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== 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 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.

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.

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’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.

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.

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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 …

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

Last night a buddy of mine asked if I was up for something different. He had 4-6 tops who would wear a hood so I could not see face I would be the bottom who would take all of them They all wanted it raw and they would cum in me no questions asked sounded like fun so I said sure About 8 I went to his house and naked on bed They came in all with hoods over face could not see them i sucked one while another was deep in my ass In the night I took 7 loads from guys who all i saw was torso and dicks It was hot

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 wouldn't blame the poor lawyer, he did the best he could, considering the POS and guilty AF client ha had to defend.

As a bottom- fit guys muscled bodybuilders lineback football build tattoos on arms, back, and chest big cock and balls big large hands hairy body especially on chest big pecs with large nipples-tops look dominant that way strong jawline

1. Gay bottoms. Straight men do nothing for me. 2. Gay men with nice asses. 3. Gay men with nice asses and big dicks. I am a top but well hung bottoms are sexy as fuck. Women with sexy derrieres also turn me on because in reality I am bi. I do not consider that a blessing. I have learned the hard way too many times that it is a curse. I am at peace and content with my gay life. I cannot exactly say the same about many of my "straight" encounters. Straight sex can really fuck up a guy's life.

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Chapter 4: Who have I become? “Sup Fag? You want some of this?” “Yeh? You want to play with it? Tell me about you” — I typically follow instructions well. I rarely color outside the lines in life. Boundaries and rules have kept me on a pretty consistent path. So I guess it isn’t a surprise that I followed these instructions like my life depended on them. The next part of the journey isn’t always clear in my memory. I know I reached out. I know I consented to be drugged and to get used. I don’t know much else. I also know that I hit a sort of rock bottom after this. I opened up to friends and family about what was happening, not going into explicit detail, but letting them know that the breakup was really hard on me and that I was struggling. I knew there was a risk that the photos, videos, or other information could end up being used against me, but I did what I could to prevent that. I changed phone numbers, scrubbed my online presence, and started trying to take care of myself. The photos and videos of me never surfaced, my family and friends were never contacted, and in general, the only person who knew what happened was me and whoever else I came into contact with, or rather, who came into contact with me and then shot their loads in me. This new direction was helpful, for a time, but deep down I knew that I was always going to stumble and fall back into depravity. But, there were lessons from this experience that helped in other areas. I became less rigid, more flexible in terms of boundaries and rules. However, this also meant that it wasn’t always so straight forward or certain what steps I should take. I was used to living in black & white, and suddenly I was forced to live with a lot more complexity than that. I pumped the brakes on sexual activity and I went completely sober. Following this experience, it took time to get over Trev and to put the wheels back on my general existence after falling off the tracks so spectacularly. I deleted the online hook up apps, I stopped watching porn, and I went an entire year without even making out with a guy. I think I wanted a hard reset. It was useful. However, after a year of trying my best to be what I thought was a better version of me, I was finding myself bored, alone, and horny. Over this time I had switched jobs, still in comms/marketing, but with another organization and a different type of role. In my new role, I was going to be traveling a lot more which I was excited for, but also nervous about. I knew traveling could get me into trouble. I got a new phone at work, the same number and phone as a previous employee from another department, but otherwise new to me. First on my agenda in my new role was to head to the national office for training and onboarding. I was going to be flown to a much larger city in the middle of the country for a week to meet directors and VPs and get a sense for the new landscape I was in. I was excited, but all I could think about was, “will I behave?” I wasn’t so sure. I headed up early on a Monday morning. I hadn’t even booted up the phone yet, waiting till I was on the plane out before even looking at the thing. It was completely reset. Funny how I was trying to do a complete reset on my life too. I booted up the phone, set it up with my info, and then looked to see what was happening. Right away I got a text message. I assumed it was from the corporate head office. I was wrong. “Sup Fag? You want some of this?” It was from an unknown number, with a picture of a hard uncut dick, wet, with a bottle of poppers next to the dick. I was shocked. I had also opened this on the plane, but thankfully no one was sitting next to me. Was