house, but me sucking his tainted cock seemed to calm him down. He came like a rocket filling my eager mouth and he slept for a few hours before Amy and Andy got there. Jason recognized Amy right away and saw the resemblance tween the two siblings. “You”, he shouted at Amy “had this done to me?” “I…we, set you free” she carefully retorted. “How” Jason begged? Amy went on to explain he was free to fuck any person in the world now without thought, Her logic was sound. Though Amy herself was not poz herself yet she reminded us with a wink (another story another forum) Jason still feeling pretty sick, but horny as fuck from listening to Amy got naked and told me he anted to fuck me while Andy bred him as long as Amy watched. We all agreed. I was naked in a second and on my back with my legs in the air waiting for Jason’s big deadly stinger. He just spit on his cock and aimed it for my well fucked hole. Andy climbed behind Jason and with sweat wiped from Jason’s brow lubed his cock and piled drived Jason’s hole. Amy disappeared into the background. We fucked as a unit for nearly 20 minutes with Jason filling me with his tainted load and Andy filling Jason with his. We all laid there in a post-fuck glow. I could tell Jason was strategizing. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked. “Just thinking who I want to go after first.” He replied. I told him about the interaction I had with the doctor and how Andy, Amy and I had eyes for the other two people in his throuple picture and his swinger group. He told us the swinger group had strict testing protocols and that he was likely out of the group now, but when Amy heard that. She took it as a challenge. She assured him she would get all four of us past the testing phase, “Now let’s call this doctor of yours.” she said with a sly grin. More to cum

After we played alone twice he final came to our place to play together with my partner. boy oh boy did they both worked me, hard! We played for hours till we were all spent, covered in sweat and cum (mostly mine that I came over them, their loads were deposited deep in my hole) and fell asleep together in our bed, I was spooned by both of my amazing men. To sum some of the action: Almost at any given time I was used by both their cocks (they are both 11" and thick!!!) either was spitroasted, alternating sucking since I couldn't fit them both in my mouth. luckily, I was able to fit them both in my hole! they double fucked me together, after I was already full of cum and used. I was riding the boy giving him a show when my partner came behind me and started shoving his beast too. I could see the boy's face changing with the pleasure it was giving him (later he told us it was his first time) and after I quickly adjusted with the help of the bottle of poppers my partner shoved in my nose, they started fucking me hard, finding a nice rhythm, sometimes alternating when one is pulling out the other pushed in, sometimes they went in and out together. I was screaming with pleasure and came handsfree twice while this went on for almost an hour, they both came several times too! Lucky me. when they were spent from the continuous fucking they took a break, but just from using their cock. My hole was not on a break as my partner showed the boy how to use his fist to open me up, I was in heaven, loving the pain and pleasure this brings to my hole. They played with my hole like that for a while and I was sucking them and my partner had to take a piss and asked if I wanted to show the boy how's it done. To which I just held him deeper in my mouth and he started releasing a hot stream of piss in my mouth to swallow quickly, luckily we were in our play room on the vinyl sheets so my partner pulled out and aimed at my mouth, while spraying all over my body too. the boy got really excited too and asked to join in so I was drinking them both , and drenched from all the piss I couldn't swallow or they sprayed on me. we took a quick shower after that and we got up to our bedroom for another round of fucking till they dumped their last load (4 each) and we went to sleep together. during the night sleep they both shoved their cock in me depending on my body position lol. the morning came and they both came in me one more time till the boy had to leave. This boy is definitely going be a regular of ours!

Second day (11 March) Next time I was full of official commitments all day. I finished around 6 pm and decided to go to hunt. I grabbed my phone, opened sniffies. I didn’t want a simple one-on-one fun, I was eager for a restroom cruising. At home, I only had light oral fun in restrooms but I wanted to fuck there. Thanks to the sniffies, I found the Mary Brickell Village FedEx restroom. I decided to go there. It was a wise decision. Everything happened just like it does in the movies. We stood at the urinal with a sexy, bearded thirty something Latino(ish) guy, started to jerk, then we reached over and he started to suck me. But we kept getting interrupted, so we went to a secluded restroom (as I realized later that was the real close-to-FedEx restroom). The Latino was giving a good blow job, and then he started to suck me when a young black guy came in. Then two of us were sucked by the Latino, and soon I was sucking them. And when I was sucking the black one, the Latino guy pulled my trousers and boxes down, spitted in his hand, made my hole wet and pushed his cock in. Then he started to fuck me, and he was doing this until he came. OMG my first restroom breeding just happened. I couldn’t imagine that it was real. Then we went outside, but both of us went back in again several times, for a second round but every time we were interrupted. But slowly everything eventually calmed down and he started to fuck me again. Then another black guy came in. He only was watching this, but he didn't do anything but watch. But that probably made it even hotter. Not only for me but the Latino guy as well. And damn he bred me again. Amazing feeling, I was bred twice within an hour in a restroom. Then I tried again, but it didn't work, so I started walking home and that's when a Cuban guy texted me on the sniffies. He was versatile and wanted to have sex very eagerly. He said he needed my cock. I told him that I would be top with pleasure because I already was fucked twice and I had two doses in me. Then he became more excited and said in that case he would fuck me first. He asked me to wait for a while, because he had to clarify with his friend if he wanted to visit him. Because we could meet only when he left. But not much later he texted again, I could come. He stayed far from me, but after a 20 minutes drive by Lyft I was there. As it started, it was a sensual fuck. First we kissed and pampered each other, gave to each other mild nipple play, etc. After that he pushed me down to my knees and made it obvious that he wanted to suck him. He was a black Cuban guy with all the stereotypes about the cock size. I sniffed my poppers deeply and started to accomplish the challenge. My saliva was floating everywhere but made his cock slippery enough. Then he ordered me to the bed and I could feel his tongue. After he rinmed me thoroughly, his fingers came. One, two, three, four, five. And finally his cock. Poppers, poppers, poppers. He was very gentle but only in the first couple of minutes. Then he started to fuck me. I was crying but in the same time was in the heaven. He fucked me long. When he (!) needed some break. Then he said, his friend texted him that he would arrive within 10-15 minutes. Should I leave? - asked him. He replied: Fuck no, he also wanted to fuck you. Fuck yeah it was a great day. His friend, a Latino hairy guy arrived right from the work. The host went to prepare himself and I started to talk with the friend while he was undressing. He had an exciting mansmell. I felt that because my face was in his hairy and sweaty armpit soon. He praised me how nice I sniffed deeply his armpit smell and licked it soaked. Not much later I repeated it with his pubes. Soon, his cock was in my mouth. Then the host joined us. I sucked both of them. After that they spit roasted me for a long time. Only their positions were changed from time to time. Once when the host fucked me, the friend went behind him and started to finger him, then fuck him. After a while we changed the positions. They finished my usage and the host started to suck the friend. I positioned myself behind him. Started to eat his ass and then fuck him. He was so loose that I fisted him for short time. Then the friend said he needed to breed me, jumped behind me and deposited his load. The host said we had to finish because it was late and everyone seemed to be tired. I assumed I had to dress up but he said before I leave he wanted to add his load to his friend’s dose. So he gave me a quick last fuck and while he was moaning he filled me with his seed. Fuck yeah, it was my second full day, and I was over two fistfuck, fucked with five guys, was bred four times. I hoped, maybe guessed that my visit wouldn’t be boring but I never dreamed it would happen. Especially not right in the first days. And then I didn’t know yet that it was only the beginning (even if some days would be less busy).

