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As a young man I did some dumb things. Hormones often took control when better jugdement should have taken over. But dont we all make bad decisions when we are young and horny? I was a shy 18yo. Maybe straight, maybe bi, but horny as fuck. I spent most of my days online jerking off over whatever porn happened my way and cruising various chatrooms. I lived a little way from the city, but had just managed to save up for a car and was looking forward to enjoying my freedom. The more porn I looked at and more chatting I did the kinkier the material needed to be to give me a thrill. Somehow I stumbled into a gay fetish chat where I was instantly messaged by a guy in his 60s from my nearest big town. I was instantly out of my depth, but didn't want to come accross as the inexperienced wannabe that I was. He acused me of being a catfish, but having turned on my webcam to prove that i was indeed a 6'4, muscular, smooth faced 18yo he changed his tune. I felt I had gained the upper hand in the chat until he started using terminology I didn't understand. The picture he sent me of his massive full balls and veiny cock set below a hairy beer gut crisscrossed by leather straps put me in my place and it was clear who was the alpha. He also had an odd tattoo just above his cock that I elt I recognised from somewhere but couldn't place. It was like black three incomplete circles forming a triangle with another overlapping circle behind. I had never really even considered actually doing stuff with a guy, but the slight of those huge shaved balls and the veiny cock unlocked something in me that I didn't know was there. I think he knew he was onto something, because he pace of his messaging increased after sending the picture. Lots of talk about "using my boi hole" and "teaching me what I was for". Although it was hot it was also kinda scary as I had never had sex of any kind before and he was talking about "raping my ass bare" and "planting his DNA to claim ownership". It got a bit intense and I backed off, so he softened his pace somewhat. Suggested a meeting in a nature reserve on the edge of the city. He said it could be a fun place to cruise at night, exciting scouting the walking trails to see if anyone was about. He said the fresh cool air had a fun vibe and we could play a stalking game. I was curious about the stalking game. He just explained it could be a bit of fun. He would get there before me and set up a simple snare on one of the paths. He would then follow me quietly to see where I went. If I stumbled into his snare it meant he got to tie me up for some play fun. I had been reading a side thread about bondage, and was curious, but Being tied up and powerless seemed a bit concerning for me. He reassured me that the chances of me being caught were low and that it would just be some play fun. He would bind me loosely and let me wear a mouth opening gag. He assured me that my size meant that he would not be able to have power over me. I stressed that if anything did happen I would be interested in safe sex only. I was still nervous but he reassured me that the second I said no he would stop what he was doing. He said he was happy to just jerk off in the bushes if things didn't work and I was kinda interested to see that cock up close. Feeling confident in my physical capabilities and excited beyond the point of control I agreed to meet him. It was about a 20 minute drive from my place which he was glad of as he said it gave him time to set his snare. I drove the whole way feeling half crazy but also hard as a rock. It felt like my cock was driving the car and I got there without remembering any of the drive. I pulled off the main road onto a dirt side road and parked in what looked like the spot he had described. There were no street lights and the trees blocked the moon, so it was extremely dark. I had only noticed one other ar there when i arrived, a large SUV parked discreetly between some large trees and low bushes so i could not see if anyone was inside. I nervously got out of my car. The night wasn't cold, but I shivered anyway. I was running on a mix of adrenalie and hormones. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw an opening in the bushes ahead. Wary of stumbling into a snare I was cautious, but I was also super excited by the risky thrill! I cautiously made my way onto the path. My senses were on fire, listening to any other sounds I could hear. I am pretty sure I heard the sound or a car door quietly closing as I disappeared into the path. I walked slowly and carefully enjoying the excitement but watching for anything that might look like a snare. The night was still and my senses were acutely tuned to hear any crunch of gravel or snap of a twig that might indicate someone was following. About 50 meters into the wooded trail I came to a branch. Which way to turn. The left fork seemed slightly brighter and I thought I saw the grass was trampled so I thought perhaps the right? I looked closely down the left fork and saw what I thought was a branch suspiciously bent down. It was fun to have seen the snare, although I was a little disappointed how primitive and poorly disguised it was. Ah well game over I guess. I figured since I was there I would step into the bushes just off the path there and wait to see if he came. I might still see that big cock yet, but on my terms! I inched slightly into the bushes and was almost out of sight when I tripped. Dammit, It was dark and I had tripped on a stick. I tried to get up quickly before he came, but the stick must have caught my pants. I reached down to try to free it only to realise that the stick was tied to a rope that was now firmly around my ankle. Well played sir I thought and waited to see if my captor arrived. It didn't take long. He must have been closer than I had thought and he rapidly appeared and stood over me. In the dark I could just make out he was wearing cammos, he had obviously put some thought into this! "I win bitch! Now for your forfeit!" he barked and he quickly turned me over and pulled the tied stick up to one knee and fastened the other end to my other knee so I was kneeling with knees spread. The speed at which he tied me was very impressive, and it was immediately clear that he had some skills. He stepped in front of me and i could tell he was wearing a balaclava. I could make out almost nothing until the few pale shards of moonlight illuminated the massive cock and balls he had just flopped out or his open zipper. he moved closer and slapped his hardening cock onto my face. "like what you see boi" he said starting to jerk himself right near my face. As I opened my mouth to speak he grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself in. I had never sucked cock before but was getting a rapid crash course! "chew my cock bitch" he grunted "bite it!" I gentle squeezed it between my teeth and he gave out a guttoral grunted "fuck yeah" before he abruptly withdrew. "Show me your wrists" she said before grabbing them and binding them together from wrist to elbow. I was overwhelmed with the situation, but when I realised I couldn;t move my arms I felt a bit concerned. I started to say "wait...." but he just said "relax.... this is just a bit of fun. Open your mouth again." I opened my mouth and the gag was forced it. Before I could protest he had closed it behind my head. He held excess rope on my wrists so that when I tried to reach up to pull it out he stopped me. He bent down and twisted the rope from my wrists around the stick between my knees. With a quick tug he had tightened it any by using some sort of hitch he was able to completely overcome my resistance. "Now the real fun beings he said". He undid my pants and expertly lowered them as far as the leg bonds would allow. He gentle pushed me from behind so I could not help but topple forwards. He was immediately behind me with his face burried in my ass. strong hands on my back to stop me geting up. I strated to freak out. I tried to say no, but the gag made it sound more like grunts. "you like that dont you bitch" he said. I tried to scream no, but he chuckled and pretended like all he heard was grunts of pleasure. Suddenly he seemed to change his behaviour. "let's help you up boi" he said placing a stong arm under my armpit and heling me up and to the side. He spun me around and before I knew it I was falling again over a fallen tree. he quickly undid and then retied the rope tying my wrists to my knees on the underside of the tree before letting go for a second. I couldn;t tell what he was doing, but he was reaching under the tree, playing with the rope. Suddenly I realise he had places a thick branch in the rope and was twisting it, tightening the rope and moving my wrists closer to my knees and making me hug the fallen tree closer. The mechanical advantage of the branch meant I could not resist. despite my larger size. Once he was sufficiently satisfied he used another stick to jam that one in place before disappearing behind me. I heard him undressing before he stepped back up to me. "Noone can hear you here boi, it is just you and me. I am going to give you what I've got. You can fight it and I will tear you up, or you can relax and try to enjoy it. Either way I am gonna enjoy it. Part of me hopes you fight!" With that he started rimming my ass again, probing it deep with his tongue. He pulled a bottle of what I now know to be poppers out of his pocket. took a big hit and then held it to my nose. I couldn;t help but get some of it, and soon my heart was pounding and my face felt warm. I felt a cold squirt of Lube on my ass and one, then two, then three fingers twisting in my til now virgin asshole. He squirted on more lube and then I felt him slap his cock on my ass. He squeezed more lube on his cock and I heard him massage it on with that distinctive wet sound. he lined his cock up with my lubed hole before bending forwards simulaneously nudging the head of his cock into me with gentle pressure but also thrusting the poppers under my nose. I tried to shake my head to signal no, but he just laughed and said "its better for both of us if you do. I dont want to damage me cock. just your hole". He held the poppers to my nose and as the rush hit me I felt him slowly sliding in. At first it hurt a lot, but with each passing stoke my hole relaxed and the lube allowed him to slide deeper and deeper. I could feel his beer gut weighing on my back as he settled into a rhythm, getting deeper with each thrust until I felt his heavy scrotum pressing mine. "Fuck you're tight" he grunted as he tightened his grip on my hips and quickened his pace. "I am gonna breed you good you stupid little fuck" he taunted as his pleasure built, "you are going to get a lot more than you bargined for". The poppers and rush of the situation started to wear off and I realised he wasn;t wearing a condom. I tried to cry out, but he just grunted"shut up, you are breaking my concentration". He grabbed my by the balls to keep me still before thrusting so hard my hips ground painfully into the fallen tree. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck.... oh fuck.... yes... take my dirty load you stupid little cunt" he half shouted and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside. "Fuck yesssssss" he groaned emptying a massive amount of jizz deep into my guts and collapsing on my back. He held there, draining the last drops and catching his breath before pulling out and shoving a but plug in my bruised ass. "dont want you giving my gift back" he said as he trapped the jizz inside. I heared him getting dress and packing up his gear. He came back in front of me, spat in my face and said "I own you now boi" before giving me a sharp smack across the face. He dropped a knife on the groud just out of reach before freeing the stick he had used to tighten the bonds and strode off. I heard his car start and leave before I had manage to get even half the tension off the ropes and it was another 15 minutes before I could reach the knife to cut myself free. By the time I had gotten free, removed the butt plug and composed myself he was long gone and his seed was doing it's work. It was some weeks before I was brave enough to venture back into the chat room where I had first crossed his path, but having gotten over a viral illness I was feeling horny again. He refused to answer any of my messages unless I called him master and denied that he had even been there that night. He said he got a flat tyre on the way and never made it. It must have been someone else that I encountered, as it was a common cruising spot. Needless to say I now know the meaning of his tattoo.

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

Unsurprisingly, the former President has been convicted on all 34 counts, and is currently / officially a Convicted Felon. It's possible he could appeal successfully, but chances seem rather poor for any successful outcome. I am reminded of an old hymn from my childhood; "Once to Every Man and Nation Comes a Moment to Decide", on the tune Ebenezer composed by J.R. Lowe (ca 1850), also sung to the tune Aurelia. It's all about an event - a singularly crucial crossroads one faces in one's life, whether to do the right thing (perhaps the more difficult choice) or choose the wrong course of action (possibly the easier choice). Now, our country is in that situation. What will we, as the population of a country facing a difficult choice, decide to do? Will those who support the former President for some reason or another continue to belch forth nonsensical hatemongering? Will they find the wherewithal to reflect on their beliefs, and resolve to revisit their views? Will those who never supported the convict be gracious and welcome those who have been fooled by a pied piper back into the community of citizens? As another old saying goes: A house divided against itself cannot stand. Our system of Justice, which has worked well over these past centuries, still works as it's supposed to. A man was charged with felonious crimes, brought to trial, a jury of his peers found him guilty on all counts, and in around 30+ days he will face sentencing. Yet, there are apparently so many citizens that have been fooled into sucking up every lie that drops from his lips, we are presently a Country divided against itself. We've faced tests of our National Character before, but never one like this - until now. What is it about this man that so many find so attractive? Everything he touches, dies. Let's try to make sure he doesn't drag the United States down with him. It's up to us to save our Republic.

I never imagined 16 years ago that the racist reaction to Obama's election would come to this: A convicted criminal, and certified idiot, having a real chance to become our next president.