the previous owner of this phone a slut? What was happening? The text message and the picture was so shocking to me. I didnt notice that I was instantly harder than I have been in months. I had to cover my lap with my bag to hide my hard on. “Sir, you need to put your bag under your seat for take off”. I smiled at the flight attendant and nodded and replaced my bag with my jacket. My dick was throbbing. I wasn’t sure what I should do about the text message? I was going to delete and block the number, but I was so curious. Curious and horny. Things were a bit different for me now. I was on prep, feeling a bit more secure in my own sexual desires, but it had been so long since I tried anything with anyone. I had assumed I would start dating, not jump into the apps. But this message from a complete stranger, it almost didnt seem real. I texted back. “Hey, this message must be for the previous owner of the phone. I got this number and phone through work. Sorry, you got a different guy here.” Thinking this would be it, I turned off the phone, tried to recenter myself, and tucked in for the flight. But my hard on wouldn’t leave. I just kept thinking about that dick and the poppers, about the wild times I had a year ago. As the plane took off and we started the climb into the sky, all I could think about was getting off. As soon as the plane climbed high enough for seat belts to be taken off, I grabbed the phone and rushed to the bathroom. I need to jerk it, and the least I could do was use this unsolicited image as my bate material. I booted up the phone and saw another message. Fuck, I forgot to turn the phone onto airplane mode before turning it off so it was still sending/receiving messages. The message was from the same number. “Do you like what you see?” Of course I did. My rock hard cock was leaking through my pants as I was standing in the airplane bathroom about to jerk it to this random guy's photo. I had to ignore the messages and just jerk off. Ignore the messages. Just ignore it. I turned the phone on airplane mode and started jerking to the photo. I could feel myself shaking, I was so horny and worked up. Just receiving a message like this after such a long period without porn and action was enough to send my body into overdrive. I was jerking, with the intention of getting off as quickly as possible. I didn’t last long. I jerked and shot a huge load into the sink and streaking up into the mirror of the plane bathroom. Hopefully I didnt make too much noise. I cleaned up, headed back to the seat, and forgot all about it. A few hours later I landed and I headed to the hotel. I wasn’t on official work duties at all today. I was just required to get to the hotel, check in, and relax. It was summer and hot. I thought about maybe checking out the local queer scene, or going for a walk. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to get up to. Shortly after getting to my room, visions of my hookups a year ago came back to me. The text message and the photo were front and center in my mind. I was in trouble. Even though I jerked, I could tell I was still excited and felt a sense of ravenous desire that I have not experienced sober before in my life. I opened up my phone, looked at the last message from this mystery popper dick guy and wrote him back. “Yes.” Short, simple, uncomplicated. I fell into bed and started playing with my dick. I had not used porn in almost a year. I deleted most of my accounts and I didnt have any saved content anywhere, not even on my computer. But I was craving porn. Really bad. But I wanted to stick to my principles. I felt the phone vibrate. It was him. “Yeh? You want to play with it? Tell me about you” I knew this wasn’t going to end well. I needed to delete and block the number. I needed to stick to what was working for me. But, if I was so serious about these new rules and boundaries in my life, why was I so bored? So alone? So fucking horny all the time? I wrote back and sent him a selfie with a message. “Bored, away for work in another city, and horny”. Well, I knew exactly where this was going to go. I told him where I was, which hotel, the room number, how long I was staying, he asked more questions, never really offering up details about himself. But I think I needed and wanted an outlet. He became the place for my sexual confessions. As much as I tried to improve my life and reconcile all these different parts of myself, I hadn’t truly opened up about what had happened a year ago. “So, you are a submissive gooner fag? Wanting to get fucked anonymously while also being fucked up? Is that correct?” I was rock hard and jerking while texting with him. He was triggering all the parts of me that have been wanting to be triggered. I was completely unhinged and unlocked. “Yes sir. That is what I want. It has been so long.” Even though I had gotten off earlier I was rock hard, leaking, and bating hard. “Good boy. You are little fag. I will have more instructions for you, but for now, stop touching your dick and wait by the phone. And go check the package that is outside of your door”. Oh fuck. Things were escalating. I tucked my dick in my shorts and opened the hotel door to find a small brown bag. I quickly grabbed it and went inside. Another text. “Enjoy… be in touch soon”. Inside the bag were two bottles of unopened poppers, a brand I had never used before, and some treats, a couple baggies of white powder, a couple baggies of brown powder, and a few pills. I should have just thrown it all out. I should have gone to the hotel and asked for a new room. I should have blocked the number. But all I could think was, fuck it. Who was I becoming? (to be continued)

