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Part 2 The night unfolded under the pulsating lights of Fly, the city’s hottest nightclub, where the music throbbed louder and drinks flowed freely. Hunter, ever the life of the party, ordered a round of shots just as Kim’s favorite song blared through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” she squealed, grabbing Mikkel’s arm and pulling him onto the crowded dance floor. Meanwhile, Tom, Alex, and Hunter stayed by the bar, overlooking the chaos of the dance floor from their vantage point. “Aren’t you going to join your friend?” Tom asked Alex, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe in a bit,” Alex replied, sipping his drink. Tom, sensing the buzz of the night, turned to Hunter. “Let’s go check this place out,” Hunter suggested with a grin, but not before ordering more shots and a round of gin and tonics. With drinks in hand, they ventured upstairs, finding themselves in the more mysterious, high-energy section of the club—Fly’s infamous gay room. The atmosphere shifted—dark, sultry, and electric. Music pumped harder here, the crowd more intense, and the allure of the dimly lit back room. Tom and Hunter, caught up in the beat, began to dance—moving closer, shirts peeling off, bodies glistening under the flashing lights. They danced with the kind of confidence that made heads turn, their movements in sync, as if they were seasoned dancers. Alex, however, stayed behind in a booth, watching them from the shadows, unsure if he should join. Tom slipped away from the dance floor, making his way back to Alex. “You okay being in this room?” he asked, leaning close to be heard over the music. “Yeah, I don’t mind. Maybe we should find Mikkel?” Alex slurred, the drinks beginning to take their toll. “Here, eat this,” Tom said, handing Alex something small. “What is it?” Alex asked. “It’s M. Trust me, it’ll lighten you up,” Tom grinned. Alex quickly took it, not wanting to draw attention. Moments later, Hunter returned with more drinks. “Alright, we’ll go find Mikkel after a few songs. Just come join us for a bit,” Tom urged. “I’m not like that,” Alex muttered, his voice barely audible. “Relax, Alex. You don’t have to be anything,” Tom reassured him with a wink. Reluctantly, Alex was convinced. He followed Tom back onto the dance floor, the music vibrating through his body as the M began to take effect. His head felt lighter, the room more vibrant. The lights flickered in kaleidoscopic patterns, and soon, he wasn’t just in the club—he was part of it. The beat pulsed through him, his body swaying to the rhythm without a second thought. Before long, Alex found himself sandwiched between Tom and Hunter, their movements fluid and close, enveloping him in a haze of sensation. As Tom danced behind him, his hands explored the curves of Alex’s body, fingers brushing over his ass, almost teasingly. Hunter pressed closer from the front, his body warm against Alex’s, the music carrying them all in its current. Alex, caught up in the lights, the music, and the sheer euphoria of the moment, barely noticed how intimately they danced. “Hey bud I see you’re a little happy down there,” hunter whispered with a grin. “I just feel really… good,” Alex breathed, his eyes half-closed, lost in the moment. Hunter shot a glance at Tom and smirked. “Let’s check out that back room, shall we?” They moved through the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with energy, as silhouettes of people blended into the shadows around them. Soft, murmured conversations and distant music filled the space. Tom's hands stayed firmly on Alex putting them under his pants, guiding him deeper into the room, brushing past figures whose touches grazed Alex's body, adding to the surreal atmosphere. Once they found a secluded corner, the air grew still, charged with anticipation. Tom leaned in closer, his breath warm against Alex's neck, his tongue licking him all over as he whispered something Alex couldn't quite hear over the thrum of the music. Alex's pulse quickened, yet he didn't pull away-there was something intoxicating about the moment. Hunter stood nearby, watching for a second before unbuckling Alex's pants, Tom's lips moved down to Alex's ass, each touch deliberate, drawing out every sensation. And hunter wrapping his lips around Alex’s cock he was rock hard. Alex, lost in the intensity of it all, let himself go, allowing the sensations to take over. Every sound, every flicker of light, heightened the thrill.Tom's hands explored Alex's back, his touch lingering as he pulled him in closer. Alex's moaned out loud, each moment unfolding in slow motion. There was no need for words-their bodies spoke for them. The room, the darkness, and the mysterious thrill of the unknown made it feel as if time had stopped, Alex never felt like this he enjoyed every moment he just kept his eyes shut. As Tom rose slowly, he turned Alex’s face toward him and leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. The moment felt charged, as if the world outside their corner had disappeared. When they finally pulled apart, Tom pulled out his cock and spit on his hand his eyes twinkling with lust. Tom savouring the moment, he began to press It against Alex’s hole already wet from Tom’s Tongue, inch by inch. Tom gaze occasionally back to hunter, watching him suck Alex’s cock balls deep, the scene unfolding with a quiet intensity. Tom grinned mischievously giving his cock a gentle push at first. As Alex started to moan, Tom’s excitement grew as He pushed harder, biteing down on Alex’s neck. Tom’s moans filled the room as other guys begun looking in, with each thrust sending Alex higher. As Tom counted fucking him so deeply and raw, a flicker of doubt crossed Alex’s mind. He thought to himself, How could I be doing this? He had always considered himself straight, and yet the night had taken him down a path he hadn’t anticipated. The alcohol mixed with M had clouded his judgment, altering his perceptions and pushing him beyond his usual boundaries. A part of him wondered about the choices he was making and how different he was from the person he thought he was. He than focused on Tom’s cock deep inside him moaning louder, With each thrust, Tom grew more determined, giving it all his energy until fucking him harder and harder. With one final shove, Tom was getting close oh man this ass is so tight! I’m gonna shoot oh fuck yeah!! Take my load Tom yelled out, his voice ringing through the room. completely satisfied with his efforts He wanted Alex’s ass so badly he didn’t want the moment to end he collapsed onto Alex, out of breath but grinning wildly. He glanced over at Hunter, who was watching from the other side with an amused smile, ahhh I’m gonna cum Alex squealed, hunter continued going balls deep till Alex shot his load deep down his throat. They made their way back to the dance floor and positioned themselves at the railing overlooking the vibrant scene below. From their vantage point, they noticed Mikkel and Kim lost in each other's embrace, kissing deeply with Kim's hands exploring Mikkel's cock. Guess someone’s also having a good time Tom said with a grin. Hunter, sensing the need to keep the night lively, ordered another round of drinks. Tom, Alex, and Hunter joined Mikkel and Kim, diving back into the rhythm of the music. As they danced, Alex found himself caught in a swirl of emotions, his earlier thoughts mingling with the excitement of the night. The confusion of the moment, combined with the sensory overload of the club, left him feeling both exhilarated and introspective. Alex continued to dance with his ass feeling sore and wet. more to come!

Literally 5 minutes ago I got loaded by my door dash driver. Simply asked if he wanted a real tip, he looked confused then I showed him the panties I was wearing, a minute later I'm sucking him hard.The next, he's got me bent over filling my ass with cum. Have him a 20 dollar tip on a 17 dollar order lol

Kevin's story Kevin left the house with his wife's sarcastic comments about how useless he was still ringing in his ears. Middle-aged, over weight with pronounced tits no baggy tee shirt could hide, he was cursed with a small cock which was the reason for her sarcasm. He got in the van with relief and started up. There was a message on his phone from Eric his business partner in the small plumbing business they ran. Apparently, he was off sick with a bad case of flu and he could hardly get out of bed. He sounded really sick. He said there was a job needed doing at a sauna in town. Kevin knew Eric liked to keep jobs there to himself, and was always going back to "make sure everything was ok." This time, there was a leak in a bathroom so it couldn't wait and could Kevin take a look? By the way, the message finished, keep an open mind and Eric was sure Kevin would enjoy the experience. Kevin raised a curious eyebrow at what that could mean, shrugged, and started up the engine. He scratched under his tits through the sweat stained tee shirt. "Oh well," he said to himself. "Get's me out the house and going somewhere new. Might be fun." With that he put the van into gear and pulled out into the traffic.... ...to be continued

Chauvin stood on Floyd's neck until he stopped breathing - under which police department training is this not murder? Despite pleas from the crowd, and even from Deputy Lane, who was a rookie cop, attempted to help Floyd but was stopped. A rookie cop knew it's wrong, and you, rawfuckingonly, are still carrying Chauvin's balls? (translation from Bahasa Melayu "mengampu bodek" or "membodek", meaning 'to carry testicles'). This guy was convicted and sentenced to 22 1/2 years incarceration. He promised to tell us why he did this, and introduce new facts that would free him. Not a peep from him.

You haven't given us those reasons, so I'm not going to speculate. But I'm going to point out: a jury of twelve people unanimously found him guilty - and they didn't opt for second degree or manslaughter, but clearly found all of the elements of first-degree murder. And the Minnesota Court of Appeals heard his appeal - and upheld his conviction. The Minnesota Supreme Court declined to hear his case based on the trial record. The U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear the case as well. So he was found guilty by a jury, and three higher level courts reviewed the conviction and declined to overturn it. And bear in mind - there's no question that Chauvin DID the acts that caused Floyd's death. The question was purely legal - did those acts amount to murder? I'll note this: when the death and videos first hit the news, the Louisiana (my home state)'s legislature was in session and some aspects of criminal justice reform were under discussion. At the time, the primary opponent to much of those reforms was a legislator who was a former deputy sheriff, who'd spent his entire career in law enforcement. He was (and is) the antithesis of a "those poor criminals" type of legislator, and he frequently sponsored bills to expand the reach of criminal law AND to protect law enforcement officers' rights and due process. And he stood on the floor of the House and said he'd watched the videos and they made him sick to his stomach, and that the officer involved belonged in prison for a long, long time, if not the rest of his life. I'll take his opinion over yours.

Um... Derek Chauvin was *literally* convicted of murdering George Floyd. Were you unaware of that?

Was horny again and was looking for guys on the apps. Quite early this builder guy messaged me needing to dump his load. Of course I could refuse. He wanted me blindfolded on the bed ass up. I obliged. He came in fucked, dumped his load and left. Not long after a regular fuck buddy of mine messaged me that he’s horny. He came over and fucked me good. He’s a heavy cummer s and the cum was already running out of my hole. He usually fucks me twice but I didn’t have enough time. At lunch I messaged this Latino guy on Romeo he was down to fuck my cummy hole. At the same time I was messaging another regular who loves fucking me preloaded. After the Latino came and dumped his load I went to my regular. He was already hard when I got there. He fucked me and licked my hole. When he dumped his load and pulled out there was a big puddle of cum on the floor.

