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First Time I met Jim online, I don't quite recall the site now, but it was probably Adam4Adam or an AOL chatroom. Either way, we hit it off right away, conversation wise, enjoying much of the same activities, nudity and outdoors. At that time I was in my mid 20's, learning about my gay identity and what I was really in to and meeting Jim gave me a chance to ask any type of question I wanted. Of course by this time I had some sexual activities with men, but they were either very quick or book store adventures sucking cock. Jim was twice my age, in his upper 40's, and his experience and knowledge of what he liked led us on the same path of my discovery. Jim was lean, hairy chest, slightly shorter than I as I am 6'4", but he had an amazing cock. Jim's cock was 9" and uncut. This was my first experience of a man that was uncut and it was very exciting. Of course this started with pictures and lots of discussion of what Jim liked. Jim described himself as very 'oral' and a top guy if he fucked. I already l knew I leaned towards a bottom guy even though I hadn't declared that to Jim. One day Jim finally invited me out to his house, to see that beautiful cock. I jumped at the chance. I showered before heading out. When I arrive and Jim's house the door off of the kitchen was open and I knocked on the screen door. Jim called to me and said, "come on in Tim". As I walked into the kitchen, Jim was on the other side of the room standing against the counter. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Immediately what I noticed, and focused on, was Jim's semi hard cock behind those boxers and the massive amount of precum staining those boxer shorts. I had never seen anything like it, certainly in life, but in pictures on the internet. Jim was a very heavy precummer, and most of his boxers were almost transparent with precum. "Do you like, Tim?", Jim asked as he noticed was staring with lust and amazement. "Wow Jim, I have never seen a man leak so much precum", I replied. "It is so sexy". Jim reached down and lightly rubbed his cock through his wet boxers, "would you like to see more? We could go into the bedroom". I did hesitate, "yes please". Jim led me to his bedroom which had a nice big four poster bed. When we were both inside, we faced other and Jim started to take off his shirt and lower his boxers. I had to stand in awe as this fit, hairy, hung man revealed what I so desperately wanted to see. Jim was hung at 9" and uncut. His cock was hard and seemed to be sticky from all of the preum he had been leaking. I reached out and touched his shiny wet cock head. I let my finger run circles over it, and of course more yummy precum started to flow. "Please undress boy", Jim said. I wasted no time and kicked off my shoes, t-shirt, and lowered my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear and was now very hard myself. "Let's get on the bed", Jim said as he walked around the bed to the other side, cock bouncing the entire time. I reached out and stroked Jim's big cock, my hand immediately becoming wet with this precum. As I held his cock I moved in front of him and rubbed my ass against his body. I let go of his cock and leaned over the edge of the bed, reaching back to rub my now exposed ass. I didn't know if I wanted Jim to fuck me without a condom, if he wanted to fuck me, or if I could even take that big cock in my ass. Jim leaned over me, resting his body on my back. I felt his big cock between us, the wetness of his precum just above my ass and crack. I was letting lust and desire guide me now, I wanted him in me. As I was sure he wanted to fuck me, he was now grinding against my ass, as I gently pushed back into him, then all of a sudden Jim said, "I need you to suck my cock Tim", and stood up behind me. I was in bewilderment as I thought we were both heading towards Jim's big cock in me. I stood up as well. Jim climbed up on the bed and laid on his back. I climbed up on my side and laid next to Jim, somewhat on my side so I could see his body and cock. I reached out with my hand and started touching his cock, eventually wrapping my fingers around it and slowly stroking it. I was focused on nothing but that cock and sliding the skin back over his wet cock head. With each stroke up his shaft another drop of precum oozed out of his cock head and on to his pubes. It was just so sexy to see and be a part of. Jim looked at me in the eyes, "Tim suck my cock, I need to cum so bad". I didn't need to say anything, but slowly lowered my head and opened my mouth. First thing was to clean off that lovely cock head! Jim's precum continued to flow so I slid his skin back with my left and and took his cock head into my mouth. His cock tasted so good, the saltiness that was already present from all of his leaking. The thick cock head on Jim filled my mouth as I sucked and tried to make more of his shaft. Jim's left hand found my hair and was rubbing the back of my head, neck, and shoulders. As I sucked on Jim's gorgeous cock, more precum flowing into my mouth. I had to take gulps eventually to deal with his precum and my saliva. As I did this, I was slowly grinding my now hard cock on Jim's lower leg. My left hand was working going between Jim's shaft and his furry balls. I continued to moan as I sucked on his big cock and grinding my cock into his leg. Jim started some dirty talk now, telling me to suck his big cock, "you like that cock don't you boy?". I just moaned around his thick wet cock. I couldn't do anything else. "do you want my cum Tim, do you want me to empty my balls into your mouth?". Jim kept asking. I lifted my mouth a little of his cock and got out, "please cum in my mouth, give it to me sir". Jim was lifting his ass off the bed now, thrusting into my mouth. I was holding Jim's full balls when his own hand went to his shaft. I knew he was getting close. Jim's tummy was rising and falling rapidly now and his precum was flowing even more now, if that was possible. I knew I too was getting ready to cum just by grinding on Jim's leg. I moved my left hand from Jim's balls to my own cock so I could cum when he did. "are you ready boy? I am getting so close". Jim said in short breaths. "fuck, here it comes". Jim started to shoot in my mouth. As soon as the first jet hin my mouth, I knew there was going to be a lot so I pulled my had a little of his cock so I could take it all in. "swallow my cum boy! Fuck! Feels so good", Jim kept saying. This was all I could take, I immediately jacked my cock harder and was rewarded with my own orgasm, my cum flowing out between Jim and I. I had to start swallowing Jim's load and milked his cock to get the last bit of his cum load into my mouth. "Tim, you don't have to swallow my cum if you don't want to", Jim said. After I have finished swallowing I looked at Jim, "it was my pleasure sir. I love your cum and how much you have". Jim laughed, "well when you don't cum that often it does build up". We both laughed. "I see you had to cum too, glad you did Tim". "sorry for the sheets and mess Jim, I couldn't help it."