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!

Promise delivered!! Awesome.

Part 2 It's noon, and I have the men's lunch order ready for them on the big table, just like every day. This is their hour to cool off in the trailer and get away from work. The door opens and here they come. All eight of the sweaty Mexican men. Some are older, some are younger. All are in good shape and much bigger than me. For some reason, they're not making eye contact with me. Then Luis comes in, closes the trailer door, and locks it. That's a first. "Luis, what's going on? Don't they want to eat lunch?" I ask, afraid I've upset them. "No, they want you. I told them you were a white whore and what you did." Luis says. "My job is to make you guys happy. I'm here for you," I respond. Luis then says something in Spanish and the men jump into action. A couple of them approach me while the others start removing the food wrappers from the table. The two who come over to me smile. They grab at my clothing and start taking it off. First my tight tank top. Then they pull off my sandals. Now they grab my shorts and yank them straight down and off, exposing my pink jock strap. I always wear a jock because it feels natural and I want to be ready in case a situation arises for action. The men are talking about me in Spanish. I don't know what they're saying but I can tell it's about me. Then the two men who undressed me lift me up. My scrawny frame is no challenge for them. They carry me over to the now bare table and lay me down on it. I notice that while I was being undressed, some of the other men were taking off their clothes too. Just seconds after I feel the cold tabletop on my back, I am surrounded by cocks. Some are large, some are thick, some are both. They all have one thing in common: they're attached to balls that are loaded with cum. These men need relief and Luis told them I was going to give it to them. "Get to work." Luis shouts from across the room. I open my mouth wide and a man shoves his meat right in. There's no easing in. No foreplay. I almost gag at first but I'm distracted as two men grab my hands and wrap them around their cocks. I start to jerk them off and their cocks grow in my hands. If that isn't enough excitement, I feel more hands feeling my ass. It doesn't take long before a big Mexican finger is penetrating my hole. I moan around the massive cock lodged deep in my throat. Now I have two fingers in my ass, then three. They waste no time preparing me for their cocks. My attention goes from my ass to my mouth as the man lets out a moan and blows his massive load down my throat. I don't even taste it because it's straight down into my stomach. He then pulls out of my mouth and it only takes seconds for another cock to replace it. This one tastes like sour sweat. He wants to fuck my face and I let him. Then I feel a hot splash on my chest. One of the guys I was jerking off blew his load all over me. The men prepping my hole reach up and scoop the cum off my chest, using it to now lube my hole and I assume their cocks. As I continue to get face fucked and jerk off more cocks, I feel my legs raise up in the air. Then I can feel the heat and pressure of a large cockhead at my hole. I can't help but gasp as the cock enters me with force. These men know what they're doing. I get distracted again as the man fucking my face starts to shoot his load in my mouth. I can taste this one before I swallow it. Just in time for another cock to take its place in my mouth. As another hand job recipient shoots his seed on my body, the cock in my ass bottoms out. I can feel his big meaty nutsack against my smooth boy skin. He's pumping away at my hole like it's the last one he'll ever fuck. I realize there is a line behind him waiting for their turns so he needs to hurry. As I continue to suck and jerk off cocks, I feel the big one inside me pulse and shutter. The man empties his load deep inside me and is rushed off by the others. Before I can relax my ass, another big Mexican cock slides right inside. This one is much less painful but just as big, if not larger. As another man shoots his load in my throat and pulls away, another cock replaces it. But this man looks familiar. He's the one who fucked my ass first. He's ready to be cleaned off, so that's what I do. I can taste the combination of his seed and my ass. Mmmm. Soon, another load is dumped in my guts and that man pulls out. I am losing count of how many loads I've taken. Then I hear a familiar voice yell, "Stop!" It's Luis. He approaches the table and smiles. "My turn," is all he says. Some of the men help me sit up and reposition me so my