As long as everything else is working properly, I don’t care how many, or few, little guys are swimming around. I have no desire to have kids. Adopting would be best anyway. We don’t need any additional little humans running around. Let’s take care of those who aren’t wanted first.

My response is a little late, and for that I am regretful. BUT... First of all, Nick Fuentes, as a white nationalist, is pretty ignorant from the get go. Add the anti-Jewish propaganda, the incel admissions, the general victimhood mentality, and you see how I wanna tell him - "so why did we Stop the Steal?" - Because you're stupid. "Why did anyone go to jail?" - Because they're STUPID!!! "It would’ve been good to know that before (I) had all my money frozen, put on a no-fly list, banned from everything, lost all my bank and payment processing.”" - you have never had to pay for any of your actions, have you, Fuentes? You have never had any consequences come to bite you in the ass before, have you? Working against the Federal Government has consequences, and this one is a doozy.

Yes, I have met at least 7 of them.

guy on sniffies, just now, so hot, my hole still leakin he said he was finishing up a game with a buddy, but would come over he came over picked me up, and took me to a dark area in the trailer park i was wearing sum slutty bottoms and he fucked me outside his car, after he came in my ass i walked home so hot, need more tho

Don't be the guy that brings bright light into the darkroom.

At long last, Friday had arrived. It had been a helluva week – deadlines and fire drills, and my boss breathing down my neck the whole time – so when I finally shut down my laptop, the relief swept over me like a tidal wave and my entire body sagged into my chair, spent. As mentally exhausted as I was, a singular thought had run through my mind and kept me going all week: Friday night meant going to the bookstore and taking cock after cock until my mind went numb. And it wasn’t just any bookstore. I had purposely chosen a remote job so I could choose the city to live in, rather than being tied to an office. The city I had selected – surprise! – happened to be home to one of the largest adult bookstores and men’s clubs, maybe in the country. It was massive, with a store that must have been 10,000 square feet, along with a huge arcade with more than 50 booths, a 100-seat theater that screened only the most recent porn films (mostly bareback), and three different public rooms. And that was just the first floor! Upstairs, a labyrinth of narrow corridors wound its way through a maze of small private rooms, each with a bed, small table and sink. At the end nearest the stairs and elevator, a large bathroom contained plenty of shower space and even a few enema wands for we bottoms to get and stay ready to take cock for as long as we wanted to be there. I willed myself out of my chair and grabbed an energy drink off the desk as I headed to my bedroom. I slugged the entire can and then hopped in the shower, making sure to clean out and get myself spic-and-span inside and out. I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half, so there should be no reason to have to hit the showers at the club. I wanted to spend as much time in a popper fog, taking cocks and loads and not thinking about anything that had happened during the prior week. The club was busy when I got there, and it wasn’t even five o’clock. A lot of guys tended to make quick stops on their way home – to take a load, or dump one – before heading home to their families. The place would be mostly empty by about six, but by eight o’clock guys would be streaming in, and the real fun would begin. As for me, I liked the quiet time. It was kind of like the calm before the storm, a chance to get situated and ready for all the fun to be had. My usual M.O. was to grab a private room upstairs from the front desk, peel off my clothes and leave most of my things in a locker on the main floor, then explore. Often, I wore nothing more than my sneakers and a jock strap, my pre-lubed hole out and ready for any top who wanted to bend me over. I meandered through the arcade area, watching the guys in business suits and wedding rings going in and out of the booths. One guy exited a booth wiping at his jacket lapel, spreading a big cum stain that I hoped for his sake would dry before he got home. Amateur. Next I wandered into the theater. On the screen was a scrawny twink with a huge cock that was rock-hard. It flopped from side to side as he bounced up and down on not one, but two huge black cocks. True to form, there wasn’t a condom in sight. I found myself wondering if either of the tops he was riding might secretly be poz. Certainly they were tearing up his insides well enough that a little bug would be able to sneak in, if it happened to be seeping out in someone’s pre-cum. As I watched the movie, I felt someone slide up behind me. Two big, meaty hands slipped under my arms to squeeze my nipples – which I fucking love – and I felt a hard cock poking into one of my ass cheeks. I reached behind me and rubbed the man’s stiff cock, then slid his zipper down, reached into his pants, and freed it. I estimated it to be about five or six inches, but it was girthy as fuck – a fat hog that would give me a healthy gape to start the evening. I lined up the tip to my hole and pushed back, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck as he sighed with pleasure. His cock slid inside me with no trouble, and I relished the spasms of my sphincter as it attempted to swallow something so thick. My anonymous friend began to fuck me in rhythm with the twink on the screen. Each time he impaled himself on those two huge shafts, the guy behind me pushed himself in balls deep. I bent over slightly and grabbed the door jamb for a little extra support. His heavy pants felt warm and moist on my neck as he worked himself closer to completion, and at last, with a gasp, he exploded deep inside me. Soon the pulses subsided and he slipped his cock out, zipping up and beating a hasty retreat. I never even turned around, just winked at one of the other regulars who had been looking on. He gave me a big grin in response. Knowing what he was into, I called him over with a slight nod. Obediently, he got on his knees behind me and I felt his tongue on my hole. I pushed the stranger’s load out into his hungry mouth, momentarily savoring the sensation of his tongue probing for the last few drops before I moved on. The crowd was beginning to thin, and the first two public rooms proved to be empty. In the third, however, stood a huge bull of a man. He must have been at least six foot six with broad shoulders and massive biceps straining against the sleeves of a white t-shirt. His entire body seemed to be sculpted out of solid granite. His clean-shaven head and thick, long goatee gave him a slightly sinister air to add to the overall effect. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked another regular who was standing nearby, admiring him. “You don’t know who that is?” he asked incredulously. “The guy’s famous around here. They call him Pozzy Bear.” The reference to a children’s show character seemed a bit ridiculous when applied to such a colossal figure, and I chuckled. “It’s no joke,” he said. “That guy has the magic touch. Some say all he has to do is look at someone and they get HIV. You’re guaranteed poz if he unloads inside you. For real.” I could see how the man’s stature might feed any number of myths about his prowess. Still, I found myself wondering how I could have missed meeting someone who evidently spent time in one of my favorite haunts. So, I decided to ask. “What are you doing?” the other guy hissed as I strode toward the hulk. I ignored him. “Hi,” I said, approaching Pozzy Bear. “I’m Jay.” “Richard,” he replied. “But you can call me Pozzy Bear.” Was Pozzy Bear a persona that perhaps he had cultivated for himself? I decided to probe. “Where did that name come from?” I asked, maybe a little more directly than I had intended. The hulking figure remained silent, instead scanning me with his eyes from head to foot. At length, he spoke. “Get a room and I’ll show you.” Instantly my curiosity was piqued. “Got one,” I said, holding up the key I had fastened to the strap of my jock. “Lead the way.” He followed me up the stairs, and though he was always a few steps behind me. I made sure to wiggle my ass as a tease, but his eyes were level with my shoulder blades and I’m not even sure he noticed from that height. We arrived at the room and stepped inside. A single dim lamp burned on the table, providing the perfect ambiance for an anonymous breeding session. I turned to face him and he was already removing his shirt. I have no idea how I didn’t see it through his shirt, but metal nipple piercings shone through a matt of rich, dark chest hair that nearly obscured biohazard tattoos that encircled each nipple. He lowered his pants to reveal a scorpion tattooed on the front of his left hip. And hanging just to the right of it was one of the most massive cocks I have ever seen. Flaccid, it reached half-way down his thighs – perhaps ten or eleven inches – and was approximately the diameter of my wrist. I was so shocked that my body didn’t know how to react. My mouth began to salivate and my hole twitched, but in between my stomach had twisted itself into knots at the thought of that monster invading a hole that nature had intended as an exit. “I need to hear you say you want it,” he said matter-of-factly. I summoned up some courage and fought to keep the butterflies in my stomach at bay. “I want it,” I responded. “I want it!” “No,” he replied firmly. “I need to hear the words.” I realized what he meant. “I want your poz load.” He nodded. “Better.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, then pushed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I was on my stomach, and before I could get up into the usual doggy-style position he held me down, one hand on my back as he straddled my legs with his knees. I heard the cap of a lube bottle click, and cold liquid running down the crack of my ass. He began rubbing the tip up and down, occasionally coming into contact with my pucker and sending shivers up my spine. Then came the invasion that a part of me dreaded and part of me hungered for. He placed the tip in contact with my hole and pushed. I opened easily for him at first, and I felt the tip pop in with no issue. He continued to push relentlessly, that massive shaft stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before. I felt a burning sensation as my anus and rectum rebelled against the invader, causing me to whimper in pain and try to pull away. But his hand held me firmly in place, while he continued pushing his way into my guts with a steady pressure. Soon the tip of his cock had arrived at my second hole, but rather than slowing he kept pushing his way inside. By now I was grasping the bedsheet so tightly that I was on the verge of tearing it to shreds, and my mouth had clamped down on the thin, dusty pillow to keep from screaming. Still, he kept pushing. It was as though he was trying to fuck my very soul. At last the pressure eased, and I felt his balls touching mine. I had heard the term “rearrange my guts” before, and had even used it myself, but absolutely nothing I had ever experienced before compared to what was happening to me in that moment. Without a sound, Richard – Pozzy Bear – began to rhythmically fuck my ass. The burning sensation continued and even intensified as he slid in and out over and over. Then, without warning, he pulled completely out! In an instant I went from the fullest I had ever been, to empty and desperate to feel him inside me again. I couldn’t believe my ears as I heard myself say, “Put it back in, please!” The lube bottle cap snapped again, and he drizzled a generous amount into my gaping hole. He took a moment to rub some on the tree trunk he was using to fuck me, then slid back inside me – all the way, and very quickly. My body bucked involuntarily, but his steady hand again held me in place, forcing me to endure the onslaught. I adjusted more quickly to his presence inside me this second time, no doubt aided by the copious amount of lube he had used. Placing one hand on the bed on either side of me, he locked his legs into mine and pressed more of his weight down onto my back, and proceeded to jackhammer my hole relentlessly. That massive tool slid in and out, in and out, his solid, muscular stomach slapping against my back each time it did. My body had finally adjusted to his size, and I was enjoying his ministrations. The pre-cum ran from my cock and soaked the sheet beneath me. I even found myself bucking back to meet his thrusts, taking him deep and hard. Finally, he growled in my ear, “I’m gonna poz you, slut.” “Do it!” I cried out. “Poz me! Give me your poz load!” With an animalistic howl he drove his hips against mine and held still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. For a few moments he remained motionless, then collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I knew that when he moved that magnificent cock would slip out of me, and that was something I wanted to avoid for as long as I could, so I stayed like that. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, I felt him stir and lift his bulk off me then, disappointingly, his cock slid out. A cold trail of cum and lube dribbled down my balls, adding to the wetness of the sheet caused by my pre-cum. “You should see some positive results within a month or so,” he said as he got dressed. “Nice hole. Too bad I probably ruined you for any other cock.” With that, he slipped out the door, leaving it open behind him. I turned and saw several faces staring in from the hall. Front and center was the regular from downstairs who had told me about Pozzy Bear. “Bet you thought that what I told you downstairs was a myth,” he said with a smirk, “when in fact, that man is a legend!”