., Lightly holding Jim's shrinking cock and admiring it. I said, "maybe someday you will fuck me with this gorgeous cock". Immediately Jim said, "let's get you cleaned up before you go, Tim". Jim moved to get off the bed. I felt bad all of a sudden, like maybe I had done something wrong. I didn't think I had, but wasn't sure. I too got off the bed and followed Jim into the bathroom, both of us wearing nothing but socks. I admired Jim's thinner, fit, body and that hanging cock of his as he got a washcloth warmed in some water from the sink. Very sexy to me. Jim handed me the washcloth, "just throw it on the counter when you are done Tim". And Jim moved back into the bedroom where I could see him putting on some new shorts. I thought to myself maybe this is his behavior after an orgasm, distant and in a rush to 'wrap things up'. I know that feeling sometimes so I didn't let it bother met. I knew at some point I would have to ask him about this, especially if this was to happen again. Meeting Jim Again After being with Jim at his house I decided to give it a few days before reaching out and starting up a conversation and possible connection again. Before I could reach out, Jim sent me an email saying how wonderful the other day was and how much he loved me sucking his cock, my sentiments exactly, but I didn't want him to know how eager I was to suck his cock again. Plus, I didn't want to be told to leave right away, I still wasn't sure about that scene. I waited as long as I could and then sent a reply. "Jim. I had a wonderful time with you too. I think your body and cock are so amazing and I loved tasting you and having your shoot your load in my mouth." I was getting hard now just emailing him. "I would love to taste you again, and maybe even more. Please let me know when you have time to get together again" I signed the email and sent it. I was so horny now thinking about his gorgeous cock and all of that precum. I was hoping to hear back from Jim soon. It didn't take long before I heard back. Jim suggested I come over tomorrow for a repeat performance. I agreed immediately. The next day I made the drive out to Jim's house. This time Jim was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jim gave me a big hug and I could tell he was aroused already. "Great to see you again Tim, I have thought a lot about you". As we parted, I said "same here Jim, I have thought a lot about you and your cock." Jim said, "good baby, I want to show you my cock". I just smiled, and Jim took my hand and let me to the bathroom, which was off his bedroom and had two entries. We entered via the hallway and Jim stopped, turned to face me and took off his t-shirt. as I stood there, Jim reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, he was not wearing underwear and he pulled his big cock out, which was growing very hard, very quickly. "suck my cock Tim, I have a big load for you", Jim said. Of course I wanted more, but couldn't help but indulge myself on his gorgeous cock. I quickly knelt and took his shaft in my hand. There we were, in Jim's bathroom. His jeans unbuttoned, opened, cock hard and me on my knees taking in that gorgeous big cock! Jim kept up the hot talk, which turned me on even more. "yeah suck that cock baby. I want to swallow my hot cum load". Yes, he was turning me on and I just kept going on his cock, swallowing his precum when I could, and moaning in response. I knew Jim was getting closer, his cock was so hard now and swelling. I had already started jacking my cock with my other free hand and wanted to cum when Jim did. Jim put his hand on my head, slighly pulling my head back a bit, then with his free hand wrapped it around his cock. "I am cumming, uuuuuummm. open your mouth for me baby". I opened my mouth wide, and put my tongue out. Jim had pulled his cock out enough that he could stroke his cock and and then he started cumming....I could feel each jet of his hot cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat. As soon as he shot twice I started cumming with him. I moaned loudly and shot my cum all over his leg and feet. "fuck yes boy, cum. take my cum in your mouth", Jim said while he continued to shoot. when he stopped shooting he eased back into my mouth. "swallow all of my load baby boy". I was swallowing and getting every bit of cum I could out of his balls and into my mouth. When there was no more cum, I took control of his shaft and gently cleaned the top of his cock. I finally let go and leaned back, letting his gorgeous softening cock fall free. I admired it so much. Jim leaned down and said, "thank you Tim, I needed to cum so bad". He then leaned in and kissed me, letting me taste his tongue and share the remnants of his hot load with him. When he broke free I looked down at his feet that had my cum dripping on them. "sorry about cumming on your feet Jim", I said and looked up at him. "oh, no worries at all, it was very hot!" Jim said. Jim helped me up, asking, "do you want to clean up before you go?". Immediately I knew I was being sent on my way, once again. "No thanks", is all I said and got organized enough to go. I started walking to the door, and let myself out as I heard Jim say, "great to see you". I looked back, "you too" I said and turned to leave. Puzzled by Jim After leaving Jim's place I was more puzzled than before and wasn't really sure where things stood between us. Yes, I absolutely loved sucking his cock, but I thought I let it known my interest was having him in me. I wondered if I should just wait the standard week for Jim to reach out or just throw my thoughts out there and realizing I might scare off this gorgeous man with a gorgeous cock. I just knew deep down I wouldn't be satisfied just sucking his cock all the time. Plus, how Jim ended things after our encounters was off putting to say the least. I typed out an email to Jim and fired it off. "Dear Jim, I hope you are doing well. I wasn't sure when I was going to hear from you again so I thought I should express some feelings I am having regarding us hooking up, getting together. First I should say I love your cock, sucking your cock, and your cum. I have really enjoyed this with you and believe you enjoy it too. However, there are two things that have been bugging me when and after we get together. As you already know, I consider myself to be more of a bottom and I thought last week I had shown you that by bending over your bed for you, but then again maybe it wasn't clear enough. I want your big cock in me so bad, I think you would be a perfect top man for me and could teach me how to be a great bottom. I am not very experienced in bottoming, but want to be and want you to teach me. The other thing is the way we depart when I visit you. It isn't really a departing, but rather you cumming and then showing me the door. While enjoying your cock I am fully into it, but after you it is another story. It seems you can't wait to get me out of your house. I just don't understand that. Like I said before, maybe this just ran it's course and I may not hear from you, but I really want to understand you. I hope to hear from you, Tim" and I hit sent. I waited for a few minutes, thinking of Jim's cock and how perfect I thought it was, but after time had gone by I realized Jim wasn't going to respond any time soon. So be it, time to move on. Before I left for work I checked one more time, nothing. When I got home from work I debated about checking my email but ultimately decided to check it and maybe jump on Adam4Adam. To my surprise, there was a response from Jim. "Dear Tim, please let me say I am sorry for my behavior both times, I honestly feel terrible and felt bad after you left both times. I truly was afraid if we interacted much I would want you to stay and then things might progress into something more, something more physical. I am so fucking turned on by you and afraid how things will get out of hand to easy with you. All of this is not good to say over email, you can't really see my reaction or feel my apology. Tim, I am sorry. If you would like to come out again, please do. Maybe Saturday? We can just sit and talk, there is something I need to tell you anyways, and I feel bad I have waited this long. please let me know if you can