stomach is down on the now cum-drenched table and my ass hangs in the air. In this new position, I'm surprised to see the other men are pulling their pants back up and grabbing their lunch. This will be their entertainment. A couple even grab their phones and are clearly filming me. I know from earlier that Luis has a massive cock. He's got to have the biggest one here, which explains why he's basically in charge. With no need for lube, Luis lines his cockhead with my hole, then grabs my hips. He swiftly yanks my hips and drives his monster cock inside me. I can't help but let out a squeal. The men cheer as I do. I've never felt this full of cock in my life. Luis stars pumping away at my ass. He's calling me a white whore and then all the men start to cheer it. "White whore! White whore!" I try to take it all in but my main concern is not breaking in half. It seems like he will never finish. This isn't just him fucking me for pleasure. He's showing his dominance to the others and they are loving it. Finally, Luis grabs my hips again and pulls me in as far as I can go. My cock is clearly in my guts at this point. Then he lets out an animal like growl and shoots his load inside me. I can actually feel the sperm filling my insides. He leans forward and lays on top of me with his cock still plugged in my hole. He holds up my head and places his on top. He says something in Spanish and one of the guys comes close to takes a photo with his phone. "Smile!" is all Luis says to me. I do as I'm told and pose like an animal that's been hunted. Luis pulls out of me and a gush of cum seeps out of my hole and onto the table. He grabs my head and moves it down to the table, my face eye to eye with the cum pile. I lap up the pile of jizz like a dog and the men cheer again. The lunch hour is almost over, so the men finish their meals and head back outside. I'm left with a sore mouth, sore ass, and lots of cleaning to do.

I'm the same way, crave swallowing a load daily. When I'm lucky enough to get a load, the crave only gets more intense. I'd like nothing more than to just service guys non stop.

I started having sex in the early 80s, so all of my first experiences were bare. In 1985, I moved to Austin to go to graduate school, and I became very frightened of HIV. I would still play bare with my old fuckbuddies when I was home for a break, but I was a condom nazi otherwise. Honestly, I was so overwhelmed with school for the first year that I barely had any sex. I had my first serious boyfriend the next year, and we played with rubbers most of the time at my insistence (sorry, Tom). Eventually, I started sleeping around a lot, but I still always used rubbers. I am sure I probably got stealthed a few times because I was having a lot of anonymous sex. About 5 years later, I had placed a personal ad in the local alternative paper (the 1990s version of Grindr for anyone who is too young to remember). Through this ad, I met up with Pete, a Latino man in his 40s who claimed he was only looking for head. We started out with me between his legs as he sat on my couch. He slowly maneuvered us into 69. Then he started eating my ass. I had had a few rim jobs before, but mostly from other young guys who didn't really know what they were doing. Pete was a master. Before I knew it I was sitting on the couch, and he was kneeling between my upraised legs with his tongue all the way up my hole. With one smooth motion, he moved up and slid his 8.5 uncut inches inside me. I had never taken a cock that big without any discomfort before; he had me so opened up with his mouth that it glided right in. I was so full and in ecstasy. I am not proud of this next part. Pete only pumped into me a few times before it hit me that he was in me bare. I freaked, and he was a gentleman about it. We put on a rubber to finish. He fucked me another time a couple of days later also covered. But I could not get over how good his bare cock felt. A couple of weeks after that, he called me up wanting to hook up. My roommate was home that day, so I could not host. He invited me over to his place. This time in addition to the expert rim job he also got me high on poppers. I think he would have been willing to use a rubber again, but I asked him to fuck me bare. I can still remember the moment he came in me the first time. Pete and I continued to fuck bare the rest of the time I lived in Austin. I slowly started to ask other fuckbuddies to go bare. When I moved, I backslid into rubbers a bit especially if the top really wanted to use them. Over the next couple of years, I slowly moved out of using them entirely. By 1995 or so, I was doing bare only.