THE MOUSE TRAP There are 2 types of mice that get bit by a mouse trap, the mouse that wants the prize so bad they’re willing the risk their lives to get it and those that enjoy the game, the thrill, the risk of the trap itself. Throughout high school I mowed lawns to make money, hard work, but decent money. I started it all on my own, and grew up to just under 20 lawns, which kept me very busy. I got most of my yards going door-to-door and asking and from referrals, I always did a great job and it may have helped that I always mowed with my shirt off to get a tan. One day I was going down a new street doing my door-to-door to get some new lawns, when I came to one door and an older gentlemen answered the door. He was very polite and invited me inside and offered me something cool to drink. We sat at the kitchen table as he brought me a glass of iced tea. I thought it was kind of strange when he said he saw me the other day and was hoping I could service his lawn as well, but I was excited to get a new customer. He was very chatty and handsy, and it was hard to get out of the house, but nevertheless, we scheduled to mow the lawn in a couple of days. A couple of days later, I showed up, and as usual, I was shirtless and sweaty. The entire time I was mowing, he was outside watching and as soon as I finished, he invited me in for some iced tea. This happened every time I mowed and every time it would be very difficult to get out of there because he was so chatty and every time I came, he got more handsy with me. Again, I am young and naïve here. The summer came to an end and the last mowing, it was cooler, and I had a shirt on and as usual he invited me and asked why I had my shirt on, and told me that he was sure a lot of people were upset about that in a joking manner. You could easily tell he was not happy that this was the last time I would be there for the year, and he made it extremely difficult to leave, he held my hand as I got up, stood in front of the exit, everything short of holding me down. I wasn’t too surprised when he started texting me in the fall to come rake leaves and clean up around the yard, with lawns being done, this was a great source of income. He had me over there about every other week in the fall, when winter came, he asked about helping him move furniture around. I started enjoying talking to him and hanging out and since I didn’t have much to do that time of year, I didn’t mind. New Years Eve he told me he was having friends over and wanted me to come by and help him set up, and when I got there you could tell he was very excited. As soon as I opened the door he answered with an excited voice and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down a dark hallway into a room, and as I entered, I realized was his bedroom. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed, he had something to show me. He told me how excited he was about his party and had to show someone his outfit for the night. He started undressing right in front of me, I immediately stood up and said “sorry, I can hang out in the hall”. He grabbed me by the hand and said it was ok, he turned to the bedroom door and shut it and turned back to me saying it was ok, he just wanted to change quick. He started undressing “this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?” I really didn’t know what to say, but I was very nervous, he started to approach me as I stood there at the edge of his bed. Him: You’re shaking. Are you okay? Me: yeah, just…. Him: Relax, its ok Me: Him: (laughs) let me help you (as he reaches down and starts to unbutton my pants” Me: (I stop him) I cant do that Him: It’s ok, relax (he unzips my pants and pull out my cock which was getting hard as he rubbed it) Him: it’s ok, it’s ok Me: I just stood there shaking in my boots Him: (drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth) I just stood there in shock as my cock got harder and harder, I stood there in shock looking down as this old man was touching me like this. I was so confused, but it felt so good. Of course, it didn’t take long before I shot my load down his throat, and he swallowed it all. He stood up and smiled at me and told me not to worry, its our secret. I almost ran out of the house so confused as to what had just happened. I went home and didn’t leave my room the rest of the day. I didn’t hear from him again until next spring when he text me: Him: You going to service me again this year? Me: Your lawn? Him: Sure Me: yes, I started up last week, when will your lawn be ready? Him: how soon can you get here? Me: tomorrow? Him: perfect The next day I showed up and mowed his lawn and as usual, he was outside waiting on me and asked me to come inside. I told him I was in a hurry, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I came inside and sat at the kitchen table, he sat right next to me and had his hand on my thigh. He noticed how nervous I was as he moved his hand higher and higher on my leg. Him: I had a lof of fun on new years (his hand goes higher) Me: (sitting there shaking) Him: (moving his hand to my mid-thigh) do you like this? Me: (shaking not able to speak) Him: (Laughs) to excited to talk? Let me check (as he moves his hand to my upper thigh) Him: (rubbing my cock) oh, I think someone likes me He stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair, he smiled at me and pulled me into him and whispered to me” you’re so fucking hard for me, aren’t you?” He pulled me down the hallway and into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. He went and laid down on the bed and: Him: come here Me: (stuttering) I should really go Him: it’s ok. Im not going to tell anyone Me: I don’t know… I don’t know what to do Him: come here for 1 minute and then you can leave I sat down on the edge of the bed and he approached me and started rubbing my leg and kept reaffirming that it was ok. He pulled me down so that I was laying on my back and he crawled on top of me between my legs and worked his way down to unbutton my pants and pulled my cock out and started sucking my cock and working my pants off, and once he had my pants off he stood up at the end of the bed and quickly took off his clothes and laid back down on top of me and lifted my legs up worked his way to my ass hole and started eating me out and to my surprise was amazing. When he finished with my ass he rose up between my legs standing on his knees as I laid there I see him grab some lube and start to lube up his cock, he then laid back down and got between my legs and started kissing me. I felt his cock push against my hole and I freaked out. Me: hold on, stop! I cant do that Him: it’s ok relax, what is wrong? Me: I cant do that! Him: you already have, I already had it in you Me: no. you didn’t! Him: yes, the head was already inside you. We have already had sex, why stop now that it is feeling the best. Me: we just can’t Him: (pushing it back in) you know you want it Me; you’re not even wearing a condom. Him: (pushes a little deeper) its ok, you won’t get pregnant Me: I don’t want to catch anything Him: don’t worry you wont Then he leaned in and kissed me and started pushing it in more and more with mini strokes and before long he was all the way inside of me. It took a while before it felt good, but once I relaxed it felt good, really good actually. Again, I came quick, before he did. When he was about to cum, he told me: Him: I’m about to cum. oh this is going to be a huge load Him: do you want me to cum inside you? Me: (not know what to do) yes He got really tight and pushed in really deep and to my surprise this was the best part, feeling his cock explode inside of me. And he was right, it was a huge load, it felt like a river pouring out of me. That summer we had sex a lot, I got a lot better at it, and as I got better the feeling was better. I absolutely loved the feeling of his huge load shooting inside me, I have never in my life shot out as much cum as he did. After that summer I started college, and decided to go to a small university 45 minutes from home so that I could keep the lawns, so me and him kept this relationship going until my sophomore year when I stopped mowing and wanted to stay at school more. I ended up meeting a girl and kind of moved on from him. I was over 30 years older than me, so I don’t think he was too surprised or had any intentions of us being more than what we were. He never bothered me or anything like that, he was a really good guy. Life went on, I graduated college, my girlfriend became my fiancé, I got a full-time job, we were house hunting, and life just happens. She really wanted a fall wedding, so we decided to get married in early October, but she wanted a summer Bachelorrete party, so we decided to do our parties in June. She went to Vegas for the weekend, I didn’t want anything that big, I just wanted a one-night event, so me and my friends went out Friday night and did normal bachelor party stuff. They really pushed me to go out again Saturday night, but I insisted that I was too hung over and wanted to sleep, but truth is there was something else I wanted to do Saturday night. Saturday I text him completely out of the blue, it had been years since we talked, so I didn’t even know if this was still his number. Me: Hey Him: Wow! Me: lol, how are. You? Him: Good, how are you doing? Me: great! Just thinking about you Him: im ok with that Me: guess what? Him: what? Me: im getting married Him: Awesome, to the same girl? Me: yeah. Me: tonight is my last night of freedom I guess, bachelor party anyways Him: fun! Me: what are you doing tonight? Him: you inviting me to your bachelor party Me: lol, it was last night, no plans tonight Him: Im going to Spy (a gay bar/hotel) for pride event Me: OH! Was going to see what you were doing. Him: come with me Me: I don’t know, that’s pretty public Him: we can stay in the room, I have a room there tonight Me: you sure? Him: yeah Me: what time Him: be there at 9:30 Of course, I showed up and as soon as I opened the door, we were on each other. I had no idea how much I missed him, but he is like 60 now and im 23, what could we be. The sex was amazing, and I enjoyed being around him, but come on! What more could we be. I don’t, know, but I know I missed him and he missed me because we didn’t fuck, we made love. It was very passionate and slow and lots of kissing and I was craving him cumming inside of me. Afterwards he told me that he was going down to the party and wanted me to join him. I of course told him that it was too public, to which he replied that he was going to go home with someone from the bar, it could be you or someone else, so I got dressed and decided to go down with him. I immediately started drinking since I was a nervous wreck, after a few drinks I finally relaxed, but didn’t slow down from drinking. There was a guy at the party that was in leather pants, no shirt and all oiled up and tattooed up dancing on everyone. It wasn’t long before he found me and was all over me, in a very aggressive manner. He kept getting me more and more drinks and I was out on the dancefloor with him for a long time. Finally my friend came and dragged me away, he seemed very jealous, which I liked, but he was actually just giving me a warning. Him: be careful out there Me: what do you mean Him: the guy you’re dancing with is dangerous Me: dangerous? How so? Him: like slip something in your drink and date rape you and you see that tattoo on his stomach, that means he is HIV positive Me: I will be carefuil Him: watch out, he is a predator and he is hunting you now Me: I am a big boy (you could tell I was very drunk) Him: ok, I was just trying to warn you Then the predator came up behind me and grabbed my hand led me out to the dancefloor Predator: why are you talking with that old dude Me: im with him Predator: (laughs) you have to upgrade Me: Upgrade? Predator: Yeah! Not some old dude who cant get it up, you need a man I would lie if I said I wasn’t very turned on right then Predator: instead of that limp old dick, you need an 9” rock hard cock with veins pulsating all around it Me: I do? Predator: I have a room here, want to get out of here Me: I don’t know, I have been warned Predator: by some old dude who is trying to trap you He grabbed me by the hand and started leading me off, but then my friend intervened and said he needed to talk. Him: you’re too drunk, you need to go to the room Me: I’m not drunk (as I stumbled around) Him: if you want me to let you go with him, I will, but know this, you will regret it Just then predator approached us and grabbed us both. Predator: let’s go to your room Me: ok, let’s go Him: I don’t know Me: come on! Please I woke up on the floor the next morning completely dressed and couldn’t remember anything. I stood up in a fog and see my friend and the “Predator” in the bed. I felt like I was hit by a bus, I hadn’t been that hung over in a long time. I looked all over the room for my phone and when I found it I noticed I had a ton of missed calls and texts from my fiancé. I left the room in a hurry and headed home. Months went by and I never heard from my friend and I decided it was time to leave that part of my life behind me, after all I was getting married and it wasn’t fair to keep on living two lives. We were having the wedding at a nice hotel downtown; I had room to myself the night before the wedding and after the rehearsal dinner and drinks I went to the room to work on my vows. It was my last night as a single man, suddenly the thought hit me “what about one more night, one more time with one more night of passion”. It was very risky, since the hotel was full of friends and family and having some random guy come to my room. Pretty stupid idea I told myself. My friends, fiancés’ family, my MOM could all come to my door to see me tonight, so this was a terrible idea, but… Me: Hey there Him: It’s the married guy! Me: tomorrow Him: oh! Congratulations Me: Thank you Him: Me: what are you doing? Him: nothing, you? Me: sitting in my hotel room Him: Not smart Me: What? Him: you know what! Me: So! Him: Not going to happen Me: what’s not going to happen? Him: You know! Me: My last night as a single man Him: NO! Me: Ok, I just wanted to say a proper goodbye Him: that’s all? Me: Yeah Him: not going to happen Me: Please? One final goodbye after all these years Him: Me: after 11pm – The Cambridge – room 713 – knock once Him: Me: Him: ok I was so excited; I was getting hard just thinking about it. I knew this was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had, but I wanted it so bad, I wanted to feel him cum in me one more time. I went and showered and had a hard time not jerking off I was so excited. I went and laid in the bed with towel wrapped around me waiting. 11:10pm a knock at the door, I jumped up and opened the door and there he was I immediately pulled him in the room and dropped the towel and kissed him, we worked our way to the bed pulling his clothes off along the way. I couldn’t wait! I pushed him down on the bed and finished pulling his pants off and straddled him, feeling his bare cock rub between my cheeks, I grab some lube but he stopped me and reached over and grabbed a condom and started to put it on. Me: what are you doing, you don’t need that Him: yeah, you’re married now, you have to start playing safe Me: but we never use condoms, I want you to cum in me Him: I want to too, but if we are going to do this we have to use a condom I quit arguing, I was just ready to have him inside me. I wouldn’t say that I was a power-bottom, but I definitely bounced up and down on his cock until I was completely out of breath and then I slowed down and started grinding his cock, using a condom it seemed to take him longer to cum. Afterwards we both collapsed trying to get our breath. Me: Man, I missed that! Him: me too! Me: whats up with the condom Him: you need to be smart now Me: no, I want you to cum inside of Him: I cant do that anymore Me: we have been fucking raw the entire time and nothing has happened Him: well it could now Me: what do you mean: Him: Me: what is it? Him: You remember the last time we hung out? Me: yeah Him: Remember how I told you that guy had HIV Me: kind of, it’s really foggy Him: well, he did and now I do Me: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. That’s my fault. Him: no, it’s not your fault, I did it. Me: I don’t remember anything from the room Him: you passed out immediately and then me and him had sex, I think he stealthed me. He said the condom came off, but I’m pretty sure he took it off during sex. Me: I am so sorry Him: its ok, but I have a very high count now, since I was just infected so we can’t have unprotected sex, because I am very contagious and you’re getting married, TOMORROW Me: I don’t know what to say Him: well, there isn’t anything to say, but I should probably get going since you’re getting married tomorrow Me: yeah, I guess so, unless you want to have a beer first We sat down and had a few beers and he got up and said that he better get going. He hugged me goodbye but I lingered and leaned back and kissed him. Me: Stay a bit longer? Him: ok I kissed him again and we started working towards the bed. I fell on my back and fell on top of me, between my legs. I wanted him so bad. I reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he took his pants off immediately and I slid my shorts off all the while looking each other in the eyes the entire time, he quickly put a condom on and lubed up and laid back on top of me. I quickly pulled my legs up so he could slide in. It was the best feeling in the world. With him on top me, slowly taking deep strokes while we looked each other directly in the eyes, damn it I wanted this. My left hand slipped down between us and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and every time he pulled out it caused his condom to slip down a little, the further he pulled out the more the condom slipped off. I tried to somehow cause him to pull all the way out so the condom would slip completely off, but he wouldn’t, well not for a while. Me: fuck me, I really want you Him: are you sure? Me: (looking directly in his eyes, I bite my lower lip and shake my head yes) He pulled his cock all the way out and my grip around his cock caused the condom to slide off, I then grabbed his cock and aimed it directly towards my hole. I knew the danger, but I phened for it, for him, for him to cum inside of me. He was hesitant, but you could tell this is what he really wanted to. Why wouldn’t he, it was obvious he was in love with me, why wouldn’t he want to infect me like him. Holy shit it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. His bare cock sliding inside of me, I never imagined the risk the danger adding so much to the feeling. The unprotected sex obviously was a huge turn on for him too, because it didn’t take him long before he was about to cum: Him: Oh fuck, I am about to go Me: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t stop baby Him: here it cums Right as he started to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. It was so intoxicating. I had never had a rush like that before. Like playing with a loaded gun. That feeling was the greatest feeling ever! I just now get to experience the greatest sex of my life and I can’t ever do it again? I was lost, I didn’t know what to do. That’s all I could think as we laid there. Him: I’m sorry I couldn’t do that to you. Not tonight, not the night before you get married. Me: I understand Him: if you decide not to get married, we can take that step, but you need to make that decision I knew right there and there that this wasn’t over. If I got married or not, I would def play this game again. I had to have another poz cock inside of me bare. Him, the predator, someone else, anyone else, I was addicted.