[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.

Love going to a bar, club or party, where dudes are fucking on the dance floor.

Not to mention the elephant in the room, but why would you need an eye mask in a dark room?

I also started with Older Men, My fist was in his 60s, while I was a Boy, loved every minute of it!!! Later on Used to belong to a group where all the men were 50 up, what a great time, most were in their 60s to late 80s!!!! If anyone likes to chat about these things please DM me and we can phone chat!!!

If there was one, I wish it would be my former supervisor at the post office. 😂

When the older top looking intensely into my eyes, saying let me in boy, let daddy in boy ….while his cock is poking at my hole. Once the head lodged into the tight hole, daddy smiles and saying that my boy……, my hole and entire body open and accepted his conquered. It turns me on every time…..

Can't believe it's ME of all people asking this, but "M"? What's M? As in Molly - MDMA? Meth? Methadrone? Marijuana is obviously out, but in more than 40 years of sex with some enhancements (20 of those regularly with enhancements) I have never heard of anything referred to as "M", MDMA I've always heard referred to as Molly, XTC, E, Ecstasy, even X but never M, nor have I ever heard Meth described with the "M", T, Tina, Crystal, Miss T, xtina, yes but no M. Methodrone doesn't get used much around here, so maybe that's it... Enlighten please?

I got my sexual education from older men in bathhouses. Love how sexually free and creative they are. Nothing better than being on my back with a hairy daddy barebacking me, deep kissing me, and talking dirty in my ear.

Particularly for foreign affairs. It's one thing to put out a domestic policy agenda that will differ from, or go beyond, what Biden has put in place - that's internal to the US. But as a nation we need to speak with one voice (Trump's constant interference with foreign affairs not withstanding).

Eating ass and sucking cock gets me back in the mood pretty quick after I blow a load. I guess I better enjoy the last year of my 30's before I re-learn how to keep my hornies active 😅

Yes once in Dallas I always thought office boy was gay but really found out at club Dallas he came in my room and fucked me After he was done the whispered “ nice ass enjoy my cum see you Monday “

Chapter 10 – And So It Ends Chapters 1 through 9 tell about a hot session with Steven, Jason, and me. Steven and I are old friends but Jason was new to the mix. Steven knew that I had lusted over Jason’s hairy body at the gym and surprised me by having him join us. We’ve all been fucked, fingered, fisted, and more. Jason told us that he needed to leave in a little while, but he wanted another crack at my ass before going. I was fine with that idea. He wanted to smoke some more before we got down to it again, which was also fine with me. Steven said he’d be happy to watch, which was when we realized he was still wearing the blindfold. Jason removed it from Steven’s eyes and told him how excited he was by watching the two of us play. We spent some time blowing clouds and sharing them with each other. There was fondling and fingering happening too. It’s always fun when you get a good group of guys together and we knew that we had found a solid trio. Eventually, Jason told me to get my ass in the sling. I happily did so. He sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling, and Steven pulled up another chair nearby. Jason lubed up his hands and worked a few fingers into my hole. It opened easily for him. The T, all the earlier fisting, the dildo I had been riding while Jason fisted Steven, had me ready for him. He quickly had all four fingers from each hand inside my hole, stretching and working it open. He grabbed the lube so that he could reapply more to his hands. I grabbed the poppers since I figured that he’d be sliding his hand in me soon. Once he was lubed up, I took a few hits from the brown bottle, looked down at him, and nodded. He pushed his hand into my ass, taking it slow so that I would feel every bit of his hand. He paused briefly when his knuckles had me at the biggest stretch. I let him hold it there for a moment, then I moved my ass down in the sling, taking his all the way into my ass. Damn, this man knew his way around an ass. He was kind of wiggling his hand around inside me while also working it deeper into me. Jason kept looking up at me to make sure that I was OK with what he was doing, and I kept nodding my consent. He kept wigging and pushing until he got most of his forearm inside me. Then, he moved his fingers back and forth, going from a fist to a fully extended hand. This always feels great to me since I get a good rubdown in my ass and a great sense of fullness when he is in a fisted position. Each time he pulled his fingers back into a fist, he crawled a little bit further into my ass. Jason kept at the for a while until he looked up at me and said, “I’m in up to my elbow.” I knew he was deep, but I didn’t realize that he had gotten that far into my ass. His arm felt great inside me, and I was happy to have taken it. I flexed the muscles of my ass against his arm, prompting a chuckle from him. “I guess you like it!” Fuck, yeah, I did. Knowing that this sexy stud that I had lusted after from afar was now buried in my ass was thrilling. I had always enjoyed seeing him at the gym, but we had only ever traded glances and a few words. Now, I knew that this handsome and hairy stud was a partier, a fister, and an all-around nice guy. “I’m gonna pull back. Let me know if you want me to stop.” Before he started, I sniffed the poppers again. Since this was likely to be the end of our session, I might as well go all in. Once I was in a poppers haze, Jason began to pull his hand back. He now knew that I liked a slow extraction, and he was giving me some amazing sensations as his paw slithered through my ass. He would pause at various spots and twist and tremble his hand. The shaking motion was outrageous, and my cock responded by pumping out more fluids. I scooped up some and swallowed them down, and then Steven took my dick in his mouth for any more that came out. Jason didn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he got to the point where the thickest part of his hand was at my hole, and then he pushed back in again. I reached down to spread my ass open for him so that he could drive as deep as he wanted. He slowly worked his hand all the way into me again, then pulled back. He repeated this motion a few times, giving me some wonderful feelings and letting me feed Steven some tasty fluids from my cock. I tapped Steven’s head and motioned for him to suck Jason’s dick for a while. He moved away from me and knelt down near the stool. Jason moved forward a bit to let Steven get his cock in his mouth, all while he continued to fist me. Jason moaned with pleasure when Steven sucked him in, and then he started a back-and-forth motion, fucking Steven’s mouth. Jason’s hand was still inside me, and those motions were translated to his hand in my ass. It felt great for me, and I’m sure Jason enjoyed it too. Jason looked down and saw that Steven’s cock was hard. Keeping his hand inside me, he stood up and told Steven to fuck him. Steven got up, put some lube on his cock, and then shoved it into Jason’s hairy hole. Now, Jason was fisting me and getting fucked at the same time. It had to be an overwhelming feeling for him. Of course, the new angle from his standing gave me a whole new set of sensations from his fist. I slid down a little in the sling so that my ass was pointed upwards to him. This way, he could drive his fist into my ass from above. Steven had his cock in Jason, Jason had his hand in me, and it was spectacular. We all were in sync, so as Steven would plow into Jason, Jason would slide deeper into me. As Steven pulled back, Jason pulled back, too. It was so exciting to see Jason enjoying getting fucked while he was working over my ass. Steven was watching me get fisted while he was fucking Jason. And Jason was getting it from both ends. Steven eventually pulled out of Jason and collapsed on the chair. He then pushed the stool back in place, and Jason sat on it. He kept his hand inside me as he moved from standing to sitting so that his arm acted like a lever inside my ass. It felt fantastic as he moved around. He fist fucked me for a bit longer, but we were all wearing out. We had been at it for hours. Jason told me that he was pulling out. He slowly slid his hairy hand out of my ass, taking his time to rub the walls and especially my prostate as he moved through. When he was fully out, he rubbed my gaping hole and told me how great it felt to be inside me. I assured him that it felt wonderful from my end, too. Jason cleaned up a bit and got dressed. I was still relaxing in the sling when he was ready to leave. He came by to kiss me, and I told him I hoped to see him again soon at the gym. “You’ll see me there and back here again. Steven invited me to come over again next weekend.” You know I’ll be there too.

had 2 different lads round last night at separate times....both under 30......loaded by both and 2nd guy shoved my huge dildos up me for an hour afterwards - lovely.......tonight ive a friend popping in who fucks me very very hard/raw for 3 to 4 hours until im wrecked and stinking of his spunk.......ive just douched ready for him - pick him up in 30 mins - oink.