come. Jim" Wow, I wasn't quite sure what to say. On one hand I was very hesitant to run out to meet with Jim, I felt as thought I would end up sucking his cock and him kicking me out. I didn't want that again. On the other hand I wanted to hear what he had to say and let him explain his behavior. It took me about fifteen minutes to decide. I responded to Jim's email. "Jim, Thank you for your words. You really turn me on, but I need to feel as though I am not a receptacle for your cum load. I need to know why you always want me to get out of your house. I will be over Saturday around noon. See you then, Tim" I still wasn't sure if this was the right way to go with him, but I really wanted to know, and deep down Jim really turned me on. Weakness is my lust. Saturday arrived and I was actually nervous and excited to be heading to Jim's again today. I showered and cleaned out, not really thinking that this will lead to him fucking me, but out of caution for anything to happen. I dressed pretty casually; shorts, jock, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt. I would play with my cock on the drive out to Jim's, thinking back to his big wet cock and his cum loads that I loved. As I entered his drive way, I had settled down and the butterflies had come back to rest in my stomach. I didn't have to knock on the screen door, Jim was waiting for me and opened the screen door. "So good to see you Tim, thank you for coming out", he said while pulling me in for a hug. Jim was wearing loose fitting gym shorts, a dark green color, and a blue t-shirt. I hugged him back. This long hug lasted a little while, which felt great. "Please come in. I was sitting in the living room enjoying a glass of wine. Not sure if you are interested, but if you are just let me know". Because I was so nervous, I agreed to a glass of wine. Jim smiled and poured me a glass of red from a bottle he had open on the counter. He handed me the glass and asked me to follow him to the living room. Jim's glass was on the coffee table in front of a very nice, 'comfortable', couch. Jim sat at one end and I at the other. Jim faced me on the end cushion, pulling his legs up under him folded. As I sat down opposite him, I almost got to glimpse up his shorts and thought for a second I could see his soft uncut cock, but that must have been my imagination. I had taken my shoes off prior to sitting down so now I was able to get comfortable like he was. I reached my glass out to towards him, "cheers". Jim got his glass and clinked his glass to mine, "cheers Tim. Thank you so much for coming out to talk." Jim kept his glass in his hand and said, "Tim, I would love to kiss you right now, but I know I need to talk to you first". I just smiled. Jim continued, "Tim again I have to say I am sorry for my behavior when you were here last, the last two times. It was very rude of me, so I need you to know I am sorry. I hope you can forgive me." "I do forgive you Jim. What do you need to tell me?". Jim took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Tim, when you were here last week and we had gone into my bedroom. We got naked and before we got on the bed you managed to get in front of me, bent over my bed. I can't tell you what that did to me, and my cock. I was so turned on, obviously leaking like crazy, and I wanted to bend you over further and eat your ass, and slide my big cock into you. Sorry to be so blunt, but that is the truth". I didn't understand, that is what I wanted, and if he wanted it to...this wasn't making sense, and I told Jim so. "why didn't you?" Jim looked at me intently. "Tim I didn't try and fuck you because I am HIV positive. It was already bad enough I was leaking like crazy and the thought of my precum getting in your hole somehow, I just didn't want that to happen." I was now silent. This man, that I was lusting over so badly, was poz? What the fuck! My luck. "Jim, what in the fuck? You never mentioned that in our conversations nor in your profile online." I immediately saw Jim deflate a little and felt bad for that harsh reaction. I continued, "Sorry Jim. Truly I am not upset about you being poz, not at all. I just wish I had known, that you had told me from the beginning". "I know Tim, I am sorry. I wanted to tell you that first time you came out, but you were so hot and I was so horny, I needed to cum so bad. Honestly, when you bent over the bed, I almost gave in. My wet cock was laying in your crack, leaking above your ass. I know you wanted me to fuck you, or I think you wanted me to fuck you, but I didn't tell you and told myself I couldn't." I could now see Jim's cock beginning to show beneath those shorts and this embolden me to ask questions. "Jim, can I ask you something?" I said. "of course Tim, anything you want". I thought about how to ask, "are you on medication?" "Yes Tim, I have been for years now". I continued, "so doesn't that make the chance of me getting pozzed unlikely?". "yes, in a way. me being on meds makes it a lot harder for you to become infected, there is still that small chance, especially if we were to have raw sex on a frequent basis." Jim waited a minute to let me think about that, but continued, "don't get me wrong Tim, since I have become positive, I rarely have protected sex with condoms, but if you would feel more comfortable with that I would gladly do that." I sat in silence for a moment, thinking about Jim, sex with Jim, safe sex with Jim, and then raw sex with Jim. Then I looked at him, "Jim, thank you for saying that. really. For me, I think if we were to have safe sex, I probably wouldn't want to have sex. You turn me on very much, and your cock is amazing", I started blushing a little bit, "I want to feel you in me naturally, no condom". Jim smiled then said, "you are just so damn cute, and hot. Thank you Tim. If it happens we now won't worry about that". Jim drank the last bit of his wine, stood, and offered me a refill, "care for me to top you off", while reaching for my glass. I handed Jim my glass, but it was now that I noticed Jim's cock was certainly semi hard and I could make out a wet spot on his shorts. I was just staring. Jim noticed, "sorry Tim but you got me going with that last statement. When I start to get hard, hiding my dick is one thing, but my wet spots. not really that easy", and he laughed. "When you get back Jim, I have another question for you, I hope that is ok?". I said. "Of course Tim, anything you want to ask is ok with me." Jim trailed off, but added, "I want to share it all with you", and he winked at me. This started setting me off. Jim walked back into the kitchen, and he seemed harder in his shorts than he was just a minute ago. When Jim returned with two glasses his cock had softened a little, but his shorts were wet, wetter than they were. Jim handed me my glass and sat down on his side, facing me. "cheers Tim, here is to new found friendships and fun". We clinked glasses and Jim said, "ok Tim, what would you like to know?" Looking at Jim I asked, "do you really like fucking Jim? I mean I wasn't sure for a moment." Jim put his glass down and jumped up, "hold that question Tim. Would you mind if I get a little more comfortable?" "Of course not, take your time". Jim walked off quickly to the bedroom. I heard him opening things, and within in a few minutes Jim returned. As he walked past me he had a bare ass, with only a thin jock running between his ass cheeks. He had removed his shorts and put on a jock. Jim sat down again and grabbed his wine glass. I was checking out the front of his jock now. The jock he chose was made of mesh material and you could see all of Jim's big cock packed tightly in this material. "Ok, sorry, I