Tulane University. Man was I ever happy to be here. I was scared and kinda lonely when I first arrived. I met my roommate. Ugh! What a tool he was. A cross between a ROTC guy and a computer nerd with thinning blonde hair (at 18!) and a square face. His name was Erik and he was nice enough. We didn't have much in common from moment one though. I immediately sought out other guys on the floor to introduce myself to. There were some fucking gorgeous guys on my floor. During the first week there were various orientation events happening on campus. We started classes and I got my handle on the campus itself and started to feel comfortable. During one of the orientation seminars, we were in the auditorium for the diversity seminar. During this seminar, a dude came out on stage. He seemed really nervous. He was a senior and I watched him in awe as he told the whole freshman class that he was gay. I later found out that he came out to everyone that night - all his friends, no one knew beforehand except the event coordinator. Afterwards, the guys and I were walking back to the dorm and talking about the diversity seminar. I was quickly becoming friends with three guys: Ben, my neighbor; Paul, who lived down the hall and was loud and quiet all at the same time; and Jason, who was fucking gorgeous, built and I already knew had an impressive cock (thank you showers). Paul was really quiet about the seminar. Ben and I were saying how strange and brave and kinda shocking the "coming out" was. We all expected the racial and gender diversity stuff, but we hadn't expected the gay stuff. Jason just said, "Whatever. The guy looks like a dork. I bet he couldn't get any pussy if he tried." We all laughed. Then we heard there was a liquor store close to campus where we could purchase alcohol - Louisiana is pretty lax with its purchase and consume laws. I could buy at 18, but Ben could not because he was 17. I was surprised, but I took my SoCo and left the store I drank so much SoCo that night sitting outside the dorm and hanging with the boys that when I found myself being led upstairs by Jason later, I was not surprised. Except Jason took me to his room and not my room. Jason told me to take off my clothes and I did. He then dropped his shorts and said, "Give me a blowjob." My drunk ass totally gobbled his cock right there in his room. He moaned softly, leaned back on his bed and said, "I knew you wanted my cock." I sucked his cock for awhile, but I started to choke because it was so big. He told me to stop and said he didn't want me throwing up his cock juice. He told me to lie on the floor and I did. He spread my legs and grabbed some lotion. He lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass. It hurt, but I was drunk and relaxed quickly. He started to hammer my ass with quick strokes. He said, "You have a tight ass slut." He banged away at my ass and came hard inside me. Then he said, "You gotta go now." I left and went to my room. The next morning I work up with a wicked hangover and I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I stayed in bed all day. Paul and Ben came and got me for food and then that night, Jason, Paul, Ben and I all went to another orientation seminar. This one was about sex. Basically the lecture theme was - we know college is a time to experiment, but please play safe. There was a play where people would walk on stage and kiss each other - girls and guys in twosomes, threesomes, same sex, opposite sex - until there were like 40 people on stage. Then one of the last people stepped forward and said, "I was a virgin until tonight. I didn't use a condom with the guy because I assumed he was relatively safe too. I cared for him. What I didn't know was that his sexual history exposed me to diseases from all of these other people on stage." I was stunned. I looked at Jason. Jason and I hung out again that night. I told him how surprised I was at the play we had seen that evening. I said we should have played safe and used a condom. He agreed and was kinda sheepish about what we had done. He never asked for my sexual history, nor I his. We went and got more liquor that night. We drank some, but not as much as the previous evening. He fucked me again that night and most nights until he got a girlfriend about mid-September. We used condoms most times, but not always. We tried to play safe though. Ben and I were taking a Psych 100 class together. It was massive and in the largest lecture hall on campus. Because it was such a large class, the university used it for other lectures and some experiments. I filled out a sexual history once in the class as did 300 other people; experiments like that. One day, we got a lecture on safe sex and promiscuity on campus. The nurse said Tulane had a very high STD rate and it was because people got drunk and didn't use condoms. The person from the health center told us that there were already 4 HIV positive cases on campus in the past year and more syphilis, crabs, gonnorhea, etc. She was trying to shock us. I was kinda shocked. I was scared too. I didn't want HIV or anything else. I was getting fucked by only one guy, but I had no idea how many other people he was having sex with. The next class there was a guy invited to lecture. He seemed like a regular guy, 32 years old, fit, brown hair, attractive, nice body. The professor asked him to talk about gay life in New Orleans. He talked about it and then he focused on the promiscuity. When we talked about sex I felt like he was looking right at me. His eyes bored through me as he talked about sex with men. Then he shocked and scared me more than anything I had heard since I heard Eli beg for Jason's cum. He said, "I have HIV. I fuck guys regularly. I think it is the other guy's responsibility to ask me if I have HIV and to ask me to use a condom. If the guy doesn't ask, I don't tell. If the guy doesn't ask me to use a condom, then I fuck him bareback. It is the other guy's responsibility to ask, not mine to tell or disclose." I must have been staring at him open mouthed. The class was probably staring at him open-mouthed and shocked. I heard a guy say, "Dude that is just fucking wrong." The attractive lecturer said, "Sex is between consenting adults. If you don't ask and don't tell me you want or don't want something, then it's on you." He said there are exceptions, like underage sex and rape. He said in both of those situations the other partner is not consenting. A girl asked, "What if your partner is too drunk or high and doesn't think to ask you about HIV or to use a condom?" The lecturer said, "Getting drunk or high is no excuse for you not taking responsibility for your life. If a guy I meet at a bar is drunk enough to want to go home with me and then doesn't ask me about my status and then we fuck and we don't use condoms, then it is still his fault." I couldn't help it. I was fucking rock hard in my shorts listening to him. I was thinking about all the guys I'd sucked and been fucked by who hadn't used condoms. I had not asked for condoms or told these guys that they didn't need to use a condom - what the lecturer referred to as bareback sex. I knew I was at fault for my actions and I was shocked by them. Basically, this hot 32 year old gay guy was standing in front of the class telling me it was my fault if I got HIV. And my cock was hard. I was so blown away. I think I was in a trance the rest of the day. I beat myself up all day and all night for my choices. I ran and went to the gym for the next few weeks, but I never got that guy or his admonition out of my head. I had knowingly let guys I did not know fuck me without condoms and cum inside me. I was obviously distracted and that is when Jason grabbed me and told me he had been invited to a fraternity party that weekend and he wanted me to go with him. I agreed..........