On Grindr, didn’t expected much and suddenly received a message saying “hi sweetie pablo here how you been? Want to come over tomorrow’s afternoon?have visitors from oversea” not sure if I know any Pablo but stayed cool and continued chatting. It turned out to be the guy I actually received three loads a year ago, remember it quite well as not many guys give three loads especially those over 50 years old. I gave him a thumb up, received an address, room number and time. It was a bit strange for 5pm meeting but didn’t ask why. Next day “Tuesday” arrived, knocked on the door, the guy opened it with a beautiful warm smile, “not Pablo” white hair, mustard and bearded. A classy looking older guy from Southern Europe, we hugged and kissed on both cheeks, introduced himself “Javier” he let me to the living room, nice suite with great views and spacious. I was expected at least 6/7 people showed up but perhaps I’m just a bit too early as saying to myself. After saying it, the bell rang, Javier excused himself and went to open the door, it was Pablo and two other guys. I got up the couch and was introduced to two new faces. We all sat and chatted about all things, after an hour of getting to know each other and a few drinks of vino, an old bearded guy had his arm over my shoulders and kept smiling at me. He turned to Pablo and said something in Italian, Pablo gave him a nod and wink. I could sense the handsome guy like me, I turned the smile, he immediately gave me a deep kiss, wow, sweet, the deep and passionate kiss was long and intense. Something different about the situation and the way he kissed and touched me. It was a natural chemistry, of taking time to explored each other minds, faces, agreement and gently tongue sucking. An interesting and never experienced anything like it, I grabbed his bulge and massaged it gently. The guy stopped me and took both my hands over his neck, he then unbuttoned my shirt to explored my chest, he stopped the kissing and gave me an approval smile. He lifted me up and took off my pants, to his surprise I had no underwear and my cock was rigid. Another approval smile. He turned me around to admire my backside and pulled me down to his laps. At that moment, I was facing Pablo and two other guys, the two new faces were feasting on Pablo big cock and balls. my guy hold me tightly, rocking me on his laps, kissing my neck, shoulders and sucking on my ears, I was a bit confused and didn’t expect anything like this. The guy was fully dress with long pants, sleeve shirt and shoes. The action across from me was excruciating, Pablo had his arms over the big sofa, being serviced by these good looking Spanish “mid thirties” clothes were still on, except Pablo. He was completely naked just like me. My guy whispered to my ears saying you like and squeezed my balls, it made me like 18 years old again. He called one of the guy over and lift both of my legs up. It exposed my asshole, the guy wasted no time munching and sucking. I felt release and loved the attention, meanwhile my bearded guy used him arms locked my knees and pulled them up to spread my ass more. He sucked on my neck, shoulders and ears much harder like an animal. The ways I used to, more possessive top and not overly aggressive one. The guy was amazing, he licked, sucked my hole, thighs, balls and swallowed my cock with no difficulty. Looked across from me, Pablo gave me a signals that he coming to us, the two Spanish guys got up and took their clothes off, wow good specimens and I wonder if they versatile or strictly bottom. Pablo pushed the sofa forward and met me with a juicy tongue fucking while thumb fucking my hole. I was all hot and more than ready to be fucked. Suddenly, bearded guy gently pushed on Pablo’s chest and said something in Italian. Pablo moved out and pushed the sofa back and laid on it, the two Spanish guys resumed the service. My guy signaled me to get up and led me to the bedroom. He lifted me up to the bed, took off his clothes very patiently. Not what I had expected, a well tone muscle, thick white hairy chest with a thick treasure trail lead to big white bushy pubic hair. Oh much older than I had imagined judging from the skin, muscle tone and hips bones. With big set of balls and the cock was long and covered with foreskin…… he lifted my legs up and very gently sucking, kissing ,chewing and licking on my already dilated hole. He continued feasting, munching for a long while and then he clawed up onto bed and position himself between my legs and met me with deep kissing. I could how much he wanted to penetrated me. His eyes were closed, tongue explored my throat, and his arms holding on me very tightly. A very romantic love making, his thighs pushing my legs up now, still kissing and pushing my ankles forward my ears, now it rang my bell what he intended to do. But no, he leaned forward again and completely wrapped his body on me tightly and deep kissing. His tongue did all the work, it felt like an eternity. His mustache, beard, and hairy chest rubbing my smooth hairless body. It turned pink, he noticed and approved with smile. Started to feel his balls and hairy bush grinder on my hole, as we were kissing and his breathing sounds a bit heavier and I felt the head of his penis poking and pushing into my hole, it went in, he pushed himself upward, leaned back and still holding my ankles. Just only the head went in, he positioned himself on the knee and spread my legs open wide. The devil got me all horny up and ready. He looked at me and looked at his cock, the sign of readiness. I smiled at him and nodded my head for approval. To my surprised, I felt tightness and lot of resistant. To this point, I hadn’t seen his cock and even touch it yet. He kept pushing onward and I felt a lot pressure….. a bit worry and horny. I tried to relax and he probably saw it, and leaned forward to give me big kiss. He made me feel like an amateur bottom. His body and limps were completely wrapped on me, my arms and hands were on his hairy back. A sudden jabbed at my hole and pulled out, the jabbing became more quickly and he slammed into me balls deep, OMG he held on my head and continued the kissing. It could be 3-4 minutes before, I was able to gently moved. I felt like a virgin. Once I was able to move a bit he started to grinding slowly and the pain still there and it felt like heat. We continued kissing while I rubbed on his hairy back. It actually felt quite good and also very different. He pulled his cock back and only head remained in the hole. Pushed himself up, sat on his knee, holding on my knees, and adjusted his position to fuck. Rubbing his cock and teasing it at my hole, admiring his handy work. At this point, I was consumed and he finally plugged his massive cock and I felt lightheaded. The cock slapping sound to my ass cheek, thighs and his balls hitting. He made love to my hole and owned it. Another level of fucking or love making, so intense, hard and yet fulfilling. It could be 30 minutes or more in the same position and my own cock was leaking crazily. Everything felt strange in a good ways, heat, sweating, hair, and tight up on my balls and I was feel like cumming and I cum heavily untouched. The old bearded guy was all covered with sweat and dripping onto me, he saw what happened , he speeded up, screamed in italian and suddenly pulled out and sprayed his massive load all over me. The Italian sausage was one of the longest and fat at the middle. He clawed over and collapsed on my chest, I held on him tight and rubbing his hairy back. After 5 minutes also, we untangled and admired each other body. Played with his chest, big balls and a very long cock in my experienced. Continued in bed holding me from behind like spooning , kissing and glued ourselves with his thick cum. He folded my legs, knees and brought them to my chest. Something was coming, rubbing his chest, hips and cock/balls onto me. Amazing feeling and wondered where this led to. He continued holding and romanticly gently kissing my shoulders, back, neck and head. He Whispered to my ears in Italian, no idea what he meant but I was willing to do whatever he wanted. He got of the bed with a big smile and gently pulled my legs to the bed’s edge, spreading my legs open and pushed it up, he lowered himself down to cleaned my cock, balls, and ate my asshole. I was in love, and the way he sucked and chewed on my ass lips was just beyond anyone had treated my hole. Came up from eating my hole with big smile and immediately jabbed his cock’s head into my hole….. he slowly penetrated into my hole and pulled it out slowly to every parts of my hole, got himself on the bed, gently signaled me to go on all fours, went behind me. Played with his cock, rubbing it all over my butt, legs and hole. Finally, he grabbed on my hips and delivered a full slammed. The sensation, naughtiness and horniness. He was digging, fucking and pushing to where no cock had been before and I was very pleased and please. He pulled and rubbing it in my back and Ass, “don’t want to orgasm “ he said. He licked and ate my ass, hole and back until his cock got softened. He flipped me on my back and clawed on top of me, we kissed and I played with his hairy chest and back for probably 20 minutes. He got hard again and this time I was determined to get his Load, I got on top and grabbed his hard cock and sat on it, with one loud slap, I got it all. I rode it and he was enjoying it….. until the point he had to cum and trying to push me off, no señor I needed you seeds, I got him, he bites his teeth and holding my arms as I pushing him down. The Bearded old man cum heavily as I continued grinding my ass and squeezing it to get all what he had to offered. The old man pulled me for the kiss, and I had two loads each from Pablo and other two Spanish…..

last load I gave was 3 weeks ago, it was to a slut that hmu on A4A and I snuck him in while i was over my sister's house, fucked the slut for about 4 hours and gave him 4 loads. Was some of the best pink pussy I ever had. Hope to breed him again.

I'm not genuflecting to anyone. And yes, Dick Cheney has a lot to answer for (and frankly, I wish the world community would hold him accountable for war crimes). But that's one reason why his endorsement of Harris is important: if someone as solidly conservative (and more importantly, anti-liberal) as Dick Cheney thinks she's better than Donald Trump, that OUGHT to give *anyone* pause. And I'm all for coexisting, but there's one side in this election determined to NOT coexist with the other side. And by that I mean the side that quotes Hitler, endorses racists, and has a convicted felon at the top of its ticket.

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.

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.”

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!