feel much better now. My shorts were going to get wet and sticky, better to have some flow". He laughed. "What did you ask? Oh right, do I really like fucking? Simple answer is fuck yes I do". I took a sip of the wine, "ok, what do you like about it?" I could immediately see Jim's eyes glaze over and his cock started to get hard. "oh Tim, where to start? To me, there is nothing sexier than seeing my skin covered cock head resting on a wet tight hole, just before starting to push in. Fuck, I love that. I also love that feeling of my bare cock inside of a hot tight ass. Knowing that I am leaking more and more precum in him and seeing that on my cock as I pull out". Jim reached down with one hand and squeezed his now swollen cock through that mesh material. "damn I love it. You know that when I became poz I stopped having that type of hot sex with men, unless they were already poz, but on meds." Jim let go of his cock and looked at me. "Tim, what about you? You like to be fucked, right? How much experience do you have being fucked or have with raw sex?" Jim then caught me off guard, he put down his glass of wine and leaned over to my side of the couch, kissed me fully, and said "please make yourself comfortable too if you like". He then sat back down and got his glass of wine. I thought to myself, sure. I set my wine down then stood up and dropped by shorts so now both Jim and I were wearing jocks. Mine wasn't as sexy as Jim's, but it left my ass open and that felt great. "Thank you Jim, feel much more relaxed now". I said as I grabbed my wine, but purposely pulled both of my feet up on the couch in a way that my hole was slight exposed to Jim, although slightly covered by my jock. I saw Jim looking right at my hole for a second then he refocused on me. "so, to your question, absolutely I like being fucked. Since I started experimenting with men, mutual jack off sessions or sucking cock at a video theater, I knew I wanted to be fucked, that is where every fantasy or every porn viewing session ends, me wanting to the bottom of a total top man." As I had been talking, One of Jim's hands had dropped to his hard cock and slowly rubbed it through the mesh material. As he did that, I had subconsciously lowered one of my hands and rubbed my ass cheek right along my jock, in my crack. He was so hot to watch. Jim broke my focus, "that is hot Tim, thank you for sharing. And what about raw sex with a man? have you done that already, or have you always wanted to?" I was no looking at Jim again. Thinking back to a few of the men I have let fuck me. "Yes, I have certainly thought about it, and I have had a man in me raw, but he didn't cum in me." Jim quickly asked, "did you want him to?" All I could say, "yes". "Nice", Jim said. He pulled his jock aside and let his big dripping dick out. Even from my end of the couch I could see his cock leaking down his shaft, without him even stroking. Jim started to get up, "baby I need to get a towel for this leaking, be right back". He stood and walked past me into the bedroom/bathroom. While Jim was out I put my wine down, stood and removed my jock. Just felt much better to be free. I sat back down, grabbed my wine, and awaiting Jim's return. This time when Jim returned I could see his big hard dick bouncing in the air as he walked by, cloth in hand. I did have my feet up again so Jim would see my bare hole. Jim sat back down and that cloth in his hand. "damn leaking" and he laughed. Jim then noticed my hand down near my bare hole. "very glad you decided to get more comfortable. And I don't want to embarrass you at all Tim, but your bare hole looks so fucking sexy." I did blush a little, but thanked Jim. "so, this man, you wanted him to cum in you, did you know his status, Tim"? I paused a moment, then almost feeling bad about my decision back then. "I did not know his status. it was just very in the moment and the chemistry was right". Jim nodded in understand, "I have been there, I know Tim." While nodding his understanding, Jim was still patting his cock head dry, as he was still leaking. "Jim, you precum so much, do you ever use lube?" "Sometimes I do Tim, it just depends on the situation. My precum is very slick and is a great natural lube. Wanna see?" I had already felt Jim's precum, and tasted it, and began to mention this, but Jim had already gotten up, leaving his cloth behind, and knelt before me. He took his leaking cock in one hand and stroked it a few long hard strokes with a huge amount of precum on his index finger. I thought Jim was going to let me touch it again, but he said "not with your fingers Tim". He reached for my open ass with that same index finger and looked at me, "spread your ass for me Tim". In a little shock, with my one hand, I spread my ass cheek apart, exposing my hole. Jim reached down and starting rubbing his precum soaked finger all over my tight hot hole. It felt absolutely amazing. "See? It is pretty good lube, but if a guy only leaks a little bit it can just become more sticky after some fucking", Jim said as he pulled his finger back and sat back down. I was still in shock, I watched Jim sit back down, cock still rock hard and leaking. I asked him, "Can I try a little more?" as I got up to went to him. I grabbed his big cock and stroked it two or three times, really getting a good about on my fingers. I sat back down across from Jim and spread my legs wider. Watching him, I inserted my fingers, covered with his precum, into my tight hole. I started moaning and sliding my fingers in and out. Jim rose off the couch and reached for my hand, "I need to fuck you Tim, do you want that too?" "Yes baby, please fuck me now!" I took Jim's hand and he led me to the bedroom. I still felt a little wetness around my hole and couldn't wait for me! "Tim, bend over the bed like you did that day". I smiled and bent over the bed, just as I did that day I tried to let Jim know I was interested in him fucking me. Jim knelt, spread my ass apart, and drove his tongue into me! I immediately squirmed.with pleasure. Jim took hold of my ass cheeks and spread me open further so he could shove his face in my ass. I was moaning, "fuck that feels good Jim. I need you to fuck me, please". My cock was hard and leaking on Jim's bed. after a few minutes of Jim assaulting my hole with his tongue, He gave my crack one long lick and then stood up. "Tim, turn around and look at my hard cock drip. I am going to fuck you with this cock. Do you want me?" Jim's cock was so hard, and leaking down his shaft. "Yes please baby". I jumped up on the bed, on my back, and pulled my legs up so Jim knew I wanted him NOW. Jim started running his fingers through my crack across my wet hole. He then grabbed his cock and started squeezing out gobs of precum. Each time taking the sweet natural lube and rubbing it up and down, over my hole, and inside of me. This went on for half a minute or more until Jim said, "there Tim, I think you are ready". With his cock in one hand, and the other hand spreading my ass cheeks apart, Jim eased his wet cock head right to my ring. "Your ass looks so good and tight baby boy, push out a little for me baby", Jim said. I started to push out a little bit while staring at Jim's face. Jim was looking down at his cock head slowly entering my hole. My mouth dropped open as I felt his cock head finally open me up and push through. That first pop of a nice cock entering you, it felt amazing and the look on Jim's face confirmed that he was feeling the same sensations on his cock. Jim started rocking his his body in and out gently, letting my hole get used to his cock. With each slide forward Jim entered me a little more. His hand