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Fuckin'☣️ink~! November 29 to December 8 guest of InnLeather. I'll be at many of the events. Pic taken at InnLeather. Suggestions for buying the Pass? buy Trimix package? and where to eat? Wood love to hear from other pigs in FTL and travelers. Thanks

Dorian Gale looked down the long yellow road ahead to the now-familiar sight of the Emerald City club rising out of the distant landscape. He gripped the object they had been sent to retrieve in his hand, and exhaled. Maybe this this would be over soon. He turned to look at his fellow travellers, all now resting against trees or rocks. Toto, his twinky boyfriend, whose escape-artist antics had started all this. Leo, the timid blond bear who never seemed to fail to find courage when he was horny. Scotty, the dishevelled hobo-looking moron who still seemed to be able to outsmart when he needed to. Steele, the cold and gruff hunk with the metal fetish that seemed to care more than he ever let on. They were a ragtag mob, but had been through a lot together. For Dorian and Toto it had, of course, started when they arrived here. Lost in the heat of the moment, they had not noticed the tornado sirens going until Dorian had finally erupted inside his boyfriend, and when they looked out of the window they realised in horror that they were seconds away from a direct hit. Dorian had barely pulled the mattress off the bed before they were violently thrown across the room, knocking both teens out in the process. When they awoke, they had found themselves somewhere truly alien. Colours, sounds and beings like they had never encountered in their little town near Wichita. Somewhere in the melee of the foam party going on outside, an auburn haired drag queen called Glinda Glitter had eventually emerged from the bubbles and shown them where to go. She had taken her time though, and both Dorian and Toto had been subjected to a near gang-rimming of their holes from the pack of little men running around who seemed to call themselves the Munchkids. Not the worst way to be welcomed to a new land, but certainly very unusual. Anyway, they had eventually extricated themselves from the orgy and set off up the road, following the path of the rather smelly watercourse they had been told was called the Golden Stream. Scotty was the first of their pack that they met, with Dorian and Toto taking pity on the man. This pity was perhaps misplaced, as a bottle of rum had knocked out Toto and left Dorian with his inhibitions lowered. Normally a strict top back in Kansas, he was left dripping cum from his stretched hole by the following morning. Steele was their next encounter, and from the get-go he made it clear he would help the boys if they in turn helped him. Toto had since taken the brunt of that duty, his little frame being tossed around like it was made of feathers by the burly chain-clad hunk whenever they stopped to rest along the way. Dorian’s athletic, muscled body had apparently been of appeal too though, and he had found himself having to give up his hole as well. Leo was their final encounter, and while he was initially afraid to accompany the men, catching site of a wet patch in the back of Dorian’s tight jean shorts had convinced him it might be worth it. The trip thereafter had gone slowly, given the amount of time that Steele wanted to be pounding the living daylights out of Toto. Scotty and Leo made the best of all the stops though, as they worked together to turn Dorian from a closeted jock top to a cumhungry spitroast-craving bottom. Of course, there had also been the Monkey Men. These crazed furries had kidnapped Dorian one night, and the jock had endured two days of being chained up in a cell while being gangbanged round the clock until his fellow travellers had found him and paid the ransom. Only then had this army of furry-fetish freaks agreed to take them to their goal, the dungeon complex of a hoodlum known as the Biggest Bitch of the West. Here, both Dorian and Toto had been forced to get into slings for gangbang breedings from all the military-fetish guys in attendance, providing enough of a distraction for the others to slip away one by one to search the place for their bounty. Somehow it took the equivalent of 20 loads in each of the Kansas boys before Steele located the giant dildo that the Biggest Bitch was apparently so famous for riding, which they had been sent to retrieve to add to the collection back at Emerald City. As they had tried to make their escape, the complex’s owner had nearly caught them but Dorian’s quick thinking had resulted in the Biggest Bitch slumping on the floor into an involuntary high, doused from head to toe in poppers. So now they were back in sight of Emerald City, but would need to wait some hours for it to open. Everyone else was resting, and Dorian eventually decided it was time to do the same. He made his way towards a vacant rock, but as he did so he saw Scotty stirring. Knowing the drill by this point, Dorian instead pulled down his jeans shorts, pulled off the tattered remains of his gingham shirt, and got down on all fours. He wasn’t sure what awaited the group, but for now he settled in for another afternoon of taking cock.

The doors of the club opened, and the gang headed in to its palatial interior. It all seemed to be silent and abandoned, and they gathered in the centre of the giant entrance hall to look around. After a few minutes, their attention was collectively caught by the sound of one of the giant sets of double doors at the side opening, and they nervously edged towards the passageway beyond. They had still not caught sight of anyone else, but Dorian purposefully strode forward nonetheless, giant dildo in hand, with the rest of them behind him. They started descending some spiral stairs, and as they did so they heard the sound of the double doors they had come through closing again. Undeterred, they continued down until they reached another passageway where there was light ahead from an open door. They proceeded until they entered another enormous room, around the edge of which were a series of black and red curtains. Once again, they gathered in the centre of the room to await whatever came next. “Welcome!” boomed a voice out of the many speakers around the room. “You have succeeded in your quest, and now you will receive your rewards.” The gang nervously looked at one another during a long pause that followed. Then, at the side of the room, one of the sets of curtains opened. “Scotty, come forward!” boomed the voice. After hesitating for a moment, the dishevelled man eventually started edging towards the open curtain. As he did so, he noticed a large book sitting on a table in the centre of the space beyond the curtain. “You wanted brains” boomed the voice, “but you always had them. Your reward is this encyclopedia, so that you begin to gain knowledge. Go forth and learn, and cut your hair while you are at it!” Scotty approached the book, and as he did so the curtain closed behind him. Another curtain then opened on the other side of the room, catching the rest of the gang’s attention. “Leo, approach!” boomed the voice, prompting the blond stud to walk towards the space that had opened up. There he saw a large medal sitting on a plinth, glinting from the spotlight above. “You wanted courage, but you have proven yourself to be as brave as a man can be!” Leo smiled as he reached for the medal, the curtain closing behind him as well. A third curtain then opened in the room. “Steele, now it is your turn” boomed the voice. The hunk strode over to the space, his eyes drawn to the giant silver chain sitting on a cushioned stool. As he got closer, he saw a huge and heavy heart-shaped pendant was attached to it. “You wanted a heart, but you have already shown you do truly care for others.” Steele smiled as he reached for the huge chain, lifting it over his head to add to the collection round his neck. As he admired the massive pendant on his chest in a nearby mirror, the curtain closed behind him too. Finally a fourth curtain opened, revealing clearly two big frames with leather slings hanging from them. “Dorian and Toto, approach!” boomed the voice. Nervously the boyfriends took each other’s hands and walked towards the space, a little bewildered as to what their reward was going to be. “You both want your freedom, and to get home. Soon you will be back in Kansas, but first we must set you free.” The curtain closed behind them, and then a door opened in the side wall. Eight large men emerged, all wearing an array of leather harnesses, collars and cuffs. They split into two groups of four, and proceeded to surround the two lovers. Without a word, they began to undress the men from Kansas, before turning them around and lifting them into the slings. Neither Dorian or Toto said a word as their wrists and ankles were attached to cuffs suspended from the sling chains, too surprised they were by the pace at which they had been stripped and manhandled into position. Only once they were in position did a ninth man enter the space. He was small and fat, and dressed in leather trousers, a black leather vest, and a Muir cap decorated with various gems. His arms were covered with tattoos of spiders, scorpions and the hazard symbol that the Kansas boys were used to seeing on a lot of the chemicals they used in their farm work. “Good” said the man, giving himself away as the one who had been booming out through the speakers. “You are ready.” “Ready for what sir?” asked Dorian. “The final conversion” the man replied. “Since you arrived, you have both been receiving special gifts, from your friends out there, the monkey men I sent after you, or the Bitch’s army of fanatics. But now you will be treated to mine, and those of my boys here, to seal the deal.” “Wh…what do you mean?” Dorian asked, his stomach twisting in knots as realisation of what this was about dawned on him. “I am the Wizard of Poz” said the fat man. “All who live here are carriers, but I keep the most potent strains contained here at Emerald City for special occasions. This is one such occasion.” Dorian looked over at Toto, and was shocked to see his boyfriend’s cock fully erect and a huge smile on his face. “Your little twink here seems ready to accept his fate” said the Wizard. “Please sir” squeaked Toto, his eyes filled with lust. “What about you?” the Wizard said, turning back to the former star high school quarterback. “You arrived here a top, but I can see from the state of your hole that that’s no longer true. Are you ready to make your conversion a certainty?” Dorian felt tears forming in his eyes, but his own cock involuntarily growing hard helped him realise that he wanted this. He didn’t know why, but he wanted this. With every breaching of his hole since he’d arrived here, he had felt himself sliding more and more towards his true self. Now, with the revelation that he’d been getting pozzed the whole time, he almost felt liberated. No more of the act, no more of trying to be this athletic jock hunk who satisfied his secret gay desires by keeping a twink of his own. His true purpose seemed to now be clear, and this toxic man standing in front of him was planning to make it all a reality. With a deep breath, Dorian found himself nodding at the Wizard, giving his permission for what was about to happen.

Getting Away, Part 1 Matt and Paul seemed to have packed everything from their apartments and half of Target into Paul’s SUV. Matt always laughed at Paul’s SUV. It was a Jeep and reminded Matt of the Brian character from Queer as Folk who also owned a Jeep. Matt rolled his eyes sometimes at what a stereotypical top Paul could be. During the three hour drive, the boys listened to music, talked, laughed, ate lunch, etc. At McDonald’s Matt ordered a salad. At McDonald’s….a salad. Paul laughed and said what a stereotypical bottom Matt could be. The boys both laughed. They arrived at the campsite. There was a check in area and the boys were informed of the weekend’s events. It was Mardi Gras weekend! Matt and Paul asked what that meant. They were given a calendar of events and a bit of guidance on where different events were held in the park. Then a dirty hot, skinny, mid 20s guy showed up and offered to take them over to their cabin. The guy flirted pretty hard with Matt and Paul on the way to the cabin. He introduced himself as Adrian, but said some of the guys call him Snake. Paul laughed and started taking in their supplies. Matt stayed to talk with Snake for a minute. Snake said Matt had a nice ass in his shorts. Matt smiled and said thanks. Snake got closer and said, “I love meeting you new guys when you come here. All shy but by the end of the weekend, you’re all fucked out.” He took Matt’s hand and rubbed it along the bulge in his shorts. Matt looked up at Snake and said, “Nice cock.” Paul came out of the cabin and laughed. He said, “Matt already. Seriously? If you think I’m going to unload this car and set up the cabin while you suck this dude off, you’re crazy.” Matt, Snake, and Paul laughed. Matt shrugged his shoulders and started unloading the car. Snake sauntered off to his golf cart. After the boys set up the cabin – one bedroom, but that’s not a big deal given how often they’ve fucked. They had brought two sets of sheets because they assumed there would be two beds. Paul said, “Good now we can change the sheets after you leak cum on the first set.” Matt slapped Paul’s upper arm playfully. Matt still hadn’t told Paul about his new “good boy” lifestyle. The guys decided to look around the campsite. They walked through the RV area and the pool area, then kept going to more RV areas. The place was much bigger than either boy expected. The boys were popular. Guys waved and said hi, welcomed them for the weekend, asked if they were going to the pool, or the midnight swim later, etc. By now, it is midafternoon, blazing hot, and Paul wants to go to the pool. Matt says he is going to explore the camping areas and meet Paul in a bit. No sooner is Matt under the trees and walking along the camping areas than he sees Snake. Snake is helping a couple guys with their tent. Matt walks over to say hi. The guys are in their 30s and very attractive. Matt holds a tent pole in place for them as they get it set up. The thing is huge. Matt says, “Wow, this thing is huge. It’s like magic.” Everyone laughs. Snake asks if this is Matt’s first time camping. He admits that it is. The guys introduce themselves – Eric and Dave. They are a couple and have been coming up here for years. Matt asks what’s fun and they guys say – “we are.” Everyone laughs. Matt realizes his “good boy” lifestyle might be tested some this weekend. Matt says goodbye to the guys. He gets into a more wooded area when Snake catches up to him. Snake asks Matt if he wants to finish what they started earlier. Snake is rubbing his dick through his shorts. It has gotten hard and Matt bites his lower lip. Matt is about ready to protest when Snake unzips his shorts. Matt sees the very impressive cock before him, takes a quick look around and reaches for it. Matt wraps his hand around Snake’s cock and Snake steps closer to him. Matt thinks they are about to kiss, but Snake guides Matt to his knees. He says, “You know what to do.” Matt takes the cock into his mouth. It's the first cock in his mouth since he decided to be a “good boy.” Matt tells himself, “good boys give good head.” Matt sucks the large cock head, then pushes his mouth down to take in about half this impressive cock. Matt is getting his mouth used to the cock when he feels Snake’s hands on his head and hears him say, “Fuck man. Suck that cock.” Matt starts going to town on Snake’s cock. Soon Snake is guiding Matt’s mouth and the cock is in his throat. Matt is loving this cock. Snake then says, “Oh fuck.” Matt feels Snake cum in his mouth and the cum hits the back of his throat. He shoots 6-7 times in Matt’s mouth. Matt swallows all of Snake’s cum. Snake pulls his cock out of Matt’s mouth and says, “Fuck you give great head for a preppy boy.” Matt gets off his knees. Matt is hard as a rock in his shorts. Snake reaches to stroke Matt’s cock in his shorts and says, “If you can meet up later tonight, I’ll take care of this for you.” Matt smiles and says, “When?” Snake looks at the preppy, attractive twink who now looks a bit disheveled and flustered and realizes he needs to play this kid softly. He strokes Matt’s cock through his shorts and says, “I have a long day today. I can get away during the Moonlight swim though once we start the camp fire.” Matt smiles. Snake leans in and Matt thinks they are going to kiss, but Snake pulls Matt close, turns him around, rubs his cock on Matt’s ass and licks his neck. Matt is a ball of sexual energy as Snake says, “I hope you give me this ass later.”