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 😈😈😈

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

Part 1 — Seduction This was our third summer as a couple, and we decided to rent a house with friends in Ptown to celebrate James’ 28th birthday. He’d been to Ptown several times in the past, and loved the energy of the town during high season. Days spent on the beach, biking, carousing at Tea Dance, and clubbing at night. Rinse and repeat. We started our week in Ptown with a beach day. Our group trudged across the hot dunes to Boys Beach where we could shuck our clothes and lay out naked. Despite his superior looks and body, James wasn’t one to go naked in public often, preferring to keep a certain level of mystery. He stripped down to a black speedo. His speedo followed the contours of his firm ass, and hinted at the large cock tucked into the ample pouch. James was charismatic, athletic, and stood at 5’11” with black hair and a caramel tan. He had been a triathlete in college, and retained that physique. Tall with strong shoulders, well developed pecs, and solid legs built by years of running, biking, and swimming. He had competed right through college, but decided upon a different career. He was confident in his body, but not cocky. I had been drawn to his looks the moment we met through a mutual friend, and still relished seeing him naked any chance I got. His previous boyfriend had kept him under lock and key, chastising him if he appeared shirtless in public, and never allowed him to wear a speedo or dance shirtless. All that changed with me. He’d found the liberation he didn’t even know he was seeking. James laid out beside me in the full sun, enjoying the heat on his skin and the feel of the sand around his feet. There was a steady parade of men streaming onto the beach, and we shared some discreet comments among ourselves from our spot at the base of the dune. The buffet was tantalizing, sporting a wide range of body types and ages. People were spread out across the beach with plenty of space between enclaves of blankets and umbrellas. After about an hour, one brave soul set down his towel about 10 yards from us. He was nicely built with a deep tan and thick hair. He stripped down and sat on his towel, settling into the routine of people watching. After he’d settled in, a couple of our friends went over to meet him and make small talk. James followed a few minutes later, joining the conversation. I watched his body language, and that of the new guy on the beach. The new guy stood and shook hands with James, then stood chatting for awhile. When our friends came back to the blankets, James lingered, both men crouching down in the sand. The stranger rested a hand on James’ shoulder just before James came back to our blanket. He was very animated as he started talking. “His name is Martin. He lives in the US, but is originally from Britain.” James loves an accent on a sexy man. “And guess what? He’s in the entertainment industry!” James went on in some detail – more than I was honestly interested in – about Martin’s accomplishments and notoriety. As I half-listened, more interested in my card game with friends on their adjoining blanket, I recognized a couple of the titles he rattled off. James went on for about an hour, even as we all went down to the water for a swim. Martin wandered down and swam with us. We had a pleasant group conversation, lot of laughter, and spontaneous flirting. I was entertained by a playful competition among James and a couple of our friends for Martin’s attention. Martin was very handsome, and his body was nicely defined. Not over developed, but he was someone who clearly ate healthy and had a long-term exercise regimen. He was closer to my height, shorter than James by a few inches. His black hair was thick on top with shaved sides for the summer, with some flecks of gray adding character. His accent was admittedly sexy, and he spoke with an assured confidence from years of public life. I noted he avoided the sexualized banter a few friends introduced, and preferred to keep the conversation more neutral. He shared he had rented a house for the season, and his long-term partner was in and out for the summer – away currently. We were back and forth to the water a few times, and Martin often came to join us. He and James were sharing stories of their respective professional backgrounds. Martin was probably in his late 40s, given his accomplishments and the timeline he was painting. James was clearly star struck. His hand found its way to resting on Martin’s shoulder more frequently, and his body language brought them closer together in the water. By mid-afternoon we packed up to get ready for our first Tea Dance of the week – the official presentation of contestants in the week’s competition to find love – either temporary or longer term. At the house showered and picked out our “coming out” outfits for Tea. Tea Dance is always busy on a Saturday, and today was no exception. We ran into unexpected friends from prior trips and even a friend from college. After a few cocktails, our group migrated to the dance floor for the final hour. Shirts were off and the bodies were packed in against one another. Put a lot of barely dressed gay men together on a dance floor and you’ll always gets sexualized energy. I noticed that Martin had arrived and made his way onto the dance floor. He and James were dancing together, the crowd pushing them closer together. After a few minutes, hands were tentatively exploring one another, and finally arms were around them as they danced together. James felt the hard muscles of Martin’s abs pressing against his own, and felt his cock stirring as Martin ran his hand down his lower back and squeezed James’ ass. “Ohhhhh,” James breathed, barely audible with the music playing overhead; but Martin heard it, and smiled in response. “Someone likes that,” this time squeezing James tight ass with both hands. Martin leaned his face into James’ and kissed him briefly, then followed with a longer, deeper kiss. The two wrapped themselves around one another amid the throng of men dancing, immersed in a private moment of exploration. They then separated and began dancing again, their eyes holding one another, hands casually exploring one another’s upper body. As Tea wrapped up, the two walked up the driveway together, hand in hand. I wondered if James and Martin might not slip away together, but they only talked a moment and then Martin left. James was giddy the rest of the evening. At dinner he often brought up Martin. We all headed out for drinks that night before finally landing at A-House for more dancing. James was dressed casually, with shorts, sneakers and a tight fitting T-shirt. The place was muggy with the summer heat, despite some air conditioning. Everyone was quickly shirtless, dancing, and covered in a sheen of sweat. I eventually wandered outside for a drink and some slightly cooler air. When I came back, Martin had found James on the dance floor. He was also shirtless, wearing a tight pair of black shorts and matching shoes. There was clearly chemistry between them that was simmering. Martin had his hands on James’ bare waist, and James was running his hands up and down Martin’s fuzzy chest. Their movements had a stronger sexual connection, and at times Martin turned James around to grind against his ass. James’ closed his eyes, caught up in the intense sexual energy of Martin grinding his pelvis against his ass. Each knew what the other was saying through their movements. James took a break once around midnight, stopping by our group gathered on the back deck having drinks. He was covered in sweat and smiling from ear-to-ear, looking positively radiant. There were some thinly veiled jealous remarks from one of our friends, to which James just winked before returning to his sexually charged tease on the dance floor. Martin and James kissed more frequently that last hour, their hands never leaving the other’s body. The DJ announced last call to the crowded club. Martin slipped a hand down the back of James shorts; James face was lost in ecstasy, and he stopped dancing altogether as the intense sensations of Martin tenderly probing his hole took him. His breathing was suddenly more intense; he half opened his eyes and stared into Martin’s face. Martin was very deliberate in his motion, tenderly massaging the sphincter. James’ hole felt very smooth, and Martin used the trickles of sweat rolling off James’ back to lubricate his finger and gingerly penetrate him. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make James’ head explode. He reached down and kissed Martin furiously. “I think it’s time to go,” Martin said into James’ ear. “I have something I want to give you.” James nodded silently. Martin withdrew his hand from James’ shorts, took the younger man’s hand, and lead him out of the bar. They walked hand-in-hand down Commercial Street, passing the growing throng in front of Spiritus without stopping or even making eye contact with anyone else. They were focused on one another. I followed along a short distance behind, totally turned on by seeing my boyfriend being lead away by this other man, witnessing the sexual energy developing between them. They walked into the West End of town, zig-zagging a couple blocks until reaching what seemed to be Martin’s rental for the summer. It was a nice house, somewhat private, with a wrap-around porch. Martin lead James inside, closing the screen door behind them, but leaving the wooden door open for circulation. He and James kissed, long and deep, finally free of the watchful eyes of others (well, except mine). They were still in only their shorts and sneakers, which were quickly peeled away and discarded on the living room floor. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the porch – it seemed to circle the entire house. I could hear Martin and my boyfriend inside, still standing in the living room, now completely naked. Martin’s hands were firmly on James’ ass, massaging it slowly. James had draped his arms over Martin’s shoulders, reveling in their kiss and Martin’s tender massaging. After many long minutes, Martin broke their embrace and lead James toward the back of the house. The back of the house was dark, until a single light appeared in a tiny window. James appeared to be using the bathroom, while Martin moved to the bedroom in the far corner of the house. One by one, a series of candles were lit around the room, spreading a warm light across a large bed with light linens. Martin stepped closer to the window I was now standing outside, and I could see his naked body illuminated in the expanding candlelight. His cock was pointing straight ahead, at least 7 inches with a hefty girth. Martin felt the cool night air blowing in through the windows in the room, and stepped up to each to open them all the way. I stood frozen in the porch shadows, holding my breath. There wasn’t much room between the bed and the windows, just enough to get out of the bed. After opening the bedroom windows, Martin turned around just as James stepped into the room. James was naked, his own thick cock that I knew so intimately was standing fully erect at 7 ½ inches. His muscular body was also glazed in the warm candlelight. Martin felt desire rising in him again, examining James’ body as it moved across the room. James’ toned legs and torso were youthful and finely sculpted. He had noticed James right away on the beach. James had shared he was traveling with his boyfriend, but Martin was pleasantly surprised to find that didn’t seem to be a barrier to his plans. James had responded to his careful ministrations on both dance floors, and now he was here offering himself to Martin. Martin wrapped his arms around James’ waist, pulling him in. He tilted his head upward and kissed him, feeling James’ muscles tighten and then relax, almost melting in his embrace. James was taller than him, beautifully toned and athletically sculpted, masculine with a hot face, and much younger – a bit more than 20 years. Martin’s favorite combination. James was star struck – Martin recognized it – and knew what it offered him tonight. James was held captive by the intense sexual energy between them, his body quivering each time Martin tenderly traced his finger tips along the sides of his body. Martin reached back, warming James’ ass cheeks with the palms of his hands, and then slowly introduced a finger to begin probing again. James groaned quietly, his body weight leaning more heavily on Martin. “You’re the hottest guy in town this week,” he said quietly in the gently moving night air. James just looked at him. “I could say the same thing.” He added pressure against James’ soft hole, making the young man groan with pleasure, his eyes closing and head rolling back slightly as he pressed his body against Martin’s. He’s already surrendered, Martin thought to himself with a smile. His cock felt even harder now, relishing James’ slow submission and anticipating what he was going to do to this incredibly beautiful young man. “Let’s move to the bed,” he suggested, taking James’ hand and leading him to the silky linens. He unexpectedly spun James around and tossed him onto the bed. James slid across the silky sheets, grinning wildly at the sudden domination, his body somewhat awkwardly half-spinning on the slick surface, his legs in the air until he found his equilibrium again. Martin moved like a tiger, crawling onto the bed and over James’ naked body. He settled his weight on top of James, pushing him into the mattress, and kissed him again. James groaned in bliss. Martin was grinding his body against James, and James’ body was wrapping itself around Martin’s. Their bodies were silhouetted against the white linens, and they moved in the tight grip of desire. James felt the weight of Martin’s body pressed into him, the heat of his skin was tantalizing, and he desperately wanted more. James wasn’t touching his ass at the moment, and James was aware of how intensely it wanted to be touched. Martin sat up and rolled to James side. James stared at the magnificent body glowing in the candlelight. He couldn’t put words to it in his head, but Martin was the sexiest man he’d ever encountered – but even more than sexy. Martin rolled to the side of the bed, opening a draw in the nightstand, and pulling out some items. Then he picked up one of the glasses he’d set down when he first came into the room to light the candles. He took a sip, then another. He rolled back toward James, and tenderly caressed his face. “You are just beautiful,” he said softly. “Not as beautiful as you,” James responded. His eyes were locked in Martin’s. He’s mine, Martin thought. Martin’s hand slowly moved down the length of James’ torso, eliciting a soft moan. “I love your body. I loved watching you today. Every thing you did was so captivating.” He leaned in closer and kissed James again. “Before we go further, I just want to be sure you know I am positive.” James didn’t know what to say in that moment. His head was immersed in the intense sexual energy. His body felt completely supple and was craving more of Martin’s touch. “Okay,” was all he could muster to say in that moment. He knew he should say something more, but couldn’t. Martin rolled on top of him. James surrendered to the feeling of Martin’s amazing body against his own. Martin pinned his wrists above his head and began kissing his neck. James gasped, the thrill of being restrained made his heart pound faster, and he instinctively wrapped his powerful legs around Martin’s. James started to grind his rock hard cock against the older Brit’s. Martin immediately returned the grinding. James started to writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck!” James exclaimed, so loudly I could clearly hear him on the porch, and wondered about the neighbors. “That’s it,” Martin said tenderly. “That’s it, James. Give yourself to me. Just let go. Can you do that? Are you giving yourself to me?” James was panting heavily now. “Yes!” He breathed hard. “Take me! I want you to take my ass, Martin!”