had moved from his cock to my leg, and now he was holding both of my legs up while rocking his cock in and out. I could really feel my ass getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of Jim's cock. He was leaking a tremendous amount of precum in my neg ass and I was loving it. "Fuck Jim, I love your precum", I moaned Jim looked at me and smiled, hands holding up my legs, and then pushed in the remaining inches until I could look down and see his pubes pushed against my balls. I was so full of this perfect man! Jim let go of my legs and leaned down so his face was above my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him in me. Looking me in the eyes, Jim said, "I am so deep in you Tim, and leaking so much. do you like it?" whispering to him I said, "yes Jim, I love your cock and precum". Jim ground a little deeper into me, kissed me and then said, "it is my poz precum Tim, is that ok?" "yes!", I said. Looking into his eyes I continued, "please give me all of your juice baby" and kissed him back harder. Jim growled a little broke the kiss. He raised up, as I released my leg grip on him, took my legs and put them over his shoulders, and started pulling his cock out of me. Then he pushed back in. Tim built up a nice rythm to this, going a little faster with each thrust in me. I looked down at my own cock, I was so hard and leaking a little puddle above my pubes. I loved the way this man fucked. Jim saw me looking at my cock leaking and pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and laid it next to my cock, he was still leaking, next to my puddle. "Our cocks look so good together Tim". I was now touching Jim's big, uncut cock. "Jim, I fucking love your big cock and how much you leak. damn you are sexy." I looked up at him while running my fingers through his precum mess. "baby, my ass is so empty, please fill me again". "Tim, once I am back in your ass, I am not pulling out until I fall out. Are you ok with that?". "fuck yes baby, please cum in me". Jim took some of his precum from the tip of his cock, and inserted a covered finger in my mouth. As I sucked on his finger, Jim said, "fuck yes boy, I need to cum in you so bad". Jim took his finger out of my mouth, grabbed his cock and lined it up with my loosened hole. He worked his cockhead back in past my ass ring then looked up at me as he sank all nine inches of that gorgeous cock into me. My head fell back as I took all of him. Once he stopped, I felt he was buried in me. "get ready Tim, time to let go". Jim then pulled all the way out and shoved back in slowly. He started picking up his pace. With one hand he reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking me at the same pace he was now fucking me. His pace just kept picking up and soon Jim was pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. Then he slowed down again, looked at me and asked, "ready for my cum load Tim?". "yes baby, fuck me, cum deep in me, give me your hot poz cum". That was all it took. Jim slid all the way into me and jacked my cock hard. "I am cumming boy" and I felt his cock swell inside of me and oh fuck, I felt the shot of his hot cum deep in me. that was all my cock needed, I started exploding all over my stomach at the same time. As I was cumming, Jim bent down to my face again, speaking to me softly. "feel my cum baby boy? I am breeding you as I should do all the time". I couldn't agree more. I looked into Jim's eyes, "please fuck me again Jim. I want to go home with two of your hot loads in me". Jim kissed me deep as he slowly slid out of my now seeded hole. Later that night, with me riding him, Jim gave me another of his hot loads deep in my ass. Epilogue: Jim and I continued to hand out and fuck throughout the summer. After roughly two and a half months Jim finally made me like him. I spent a week at Jim's house, with him helping me and taking care of me, and seeding me whenever I could do that for him. We had a lot of fun after the summer until later that year when Jim had to move for work. It was a tough decision to let Jim go, but it wasn't a good time for me to leave. We stayed connected for a long time, even after Jim found a great bottom man. I will always remember Jim, and even got his initials and a plus sign, tattooed on my ass cheek "JS+ 2012"

Chapter 2 – We Get Into It Chapter 1 recounts my meeting and first date with Jeff. We caught each other’s eye at a party, and he came over for dinner the following weekend. We’re now in my bedroom, stripped down to our jockstraps and getting ready for some more fun. Jeff chuckled when he saw the toys and lube. He pulled out one of the larger toys, the lube, and two bottles of poppers. While he lubed up the toy, I kept sucking his cock, occasionally moving down to lick that sweet area between his balls and his hole. If I was reading the signals, I’d get to his hole soon enough. His hair held some great aromas, and I enjoyed sniffing and licking around his cock and balls. He seemed to be a heavy precummer, so I had a steady stream of sweet fluid to swallow. “Get on your back, legs in the air,” he commanded in his deep, sexy voice. I moved to the edge of the bed and assumed the position. He knelt on the floor in front of my ass and spent some time kneading my cheeks and spreading me open. Then, he buried his face in my ass. Getting rimmed is a favorite of mine. It is a deeply sensual action, and Jeff was very good at it. He licked around my hole, dragging his tongue slowly over it, getting me ready for more. Once he zeroed in on my hole, I pulled my legs back to give him the best access possible. Jeff licked around the outside of my hole, using his tongue to lubricate my pucker. He slipped the tip of his tongue in a few times, eliciting a moan from me each time. Also, my hole would reflexively tighten up around his tongue each time. Then, he drilled his tongue into my ass. Fuck, he was good at this! My hole was throbbing around his tongue, and he kept moving deeper into my ass. Then, he’d pull back out and suck and lick the outer parts of my hole. He was definitely prepping it for more. Jeff moved back from my ass and picked up the dildo again. He used it to rub up and down my ass crack, liberally distributing the lube all over. The dildo he had chosen was the original Drew Sebastian cock. It was true to life and included a molded Prince Albert to match Drew’s. Even though it was one of my smaller toys, it was still a great ride. He kept teasing my ass with the toy. As he was rubbing it around, he would sometimes pause over my hole, pushing the toy inside just a small amount. My hole responded well to this, and I wanted to get the whole thing inside me. When he’d do that, I would push my ass further down on the dildo, but Jeff clearly wanted to be the one in control of this fuck. Finally, he pushed the head of the toy into me. My ass opened up to absorb the toy, and he kept pushing as it moved deeper into me. Jeff kept moving it in until he got it all the way to the balls. “Man, that went in easily,” he said. “My ass can take a lot,” I replied with a grin. His grin in response turned me on even more since that gave him permission to explore more. Jeff expertly fucked me with the dildo. He was not only moving it back and forth, but he was also changing the angle and adding in some shaking and vibrations. My cock was still contained in my jockstrap, and there was a growing wet spot as my dick spewed out precum while he worked my ass. I picked up the poppers and prepared to take a hit. Jeff drove the dildo deep and held it while I opened the bottle. First, I offered it to him, but he shook his head no, so I took two deep hits, holding the second in