One of the things on my wishlist is to take a load from a stranger while I'm camping with the family. I want to meet someone in the shower and let them use me before cleaning up and heading back to the camper. This weekend I came close with a younger top hitting me up on sniffies and telling me he was down to meet. Well of course he never followed through so I was left hanging. Luckily for me my wife drive separately and the kids rode home with her so I fired up Grindr and with in 15 mins of heading home I had an older daddy hit me up and invited me over. Of course Im not turning it down so I headed to his place. I pulled in and parked the truck and camper and he let me in the house. We went to his room and I dropped to me knees and started sucking his dick. He had massive balls so I caressed them while I sucked and once he was hard I got up and bent over for him. I spread my cheeks and he lubed his cock and slid it in. I've been needing a good fuck so my ass offer no resistance and basically sucked his dick in. He only fucked me for about 5 mins before he started bucking and blew his load deep in me. He took a min to stop shaking and pull out after which I pulled up my shorts, thanked him for the fun and hopped back in the truck to finish the trip home with his load in me.

You can register for the dog tags online at pigweek.com Don't miss the Circus Party which was at the Manor last year on Wednesday night. The pool parties are also fun and the Ed Lugo resort had a great one last year. Be sure to check out the Ramrod bar as well as 321 Slammer, Clubhouse II sex clubs. Hope to see you at some of the events!

Last night older and younger couple texted me off sniffles would I be interested in being fucked by a younger and older couple. Sure in about 15 min they came over The older guy was 69 but had a nice 8 “ dick The younger was 23 and had a long but slender dick they said it was a fantasy of theirs to take turns fucking a bottom. The older guy went first as the younger wanted to use his cum as lube both fucked me three times and left me a sore ass but full of cum

On a whim I bought two different cages on sale at Labor Day. I've been chatting with two non-local bottoms who are both interested in being caged to help them become the sluts they want to be. I had no idea Locktober was a thing! Now I guess I'll have to find a local bottom (or two since I have two cages) who want to be locked next month... 🤔😜😍

PART 2 thump-thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! My heart was pounding out of my chest as I stood there just watching him. My hands were shaking, my breathing was getting more and more erratic, I felt frozen, like I couldn't move, couldn't speak.... just standing there frozen with fear and excitement. Like reading a label on a pack of cigarettes, "Warning this Cock may Cause DEATH or Serious Injury", an obvious warning that would make most other guys run without a second thought. And Colby!! We just told each other last night that we loved each other, he opened up about all the trauma this man has caused him, this would kill him! Someone I genuinely care about and this monster who has caused him so much harm and here I am right in the middle and make no mistake, this guy's intentions are not good, you're about to walk into a haunted house and monster is very real and very dangerous. My mind, my conscious, every ounce of my survival instinct is screaming "you knew exactly what you were doing when you made the conscious decision to put your pants back down on the ground and come out here like this, but now your little dark fantasy is becoming all too real, you are face to face with death RUN for life!!". But still, I stand here frozen, unable to pull myself away, unable to look away, and still holding this damn orange juice? But then, like out of a dark deep cave within, came another voice. A voice so powerful that the other voices silenced in its presence. A voice that could not be pacified or intimidated by warnings, an entity that needed to feed was consuming my being. Adrenaline began to course through my veins like a drug, my heart hit so hard I could swear you could hear it, and like a sailor being lured to his death by the temptation of the Siren, I took a step towards the monster's lair. I don't even know if I was in control anymore. It was as if everything survival instinct I had left my body and the only thing left was pure carnal, animalistic lust. An all-consuming desire that knew what it wanted, and didn't care about the cost. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and seeing how is demeanor changed when I took that first step, he KNEW he had won. It did not matter how evil his intentions where, I was powerless, under his control he had his victim in his web. I entered his room and he told me to shut the door behind him, I couldn't speak, but I did as he said and shut the door. He sat there 3 feet from me with his cock in hand as I stood there completely naked like a scared little kid. He could definitely sense my fear and it seemed to empower him, make him harder and bolder, his voice came more commanding, knowing I was his now. Him: come here I slowly approached him, looking each other in the eyes as he licked his lips like a lion before consuming a young gazelle. Him: Get on your knees I started to get on my knees and soon felt his hand on my shoulder pulling me into him as his hand slid to the top of my head, feeling his firm hand grasp the hair on the back of my head pulling my head down and with his other hand aiming his large cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth as it was shoved inside, I tried to take it all, but having never done this before, I was struggling, but he kept pushing my head down and shoving his cock deeper as I kept gagging over and over, soon he had both hands on the back of my head pulling my head down on his cock as he forcibly fucked my face. He was pulling down with such force, I had to use one hand to brace myself and keep myself upright and the other I reached up to hold the base of his cock, thinking maybe that would stop so much of his cock from going down my throat helping me to breathe. Him: You're such a fucking whore, I knew you wanted this. Oh, you're going to be my little bitch from now on aren't you. Him: FUCKING ANSWER ME!! he let up on the back of my head allowing me to raise my head up just enough to get his cock out of my mouth. With slobber dripping from my mouth to his cock i tried to answer him Me: (almost crying, I was able to mumble out) Yes Him: Fucking right, now get back to work as he pulled my head back down on his cock, I wasn't fully prepared so when he pulled my head down his cock went deeper down my throat than before and gagged and almost threw up, but that didn't seem to stop him. Him: oh fuck yeah... It has been too long, you're going to get your load real quick this time Him: jerk that mother fucker! He let up a little, allowing me to pull my head up and jerk him off more and it wasn't long before he started moaning and repeating "Oh fuck" and suddenly like a volcano erupting he started shooting his load in the back of my throat, at first his cum was coming out of my mouth Him: you better fucking swallow that shit mother fucker (as he forcibly shoved his cock deeper down my throat) I started to gag again, but quickly closed my lips tightly around his cock and tried swallowing as much as possible. He kept moaning "Fuck yeah! Oh Fuck...Oh Fuck, you fucking slut bitch" as the cum kept spewing out of his cock down my throat and down his cock. After he finished he fell back on the bed breathing heavily. Him: Man, that is the first action i have had in years! Damn I needed that I just kind of sat there on my knees, completely lost. This is the first time I had ever been in a situation like that, I have always been the top, or the one getting blown or with a woman, it was completely new to me and i felt so, so naked kneeling there, cum dripping down my mouth and running down my neck and chest. Him: Fuck man, how are we going to tell Colby about this? I panicked when i heard that, immediately reality came flooding back. Me: (Stuttering out) I... I.... I Him: what you didn't want to tell him about this? You're going to lie to my son? and worse, you want to make me lie to my son Me: I don't know, i hadn't thought about it Him: well look man, i can maybe keep this a secret, but i am not comfortable with it. Me: Thank you so much! Him: yeah, i don't like lying to my boy so i am going to need something from you Me: of course, what do you want? Him: Man you know i cant get out of here and my son wont allow me to have guests, thinks i am going to be doing drugs or something, so you're going to have to keep this up. I haven't had action from another person in years! Me: i'm not sure i understand Him: You can fuck my son, but you only suck my dick! Is that clear enough Me: Yeah! I mean, i dont know if we should do this again. Him: Look mother fucker! You want me to keep this a secret, then you're going to have to work for it. I know a slut when i see one, i saw you eye'n my dick. Now get the fuck out of here and go jerk off and if you ain't getting on your knees again soon, i may just have to let Colby know about how you came into my room naked and just took my dick like a ho! I started to fumble my way out of the room, rushing back to my room as i heard him say: Him: oh yeah! Colby told me you were rich, so maybe you should be dropping off some cash for me too, after all, we don't want colby to find out about this. Right then, I immediately knew i had been played. He knew I had money, and was working to get it. That is what it was all about. Then panicked, i started to google, "Can you get HIV from oral Sex" and found out that it was very rare and it was most common for bottoms to get HIV from a HIV positive top. What the fuck did I just get myself into, what was he going to do. His entire plan was to get me in this situation so he could manipulate me however he wanted, he basically had me backed against a corner. What could i do, tell Colby, not only would he break up with me, but that would kill him. Did i have any other options. I just laid there on the bed naked freaking out, what the hell was i going to do! He owned me now, he was going to make me pay him to suck his dick! His huge black dirty fucking dick and i had to pay him money for it. I had to pay this dirty mother fucker money so he could shoot his dirty disease filled load down my throat, and shove his giant cock inside me. That giant dirty cock just oozing out dirty cum, pumping his load down my throat, again and again. I went from panicking to getting hard, thinking part of me didn't want colby to know, because i wanted to be in this situation. What was this situation going to bring on me.....

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

Chapter 9 – Do You Trust Me? Chapters 1 through 8 recount a wild session with Steven, Jason, and me. Steven and I have played together often, but Jason was new to the mix. I’d always admired his body, and especially his hairy ass, at the gym, but I didn’t expect to end up playing with him. We’ve all been fisting each other and are having an awesome time. I’m about to get out of the sling after a seriously deep fisting, and Steven is going to take my place. Steven shoved a fairly large plug into my ass. He knew I could take it, and it would help to keep me open for later. Once it was inserted, he and Jason helped me out of the sling. Then, it was Steven’s turn to be the bottom. Once he was settled in the sling, it was my time to ask, “Do you trust me?” “Implicitly”, replied Steven. With that, I put the blindfold that he had used on me over his eyes. While he adjusted to his sensory deprivation, Jason and I fondled and rubbed his body, occasionally tugging or sucking on his cock, but avoiding his ass. Jason was still caressing Steven’s body when I walked away to prepare a point for him. I knew it wouldn’t take much to send Steven into the stratosphere, so I only gave him 1/3 of his normal dose. Even that would be enough to blow his mind. Jason had also walked away from Steven and was now lubing his hands. He returned, spent some time getting Steven’s hole opened, and prepared for what was coming. Steven normally requires very little prep time before taking a fist, so it was about properly lubing his hole. Once Jason let me know that Steven’s ass was ready, I took Steven’s left arm and put the tourniquet around his bicep. He groaned since he knew what was coming. Once I could see a vein, I used an alcohol wipe to prepare the spot and let Steven know where he was being stuck. Luckily, he has great veins and is an easy admin. I inserted the point, pulled back some red, and then pushed the T into his bloodstream. I removed the tourniquet, and he raised his arm high and coughed a few times. Now that Steven was rushing, Jason was ready to fist him. He had added more lube to his hands and placed his left hand at Steven’s hole. Steven pushed his ass forward in the sling in his eagerness to be penetrated and filled. I watched as Steven’s ass basically consumed Jason’s fist. Jason looked up and me and said, “I’m not really pushing!” as his hand was sucked into Steven’s needy ass. Steven's sounds told us he loved the sensation running throughout his body. I noticed some precum on his cock, so I leaned down to lick that off, prompting a whole new set of moans and groans from Steven. Jason had gotten to a good depth, and he began his own motions. Steven released the tension in his body that was driving him onto Jason’s hand and let him take control. Steven was clearly enjoying whatever Jason was doing in his ass, so I sat back to watch. The plug was still in my ass, and I played around a bit with it while I watched them, twisting it and pulling it out and pushing it back in. After a bit of this, I decided I wanted something larger in my ass. But first, I was going to blow and share some clouds. I took in a huge amount of smoke and placed my mouth over Steven’s. He opened his, assuming that we would be making out, and was briefly startled when I began to exhale. He recovered quickly and pulled the smoke into his lungs. We shared this and a few others before I moved down and shared some with Jason. Once we were all topped off, I looked for a larger plug. But this was the largest plug Steven had out, so I opted for a fun dildo. It was thick and long and would be a great ride. I lubed it up and prepared to swap the plug for the dildo. When Jason saw me pulling the plug out of my ass, he told me that he wanted it in his after I shoved the new dildo in my hole. He wanted me to add some lube to it and stick it in his ass. I was happy to oblige. So, while he was still embedded in Steven’s ass, he slid his ass off the back of the stool and gave me access to his hole. I fingered it a bit before working the plug in. His hole needed a little bit more wrangling to get it in, but he took it like a champ. Then, he moved forward and sat down fully on the stool. That certainly set the dildo in place for him. I moved to the side of the sling, where I could still watch Jason fisting Steven. Steven was in ecstasy. He was seriously spun (and I had just given him more T) and getting well fisted by Jason. Before I lay down on the floor, I licked the drops of precum from his cock. Then, I laid down so that I could see Steven’s ass being worked over by Jason, but also so Jason could see me riding the dildo. I pulled it almost all the way out before shoving it as deep as I could. I fucked myself with it like this for a while. But I wanted it to go even deeper, so I lifted my left leg and supported it on the sling stand. That change in angle allowed the dildo to ride through my curve and get all the way into my ass. It felt fantastic! From my spot on the floor, I could see Jason’s hairy forearm gliding in and out of Steven’s ass. He had moved to a power fisting, alternating hands when he pulled out of Steven and shoved the other fist in. Steven was moaning and panting, and his cock was oozing its sweet fluid. I couldn’t resist, so I took out the dildo, stood up, and sucked his cock into my mouth. He spurted a good bit more precum and probably some piss when I first took him in. I sucked him for a while, and he gave me a couple more spurts. I went up to share the last one with him in a deep kiss. When we finished kissing and snowballing, I put the poppers under Steven’s nose. He inhaled deeply and help the second hit. This would make him a total ass pig, and Jason was ready to please him. Steven slid down in the sling to make his ass more open and accessible. Jason growled his pleasure as he slid his fist deep into Steven’s body. It was clear that he was in deep and kept slowly and steadily pushing forward. Steven was writhing around in the sling, muttering some unintelligible words. One of his moves opened a passageway for Jason’s hand, and he slipped further into Steven. Steven was flexing his ass, using the muscles to pull Jason’s hand ever deeper. It was hot to see my sexy friend getting deep fisted. Jason motioned to me that he wanted me to take over. So, I lubed up my hands and got ready for the switch. He was now alternating hands on Steven’s ass, not going too deep, so I swapped in for his left hand. Now, Steven was getting my right hand, then Jason’s right hand, then mine again. Jason stood up, and I took the stool. When that happened, I added my left hand into the mix. I alternated hands on Steven’s ass for a while and then came up with the next thing in his workout. With my right fist in Steven, I used the fingers from my left hand to probe his hole around my arm. I was opening him up for more. I kept my right hand in his ass and dipped fingers from my left hand in alongside my arm. Steven knew what was coming and he picked up the poppers to help open him up some more. Once he had huffed the fumes and put the bottle down, I began to work more of my fingers into him. I pulled my right hand back and moved it into a folded position. This allowed me to put my left hand next to it in a similar position and start to insert both into Steven. He reached down to pull his ass apart to give me the best access. I’ve only double fisted him once before, so this was relatively new territory for us. Steven was pushing out, I was pushing in, and my hands popped into his ass. The look of astonishment and pleasure on Steven’s face was wonderful. I moved my hands around a small amount, knowing that the smallest motions have massive consequences when your ass is this stretched and filled. Mostly, I wanted to let Steven drive the activity since it was his ass that was being worked over. He pulsed his muscles and pulled me in a bit more, and kind of rocked his ass on my hands. He was enjoying the ride and then asked me to pull out a hand. I opted to take out my right hand. It’s the larger one, and this would give his ass a chance to rest while still being filled with my left hand. I just let my hand rest inside him since he needed to regroup after the double. Steven’s ass was pulsing around my hand. He was slowing his breathing and coming back to a more normal space while I began to slowly move around inside him. Mostly, I was flexing my hand, letting my fingers extend out a bit before pulling them back into a fist. Occasionally, I’d do some twisting around, but I wanted to take it easy on him. Eventually, Steven told me that he wanted a break. I slowly pulled my hand out, letting him enjoy the sensations of a slow extraction. Once my hand was out, I rubbed and massaged his hole as his gape dripped lube. Then, Jason and I helped him out of the sling and walked him over to the bed. He lay down, smiling like a happy pig. He pulled his legs up so that his hole was exposed, and we watched as his gape slowly narrowed.