I lose my mind for cum. I'll suck literally any cock to get it. I even have a kink for sucking it out of gross guys nobody else would touch. Love cruising and finding cum in puddles on the floor or in discarded condoms. Yes, the pics are me.

There has been a few that were what I would classified as monster cocks. 2 belong to fuck buddies of mine. One is 9"and very thick. When he gets hard, it is rock solid and sticks straight out. I have to work to get it all the way down my throat. But it is so worth it. He's only fucked me once, had me screaming with pleasure in the adult bookstore. The other fuck buddy is 8.5 to 9 inches and also very thick. But it doesn't get rock hard, so I can easily deep throat him. He will use a pump on it sometimes and it gets even thicker and up to 10.5" long. That takes some work to deep throat, but he loves to fuck me and I can take it all. But the biggest one was a football player for the local college. The dude was about 6'6" tall and solid muscle. But he had fucked his knee up and had problems getting around. He found the ad for my gloryhole and needed to get off. He came over and I when I saw his dick, I was all over it. Super thick and almost 12". I tried to suck it, but it was too big for my mouth. He kept begging for me to get him off. I offered him my ass, not knowing if I could take it, but I wanted to help him out. I got into the sling and he got into the best position he could while holding on to the sling for support. Luckily I had been stretching my hole hoping to get fisted that night. But I totally took his cock instead. I kept applying lube while he slowly stretched my hole open with his fingers and then his cock. After his cock started going in, I started swinging back and forth on to his cock. It was fucking fantastic. He didn't last long and I could tell he was embarrassed by the situation. But he came over 2 more times after that to have another session with my ass. Hottest fuck ever!

Yeah don't cum, I rarely do and I stay horny all the time. Enhancements help.

bring back Tim Skyler for wild group sex and Jarod Steel

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

Yes I refuse them. Raw only.

pepper just makes me sneeze.

I am always there and there is no douche facilities there.

Two fucks cum to mind as the most memorable. The first one was when I was 14 and he was 34. I encouraged it but he made the first move. I had sucked him off a few times but the last time he fingered my ass and said he had to have it. I wasn’t ready but he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. He pushed me on to the bed and rolled me on to my belly. He spat on my asshole and slicked up his cock. I felt the weight of his body on my back as me mounted my ass. I felt his hard cock probing for my hole, he found it and started penetrating me. I asked him to stop or at least take it slow. He did give my hole time to relax but soon he stared pushing his cock inside me. I feel my ass was gunna split open but he continued until I felt his balls press against mine. He was loving my tlight young ass and fucked me slow aa first then getting faster. After a few minutes he shot his load up my ass. I loved it. The second most memorable one was the first time I fucked Drew. He was 19 and I was 48. I met him in a bar and took him back to my place. He was inexperienced and nervous which turned me on a lot. I stripped then I undressed Drew. I made him kneel in front of me and I put one hand behind his head and pulled his mouth on to my cock. He sucked me and got my cock good and wet. I pulled out of his mouth and took him to my bed. I made him lie on his belly, I opened his legs and ate his ass. As I was climbing on his back he told me he had never been fucked. I told him I’d go easy on his hole bu it was definitely gunna happen. I lubed his hole and my cock good and pushed it into his hole. I felt his tight ring on my helmet so I pushed harder and suddenly (and with a whimper from Drew) it gave way. After I’d opened his ring I got he rest of my shaft deep in his ass up to my balls. Drew was moaning as I fucked him. His asshole felt so hot and tight. Obviously I wasn’t wearing a rubber so I shot my load deep inside his ass. The was one amazing fuck.