for as long as I could. I capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed next to me. My legs spread even wider as the fumes took hold of my brain, and Jeff responded appropriately. Now that I was flying from the poppers, he started to pound my hole with the toy. He was moving it in and out at a fast pace, sometimes even pulling it all the way out. That re-entry is always a thrill, and my cock was leaking like a faucet. I was writhing my ass around on the bed, enjoying all the sensations of having a hot stud fuck my ass with a huge dildo. The poppers wore off, and Jeff pulled the toy out of my ass. He caressed my hole, expressing pleasure at the beginnings of a gape. He’d dip a finger or two in from time to time, working those around inside me. “My turn,” he said, handing me the dildo. “Do you want the same one?” I asked. “You know I do! Drew is one of my fantasy tops.” I hoped Drew was one of his fantasy fists, too! We swapped places. When I knelt on the floor, I could feel how open my ass was. Jeff looked so sexy, with his cock and balls hanging out the side of his jock and his beautiful, hairy ass spread open in front of me. Since I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, I began by moving my mouth and tongue over his ass. I like feeling the fur on a man’s ass against my face, so I rubbed my beard all over his hairy ass. Then, I started to focus on his hole. It looked so enticing, sitting there, surrounded by hair. He was pulsing it in anticipation, and I went in for a few licks. When my tongue made contact with his hole, he groaned and shivered in delight. I made out with his hole, using some suction and ensuring that it was well lubricated with my spit. He picked up the poppers and offered them to me. I declined and waited while he inhaled the potent fumes. Once they hit, I drove my tongue fully into his hole. Jeff started to ride my tongue, pushing his ass back and forth on my protruding tongue. I love it when a guy does this since he is using me to provide him pleasure. It’s also a complete pleasure for me to tongue fuck a man. We rimmed liked this for a while until he started to slow down on his thrusts. I kept my tongue deep inside him and used it to probe around. I was licking his inner hole and enjoying all the great sensations. His velvety hole surrounded my tongue, and my nose was buried in his musky fur. It held that great scent of ass mixed with a little bit of sweat. I’m sure he was as eager for this as I was. Now, it was time for the dildo. I pulled my face back, picked up the dildo, and showed it to him. He nodded, so I proceeded to work it into his ass. Once it was about halfway in, his ass pulled the rest of it in. I let it rest there for a moment, tapping on the base to let him feel the vibrations as the huge toy filled his ass. I fucked Jeff with the dildo for a long time. There were points where he’d push his ass back and forth on the toy and other times where I would be the one in control. I discovered that he liked it when the dildo was used to expand his hole, so I pulled it most of the way out and then circled it around inside him. This helped his hole to open more and, from his moans, made him feel great. I pulled the dildo out and sat back on my haunches, gazing at Jeff’s fine-looking hole. “How late can you stay?” I asked. “I have to be at work on Monday,” he replied with a sly grin. Oh yeah, this could be a great weekend! “Get dressed again. We’re going to play a game.” He looked at me quizzically but was open to it. We reset our jockstraps and pulled on jeans, shirts, and socks. Now, I would learn more about this sexy man and what he was up for.

New chapter! This is 2/3 of this prequel, and yes, this is the sex scene! Enjoy ❤️ ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Part -1: |||| |||| “We don’t go by names around here, prince. Let that big cock do the introductions.” He lowered my boxers to reveal my slightly larger than average cock. He cupped my balls with his right hand and immediately deepthroated my dick, all while keeping the pipe safe. As he kept sucking another top showed up. He held my by the neck, french kissed me — his tongue felt cold as he was drinking something — and grabbed another bottom to take care of his cock. The one sucking me off stopped for a bit, took out a lighter from his jockstrap pouch (smart) and started smoking the pipe. Another bottom showed up, grabbed my cock, and stared at me asking for approval, to which I nodded. He did not hesitate to take care of me, almost expertly handling my dick inside of his mouth with only a couple of gags. The night is a blur in my memory in some spots, but I remember at one point I had fucked at least 4 guys that night. I had never had sex with that many people period, let alone that many people in one night. I started fucking the fifth one with quite a bit of stamina to spare (I have to say, even in my first time I could last a lot, which is how I was able to get away with lying to James about not being a virgin). I fucked him hard, with deep, ample strokes, which make loud smacks between our skins in the middle of loud moans and ‘fuck yeah’s. Another bottom came up to us, kissing the one I was fucking while stroking him. He whispered something to him, which made him put his legs down signaling me to stop. The other bottom quickly got to work on my cock, cleaning off the mix of saliva and mucosa that had accumulated from fucking that many people. He was really good at it, but seemingly struggled to keep his jaw fully open. At one point, his bottom teeth kept scraping a bit against my skin and glans, which I did not mind much until he did it particularly hard, enough to make me wince. He got up, apologized to me and explained he had jaw problems so keeping his jaw open for long was tiring, thus the extra teeth. I told him it was okay and I wasn’t mad, but he still moved on to getting on all fours, revealing his tallied back and a marker held by his jockstrap strap. He had taken 9 loads so far. I decided I’d be the tenth. I stuck my dick in him, and it burnt a bit where his bottom teeth scraped hard. It wasn’t painful and it went away quickly, so I didn’t pay attention to it. I could immediately feel all of the loads in him surround my cock, and it was one of the best feelings it had ever experienced. The warmth, the slickness, it was heavenly. I let myself fully have at his ass — he was very well broken in, after all. He moaned loud. Very loud. Grab a lot of people’s attention loud. We seemed to have attracted a crowd of onlookers to watch us, so many people stroking while they spectated me giving this random person whose face I don’t even remember the fuck of his life. I even spot James in the crowd, and when I did he turned around and walked away, which I thought was to get fucked by someone else. I kept on fucking this guy, when I got really close to cumming. “You want your tenth load?” I exclaimed. “Yes sir, please give me your cum sir!” “Yeah you whore? You want another stranger’s load?” “Please sir give me your load!” With a body-shaking growl, I came deep in his guts. I don’t know how much cum I let out, but it might have been in the top 5 largest ejaculations that have spurted out from my penis. I grabbed the marker and marked his back diagonally, as I became in fact his 10th load of the night. Spent, I put my cock close to his mouth for him to clean up, which he did subtly, no teeth this time. I pet his head and messed his hair up a bit (which in hindsight was probably either the hottest thing or the dorkiest thing I could’ve done for him). Went up to the bar to get my clothes back, put them on, seeked around for James but couldn’t find him. The guy that went up to me first tapped my shoulder. “Oh, you’re still here? I thought you guys had left.” He looked at me confused. “No, why do you say that?” “I saw him leave when that crowd gathered, I figured you left with him.” Discreetly I looked out the window. Effectively, he took my car home and left me here. I got a cab home and eventually found him watching TV on the couch. “You had fun, Brett?” “Why did you leave without telling me?” “You were busy with that guy, didn’t want to bother you.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone. “You know it’s not that. Why are you bothered?” “I’m not bothered. I was just tired and wanted to come home.” I knew that wasn’t the truth, but I knew this was not gonna go well if I continued in that moment, so I let it go. We went to sleep that night completely silent. I wanted to bring up what that guy told me as well, but knew better than that for the moment.