After a long weekend with my parents, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins all packed into the cabin; I needed some time on my own. I was also crazy horny. My parents and brother waited until Monday morning to leave and I was desperate to get off. When they left, I was dressed in what had become my outfit of choice at the cabin - running shorts and a tank top. After I sent them off, I decided to go for a run and went inside to change shoes. My cock took over and I spent the next 20 minutes jerking my cock thinking about sucking cock. When I blew my load, I was standing up at the bathroom sink and when I looked up in that awesome post-cum haze I realized that I was bent halfway over, my fingers in my ass, and just wearing my running shoes. I thought - fuck that's so hot. I cleaned up and went for my run. 5 miles in and 5 miles back out of Cooperstown on hills. It was still not easy, but I was definitely getting better with the journey. On the way, my mind wandered back to how hot I looked bent over, fingers in my ass, hard cock in my hard, in only my running shoes. Fuck! Every time I thought about it, I would get a chub. Thankfully, the run was so long that when I got back to the cabin I was tired and not horny at all. But then I saw Mr. Rider outside shirtless cutting his grass. That did it, instant boner. Fuck! I waved at him and said hi and went into the cabin. Damn it, I needed to get off again. I thought of the guys I had sucked off and my hand slid inside my shorts to grab my hard cock. I was jerking it and then as if on instinct, by other hand slid down the back of my shorts to feel my hole. I was so horny. Once I realized I hadn't even made it out of the living room before I started feeling myself up; I realized I needed cock. I needed it. Fuck! I grabbed the car keys and left for the Riddell Park. I just got in the pickup and drove. I was determined to get some cock. I got to Riddell and it wasn't too busy being like 11am on a Monday. There were a few cars and I parked and sat in the pickup for few minutes. I was here. Sure. But how the hell do I find a cock to suck. Last time the place was empty and I found 2 cocks from 2 single guys in the bathroom, so I thought I'll try that again. I got out, looked around, saw a couple of families, and wandered over to the bathroom. I walked in and nothing. No one was in the men's room. I searched my mind. How am I supposed to find a cock to suck if no one is her?. How would guys know I was willing to suck their cocks and that I was here? It wasn't something I could advertise - hell it was probably illegal. After realizing I'd been standing alone in the bathroom for a few minutes, I decided to go back outside. I leaned on a wooden fence not far from the bathrooms and waited. I was horny and stumped. My mind was blank. I had no idea what to do. About 10 minutes later, a guy walked passed me and looked at me. He made eye contact and I smiled. He smiled back and he went to the bathroom. I was nervous. I waited a minute and then I followed him inside. He was about 40-45, 5'10, 160, trim, fit, facial hair, blonde. As soon as I got inside and saw him at the urinal, I realized what a "creeper" I must seem and I basically ran all the way back to the pick up. I was totally freaked. I was totally creeping on that guy in order to taste his cock. What was wrong with me? Before I could get worked up about it, I heard a man's voice saying, "Are you okay?" I said I was as I turned around. It was the bathroom guy. He looked me over and stepped closer. He asked if I was alone. I said yes. He said, "Are you looking for something?" I looked at him and realized he was rubbing his crotch as he said it. I stared and said, "yes." He said, "This?" and nodded to his crotch. I nodded my head. He told me to follow him. I did. We walked a bit down a path and then he turned left off the path and onto a not-to-well-worn track where people had obviously walked previously. I asked where we were going. He said, "There is a little wooded area over here where people go to cruise sometimes." I asked him what cruising meant. He said, "You are cruising right now. You are looking for sex. It's called cruising." He asked me a few more questions and the answers he got made him smile. He said, "So you're a newbie. That's great. You look young and built and sexy and hungry for cock." He stopped in a semi-wooded area which wasn't as nature grown as much of the rest of the park. He said, "Strip." Without thinking I took off my tank top and pushed my hands into my shorts, dropped them and stepped out of them. Naked I dropped to my knees. He called me a hot slut and took out his cock. I immediately grabbed for it with my mouth. He was already hard and it was a nice cock, fat and not too big. I sucked it down fast like it was dinner. He immediately went weak kneed and grabbed the tree behind him. Watching me, he guided my head up and down his cock. I worked it and used my tongue to wet it and my lips to suck on the wet cock. I just wanted his load. Within 3 minutes he grabbed my head and blew his load down my throat. I liked off is cock and got all his cum. I dropped none on the ground. He told me what a hot slut I was and that he really was thinking of fucking my "pert ass" but I was such a good cock sucker that he gave me his load in my mouth. I was really horny and was still naked and now standing next to him. He asked me if I liked getting fucked and I said that I did. He said he would love to fuck me, but he was on some medication that kept him from getting off more than once (I know now that it was an anti-depressant medication but thought that was weird at the time). He ran his hands all over my body and said more than once how beautiful I was and what a great ass I had. He asked if I liked getting rimmed and I said I did. He told me to bend over and I did. He got on his knees and spread my ass. He rubbed his hands all over it. He said it was a great ass. He started to rim me. I felt the wetness on my ass and I moaned. That made him stick his tongue in me farther and work it around my hole more. I was rock hard. The man asked if I wanted to get off. I said yes. He said, "Would you have let me fuck you?" I said, yes. He called me a good slut. I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said he did and that I could see his dick was starting to get chubby again. He ate my ass more as I was bent over and he was making me very wet. He asked when I'd last gotten fucked and I told him it was my ex. He moaned and started on my ass again. I wanted him to fuck me so much. I kept pushing my ass on his tongue. Then, realizing he was stroking his semi-hard cock as he ate my ass I asked him if he had a condom. He said no. He asked if I had one. I said I didn't. I said, "Too bad we can't fuck then." He agreed in a nonchalant way. I noticed his tone because how can you be nonchalant when your stroking your cock in a park while your tongue is wetting the ass of a guy naked and bent over in front of you. It was the last thing I noticed though. He kept eating my hole and then I felt a finger slip inside me. I moaned louder as he slid it all the way in. The man started asking me lots of questions and said dirty things. I was so turned on. He said, "You like coming out here all dressed like a slut and wanting cock don't you?" I moaned in agreement, He called me a teenage slut and a high school whore as a second and then third spit lubed finger invaded my ass. I started stroking my cock. He was jerking his half hard cock as he fingered me standing behind me. His fingers shoved up my ass, he made me tell him how much I liked sucking his cock and swallowing his load. I told him that he was going to make me cum and he said he was going to cum again too. Just as I was about to shoot he bent over me and said, "You want my cock in you now don't you?" I said I did. He said, "You really need to get fucked don't you?" I said I did. He rubbed is semi-hard cock on my ass and said, "Could I slide inside you like this right now?" I said yes. Saying that made me shoot my load with a loud groan and he then jerked his cock furiously and came on my ass. After we recovered, he said thanks and pulled up his pants and left. I wiped his cum off my ass with my shirt and slipped my shorts back on and carried my tank top back to the pickup.