As they approached and passed their second wedding anniversary Nick and Tex were closer than ever. They stealthed someone together once or twice a month, Their favorite victims were “safe sex only prigs”. You know the type. The ones who take it on themselves to send messages to men on the hookup apps calling them out if they have “Bareback Only” on their profile and were probably blocked by 90% of the app population The kind of guys who hung our om the bars and told people who were leaving together “Make sure you play safe, they make condoms for a reason” in a fake concerned tone They had found that these guys were mostly attention seekers with low self esteem hoping someone would call them on their bullshit. If you paid attention to them, flattered them, told them how hot they were but stuck to your bareback only guns they would eventually start asking if you were recently tested. Then they would ask if you would pull out and it usually took more flattery to pull them back when you said no. Eventually they would end up on their backs unknowingly taking your poz cock and seed. Nick and Tex considered it a public service to shut up these irritants from the community by pozzing them. They were giving these men exactly what they wanted deep down inside if they succumbed. Most of these guys were closet bugchasers afraid of what society would think of them. Like society gave a fuck what they did They actually had a grudging respect for the few… well the one who stuck by his safe sex only rule no matter what “I hope he meets someone like himself and they settle down to not make little “safe sex only” babies. Everyone deserves to be happy. Even irritating fucks like him” Tex said when they gave up on that one. There were to many others that gave in to worry about not getting this one They were in the local leather bar one night when one of these assholes had one or two too many. He had been hitting on the club bouncer who sat by the door collecting the cover charge, much to the man’s annoyance. "Go away and let me do my job" the bouncer said, glaring at the drunk fool Pouting and rejected, he wandered into the bathroom. Nick and Tex followed him in and found him pissing in one of the stalls He didn’t resist as Tex started making out with him pushing his pants down further and reaching down to spread his cheeks for Nick who just stepped up behind the drunk prick and started probing his crack with his dripping poz cock The man seemed to wake up a bit and shied away “Shhhh, just relax, this is going to happen, you want my raw cock in you and I’m going to give it to you. Kiss my husband and let me breed you” Nick said as his hands found the man’s nipples through his shirt and pinched The man moaned into the kiss with Tex and Nick pushed into him, pulling his hips back and starting to pound his safe sex only, neg hole. He changed angles to batter that inner lining and make it more receptive to the virus that was coming. He didn’t take his time, just pounded out a load of toxic cujm deep inside that now receptive, neg ass Nick pulled out and Tex turned the man, pushing him flat against the stall wall and sliding his much larger cock in. The man definitely felt that and for a minute he looked like he was trying to climb the wall to get away as Tex pounded him, tearing him up even more inside and blasting a second toxic load into him shortly They found the bouncer guarding the bathroom door when they exited. There were two bathrooms in the bar so the line of men queued up were not waiting to piss as the bouncer moved aside and let them in. You could hear the man they had fucked moaning and begging for more cock as they stood chatting with bouncer, watching as man after man came out of the bathroom, zipping up with a satisfied smirk on his face ********************** Nick and Tex were having a rough spot in their relationship. Neither one had done anything to piss the other off, rather they both had a growing sense of guilt because they were keeping a secret from the other and that made them overly sensitive Nick warred with himself, He loved Tex, he trusted him but this secret could end their relationship. Nick no longer cared about the money. He could not imagine his life without Tex in it. He loved the man on so many levels even though there was not that initial chemical response most relationships started on. Nick chose to love Tex as his husband, life partner… and father. Tex had a secret too. A couple of them actually and that secret was about to burst back into his life. There was something he had not told Nick when the man had explained why he needed to marry Tex Nick couldn’t take the guilt any more. He had to tell Tex the truth. He loved the man to much to keep lying to him “Daddy, would you sit down? There is something important I have to tell you and you may not like it” he said, He loved calling Tex “Daddy”. It was so close to the truth Tex could tell this was important and momentous so he sati in his favorite char and opened his arms, Nick obediently came and sat in front of him, leaning back on him as Tex wrapped his arms around him “You can tell me anything Son. I promise not to be mad at you, Whatever it is we will deal with it” he said kissing Nick on the back of his head “Ok” Nick said “Before I approached you about marrying me I ran a search on the genetic data base my company had collected, looking for an alternative, thinking your dad had maybe had a love child out there. I only found one genetic match. My self. With the amount of north eastern African on my DNA there was only one possibility” He swallowed and said tensing up for an explosion “Tex, genetically, you ate my father” The reaction he got was totally unexpected, though it really shouldn't have been “Yeah, I know” Tex said squeezing him “I just didn’t think you did and I promised your parents I would never tell you” Nick sat with his jaw hanging open “You knew?” he gasped “Nick, Son, think about it. You have to do certain things to make a baby. Your dad was bisexual and your mom was a good enough woman to let him explore that side of his nature. He was also medically incapable of fathering children. Things got out of hand one night. A lot of wine was involved. I don’t really know how it actually happened but you came along nine months later” he said reasonably “Have you noticed that the shape of our nose and jaws are exactly the same? It was not so obvious when you were a baby but it was there if you were looking for it. That’s why I moved away and came around so rarely. Back in my trailer there is a box of pictures of you growing up your parents sent me and every time a new one arrived there was a note from them thanking me for giving you to them” he continued, sounding proud and sad at the same time “So you knew the first time we had sex that you were fucking your own flesh and blood son?” Nick asked. Far from being angry, the thought turned him on “Yeah, to be honest it was one of the reasons I said yes. It made breeding you so much hotter for me. I wish I had known that you knew it would have been even better” Tex said. He was rock hard and grinding into Nick now “Knowing was what got me off in the beginning. The sheer perverted, erotic incestuous, wrongness of being bred and pozzed, of being impregnated by the cock that made me almost made me cum before you started” Nick said, pushing back into his father “I love incest with my sons. I started fucking your brother on his 18th birthday. It was hard to keep him off me till then, he wanted it so bad” Then he froze realizing he had just blurted out his own secret “Ummm… Tex, what brother?” Nick asked with a but of an edge to his voice Tex sighed “I have two other children, twins, a boy and a girl. Their mother was a lesbian friend of mine who asked me to be her sperm donor. It was done through IVF but I was part of their loves as they grew up, My friend died when the kids were 16 and they moved in with me till they were 18” “Barru, your brother, started trying to get into my pants a couple months before he turned 18. I put him off but 10 minutes after midnight on his 18th birthday he was riding my cock. We were lovers for about a year till he went off to college. I fuck him every time I see him now but it’s been a few years” Tex told him, holding him tighter, afraid this would be to much for Nick “What about my Sister?” Nick asked “Carry is more butch than you and me combined” Tex laughed “She is in the secret service and protects the president’s family” he said proudly “What does Barry do?” Nick asked “He’s a costume designer. He has three Tommy award nominations for his work on Broadway and he won an Emily Award for his work on a “Star Trip” Episode he worked on. Some cyborg queen outfit” Tex responded He squeezed his millionaire, entrepreneur son and said “My children are all remarkable and I am proud of them all, especially the one I married” Nick sighed “We can’t tell anyone. Not even my brother and sister, they don’t know do they?” “No, it was none of their business and I promised your parents” Tex said “I was going to have to tell you about your siblings soon anyway though. I just would have introduces them as my kids before this little chat we are having today” “Why?” Nick said “Because your brother is moving to the city to work on a project that is shooting here” Tex said “I’m letting him stay in my trailer and he will be here in two weeks” Tex said “I can’t wait to meet him” Nick said "but we better get all those pictures and notes before he gets here" "Good idea" Tex said "We will go tomorrow" “Now, take me to the bedroom and fuck me like a father should fuck his son” Nick said in a smoldering voice Tex picked him up in his arms and kissed him all the way to the bed then pulled Nick’s clothes off with slightly trembling hands Nick lay on his back and pulled his knees to his chest as Tex lubed up and knelt on the bed between his Son’s legs “Make it hurt Daddy, fuck your boy hard: Nick begged Tex shoved all 11 inches of his cock up that exposed hole and Nick groaned in pan mixed with pleasure “You like having the cock that made you up that tight little hole of yours don’t you Son?” He asked panting as he slid in and out of his husband “Fucckkkk yes. I love my father’s cock in me. It’s the only cock I ever want in me! I love being filled with my own potential brothers and sisters when you cum in me!” Nick groaned working his hole on his father's shaft It was to much for Tex, Nick’s filthy, incestuous words sent him over the edge and he loaded his Son’s ass with his Daddy cum which sent Nick into a mind lowing orgasm making him fire his spunk all over both of them They kissed and made love for hours, closer than ever now that they had no secrets ******************** Nick had done some research on line. He and Tex made a quick trip down to a small Caribbean nation called Costa Del Stonewall. The island nation allowed same sex couples to marry any consenting adult no matter the genetic relationship. Though the US government tried to keep it a secret, they recognized the marriages as legitimate. They went through a second marriage ceremony and were totally legally married as father and son They still had to kept it secret though. This marriage was for them not the twisted legal situation they were in. They wanted to be married as an expression of their love for each other The trip lasted only a few days and as they lay together in bed after getting home Tex asked “So do you want to help me stealth and infect your brother?” The thought turned them both on so much they fucked for hours, which was getting to be a family tradition. ********************************************************************************************** Next chapter: Daddy's Secret Brother Lover Scambu

Part V. And so the day came when my boyfriend returned and I needed to follow through on all of my promises. I want to say it was hard, and that I was nervous. But it wasn’t. And I wasn’t. Cutting to the chase he was sad, but not surprised. I had been pretty quiet while he was away and he had felt the growing distance. I gave him some space to grab some of his stuff from my apartment. While I was out I called daddy. My cock sprang to life instantly. I had prepped for this and I hadn’t cum in two full weeks. My balls ached. “Yes bitch?” He answered “It’s done” “Come over” “He’s still packing up I don’t-“ “Come. Over.” Figuring the bf didn’t want to see me right now anyway I went. Wearing what I had on, a threadbare t shirt and running shorts. My cock was clearly visible, I didn’t care. Inside his apartment daddy ordered me to strip, and he stood there admiring my body, even tighter than when he’d seen it last. “Damn beautiful sight boy” he said as he approached me, hands reaching back to grab my ass and pull me in for a deep kiss, which I eagerly returned. “This ass is gonna look so good once I tattoo my name on it bitch. Now suck my dick, get me wet for that pussy” I sucked him deeply. Eagerly. I could easily take him to the root each time now and he loved every second of it. He abruptly pulled me up and tossed me onto my back on his bed. Spitting on my hole he shoved his full length into me making me yelp in surprise. He spit into his hand and grabbed onto my rock hard dick, which surprised me even more. He had never touched my dick before. I groaned loudly, knowing I wouldn’t last long. “You’ve been such a good boy I’m going to do this. Don’t get used to it.” He put his thumb into my mouth for me to suck, with drew it and went to work rubbing one of my nipples. I whimpered and whined at all of this attention and it was not long before I spewed an enormous load all over myself. I shot everywhere including into my own open, drooling mouth. He scooped up my cum, dribbled some into my mouth, and the rest he slathered over his dick. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and shoved back in. “Yessss daddy use my fuckin hole, I’ve missed you so much. The poz daddy who fucked me last night is nothing compared to you!” “Got more poz cum last night?” “Yes sir, I begged him to take the condom off and then he told me he’s poz right when he was cumming in me” “Good cumdump. he know your deal? What a filthy cheating whore you are?” “Yes sir! He wants to fuck me again with you when I convert!” His thrusts became more powerful, more urgent then. Pushing my chest to the mattress he put his entire weight into the fuck. “Hell yeah bitch! That what you want? You want me to convert you?!” “Yes daddy PLEASE! I want you and your friends to use me all you want and get me fuckin pregnant!” My cock which had been soft, rose to its full 8.5”, slapping against my stomach with every thrust from daddy. I was surprised to feel an orgasm building “Oh shit please daddy don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum please make me cum baby pleaseeee!” I whined “You got it slut!” And he picked up the pace, his sweat dripping onto my back. I cried out in ecstasy as my ass started to twitch and cum started pouring from my cock onto the bed below. Just then daddy came with a roar and collapsed onto me, both of us heaving sweaty messes.

Cute looking Latino dude was the masus. Told him hey just fyi if I get aroused ignore it. He said no prob lots of guys do. I think he might have took that as a challenge tho. I wasn’t even trying to do anything but relax and hopefully the knot in my shoulder worked on a bit. He definitely rubbed against my hole and dick a few times and had me solid about 30min into it. I told him not to start anything he won’t finish. I felt him slide his finger in my hole a couple of times and I warned him again. When I looked up I noticed he was trying to hide his own boner with the table. Told him he saw mine only right if I see his. He said he has to keep it professional. I asked him if fingering his customers is professional? He eventually pulled it out thick about 8 in dick precumming. I sucked him he sucked me. He ended up sliding inside me then I bent him over the table. He ended up filling me up and i returned the favor. Definitely 5 star deep tissue massage!

I get the feeling there's a wide range on this, but I feel masculine and comfortable with it when I've got a guy in me. I'm curious how other guys see it and feel when they do it?

Started chatting with a guy online who wanted to pnp while his bf was out of town. I showed up at his place and he immediately offered me his pipe. After several big hits, we got undressed and started feeling each other up. I came prelubed and soon as he was hard, I bent over and he slid inside me. He was about 7” thick and he didnt last very long. He apologized and let me take a few more hits of his pipe. I was still horny when I left, so I decided to stop by The Club. I got situated in a room and very quickly made eyes with a hot Hispanic guy. He stepped in my room and started sucking me off. He reached around and felt my lubed ass and growled when he felt it leaking. He got up and turned me around and bent me over the bed. He started reaching for a condom and I said fuck me raw. He said you cool if I am poz and I repeated fuck me raw. I thought the next thing I would feel in my ass was his dick, but it was fingers instead. He started with one and slowly started increasing the numbers. I realized quickly he was going to try to fist me. I took a big hit of poppers and decided to let this happen. I have never felt something so intense and I was oozing a ton of precum. After loosening me up, he pulled out and shoved his dick in. He began pounding me while I moanded into the pillow. After awhile he pushed me down on my stomach, he grabbed my arms and pulled them around to my back and held them there. He didnt want me to move. He slid his legs up on my side and I could instantly feel his dick poking my prostate. He said he was close and asked if I was ready for his load. I moaned yes louder than expected and the next thing I know he was unloading in me. He laid on top of me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I thought he would leave but instead I started feeling his fingers in my ass again. He asked if this was my first time attempting to get fisted and I said yes. He asked if I wanted to go to his place because he had supplies to make it easier for me. I told him I was up for it and I was ready when he was. More to come…

I've been with guys who just stop wanting sex the second they cum. For me, no way, my hole and prostate feel great the whole time a guy is fucking me and I have never wanted a top to stop. Doesn't matter if I've cum or not, my hole still loves it. The first guy who fucked me bare, when he pulled out I wrapped my legs around him and guided him back in. Second time he pulled out I guided him in me again and wrapped my legs tight around him. I just wanted to keep feeling his hard dick in me.

I agree @hntnhole. This is perhaps the simplest election so far. Do we continue as a democracy honoring our well crafted and able to be amended constitution? Or do we chuck it all (including every property right we have) and start over with an Orange King (Dictator)? As imperfect as our government is; it works for most of the population most of the time. Presently we are broken with our severely divided politics; with the R side building a platform on false information and more base human instincts. We can do better and I for one truly hope we do. While I would prefer a new generation of President; now doesn't seem to be the time. I miss the GOP though; at a time it provided a good check and balance. I hope we can return to that....

This is not correct. Proper treatment will cure infection with syphilis (a bacterium). However, most of the tests for syphilis are for antibodies (either to the syphilis bacterium or to other things that are generated in the disease process). Your body keeps making the antibodies even after the disease is cured. So you continue to test "positive". Sort of like +/U, except the infection is actually gone. So after you have had it once, you have a baseline level of antibodies that doesn't go away. Your doctor should know what that is (if you don't happen to remember it yourself). Mine is an RPR titer of 1:1. If you get re-infected, the body will ramp up production of the antibodies and the level will rise. The diagnostic standard for that is that a rise of four-fold (from baseline) in the RPR titer indicates re-infection.