Sunday was a nice clear day. I decided to go to club Orlando although usually on a Sunday not too crowded When I got there I was amazed as it was crowded. I got a room and was getting ready. I always clean out before I go As I was getting ready this young Latin guy stopped by. He was right to the point. He said nice ass can I fuck it? He came in closed the door and revealed a wonderful thick cock. I took a hit of poppers and he lubed my hole He then said he only fucks raw and cums inside. Fine and he proceeded to fuck me He was long lasting and fucked me in several positions After about 30 min of pounding my ass he said I am coming. He shot a huge load in me and pumped several times He said thanks and put on his towel to leave. I looked at my watch I was in club only 50 min and was already dripping cum out my ass. Great start to the afternoon

Funny enough, I spent an hour there yesterday(Monday) around noon, I prefer the arcade over the theater. I like the top booth by the soda machine, I cover the TV, pull my shorts down to my knees and bend over the chair with my ass up watching the gloryhole for dick I position myself so my ass is just showing out the edge of the booth, it is up for free use. No talking is needed and no load is refused. Just slide in. (And they do) With the TV covered and being that top booth, it is dark and can be anonymous. On Monday I was able to get breed 4 times and sucked maybe 8 dicks, I find that it starts with the GH and then they walk around to finish in me. Usually go Fridays at noon.

Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.

Well after 3 weeks of no luck at my favorite bathhouse Chute, I went to the other bathhouse here in Phoenix Flex and oh wow what a day. I got fucked 8 times and took 5 loads (my new record). I got tag teamed in the main play room and also the steam room, took a load while ass up in my room and almost fisted twice. My asshole was gaping and a bit sore when I finally decided to leave, I will definitely be going back again.

Same… leather gear and jockstraps in porn were my first introduction into more heavy stuff. I’d fantasize about me being geared up and serving cock. It definitely helped when I met my first Daddy. He took me to another level and introduced me to more extreme stuff in porn.

Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural". Dave loved the praise he was getting from Niall, it made him feel special. He was so spun and horny, all he wanted was to make Niall feel good, to impress the older man. "Fuck!", he moaned fixing his eyes on Niall who was now increasing the pace and tempo of his thrusts. All he could think was, "God, I could ride this whore all night". Both men were now visibly wet from sweating, Niall was relentless in his pounding of Dave's hole, he was becoming more and more aggressive as he kept his apprentice pinned down beneath him. Dave was clearly on board at this point so Dave was able to really let loose. "Yeah, that's it boy, you take cock so well, gonna train you up properly". Looking up Dave could see drops of perspiration steadily drip from Niall's hairy torso, feeling them as they landed on his own smooth, moist skin. The high he felt was amazing, seeing the stud he admired looking down at him with an animal lust, no woman had ever made him feel this way. As Niall was now jackhammering into him Dave was starting to feel a bit more discomfort, "Aghhh, slow down he pleaded". Niall had no time for this, he moved his hands, his left moving on top of the younger man's chest while his right made its way to his throat, "Shhh, don't worry buddy, you'll be okay, you're a big strong boy. You can take it". "Oh yeah boy, you're so fucking sexy", Niall was moaning and breathing heavily now, he was close. Dave was taking slow, quick breaths, the hand around his throat making it difficult to fully catch his breath as his hands grasped the cushions under him. "Niall, man please, slow down" he managed to get out in between gasps. His words fell on deaf ears, Naill's eyes were blank, staring down on Dave, he was completely lost to horniness now, his teeth were gritted and sweat was flowing down his face, "Oh god you're so sexy, I'm so close". His breathing became shallower and this thrusts almost violent as he was reaching his finale. The room was near silent, Tommo watched wordlessly now, slowly stroking, the only sounds were Dave's groans and skin slapping skins as Niall moved back and forth into his younger apprentice. "Shit, I'm gonna blow", Dave's eyes widened, he suddenly sobered up realizing he hadn't considered the endgame of what he had gotten into. Niall's movements suddenly slowed but became harder as he neared his climax, his grip on Dave's throat tightened, preventing the nineteen year old from begging him to pull out. "Oh fuck" escaped Niall's lips as he blew. He stood rigid as his cock spasmed; multiple shots erupted into the apprentice's guts, filling him up. Niall fell on top of Dave, his head landing on his apprentice's shoulder, his cock still half hard, still inside the younger lad. Both men were breathing hard, Niall exhausted from his efforts, Dave in shock at taking another man's load inside him. Niall turned his head as he was catching his breath, "Fuck" he gasped, "not shot like that in a long time". With that he started nuzzling Dave's neck slowly bringing his lips to it, kissing it. This continued for some time as he alternated between kissing the younger lad and whispering praise to him, "You're such a good fuck", kiss, "Can't believe how well you take cock", kiss, "I'm so glad I got you over", kiss, "Don't worry buddy, I'm gonna take care of you", kiss. Dave was in a daze, he could hear Niall speaking, feel his lips on his neck, the older man's hands on his body, the cock inside him, feeling less full as it softened. His own cock was trapped up against Niall's stomach, still soft from the T but his horniness was real. His mind was cloudy, he knew he liked what had happened but at the same time he felt he shouldn't have. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Dave, finally recovered enough, rose himself up and out of the man lying beneath him on couch. Stepping back Niall gave Dave another look, "God, what a sexy little fucker" he thought as the other man lay there, sweat drenched, cum slowly dripping from his ass. He turned to Tommo, "right, I need a break" he declared, gonna have a shower and a quick lie down. Need to recharge". Dave was regaining his awareness by now, he watched Niall's hairy ass exiting the room and began to sit up. "Oi, Oi, whatta boy", Dave turned his head, suddenly aware that he had forgotten about Tommo. "Alright Davey boy, my turn" Tommo said, giving Dave a wink while licking his lips.