Wow, I realize how much I loved Eli. It was like he had shown me color in a black and white world. I couldn't imagine being without him after the first night. We were always sneaking around for weeks meeting in the mall parking lot, school bathrooms, the locker room during practice, etc. It was always the same thing too - me on my knees sucking his cock. We'd make out, he'd rub my cock and I'd feel his and then I'd feel the pressure on my shoulders and I knew to kneel down and take his cock in my mouth. I always sucked him to completion. I always swallowed his load. He loved that. He called me his sweet cocksucker. We didn't have anal sex again for awhile because we couldn't make it work. There was really no privacy, between my brother and his brother, practice, school, and our parents; we couldn't make it work. Then, one day, my brother had a swim meet in Connecticut. My parents would be driving him up for the day and taking some other kids in our minivan. I immediately sent Eli an IM letting him know. I told him we would have all day - really early morning to after dinner. He was excited too. I read up on anal sex on the internet and discovered I needed to clean out my ass. I was confused and asked Eli, but he didn't really know either. He told me to go ask the pharmacist. I was mortified. I just stared at him. I said, "Mr. Gould? He's been taking care of my family forever. I can't talk to him." Eli laughed and said, "It's no big deal." I said, "Well, then you do it." He grabbed my hand and kissed me. He said, "You can do this babe. Ask the new pharmacist who works there. The new one. Sam. I'm sure he will help you out and he doesn't know your parents or care." I was still scared and Eli kissed me and said, "See you Saturday!" I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. All week I was so scared. I kept telling Eli that I was scared and he'd kiss me and I'd suck his cock and swallow his load. After I swallowed, when I was always really horny and happy, he'd rub my ass and say, "Come on babe. You know you want to get fucked again." I'd agree. But, on Friday, when we met after school and before practice in the school bathroom and we kissed and made out and he was all over my ass (more than usual) Eli said, "I want to fuck a clean ass babe. If you don't get the enema thing, we won't be fucking tomorrow." I was shocked. I was hurt. I really loved him and he was going to deny me what I needed. (I'm not sure when it turned from want to need, but now I needed to get fucked.) I rubbed his cock and got on my knees to suck him. He pulled me up and said, "No cum for you until you clean out." And he walked out of the bathroom. I was stunned. I actually had to choke back tears. I was so scared that people would find out about me and Eli didn't seem to care about my feelings. He didn't even offer to go with me or to go himself. I was so bad during practice that day that coach benched me and asked me what was wrong after practice. I was stunned again that it was so obvious that I was upset. I almost cried again telling him I was okay. He actually looked really concerned. I just looked at the floor. Coach said I could go but I needed to get over what was upsetting me or he would bench me until I told him the problem. After I left his office and got changed, I did cry. Leaning against the building, behind some bushes by the gym door. When I was crying, I realized that I had to go buy this stuff if I wanted Eli to be with me. To fuck me. To give me what I needed. I didn't want to lose him. I decided to go to the pharmacy. I walked from school to the pharmacy and walked inside. I walked over to the area that I thought it might be in and I didn't see it. I was surprised. I looked around and although I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, I thought I would figure it out. After 10 minutes, I was panicked. I didn't know what to do. I looked over and I saw Mr. Gould talking to a woman from temple. I rushed over to the counter and asked Sam for help. He looked annoyed that I was asking him while he was filling orders, but he came over. I choked out what I needed. He looked somewhat surprised, but also curious. He asked me what I needed it for. I blushed. He got closer and asked me if I needed it for a medical issue or a sexual one. I looked down and said sexual. Sam came around the counter and walked me over to the area. He gave me the enemas in the water bottles, you know the two in a case and filled with saline or whatever. He had me buy two of them. Sam then said, "Are you the one getting fucked?" I was so surprised at the question that I couldn't answer. He asked if it was my first time. I shook my head. He asked me more questions and e eventually figured out through my monosyllabic responses and nods that I was having sex with the same guy, but it was new, I didn't really know what I was doing and that I really cared for the guy who was fucking me. He said, "I know what you're going through. I want you to understand a few things. One, you need to loosen up a lot before you get fucked. If not, you're ass can tear. If that happens, you are vulnerable to get HIV from your partner." He asked me if I fingered myself or used other things on my ass. I told him that I didn't but my boyfriend did use his fingers the first time. That's the first time I called Eli my boyfriend. He said that my boyfriend must have some experience having anal sex. I was stunned. I couldn't speak. I realized then that Eli really did know what he was doing the first time when he fingered me before I took his cock. Then Sam asked, "What did you use for lube?" I told him about the vaseline and he immediately asked if we used condoms. I said we hadn't. He took me down the aisle and picked out some water based lube and some condoms. He asked how big my boyfriend was. I said, I don't know. He used his fingers to estimate size. I knew exactly how big Eli's cock was(I'd been sucking it for weeks and dreaming about it when I wasn't sucking it) but I didn't know yet that I could measure by inches. Sam picked out the right condoms. He then said, "Zach, you need to use condoms. HIV causes AIDS. AIDS has a very high mortality rate. You need to be careful. You need to open yourself up and ease into the sex, you need to use condoms, you need to be well lubricated." I just nodded and said I would definitely do those things. We went to the register and I thanked him and paid. Sam then said, "If you want me to, I will order you something larger you can use more than once to clean yourself out. You won't need to keep coming back to buy the bottles." I