Showed up at his place and he told me to strip down. He led me to a back bedroom that was set up as his play area. He told me to get in the sling and get comfortable. He excused himself for a few while I got into the sling. When he returned, he asked if I wanted anything to loosen up. I replied yes and he opened his bag and pulled out a pipe. He handed it to me and said go for it. As I started blowing clouds, he began lubing up my ass. Without saying anything, he reached over grabbed a butt plug, sprinkled some powder on it, and started to push it in. It was bigger than I am used to so he massaged it until it popped in. After letting me smoke for a few minutes, he took the pipe and started strapping my arms and legs into the sling. Only thing he said to me while he was doing it was I don’t want you to touch yourself while you are getting fisted. About this time, everything started to kick in and all I wanted to do was touch myself. He slowly started to pull the butt plug out. The popping sound and the feeling when it came out took my breath away. He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. He gave me a big hit of poppers and started. He slid one, two, and then more fingers into me. When he reached the first stopping point, he worked his hand in and out. He told me to breathe a few time and just relax. The moment his hand slid in, my body shivered and I had an instant feeling of pleasure. He spent the next 30 minutes working my ass over. The guy was a man of few words. When he was done fisting me, he stood up and slid his dick in me. He started fucking me and after a few minutes began to grunt and pound me as he dropped his load in me. He unhooked me and I got out of the sling. He offered me the pipe again, which I didn’t refuse, and took some big hits before I left. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, I logged onto BBRTS since I knew I was going to still be high and horny when I left. I got dressed and headed out.

And to follow this up: a jury of Trump's peers agrees, convicting him on all 34 felony counts today. They heard the evidence and they heard his defenses, and they decided.

I was in an abusive relationship, just not with my partner. Does that sound odd? I guess it does, and it was not a healthy relationship. It also led to my becoming positive and my partner as well. Where do I start? I was in my mid 20’s and had been with my partner Luke for more than 5 years. (He was 18 years older than I.) I had always been attracted to masculine older men and I was pretty mature for my age. I wasn’t in a monogamous relationship per se, but the rules were pretty clear—no fucking without a rubber, no sex with guys we knew, be discreet and so on. Mostly I liked to watch guys beat off at a local bookstore and occasionally suck some dick, although I didn’t suck off guys. Then I met David. David was mid 40’s, swarthy, cocky, hairy and had a blunt thick dick. I met him at the bookstore and after cruising each other, he got me in a larger booth. I didn’t usually do that—I preferred glory holes as they gave me more control. David seemed to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with from the beginning. He pushed me to my knees and unzipped before commanding me to suck his big dick. I’ll admit I was excited as it was a big one and I kind of got off on his dominate attitude, but he wouldn’t let me get up from my knees. Indeed, I never stopped sucking until he had me swallow every drop of his load. I coughed and gagged a bit as it was a big load and he just rammed it down my throat despite my request that I not go that far. He said I was trainable and I should call him—he gave me his private number. I told him I was in a relationship and he just smirked and said I was now in a different type of one and he expected me to call. I didn’t call for several weeks. I wasn’t going to except I came across his number in my jacket and I was horny…I figured a little phone sex wouldn’t hurt. Well, we talked and he told me he wanted a boy he could use on a regular basis. I whacked off to our talk and played along with what he suggested saying that was secretly what I wanted as well. I said I’d call sometime soon to set something up and didn’t think anything more about it. I was sure surprised when David called me at home a few days later saying I better set our first play session up soon or he would have to talk to my partner about things. Shit! David had caller ID—something that was relatively new at the time. Against my better judgment, I set up a mid afternoon session at his work the next day. David worked for a large family business that managed a huge apartment complex in a nearby suburb. This meant he always had an unoccupied apartment for his use and a small gym near his office. I tried to set limits from the beginning, but he just moved them around or ignored them. By the end of our first session it was clear he wanted to use me regularly: that his seed was never “wasted” and his word was to be obeyed. Even though it was more than I wanted to do, I ate his hairy ass that first session, massaged him and sucked him off. Session by session David drove me down. He mixed demands with praise, and was not above threatening blackmail if I disobeyed. In fact, he photocopied my driver’s license while I waited naked for him in the gym sauna. (I had placed my clothes and wallet in a locker at his command over the phone and his lock was ajar and ready to secure it) I didn’t know that until a bit later when he started fucking me with just spit for lube. It started with condoms, but after a short while he started demanding it raw. Hell, I had been seeing him for less than 2 months a few times a week and he wanted to start to fuck me raw! He had paperwork to show he was negative, but I was very leery of crossing this line. He said I didn’t have to, but if I said no, I would be punished. I got my first bare ass spanking that day and was sobbing by the time he was done. I heard a click and heard him chuckle as he took a photo of my cheery red ass. I started to complain and he just spanked me harder and said my face wasn’t showing, bitch! David constantly drove the level of servitude up. I called at set times, set up an appointment and did as he told. It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t into being a slave and that was what he wanted. Sometimes he left a key to an apartment under a particular rock in his apartment complex and I would go to that apartment and get naked and wait for his arrival—frequently waiting longer that I wanted to. Then he added a blindfold to the routine and later earplugs so I couldn’t hear him come in. We were now at the 3+ month point when he announced that I was going to take his cum up my ass that day. (I was expected to be “prepared” to get fucked every time we met up.) He threw a folder down at me and in it was my photocopied driver’s license, photos he had taken of me when my ears were plugged and eyes blindfolded. Did my partner want to see these, David asked? I was speechless! He told me to lie on a weightlifting bench on my stomach. (The locker room was closed for “cleaning”.) I was crying as he spit on my ass and took me raw. It was rough and essentially rape, but I took it as there wasn’t another alternative. He wouldn’t cum without me begging for it and I think he totally got off breaking my safe sex vow between my partner and I. Step by step my limits were dashed—swallowing cum on command, taking cum up my ass and now he said it was time to start swallowing his piss. I had never done that for anyone, but with his spanking as motivation, I was now trained at doing that. You may wonder what this was doing for my love life at home? Well, Luke usually instigated sex and I always did my best to please him. Nevertheless, there was a growing wall between us due to self-esteem issues from my “training”. Luke LOVED his ass eaten deeply and for long periods of time. It was our foreplay almost every time we had sex. I had confessed my routine to David and he wanted to bring Luke down with me, I guess. After a month of taking David’s loads up my ass, he said it was time for my “pussy boyfriend” to take David’s load up his ass, too! I was dumbfounded! Luke was a top, and shy of drugging him, how the hell was David going to cum up Luke’s ass?? David was nothing if not inventive. He told me to push his cum out of my ass into my hand each night he bred me, then lick up his spooge and tongue fuck it into Luke. If I did this, he would let me cum with Luke, otherwise I would have to abstain from cumming except when David allowed it. As wrong as this was, I loved eating Luke’s firm hairy ass and I could usually open his ass pretty deep with my tongue. I would spread his ass and clamp my mouth to his ass when it was relaxed and open and push David’s cum in his ass with a combination of spitting and tonguing it in. It really turned David on to hear about this and I got lots of praise for marking my partner’s pussy with David’s virile seed. I’ll admit it, I got off on this despite it being nasty and taboo—maybe I liked it because it was so wrong. Maybe I was just at a point in my life where I was broken down. The biggest demand from David was now that he wanted to mark me as his property. He would pay to tattoo his initials on me somewhere it couldn’t be seen…around my ring finger under the ring Luke had given me, in my hairline somewhere, under a toe, etc. I drew the line at this. I told David I had already given him my servitude, but as he wasn’t supporting my financially in any way, he didn’t own me that way. David said he wanted to mark me as his and would put his thinking cap on for other alternatives. I guess at the 6 month point he got inspired. The next time I saw David he wasn’t alone. His good friend Barry was there with a boy and David said he wanted to have sex with me as Barry did his boy. David kept asking me what I thought of his buddy and wasn’t he hot. Well, Barry was hot! There was some quality about him beyond his physical charms that really called to me. I admitted my attraction for Barry to David and rather than being jealous, David seemed really pleased. “I think Barry should spend some quality time with us” was David’s comment. I wasn’t surprised to see Barry at our next session. He was also alone. I serviced David while Barry watched and encouraged me. I really liked Barry’s voice, hot body and open face. There really was something about Barry that I wanted. I asked David if I could suck Barry and he said you’ll be doing more than that soon! Barry ended up jacking off while French kissing me and David marked my ass with his big load. I wished it was Barry who had bred me. Barry was at the next session, but not before David had a little chat with me. “I have decided to give up tattooing you as a means of showing ownership.” David announced. “What I want instead is for you to give yourself to my buddy as a way of showing your obedience to me. I want Barry to mark you as I have and expect you to show him the same respect by asking for him to mark you and claim your ass.” I didn’t say anything so David grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let another man breed you so I will know that you are willing to put my desires ahead of your limits?” I stared in David’s hard eyes and said nothing. “Do you need motivation?” David asked. I thought about how hard he would spank me this time and just shook my head no. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let Barry mark you because I have told you that I want it?” I simply shook my head yes and David cooed “good boy!” I was naked when Barry arrived. David seemed happier than I had ever seen him. He instructed me to start at Barry’s toes and worship his body. I’ll admit that I didn’t need much coaching. Barry touched me constantly and stared in my eyes with approval. His nods showed satisfaction and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Barry was David’s age, had a masculine barrel chest and slight beer gut with muscle underneath. He was hairy, balding, with soft brown eyes that seemed to look right through me. I guess I’d say he was my physical ideal and while he was totally masculine and in charge, I did not feel belittled or lessened by servicing him. I felt validated and complete. Truth be known, Barry was a daddy, not a master and that was what I wanted more than anything in the world. Barry softly moaned as I took his thick dick in my mouth. It was a bit of a struggle taking him to the root as he was a generous 8” long at least. He leaked precum like a sieve and it was crystal clear and sweet. I loved licking his nuts and watch a small string of pearl-like string of his precum fall from his piss slit. Barry moaned when I stuck my tongue out to capture his essence and smiled at me. I found myself melting. I didn’t pay attention to David photographing my session with Barry. When Barry kissed me I knew that I wasn’t going to back down. While David wanted me to do this to show my obedience to him, I was going to do this because Barry was what I wanted. After a blissful hour of pleasuring Barry and receiving the feedback that a boy but not a slave needs, I didn’t mind David saying it was time. David marked me first by pounding a load into me while I got my throat reamed by Barry. “Tell Barry what you want as a sign of your servitude to me” demanded David. I looked Barry in the eyes and said: “Barry, I want you to mark my ass with your seed as a means of me showing that David has ownership and control of me. David wants me to take your breeding and I want it, too.” David asked Barry if he was satisfied and I saw a troubled look cross Barry’s face, then he nodded. Maybe Barry didn’t want me, or didn’t want to do this because of David’s wishes. I was confused so I just looked down, Barry walked me away to another room, surrounded me in a bear hug and whispered if I really wanted to do this for David. I whispered that I did, then I told him that I really wanted this for myself, that he was the man I wanted and I hoped he would do me the honor of marking me as his own because I wasn’t doing this for David anymore. I guess Barry could see the sincerity in my eyes because he just stared in my eyes and then nodded yes. If you really want to be bound to me this way and you give me your consent, I’ll mark your ass as mine and you will belong to me, not David. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him as tight as I could and thanked him for his understanding. My breeding was so unlike any David had given me. Although I was well lubricated with David’s seed, this fuck was about Barry and me. David wanted me on my back so he could look in my eyes and kiss me. It felt like being cherished instead of being used. My dick was rock hard and dripping as Barry slide inside me. He fucked me masterfully, but also with real passion. I wasn’t being used; I was becoming part of Barry. I never heard the camera clicking and David’s words to Barry to breed my ass and so on were just background noise. Sweat was dripping upon me from Barry and he asked me again and again if I wanted this. My pleading seemed to ignite something inside him. His fucking was now rutting and I mewled and begged him to give it to me. “I can’t stop it now, boy! I am breeding you and making you mine!” I cried out as I convulsed in an orgasm to beat all orgasms with my hands holding on to Barry in a death grip. My ass squeezed with my ejaculation and Barry’ rammed in as deep as he could go at that point and planted his seed deep in me. I swear time stood still for a moment and I held Barry against me tight and thanked him over and over again as I rubbed his sweat-slick back and kissed him a hundred times.. After Barry left, David said he was proud of me and thanked me for doing that for me. I never said who I had done it for and I was afraid he would know so I just looked down as usual. David said nothing has changed from your assigned protocol—I want you to seed your boyfriend’s pussy with both of our loads. I nodded. David was hard again as he told me how hot it was to see me get nailed by Barry and take his seed. He jacked off in my mouth as he said that we were going to need to play with Barry again and soon so David could know that I was forever marked as his. I just thought whatever, I was going to take Barry again to satisfy me and I was thinking about Barry as David made me drink his cum. I didn’t feel bad with Barry in my head. Barry was a frequent guest in our playtime and each time only seemed to strengthen our connection. Each evening after taking David’s load first and then Barry’s, I got as much of their seed into my partner as I could. At about my 9th month with David I called to say I wasn’t feeling good and to my surprise, David gave me time off from seeing him. He asked questions about how I was feeling and it wasn’t exactly concern I was hearing in his voice. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but he seemed pleased, almost. David was never a sensitive sort so I ignored it. I was sicker than a dog for a week After a few weeks I returned to servicing David and to my disappointment, Barry wasn’t there. I asked David in a way that I hoped wouldn’t get me punished, but David said that Barry had done his job and he didn’t need his services anymore to mark me. I asked David what he meant by Barry ‘doing his job’ and David just smirked. “I think it is pretty obvious” stated David. I just stared at David with an obviously confused look so he continued. “I told you I wanted you marked as my property. You refused my reasonable request to create a subtle tattoo so I had to think outside the box. I wanted you permanently marked and if I couldn’t do it externally, I thought I should do it internally.” I still wasn’t following. David explained “I love marking your ass with my seed, but as often as I do it, I know my seed is pushed out of your body quickly enough. My buddy Barry has seed that can bond with you and remain a part of you forever. I made sure you had his seed often until I know that it took,” A chill went down my back and I felt sick to my stomach. “Barry is poz???” I asked. “He sure is!” David boasted. I started to cry and David said I was now permanently marked as his and he would use me as long as he wanted. I sobbed that he wouldn’t get away with this, but David just played a cassette tape of me asking to be bred by David. He had also discreetly set up a video cam and it sure looked like I wanted to get pozzed by Barry. I had been played perfectly by David and I hung my head in shame. I hit rock bottom when my partner Luke got “the flu” shortly afterwards. At David’s command I had willingly seeded his ass numerous times with Barry’s toxic cum. I didn’t know what to do when luck brought Barry to me. I was at an AIDS fundraiser at the Eagle and there was Barry in leather never looking better. I felt tears well up and I sniffled if I could have a word with him in private. I told Barry what had happened and asked if he was a part of David’s deception. The strong gentleness I had always known from Barry melted away leaving a pissed off man in his place. He swore he only did what he did because I wanted it. He gave me his number and asked me to call him next week. He also kissed and hugged me and promised he would handle this for me—whatever that meant. A week later I met Barry at his house. He had a box with all the blackmail items and a large settlement from the apartment complex that David ran for both Luke and I. He also said David had been suitably punished. I asked how and Barry said he had beat the shit out of David for starters. Luke forgave me for falling into David’s web and I got permission to be Barry’s boy. It turned out that Luke liked Barry and respected him for stepping forth to make amends. I have been in a three way relationship ever since and we are all a family and we all share Barry’s DNA within us. I am finally the boy I always wanted to be and I have a loving daddy and an awesome partner in Luke.