You sound like someone fun to play with and share strains.only been poz for about 7 years now never started meds been full blown AIDS for 3 years now and still super horny

Part 3 – What’s In A Name? The next two days were rainy, so we all stuck around the house. James had returned home early the morning after his encounter with Martin. He googled his celebrity crush, talking incessantly with each of us throughout the day about Martin’s accomplishments. There was no secret of the fact he and Martin had left the A-House together, having walked by several of our friends as they headed to Martin’s. James found some pics of Martin in his younger modeling days, and promotional shots from more recent years. James swooned over these. While he shared with me some aspects of their encounter, adding that they had fucked again in the early hours of the morning before James left. The second encounter sounded more brief and tender, with James waking to the sensation of Martin sliding inside him. He omitted that Martin was poz and that he had bred him, though he did share that they had barebacked both times. James was clearly still star struck by Martin. He texted him several times that day, but Martin was working on a project that was due soon, and chose to use the rainy days as motivation to hunker down and finish. We filled both days with our friends and food, and even a bike ride in the rain. We clubbed both nights, sloshing through the streets, and skipping any late night pizza. Tuesday the weather flipped and was gorgeous. We were heading out to the local pools for the day, having connected with some other friends who were also in town. James opted to hang at the condo reading and having some quiet time. We planned to all meet for dinner later that night. I went to one of the pools with a smattering of friends, having lunch and a bevy of cocktails. Around 2:30 I decided I’d had enough sun and was gonna head out for a bike ride. Tea Dance would be quiet today, so I wouldn’t mind biking later in the day. I walked back to the condo to grab my bike and throw on my sneakers. I walked in the condo and headed up toward our bedroom to change quickly. There was an odd tension in the house, and I heard noises from the bedroom. I slowed my approach and crept quietly to the half open door. I was surprised to find James naked inside, straddling another guy. It took me a moment to place the face because he was partially obscured by James’ upper body, but then I recognized him. He was one of the people Martin had introduced us to in the club the first night. Edgar, I believe his name was. He was a handsome Brazilian living on the West Coast who did some acting and modeling, though it was mostly smaller stuff. He and James had clearly reconnected since meeting in the bar. I tried to be inconspicuous while watching. James was straddling Edgar’s midsection, with Edgar’s dick standing straight up and between James’ ass cheeks, the two slowly grinding. Edgar held a bottle of poppers to James’ nose, and he took a long hit followed by a second one. Edgar’s cock was thick and veiny, probably eight inches long. It had a slight bend to it, and got quite girthy in the middle. It disappeared beneath James who was starting to grind his hole against it. James felt the warm rush of the poppers fill his body. He became keenly aware of Edgar’s impressive dick against his ass, and he moved so he had better access to it. He’d seen the pics on Grindr, but they didn’t prepare you for the real deal. He felt the shaft as it now lay against Edgar’s abs, feeling the hot skin brushing against his own hole. He closed his eyes and focused on the sweet sensation, his hands resting on Edgar’s chest as he ground against that cock. He’d spent the past half hour worshiping Edgar’s fat cock. They’d connected on Grindr a couple hours ago, and it wasn’t long before Edgar was at the door with plans for a walk together out to the breakwater. Edgar had arrived faster than James expected, and he had to answer the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Plans for a walk quickly changed to making out in the kitchen, then moving upstairs to the shower. James had spent a half hour worshipping on his knees in front of the latino god before Edgar had him stand up and turn around in the shower. He would have taken James then and there, but James’ ass was too tight and the shower gel wasn’t sufficient lube. Now James was straddling Edgar, nervously anticipating their second try. The poppers worked their magic over James while Edgar pumped some lube into his hand, reached beneath the younger man’s ass, and lubed both the grinding cock and ass. James sighed deeply as the movements became more fluid with the lubricant. Edgar pressed his cock upward, the head searching beneath James for its target. Edgar felt the divot where James’ hole was hiding, letting the younger man’s body weight press him on the waiting cock. James gasped as a jolt went through his prostate. He instinctively started to press his weight onto it, feeling his hole begin to open and stretch. Edgar’s voice soothed him, “That’s it, baby. Let it inside you.” I watched as James reached back, guiding Edgar’s cock to the right angle. Slowly and steadily Edgar’s cock disappeared inside James. I heard James gasp as the girthy middle of the shaft spread his hole wider, and he paused to let the sharp spasm pass. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. There’s a lot of cock there to take.” James started to descend further on the shaft until it completely disappeared inside him. He rested there, leaning his head back and moaning. Then he leaned forward and kissed Edgar. As they made out, Edgar raised his knees so his feet were flat against the bed, and he slowly began moving his hips in a gentle circular motion. I heard James moan as Edgar opened his further, relaxing his sphincter for more pleasure. James began to ride the massive cock, whimpering and gasping at times as he tentatively descended onto it. “Fuck that’s huge! It keeps getting bigger!” “You’re fine, baby,” Edgar soothed, now running his hands across James muscled pecs. His voice was a deep baritone with a mild accent. James was starry eyed again, entranced by Edgar’s accent and celebrity status. Edgar was guaranteed success the moment he showed up at the door. Sexual energy radiated off of him. “You wanted my big cock. Ride it like a bitch!” James leaned back, arching his back slightly as he braced his arms against the bed. He let out a long moan as he fully impaled himself on Edgar’s Brazilian meat. He began working his hips and slowly raising himself up and down on the long shaft. “That’s it. Work my cock with that ass. Show me what you’ve got, bitch!” James began bouncing on Edgar’’s cock, driving it balls deep inside himself, feeling the thick hardness filling him. Edgar groaned with pleasure. “Fuck that ass feels good.” He opened his eyes and admired the younger guy impaling himself on his cock. He was hot! Edgar had been getting ready to go to the beach when this guy hit him up on Grindr. Apparently they’d met a few nights ago through Martin, but he didn’t really remember, and still wasn’t sure of his name. But this guy had the package — hot body, hot face, and big dick. Turns out he has an amazing ass, too, which he’d given up fast enough. The guy was still arched backward, his own dick sticking straight up, bouncing off his abs as he rode. Edgar watched the sculpted body riding him, the abs flexing as he worked his ass, his cock loving the hot depths of this guy’s ass. “That’s it. Massage my cock with that ass. Work it! Work for that cock.” This guy’s ass work was amazing, and Edgar felt felt his dick flexing in response. But it was time for a change of position so he could really satisfy his cock. When the guy lifted himself off his cock for a break, Edgar made his next move. Edgar flipped the guy around and onto all fours, his ass perfectly displayed in front of him. He parted the checks and gazed at the hole he had been fucking. Edgar could feel the guy’s hunger. He admired the hole another moment, fingering it, feeling his own cock get harder. He loved probing a hot guy’s ass, and this one was intensely willing. “Look at that hungry hole,” he whispered. The guy was taking another hit of the poppers, and Edgar used that moment to align his raw cock with the waiting hole. He slid inside with a smooth thrust, and started fucking that hot ass. Each thrust was rewarded with “ah!” from the guy, which inspired Edgar to drive harder. He grabbed the guy by the waist and started fucking him with a faster rhythm, his own balls slapping beneath that hungry hole. He looked down and watched his long cock gliding in and out. Without stopping, he reached over to his phone sitting on the nightstand and began recording his cock working that ass. “Yeah, bitch, ride that Brazilian cock.” He took longer strokes for the camera, capturing the length of his slicked cock as it slide in and out. The younger guy was moaning like a little bitch. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum soon! You’re gonna get pozzed. You want that poz load, don’t you? Don’t you?” The guy was grunting hard, but lifted his head enough to say,”Oh fuck yeah! Poz my hole!” Edgar tossed the phone aside, knowing it would be a hot video, and focused on his final pleasure. His balls were feeling very warm, and the pressure inside was building. He was gonna spurt soon. “This load is going in you, bitch!” Edgar pushed his hungry bottom onto his stomach, plunging his dick deep inside as his cock was aching for release. He was vaguely aware of the guy’s whimpering and begging as he was pounding hard, but he was really wrapped up in his own pleasure. Edgar raised his head, feeling the strain in his body as he pounded his Grindr trick’s hole. He held his breath without missing a stroke. When he released his breath, his cock erupted in that amazing hole. Edgar felt his poz load gush, filling the guy even as his pulsating dick was bathed in it. Edgar grunted and spasmed as he tried to force himself to keep thrusting until his body was simply spent. He collapsed onto top of the guy he’d just bred. I was still watching from the hallway when Edgar drove James into a spread eagle and seèded him. James was lost in the fucking he was taking, and odd mix of whimpering and grunting as Edgar pounded and bred him. They laid there for just a couple minutes before Edgar rolled off of James back and stood up. He started dressing although James was still laying there spread eagle with a cum-filled hole. I slipped into another bedroom as Edgar finished dressing. Edgar found his shirt and pulled it on, tucked his phone into his shorts, and reached over to slap the guy’s upturned ass. “Thanks man,” he said as he started to leave the room, uncertain what the guy’s name had been. I’ve already been here longer than I planned, he thought. He exited the house and walked to where he’d left his bike. It was time for the beach and swim after his afternoon fuck. James lay there another minute before he rolled himself on his back,, bending one leg for stability. His body was tingling, and he felt incredible, even thoughEdgar had made a hasty exit before James came. He didn’t like fuck-and-go’s and was hoping they would still go for a walk afterward. He laid there somewhat stunned, somewhat surprised by the quick exit, and still feeling incredibly sexy. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, then reached down to his hole. He could feel. The warm cum covering his hole. Edgar had bred him. The thought was both frightening and thrilling. He never took loads, but here was his second one this week. What was happening? After Martin had bred him, he told. Himself he wouldn’t bareback again. It was too stressful afterward. But here he was, a fresh load in him, and he was feeling incredibly horny because of it. After Edgar left the house, I crept back downstairs. I pulled out my phone and fired up Grindr and Scruff. There was Edgar’s profile, within 50 feet. The pics mostly looked professionally taken. If I hadn’t seen Edgar in person, I’d have thought this was a fake profile. His pics were awesome and displayed his toned body. I wonder if he ever did porn early on. I was feeling horny thinking about him banging James upstairs in our bed. James was becoming a little star fucker this week! I scrolled through his bio. 6’1”, 40 years old, single. My breath caught for a second. Edgar’s profile said he was poz. James must’ve seen that. I tugged at my cock in my shorts, feeling it’s stiffness. James had taken another poz load.