It's been awhile writing the next few chapters. I know Matt's path, but the story wasn't making sense without this interlude chapter. Not a lot of new sex here, but Matt is at a crossroads thanks to Travis's behavior. Frustration “FFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” Matt screams as he runs past the 10 mile marker. The frustration is boiling over. It’s mid-summer and the sweat is pouring down his body from a hard run. His last few dates have been insane. The college guys went home in May and June leaving Matt to his old haunts – online and the bars. It’s like bllllaaaaahhhh! That guy John has fucked him a few times this summer. Jeffrey can’t get enough of blowing his loads in another bottom. But Matt feels like neither of them treat him like a person. Even though John is a total top and Jeffrey is a total bottom (except with Matt), they both treat Matt the same way – a receptacle for their loads. Matt doesn’t mind that role. In fact he enjoys it. But he doesn’t enjoy how they treat him after they cum. That attitude reminds Matt of so many other men he's met. All during the run, Matt’s been pushing through these feelings. But the memory of yesterday’s coffee date is pushing back. Matt ran into the police officers who searched his place. He agreed to meet the senior police officer for a coffee. Yesterday Matt was bent over his bed giving his ass to the senior officer while their coffee cooled on his desk. Once again, Matt didn’t ask for a condom. He let this man blow his load in his ass again. FUCK! Well, Matt reminds himself he begged this man to cum up his ass. Begged him for his cum! FUCK! Also Travis has been a fucking asshole. He’s been spreading rumors that Matt has crabs. Matt found out one night at the bar when a guy he was talking to told him that was why he wouldn’t go home with him. Matt was stunned. One minute he was making out with the guy; then Matt went to the bathroom and returned and Travis was talking to the same guy. Matt interrupted but the guy was clearly no longer interested. Travis walked away. Matt tried to take the guy home and he was immovable. Matt was stunned and asked why. The guy told him that Travis said he had crabs. Matt denied it but not only was this guy no longer interested, but it seemed like the entire bar was staring at Matt. Matt was so embarrassed. Matt left the bar. Matt was so mad. He called Paul the next day. Paul told Matt that Travis was telling everyone that Matt was a diseased slut. Paul said they’d had a few arguments about it and Paul was firmly on Matt’s side. However, that didn’t make Matt feel better since Paul fucked every bottom that moved and fucked them bareback. As Matt turned back for home he passes the tree where he let that older guy breed his ass while he watched the college guy suck down the jock's load. Matt was turned on my it, but his thoughts returned to his reputation. It was one thing to fuck a guy bareback but it was another thing when everyone else knew that you fucked him bareback. Matt’s reputation as a bareback bottom was getting solidified among the guys he knew. Matt realized that his reputation as a cumdump was going to make it almost impossible for any guy to want to date him. It had been like 6-7 months since Travis had broken up with him outside the HIV testing clinic. Matt has been fucked by dozens of guys since, but not been on a single viable date (yesterday's coffee date was not a date). By the time Matt finished his run, he was devastated. He wanted to be so mad at Travis, the cop, Jeffrey for being so careless, John for treating him like a piece of meat, but instead Matt realized that he had been a participant in each of these situations and made the decision to have unprotected sex. He called Paul to bitch about life, but as he started speaking his voice cracked and he started to cry. Matt heard a dial tone and realized Paul had hung up. Matt just kept crying. Why was this all so hard? Why did having men cum in his ass turn him on so much? Why did guys judge him for doing something they all did or wanted to do themselves? The buzzer went off like a bomb in Matt’s apartment. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Matt thought about not answering, but it went off again. It was so loud. Matt answered. It was Paul. Matt buzzed him in. Paul came in and pulled Matt's sweaty and exhausted body into a hug. Matt started crying again. Paul held him as he cried. As he cried himself out, Paul got Matt to tell him his biggest fear – that no one would want to date him if he had a reputation as a cumdump. Paul looked at the sexy twink crying in his arms and almost laughed. Matt was so charming, smart, witty, sexy, athletic, had a good job, and friends who cared for him that Paul didn’t know how Matt's fear could ever be true. Then Paul thought about it more – how judgmental gay guys are, how scared people are of AIDS, how guys try not to identify as bottoms because even gay men think bottoms aren’t as studly as tops. Paul sighed. He understood Matt’s concerns. He rubbed Matt’s back as he thought of what to do or say to his friend. Paul eventually turned to Matt and said, “You are a young, sexy little fucker. Guys are going to want to fuck your ass whenever you want. Don’t worry about that part of it okay. The dating thing….dude I got no answers for that. I’m single too, remember? I think there are some things to think about. Do you enjoy sex with different men or do you want sex with just one man? Do you want to go back to having sex with condoms or do you think you’ve been careful enough having bareback sex? Do you want to change your behavior in any ways to get past the judgment and hypocrisy among the gay men we know?” Paul then waited for Matt to respond. When Matt didn’t say anything, Paul said, “Listen I’m sure these questions are only part of it. But basically, I don’t know Matt…..are you generally happy being who you are and doing what you’ve been doing the last year or so? If the answer to that is yes, then fuck the rest.” Matt laughed softly. A couple weeks later, Paul called Matt and said he had an idea. There is a gay campground about 3 hours away and one of the older guys from the bar can’t use his cabin reservation, does Matt want to split the cost with Paul and go? Matt said, “Camping? Me? Are you nuts? I don’t know how to light a fire and I don’t want to shit in the woods.” Paul laughed. He said, there are guys who do camp at the campground and there are guys who have RVs and things, but there are a few actual cabins with bathrooms and kitchens, etc. They would have one of those cabins. Paul also said, “Matt its 3 hours away. Be slutty. Don’t be slutty. Most of these guys are from other cities, other states, and they don’t know us. Let’s just go have fun.” Matt agreed. What Paul didn’t know is that Matt had gone to the HIV testing clinic since their heartfelt conversation. Matt received his negative result again. He vowed to use condoms from now on. He was going to be a “good boy.” Matt even took two handfuls of free clinic condoms with him when he left the clinic. Matt had called Jeffrey and told them that they had to take a break from sex. Matt didn’t know exactly how he would deal with the college boys when they got back from summer break, but he was definitely going to be a “good boy.” This camping trip was going to be a good time to test Matt's new "good boy" lifestyle!

Sucked 11 on Sunday in The Web! Swallowed 6 loads. Some piss too! More later in the week.

If it was addressed to me, stayed at too hot guys, a 30’s bearded guys in harness was bending over and behind him a younger, maybe 20’s stood. He had a nice ☣️ tattoo. He pounded the bearded guy and it seemed the poz was close to coming. The bottom was moaning loudly saying that: yeah breed me, unload your toxic babies in me, make me pregnant. Not much later the top came. After that they were found in a cubicle where another guy was laying in the sling. The top was fucking him, the previous bottom stood at the sling and hold the bottom’s hand and saying: take his toxic load, let him knock you up. I have never heard poz talk in the reality (I mean in the place). As I wrote this, I had an instant hardon.

"Trump" and "reading" are two concepts which don't fit together I think. Otherwise he wouldn't believe on all those fakes he believes and spread them. I really hope you Americans know what you do, then...

I had a fuckbuddy years ago that was a great lay. Thick uncut dick and he could go for miles before he put a baby in me, likes to edge in a hole nice and slow and gape it out. He lives over an hour away and we fell out of contact during the pandemic, during that time he met a guy and they got married. His husband is just as well equipped as he is, long fat dick with a big head. And even better, he likes to pound hard. I reconnected with my buddy and met his husband for the first time yesterday. They've got a play room set up at their house and for about an hour they took turns abusing my hole on either a bed or on a breeding bench complete with straps. I felt loads getting pumped into me at least twice, maybe three times. The hubby was a little bit nervous about going too hard and my buddy had to tell him more than once that's how I want it. At one point he pulled that fat meat out of me all at once when they were going to change who was riding and who was watching and I swear you could actually hear the head pop out of my hole. Once I stopped cussing and shaking all I could do was thank him for it and ask him to do it again at least one more time before I left. I drove home sitting on a towel and entire back side of my tighty whities was soaked from all the leak, had to basically peel them off to hop in the shower. This morning my hole is still puffy and sore.