Ugh, it’s been a while. Work and life and all that stuff caught up with me. But here’s a new chapter! Short summary of people being mentioned: Eddie: Doctor at the clinic Matt: His nurse Anthony: Cute guy in waiting room that was called just before me. ------------------------------- I pulled my pants up and covered up the cum stained black t-shirt with my zipper-hoodie, then put on my jacket. I spoke for a while with the guys while they were cleaning up the exam room. Eddie even opened a window to air out the stench of sex in there. They were both new at the clinic having started just after new year’s. Eddie was 31 and had just got his degree while Matt, 23, was still studying to become a nurse. Matt had walked in on Eddie as Eddie was furiously masturbating while reading journals containing the raunchy detailed accounts of how HIV patients had contracted the virus, and of course they hit it off immediately since Matt was a chaser and Eddie unmedicated poz. They were fucking several times per day and having access to high viral load blood samples at the clinic meant that of course it didn’t take long until Matt was converting. Right now, his viral load was peaking, before his body would be accustomed and able to fight off some of it. They had been talking about how hot it would be to gift patients at the clinic, and I was apparently their first recipient. I informed them that they had to recuperate until I came back in the evening with my husband. I thanked them for their generosity and stepped out of the exam room into the hallway. As I closed the door behind me, the door on the opposite side of the corridor opened and out stepped Anthony, looking very upset. His eyes were red, and it was clear that he had been crying. He looked at me, then quickly looked away and started rushing towards the exit. I guess he wasn’t as happy with his doctor as I was with mine. Outside the hospital was a small park, and as I crossed it, I saw Anthony sitting on a bench, hunched over with his face resting in his palms. I walked over to him and sat down next to him. - “Are you OK sweetie?”, I said in a soft voice. - “NO!”, he said and turned to me and threw his arms around me, sobbing. I hugged him back and just held him for a while. - “Guess you didn’t get the results you were hoping for in there?” - “No… Well… Yes… But no…”, he paused for a minute and then looked at me. - “It turns out I’m poz.”, he said. - “Oh, congr*COUGH COUGH*”, I stopped myself, hoping he didn’t catch what I was about to say. “Sorry to hear that.”, I corrected myself. - “No, you were right the first time, congratulations are in order, it’s just… this wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” - “Wow, ok! Now, just to make things clear; I’m a fellow chaser, so feel free to say anything, no judgement from me babe! I’m sitting here with two unmedicated poz loads in my neg ass, so really; NO judgement!”, I said, surprising myself with how open and blunt I was. I’m usually shy and mostly keep my twisted mind to myself, or the occasional online contact. Anthony looked up at me with a grin and started laughing. - “I fucking knew it! I saw it on you in the waiting room, that’s why I started the app, because I wanted to check out your profile, but you weren’t nearby. Then when you tapped me I saw it, and how you’re a bareback bottom, and I knew.”. Anthony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and continued. - “Wait… What? You got two loads in your ass, and you just came from the clinic? That’s fucking nasty, going to the clinic right after you’ve been bred.”. He laughed. - “Uhm… Not exactly. I didn’t have them in me when I came to the clinic…”. I flashed him a devilish smile. - “NO! You got fucked by the doctor?! FUCK!” - “And the nurse…”, I said, as I opened up my hoodie and showed him the cum that was all over my t-shirt. - “FUCK!”, he looked at me in awe. I just smiled back at him. - “So, congratulations on your poz result, now what’s with the tears?”, I asked. - “I had this whole thing planned in my head. I’m a total top, and I have a bottom boyfriend who is a chaser and we’ve been talking about opening our relation and both of us becoming poz and live out our sluttiness as we desire. The plan was that I was going to get one extramarital freebie and meet up with a poz top for whom I would bottom for once just to get infected, then have a ritualized breeding of my boyfriend as I asked him to marry me, and then we’d open up the relationship and fuck around as much as possible. But apparently the little fucker has been cheating on me and beat me to it by infecting me without me knowing it. I had my suspicions, and now they’re confirmed. I wouldn’t have cared as much if we had an open relation already, but he wouldn’t have it, not until we were poz…” - “Oh… I had something similar with my ex, not that any of us were chasing, quite the opposite, but he was apparently cheating on me a lot. I offered to open our relationship so he could fuck around without being unfaithful, but he couldn’t stand the thought of me fucking someone else. I broke up with him after he cheated on me while I was on a funeral for a family member, that was just going way too far. And two months later he was poz… The fucker…” - “What the hell is wrong with people?” - “Exactly… Better to be sluts and fuck around from the beginning, like me and my husband!” - “Oh yeah? You’re married? Is he poz?” - “Nope… Not yet anyway. Not sure if he’ll stay neg after his visit to the clinic later this afternoon, he’ll be meeting the same doctor that I met.”, I said and laughed. - “So… Can I fuck you? And him? I’ve got a potent poz cock here, apparently.”, Antony said and grabbed his cock through his pants and shook it. - “Fuck yes you can! You’re cute as hell! I’ve already tapped you on the gay app! But… we’ve both got some kind of STI, that’s why we’re visiting the clinic…” - “So do I, HIV wasn’t the only thing he gave me, so I’m already being treated for those and can’t really get anything else. And I’m sure your doctor wouldn’t mind if your husband comes pre-lubed with cum to his appointment.” - “Oh, he’d like that, for sure. Nasty guy that one, so fucking hot.” I picked up my phone and sent a text to my husband: “Clean out and apply numbing cream to your sore hole, I’m bringing a surprise home for you. I’ll be home in 30 minutes! Love you!” Anthony and I got on the subway back to my place. It was the middle of the day so it was really crowded, and we ended up standing very close to each other, talking about this and that, nothing dirty since people would be listening. Or maybe they wouldn’t since the whole world is occupied by mobile zombies these days. Noones paying attention to anything anymore. I “accidentally” rubbed the back of my hand against his crotch and felt something stir inside the fabric of his jeans, so I kept rubbing while looking into his eyes and seeing him smile more and more, even closing his eyes and moaning softly once in a while, especially when the driver hit the brakes at the next stop, and my hand was pushed harder onto his growing cock. I grabbed it more intentionally and squeezed what I could feel was a very long cock, and soon I feet a wet spot starting to form on the front of his pants. I whispered into his ear: “Lots of pre-cum, huh?”. “It’s like Manneken Pis down there. Except the dick is bigger.”, he replied with a smile. My mind wandered off to the world-famous bronze fountain sculpture in Brussels, Belgium, that I had seen so many times on my travels there, imagining what it would be like to meet a guy who leaked as much pre-cum as that little boy was pissing water. It would be heaven. Especially if it was poz pre-cum. The subway arrived at my stop in the rural parts of the town, and we got off. The train left the platform, and we were all alone, so I got down on my knees and shoved my face into his crotch and sucked the wet spot. I could taste the salty pre-cum, combined with the taste of cotton and a hint of detergent. I playfully bit his cock and growled like a horny, somewhat camp, lion, then stood up, took his hand and pulled him towards the escalators. As we exited the station, I caught the eye of the guy in the ticket booth who smiled at us, and just then I realized that the platforms are, of course, monitored with cameras. He’d seen me suck his bulge. I smiled back and winked and continued towards the exit. Just past the doors I stopped in my step and told Anthony to wait there as I ran back towards the ticket booth. I leaned into the hatch and said: - “How much did you see, and did you like it?” The guy in the booth just looked at me, then stood up and showed me that under the desk he had his cock out and was jerking off. He stepped to the door and unlatched it and let me in. I immediately got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, and I only got to suck it for three seconds until he blasted a huge load in my mouth. I saved the entire load and was careful not to swallow it, which made it hard to talk, but I saw a piece of paper and a pen on his desk, so I just wrote “THANKS!” and my phone number, then smiled at him and went back to Anthony who was waiting outside. He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, I must’ve looked quite stupid as I stood there with a smile on my face, my mouth clamped shut around a mouthful of something. I grabbed Anthony’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. As his tongue entered and dipped into the pool of cum in my mouth he moaned and stuck his tongue deeper into me, scooping out the load. He sucked it out of my mouth, then spit half of it back and pulled away from me, swallowing every drop he had. I did the same. - “How the hell did you get that? You’re just a fucking magnet for loads, aren’t you?” - “Trade secret. Professional slut here.”, I said, flashing him cheeky smile and wiping a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. Anthony laughed as I wandered off towards my apartment.

Nick pulled into the gas station. He and Tex were driving cross country, taking the back roads just for the fun of it. The sun was going down and the place looked like a snap shot out of the 50s Two highways crossed and on the corners there was a large house, a motel a diner and this gas station, Unlike your typical 1950s scene the handsome young man who came out to pump their gas had dark skin, the color of milk chocolate, He wore coveralls and white T shirt. He looked to be about 20ish Tex was half Egyptian and by extension Nick was one quarter. “We don’t get many through here this time of year” The young man said. His name Arnie was embroidered on his coveralls “I was just about to close up when you pilled in, no use staying open after dark” The door tp the diner across the street opened and they could hear music coming from within. Two or three cars sat out front “How far is it to the next town?” Tex asked “About an hour and a half but it’s a shame to drive that stretch at night. It’s some of the prettiest country you will find” Arnie said “How's the food in the diner and the motel rooms?” Nick asked admiring the way the boys ass curved as he bent slightly to fill their tank “Well my mom is the cook at the diner so I may be biased, but I think the food is great. The rooms are clean, have AC and decent wi/fi” Arnie replied “What do you think Babe?” Nick asked Tex as they stood by the car. On an impulse he kissed his husband who was also secretly his genetic father ”Want to get some dinner and turn in early?" Arnie’s eyes widened at the kiss, he smiled nut seemed unsure, like he wanted to say something but was to shy “I think that’s a good idea. I’m sure we can find something to do tonight” Tex said and not so subtly adjusted himself as the more and more interested Arnie watched They pulled into the motel and got a room which turned out to be pleasant though the bed was just a bit softer than they were used too, Walking across the street to the diner they discovered that Arnie’s mom was indeed a great cook A few minutes after they got back to their room neither was really surprised to hear a knock on their door or to find Arnie standing there looking freshly showered, wearing a pair of shorts and a button up shirt Nick just stepped back and let the nervous young man enter. Tex began kissing the Arnie without a word as Nick close and locked the door Nick came up behind their intended victim and pulled his shorts down exposing a beautiful bubble ass. Tex unbuttoned Arnie’s shirt and pulled it off as Nick let the shorts drop to the floor and Arnie stepped free Tex and nick stripped and led the sacrificial boy to the bed “I’ve never… been with other guys before” Arnie said as Tex stretched out on the bed his 11 inch cock stiffening “We will be gentle” Nick promised as he pushed Arnie onto the bed on his hands and knees and Tex guided the boy’s head towards his cock with a firm hand “Shouldn’t we use condoms?” Arnie asked as Nick slipped a finger up his asss “Don’t have any and we never use them: Tex said as he pushed his cock into Arnie’s mouth, cutting off any further questions Nick mounted the boy from behind, not asking permission before he began to push his seven inches of toxic poz cock into that virgin hole Tex would not let the boy up off his cock as Nick worked his way deeper, till his pubes ground into the neg buy's cheeks. He began sliding in and out with a steady rhythm When Arnie began to moan Tex let him suck at his own pace “Doesn’t my husband’s raw cock feel good in you?” he asked and Arnie nodded keeping that huge shaft in his mouth as Nick pounded him “You want him to cum inside you” Tex asked and Arnie nodded again Nick sped up and soon shot his virus filled seed into the unsuspecting neg boy He and Tex swapped places and Tex slid into the newly pozzed boy with a groan “You have such a tight bubble ass he groaned and started sliding in and out grinding Nicks seed into the silky inner walls of this inexperienced country boy as he sucked his own ass juices off Nick’s shaft Tex reached under to stroke Arnie’s rock hard six inches in time with his own thrusts. They came together, Tex cupping his hand to catch that last truly neg load spewing from the boy's cock as he fired a second poz load into that unprotected ass. He let Arnie lick his own cum off his fingers and then made out with the boy and Nick though Nick only kissed Tex After a while Arnie said “I have to go, I need to drive mom home when the diner closes: He got up and dressed taking their virus with him as he left Nick and Tex showered and slept soundly, Nick in his Daddy’s arms as always, They rose early and were on the road 10 minutes after the sun came up Arnie had been right. The country was to pretty to drive through at night. They were glad they had stayed the night in that little motel for more than one reason ***************************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I once hooked up with a French guy who mainly played safe. He didn't have insurance yet since he was on probation at his job and was cautious since treatment for anything would be out-of-pocket. He also wasn't on PrEP but I was. I hooked up with him once before and we wrapped up. I liked him since his dick was pretty nice and he looked a bit like a sexier version of my previous boss. The second time, he agreed that he was willing to fuck me bare and I was excited. When I showed up, we teased a bit and he put it into me to try. After around maybe a minute of really soft fucking, he changed his mind and asked if I was okay if he wrapped up. I was disappointed, but I respect his choices. We fucked for a while, maybe like 15 minutes in his room before he asked if he can fuck me in his kitchen over the counter. I was okay with it and assumed it was a bit of a kink of his. When he got close in the kitchen, I told him to "cum in me." I assumed he was going to cum into the condom, but to my surprise, he took the condom off, put his bareback cock back into me and pumped maybe 2 or 3 more times before breeding me deep. I was so hot and excited, my ass clenched, and milked out his load. I was afraid it might have been painfully tight from how much I was holding onto him. When he pulled out, the moment I felt that skin-on-skin, cum-lubed hole, I was moaning and in heaven. We then had a nice dinner that he made and talked a bit about his reluctance. We never did end up hooking up again, but I'm satisfied with what happened. I'm hoping that his insurance kicked in and he felt more comfortable fucking raw because he seemed to enjoy filling me with his babies.