Patient 4: Dylan “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re HIV-positive.” Those were the words that changed Dylan’s life forever. He’d known it was coming. He and Ed had been fucking since the spring; it was only a matter of time until he was infected too. If he was being honest, he’d already known somewhere deep inside that he’d carried the disease. But this was the moment it finally became real. As he sat alone in that dark gray hospital room, those words ringing in his ears, he waited for the inevitable wave of fear and anxiety to come crashing down on him. Nothing happened. “I have some pamphlets here if you’re interested in learning more,” said the nurse gently. He took them from her, trying to avoid the look of pity in her eyes. Surely the fear would come any minute, and her pity would be justified. After all, they said that AIDS was a death sentence. He could see how it affected Ed, weakening his body and suppressing his spirit. Who knows how long until the disease ravaged his body and tore it apart from the inside out? But as he sat on that crinkly white paper, trying to avoid her pitiful gaze, he didn’t feel scared at all. He felt relief. “Thank you,” he said. “I think I’d like a minute to myself if that’s all right.” The nurse nodded. “Take as long as you need.” When she left, he let out a deep breath. He looked around the room at the ugly shade of paint on the wall. He laughed to himself. “I’m HIV positive,” he said breathlessly. He looked at his hands. They looked the same as ever. It was almost like he could feel his blood pumping, warming his limbs. He felt light and giddy. He ran his fingers across his arm, shivering at how sensitive he felt. “I’m poz…” He slipped his hand underneath his shorts, under the waistline of his underwear. He grabbed his dick, stroking it softly as it grew to full length. He rubbed his thumb over the head, wiped off the smear of precum beading at the edge of his cock, and brought it to his lips. He slipped his thumb inside, swirling the taste around in his mouth. “Fuck…” It had been years since he’d tasted his own cum, but he never remembered it tasting as heavenly as it did now. He sucked on his thumb, getting it nice and wet before sliding it back down his shorts and into his hole. He grabbed his cock with his other hand, laying back against the table as he milked himself. He could picture Ed’s face in his mind, that smug grin that was equal parts infuriating and intoxicating. It was Ed’s seed that flowed through him now, that leaked from his cock as he worked out his first positive load. He wanted to christen this experience, to immortalize the moment he first knew definitively that he was a dirty, fucked up, free man. “Ugh… oh fuck… oh yes!” He wiggled his thumb into his hole as deep as it would go, then cried out as his cock sprayed his tainted load all over his chest. The poz seed soaked through his shirt, staining it with his gift. He ran his fingers through the cum and sucked it down, savoring the thick globs of dirty sperm. When he left the hospital that day, he was a changed man. The things that had weighed him down before no longer mattered. At first, he wondered if he was just in shock. That the high would come crashing down and leave him wrecked like the rest of the men he’d seen get infected. But the comedown never came. For the first time in his life, he felt like he finally knew who he was. The virus had given that to him–it had made everything clear. Years of putting on appearances and trying to live double lives washed away in an instant. He had finally embraced his true self–a sick, perverted, cum-guzzling faggot. He didn’t share his newfound revelation with Ed. The man was too unpredictable, still in denial about having AIDS. Dylan almost felt sorry for him at times, until he remembered the way that Ed had shamelessly infected him without a second thought for his well-being. Not that Dylan really minded–he was actually grateful to him now. But that didn’t change the fact that Ed’s reaction to being poz and Dylan’s reaction to being poz were two different things. No, Dylan would have to maintain the illusion until the point of no return. By that time, Ed would be too weak to leave. At times he wondered if he didn’t want Ed to leave because he didn’t want to lose Ed’s money or because he didn’t want to lose Ed’s dick. He knew he could probably have any man in Manhattan if he really put his mind to it. He’d been with plenty of well-off, powerful men in the few months he’d been escorting before Ed. But there was something about the old man that he found thrilling and erotic, and, if he was being honest with himself, incredibly similar to his father. Perhaps it was the self-loathing, the arrogance, the selfishness. His dad certainly had that in spades. Or perhaps it was the fact that, as Ed’s body began to waste and rot away, he was only becoming more and more attractive to him. Then around Christmas, Ed’s health took a serious turn for the worse. He became bedridden, leaving Dylan with the responsibility of being his primary caretaker. He didn’t mind–after all, he was living solely on Ed’s dime, and he still harbored some affection for the man. But Ed’s condition left him feeling isolated. He had no one else to talk to, no one to confide in his feelings about being poz and the freedom it gave him. He needed to find someone who understood, someone who felt the way that he did. He found what he was looking for in late February: an ad in the local gay paper for an HIV/AIDS support group in Chelsea. It met on Monday afternoons in a small room in someone’s apartment, densely furnished with bric-a-brac and reeking of potpourri. When he walked in, he was surprised to see only a handful of people there. “Please, join us,” said a kind-looking Asian man in his early 30s. “We’re just about to start.” Dylan sat in the only empty chair in the circle. To his left was a handsome black man in his late 20s, and to his right, a sickly thin man with light red hair. He tried not to stare at the sick man, wanting to be respectful. But curiosity drew his gaze–he knew this would be his fate eventually. The thought didn’t scare him, surprisingly. The Asian man clapped his hands together and smiled at them. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Vincent. I started this group to be a safe space for anyone with HIV or AIDS who wants to share their experience and those of us like myself who are negative but deeply impacted by this epidemic. We’ve all experienced the fear and stigma out there. But this is a safe place to discuss that without fear of judgment. Now, who would like to begin?” The man with red hair raised his hand. “I mean, I guess I’ll start.” He pulled out a handkerchief and coughed into it. Then he laughed wryly. “It’s not like it’s hard to tell I’m sick. My work fired me the second one of these showed up.” He pointed to a purple lesion on the back of his forearm. “But the hardest part has been my partner. He’s so scared of getting it he won’t even sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Every time I cough he cowers away from me, like he’s afraid I’ll infect him. It’s like… I wish he would just leave me, you know? At least that way I would feel like he’s being honest with me.” Dylan frowned. He suddenly felt like his very presence was offensive. “Thank you, Ryan.” Vincent turned to Dylan. “How about our newcomer? Would you like to share?” Dylan felt a jolt of adrenaline as all eyes turned to him. “Well… I think maybe I should just listen-” “Nonsense. Whatever you have to say, this is a safe place.” “Okay. Well… I just tested positive a few months ago.” Vincent nodded. “That must have been difficult.” Dylan bit his lip. “But… that’s the thing. It wasn’t.” Vincent tilted his head, a confused smile on his face. “How do you mean?” “I mean, I wasn’t upset. I was happy.” He looked around at the men in the group. “I felt… powerful, you know? Like I had been given this gift, this lineage that stretched back to so many men before me. A brotherhood of men like me who loved to fuck and get fucked. They want us to be ashamed of being gay, but I just felt this sense of freedom for the first time in my life. Like I could fuck whoever I wanted without being afraid.” He grew more passionate as something was unleashed inside him. “There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, you know? We’re poz. We’re freed from all that societal bullshit and those ridiculous expectations. Now we can just fuck like we’re meant to-” “That’s enough.” Vincent was not smiling anymore. “How dare you come in here and say those things?” He blushed. “I’m sorry. This is just how I feel, I’m not trying to-” Vincent’s face was red with anger. “These men are sick. Some of them sicker than others. But they are sick and they are dying. How dare you make AIDS some kind of… freedom? It’s a death sentence.” “But that’s what I’m talking about,” Dylan said desperately. “I don’t think it has to be. I think if you embrace it, if you let it in and you do what it wants, I think it can free you. That’s what happened to me. I knew I was gonna get it, I think I wanted it in a way. It’s like I knew it would give me a new life, and it could do the same for you if you’ll only let it-” “I think you should leave.” Vincent stood up, his finger pointed toward the door. Dylan looked around the room. The other men avoided his gaze. “I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go.” He walked out of the apartment, his cheeks burning. Tears sprang to his eyes as he descended the stairs. Why was he the only one who felt this way? Why didn’t they understand, why couldn’t they see? He had just left the building when he heard his name being called. “Dylan, wait!” The handsome black man from the meeting had followed him out of the meeting. He smiled at him, showing off a pearly white grin. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” As they sat in a diner down the street, both clutching mugs of shitty Folgers coffee, Dylan studied the man in front of him. His hair was natural and textured, with short locks that jutted out from every angle. He had a close-trimmed beard that enclosed two beautiful lips, lips that Dylan couldn’t help but stare at as he sipped his coffee. The man caught his gaze and smiled at him. “I’m Isaiah, by the way.” “Dylan.” Isaiah smirked. “I was pretty surprised to hear what you said back there, Dylan.” “Yeah, well, I shouldn’t have-” “It’s okay.” Isaiah raised his hands in a show of peace. “I thought it was really cool how you spoke your truth. And… I agree with you.” He raised an eyebrow. “You do?” Isaiah leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. “Yeah. I mean, I never really thought about it like that, but when I heard you say it… It was like it all made sense, you know?” Dylan sighed. “Well, I’m not so sure it’s a message people are willing to hear. And I wasn’t trying to offend anyone, I really wasn’t. I just feel like people have got this virus all wrong. Like, it’s not a curse from God, or whatever they’re saying, it’s-” “-a blessing.” Isaiah grinned, flashing those beautiful teeth. “Yeah. I know what you mean.” “How did you feel when you found out you were positive?” Isaiah leaned back, drumming his fingers against the table. “Uh… you know. Shock and all of that. I think I was a bit scared at first, to be honest. Then I got really horny. I wanted to fuck, but I felt guilty giving it to someone else. So I just sort of shoved it down.” Dylan nodded excitedly. “Exactly! That’s what I’m saying–imagine if we didn’t have to feel that kind of shame. Imagine if we could be honest and just say we wanna fuck. We like being poz, we like the way it feels. There’s nothing to fear anymore. I mean, how many people get that kind of freedom?” Isaiah smirked. “See, I know that, and you know that. But how exactly do we explain all that to the rest of the world?” Dylan sat back. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess maybe one person at a time.” Isaiah raised his eyebrows. “What, you want to start a group or something?” He shrugged. “Why not? They’ve got their support group. Why shouldn’t we have our own?” “A pro-AIDS support group?” “A group of people who are empowered by being poz. People who take pride in their status and laugh in the face of anyone who would dare shame them.” Isaiah laughed. “I gotta say, I like what you’re saying. Your energy, it’s… powerful.” He took another sip of his coffee and leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth. “So tell me–what are the rules for this little group? I mean, what are we all about?” “Well, first of all, I think there should be no shame whatsoever. That’s rule number one. And if we’re not ashamed of our status, then there should be no reason not to have sex. Sex is a gift and we should treat it that way. I think we should never turn down an opportunity to get or give loads.” “I guess that means condoms are out,” Isaiah said with a grin. “Absolutely. That’s rule number three.” “What about people who don’t have the virus? I mean, there’s gotta be some people like you who wanted it before they even had it.” Dylan nodded. “You’re right. I think we need to focus on more than just the people who are already poz. This thing is spreading, and spreading quickly. If more guys would just take control of their lives, get the virus on their terms, in their way… I think it would make all the difference.” “So we give the virus to anyone who asks for it?” said Isaiah. “Yes.” Isaiah took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s pretty bold right there.” “I don’t care,” said Dylan. “Everyone should have the choice to get or give HIV if that’s what they want. As long as both parties are willing, I don’t see the problem with it. In fact… in a way, I think it’s probably the kindest thing you can do for someone.” Isaiah smiled. “I like that.” He took Dylan’s hand in his and rubbed it. Dylan felt a flutter in his chest. He’d never really felt this way around a guy before. Most men were like his father, who was disgusted by him, or like Ed, who just wanted to use him. Isaiah didn’t seem like either. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Isaiah asked with a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t think I can wait.” Dylan grinned mischievously. “Bathroom?” The second they locked the door behind them, they were off to the races. Those beautiful lips were all over Dylan’s neck, making his skin tingle as he ran his fingers through Isaiah’s gorgeous locks. His hands fiddled with Isaiah’s belt, desperate to wrap his fingers around the man’s cock. He reached into Isaiah’s jeans and grabbed his dick, warm and hard. Isaiah growled softly as he stroked it. “Take these off.” Isaiah dropped to his knees and began peeling off Dylan’s pants. He smiled when he saw the lacy fabric of Dylan’s thong. “Let me see that pretty pink hole.” He bent Dylan over the counter, one hand running over his back while the other squeezed his ass. He pried away the thong strap with his thumb to reveal Dylan’s hole, smooth and pink. “Fuck, boy. I gotta taste that.” Dylan moaned as he felt Isaiah’s tongue on his hole, the roughness of the man’s beard scratching his sensitive taint. He rested his face against the mirror, his fingers clawing at the glass as Isaiah ravaged his hole. “Please, I need your cock,” he whimpered, his body quivering. The next thing he knew, Isaiah had pulled him down onto his knees and that thick, beautiful cock was leaking in his face. “Put it in your mouth, baby.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. He slid his mouth over Isaiah’s foreskin, running his tongue along the underside of the man’s shaft. Isaiah moaned. “I want to do this with you.” He pushed his cock deeper inside Dylan’s mouth until his pubes scratched his nose. “I want a place where we can fuck freely. Where we can be who the virus makes us…” Isaiah face-fucked him slowly, holding him tightly as he slid in and out of Dylan’s throat. It felt amazing, pure and animalistic and passionate. It was different from sex with Ed, more honest. He wasn’t playing a part anymore. He was just offering himself to this man who thought the way he did, who saw the way gay sex was supposed to be. Dylan grabbed Isaiah’s ass, pushing the man deeper into himself. He was already imagining what it would look like, this group the two of them were birthing today. No more shame or self-hate. Only pleasure, raw and unapologetic. There would be dozens of men like them, some poz and ready to breed and others waiting for a chance to be unleashed. This fuck was only the beginning of so much more to come. Isaiah let out a guttural moan as he unloaded inside his throat. Dylan could feel the man’s cock throbbing as pumped his stomach full of beautiful, toxic cum. He pulled his own cock out of his thong and started stroking it, bringing himself to completion in seconds as he shot his own toxic load onto the tile. “Holy fuck,” Isaiah said breathlessly, his limp cock falling out of Dylan’s mouth. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” “I’m just getting started,” Dylan said with a wicked grin. They made plans to meet up at Isaiah’s apartment later that week to brainstorm about finding their first recruit. Isaiah lived in Chelsea, not far from where they’d met. Over the next couple of days, he found his thoughts consumed with Isaiah and their burgeoning group. He could see it now, a group of guys who could recharge each other and spread their seed the way God intended. Isaiah at his side, his right-hand man to guide men towards the light. When he approached the address Isaiah had given him, he was practically buzzing with excitement. A loud whistling sound coming from above caught his attention. He looked up to see an old man leering down at him from his balcony. “Shit, boy. You gotta lotta ass on that little frame.” The old man looked to be in his 70s, with greasy black hair, a large, wrinkled nose, and fat pink lips. He grinned lecherously. “You wanna come up for a little fun? I’m on the third floor, apartment 3C. Gimme ten minutes and I’ll make you squeal.” He scratched at a purple splotch on his neck. Dylan just smiled up at him and walked into the building. “I met your neighbor,” he said to Isaiah when he opened the door to his suite. “He’s charming.” “Oh jeez, sorry about him,” Isaiah said as he let him in. “He’s always ogling at guys on the sidewalk.” Dylan sat on the couch, slipping off his shoes and curling his legs underneath him. “What do you know about him?” “Not much. I always thought he was a bit of a creep, but part of me kind of respects his game. He wants to get his dick wet, no more, no less. He’d probably have more luck if he didn’t look like a walking STD factory.” “You think he’s poz?” Isaiah shrugged. “Probably. Don’t know how, though–no one I know would ever go near him, even before all this.” Dylan beamed. “He sounds perfect.” “Perfect for what?” “What do you think about him for our first recruit?” Isaiah raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious?” He nodded. “Absolutely. He’s exactly the kind of guy we’ve been looking for.” “I don’t know…” Isaiah frowned. “I was hoping for someone a little less… well, disgusting.” “Remember our motto–we get and give loads to anyone who wants them. The virus doesn’t discriminate and neither should we.” Isaiah thought for a moment. “Fair point. Okay, I’m in.” Dylan grabbed Isaiah’s hand and smiled. “Come on–let’s strike while the iron’s hot.” He held Isaiah’s hand as they walked up to the third floor. He could feel butterflies in his stomach again. Was he nervous about bringing in their newest member? Or was it the feeling of Isaiah’s hand in his? They stopped outside the door to 3C. “You sure about this?” asked Isaiah. He nodded, then knocked on the door. He heard the sound of footsteps, then a chain unlatching. The door opened to reveal the old man wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of striped boxer shorts. He scratched his pot belly and grinned. “Well well. Two for the price of one.” Dylan smiled sweetly. “Can we come in?” “Fuck yeah, you can come in. Right this way, sweetheart.” He stepped back to allow the two young men into his apartment. The air was stale and stifling like the windows had never been opened before. The man gestured to the couch, which seemed stained with some sort of bodily fluids. “Please, have a seat.” The old man seemed excited, almost like he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m Gary.” “I’m Dylan, and this is Isaiah.” Dylan sat on the couch, wary of avoiding anything sticky. Isaiah stayed standing. “Can I get you anything to drink?” asked Gary. “Beer? Water?” “Hold the Rohypnol,” Isaiah muttered under his breath. Dylan shot him a look, then smiled at Gary. “Thank you, I’m fine.” The old man sat down on a recliner across from them and put his feet up. “So, what can I do for you two boys?” One of his hairy testicles fell out of the leg of his boxer shorts. He scratched it. Dylan cleared his throat. “Well, we actually have a proposal for you. You see-” “Aw, fuck. This isn’t one of them things where you try and get me to sell you my apartment, is it?” Gary sat up in his seat, his pot belly jiggling as he moved. “Cause I ain’t moving. I told the last guys, I’m staying here till I die. Don’t care how soon that is.” He scratched the purple lesion on his neck again. “So if that’s what you’re here for, you can go ahead and-” “It’s not, I promise.” Dylan looked at Isaiah. “We actually wanted to know if you’d be interested in joining a group that we’re thinking of starting.” Gary’s eyes narrowed. “Group, huh? What kind of group? Like a religious thing?” Isaiah laughed. “Kind of. In a way.” “It’s more of a… well, an HIV thing,” said Dylan. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… you are poz, right?” Gary sighed. “Well, guess it ain’t no use hiding it. Yeah, I got the bug. A few years back, actually. Fucking shame, I used to get so much boypussy. Now I’m lucky just to get enough to get by.” Dylan nodded. “That’s why we came here, actually. You see, we’re both poz too.” Gary blinked in surprise. “Really? But you’re both so… healthy. Young. You look great.” Dylan smiled. “I don’t think being poz means you have to be old and decrepit. I mean, I know we’ll all go that way one day. But I think that being poz is just another part of life. It’s part of being gay, a right of passage we all go through towards sexual liberation. Whether you get it when you’re young or when you’re old, we’re all gonna get it eventually. There’s no use denying it or being afraid of it.” Gary studied him for a moment. “You’re not like most of the boys out there, are you? Most guys see me, they run in the opposite direction as fast as their legs can carry them. They don’t see the real me, the sex pistol I used to be. I could get a boy off with just one finger, and I did as often as I could. I made so many men cum it could fill the empire state building. It’s a fucking shame those days are behind me.” “What if it didn’t have to be?” Dylan’s eyes were shining. “What if your sexual prime was right now?” The old man laughed. “Now I know I still got the juice, but come on. What guy in his right mind would fuck me?” “I would,” said Dylan. Gary blinked. “Really? You’d let me fuck you?” He nodded. “Mm-hm.” “Without a condom?” Dylan laughed. “What’s the point of doing it at all if it isn't raw?” He stood. “That’s what I’m talking about. Raw, man-on-man sex. Dirty, unfiltered, impure.” He walked toward Gary, slipping his shoes off as he went. “Just two poz guys, sharing the gift with each other.” He ran his finger along Gary’s arm. He could see the old man’s dick poking out of the hole in his boxer shorts. “Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” Gary swallowed, then nodded. Dylan pulled down his pants to reveal what he wore underneath: a bright red garter belt and matching stockings. He wore it without underwear, leaving his boythings completely exposed underneath. The old man gasped as Dylan climbed on top of his lap. His hands shook as they gripped Dylan’s waist, rubbing his hard cock against the boy’s hole. “Jesus,” he whispered as Dylan stripped off his shirt. “You’re