The Fall Part 1 Ok, about me, well I grew up in a small town in Texas. I wouldn’t say I was poor, because we always had food, but we were not rich. Not that anyone in the small town would be considered rich. Even though we were some of the poorer people, I always had friends, I was very gregarious and personable, and I was good at football and girls always liked me, so making friends just came naturally. After high school I went to college and just found myself, I had a great time, made great grades and my future just fell before me. After college I got into medical sales, and just found my calling and climbed the Corp ladder very fast. Bringing us to today, I live in Austin, I am a medical sales manager for a medical equipment manufacturer and have made over $500,000 a year for the last 3 years. I far cry from how I grew up. Life was great. I was no big deal for me to go out on a Saturday night and drop over $1,000 on dinner and drinks. I worked hard and played hard. I had a nice sports car but drove a tesla for a work car. I had a very nice apartment downtown Austin and absolutely loved life. On a random Tuesday night, I am in Dallas at a networking event and run across an old friend of mine, Colby, well not really a friend, we went to high school together. Actually, I don’t know if we had ever talked. He was really quiet, and a lot of people made fun of him calling him gay and queer, not than anyone knew if he was gay, but remember small town. But nevertheless, it was random to see someone from the town we grew up in. after all I graduated with less than 100 people, very small town, so we were both surprised to see each other. I came up and introduced myself and he remembered who I was he was surprised that I remembered him. We spent most of the evening catching up. He moved to Dallas immediately after high school graduation and lived here ever since. The night flew buy, but eventually I had to leave, and we said our goodbyes. Laying in bed around 1:30 in the morning, I see a notification come across my phone, and he had sent me a FB request, I immediately accepted it and shortly after got another “Ding”. He sent me a message: Colby: Just wanted to say it was good seeing you tonight Me: It was, definitely made the night more fun than I was expecting Colby: oh, I wasn’t expecting you to respond tonight. Colby: but yes, I really enjoyed it Colby: you come here often lol Me: Not really, I mostly cover Austin and San Antonio, Dallas isn’t in my area. Colby: too bad, I was hoping we could hang out Me: You ever in Austin? Colby: no, I am kind of grounded here in Dallas Me: Grounded?? Parole Colby: lol, no! it’s a long story for another day We ended up chatting for over an hour that night until I passed out. Over the next few weeks, we talked about every day and grew pretty close. It wasn’t until about 3 weeks later that he told me that he was gay: Me: random, I was invited to attend a meeting with our team in Thursday Colby: Of course it would be Thursday Me: why? Colby: me and my boyfriend have plans with friends Me: Boyfriend? I had no idea Colby: no idea I was gay or that I was seeing someone Me: lol, both Colby: omg! Your gaydar is broken honey Me: lol, yeah I had no idea Colby: is that a problem? Me: no, not a problem, just didn’t know Colby: good! I enjoy talking with you Me: Me too! Colby: So come another night Me: I may not come, its not normally something I would attend in person Colby: so you were making a special trip for me? Me: lol Colby: Come Me: you wont even be there Colby: we could meet up for a drink afterwards Me: Boyfriend would love that Colby: your straight, its not cheating Me: ditching your boyfriend for anyone would probably upset him Colby: Just come, I want to see you Me: we will see 😉 I was definitely very confused by what was going on, now I’m not stupid, I have always known I was attracted to both boys and girls, but I have never even remotely given any sexual attention or flirted with a guy, and here I am just talking to this guy all the time and ignoring most other things and making a special trip just to see him, what was happening? I didn’t know, but I know I was enjoying it and besides, were just friends. I ended up going to Dallas for the meeting and got a hotel to stay the night rather than driving back. Me: Im on my way to Dallas Colby: Yay! I cant wait to see you! Me: Me too! Colby: im so excited, I might kiss you! Me: you better get me a drink first lol Colby: deal! Colby: where are you staying Me: The Adolphus downtown Colby: fancy pants! Me: lol, its close to our office Colby: ok, I will come by around 10? Me: See you then All day long, I was anxiously excited, what was happening, what where his expectations, he knows I’m straight, is he really this excited to see me just as friends, is he thinking more will happen. My mind rushed all day, but it didn’t change the fact that I was excited to be there. He practically messaged me the entire night, which im sure went over great with his boyfriend, but I really didn’t care, I was happy. About 10:30 he showed up and met me in the lobby and told me we are going to the club. We walked to a night club close by and had a great night Colby: lets get you that drink I owe you Me: lol Colby: I am going to kiss you later Me: better make it two drinks After a couple drinks Colby: lets dance Me: I don’t know Colby: come on He stood up and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out on the dancefloor and the night flew by drinks, dancing more and more touching Around 1:00am Colby: you ready to go Me: sure Colby: I’m ready to get out of here, its too loud We walked back to my hotel and in the lobby we were saying goodbye and there was the awkward silence, we both knew what the other was thinking. There was no “he thinks im straight” we were both thinking the same thing right now, and somehow I knew he wouldn’t make the move, if I wanted it to happen, it would have to be me. My heart was pounding through my chest. I was so torn on what to do, my entire life, I had hidden this away and here I am just fully going with it. Me: you want to come up? He didn’t even say anything, he just looked me in the eyes and nodded his head yes. It was that look that we both knew what was about to happen. As soon as we got on the elevator he kissed me, that’s for the drinks he said. We got to the room and it didn’t take long before he kissed me again, which quickly escalated into being on the bed and clothes coming off as we rolled around the bed in the covers. When his mouth hit my rock hard cock I knew I had made the right decision, it was the best blow job I had ever had. He quickly got up and grabbed the lotion out of the bathroom and a condom he crawled back on top of me looked up at me as he slid the condom on my rock hard cock, he slowly crawled up and started to kiss my neck and whispered “I want you in me so fucking bad” as he reached around and grabbed my cock and aimed it towards his hole and slide down on it. There it was, I officially lost my gay virginity and it was amazing, better than I could have imagined. The intensity the passion, was more than I describe. It didn’t take me long to cum and when I did, he leaned over and kissed me and said, we have to do that again! And then he got up and got dressed Me: where are you going? Colby: I have to go home Me: to your boyfriend? Colby: jealous already? Me: no Colby: laughed and smiled, I have to be at work at 6am, so I need to get home to try and get 2 hours of sleep Me: 6am! Wow that sucks! He crawled on the bed and kissed me really deeply Colby: you better come back soon, I want that great cock again Over the next week, we chatted a lot, and the chat had changed, it was very flirtatious, very sexual, very emotional, so of course it wasn’t long before I came back. Over the next couple months, I went to Dallas about once per week and would usually stay Friday and Saturday night, we would go out and have amazing sex, but he would always leave, which was definitely sending off red flags. After about 3 months, we were laying in bed after having sex and he was laying there with his head on my chest and said Colby: what are we? Me: what do you mean? Colby: exactly what I asked, what are we? Me: don’t you have a boyfriend Colby: I could end that Me: do you want to end that? Colby: do you want me to end that? Me: maybe Colby: you’re still in the closet though, how would that work? Me: you go home every night, so how does that work? Colby: come stay the night with me Me: wont your boyfriend get upset Colby: not if you’re my boyfriend Me: would you be my boyfriend Colby: no Me: what?!? Colby: come back next weekend and I will be single and you can ask me again Me: ok, but we are staying the night Colby: you can come stay at my apartment The next weekend, I came back the happiest I can remember being, we went to dinner at a nice restaurant and I officially asked him to be my boyfriend, he immediately wanted to get the ticket and go home, and I had no problem with that. We got to his apartment, which was a little more rundown that I had expected. Definitely a low-income housing, which I was not expecting at all. We got in his apartment, which was very clean and went to his room and started to make love, not sex, make love. When he grabbed the lube he crawled on top of me and said: Colby: If were boyfriend and boyfriend, I want you to cum inside me, as long as you are sleeping with anyone else, is that good with you? Me: yeah And he started lubing up my bare cock and slid down on it and it was even better than before, I had no idea how much bare sex felt than protected sex. We had sex multiple times that night and by the end of the night, he told me I scared him because he thought he was falling for me and then fell asleep. The next morning I got up and he was gone, so I went to the kitchen naked to get something to drink. As I was standing at the fridge, I heard a noise behind me and turned to see a tall black naked man standing in a door to another bedroom staring at me. I almost dropped my cup and stood there speechless as he approached me. I couldn’t help but notice his giant cock just hanging there, I definitely looked to long and by the time I realized I was staring and looked back up he was grinning as he approached. He got within 1 foot of my face and just stood there and then just made a moaning sound. Random guy: nice And then he rubbed up against me as he reached in and grabbed the carton of orange juice and took a huge drink straight from the carton and then set it back in the fridge Random guy: I hope to see you around more And then walked off. As soon as he got in his room, I ran back to the bedroom and shut the door. But the image of that cock was burned in my mind and the adrenaline rush had my heart pounding, I was so excited and turned on and couldn’t get his cock out of my mind. Shortly after, Colby opened the bedroom door Colby: I got coffee and bagels Me: who the hell is the other guy in there? Colby: oh, you saw him? Me: yeah, I about had a heart attack Colby: it’s my dad Me: your dad? Why didn’t you tell me he was in there Colby: long story Me: and you’re not going to tell me? Colby: My dad left home when I was in elementary school, just disappeared and then about 2 years ago, I get a call from a parole officer that my dad has the option for house arrest if he has a place to go, and I must be here every morning to verify he is here. Me: I am so sorry, I didn’t know Colby: I know, I should have told you. But how do you say, “oh by the way my dad was realized from prison for robbery, reckless endangerment for having sex with people without telling them had HIV, herpes, syphilis and every other fucking std a person can have, prostitution, assault and battery. Yeah, how do I say that”. Me: I am sorry, I had no idea Colby: I know, I’m not mad at you, I just hate him being here. Leaving me when I am so young and look at the person he is, who the fuck goes around fucking people and trying to give them aids! He is just a piece of shit and for some reason I felt obligated to let him stay here. Colby: just stay away from him, please. I don’t even talk to him, he stays in his room, I stay in my room. He is disgusting to me. The parole officer told me that when they arrested him, he was about 120 lbs., just eaten up with diseases and track marks from shooting up drugs, sharing needles with people and then banging dudes from money and drugs and just giving random guys aids! He has 1 more year here and then he is gone, and I hope to never see him again. Colby: please just stay away from him, I don’t trust him. I don’t know what he would do, but I just absolutely don’t trust him Me: don’t worry, I am with you, I will be where you are Colby: I know this is a lot to just take in, that’s why I hide it. I am ashamed Me: its ok, its ok Over the next couple of months, things were great, I would stay with him every weekend and then go back to work during the week and we would talk most days and for hours at night, and life was really good, I was really happy. I hadn’t really come out to my family, friends, work or on social media, but in Dallas it was completely different. It was like I had two lives, a work life in Austin and a social life in Dallas. On our 6 month anniversary of dating, I took Friday off and showed up on Thursday night and took him out to dinner at a nice restaurant and had a few drinks and we went back to his place and while we were having sex he stopped and told me that he loved me, I told him that I loved him too and it was great, it felt great. I don’t know how else to describe it, I was happy and was in love. The next morning, I woke up and he was gone to work, so I got up and was going to go into the kitchen to grab something to drink and remembering last time, I reached down to grab my pants to put them on, but when I grabbed them, I suddenly stopped and paused for a second and then set the pants back down. I opened the bedroom door and walked to the kitchen to get something to drink, I kept an eye on his door, but it was closed. I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice and took out the carton and then I heard a noise behind me. I stood there froze with the orange juice in my hand with my back to the door. My heart was pounding out of my chest, fear, excitement, im not sure which was the most prominent feeling. Then I heard a deep scratchy voice directly behind me: Him: I knew you would come out here this morning Me: unable to speak a word He takes a step closer; I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. I feel like my heart is going to rip out of my chest. Then I feel his cock press against my bare ass cheeks, and I tense up stepping away and almost instantly I feel his firm hand grab my hip and pull me into him, feeling his cock pressed up against me, I’m getting hard now, and I can’t control it Him: what are you so nervous about? I stay there, I don’t try to get away, I just freeze feeling his cock Him: I knew you fucking wanted it Me: Completely speechless, just trying to breath Him: Nobody will be home for hours, bring me that orange juice And he walks away. After about 10 seconds, I slowly turn around to see him completely naked walking into his bedroom. He leaves the door open and turns facing me and sits down on the bed with his legs spread wide open and his cock hanging there. He grabs his cock in his hands and starts slowly jerking it looking directly at me.