I'm extremely turned-off by masculine, manly dominant bottoms sexually speaking. On the street, I seek masculine straight-acting alpha men. But once in bed I need it a little softer, submissive, docile, feminine and willing to be demasculinized while being repeatedly penetrated.

It's a really interesting question, especially looking at some of the replies above. I've never thought about it, but I guess it simply makes me feel like a man, enjoying the ultimate man on man action. Last Sunday there was a guy who has fucked and loaded me a number of times who fucked me like I've never been fucked before. At one point he got up on his haunches and mounted me, at which I point I asked him to use me like a bitch. I felt more raunchy and slutty, rather than non-masculine.

Just want to be his bitch😵

When I btm I just see it as a guy enjoying being fucked and breed by another guy... both enjoying the sex together.

Happened a few times over the years. It happened when I'd just started prep and really wanted to try it. We didn't talk about condoms on the app and I show up at his place. He's teasing my hole with his dick and I'm thinking this is probably going to happen bare and getting excited. But he's trying to go in without lube so I ask if he has lube and he leaves the room, then comes back with lube and his dick with a condom on. I don't want him in me with a condom, so I clench my hole tight and don't let him in me. I figure I'll get it off and see what happens next, so I say I'll blow him and start pulling it off. He just asks me if I want bb and before I can say anything he's pulled it off, squirted on lube and is on top of me poking it in me.

rotflmao foreign policy: the one thing both sides are guilty of is kissing the ass of israel. but lol at the putin/kim loving, classified info babbled at cocktails party loose lipped financially compromised guy being better for foreign policy. that was a good one! 😂 the economy? lol did you enjoy those 4 years of deficit building, out of control inflation and record unemployment. the pathetic mishandling of the covid crisis alone ruined the economy in ways that will take forever to heal.

Bit hard to hide this

Hi @Loveitraw you are right- I doubt they include how the various meds impact the taste of cum in any of their studies but I for one would be happy to volunteer to be in those trials should they ever start them and something tells me that I would not be the only one on this site raising my hand (or dropping to me knees, as the case may be) to volunteer.

Usual hunting on BBRT during working hours. I haven’t bottomed in months and felt the urge to have some cum in me. Came across a middle aged lad who was on the way home so I sent a message. Asked me to come to his, and just be ready on his bed up the stairs. He said there’s a blindfold on the bed for me and I must use it. Obliged, I douched quickly and left work for his house. Nice flat just outside Wembley in London. Walked though his flat door which was on the latch and followed my way to the dark bedroom. I stripped and put on the mask and put my arse up on the bed. Then the door creaked shut to nothing but silence and a man heathy breathing. Without saying a word to me, he took my thighs and parted them. He moaned as he wrestled to get me to move, I was a little shaken. Then before I could breath, his rock hard member tried sliding into me. I was dry, no lube and I grunted from the pain. He grabbed my thighs again, spat on my hole and then slid his cock inside me with force I’ve never felt before. I immediately pushed forward, I was so incredibly tight and it hurt! He grabbed me, grunted and said fucking take it. I arched back, he slid in with force again and just held it there with his hands on my wrist. I couldn’t move from the pain but his dick did feel good. About 5 minutes of the most intense hate fucking I’ve ever felt, he came inside me grunting. Tears running down my face, voice broken from the fuck, and I felt absolutely wrecked. I felt used. Said to get out whilst he cleans up. I just about managed to get up and walk out. Ended up with some bruising and some bleeding. But his cum dripped all the way home.

I bred one of my regular bottoms on Capitol Hill, Seattle. I drive a work truck that has tools and important shit that cannot be stolen or my ass is grass. I’ve been using this fag in Cap Hill, Seattle who has a private garage in his condo building so I can park my truck in a secure locked location. I text him what my estimated time of arrival is and he makes sure to lube up and get ready for Daddy. Today I told him I wanted lubed pussy. Pre-loaded. He went out and took a load. I arrived at my scheduled time. Parked my truck in his secure garage. Went upstairs, and walked into his apartment. He welcomed me into his condo, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him. I don’t normally kiss my fags, but this one is becoming kind of special to me. So I trapped him against the wall in his condo after he locked the door and forcefully kissed him. His moans told me he was ready. I slipped my hand down his pants to feel his wet inviting pussy. Once I felt his loose slutty cummy hole I knew we were in business. I kicked off my work boots. He sucked on me for a moment to respectfully say hello to mg cock. He got up on the bed and put his pussy in the air. I saw what I thought was a condom wrapper and I almost went into an angry mood. This faggot has been taking my loads consistently. He knows I only fuck raw and I don’t associate with condom users. I was mad that this object was in my presence. But I didn’t want to get angry and ruin the fuck. Anyway I put his ankles on my shoulders and slid in. Once I felt the familiar grip of reliable pussy my anger subsided and I looked closer. It was a lube packet on the bed. It wasn’t a condom. It was a free giveaway lube packet bars and public health groups give out. Once I was balls deep in a familiar bareback ass I returned to my senses. I gave him a thick 4 day load. My anger at the perceived condom may have inadvertently fueled a harder punishment fuck and a bigger load. I gave my regular fag an angrier fuck than normal because I was mad about the lube packet and the disrespect I thought it implied as a condom.

Once you have a positive experience with sucking cock, for me it's when I taste and eat his load, it's so hard to not chase after that moment again. For me, it's that moment that I'm completely in a trance while he's cumming. Feeling that penis head all over my lips, my tongue moving back and forth furiously, knowing that I must continue to stimulate him as he cums, then feeling the satisfaction of all that warm sperm enter my world, this moment is completely intoxicating. When I enter it, it's a feeling of complete surrender; I'm not thinking about before this moment, I'm not thinking about after, what the consequences may be, what I'll do next etc. In fact, I'm not thinking about myself at all. I am totally in the present, egoless and selfless. For the feeder, he feels this in his own way too, a total loss of control and almost going unconscious, just blacking out and cumming. That's a beautiful moment for two people to experience, to me it's spiritual and it's a moment we are both alive to the fullest. To me, it's the same feeling as right before you go down the roller coaster drop, or jump out of a plane skydiving, or jump into a freezing cold pool. It's a total adrenaline rush. All I can think about is how good his penis feels in my mouth and how instinctual it is to me to want to taste his semen. I'm totally lost in the moment and overwhelmed by it, almost like I'm having an orgasm myself. The only thoughts racing through my mind is that I can't believe I have a man's penis in my mouth, and now I'm tasting his sperm, now I'm eating it. Oh my god. I don't even feel conscious, I'm too aroused and focused on feeling his pleasure. In that moment, I just want to feel the warmth, the squirting, the taste of it all over my tongue, the after taste after I gulp a couple spurts down and let it keep squirting more in my mouth. We both slowly come back down to reality and sober up, I don't always feel that great after it is done, but after some time passes, I'll relive this moment in my head and crave it again. I'm so hooked on that moment.

I make typos occasionally, just like almost anyone. I try to correct them as I go, but some undoubtedly slip through. The only thing I think "covfefe" could possibly have been intended to be was "coffee" and the fact that he didn't see that glaring an error before he hit send is pretty strong evidence to me he was high when he made it. Trump for years has displayed symptoms of addiction to something - most like Adderall or something like that. But I'll grant it was a typo - just not one that someone with his supposed massive intellect, the best intellect, no one has a better intellect than he has, people come up to him with tears in their eyes and say "Sir, that intellect, it's amazing, I've never known anyone with an intellect like that" could possibly make. Nowadays, of course, he's just becoming senile. Every one of his "rallies" is a long rant barely elevated above "Get off my lawn!" by his invoking whoever he's currently got the reds over.

I hardly know where to begin this month. I took loads on 13 days this month, a record for me, next best was on 11 days in the month. The funny thing is that busy periods for that usually happen when I’m on holiday but this was at home. It all started with a straightforward Grindr hookup which led to a young 24 yo guy staying at my house for a week. Something of a fantasy. He was new to the city and I showed him around , helped him open a bank account, find an apartment etc. he kindly flooded my guts with his cum a number of time but the month was good too for other hookups, bathhouse visits and a threesome. I still have a day to go in the month so will head out cruising …

I’m Jason, a gay 21yr old twink. 180cm, 75kg, shaggy blonde hair and completely free of facial hair, smooth body except for a triangle of pubic hair, a snail trail up to my navel and armpit hair. I’m cut, around 9” long when hard, and 6” around the hard shaft. I’ve found the little blue pill increases that rock hard size by ½ an inch on both counts. I love my cock being played with while I bottom. Whether it’s hard, semi hard or soft, still feels fucking amazing…I prefer to bottom. But I have been known to top. I had long had a fascination with gay pnp and had been reading stories and watching videos since I was about 16 years old. I was a virgin until I was 18, and by then, even though a virgin I was already pretty sure of what I wanted sexually. My preference was for other hung twinks, and jocks. But I was open to all, except for guys who don’t know what ‘good personal hygiene’ means! To me, the only thing that should taste like cheese, is…. cheese! I began my sexual encounters using gay hook up sites, such as BBRT and Squirt, NKP, Grindr, Scruff etc. I soon realised that I wasn’t your average twink, as most of the ones I hooked up with ended up being airheads. But the odd one was like me, focused on great sex and wanting to push limits. Jocks were quite a bit better, but I began to find that the bears and daddies were like gold. I am not stupid, and quickly realised that a lot of these older bear/daddy types were willing to do pretty much whatever with a hot young guy who was serious about having long wild sex sessions. Of course, that meant that some of my wildest fantasies could be achieved with these guys. And of course, I also had by now, several twink and jock type fuck buddies who were not flakes so I was in a good place. I was particularly horny this particular night and was keen to get wild. I had not yet experienced pnp sex but knew deep inside that I wasn’t interested in puffing as much as getting straight to the point. Yup, a slam and getting totally wild. I wanted a long wild session with like-minded guys. Guys who where addicted to owning a slutty hole for many hours, even days. Because this had been the object of my fantasies since watching and searching out everything about gay pnp, I was primed. In my head, all I could think about was the story I had recently read online. It was titled ‘Brad’s first Gay PnP Gangbang, by author ‘Ben Dover’…when I read it I then also found the same title and author with part 2 ,3 and 4! Also ‘Gay PnP Adventures’ and one about huge toy initiation. Seriously do an online search and you will see what I mean…although that many chems they gave Brad in that series is somewhat far-fetched but HOT AS FUCK… I decided, right then and there, that this did not have to happen tonight. If it did, that would be like some kind of miracle. I had already worked out that most hookups don’t happen as planned, and that a lot of guys on these hook-up sites would talk for hours then when you put the hard word on them to actually hook up, all of a sudden it was now too late as they have work in the morning…or. the budgie is sick, or I have to feed the goldfish…WTF, you know what I mean, weak lame ass excuses! So I’m thinking, I want to set the stage for my ultimate hook up, or at least one of my many fantasies, can play out at least close to, if not BETTER than the actual movie playing in my mind. I’m thinking group, sling, toys, hung tops, fist…and then that little voice kicks in, “Hey buddy, you have only been fucked a few times! What makes you think you can progress from that to being gang fucked, toyed and even fisted’? Straight away the other little evil cheeky voice kicks in and says ‘A BIG FAT TINA SLAM- that’s what!” And the first voice meekly replies, Oh…yup, fair comment…” and that voice retires for the weekend! So how do I start? I think for a few seconds, then think, OF COURSE, a ‘Quick-Connect ad on BBRT!’ I get straight on it. I am sitting at my gaming desk, stark naked with a raging hard-on, slowly jerking my cock every now and again as I focus on placing an ad. I know I have to word the ad carefully, as no mention of drugs is allowed. I begin to type. “Inexperienced hung bottom verse twink, can host or travel, seeking top verse guys to help me go from mild to wild in seconds. Seeking a long session with hung top verse guys who are open to anything, so long as the chemistry is right…DM me if keen” . I was oozing precum as I typed. I read then re-read what I had written, my cock twitched and more precum oozed out of my piss/cum slit. This was it, now or never. I clicked submit before I could change my mind. I suddenly thought, if anyone replies, I am not really ready! I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got the douche hose running so the water was warm and reasonably fast. I inserted it in to my already hungry hole and felt the pleasure of my hole filling with water, and the pressure As bead of cum oozed out of my cock as I squatted in the shower recess. I felt so full and pushed out, evacuating my bowels of the influx of water as well as the rest of the contents, feeling so horny as I washed it all away. I repeated the process about 5 times over, till everything was crystal clear, then got out and dried off. I went back to my room and looked at the screen on my PC. There were 20 new messages! I rubbed some lube on my hungry hole, and pushed my fingering. Then I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and inserted it. It went straight in. I then sat down to read the messages which had come through as I was douching. I opened the email tab. At a quick glance, 7 were from the same profile. The profile name was ‘IDAREYOU’, which made me leak more precum and my hole clench around the butt plug and then involuntarily relax. I opened the first email from him. It read…’I specialize in transforming bottom verse sluts into total sluts in heat, not just willing, but begging to be fucked and used. No mild, all wild. Intense but sane long sessions.’ Straight away I checked his profile. He was a 57 year old bear type, with a huge cut thick cock. His face was clean-shaven, as were his balls. He was 173cm, 90kg and quite hairy. And his face was hot, kind of a chiselled ex-surfer kind of look. And one pic he had his tongue out, provocatively indicating he was not afraid to eat ass. At this point cum just began oozing out of my cock. It had never been this hard and throbbing ever before. And usually after I cum, its all over. But this just made me even more horny. It was about 7pm, so the night was still very young and I was by no means tired. In fact, I was now hornier for some real heavy wild play than I had ever been. I then opened his next email. “Best you come here boy. I have a dungeon specially for wild play”…that’s all it said. Even more cum oozed out of my solid cock! I could hardly contain myself. This sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I opened the next email. “I am only interested in slamming and long wild fun”… well, you can guess what happened. It seemed like there was a tap on my cock that was stuck in the on position, cum flowing freely. So now the fourth message. “I only fuck bareback.” This produced more cum. So now to his 5th email. “Sorry slut. I meant WE only fuck bareback”… Email number 6. “You need to be prepared to have your hole totally and completely owned’” Well, I didn’t really fully comprehend what that meant, but I knew I desired everything so far that he had said, and in my mind, also accepted what he was wanting to do. Then I opened his 7th email. “OK you little twink slut. Get this. There are 6 of us here partying, all tops and top verse. We would love to be the ones to give you your first slam (of several, BOY) and we are willing to do so as a gift to you from us. But you need to respond within the next 10 minutes.” I looked at the message and saw it was sent 9 minutes ago as I was I in the shower! I quickly replied with a “Yes please!”, and clicked send. I then sent a better response. “Hello Sir, sorry I was in the I shower. You sound amazing. Everything you mentioned is exactly what I have been looking for. Is your offer still open, and if so where are you?” I hit send, then hit email, sent, and saw he had read it instantly. I waited a few seconds and there was a reply. Ok boy, well done. I was beginning to think you were one of those twinks who is ‘all talk ‘and had probably jerked off just from talking about it and it was all over. I’m at 110 Riley on the Westside. Can you get here? I gasped! He was literally 3 doors down from me! I quickly replied. Sir, my name is Jason, what is yours? And I can literally be there in 2 minutes. So is it cool if I come over, and will you really slam me and own my hole with your mates? I’m quickly pulling out the butt plug and checking where my clothes are. Ping. He replies. Hey Jason, I’m Chad. Yes you little slut, you will be slammed, and your hole will be well and truly owned…and much more. Come now boy, I will be waiting at the door. The outside front porch light is on. I quickly replied. I will be there in one minute Sir. I threw on my baseball shorts and a Tee, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I shut the door behind me and my heart was racing in my chest. It was a warm night, and I walked out to the sidewalk and turned left, and could see the light on out front 3 doors down. It was the old Parker place, but old Mr Parker passed and the place sold up about a week before. I walked down, walked in the gate and up the 3 stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just enough for me to go inside. Chad said come in boy. I slid sideways inside, and the door was closed behind me. The entryway was dimly lit, with a dull red light globe. I could hear muffled moaning sounds, of porn playing. I turned and saw Chad, his cock was jutting out in front of him. He was hotter than his pics, and he said take off all your clothes and follow me boy! I wasted no time, stripped naked and followed him down a hallway to a doorway leading to the basement. This was where the moaning noises were coming from. He ushered me down the stairs, and unfolding before me was a large fully mirrored room…including the ceiling. There was a sex sling and a fisting bench, and a couple of large beds. Two huge flat screen tv’s were playing gay group bareback porn. But more breathtaking were the 5 other guys there. W twink/jock types, and 3 stocky to solid beefy bear types. What I couldn’t believe was the meat they were all packing! They were all hard, and not one of them was under 8 inches. Chad introduced me to the guys…Mike, Pete, David, Brad and Chris. Chris was packing a solid 10 inch curved 6.5 inch thick weapon, and I think I literally drooled. Chad then said we are not going to waste any time boy. We are all keen as fuck to wreck your boy hole and completely own you for hours. So put your clothes here, and then go and lay back in the sling. I will get a slam ready for you. So is this your first.? I said Yes Sir. He smiled, great. You are going to start with a .25, a quarter of a gram. Chris, tell him what to expect. By this time I was laying back in the sling. Chris and the rest of the guys came over. As Chris started talking, the other guys were putting my ankles in the leather stirrups and caressing my body. Chris said you will feel a bit of a sharp prick like when you get a blood test, then see some blood in the syringe. Then as soon as Chad slams you, he will pull the syringe out and I will give you a tissue which you will press on the site and raise your arm, this helps stop it bleeding and reduce bruising. Next you will suddenly feel that you need to cough. And just go with it , try to relax and then you will feel a wave of pleasure…after that, don’t worry. We will take things from there and make this the best night of your life. Don’t try to struggle, just do the opposite and relax because you are ours now boy. Also I will hold bottle to your nose, it is poppers. Just take a big sniff in each nostril and hold it till I tell you to breathe out. Ok boy? Yes Sir. Chad made his way over with the syringe. When I saw the syringe, something inside clicked and I went rigid. What the actual fuck was I thinking? I was lying there naked, horny as all fuck, but this was so wrong. I knew that if I did this it would change my entire life as I know it. I was literally trusting these guys with my life, as I had no idea what was in that syringe. Chad said, “What’s the matter boy, you just said you wanted it, now you look like you’ve changed your mind?” I replied, “I have changed my mind. I don’t want to do this right now”, I realised the predicament I was in, and quickly added, “I still want you to fuck me but I don’t want to PnP…” Chris quickly said to Chad, “Stop, if the twink doesn’t want it, don’t waste it on him!” … Chad then said, “You are real lucky boy…that is one hard limit I have…if someone says no to taking any drugs, I will totally respect that. However, you need to know we will still be partying.” I replied, “ Yes Sir, thank you Sir. They all then did big slams, and the fun began. For me, I relaxed as I realised that I could be a total hungry slut, craving to be fucked without any enhancements any stronger than poppers. I had successfully turned down and said no to PnP. I then decided that my online search for stories that contained PnP needed to stop, because they fuelled a desire to become an addict. I was ok playing with wired guys, so long as they respected that my personal choice was not to partake. So from that night forward, no more online PnP stories from ‘Ben Dover’, and because I was successful at being able to say “No thanks, no drugs for me!” that time. I could now just follow my own lead. The first ‘No” is the hardest. After that, saying no gets easier.