beautiful.” Dylan reached through the hole in the old man’s boxer shorts and grabbed his cock. It was short and stubby, but thick enough to leave Dylan feeling nice and full. It sat in a giant tuft of thick, gray pubic hair like a snake waiting to strike. He aimed it at his hole and sat down slowly. “This is what I’m offering you,” he whispered into Gary’s ear. “A wet hole, anytime you want it. Men like us who just want to fuck and breed and spread their seed as far and wide as they can.” He slowly bounced up and down on Gary’s cock, feeling his hole spread open by the man’s thickness. His hands rested on the man’s thick belly, steadying himself as he worked Gary’s cock with his pussy. The old man stared up at him in awe, his eyes glazed over as he enjoyed the wetness of his insides. Isaiah stood off to the side, his cock in his hand as he played the voyeur. “Come here.” He held his hand out to Isaiah. As Isaiah approached, he took the man’s cock into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. The sounds of both men groaning were like music to his ears. He squeezed Gary’s cock with his hole as he swirled his tongue around Isaiah’s cock, desperate to give these two poz men the relief they so badly deserved. “Oh fuck,” said Gary. He grabbed Dylan’s waist and slammed him down on his cock. “Take my poz load, boy. Take daddy’s load!” He grunted loudly as he expelled his charged cum inside Dylan’s rectum. Dylan felt the old man’s hands squeezing his tits as his body shook with pleasure. Soon the sound of Isaiah’s groaning joined the sounds from the old man as he tasted Isaiah’s sweet seed on his tongue. Fully recharged, he slid off of Gary’s lap, careful to keep the old man’s gift safely inside him. Gary lay on the recliner, breathing heavily as his limp cock still poked out of his boxers. “Holy fuck,” he wheezed. “That was incredible.” He grinned lecherously at Isaiah. “I’m spent now, but I can’t wait for a chance with this one.” He stroked his limp cock, sniffed his fingers, then licked off some of Dylan’s ass juices. Isaiah grimaced. “You join our group, you can have it anytime you want. Me…” Dylan nodded at Isaiah, “...him, anyone else who joins the poz brotherhood.” Gary beamed. “I’m in!” From that day on, it was the three of them against the world. Gary was a ravenous new recruit, eager to spread the word and seed as far as he could. They met in Isaiah’s apartment, mostly because Isaiah refused to set foot in Gary’s den of bodily fluids again. “You’re looking for new members, I got the perfect guy–an old friend from my days in the army,” Gary said excitedly at their first meeting. “We used to hook up every now and then on the down-low. Course, it was hard hiding it from his wife when he got the bug. She left him, took everything and ruined his life. Last I heard he was trawling for dick in Harlem. I’ll see if I can track him down!” Dylan nodded. “Sounds good. While you’re doing that, I want Isaiah to start looking into some apartment spaces in the area. We’ll need a place to meet on the regular.” Isaiah frowned. “How exactly are we gonna afford that? You got some kinda fortune I don’t know about?” Dylan felt Ed’s credit cards burning a hole in his pocket. He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Now while you’re doing that, I’ve got a little project of my own to work on.” “You sure you don’t want my help?” asked Isaiah. He squeezed Dylan’s hand, winking at him. “I think we make a pretty good team.” Dylan kissed him on the cheek. “I’m sure. I need to do this on my own.” He waited outside the apartment building, his face hidden behind a large pair of Carrera sunglasses he’d bought on Ed’s dime the week before. He was careful to stay out of sight, lest he be recognized by one of the attendees, or, God forbid, the host. Finally, after about an hour, he saw who he was looking for. The sickly ginger man from the meeting looked paler than ever as he left the apartment. Despite the sun shining and the lack of chill, he wore a big coat, which he wrapped around himself as he walked down the sidewalk. Dylan followed behind him, waiting until they were safely away from the meeting to make his approach. A couple of blocks later the ginger man was stopped at a red light waiting to cross. Dylan walked up beside him and put his hand on his arm. “Excuse me,” he said. “Don’t I know you?” The guy’s face turned even paler when he saw him. “Oh… what are you doing here?” “It’s Ryan, right?” Ryan looked nervously at the light. “I should probably be going-” “Wait,” said Dylan. “I just wanna talk. Could we go for a walk?” Ryan looked at him warily for a moment, then nodded. They walked around City Hall Park for a bit, the ginger man shivering even in the sun. “How are things with your partner?” asked Dylan. Ryan shrugged. “The same. He still won’t touch me.” He frowned. “I’m sorry. That really sucks.” Ryan laughed. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be as free as you. What was it, ‘free from all of society’s bullshit expectations?’” He coughed into his arm, causing a nearby woman to lean away from him. “Look, I’m not here to preach at you,” said Dylan. “I just want to ask you something.” He stopped walking. “Do you feel like your life would be better if you didn’t have to feel ashamed of who you were?” Ryan sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t see what difference it makes. I’m dying either way.” “But you’re not dead yet.” He grabbed Ryan’s hand. “That’s what I’m saying. You are a beautiful, drop-dead-sexy man. Your boyfriend should be fighting other guys off with a stick, not shaming you and refusing to sleep in the same bed as you.” “What does it matter? I can’t change him. He only sees me for this disease. He’s afraid of it.” “I’m not,” said Dylan. “And there are other guys like me, guys who aren’t afraid of the bug. Who accept it head-on? Don’t you want to be a part of something that accepts you for who you are? Fuck it, who more than accepts your disease, but actually celebrates it?” Ryan shook his head. His eyes were wet. “That’s just a fantasy. It’s not real.” “It is real.” Dylan held out his hand. “Join us. There are just a few of us right now, but I promise you, we will build a safe place where you’ll get all the love and sex you need. Where you can breed and be bred to your heart’s content.” Ryan looked at him, his lip trembling. “I don’t believe you.” Dylan touched Ryan’s lips with his fingers, then kissed him softly. He felt the man melt into his arms, going so weak he had to hold him up. They kissed deeply, tongues fighting as they swapped saliva. When Dylan broke the kiss, Ryan was staring up at him in wonder. He smiled. “Come with me.” He took him into the men’s room at City Hall, guiding him into one of the stalls at the end. He pulled off the man’s coat, revealing his thin, wasted frame underneath. Ryan instinctively covered himself with his arms in shame. Dylan grabbed his arms and pulled them away. “Don’t.” He kissed Ryan. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled off the man’s shirt, revealing his pale, veiny torso and abs. He traced his skin with his fingertips, kissing down the man’s chest as he got on his knees. He unbuckled Ryan’s belt, then slid the man’s pants down over his cock. It was the most lively thing about him, long and thick underneath a bright red patch of fiery hair. “Jesus,” whispered Dylan. “You should have never put this thing away.” He took the head into his mouth, causing Ryan to cry out in joy. He sucked the man’s death stick, eager to work him up to full mast so he could receive his gift. When Ryan was fully hard, he stood up and bent over, gripping the top of the stall as he offered Ryan his hole. “Take me,” he moaned. “Give me your poz load.” With trembling fingers, Ryan lowered his pants, then peeled off his lace panties to gain access to his hole. His fingers were hard and boney as they opened him up, but he soon felt the warmth of the man’s knob easing its way into him. He relished the sound of Ryan’s moans, joyful at the knowledge that his pussy could resurrect this dying man. He felt Ryan’s lips against his neck as the man buried his cock up to the hilt inside of him. “Oh God…” moaned Ryan. “I never thought I’d feel this again.” Dylan turned his head to look into Ryan’s eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Show me what you were made for.” Ryan grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He withdrew his cock almost all the way, then slammed it back inside. “Fuck, that pussy,” he moaned. He kept a tight grip on Dylan’s curls as he reamed the boy’s ass, filling the bathroom with the sound of flesh on flesh. The two men grunted together, loud and animalistic. Nothing else mattered now–not the rules of society, not the fear of getting caught. They were two men doing what they were put on earth to do: fucking each other’s brains out. Dylan could feel the ginger man getting more energized with every thrust. His cold skin became warmer as he worked himself up to his orgasm, his death stick preparing to fire for the first time in ages. His boney fingers dug into Dylan’s ass cheeks as he heaved one, two, three times before collapsing onto the boy’s back. Soon Dylan felt that sweet, familiar feeling of warmth spread through him as he took Ryan’s gift inside him. Then he felt Ryan shaking on top of him. It took him a moment, but he soon realized the man was crying. “Hey.” He turned around and took the ginger man into his arms. Ryan looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “I didn’t think I could ever have that again.” Dylan wiped away his tears. “There’s so much more, Ryan. Will you let me show you?” Ryan nodded, and Dylan knew the man was his. He smiled. “Then there’s something I want you to do for me.” With Ryan on his side, Dylan’s little group started growing faster than ever. Gary brought in several of his old fuckbuddies, some of them newly poz and others in the advanced stages of AIDS, but all of them horny and eager to fuck with abandon. Isaiah found a spacious little two-bedroom apartment for rent in the same apartment building as the HIV support group, which quickly became the headquarters of their new poz brotherhood. But the real secret weapon was Ryan. His experience with Dylan had been a spiritual awakening, breathing new life into him and changing him from the inside out. He was no longer sickly and defeated, but strong and full of vitality. It was something like a miracle, and it was one Dylan used to his full advantage. He started small–getting Ryan to approach one or two of the more jaded members of Vincent’s little group and broach the topic of a new way of life. Seeing Ryan’s transformation and lured by the notion of carefree sex, the men were easily swayed into jumping ship. Soon the group was hemorrhaging members as they defected one by one to join the poz brotherhood. By spring, Dylan had gained over a dozen followers. They held weekly meetings on Saturday nights, where they would meet at the new apartment and recharge each other during lust-filled orgies. Dylan made sure to receive each man’s seed at least once, knowing that his pussy had become something of a prized commodity among the men. Then, once everyone had given and gotten at least one load, they would discuss their plans for expanding the brotherhood. “We need fresh blood,” said Gary one evening in early April. “We can always go to hospitals and try to find guys with HIV,” said Isaiah. Gary scoffed. “No, I don’t mean men who are already poz. I mean neg guys.” He turned to Dylan. “You promised us we’d get to spread our seed. But all we’ve done is recharge a bunch of guys who already have the bug.” The men began to argue amongst themselves. Dylan raised his hand to quiet them. “The more poz men we bring over to our way of life, the more we’ll attract neg guys who want what we have. All we have to do is wait. And whoever does want to be pozzed will get to take seed from all of us. We’ll all share in the conversion.” “I say we go to the public toilets in Central Park and just start pozzing guys,” said Gary. He grinned. “Once they’re infected they’ll start to see our way of thinking.” Dylan shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.” “I thought HIV was supposed to be a gift? Why are we holding back?” “It is a gift, but receiving that gift should be a choice,” said Dylan. “It’s something every man should be able to decide for himself.” “I didn’t get to decide,” said Ryan. He stood, addressing the other men. “I didn’t choose to be this way. But even so, I’m glad I have the disease now.” He smiled at Dylan. “You showed me the light. I think it's only fair we do the same for others.” Dylan banged on the table with his fist. “Enough. I don’t want to hear any more talk about stealthing neg guys. This is not who we are. If you wanna be in the poz brotherhood, you follow our rules.” “What about him, huh?” Gary nodded at Isaiah. Dylan frowned. “What about him?” Gary pointed at him accusingly. “He’s not following our rules. Whatever happened to ‘give and get loads from whoever wants it?’ I’ve been in the group for months and he still won’t give me a shot at his ass.” “Just because I wanna fuck doesn’t mean I wanna fuck you, Gary,” said Isaiah. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get fucked,” said Ryan. “You only ever let us suck your dick. And you never return the favor.” There was a murmur throughout the room. Isaiah stood. “What are you trying to say?” he asked angrily. “You think I’m a fake?” “I think you’re lying,” said Gary. “I don’t think you got the bug at all.” Isaiah laughed in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous. Of course I do.” He looked at Ryan. “You know me, man. Tell them.” Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Well, I know we were in Vincent’s group together, but I never really heard you share about being poz. You mostly just listened.” “Like a voyeur,” said Gary. “He’s getting off on us but he don’t have the bug himself. He’s a fucking interloper!” “That’s enough,” said Dylan. “I know Isaiah. He started this group with me. I would know if he was a liar.” But he knew the truth from the way Isaiah avoided his gaze. He’d suspected it for a while now, though he’d hoped he was wrong. Hoped there was some other explanation for the distance that had grown between the two of them. Some other reason why every man had filled his pussy except the one man he wanted the most. “You guys are crazy,” said Isaiah. He got up and headed toward the door. “I’m out of here.” Gary put his hand up to stop him. “Not until you take one of our loads in your ass.” He smiled menacingly. “It’s the only way to be sure.” “Man, fuck you-” There was a knock at the door. The men looked at each other in confusion. “Who the hell is that?” asked Gary. “No idea,” said Dylan. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Vincent, his face twisted in anger. “Vincent? What are you doing here?” The Asian man looked around the room, shooting dirty looks at the members of his now-extinct HIV support group. “I thought I might find you all here. I heard whispers of some perverted sex cult but I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” He glared at Dylan. “Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined any chance these men had of finding inner peace. Whore.” Isaiah went to speak but Dylan stopped him. “Hello, Vincent. I’m glad you stopped by. I was hoping you might get a chance to see us for yourself.” Vincent laughed scornfully. “Oh, I see it. What a great group you have here. A bunch of perverts who disgrace the dignity of people with AIDS.” Dylan shook his head. “No, Vincent. You’re the one that disgraces their dignity. Teaching them to be ashamed of themselves when all they want is the freedom to live their lives honestly.” “I never said they should be ashamed.” “But you did,” said Dylan. “You spin this web about how HIV is a death sentence, how these men are sick and dying. But I look around and all I see is life.” “You know what I think?” Ryan walked up to Vincent and shoved his finger in his chest. “I think you’re jealous.” “Hah… N-no,” Vincent stuttered. Ryan put his face in his, looking him up and down. “I know you, Vincent. And I know you’re terrified of sex. I think you look at us and you wish you could fuck the way we can. Tell me I’m wrong.” Vincent swallowed. “You’re wrong.” “So you don’t want this?” Ryan grabbed Vincent’s cock. “You don’t want to feel what it’s like to take a man’s cock raw, the way God intended? You don’t want to feel my cock sliding inside you, lubing you up with my cum as I go a second round?” Vincent was shaking where he stood. The men started to close in on him, their eyes glinting with hunger. “Of course not. I would never have sex without a condom. That would be incredibly dangerous to my health.” “Isn’t that what makes it so fucking fun?” said Gary. The old man burst into laughter, causing the rest of the men to laugh with him. “I… I don’t-” “No more talking.” Gary grabbed Vincent’s shirt and began pulling it over his head. “Time for fucking.” “What are you doing?” asked Vincent as Ryan began unbuttoning his pants. “You can’t… it’s not safe.” His eyes went wide as Ryan pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his fully erect cock poking out of his boxer briefs. “Looks like he’s ours, boys!” yelled Gary. The men descended on Vincent, stripping off the rest of his clothes as he cried out in a mix of fear and ecstasy. Soon he was on all fours, his mouth full of Gary’s cock while Ryan ripped open the back of his boxer briefs. He yelped when Ryan shoved himself inside him, causing the rest of the men to break out in cheer. “Poz that hole!” “Give it to him good!” “Infect him!” Dylan watched from the sidelines, a smile of satisfaction on his face as his final holdout gave himself over to their depravity. “Looks like you were right,” said Isaiah. He stood next to Dylan, watching Vincent’s deflowering unfold. “All we had to do was wait.” “You don’t want a turn on him?” asked Dylan. “A chance to infect the new guy?” Isaiah said nothing. Dylan sighed. “It’s true, then, isn’t it? You’re neg?” Isaiah took a deep breath. “Come with me. I want to explain.” He took him into the bedroom, away from the grunts and cries of satisfaction. He shut the door behind them, then slid down to his knees, burying his head in his hands. Dylan put his arms around him. “It’s all right, Isaiah. You don’t have to explain.” Isaiah looked up at him, tears in his eyes. “You don’t understand… I want to convert, I really do. I’m just… I’m just scared. I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to die.” He covered his face with his hands and cried. “I’m a coward,” he sobbed. Dylan hugged him. “Oh, Isaiah.” He rubbed his back gently. “It’s okay. I understand why you’re afraid. There’s a lot of people out there telling us to be scared, that there’s no hope. But I’m telling you, there is.” He lifted Isaiah’s head. “Those men out there. Do they look sick to you? Are they dying?” Isaiah shook his head. “That’s because they’re free. They don’t feel ashamed to be who they are anymore. You don’t have to feel ashamed, either. If you take that plunge, if you accept the gift… you’ll be more alive than you’ve ever been. You’ve seen it happen to Ryan. Those men can give you that gift.” Isaiah looked at him sadly. “But… I don’t want it that way. I don’t want to be pozzed by all of them. I just want you.” “What do you mean?” He took Dylan’s hand and held it to his chest. “I don’t want to share this disease with anyone else. I want to know who gave it to me. I want that person to be you.” Dylan looked at him with wide eyes. “Why me?” “You made me see the world through a whole new light. I spent weeks going to that group because I was scared of the inevitable. I guess… I was trying to prepare myself for what my life would be like when I got the virus. But all I saw was sickness and sadness… until you.” He leaned his forehead against Dylan’s. “I don’t want the virus because I think I need it or because I want to get it over with. I want it because it’ll make me like you. I want it to be ours.” Dylan kissed him gently. “I want that too.” He stood and pulled Isaiah to his feet. “Will you let me share my gift with you?” Isaiah nodded. He kissed him hungrily, holding nothing back this time. Suddenly, the door burst open as Gary walked in, his cock rock hard and dripping as he held a panting Vincent by the back of the neck. “Figured we’d give our little pup a change of scenery,” Gary said with a grin. He threw Vincent on the bed, then climbed on top of him, dwarfing the man with his chubby frame. Vincent moaned as the old man plunged into his hole and started humping away. Dylan laughed. “Come on. I’ll take you to my place.” He kissed Isaiah on the cheek. “Besides, there’s something I want to show you.” They took a cab to his apartment on the Upper West Side. He held Isaiah’s hand the whole drive over, his stomach full of butterflies for what was about to come. When they walked through the door, Isaiah whistled. “Damn. How’d you swing a place like this?” Dylan just smiled and kissed him. He grabbed Isaiah’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Isaiah gasped when he saw what was in Dylan’s bed. Ed lay there in his pajamas, practically skin and bones. His eyes were vacant and hollow, and he wheezed slowly with every breath. “Who is this?” Isaiah asked in disbelief. Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Ed’s hand. “This is my daddy.” Isaiah watched him nervously. Dylan brushed Ed’s cheek with his hand. “He’s the person who gave me life. But even though he gave it to me, he couldn’t accept it for himself.” “He… he’s dying of AIDS?” Dylan nodded. “It didn’t have to be that way. He could have accepted the gift, but he chose to live in denial. He chose to let the shame and guilt eat away at him.” He stood. “I won’t lie to you. If you take the gift, this could be your future. You could let the shame win and eat you from the inside out.” He grabbed Isaiah’s hand. “Or you could let it make you new again. Make you like me.” He intertwined his fingers with Isaiah’s hand, staring up at him with wide eyes. “What’ll it be?” Isaiah put his hand behind his head and kissed him. Dylan fell into the kiss, allowing Isaiah to pull off his clothes as Ed wheezed behind them. They disrobed completely until they were both beautifully, fully naked. “I want you to take me,” said Isaiah. He climbed on the bed, his stomach resting against Ed’s wasted legs as he presented his ass to Dylan. “Take me in your daddy’s bed.” Dylan smiled, his heart swelling with love. He spit on his hand, smearing his cock with saliva before plunging into Isaiah’s hole in one fell swoop. To Isaiah’s credit, he didn’t scream or make any noise of pain, although it had to have been painful. Dylan knew that the more torn up Isaiah was inside, the faster he would receive his gift. He made love to him, quickly but tenderly, until his cock was sliding back and forth unencumbered. He could see a bit of blood on his cock as he pounded Isaiah’s hole, knowing that this would only speed the process of conversion. He leaned over Isaiah’s back, pushing him into the bed and onto Ed. “I love you,” he whispered in his ear. “I love you so much, Isaiah.” He could feel the pressure in his balls rising as his breathing grew shallow. He’d never felt anything like this before, knowing that his DNA would mix with Isaiah’s, binding the two men together. They would be forever linked, joined in the lineage of all the heroes who came before them. Then in a moment of blinding pleasure, he felt that sweet, blessed release. “Take my seed!” he shouted, burying his cock in Isaiah’s hole. “Take my gift,” he panted, collapsing against Isaiah’s back. He lay there for several seconds, the room filled with the sound of the two men panting and Ed wheezing. Nothing had ever felt so right, being linked with his creator and the man he had created. They lay there for a while, still joined together as his seed took root deep inside of the man he loved. Finally, Isaiah rolled over underneath him, letting his cock fall out of his freshly seeded hole. He stared at him with tears in his eyes. “I love you too.”