Part 2 – His First Gift Martin kissed James tenderly, adding a soft, playful bite on his lower lip. The he slid his body up the length of James’ naked body, his cock tracing a line from groin to chin. Martin straddled James’ chest and pushed his cock into James’ eager mouth. James closed his eyes as Martin began to slowly fuck his face, his long cock sliding in until it hit the back of James’ throat, and again so the head brushed against his lips. Martin let out a happy groan, his cock feeling slick and warm inside James. “Oh my gawd, that feels so good,” he whispered. He plunged his dick back into James’ warm mouth. I watched as James, his sculpted body stretched out on the bed, stroked his big dick furiously as Martin fucked his mouth. I could hear the deep slurping sound as James worked Martin’s thick dick with his mouth, and Martin’s quiet appreciative moans. Martin shifted his weight backward, pulling his cock out of James’ eager mouth, and straddled him from the side. I could see both their hardons in full glory, caressed by the warm candlelight. He leaned in and kissed James again. “You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hand down James’ torso and seizing his cock. James gasped in pleasure, his body lifting off the silky sheets. Martin slid into a 69 and began devouring James’ cock while pushing his own back into James’ hungry mouth. The two writhed as they worked each other’s cocks, quiet slurping and guttural groans of pleasure overwhelming the rustle of the sheets beneath them. It was a beautiful site to see, and I stroked my own cock watching my boyfriend’s sexual pleasure. I’d shared James with other men in 3-ways, but witnessing this unload as an observer held its own unique magic. I wondered if they would finish each other off like this — they’re balls had to be boiling — they were so passionate in their connection. As if he read my mind, Martin lifted himself from James’ cock, straddled his chest with his ass hovering over James’ face. Was he a bottom? That both surprised and disappointed me a bit. But he quickly grabbed behind James’ knees and rolled him backward, bringing James’ ass to his own mouth. James gasped, his upper back pinned to the bed by Martin’s body resting on his chest, his muscular legs flailed in the air. Jolts of intense pleasure ripped through his body, and he lost control as Martin’s expert tongue worked inside his hole. James was moaning uncontrollably, his hands instinctively moving across Martin’s ass and back. He couldn’t find words, but just made animalistic sounds of ecstasy. Martin didn’t relent, working his tongue deeper into the soft flesh of James’ pink hole. He used his elbows to lock James’ knees behind him, restraining his movements. He relished the musky man smells of james’ body, which only fueled his desire to tame this sexual beast and make him submit to him. I’m going to mark this boy tonight, he thought to himself. Martin broke their position, letting James’ legs fall back to the bed sheets with a soft whomp. He reached to the nightstand, picking up several items, and shuffled / slid down the bed. He set a small bottle of poppers on James’ chest, resting between his muscular pecs. I felt a thrill go through my own body as Martin took position between James legs, spreading them wider. He was finally going to claim his prize for the night. I leaned closer to the window. The candlelight softly illuminated their naked bodies, and I could see both of their cocks distinctly standing erect. There was pure lust in the air as Martin applied lube to both their dicks, James groaning and writhing again as Martin worked his generous cock with both hands for a moment. One hand moved to James’ hole and began lubing it. James gasped again and arched his back as more jolts wracked his body. “I don’t have to ask if you’re ready, James,” Martin said tenderly. “I’m going to take you now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want the gift I have for you, don’t you?” James looked down the length of his body, his eyes half-open, half-closed, but filled with desire. He had things he thought he should say. He vaguely remembered Martin was poz, and knew there was something he should ask him to do. But those words were lost in the lust. “Please,” was all he could say. “Please.” Martin rolled James’ legs knees back to his chest, fluidly sliding forward as he did so, allowing his cock to find its way to the tender hole anxiously awaiting. He had worked James fully into submission, and had his body craving what was about to come next. James didn’t need the poppers, but locked eyes with Martin as the older of the two pressed the head of. His cock against James’ hole. James felt his sphincter greedily expand, ushering Martin’s swollen hardness inside. The pressure penetrated. Him deeply, and a passionate moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. And was consumed by Martin. The older man let out his own groan as the velvety warmth of the young man’s ass wrapped itself around his cock. He rolled forward, bending James in half, and kissed him passionately. While they exchanged loving kisses, Martin’s hips began to slowly churn. The subtle movements wrought soft moans that wove into their kissing. The sight of my boyfriend’s naked body entangled with Martin’s made my cock ache for release. Martin was deep inside my man, bareback. James powerful body had submitted itself to the man, which made me tingle all over. Martin rose up on his knees and began thrusting with intention. Some of the tenderness morphed into powerful thrusts. He looked down at James, taking in the magnificent image before him. This young man, more than 20 years younger, was stretched out, his legs on either side of Martin’s torso, giving him his ass. “Fuck me,” James pleaded. Martin grabbed James’s thighs and began fucking him harder, driving his dick deep inside the velvety fire he felt engulfing his cock. “My gawd your ass is amazing!” There passion became a power fuck, both men lost in the lust they shared. The hard slapping of bare skin against skin filled the air. James moaned with unbridled ecstasy, completely consumed with desire for Martin. “Fuck me! Pound my ass!” His voice had became. Stronger and more demanding, fueled by the energy they were sharing. “Fuck yeah!” Martin grunted. He was pounding the boy’s ass hard. An even darker desire that had been brewing inside him rushed to the surface. Tenderness melted into a malicious grin. “You’re mine, boy. Body and soul. I’m gonna breed you with my gift.” James felt a mysterious thrill in that moment. He seldom got bred by anyone, preferring to have a load shot across his chest or face. He loved the hot spatter of cum across his body and in his mouth. But in this instant he had a primal need to feel that hot cum inside him. He knew he shouldn’t want it. He knew it was dangerous. But looking at Martin looming over him, his hands grasping his calves and his abs flexing as he thrust inside him, he craved it. He wanted a part of Martin that he could keep with him forever. Martin could see the conflict in James’ handsome face, the battle between desire and fear contorted into a look of desperation. He relished that look, this moment. He’d seen it in other young faces in this bed, and it was the moment he always remembered. His intelligence, muscled body, and success — the very things that made James and the others attractive to him — were useless to James in this moment. He conceded them all to Martin’s control. This was the moment James could not decide for himself, and submitted to Martin’s choices for him. The dark desire totally filled Martin. “You’re mine!! You’re ass is mine now!” “Breed my ass!” James exclaimed, consumed by intense craving and lust for this man. His own face took on a malicious grin. “Fucking fill my ass with your cum.” James began jacking his own cock furiously. Martin pounded into his hole with a fury, making my boyfriend wince and whimper. Even as he was about to release. Martin grunted again and again, finally feeling the boiling desire inside him begin to pump itself into the sculpted young man under his control. James felt the throbbing of Martin’s engorged cock as it released, his soul trembling as the thick juices spattered inside him, bonding them. James erupted even as he was filled with Martin’s seed. Both men grunted and moaned, finally collapsing into an entangled, sweaty heap. Martin’s load was inside my boyfriend, while James was covered in his own thick cum. Together they convulsed in ecstatic aftershocks and heavy breathing. There was no pressure to move, and they were savoring their entanglement and new bond. I watched for a few minutes more, my own load spewed against the side of the house as I watched Martin breed my boyfriend’s raw ass. Now the pair was breathing together, coming down from the climax of their encounter. Martin seemed to still be inside James, and the two exchanges soft kisses. Their conversation was quiet, punctuated with quick bursts of laughter. Martin was discussing some friends who were arriving this week, and James shared our plans with him. Martin playfully suggested how hot it would have been to share this encounter in the dunes earlier in the day; James laughed, adding that their dune fuck video could go viral before Friday. Martin slipped his drained cock out of James. James sighed, “At least you left something behind inside me.” Martin grinned in the pale light. “I left you a special gift,” then kissed his new toy. I picked up my sneakers and quietly padded away, trying to move unseen in the late night. I had a feeling this was not going to be their only encounter this week.