It was with my current boyfriend. We met on GROWLr and had been condoms only from the start, he also insisted he was only looking for sex and nothing more initially. His hole was pretty tight so I didn’t mind wearing a condom and I was coming out of a relationship where my ex had a tight cunt and would milk my cock multiple times a night, so I wanted to practise with a condom. One session, after 4 months of knowing each other and getting closer, he was particularly slutty. Whilst rimming him he was pushing his arse up and fucking himself on my tongue. I was super horny too and started grinding my cock against his hole. Normally I’d grind for a bit then put the condom but it had been ages since I’d pushed inside a hole bareback so I decided to try my luck. Pushing just the tip in I heard him moan and push back more onto my cock. Taking this as a sign of consent, I started shallowly thrusting inside of him, until eventually I was fucking him relatively hard. After a while I got nervous and pulled out, then asked if it was okay me barebacking him. He said, “it’s a bit too late now”, but then parted his cheeks to reveal his now slightly gaping and sloppy hole. Taking the hint I went back in and bred him deep a few minutes later. Not used a condom since.

“He’s messaging me again” Tex said in an amused voice “He just can’t give it up” Nick knew who he meant by “He”, The boy was 18, said he was a virgin and wanted to loose that virginity to a pair of hot “Daddies' '. He had fixated on Nick and Tex’s hookup profile and just could not swipe away apparently. The problem was that he wanted them to wear condoms and they refused. The boy was cute but there were plenty of others who would take them raw Hiis profile name was MFT2006 and he was going to be visiting the city just for the coming weekend. Tex and Nick didn’t care what his actual name was He had contacted them for the first time a couple days ago and when they refused to budge on the bareback only thing had sent them pictures of an admittedly pretty ass. He was slim, blond and smooth. His ass was totally hairless and gorgeous. Even the straight Nick thought so “I want it to be you twooooo” Tex read out loud to Nick he used a voice that conveyed youth, petulance, entitlement and a certainty that the world was created just to please and satisfy him. The voice of a boy who just could not understand why these two older men were not jumping at the chance to be his first You know, the voice of every 18 year old twink who thinks he invented twinkdom and that he was the most desirable thing on earth, in all his pretty, smooth perfection. We have all heard it before. It’s part of what makes a fresh twink annoyingly adorable Tex was a professional voice actor and the voice he used was perfect “We have told you we only play bare and that we were just tested” Tex sent back “We passed with flying colors” That was true. They had handed each other a paper with the word “TEST” in big letters at the top and just one question “Do you want to infect neg men with your HIV?” They both wrote “Yes!” in answer and handed the paper back They had graded each other’s test and wrote “You pass with flying colors! Well done!” at the top They did this once a week just for fun. They were always "Recently tested" They would not lie if they were asked a direct question but the topic always seemed to have a [banned word] about it, People never came out and asked “Are you sure you are neg?”, It was easy to dance around the indirect questions they did ask with absolutely truthful answers. “Are you sure there is no risk if we play bare?” came the reply and Tex smiled reading it to Nick in the twink voice but with that “I really want you, so maybe” tone in it “All sex, even safer sex, has risks. My husband and I only bottom for each other though” he sent back. All perfectly true “Would you pull out if I asked you to?” came the reply “Not once we are in you and if you asked before that we would simply ask you to leave” he sent back “I want my first time to be special” the twink sent “We will make it a fuck you will never be able to forget” Tex replied “Will you be gentle with me?” came back and Tex gave Nick a big evil grin as he read it “At first, I promise, You may like it a bit rougher once we get going. Most boys do” Tex replied “I fly in late tonight, Are you two available tomorrow?” MFT2006 asked “We have the entire day free, We will make your first time a fuck that will change your life” Tex sent back and sent him the address of the hook up apartment below “Be here about noon and we breeding you. Trust me. You will never forget the fuck we give you tomorrow” was the final text The next morning they spent some time preparing the hookup apartment and made a trip to several stores. They actually wanted to make this wonderful experience for their intended victim. The bad news would come later for him MFT2006 was at least prompt arriving almost exactly at noon. They greeted him in loose fitting robes with nothing underneath The lights in the apartment were low and sexy, sophisticated jazz music played, setting the mood They took the twink to the bedroom which was lit by candles and scented by incense that smelled subtly of musk and leather Together Tex and Nick stripped the boy as Tex made out with him. Nick could not bring himself to kiss any man but Tex. It just wasn’t in him. He still identified as straight If you looked up twink in the dictionary this boy’s picture would probably be there. He was slim and slight from shoulder to hip. His ass was rounded and looked like it was made to take cock. He was blonde with dark brown eyes and smooth except for a thin bush above his smallish cock. Being onl 5 foot 6 completed the picture perfectly. They did check his ID ti make sure he was really 18. You can't be to careful. TeX caressed that slim body with expert hands while Nick fed them all chocolate covered strawberries and poured sparkling cider into Champaign glasses for them. Tex put some cinnamon scented oil on his hands that had just a little heat of it’s own and rubbed the boy down, pushing him onto the bed for full body massage that ended at his ass Tek rubbed those cheeks and gently eased a finger into that virgin, neg hole, coaxing it to open for him as Nick let the boy suck him and lick his balls Nick took the twinks virginity, easing in bare, letting the blond boy get used to his secretly toxic invader before starting to slide back out then pushing in more firmly. His cock found that spot inside the virgin neg hole and he changed his angle to grind along it with every stroke The twink, who had been mostly silent till then moaned and spread his legs wider “Ohhh Daddy, that feels so good! I knew you two were the right choice! I just had to have you for my first!” Tex and Nick shared an amused look. Tex had gotten the voice and inflections almost exactly right. This boy just had a slightly more nasal quality to his voice Nick picked up the pace and was soon panting and sweating as he slammed repeatedly into the slight from beneath him “You want my cum? You want to be my little bareback slut?” Nick asked “Yes Daddy! Cun up in me! I want you to breed me! Make me your little whore!” he groaned, trying to sound dirty “My seed id my Gift to you, pretty boy! See how good it feels to have a man in you bare? Take my cum! NOW!” Nick said and pushed in as deep as he could, filling the defenseless neg hole with cum and virus, sealing his fate with his poz gift 4 “Don’t cum yet, you are not done boy” Nick said, pulling out and standing Tex asked “You want it gentle or do you think you can handle it rough now?” “Just fuck me hard Daddy! I need more cum in me!” the newborn cock slut begged pushing his ass up in the air Tex knelt behind him and rammed in balls deep. There is a big difference between seven and eleven inched and the twink found that out very quickly. He tried push up with his hands and arched his back but the much larger Tex simply put a hand between his shoulders and shoved him back down, beginning a relentless pounding “You wanted it rough you little slut” Tex growled, still holding the writhing boy down as he slid almost all the way out and then hilted in him again. Soon the little cock slut was begging for more, grinding his ass back to meet each thrust. Tex made quick work of it and soon added a second secretly toxic load to the twink who had tried so long to get them to play safe “Unnghhhh yesssss” the blond twink called out as he felt Tex’s massive cock spewing cum inside him. He shot off, blasting his cum onto the sheets below him. Tex pulled out and made him lick up his own cum then clean both he and Nick with his mouth They helped the slightly dazed tw1ink dress, called him an Uber to take him back to his hotel. Tex kissed him at the door and gently pushed him through, shutting it tightly He turned to meet Nick who flattened him against the now closed door before the twink had gone 10 feet, passionately kissing hi husband. They mad out all the way back into the bedroom then fell onto the bed and had brutal, animalistic sex till they both were ready to drop They never answered another message from MFT2006 but they watched his profile. He quickly dropped his “safe sex only” stance and about 6 months after their encounter his HIV status changed to POZ When they saw that they had another round of the raw, primitive sex of two predators in heat. They had their first confirmed pozzing. The list of other profiles they were watching for status changes kept growing as they continued their stealthing spree with a vengeance **************************************************************************************** Further stealthing stories to come! Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I met a young guy. He is literally 18 years old. Fresh out of high school. He kept on talking to me on grindr. I decided it was now I will let him meet me in person. I invited him over. He was very short. I was 5’9”. He was 5’ 5”. I didn’t think he would be good at fucking. Boy was I wrong. He stripped me naked on my parent bed. He ate my ass real good. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I felt his tongue deep in my hole. His beard scratching my smooth skin. I begged him to bite my boy bussy. I felt his teeth and his bite force. I was in heaven. I couldn’t stop being loud. That when he got really horny. I saw him stripped naked. I was suddenly turn on. He was fit. Nice chest and nice nipples that complimented his pecs. He kissed me deep in my mouth. I was loving it. I felt him kiss on stomach and back to my hole. He turn me around and got on all fours. With my ass arch up. He pushed his dick inside with his spit. I felt him balls deep. In one thrust. He collapsed on me. I felt his entire weight on me. I felt his hip grinding me deep. I moan again in pleasure. His cock was big and thick. I can feel every inch of him. He seems to love my moaning. I felt his thrust become harder and good rhythm. He knows how to fuck. I felt his arm crushing my neck. “Baby you got a nice tight pussy….I'm gonna breed you good” His grip of his arm crushing my neck felt strong. I couldn’t breathe. I felt him kissing my neck. I responded back by kissing his arms. His thrust becomes harder. But he pulled out. “Baby I’m not done yet. Turn on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you more” He fucked me missionary. This time I had my legs wrapped around him. He was giving me deep hard thrust. He gripped my hair and kept kissing me deep in the lips and my neck. I heard him roared loud. He was cumming deep in me. He pulled out and kissed me more. He spanked my ass. I told him I would keep his cum. And then he left. That was the best fuck I had.