I too, would really like to see Beth get her comeuppance for the way she treated Andy but can't really see that happening unfortunately. UNLESS Andy and Dave were somehow able to "seduce and poz" the ex now current boyfriend Phil. 😁😁☣️

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Yesterday was a fun afternoon. It started with a Grindr hookup with a new guy. I've been dealing with constant flakes lately, so it was nice for someone to actually show up for a change. He had an average size cock and I sucked it for a little while. When he was ready for my ass I laid back and spread my asshole for him. He didn't last long and came after only a few pumps. He said my ass was tight and thanked me, then left. I like to film it when I push cum out, so I was setting up my phone and getting ready when my regular messaged me saying he was only 10 minutes away. I decided to leave the other load in me and take his too. He has a nice cock, pretty thick, about 6" long, and while he doesn't have great stamina, he's a marathoner compared to the first guy. 🤣 Hes a construction worker so he frequently comes to me kinda dirty, which at first i didn't care for but now I've grown to like. When he came into my house, I was waiting for him on my knees and sucked his dick for a couple minutes before he said he wanted my ass. I got on my knees on the couch and spread my asshole for him to see. While he was taking his pants off I looked over and could tell he hadn't even washed his hands before coming over. They weren't filthy, but clearly dirty from the day. He took a little lube and started fingering my ass. I don't know why, but I really enjoyed that his hands were dirty and he was just going to play with my ass like that. It was a little scratchy and uncomfortable, but I just let him continue as he liked. He slid one finger up to the knuckle, turned it over and started making the "come here" motion with it. I worried that he'd know that there was another load in there but he didn't say anything. He switched to his middle finger on his other hand which felt dirtier than the first one. It was a bit more uncomfortable but I liked that he was just shoving his dirty hands up my ass and didn't care what I thought about it. Eventually he put his cock in, and started fucking me. The discomfort from his hands melted away and felt amazing. His cock feels right at home in my ass. After a few pumps he told me to get on my back, so before I laid down, I sucked him a little bit. ATM is one of my most favorite things. On my back, he was less interested in fucking me and more interested in shoving his dick in as far as he could. He grunted as he pushed and pushed, and I enjoyed how hard he was trying. Then without saying anything he started fucking me. He started with small strokes and built to full cock length strokes over the course of a minute or two. He's loud when he cums and sometimes sounds like he's getting choked. He left his cock in me after cumming for a little bit. After he took it out I cleaned it off with my mouth. He put his clothes on, said he looks forward to next time, and left. Afterward I set my phone up and got the best shot I've ever had of a creampie. I pushed and pushed and started to get a bit of a rosebud. I've never been able to do this, so I was really happy with myself! Later on, while bouncing on one of my favorite toys I had an earth shattering orgasm while looking at the video of my cream pie and following rosebud. 🥰🥰 Was a pretty awesome afternoon. Here's a Pic of the cum running out of me.