This is not my story, but it’s my favourite chems story so I thought I’d paste it here. From the stories section on nastykinkpigs... My life changed 6 years ago, when I was in a bathhouse in FTL. I was high, been smoking and bumping T for a few hours when I decided to get online in my room. I came across a profile on for this Thug looking Black man not far from where I was located. I told him that I was at the bath and I was hungry for some Black meat. We chatted for a few and he just asked me if I was partying. I admitted that I was and I couldn’t get enough cock. He told me that he would be to the bath in 1 hour, and wanted to know what room I was in. I told him and he told me to continue to smoke and fill my ass up. The next hour came and went and I just thought he was playing and then suddenly he was knocking on my door. Well he was thugged out, wife beater, chains and cap on. He came in and told me that he liked his bitches really high and I needed to smoke up. I continued to hit the pipe as he undressed. I was freaked when he pulled his jeans off to reveal the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It was at least 11 and so fat I couldn’t get my hand to close at the base. The balls were low hangers and as big as golf balls. He had 3 inches of fore skin hanging off the end, just to make the scene perfect. He was perfect, bearded, tatted and he was Jamaican. Well he put me on my knees and told me to start sucking. I couldn’t get enough of that meat in me. I’m a good cocksucker, and was eager to show him my skills. I took as much as I could and he fucked my face, calling me a dick sucking bitch and kept telling me he was going to turn me into a bitch, with a big fucked out pussy. I was so hungry for him, he was laughing at me. After a few minutes he told me to get up, we were going to Miami to a bookstore he liked, that he would drive and I could play with his dick. I jumped up and got dressed and we checked out and headed to Miami. The bookstore was on Old Dixie Highway in a ghetto part of town that I’d never been to. When we parked he told me, he was going to take care of my pussy. If I wanted his cock I had to do everything he told me, if I didn’t he’d leave me here and never have anything to do with me again. I was so hungry for his cock that I said I’d do anything. He told me to give him 20 dollars and bring my poppers and T and leave my wallet in the car. When we got inside, there was a thug guy that he knew working the booth which was behind glass. He paid the 20 and we went in. It was obvious that he came here often. When we were buzzed into the back it was totally dark at first but he led me along a wall and as my eyes adjusted I could see that there were doors on both sides of the hall and it was the nastiest bookstore I’d ever been in. We went to the last door and he opened it up told me to go inside. We both went in and he told me to undress. I quickly took my jeans and shirt off, leaving my boots on, he then took my clothes from me and told me to stay in the room, he’d be back in a few minutes, but he left me with the poppers and took the meth. I thought for sure that he was going to ditch me in there, but I was high and hungry and wanted more of that cock. When he left I sat naked on a small stool watching the monitor with the thug on white porn playing, I was again playing with myself and fingering my hole that was oozing cum from the bath. It was only a few minutes when he returned without my clothes. He told me that the guy at the booth was a friend and he had all my stuff behind the counter, and that it was all safe. Then he pulled an orange-capped syringe out of his shirt pocket and told me that he was going to slam me, if I was going to get any of his dick. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted the cock, but I’d never slammed and I was afraid. The meth in me took over and I told him ok, but I was afraid because I’d never done it. He told me that I’d love it as much as Black cock and I was going to become a pro at taking both tonight. So I stood up and he told me to put my arm on the ledge in the booth near the monitor, so he could see with the light. He then popped the orange cap off and stuck the needle in my vein. I watched scared as shit, but excited at the same time. He pulled back and you could see my blood fill the point, then he pushed it in steady but fast. The next thing I knew I was breathing hard and fast, hot all over starting at my feet and then a huge cough, and my eyes started to blur. I was fucking scared, but fuck it felt good. Instantly I wanted everything in me and he pushed open the door to the booth. There were 3 Black guys outside waiting, I know that they knew what I had done and it turned me on. My thug told me to take care of that meat, that I was a bitch and he wanted me to serve everyone in the bookstore tonight. I was on my knees at the end of the hall with the door open in the dark surrounded by big Black cock. I started to suck and it wasn’t long until I was stood up and bent forward and the first Black cock entered my hole. The three of them fucked me and dumped loads in me while my Jamaican Thug watched. When the last pumped me full I was told to follow. I walked behind my Thug naked with only my boots, fucked up. We slowly walked thru the bookstore. There was a room with a few old torn up couches and chairs in it and a big monitor playing more thug on white porn. My eyes adjusted and the room had a few black men in it with their pants open stroking big Black cocks. I was told to bend over the back of one of the couches and show my pussy off. I then heard my Thug say this is my bitch, and I’m training his pussy tonight, he a fucking meth whore and needs to be fucked full. It wasn’t but a second and I felt the head of another Black cock as it slid into my stretched pussy. The fucking continued for awhile, as I was filled with cum. I was then led down another hall to a dark room at the end of the hall. I felt around and it was so dark I couldn’t see, but I knew there were a few men in the room. We went into a corner where there were more walls and I saw a lighter, where some one was smoking a pipe. I was told to get on my knees and I heard my Thug talking to the guy smoking the pipe, and then it was put in front of me. He told me I was gonna hit it, it was crack and to inhale slowly but keep drawing, he was gonna light it. I put my lips on it and started smoking. It was another first for me, but I loved it. I was a crack smoking meth whore now, serving my Thugs. I was next presented with a fat black cock. I sucked and serviced that meat until he blew a huge load of jizz down my throat. It was only a second and I had more cock. I was later stood up and fucked from both ends, swallowing and getting my pussy filled. I knew I would do anything he wanted at this point. I was now desperate to be a Black mans bitch. In a few minutes we were back in a booth where I was told to wait it was time for my pussy juice again. In minutes my Black Thug Daddy was back. I stood up waiting for him to pump me full of the meth again. The cough wasn’t as intense this time and in seconds I was grabbing my pussy and begging for more cock. My Thug told me he would only feed me after Id had cock all night taking care of all the Brothers in the bookstore. I went back to work. I was now bold, walking up and down the halls, going in every booth I was told to. I was officially a bitch. That continued until late the next day, one black cock after another. Then My Thug Wayne was ready to feed my hungry pussy. Wayne took me to a booth and told me to face the monitor, he slid his big monster cock in me and I was a sloppy mess, with cum running down my legs and all over my face. He fucked me loud and hard, calling me a bitch and telling me that I belonged to all Black men now. I know it was so everyone could hear. After he pumped his load in me he told me to wait, he was going to get my clothes. When he returned we went to my house to clean up and rest. Wayne told me he wanted me to slam, from now on, he would help me to learn and I was to continue to go to the bookstore. That he would meet me there when he could but the guys there would take care of me. I was to smoke crack when I could because it was good for my pussy. I promised that I would, and so it began… It was only two days and I was back at Prime Time getting the deluxe treatment. To be continued…

At this point, he has given even more reason to question his mental stability than Biden ever did. At least Biden was in touch with reality enough to know that his debate showing was lousy. Trump at first deluded himself by declaring victory in the debate. As every news outlet, partisan a d non partisan reported, and as 67 million viewers witnessed, Harris spanked his fat ass brutally. Now, he's whining like a little bitch about how the debate was rigged, how Harris had all the questions prior to the debate and that she was being fed answers via her earring. He simply cannot accept the fact that he was handed his ass on a paper plate by a black woman. She cheated. No. Donald. She prepared. (Not to mention the fact that she is smarter and more educated and eloquent. And to top it off, you have given her so much ammunition.) And now your camp is saying on Fox "News" that her campaign's rhetoric is responsible for an assassination on your life. This is the man who put AI generated pictures of our vice-president covered in excrement on his cult website, who threatened WWIII if he loses, whose insistence on and repetition of a debunked and preposterous story has led to threats against the Haitian population in Ohio. These are the sad sorry desperate kicks of a drowning man. I would say that he has brass balls, but Harris cut them off.

Oh, my... Truly too twisted for Technicolor!

Not to mention that his mind got that ponderous tome wrong and he recalls, to this day, that it was "Dick in Jane."

That part may be true ..... After all, it's been decades since he was forced to read the "Dick and Jane" series in 1st grade.

And the answer is ..... In an interview with CNN (I think?) the potential Veep said (twice) that he'll make up stories if he thinks it will advance whatever point he's trying to make. Atta boy, Vance .... demean an entire population of some unfortunate country with outrageous made-up stories, and by extension, demean/dehumanize an entire race of human beings. Given that O.J. is pushing 80 really hard, fat as a cow, thinks riding around a golf course in a cart with heavy-duty suspension, and exercising nothing but his hatreds, insecurities, yeah - we want that clown Vance as our "heartbeat-away" guy.

I was also at biohazard, I was in rubber and a thong in the sling and in the hallway begging for poz loads. I am neg (probably not now) and the amount of poz verbal was pretty good. Different guys were telling me how my pussy was now knocked up, and it was very sleazy 😈😈😈

Absolutely the same as me. Feels like I'm being dominated and unable to escape, also there's more skin to skin contact like that.

defo..... that's exactly how I love it. Talking about toxic loads while fucking, and promising my bottom that he'll get a new, fresh poz load. that turns me on.... 🤪☣️

I had a guy in Locktober I met on Twitter last year who was local. He made it 17 days through the schedule I created. It's possible (lol) I was overly aggressive with the day-to-day Locktober activities required, but I was impressed he made it that far. I've never done it but am open to the experience.

You won't regret it! That bottom will be putty in your hands by the end of the first week.

Had to head out to the office to pick up a new lap top. Got a message on one of the apps that there was a guy near by looking to breed me. Told me to meet him in the kohls fitting room. I went in and bent over, he came in shortly after slipped in, left a HUGE dripping load. He thanked me and left. I snapped a picture and headed out 🙂 Kind of wondered what he looked like, didn't have sneakers on, i assumed he might have been a little older (my fave). Dripped out the drive to the office and while i walked around the office mmmm WOOF

So, last night in Berlin. After I was back from the Tiergarten, the Scottish guy I met in Austria and lives in Berlin texted me. We agreed that it would be absurd not to meet again if we accidentally met in the middle of nowhere. He came to the hotel and we spent together really sweet hours. Lots of kissing and hugging and chatting. But one point the tension became so intense that we fucked a huge. I was fucked by 50-100 guys in the last 5 days but he is special. Not only because he has a thick potent cock but because his technique and not lastly his huge amount of load he deposited in me (this time third time). When he needed to leave, we went together to the Nollendorfer Platz. Unfortunately he headed to the U-bahn to home, I went to Bull, because meanwhile @NordicBtmand I agreed to meet there. He came from Scheune, full of cum. I could feel its intense smell when I ate out of his hole. We started to fuck in the back room of Bull. Soon we had been getting a small audience. One of them accepted my invitation and shoved his dick in me, making a nice fuck train in the middle of the room. It was amazing to see Mr. NBtm received one loads after the other when I actually was free. Every time I caught this moment I shoved my dick in his freshly filled hole. I also took one cock after the other but somehow only one bred me. During this session I met a guy with huge cock but he said he was not ready to accomplish what he read on my tanktop. Namely I wore my favourite bottom slut tanktop with the text “come in me bro”. Later I met him again and he stated that he was ready to do that. And he did. Not only fucked and bred me but he literally destroyed my hole. It was an intense and long fuck, also in the middle of the back room. And we also had an audience because I couldn’t stand to moan loudly and yelling encouragement to breed me. We took a break and then recognised with Mr. NBtm that the ratio of bottoms and tops became totally awful for us (my bottom mood). However, after this last fuck I really didn’t mind. I could sleep only 4 hours because I had an online meeting. I hardly could concentrate because I was horny af. (If I would live in Berlin probably I would die in exhaustion 😂😂😂) I had to check out at 12 pm but had long hours to depart from the city to the airport. I had no doubts. I should do what I did last time in Berlin in the same situation. Go to Bull. It was quite empty, but around noon on Monday 10-15 men is not bad. In the backroom only two guys were, on in the sling and a smooth on the bench. His cock was out, he slightly stroked it. I bent over to suck him. It was soft and not too big. But until a short time. Then it became hard and pretty big. I gave him a nice blowjob hoping more. Fuck yes he stood up and facefucked me for a while, when he stopped and pulled me to the very back of the room. Then he pushed me down and shoved his dick inside. He fucked meg quit long changing the slow and rough styles. Finally he stayed fast and hard and moaning loudly unloaded his huge loads. I could feel a couple of drops leaking and running down. I went a couple of rounds when I started to talk with a big older guy, who joined during our fuck session and followed it. He said he was sorry for being bottom. I said that’s okay since I was versatile. He was very glad and gave me a nice blowjob. Then he said he supposed I didn’t want to fuck him. Sure I want, replied and do my best. I couldn’t come, because he needed a break. Next round, in the middle two guys were sitting. A worker and a military guy. The last one has a huge cock. I started to suck him and the worker too. I hoped at least one of them would fuck me but they were sucking guys. After a short rest, I asked the guy I fucked about the time. Still 30 minutes remained. After chatting a bit with him, I went back. Three guys were sitting on the bench. I stepped to the one in the middle. Big cock with a PA. Rejection. Check his mate, soft cock, and rejection. The third one let me suck. It was a bit vanilla for me, so I took his hand on my neck. He got the sign and started to fuck my mouth and throat. I made clear that I wanted more. He also understood it, stood up, went behind me and pushed down. He stated to fuck quite intense but once his hand slipped to my neck. I pushed it forward to sign him to grab it. That was the clear sign that he was fucking a sub. (Footnote: I’m happy and proud of my flexibility: I’m not only versatile but total switch too.) I wore a metal chain with a padlock. I pushed his hand to it. He grabbed it while he was fucking and make a pressure on my throat to reduce the oxygen I could have. He became even more aggressive , spanking me, slapping my face. Once just grabbed my hips, I pushed his hand up to my nipples. He tortured them. He was really rough until he came in me. After he deposited his load in me, I felt I had to check the time. I had to leave because of my flight. I was at the hotel entrance when I got a message from the flight company that my flight delayed by 90 minutes. I texted Mr. NBtm and he invited me to the coffee house where he stayed. I joined him for a cake and apple juice. I only half an hour remained. Not too much. He offered to check Jaxx, the porn cinema in 1 minutes from the coffee house. Entered there. It was almost empty. We went along the labyrinth and almost at the end of it we heard familiar sounds (two bodies clashing in each other). The cubicle was small to join but it strengthened our horniness. We were in the corridor and started kissing and Mr. NBtm was on his knees soon. He sucked me and then I decided to fuck him. He bent over and I did my best. The bottom left, the top come but only was standing. Another top appeared. He looked at us I nodded him and he came closer. He had a really thick dick. I made him clear that I was not only top. He stepped behind me and started to fuck. It seems that this fuck train with Mr. NBtm became our tradition. LoL After a while we continued just of two of us (it was a bit more comfortable). I nodded to the other top to replace me in Mr. NBtm‘s hole. He asked condom. What the fuck??? I fucked during 5 days at least with a hundred men but until now none of them asked for a condom. Mr. NBtm rejected him with the greatest self-evidentially. Okay doesn’t matter (for me LoL). The guy continued to fuck me with his huge dick until he became more fast and loud and added his load to the previous two. He didn’t wait for long, started his top role again, but this time in my fellow pig’s hole. Watching him being ducked turned me so on, I started to beat my dick, with which I was getting closer and closer. I nodded to the top who gave me the place and I gave my farewell load to my friend. With this my Folsom Europe Berlin story ended here but Mr. NBtm stayed. Now the boring times are coming in Budapest. Probably I need a break for a STI treatment. 😈😂Because I’m sure I am going home with some travel gift (unfortunately not with that I could join the ☣️brotherhood). But six weeks after I travel to Maspalomas the pig paradise. I will stay for two weeks. Hopefully my hole will be visible destroyed. And maybe we can meet @PollaDeMiel and we can have stories to share here including to loose my ff bottom virginity.