I was at work today when I received a message on sniffies app from a guy staying in a nearby hotel, hosting and wanting to be bred. I’ve never done a “cum-dump” scenario, so was turned on by the idea and his hot ass. So I arranged to meet him after work. I turned up at the hotel, he was waiting naked, legs spread and his ass up. He already had 3 guys before me. He was even hotter in reality: rugby-player build, big muscular body and big legs with a beautiful big muscle ass with just a little dusting of fine blonde hair! Wow, his hole was nice and wet and after a few sniffs of poppers he relaxed his hole and sucked me in slowly. My cock is wider at the base and thick, so it always takes bttms by surprise when they relax and feel the stretch, but they say they feel really full and stretched by it. This guy loved it, he was on all fours, legs open and his ass pushed against me wanting me deep. We fucked for about 15minutes till I got super hard and couldn’t hold back, one deep thrust and he gripped my cock at the base with his hole and asked me to shoot, so I did nice and deep. He’s here for the annual Chelsea flower show and said he has a couple of friends that he would like to share with me…. Let’s see what happens over the next week, who would have thought florists are so horny!

I thought exactly the same!

Started with bf, then other guys. Just feels better, plus I like the “nastiness” of it (leaving with load inside). So hot! 🥵

i've had bad luck w this. basically all i did was waste time and $ just in an effort to be "discrete". at this point, the gals at planned parenthood accept me for the ho i am and don't judge so... anyways, here in the USA it varies wildly by each state's laws. in my case, every effort just ended with the online clinic's recomendation that i go to a local clinic in person.

Not a good idea. And especially not if you don't have experience with a variety of them. If you decide it's the only viable option, you will at minimum need to have diagnostic testing done by a lab to know what you have (which matters as to the proper treatment).

Hot start to this story! Hoping Chad and his buddies fuck Jason good, then end up pissing in his ass. All that chem piss gets him flying, and destroys any inhibitions he had. Something tells me he'll be begging to get slammed by the time they've all fucked and filled his ass at least once.

How to use a slut - some great cocks in here. Including an incredible 5some around the 23 minute mark [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/70664/bareback-orgy-breeding-slut/

This story is inspired by a recent post by traindriver68 on his experience on the heath. Part one I had heard about Hampstead Heath and how wild it could be, but had never had a chance to go as I didn't live in London. To be honest, it also scared me a little as I knew what could happen, but at the same time it exerted a horrid fascination. Then one hot summer night I found myself staying overnight in London on business. Before I realised what I was doing, I took the tube and found myself on the edge of the heath. It wasn’t quite dark and there was enough light to see a path leading into the bushes. I followed it for a while, aware of some figures moving around me but I couldn’t find what I was looking for – the notorious “fuck tree”. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest and beginning to have serious doubts about what I was doing there. Did I really want this? My palms were sweaty with excitement and fear. Just as I determined to retrace my steps and get out of there a voice said “What’s up, you lost kid?” I turned to see a chubby, middle-aged guy wearing a leather waistcoat over his bare chest, leather jock strap and boots. Beside him was a taller, thin guy in denim shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. My throat was dry, but I nodded and managed a smile, my eyes fixed on the bulge in his jock. “Jesus, a newbie.” Croaked the second guy. They grinned and took my arms in theirs. “C’mon, we’ll show you the way.” We moved deeper into the heath, pushing through some bushes and into a clearing where an old tree had fallen on its side. It was packed with guys, sucking and fucking around the tree. I paused and felt my heart skip a beat. The chubby guy laughed. “Nasty, ‘ain’t it? You up for this?” “Here,” the other guy handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a deep sniff and felt the aroma sweep through me, melting my muscles and sweeping away my reluctance. They led me down into the crowd of sweaty, excited men. Many of them had stripped, and I was engulfed in sweaty naked bodies. There was a fat, balding man bent over the log being fucked by a younger guy in a baseball cap. I clearly saw the cock going in and out of his arse and there was no condom in sight. The thin guy handed me the poppers, then pulled my head down and levered his cock out of his shorts. It was dripping pre-cum and I eagerly lapped it up. I could sense we were becoming the centre of attraction and a number of hands began to caress my body and tug at my jeans. The chubby guy in the leather jockstrap squeezed my hand. “Easy kid, don’t be scared.” He whispered and his hands loosened my belt buckle, allowing my jeans and underwear to be tugged down by the denizens around us. I found myself being pulled over to the tree, and just managed to step out of my jeans and underpants before I tripped. Gently, but firmly I was bent over the log beside the fat guy lying there who put an arm over my shoulder and began to kiss me. Someone got in front of me and offered me a stubby cock which I began to suck. But as I felt the warm night air on my naked backside I asked myself what was I doing? Someone smeared lube into my arsehole, and I jumped with surprise, now scared and unsure of what I wanted. The fat man’s arm held me down. “Easy, son” he said “ Let them breed you.” I asked for poppers and as the chemical swept through me I felt a thick cock begin to open me up. I reached back and felt the bare shaft as it slowly slid up me, and groaned in surrender. I heard a low chuckle and looked back to see the chubby guy in the leather jockstrap riding me. He had discarded the waistcoat and I saw he had two tattoos on his chest of a scorpion and a biohazard symbol. He leant over me and began thrusting hard and animal like into me until I felt his cock stiffen and throb and he grunted like a pig. “Oh yeah,” He gasped. “No turning back now, kid!”

Heading there for the first time next week - hit me up if also in the area, or if you’ve got any tips!

This story is a pastiche of real things from my past, a real video on xtube, and fictional things that could have happened - or that maybe I wish had happened. He wasn’t, in fact, what I would call a bear now. But I was a lot younger then, and, well… you’ll see why I still call him that. I was studying at a university in a town surrounded by a lot of rural nothing, where there wasn’t much going on besides the university. The program was intense enough that it kept me pretty busy, so most of the sex I got was mutual handjobs or the occasional blowjob in the library bathroom. Back then I was really cautious about anal anyway, and used condoms for it, and never did it all that often. Partly guys were squirrelly about doing it in the bathrooms. But also, even though I craved it, the actual event was always underwhelming and didn’t feel that great. I was a bit of a computer geek (even though I wasn’t studying that) and the school was a good one – you would recognize the name. So naturally when the internet got going I had access early on. And of course I used it to find porn and sex chat. Now and then I’d even manage to hook up that way, although it was nothing like it is now with an app for every niche. And there was this one guy who frequented the local chat room. He wasn’t the sort that normally caught my eye (nor that does now, truth to tell). Clean shaven, very fine blond hair, and his face really didn’t do much for me. He looked like a High School football player gone to seed. In fact, his main picture was him sitting in a kitchen chair in a jersey with his dick out, stroking it. His dick was nice. Pointy head but then thick like a barrel. I didn’t know if I could take one that thick, but it made me want to try. And something about his profile text and facial expression got to me. I can’t even remember now exactly what it said, but it got under my skin. So I developed a bit of an obsession with him. But I wasn’t brave enough to actually chat him up, and also I wasn’t sure I really wanted to act on it. I found him fascinating but also just a tiny bit creepy. So I would visit his profile, and then watch some porn (or more often read it, back then) and jerk off. This went on for months. Finally, late one night when I had cruised the tea room all evening with no luck, I went online and he was logged in. And damnit, I was horny AF. So I messaged him. Back then my screen name was “Goldlocks”. Goldlocks: Hey there DavidHB: Hey, what’s up? Goldlocks: Horned up. Nice profile there. DavidHB: Thanks. What do you get into? Goldlocks: Beefy hairy guys. You? DavidHB: Fucking. Not picky about looks. You wanna? Well, crap. Yeah, I do, but I’m scared, too, and I don’t quite know why. The proposition is so sudden, and so direct. So there’s a pause. I’m not sure how long it is, probably not as long as it seems. DavidHB: You there? Goldlocks: Yes. Just thinking. Goldlocks: Yeah, I wanna. Where? DavidHB: Come to my place. “David” gave me his address and phone number and I told him I could be there in 20 minutes. He lived a little way out of town, so I had a quick shower and grabbed a couple of condoms and headed over. When I got there it was in a trailer park, very white trash. Jesus, the last time I visited somebody in a trailer park was in 5th grade when my best friend lived in one. He had said the door would be unlocked, and it was. I went in and it was dim. I could see the light was coming from the kitchen, one of those greenish fluorescent bulbs making a nasty buzz. I could hear porn playing in the bedroom so I went in there. That was even dimmer – the only light was from the TV. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and body odor and a little of piss. He was sitting in the same kitchen chair, wearing the same jersey and a jockstrap, and stroking. “Get on the bed.” I almost left, right then. If I hadn’t been so damn horny I would have. But I was, so I got on the bed and dropped my shorts and got on my hands and knees. There was no discussion at all of top or bottom, somehow we both knew I was the one getting fucked. Then he came over and stuck his tongue in my ass. I had only ever been rimmed once before, in a bathroom by a guy with the face of an angel. It had turned me to quivering jelly then, and it did again now. Something about that warm wetness, the teasing poking moisture at my hole, connected with that fuck craving and switched it 200% on. I wanted fucked bad, and I wanted it now! I fished a condom out of my pocket and pushed it back along the bed toward him. He stood up and grabbed something off the nightstand. A bottle of poppers. I had read about them, but had never tried them. He took a hit in each nostril, then held the bottle out to me. I hesitated. “Kid, you’re gonna want these,” he said, hefting his dick in his other hand. “This thing is thick.” Sometimes you just gotta say “What the Fuck”… I took the bottle and took a hit in each nostril and handed it back. And then the poppers hit. That warm rushing sensation. And the fuck craving quintupled. Oh. My. God. He rimmed me for a few more seconds, getting me thoroughly wet. “Fuck me!” I could hear him spit on his dick. Then he put it against my hole. And teased it. “Fuck me!” He pushed the tip of it in. Fuck he wasn’t kidding about the thickness. He paused there, letting me get used to it. And pushed the open poppers bottle into my hand again. I took two big hits this time and held them in. “Do another.” OK… I already felt pretty fucked up but yeah. I took two more hits. And then he slid into me all at once, all the way. Fuck, that hurt! He held it there, not moving. And the fuck and the poppers took over my body and suddenly my ass opened and it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. “Feel good, boy?” “FUCK yesssss!” He started moving again. First slowly, then picking up the pace. “Fuck, that’s a hot ass, boy!” “Fuck me!” My whole world consisted of his dick in my ass and the sounds of him in me, our breath, my heartbeat. “Fuck me!” He levered himself forward and put his weight on me, flattening me out on the bed. “Fuck me!” “Fuck yeah, boy!” I could smell his tobacco-tainted breath and feel it on the back of my neck. It was hot as fuck. And his fat dick buried in me was heaven. “Fuck me!” His ragged breathing told he was getting ready to cum. Wait, was he wearing the condom? Then I felt his dick swell up even thicker and his muscles spasm with orgasm. “Take my load. Take my dirty bear load!” I came all over his bed without touching myself. The condom was still there on the bed in its wrapper. I was in shock. In a daze, I pulled my shorts up and left without a word. He never messaged me again, and I sure as fuck didn’t message him. But the seed was planted (so to speak). Because this time the actual event of anal sex did feel great, and it was not underwhelming. More like overwhelming. I did try to use condoms, but my heart was never in it after that, and eventually I just gave up. Years later I was browsing xtube and I saw him again. There he was in that same jersey on that same kitchen chair, only this time it was a video. A pretty lousy video, might have been made back when he fucked me. I couldn’t resist checking out his profile. He had only put up four videos. The chair one, two really short ones, and one that was very dark. I clicked on the dark one. It was him fucking some twink on his bed. The same damn bed he had fucked me on. It started in the middle of the action, and was just him fucking for a while, with the twink occasionally repeating something that sounded like “fuck me.” And then he pushed the guy down and fucked him full-length, which didn’t last long. And as he came I heard it: “Take my load. Take my dirty bear load!”

I've had fun at Spa Excess, and I like renting the room with a sling on the 3rd floor. But unfortunately this place does not offer good cleaning facilities for bottoms to clean their hole. I think there is a place in the basement. Steamworks, on the other hand, has great douching facilities, all on one floor. I'm also a fan of Lights Out event at Steamworks. Guys get more uninhibited.

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

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

Part 2 - Timmy's story I was 18 and all my friends had gone to University. I wasn't a good student, and so wasn't able to go. I was also aware I was attracted to guys, and this made me very shy in case anyone found out. My mum said I had to get a job. "There's a place around the corner advertising for staff." She said. "It's a men's sauna. Why don't you apply? I'm sure you'd enjoy it." As she said this, she gave me a sly look and I blushed with the thought she had guessed my secret. I was overweight and very nervous about my appearance and didn't want to go, but she insisted and took me round there next day. It was just a nondescript door in a row of houses with a sign that said "sauna" over it. We knocked, and a middle aged guy answered wearing only a singlet and shorts. He raised an eyebrow when mum said "This is Timmy. He's come about the job." Then she pushed me forward, blushing furiously. He looked me up and down and grinned, revealing blackened teeth and said "Well. I'll give him a trial for a couple of days and see how it goes." With that the door closed behind me and I found myself in a tiny reception areas. The place smelled of steam, body odour and damp and didn't look too clean. "What's your name?" He said. "And you'd better be 18" I told him my name was Timmy and yes I was 18 though I didn't look it. He nodded. "Well Timmy, I need someone to clean up, scrub the floors occasionally and generally help out." As he spoke, a naked man appeared and asked for a clean towel. He was 50 ish with a flabby body and a semi-hard cock beneath his belly. I gasped. I had never seen a naked man before and I couldn't help staring at his cock. "What's this, Bill?" He said. "He's cute" Bill saw me staring and laughed. "This is Timmy. He's going to help out. You and the other dirty fuckers in here keep your hands off him." Then he turned and leered at me "Unless you want them too, eh mate?" I blushed again, aware my cock was rigid in my trousers. What sort of place was this? The man took his towel and grinned. "You're gonna be really popular. They'll all want to get in your arse." Then he turned and walked off, and I clearly saw the crease between his buttocks was wet and glistening. Bill told me to change into some shorts and a singlet like him as it was so hot and steamy. I went behind the desk to change, but when I looked up there was a mirror on the wall and he could clearly see me naked as I slipped on the tight shorts and singlet. He handed me a black bag and told me to go and empty the bins upstairs where the rest areas were. "It's not that big. You'll find your way round. Now listen, you'll see plenty of naked guys, and probably men having sex with each other. Is that a problem?" I felt my heart lurch and was so excited and yet scared. "N...nno thats fine." I said. "Ok. You want to join in, that's up to you. I'm sure they'd love it. But they're dirty bastards. If you let them fuck you bare, you'll get knocked up. You understand?" I had had sex lessons at school and understood about safe sex. I just nodded, uncomfortable at the conversation and headed upstairs...