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Ryan was silent for a few hours and around 11 AM I text him: Jack - Hey bud what's up? Ryan - Not much, just working. Jack - Did you swing by this morning? Ryan - Yea, I did. Mornings seem to be busy but a lot of Black guys in the morning. Not sure you are ready to suck BBC. I would start with some smaller White or Latin Dicks. Jack - Good to know, So really morning, lunch and after work will work. Nice! Jack - I can not wait to suck my first dick. I have been watching a lot of Glory Hole porn lately it gets me hot! Ryan - Yes, it is hot! Got to run for now., Need to work through lunch because I was late this morning. TTYL I sent out a text letting guys know he was not going over lunch and I would update them about after work. It sounds like he may be a little worn out from the last few days several guys text back disappointed. Two sent back a little rock will set him right. That got several LOL's and lets do it. I got back to working and while I was, Ryan was fielding text from Mike, Trevon and Malik. Mike had sent him a text around 11:30 and told him he wanted to share Ryan's hot mouth and boy cunt with his son who had not had sex in a month since his wife got pregnant. He explained that he just needed to cum a few times and Mike knew Ryan was the guy to do it. Mike shared that his son was a ginger too with a cock thick and longer than his and he wanted to set up a time for Ryan to come over to his place and be shared with them. Ryan was totally into it and thought being with a father and a son would be hot as fuck. They set up a time for Wednesday night for Ryan to come over after work at 6 PM. Mike gave the kid his address and told him he would text and confirm at 5:30. Ryan was really excited, although he had thought previously and had on his bucket list to fuck a mother and daughter he thought this could be even hotter now that he was horny for dick and cum. He loved hot Mike could cum multiple times and thought maybe his boy would even beat Mikes record with him. Trevon text that he had the party set for his white whore and told Ryan where to be Sunday. Ryan did not text back right away, Trevon text answer me Cunt! Ryan text back yes, I will be there. Good Whore boy! Malik text Ryan to tell him he was a great fuck but needed work on his oral skills. He went on to say, I want you to practice on some BBC orally before I get back into town on Tuesday. I want you to report every day your progress at throating BBC. I will have to say you have grade A pussy boy! Ryan text back TY. Ryan was horny and nervous , Ryan thought, I need to go to the hole tonight and try to suck some BBC.

I'm fine being called a thirsty cunt for potent seed.

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

For as long as I can remember, the idea of a guy calling me names while pounding me has been a huge turn-on. Bitch, whore, slut, fag, pig . . . they'll all get me hotter. If the guy starts calling my ass a pussy I'll play along with that, too (though honestly not my preference). Outside of the bedroom might be a different story. Someone I had only met once or twice called me a bitch, just playfully, but I found it really pissed me off. I guess the bottom line is that I have very few limits IN the bedroom. Call me what you need to get you off and give me your cum!