“Hey everyone, I’ve been feeling inspired lately, and I decided to revisit my old story, The Day I Pozzed My Brother, but with a brand-new twist. It’s been a few years since I first shared it, and I’m excited to see how this reimagined version turns out. I hope you all enjoy it. Part 1 Hey! I’m Mikkel, just turned 18. I’m your average guy, but I’m crazy about sports, especially soccer, which I play all the time with my best friend Alex. We've been inseparable since we were kids. This past summer was pretty wild—my parents were off vacationing in Europe, so Alex basically moved in for a while. But now, something even bigger is happening. My brother Tom is coming back this weekend after being in the military for three years. It’s gonna be weird having him around again after so long, and I’m not sure what to expect! "While Alex and I were out back, swimming to escape the summer heat, Tom suddenly appeared. 'Hey, guys,' he said, his voice deeper than I remembered. I hadn’t seen him in years, and the change was startling. He looked rugged, almost like a different person—stronger, more distant. 'I’m gonna hop in the shower and join you in a bit,' he added, disappearing into the house. Alex and I kept tossing the ball around in the pool, but something felt... off. Maybe it was just seeing Tom again after all this time. After what seemed like forever, Tom reappeared. 'So, what’s up, guys? Here, take some beers,' he said casually. Neither Alex nor I were big drinkers, but the heat was relentless, and something about Tom's new presence made it hard to say no. We climbed out of the pool to join him, and an uneasy silence settled over us." As we sat down, the cold beer bottles sweating in our hands, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Tom had changed—more than just his appearance. He seemed... distant. His eyes, though friendly on the surface, held something darker, something I couldn’t quite place. To break the silence, I teased Tom about his overgrown beard. It wasn’t huge, but just long enough to need a shave. He chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on Alex, almost too focused. “Man, it’s hot! Let’s get back in the pool,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe we can test out those military skills of yours,” I added, half-joking. The sun was beginning to set when I had to go inside to make a quick call, leaving Tom and Alex alone by the pool. Tom grabbed the ball and tossed it unexpectedly at Alex. It hit him square in the head. “Oops, my bad!” Tom said, laughing, but Alex didn’t find it funny. Without a word, Alex dove underwater, swimming towards Tom, planning to flip him over like we used to do when we were kids. But when Alex got close, it was clear Tom wasn’t the same guy he used to be. He was much stronger now. As Alex tried to push him off balance, Tom barely budged. Instead, he caught Alex mid-move, holding him in place with a grip that seemed unnaturally powerful. The playful atmosphere shifted, and a strange tension filled the air. At that moment, Tom’s playful demeanor took on a more intense edge. He seized Alex by the arms, holding him firmly as Alex struggled to break free. In a last-ditch effort, Alex wrapped his legs around Tom, trying to leverage his weight to escape. Tom could also feel some stiff object brushing against his chest it was clear Alex found this exciting. But Tom’s strength was overwhelming. With a swift, controlled motion, he lifted Alex effortlessly and tossed him backwards into the pool. Alex let out a surprised, exhilarated yell as he hit the water, the splash echoing in the cooling evening air. “Wow!” Alex shouted as he surfaced, catching his breath. “Alright, I’m gonna head in.” There was a new intensity in Tom’s eyes as he watched Alex climb out of the pool the water dropping down Alex’s back his wet bathing suit just a perfect amount of tightness wrapping around his ass so firmly, the charged atmosphere between them lingered as Alex made his way inside, hey Alex! Tom screamed out loud. Alex turned around and replied what! looking defeated. Toms eyes fixed on the water dropping down Alex’s chest going down his treasure Trail it was clear he was hard or at least semi. To be continued! Tom replied in a deeper voice. Alex continued going in leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. The playful struggle had revealed something deeper, an unspoken tension that neither could fully understand yet. Later inside Tom was consumed by a powerful craving for that ass. The mere thought of the sweet hole drove him wild with desire. He found himself in Alex’s room while the boys were downstairs engrossed in video games. Tom’s eyes landed on a pile of dirty clothes and, nestled among them, a pair of undies. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of those ripe undies, and an instant wave of lust washed over him. The undies smelled so ripe, they must have been freshly worn that day in a soccer game. Tom rummaged through the pile, discovering more undies, and couldn’t resist taking another whiff, savoring the delightful scent. He quickly put them on while sniffing the other pair he started jacking his cock. Tom’s mind raced with wild thoughts about being deep inside Alex’s ass. Alex wasn’t your average twink. He had a slim yet athletic build, the kind that made him look like a pro soccer player. His physique was perfectly toned, with a flawless four-pack of abs and defined muscles. Tom started jerking his cock even faster he could barely contain his craving as he imagined how delicious it would be to lick Alexs sweet hole and sink his lips around his cock. His desire intensified, building with every passing second. Soon a feeling of pure bliss as Tom shot a huge load into the pair Alex’s undies he had on. Savouring every second his took few more sniffs of Alex’s undies the sweet smell of his boy cock. Once completely satisfied he put them all back and headed to his room. The next morning, Tom was jolted awake by the sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. Annoyed yet amused, he dragged himself out of bed and headed for the shower. Stepping out, feeling completely refreshed, he was startled to find Alex standing just outside the bathroom door, eyes wide in shock. “Sorry,” Tom grinned, “In the military, we’re always naked.” Alex blushed, his eyes flicking away. “I’m not… like that,” he muttered, as Tom reached out and playfully grabbed his ass. Alex quickly pulled away, pushing past him into the washroom, a hint of tension hanging in the air. Later, once the boys had left for soccer practice, Tom picked up his phone and shot a message to his friend Hunter. He confessed his growing desire for Alex, a craving he could no longer ignore. Hunter responded almost instantly, and together, they began plotting a night that would be unforgettable—for all of them. Hunter, a few years older than Tom and built even more powerfully with tattoos snaking up his muscular arms, arrived later that evening. Alongside him was his younger sister, Kim—21, stunning, and full of energy. The mood shifted as music played, drinks flowed, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. When the boys finally returned home, Tom introduced his guests. “Hey guys, this is my friend Hunter and his sister, Kim.” The boys, shy and caught off guard by Kim’s beauty, mumbled greetings before slipping upstairs to freshen up. When they rejoined Tom and his friends, the night had already picked up speed, with video games in full swing. Mikkel, clearly mesmerized by Kim, quickly joined in the drinking, while Alex, not wanting to feel left out, grabbed a drink as well. But Kim, always the center of attention, soon broke the ice. “Ugh, video games are boring. Let’s play something fun—how about ‘Never Have I Ever’?” The boys hesitated, but curiosity won out. Kim smiled mischievously. “Okay, I’ll start. Never have I ever kissed a girl,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, taking a sip of her drink. “Drink up, boys, if you’ve ever kissed a girl.” Mikkel, Alex, and Tom each took a sip, but Mikkel couldn’t hide the way he stared at Kim. “Wow, Kim,” Mikkel said, leaning closer, “you kissed a girl?” “Yeah,” she teased, flashing a grin. “College frat party. It was… fun.” Hunter, enjoying the game, chimed in, “Never have I ever kissed a boy.” The room tensed for a moment as Mikkel and Alex exchanged awkward glances before breaking into nervous laughter. But Tom and Hunter, with knowing smiles, raised their glasses and drank. The tension simmered just beneath the surface as the game continued, with sly questions and shared glances, each round peeling back more layers of intrigue. Eventually, it was time for refills. Hunter offered to make the drinks and, with a sly smile, added a few extra shots into Alex’s cup. “Drink up, boys,” he said as he handed them back. Kim, noticing the energy in the room, stood and declared, “It’s Saturday night, let’s do something wild—how about we hit Fly nightclub?” Fly, the city’s hottest spot, was a sprawling five-room club known for its electric energy, with one room dedicated to a more vibrant, open crowd. The suggestion lit a spark, and soon they were all getting ready to take the night to a whole new level. The city, the music, and the thrill of the unknown awaited them as they headed out into the night.

Interesting question. Somehow I do care and I sometimes I do semen analysis including sperm morphology and count to see what's going on. Doing well in this test so far.

Damn! That's correct! So fucking hot.

Yes. We worked for the same university but different faculty. But we knew each other. I saw him in the bathhouse but didn’t meet face to face. Later I saw him and a very sexy guy stepped in the dark room. I followed them but it’s needless to say I could hardly see anything. Two guys were playing inside. I didn’t know but supposed that they were those. I joined them and we sucked each other. After all of us came, they disappeared. Later we met again at the lockers. He was shocked. We talked a lot and he relieved. Later we met there a couple of times and happened some light things . Another story,, just the opposite We chatted for a while, changed pictures including xxx pictures we were close to have a date when we mentioned our work. He told that he was right in the middle of changing work. And it became clear, that he was coming to us . Unfortunately because of this he didn’t want to have anything . The third happened during Covid. Sex hungry 40 years old bi daddy. We met twice, once he bred me, second I deposited my load in his hole. As we started to chat after fucking, it was clarified that he was a colleague of another faculty . But it was funnier that months later I attended the ceremony of fresh doctors and he was there.. Traditionally we greet every newbi with handshake. When he stepped to me it vis clear that he thought on the same like me: our incredible fucks. Later we met more, mostly in official meetings (without sex) but once in the cruising bar, where bred each other again.

I was over her house just staying for a couple of days, and I was horny af ! And needed pink pussy. Luckily the slut hmu on a4a . I had the tv on in the room and a loud fan so no one would be able to hear me using the slut . His pussy was pretty load tho 💦. Wish I could breed the bitch again

Not meet any one on here just coming cross time wasters and there's no poz people up my area

@versmetropig - sadly not enough time to do even a quarter of what we wanted to do, but the two of us (and his friends) will be making amends for that later this year ...

Almost every day. Running out of orgies and gangbangs to watch😂😂😂

Thanks for the support. I've already failed the first tests to stage my liver damage. Liver enzymes (ALT) are so high 700+ (normal is <40) that's over the reference that the test (fibrosure) can measure so they weren't able to score fibrosis. Unsure what next steps are. I really hope a liver biopsy is not in the horizon. Also seems my insurance doesn't cover Mavyret which is the 8 week treatment. But they cover Epclusa. I did price epclusa and it's $75k for the treatment but I have a 30% copay of that (specialty drug) and I can't afford...

I'm not trying to justify it, I'm saying if somebody is sharing their experience and they consider their experience positive, who are you or anybody else to tell them it was wrong? Let people make up their own minds about their own experiences. Obviously I was referring to members of this forum who have replied to this topic, not society as a whole.

In my experience a bottom begging you NOT to cum inside him is only doing so because he does want to have an excuse for him taking a load up his ass unprotected... he simply does not want to be responsible for allowing it to happen. As a consequence if I top, I always ask the bottom if they want me to cum inside him, simply because I want to hear them admit that they want it. If they say no, I will try to pursuade them to admit they want my cum inside them anyway. If they really really insist they do not want me to cum inside their ass, they will have to promise to swallow every drop of my load once I cum in their mouth... no spitting, no excuses... and sometimes will even make them promise to drink my piss after they swallow my cum. Only then I will willingly pull out to grant their wishes (for that time at least), fill their mouth and after that fuck the ass again with the remains of the cum still covering my dick... start to fuck again and again try to make them admit they want me to cum inside them this time, and that I respected their wishes the first time so it would only be fair for them to honor my wishes this time. Only once a bottom really freaked out and needless to say, that was the immediate end of the date (such a waste, he was a cuty). As a bottom if I tease the top by asking him to pull out, I just want to turn him on and make him want to cum inside me even more. As soon as I notice he really tries to grant my wish, I will either make it physically impossible to pull out or admit that I was just teasing him and I really really want him to breed me if he dares. One time I had an experience that the top really really did not want to cum inside me. He was a regular fuckbuddy of mine and I fucked him bareback all the time and came inside him... but he recently had tested POZ, while I had tested NEG. He was very affraid to infect me, he was still getting to terms with the fact that he was POZ himself now. No matter how much I explained that I really wanted HIM to cum inside me and be the one to POZ me, he was scared as hell. In the end he tried to pull out, and I pulled him firm inside of me with my legs and my arms around his neck, watching straight into his fearfull eyes, me begging him to give me his HIV cum inside me... and ofcourse he could not stop and came in me. It was his first time as a top since he tested POZ, he appologized after cumming inside me and begged me to please go to the toilet and dump his cum immediately. Needless to say, I kept making love to him. Telling him how much I loved feeling his HIV cum inside me, kissed him, thanked him... About 15 minutes later he was over the shock that he came inside my NEG ass without a condom. After I filled his ass a little later with my (last?) neg cum he fucked me again and while being very insecure if I would really allow him to shoot his HIV cum inside me again, he did enjoy it a lot doing something so forbidden and unsafe.