quickly said that would be great. He told me to come back in a week. I almost ran home. I was so happy. I did it. I sent Eli an IM telling him I got the stuff and he responded that he knew I would. He actually said I was great and he looked forward to seeing me the next day. I said XOXOXO. He did the same. I sat there and looked at the screen. Eli, my boyfriend, said I was great and XOXOXO. I was so happy. That night my parents told me they were leaving around 6am and that I had some cold cuts in the refrigerator and some leftovers for dinner. They said they would be back after dinner. I went to bed thinking about all the sex I could have with Eli the next day. But, I also thought about two other things. The first was to ask Eli how he knew so much about anal sex. The second was that we had condoms and lube now. We could have sex without breaking any rules. (That's how I thought about condoms - a rule.) The next morning, I woke up early and said goodbye to my parents and wished my brother luck. I watched them leave to make sure they were leaving. I turned on the TV and waited for Eli. Eli came over about 830am. He was in running shorts and a tank top and running shoes. He looked like he ran over because he had. He grabbed me and kissed me as soon as I told him my family was gone. He pulled off his tanktop and grabbed my ass. He turned me around and said, "are you ready?" as we rubbed his hard cock along my ass (him in shorts and me in boxers). I told him I hadn't used the enema yet because I wasn't sure how and hoped we could do it together. He looked disappointed, but said he would help. We went to the bathroom and I guess it was pretty easy to figure out - long nozzle in the ass and squeeze the bottle until it's empty(duh). I did this while Eli helped. I laid on the floor, kneeling, ass up, face on the floor. Eli told me how hot I looked like that. We used 2 because I was kinda nervous and wanted to make sure to clean out for him. After we finished, we went to my bedroom where Eli saw the condoms and lube out. I was naked and he kissed me and pushed me on the bed. Then he did something he had never done before, he sucked my cock. I was electrified. I gasped and it felt so amazing. I'd never had someone give me a blow job. I grabbed the sheets and just moaned. He sucked my cock for awhile, but not long because he could tell I was getting close. Eli told me he had another surprise. He lifted my legs and jammed his tongue in my ass. He tongue fucked me and sucked on my ass and licked and spat and ate my ass. He fingered me some and then tongue fucked me and then fingered me. I was moaning so loudly that I could only hear myself. He kept at it and kept tongue fucking me and opening me up. He stopped, undressed, opened the lube, but some on my dick and on his dick and then went back to eating my hole(that's what Eli called it - my hole). I had never felt so good. Eli was once again giving me pleasure I didn't know existed before that day. He also started spitting on my ass more and then there were more fingers. I was writhing on the bed, grasping the sheets, moaning, existing only for the pleasure he was giving my asshole. Then he stood up, and leaned over my body spreading my legs wider and his cock sliding over my ass crack as he bent my legs up to kiss me. I could taste my ass. I could taste his tongue and him. I could feel his lubed cock rubbing my wet wet hole. I said, "Eli, please fuck me." And he lined up his cock and slid the tip and head and half is cock inside me before my ass resisted him. He kissed me and we just started moving his cock in and out, pushing further in each time until I felt his pubes and balls on my ass. He fucked me and I was loving it. I loved him. I loved how his cock made my ass feel so full and how he kept hitting something inside me that made me moan. I was moaning around his mouth and tongue as he kissed me. We were locked as one. He kept saying how great my ass felt. I told him how great his cock felt. Then, all of a sudden, he said, "Oh fuck! I can't hold it. I'm cumming!" His dick slammed into me and I felt it jerk and felt his cum shoot inside me. The way his cock jerked up when he came. He hit the inside of my ass. I rolled my eyes and felt it and then came all over myself. He laid on me for awhile and then he pulled out. He was pleased because his cock was clean except for the cum. I was sad that my ass was empty. But after the glow faded, I asked why he hadn't worn a condom. He said, "You told me to fuck you. You didn't ask me to wear one." I was surprised. I said, "But don't we have to? I mean we have them now. I don't want to get sick." He said, "Baby, I love you. I won't make you sick." He cuddled me. He kissed me. He ran his hands over my body and my ass. He fingered my wet hole and said, "Besides you loved feeling me shoot inside you. You totally came without touching your dick when I did." I blushed and said I did. He said, "Then baby doll, let me keep fucking your ass without condoms. I love you and you love it." I kissed him and agreed that we should fuck uncovered. We fucked 4 more times that day and played Playstation and Eli sucked me off just before he left. He fingered me as he swallowed my load. His cum running down my legs as it seeped out of my well used ass. I cleaned out using those bottles two other times that week and told Eli when I did. He fucked me both days in the school bathroom and shot his load in my ass. I came hands free both times feeling his cock jerk up as he shot his cum in my ass. Then, I waited until I could see Sam to get the regular enema thing. I went back to the pharmacy to see Sam. He gave me this black thing in a box and told me how it worked. I thanked him and paid for it. He asked if I was having safe sex. I lied and blushed and said, "Of course." He said, "Then you should buy more condoms." I agreed and did. I cleaned out my ass everyday once I figured out how to work the thing. I told Eli and he was so happy. He told me he loved me. We kissed and he held me for awhile as we sat on the back bumper of is car in the far back of the mall parking lot. We fucked almost every day for months after the day I told him about the using the enema daily. I loved him so much and I loved that he shot his cum in my ass. I started to get addicted to how my ass felt after he came in me. Such a nice wet feeling. Especially on days when we fucked more than once. After the initial embarrassment of wet underwear, I loved how his cum felt seeping out of my ass. I loved Eli so much. I never did ask him how he was so experienced with anal sex though.......