"Donald Trump insisting that he has no connection to Project 2025 sounds like your angry old uncle showing up hungry for Thanksgiving dinner while proclaiming that he has nothing to do with the family as he prepares to eat. Sure, he probably didn't lift a finger to help prepare the meal. That doesn't mean Trump won't pile his plate high with it if he wins a second term as president in November. Trump has a strong motivation to put as much distance as he can between his campaign and the controversy swirling around Project 2025, a 922-page government policy wish list from the hard-right Heritage Foundation. A new poll shows swing voters seriously dislike the plan. And they don't believe Trump when he claims "I have nothing to do" with it. Trump repeated that claim during Tuesday's debate after Vice President Kamala Harris went on the attack, calling Project 2025 "a detailed and dangerous plan" that Trump "intends on implementing if he were elected again." Trump tried to cast Project 2025 as full of "some ideas, I guess, some good, some bad," while also claiming "I haven't read it. I don't want to read it." That part rang true. Does anyone believe Trump would read 922 pages of policy? He'd use it, sure. But read it? No chance." [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-claims-nothing-project-2025-080237915.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&segment_id=DY_VTO&ncid=crm_19908-1202929-20240916-0&bt_user_id=rBJM3ZURyQwvApYd%2FmpqIi7K56W3Q7Mjpn2I9aJGGuPVP4s%2FH7rVKsUyGY3dFVG4&bt_ts=1726489442418

Transcending politics is great on the maybe two remaining issues with common ground. One party though is now pro-starvation, pro-children losing limbs in dangerous work environments, pro-mercury, pro-killing disabled people, anti-birth control, pro-forced birth, which includes being pro-maternal mortality and pro-infant mortality, pro-forced adherence to extremely conservative Biblical readings on everyone regardless of their religion, pro-senior poverty and misery. How do you transcend that? “Well , maybe if you only starve most of the children?” “Well, maybe if you’re only killing the obvious gays.” The Republican plan is to make pornography illegal (and this site). Then to categorize being identifiable as gay or trans as public pornography, like Russia’s anti-gay “propaganda” laws. The Republicans started cozying up to Putin over how he mistreats gay people before trump (low-t trump) came on the stage. For decades the Democrats faithfully reached to the center, so the Republicans moved the center further right. But, yeah. You’re the intelligent, principled one here. You’re like my idiot brother who proclaims how smart and educated on issues because he does his own rEsEaRcH, and he’s come to the obviously smart conclusions that Republicans are better for unions. Despite talking to my anti-union aunt and cousin who vote Republican because they’re anti-union. It would just be harmless entertainment if it weren’t for the misery and death conservative policies always lead to.

One of the hottest moments was getting bred in the dark room at a cumunion and the dude telling me he was giving me a toxic load..........i got five dicks in me immediately afterward.

At home I'd briefed Billy on what was going to happen and he waited in the play room quietly as soon as we heard Mr Sparks car bill in the driveway. I greated him with enthusiasm and sat him down in front of the TV... "wanna beer mate" I asked and headed to the kitchen not really letting him reply. Once there I opened two beers and added a little something to his... Heading back with the beers and some chips to keep up the illusion. I handed him his beer and took a swig of mine as I flicked on the sports channel. We made small talk for only a short while before Mr Sparks began to complain of feeling woozy, I suggested he lay down, to which he accepted, and very quickly fell asleep. Testing how deep it was by calling his name, then spanking his face and finally by slapping his ass rather hard, I knew he was out for the count, and got busy pulling off all his clothes. Once naked I took him to the bathroom where I propped him up and douche his hole out as best I could, gave him a decent whores bath, then put him over my shoulder to take him to the play room. Billy had his hood on as instructed and watched as I lay this asshole in my sling, binding him so he could not move and adjusting the height so he was ready. I then put on my mask, and got down between his legs, took a nice big crystal of tina and pushed it roughly in his hole. The mixture of the drug and the burning finally made him stir a little, but I wanted him fully awake, so I added a tight band to his right arm, exposed a vein and gave this good Christian man his first blast... More than I'd give a normal beginner, I wanted him awake and fucked up. While he came to life, coughing and incoherent, Billy and I stood out of his view, taking a puff on the pipe. The gym teacher started to yell for help once he realised his predicament and as I blew out some clouds in his face I let him know the room was sound proof. "and the only way you're getting out of here in one peice is if you do exactly what I say." "I hear you like getting young Gay boys beat up for being faggots and think they deserve it" I accused and he started to deny, then got beligerant saying fuck yes he did. "well only closet cases get this nasty, so fucker I'm gonna turn you into a faggot" As his eyes started to widen, beginning to realise what was happening, I stuck a device in his mouth that forced it open and covered his teeth, I cranked it so his mouth was opened just wider than was comfortable and so he couldnt form words any more. I then strapped my new faggots head back to an extension id added to the sling forcing his open mouth and throat to be right where I wanted it. "I saw you checking out my cock earlier... So now you're gonna get it, I'm gonna fuck your throat and your ass and you're going to beg me for it, faggot". Before he could answer I shoved my cock into his mouth and roughly down his throat. This bitch didn't deserve any kindness, I was gonna make him into the whore he secretly is and relished as he gagged on my big fat shaft. As I pulled out I was glad to see all that spit and a little puke. And I slapped his face. "You loved it didn't you? " He responded negatively so I took my riding crop and slapped his balls. As the pain subsided, I asked again, and he tried again to say no. I again slapped his balls with the crop and growled "tell me you love it or you'll lose those balls tonight faggot" He started to openly cry, but this time when I asked he finally broke and said he liked it. At this point I had Billy come over with the camera and begin filming as I fucked his throat again. This time more roughly and deeply, until as I pulled out he again puked a little and when I asked if he loved it he automatically answered yes emphatically. After signalling Billy to stop the camera, I started to tell them both more. "you see son, now we have video of your faggot gym teacher saying he loves what is happening... Something we can publish online if he ever causes any trouble for us in the future. But that's just the beginning. He is eventually going to thank me for what happens tonight... You'll see. " I then came close to my new faggots face, cleared his eyes and made him look at my poz tattoo..." Tonight you'll take my poz load too faggot... And love it, beg for it, and want more". He was now sobbing, but as I played with his nipples a little, I couldn't help but notice his cock twitching and growing. "you see son, his cock gives away his true faggot nature. He's always secretly wanted this". I then took myself down between his legs knelt down and started to eat his ass. The suddenly pleasure made my new faggot moan, then cry with disgust at it, whilst his cock continued to grow. "royal fucking faggot" I said as I stood up between his legs. "get the lube and lube up daddies fat cock son" I ordered and Billy quickly obeyed. Roughly taking the faggots nipples and twisting them I then told him "I'm about to fuck you, pop your cherry and breed you with my poz seed faggot, and you're going to beg me to do it right now" Billy took the Queue and readied the camera as I used pain and threats and more shards of Tina in his ass to break down the faggots defenses, until finally he was ready. I removed his mouth stretcher repositioned myself and Billy began to film. First showing my big throbbing raw cock near his hole before panning up his body and showing his face as I asked one more time... "do you want me to fuck you with no condom, take your virginity and flood you with my poz seed faggot?" "yes please sir, thank you sir" he answered right into the camera, and Billy filmed his face as I roughly forced my cock into his hole. I had no interest in giving him pleasure, just taking my own, and he screamed as I kept pushing until I was finally balls deep. The fuck didn't take very long, the situation had me so turned on that only 10 or so hard thrusts and I was soon shooting balls deep in the new faggot, watching his own cock now rock hard and drooling. I then stayed in him while Billy watched me jerk him off and make him blow the biggest load of his life, ultimate proof that he loved my daddy poz cock in him. We left him there in the sling and went to clean up, then bed where we made love twice more that night. And as I flooded billy's hot ass for the second time I whispered in his ear... Next we're going to break your father son. In the early hours of the morning I went to the play room and released our new faggot, reminding him of the footage we had of him and getting him cleaned up and dressed. He humbly thanked me for what I'd done... I'm not sure if it was to get out of there, or genuine, but I didn't care. I then put him in the hands of an "uber driver who will take you home" only to discover My sketchy friend took his fresh meat out to his car, gave him some water laced with more fun stuff and took the faggot to his place for more use. By the time he returned to work he'd be a confirmed cum slut and would chase it for the rest of his life.

Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Julian) We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight. Julian looked at me with worried eyes. “Don’t worry” I told him. “As soon as the words spread, that a lot lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won’t get off the dirty stained mattress anymore. Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes.” I parked and we got off my car. Julian was told to open the trunk to retrieve his bags, since this was his new home. Before we went up to the latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink. “Pull your jeans off” I ordered. “My… what? Why?” Julian sounded terrified. “Just pull it off” I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife appeared in my hand. Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Slowly he opened his belt. I ripped it off his pants, which made the boy yelp. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he handed me the pair. I inspected the backside of his jeans. I opened them up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the hole bigger The guy couldn’t believe it. “You need your jeans be ready for your new job. This is sort of a business clothing now. This way you don’t even have to open your pants to let your costumers into your body. Smart – eh?” I looked at Julian as if I tried to get his approval. He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed jeans. I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found pretty fast. The guy didn’t have much valuable stuff, but I completed my mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed. “Of course you got to take off your underpants. NOW!” I yelled at him. Julian shivered as he took his underpants off. He stood there now with only his socks on and his shirt. “It wouldn’t make any sense if we do this stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric. You won’t need the underpants anymore. Not at this place” I decided and then I started to shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his bags. While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened… his mobile phone, which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and dropped to the ground. Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my direction. ‘Clumsy’ as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow it smashed to the ground. You could hear the glass shatter. And if this was not enough, I ‘accidently’ stepped right on to the mobile phone, which destroyed it completely. Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk. It was totally ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just happened. “It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway” I accused Julian. “What…. what do I do now?” Julian looked totally devastated. “I tell you what…. I got an old mobile phone at home. I will pick it up and return that to you tomorrow evening. Then we can switch the cards and you can tell me about your first day… what do you say?” I asked him. Julian sobbed. “You promise to give me your old mobile?” he asked me. “Of course I do” I lied. “Why don’t you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don’t need no more. Julian came to my side like a puppet. He cried silently while touching my bulge and squeezing it softly. It was a cute sight. The eighteen year old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his stuff. After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me to his new working place. We walked towards the hut, which was next to the latrine. There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian’s new home and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and entered the shed. The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place. I closed the door silently behind us. Julian looked stunned. The mattress was stained all over. There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean. Lots of used rubbers were laying around. “This lacks your personal flair of course….” I told him. I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and ‘fresh’ air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of the door hinges instantly. “That’s much better – now your Johns won’t have the feeling to disturb you. They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no matter what. This is the only way to keep your customers – believe me!” I explained all to Julian. Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the room and picked up some condoms. He looked disgusted. “Look at it, as your business port folio. With all these condoms around it looks like this is a busy place. Guys will think you are the best whore in the world, because of the massive usage of your body.” I thought loudly. “Why don’t you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and get the right feeling?” I pushed Julian almost down. He looked concerned but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used condoms scattered around. “Spread your legs like a good whore” I ordered him. He looked so hot. He supported his upper body with his elbows, while being on his backside, spreading his legs. He had this lost and scared look in his eyes. You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch. “Remember this pose bitch…. always try to welcome your Johns this way. Keep those legs spread. And if someone enters the door to check the merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your body. “Now turn around and lay on your belly. Yeah…. nice….. try again to spread the legs a little bit…. I can see your ass cheeks…. you are such a hot cunt…..” I felt my cock getting hard again. I opened my jeans again. I couldn’t wait to act as a John, like we had planned before. I needed to fuck him now. He felt the movement on the mattress and sighed anxiously. We had no lube, but hey…. most of the John’s wouldn’t even care about. So I spit on my cock and started entering his tight rectum. I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke. His made fists and groaned loudly. I could see, he was in pain, but for me it was like heaven. I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian’s suffering down to my penis. I sped up. This was not a romantic fuck. I was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison. “Yeah whore, squeeze my dick. Massage me good with your cheap slut drain” I growled. I fucked Julian harder now. Placing my right arm around his neck in I started choking the lad. He had no chance escaping this headlock but he tried. He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met my motions. I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get charged up by me. Julian hit me with his arms against my arms. I loosened the headlock for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually heard it. “Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load. I want to charge you up with it you filthy cunt… tell me, tell me you want to get charged up….” I insisted. With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again those beautiful choking sounds. “Well….. do you want to get charged up whore?” I asked one last time. I could hear a rasping noise. “Yes…. ye…. cha’g’ me uuuup” he whispered. I couldn’t see it, but Julian’s face had turned blue already. His answer did it for me. I shot my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him. I power fucked him the at last like a rabbit. Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian with my full body weight. I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed the sounds he made. Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks. “You did a very good job cunt hole – you sucked my whole charged cum out of my balls and into you system. Well done” I praised him. Suddenly a stranger’s voice echoed through the small room “Nice show you two…. really nice…..” I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing at the hole, that once was a door. “If he would be my fuck toy, I would have fucked him also here, just to show him his place” he continued. “He is not my boy” I replied. “He is a fucking money taking whore” “A whore? How much?” he wanted to know. The guy was quite big and a little bit heavy, if you know what I mean. “It’s up to you. Next costumer is waiting, Bitch” I grinned. Julian was scared by trucker’s looks. He was fat and not so good looking. “I asked you something you stupid cunt. How MUCH for assfucking?” he repeated his question. I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene. “20 dollars with a condom. 25 dollars without a condom” Julian answered shyly. “You got any condoms here?” the trucker wanted to know. Julian shook his head in astonishment. Why should he have the condoms with him? “You can’t fool me Bitch. If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars. You got that” he sneered and started opening his jeans already without consent. He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor. Julian looked at me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said ‘alright’ to the guy. “Come here and suck me. Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you” the fat guy ordered. Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. He saw, the guy wore a ring. He was married….. I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited nearby. So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the grunting of his first John. “You are hurting me….” Julian whined. “Shut up whore and work for your money you fucking faggot” the John replied. There was a sound of a thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain. “Yeah….. whore….. ooooooh…. yeah….. milk my balls you dirty mattress…..” the John panted. Silence…… A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack. He simply nodded at me and went back to his vehicle. I entered Julian’s new love nest and saw he was a mess. His face was red, like he hadn’t had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes. He held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching on his back. “You did it. Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon. You see what you can make? 15 minutes and you made this bloke happy.” I encouraged Julian to continue. “I…. I….. I…. do…. don’t….. I” he stuttered. Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up. “Let’s go to the urinals and the stalls” I told him. We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from his new home. Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss. Somehow the urinals were blocked and the piss couldn’t sink into the urinal. Some of the piss had already spilled all over the floor. We stood right in between this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets. They took a look at Julian’s torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving look. “Now look at this mess. This is fucking shit. Always the same shit. You can’t take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain’t a restaurant.” one of the guys complained. “Offer yourself as a urinal” I whispered at Julian and shoved him in between two urinals. He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces. He sunk down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would drink their piss. “Nah – but I would care to beat you up” one trucker answered and made a fist already. “I…. I….. I don….” Julian stammered. “I…. I…. I WHAT?” both sneered dangerously. “Sorry…. it is his first day on this job.” I interfered. “You could beat him up for 15 dollars. No face punching, no broken bones – Rest is up to you” “Are you serious?” the one guy couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. “You hold him up first Miguel” one said to the other. I surveyed the scene. Julian was raised up and held in a neckholder. He had a frightened look in his eyes and said visibly ‘NOOOOO’ when the first thump hit him in the stomack. He wasn’t able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him grinned into Julian’s face while using him as a punching ball. He was boxing like a pro. Moving around and beating the kid up badly. He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls. I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery. A couple of minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each other. I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans. They had fun beating Julian up. “Puta….. hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?” Miguel asked me. “He plans to…. why?” I wanted to know. “We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet him probably.” he grinned evilly. “Well , then I suggest, you visit him around 3 am. There won’t be any traffic around here at all, and he will be sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress. There you can surprise him with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if you wake him up this way” I smirked. They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left. I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even greater pool of piss than before. The money was gone and he told me, that both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars included from his first anal job. “Man, shit happens. That was just bad luck. Come on, get up… let me help you” I lent him a helping hand. While I tried to get him back to the shed two new truckers approached us. “What happened” they asked concerned. “Nothing – he just had a job and got beaten up. He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around here” I answered. They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they looked at each other again. “Want to unload in a faggot again?” one asked the other guy. He looked at the young ho and nodded. Julian was not able to comprehend the talking. He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty mattress. “How much?” one guy asked me. I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment, so I replied 40 dollars for both. That was a bargain. They gave me the cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny eyes. When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in pain. The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink. I took the money and walked to my car slowly. I never returned to that lot again….

I have a top guy I've played with a few times thats really into fisting. He lives a few hours away but comes to my little town for work every few months. We both got off at 3pm and he hit me up. I cleaned out and went to his hotel. We put me on the bed and fucked me a little. Then started working my hole open he worked for a while on seeing how deep he could get and it was feeling so good I actually started stroking my cock a little. Then he made a fist and started pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. I told him I thought I might cum and he said tell him what to do. I said keep going and when I tell you yank your fist out. I hit the poppers a few times and then I felt it. I said now and he yanked out but then pushed back in. I came so hard I was shaking. He said it felt like a vise clamp on his wrist. Next time I told him I want to try it in chastity.

Part 1 Carson Bull woke up to his 4am alarm. As he began to move and shook the fog from his brain, he sat up and began his morning routine. It started by throwing on shorts and a tank top, and making the mile run to his gym. After 90 minutes, he would run back, meditate, shower, and begin his day. He was about to turn 55. He had spent his entire life working, never stopping. His success eventually paid off, last year he had “retired”. Now he spent his time pursuing passion projects and teaching chemistry at a local college, though he still had a research lab running at the big university he was granted a position at after selling two start ups to big pharma. As he got dressed for the day, Carson made note to see his barber at lunchtime. He was 55, and looked it. At 5’10, he was 200lbs of beef. No abs to be seen, but he usually put younger men to shame in the gym. He had started shaving his head when he turned 40, and let the beard grow in enough to attract younger guys, but short enough to be taken seriously at conferences. It was also around the age of 40 he began accumulating tattoos. As a scientist, he was concerned with symmetry. Things in nature have a perfect symmetry, even if it seems unaligned. He made sure that for every piece he got on one side of his body, there was one that matched the size and general shape on the other. He even eventually had a small tattoo done at the base of his 8in dick, to make everything even as well. At 45 he began accumulating piercings. They were simple enough at first, but after his nipples were done, he went to his monthly group party downtown at the bath house, and saw a man with a Jacob’s ladder gaping some twink. So he began adding those. Six piercings later, he topped off his daddy dick with a PA. Over the years, he had gauged them up. Now, he considered himself in the prime of his life. He had reached his peak evolution. By 8am, he had reached the building that his research lab occupied. In his office he opened his email to what indicated a long day was a head. Of course, before the holiday weekend and indulging in projects outside of work. “For someone who is retired, I work a lot”, he remarked. “Good Morning, Dr. Bull”. He saw his grad student, Arthur, standing in the door way. “Good Morning Arthur, how’re you?”. Arthur proceeded to chat a little. Arthur was in his final year of his doctoral program. He had been instrumental in the research Carson had been focused on for the last five years. Carson had allowed him into the lab for his mind, but also because four years ago he found Arthur cruising the Fens, the local park where students went to hook up. He had decided not to indulge then, but knew Arthur had a place in his research. That time was quickly coming to an end, and little did Arthur know Carsons plans for him to help with his research even further.

1. I sat frozen staring at my phone as the pictures came in one after the other. I was in shock. When I’d seen the notification my boyfriend had texted me I never in a million years would have said these would be the photos he’d sent. I looked at the first image again incredulously. My cute usually innocent seeming boyfriend was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, a huge grin on his face and a massive cock resting on his chin, a string of spit connecting its tip to his lips. Then the message “I’m sorry to tell you like this babe, but Sir said it was the only way,” came through. I blinked at the message unseeingly. Sir? Who the hell was that? What the hell was he doing sucking someone else’s cock? We didn’t have an open relationship. “Sir said that if I didn’t show you what a slut for his cock I am that he wouldn’t breed me.” What on earth was he talking about? Breed him? We only fucked with condoms and now some man was going to breed him. Then the first video came. It was shot from in front of my boyfriend’s face. He was laying on his chest, his face turned up into the camera, his eyes locked on the lens. Behind him a big hulking man, his face out of frame, lined up his raw cock with my boyfriend’s upturned ass. I couldn’t see it sink into his hole but I could tell what was happening by the look of pleasure on my boyfriend’s face. A smile broke across his face, his eyes closed for a moment, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking thick Sir. That feels so good! Please breed me Sir!” “That’s right boy, my big raw cock feels better than you boyfriends little wrapped dick doesn’t it,” asked the furry monster forcing his dick into my boyfriend’s hole. “Yes Sir! Yours is so much better.” The video ended. A few moments later another text came through. “I’m sorry babe. I know this must hurt, but I need it. I need Sir’s cock and this was the only way he would breed me.” I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my phone in my hand. Then after a long moment, I watched the video again…and again… and again. Around the fourth time through I noticed my cock was hard and wet spot was starting to form in my shorts. I was turned on by the idea of my boyfriend getting bred raw. But more than that I was turned on seeing the big hairy beast of a man pumping behind him and hearing his rough voice. I’d always considered myself more of a top but seeing the look of bliss that overtook my boyfriend’s face and the man slid inside him I found myself wondering what it would be like to take him myself. I watched the man’s wide shoulder settle into place as he pushed his cock inside my boyfriend, his hairy pecs rise and fall with each thrust, his nipples pert and pink standing out from the dark hair swirling around them. After silence from my boyfriend for almost thirty minutes another video came in. The camera now held by the man my boyfriend was calling Sir, it showed my boyfriend on his back with his legs held apart, his cock soft but leaking precum onto his stomach and a wide fat throbbing raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. The man slammed into my boyfriend over and over making him moan and shriek. “Breed me Sir! Please! I need it! I need to feel you cum inside me again! Its all I can think about.” “Yeah, you liked it when I bred you and sent you back to your boyfriend all those times didn’t you? You liked making a cuck out of him didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir! It was so hot knowing your load was inside me and he had no idea!” “How do you feel now he knows, now that he’s seen was a horny cumdump you are?” “I feel so good! Now I can be your cumdump all the time!” “Good boy, look in the camera and tell your boyfriend what you are.” The camera panned up from my boyfriend’s hole to his face. He was sweaty and slack jawed, his eyes even seemed slightly out of focused. He was lost in a horny haze when he looked into the camera and said, “I’m Sir’s faggot cumdump. My hole belongs to him. I belong to him. I’m his boy. I need his loads.” “Good boy, now take your reward.” The camera moved quickly back down as the man let out a roar and his cock pulsed several times before he rammed fully inside my boyfriend’s hole. “Breed my cunt,” my boyfriend shouted. He’d never called his hole a cunt before, I was shocked and even more turned on. “This hole is mine now,” the man growled and the video ended. For a moment I just sat there, my underwear completely soaked through with precum. Then I noticed another text from my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry babe. I’m sorry that you’re finding out like this, but I had to. I’m sorry but it’s over. I’m Sir’s now.” I didn’t know how to respond. I just restarted the video and watched partly out of anger and shock, partly out of jealously that this man was breeding my boyfriend (well, I guess now ex-boyfriend), and partly out of jealously of how good it must feel to be fucked by that monster. After probably ten more minutes another text came. This time it was from a number I didn’t know. “He’s mine now faggot,” read the text, which was quickly followed by a picture of my now ex. He was standing completely naked with his hands behind his back. His head had been shaved down to a fine stubble, and around his neck hung a thick metal chain with a big silver lock resting on his chest. The shaved head was so shocking that I didn’t notice for a moment the black plastic cage that now trapped his cock. In ten minutes by ex had gone from a cute vanilla seeming college senior to a full on owned sub sex pig. It was hot!

I found that locking and denying myself was the turning point. The truth that my destiny was to be a faggot…my only focus, hunting and soliciting for cock, sucking anything with complete abandon and swallowing sperm as my essential diet. I asked for honest reviews and for referrals. I have not peaked yet but am cognizant that cumdumpAmsterdams experience could be a possibility. I can’t imagine the void and emptiness of the absence of my daily protocol…but will face it when and if it comes…right now I’m looking for numbers, consistency and fufilling goals…100 cocks a week, every week. Sperm is my addiction and I have an insatiable appetite..I can’t imagine that changing.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

I will start with maybe the highlight of the night. I was at the drinking bar having some water with my UK buddy and @bareback-flipflop. This talk beefy German guy with a horse thick cock feels up my hole from behind. Then we have a quick little show for the bar with a 3some where I am taking it from both ends, sloppy hole full of cum and it’s coating the dick of bareback-flip flop. Going through a few more combinations then Mr bbff came with a loud moan giving everyone a good show. Mr fat dick fucked me then for a bit but unfortunately didn’t cum. I started the night by checking if I would get lucky by chance before the party. I don’t like being much online during these events as it’s a lot of cumdump, needy bottoms, and Turns out I scored as a couple that just arrived wanted to hook up immediately. It also turned out that they had very big dicks and they were rough fuckers, so it was a challenge 😂😈 After they bred me they complemented me on not chickening out of the rough fuck. I met up with a buddy and then headed to Biohazard about 20 min after it opened. Once inside the fucking was immediate and I found a nice little booth where I had the first 5 fucks and a lucky 2 loads (which is amazing at the start since most guys wait to cum). At that point it was so crowded and at this point the main play area gets so hot that it’s impossible for me to enjoy it so I took a break had some nice chats with friends and then of course the horny fuck at the bar happened 😉 After that one it was a bit more play and chats in the common areas. Then I headed back to the main sex area about 2-3 hours into the party and had about 6-7 more fucks and 2 or 3 more loads, at that point it’s nearing the end so guys are cumming for sure ☣️💦 I took one hot verbal poz load and 2 more (one I think hard to tell) so was a great overall night with 7 loads, and also lots of time for mingling and chat.

“Hey guys, we can embargo Israel and stop giving them weapons, but it will mean US troop presence in the Middle East not seen since Reagan retreated.” That’s not a message that will go over well. But unless you want to replace “Palestinian genocide” with “Israeli genocide”, it’s what needs to happen.

Think of poppers like you would wine--just for sex pigs. Just as different types of wines (red, white, dry, sweet, etc.) appeal to different types of people, the same may be said for poppers. Pick a few brands an try them out and see how you like the high each one gives. I am a long time fan of Amsterdam and Rush, and have added the Dumb Bitch Juice from Twisted Beast to the list. While at CLAW this year I tried out Video Head Cleaner (black label) and LOVED it--I was fisted for 5 hours on it at a fisting party that night. Meanwhile, Double Scorpio does nothing at all for me. But, I have friends who love Double Scorpio. So....try everything and see what works for you. Just start out slow. Don't over inhale. Let your body get used to the high and ride those pleasure waves. Popperbating (long masturbation session while edging and huffing poppers) is a great way to do this. Don't use Viagra/Levitra/Cialis while using poppers--ever. And above all, do not use the ethyl chloride (Maximum Impact) type products, which are NOT nitrate based poppers and are actually deadly.

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

Mom died when I was little and I barely remember her. Just vague memories that come up when I smell a certain perfume they still sell at the higher end stores. Dad mourned for an appropriate time then used “widowed father for family values” sympathy vote to win his first election running for county commissioner. I still have nightmares about the first time I was trotted at barely seven years old out in front of all those cameras to stutter through the little speech Dad had made me say over and over saying “This is important kid. If you get it right I just may win!” putting all that pressure on my tiny little shoulders “Vote for my Daddy Billy so he can protect kids like me from the bad people who want to hurt us” still haunts my dreams to this day Dad always called me “Kid” or “Kiddo” because he hated the name my mom had given me which was Eliot (Everyone but dad calls me El) and hated the man she had named me for, her father, even more because he never approved of their marriage saying my dad was a huckster who would sell out his own mother which turned out to be a fair statement when Dad got his mother to sign a Power of Attorney when she was diagnosed with cancer and sold he house and all her possessions while she was in the hospital for treatments. He planned to hide the money and skip out on all the medical bills Then Grandma made a full recovery but somehow Dad got her declared incompetent though every doctor testified she had her full faculties and forced her into the cheapest nursing home he could find. Her revenge was living long enough to eat up every dime he had gotten from the sale. She died the day the last check cleared leaving eight cents in the account. I loved Grandma but she was a spiteful old lady. Who can blame her though? Till the very end ever time dad was in an election she would call the local newspaper and then give an interview saying “If you vote for my son you are a fool and you deserve what you get!” Like I said I loved Grandma. My Grandpa (mom’s dad) was great too! He had an awesome name and basically raised me because my father was to busy taking bribes and making backroom deals to take care of his son. The only time I saw him was when he wanted to trot me out for the cameras at election time and that stopped when at 14. He had me learn another speech but when he introduced me and I stood in front og the camera, on live television turned to him and said “Who are you Mr.? You kind of look like my father but I’m not sure since I never see him and I live with my Grandpa and Uncle John. From what they tell me he doesn't even help support me financially” Then I looked at the camera and said “So much for Family Values Huh?” Grandpa also pissed off my Dad by remembering to change his will when mom died leaving everything to me and hiring the best lawyer in the state when his health started to fail to make sure my Dad never got his hands on a dime of it, After Grandpa passed the lawyer and Uncle John looked after me “Uncle John” was not actually related to me, He was Grandpa’s stepson from his 2nd marriage his mom who I called Mary at her insistence passed a couple years before Grandpa. She was kind of stuck up but kind to me. Uncle John and I shared a secret. We were both gay. He was the first person I came out to when I was twelve and he was the most wonderful supportive uncle he could be, He didn’t tell me was gay till I was 16 saying he didn’t want to confuse me while my hormones were out of control, I had always loved and lusted after him so it was probably for the best. When I was young John was the most handsome man I had ever seen, he was Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio rolled into one with a little old school Tom Selleck thrown into the mix for good measure. He always wore the coolest clothes and seeing him in his bathing suit awakened my first truly sexual fantasies but I will fight anyone who suggests he was anything other than a 100% proper adult when it came to me. Much to my frustration. By the time I was almost 18 things had started to change, He was still handsome but he was thinner and seemed to be sick more often. It was 1995 and the AIDS epidemic was raging. They even had a man com to my high school right as I was about to graduate to talk to us about the importance of safe sex and not sharing needles (I didn’t get that 2nd part at the time). My Dad had been against it I recall. I was on the student council so I met him personally. Just before he shook my had a little beeper went off in his pocket and he took out a prescription bottle with the name “Retrovir” (better known as AZT I learned later. Popped a pill and stepped to a nearby water fountain to help it go down, as he returned to me I noticed a janitor rushing to spray the water fountain with something that smelled like bleach and wipe it down with gloved hands. “Hey, my uncle John takes those vitamins!” I said He tried to hide it but the look of surprised sympathy gave it all away and I knew. Uncle John had HIV. When I asked him why he had not told me he said he didn’t want to worry me and he was almost done. He wanted to get me to 18 when my inheritance would kick in and then he could go The party my Dad belonged to, The R Party, maintained that people with HIV were all perverted degenerates who were being punished by God. Even the little kids with blood disorders and caught it deserved it somehow according to them. A plan started to form in my mind. One every bit as evil as anything my money grubbing Dad could come up with. Over the next weeks the parts came together more and more. I talked to my friend Diana who was the prettiest lesbian you ever met and we started being seen together I took her and her “best friend” Vicky to the prom and we spread rumors about a drunken 3some in a hotel room afterwards. I was going to be quite well off when I turned 18 and the plan was to be seen together for a couple months more then a quick trip to Las Vegas and we would be married. Vicky would move in as her “personal assistant” and I would live with Uncle John (He was unaware of that part of the plan for now) it would be the perfect cover for all of us. That lawyer Grandpa had Diana sign some papers when she turned 18 to protect my assets and she had no problem with that, Uncle John had been getting even thinner and he was more and more depressed. He told me many of his friends had died and the ones who had managed to stay HIV negative stayed away from him. He was lonely and had no release other than his hand. “I used to be the hottest Top Man in the city. I would fuck three and four pretty boys a night but I think it was the one time I shot up that got me" We were sitting by the pool and the bulge in his swimsuit looked even bigger against his thin frame as he talked about his glory days Finally the big day arrived and 10 minutes after midnight on my 18th birthday I pushed John’s door open, He had his eyes closed and didn’t hear me. He was in bed stroking his huge cock, 9 ½ inches I would later measure, and moaning “El oh my beautiful El I want to be in you so badly, to make you mine. Oh I love you my El, you are so beautiful” Maybe I should pause a moment to describe myself at 18, You have to realize that though my dad was a scumbag he was exceptionally good looking with classic Greek features a hairy chest and piercing green eyes. Pair that with my mothers deep auburn hair and full sensuous lips, a thick 10 inch cock I never did learn which side of the family gave me and my athletic state champion quarterback 6 foot 2 body and I java to admit I was a little more than handsome but back to our story I watched John for a couple minutes with his eyes closed stroking and moaning my name then I quietly knelt next to his bed bent over running my tongue around the head of his cock and then opened wide and took it in my mouth His eyes flew open “El! What the hell are you doing? That’s dangerous!” “We are going to things that are a lot more dangerous tonight John” I told him firmly “What are you talking about?” he asked covering himself with a pillow “You are going to become my life partner for as long as we have together and you are going to make love to me all night to consummate our union. After what I just heard I know you love and want me and I have loved you since I was about twelve” I said looking into his eyes He looked conflicted, struggling with himself so much he actually started shaking a little and finally looked at me with tears in his eyes “Yes I love you and I want you but dammit I will be lucky if I have six months left. I can’t do that to you! Besides you should have someone as young and as handsome as you are. Just look at me” And he threw the pillow aside His body was thin but not what you would call wasting quite yet. His tall frame equal in height to mine exaggerated the thinness. His now only slightly aroused cock lay across his balls and they definitely did not look thin in fact they seemed to pulse with a light all their own and make me want it in me even more “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and never more so than now. I love you and I want, no I NEED you inside of me” I said hotly “I can’t be inside of you, I don’t even have a condom!” he protested but he was weakening I could tell “All the better because I never want you to wear a condom or pull out when you fuck me” I said calmly He sighed “El I am one step away from full blown AIDS and love won’t protect you from it. I’m sorry but it's true” “I know what you have and I don’t want to be protected from it. I want you to infect me as a sign of our love and for another reason” and I explained my full plan to him He looked at me with awe and pride and an evil glint in his eyes “You are a diabolical, twisted, sick fuck and I love you for it” then he thought about it for a few minutes and finally said “Ok I’m in” “No you aren't but you will be soon” I joked "OK repeat after me" and I took his hand in mine “I pledge my life to you for as long as we share this earth together, I will be faithful to you in my heart though I am free to share my gift with others, Our enemies will fall before us and get what they so richly deserve, This I promise to my one true love” and John repeated each line starling into my eyes He pulled me to him his thin strong arms wrapping around my youthful body practically glowing with health and potential for a long life. I was sacrificing that to our love and his virus voluntarily and we kissed with an urgent passion as the the desire to breed took us both He rolled on top of me then rolled me onto my stomach and used his knees to push my legs apart. “You are MINR! This ass is MINE! Do what you want with your cock but for as long as we both live no one touches this ass but me! I love you too much to share this ass!” He groaned, his dripping toxic cock head rubbing up and down my crack seeking it’s new home, finding it and sinking in I bit my lip to keep from yelping as he roughly took my virginity, to caught up in passion and emotion to be gentle. Within a minute I felt his huge virus filled balls flop against mine as I ground ten rock hard inches into the sheets beneath me then he pulled out and slid back in and I moaned as this felt better than I ever imagined it could. John was a consummate top man. Years of experience pleasing bottoms came into play as he moved in and out of me plowing my virgin inner walls and getting them ready to be inseminated by his fertile virus, running his thin fingers over my well fleshed muscular body only of legal age for less than an hour and now to be offers up o our lust and his disease His thrust became frenzied and his cock battered my insides as my balls tightened and finally we found that release together me soaking his sheets and he firing wads if cum and HIV into me and sealing my fate We lay together my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair “Now you are marked as mine forever, Even when I pass part of me will live on in you” “I’m the luckiest man in the world” I replied We made love twice more that night and he lasted longer each time. I think if we timed it he was in me about 3 hours that night. That was a record we broke many times. The very next afternoon John got a call from his Doctor about a clinical trial for a new class of HIV treatment drugs. John agreed to participate and had one of the best results in the study. Over the next couple years with healthy living, lots of physical activities he gradually recovered becoming the man I remembered again and on his 30th birthday he got the news that his HIV viral load was undetectable I on the other had was very toxic and a couple years into my plan. I will tell you how it started when next we meet ********************************************************************* I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my new story. Let me know I am going to let “Somebody to be mine forever” rest for a while but I’m sure Jeff. Mike and Family will continue to make cameo appearances in “Zeke’s Tales” which will continue Scanbu

Back in the day, before I was married, I used to periodically travel across several states or even from one coast to the other. I used the trips for sex holidays. It was common to see ABS's from freeways or main highways and I would pull in and get some action. Everything from fucking some guy to oral. Several times a day sometimes, one city right after another. I would get a motel room at night and usually pick some guy up for a long leisurely fuck session before going to sleep. Good times.

The following is a true story. I wont go into much discussion about it here, but at a young age I did play with a friend the same age as me for a while. Then he got a girlfriend and decided he was straight. Our time together taught me that I was gay and loved to get fucked, and had nobody to fuck me any more. There was an ABS in my neighborhood that I passed every day on my way home from school. There were big signs in the blacked out windows that said "private video viewing booths 25 cents". I lived with my mom, and we were poor; we did not have access to the internet at home so I did not have access to porn. I told myself that I would go into this porn shop as soon as I was old enough. A few days after my 18th birthday I did just that. I was nervous. I stood in front of the store next to it for a very long time to make sure nobody I knew was near who could see me go in. As soon as I got into the store I saw the signs that said "Video Booths" and made a bee-line there. When I walked into the arcade, I was surprised at what I saw. Men were standing around and walking the aisles. I expected everyone to be embarrassed about being there and immediately lock themselves into a booth. I was not comfortable about being out for everyone to see and ducked into the closest booth and latched the door. I thought ahead and brought a pocket full of quarters with me, I did not want to have to ask a clerk for change. I put a few quarters in the slot, switched the channel to a scene with two guys fucking on some gym equipment, unzipped my pants and started feeling myself. I noticed a hole in the wall of the booth just as a guy got into the adjoining booth. I was startled at first and didn't understand; then I realized (or thought) 'oh, guys put those in there so they could watch each other jerk off'. I was also curious about seeing a real cock, other than the only one I had ever seen, which I had not seen in a few years. I knelt down and started looking through the hole. The man was was in his 40's. I liked that. I had found myself attracted to older guys for a while; I didn't know my father really well so I think I had a daddy complex. He didn't have a gym toned body, but it was a decent build, and he had a couple of tattoos. I liked what I saw. He unbuttoned his jeans, took his cock out, and started rubbing it. He continued for a few seconds as it quickly got fully hard. It was quite impressive, much bigger than my friends, probably about 7 inches, maybe more. He slowly jerked off for a few seconds more then started moving toward the hole. When his dick came through the hole, I realized what he wanted. I put my mouth on it and started sucking. After a couple of minutes, he took his dick away and asked me through the hole if I wanted to join him in a booth that didn't have a hole. I said ok and he told me that the one next to his didn't have one. I zipped up and walked over to the next aisle and went in. He locked the door behind me and took his pants off. I did the same. He took out this little brown bottle and sniffed from it, then motioned to me as if asking if I wanted it. I asked what it was. He said, "They are called poppers, it's nothing illegal, it gives you a little buzz that only lasts a minute or so; take a small sniff and if you don't like it, it wont last long" I took the bottle, and sniffed. I liked it. I sucked on his dick for a while, and then he pushed me away gently to ask if I like to get fucked. I said that it had been a long time. He handed me the bottle and had me sniff again. Then he said he really wanted to fuck me but didn't have a condom. I don't know why, since I learned about the risks in school, but I said it was ok. He pulled out some lube and prepared us both. I bent over. He handed me the bottle, told me to take tow very deep hits and then hold onto the bottle. I inhaled deeply. He timed it perfectly, right as the rush from the poppers hit me he plunged deep into me. He started slowly, then keep increasing his speed and intensity until the point where he was furiously pounding me. My ass started to feel a little raw, and although I was loving it, I was a little relieved to feel his cock spasm inside me; I didn't want to hurt for days to follow. We started getting dressed. I commented about the tattoo above hit cock. "It looks like the biohazard symbol like in the hospital, that's pretty cool". "Oh shit, you don't know what that's about?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry kid, I thought everybody knew. It means I have HIV".

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...