Two years ago, I wrote "In Sickness" and published it here: I posted it from my previous account, which I deleted after some impulsive purging. When I decided to come back, especially after writing this prequel, BZ was going through its confirmation email issues, so I had to wait for them to be resolved. Now I'm back, though, and I'm excited to share this one! "Scorpioned" happens before "In Sickness" and while "In Sickness" is narrated by the character Casey, "Scorpioned" is narrated by Brett. There's only three parts to it, and don't worry, there is a sex scene. I've also decided to write the sequel, and that'll come soon! It's up to you which one you want to read first, but if you've already read "In Sickness", I'm sure you'll like some of the callbacks! Please enjoy. ☣️❤️ –––––––––––––––––– Part -2 (minus 2): We don't go by names around here “Damn, babe, your hairline’s receding already.” “How flattering of you.” I responded. That was my ex-boyfriend, James. In hindsight, he was a cunt. In hindsight, I kinda hated him. But in hindsight, I was too scared to be alone to let go of him. James was my first boyfriend. We met in college, but we didn’t hang out until someone invited both of us to a party. He didn’t pay attention to me very often in the party, and kept on misnaming me “Brent” for the whole night, but he talked to me more once he got drunk. He convinced me to have sex with him; originally I didn’t want to, but I caved. I was still a virgin at the time, but I didn’t tell him that. The sex was good, despite him being drunk. We kept on talking afterwards and eventually started our relationship. I loved him, but subconsciously I could tell he wasn’t as interested anymore. He respected me less, hung out less with me, he’d stay multiple nights with “friends” (he was cheating on me) instead of at our apartment. But I couldn’t bring myself to accept that the James I met in that party wasn’t here anymore. “I’m just being honest with you, princess. I can help you pay for the hair plugs if you want.” “What if I don’t want that? And I told you I don’t want you to call me princess.” “Yes you do, it’s not like anyone likes a balding dude. Good thing the lights won’t be bright over there.” “I still don’t know if I want to fuck just about anyone. Do you wanna get fucked by just about anyone?” “Don’t be a prude, dude, it’ll be fine! Or are you getting cold feet, princess?” “Stop it with the princess.” “If you’re ready get in the car, unless you’re a pussy.” I got in my car as a passenger and he drove us to this large house in the suburbs, where the music was loud. The door was open, so I guessed the orgy hadn’t started yet. We got in, got some drinks, and talked with the guys that had already arrived. Soon enough, the door and blinds were closed, the music volume increased, and some men were making out in the horizon. The orgy was starting. “Aww, you’re nervous, princess?” James asked. “A bit, but we’re here already, so why worry?” I answered in the middle of an eyeroll. “That’s the spirit, babe! Let’s do it!” I got close to him to kiss him, and he… just walked away to find another top. That shook me a bit, and I kinda retreated back. I felt a bit hurt. I stayed by the bar for a bit, until one of the other guys came up to me. He was this hairless, brown twink wearing an orange jockstrap, with medium-length black hair and hazel eyes. He was holding a glass pipe with some shard of Tina in. I don’t do that stuff, but I don’t mind if others do, I guess. “Hey handsome, why you so serious?” He said flirtatiously while rubbing my arm. “Oh, I’m just, uh, enjoying the view…” “You’re the only one remaining fully clothed, you come here alone?” “No, I came with my boyfriend. He’s over there.” I pointed at James. “Oh, him? He’s popular with the tops, isn’t he? You bagged a nice piece of ass! Look at him gobbling all those cocks. He was just like that last time.” “Last… time?” This shocked me. I thought, he must be talking before we were dating, right? They might be friends, right? “Yeah! I’ve never talked to the guy since I exclusively bottom, but I’ve seen him around. Anyway, why don’t you let your man have his fun and come to the other side with us? You can leave your clothes over here with the barman.” He said while groping my dick through my underwear. I didn’t know what to think at that point, I had so many emotions running though my head. But I didn’t want to think about that stuff at all anyway. I downed the cocktail I was drinking, took off most of my clothes, and mindlessly followed the guy. I’ll deal with that shit later. “What’s your name, by the way?” I asked the bottom. “We don’t go by names around here, prince. Let that big cock do the introductions.”

I'd like to start a thread for sharing bareback videos filmed before PrEP was available (2013 and older). I find really arousing knowing are so horny they don't care about the risk of HIV and just want to enjoy the sex. Here are some examples of the videos I'm looking for: Bobby Garcia let one of his "straight" paid actor fuck him bareback in the height of the HIV epidemics (1990s): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hott-marine-top-vs-bobby-garcia-xh480uI Slut is barebacked by two guys. By the quality of the video it must be before 2010: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/meet-our-bitch-2300978. Anon Cumdump get bred by stranger from Craiglist (estimated to be ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/married-craigslist-walks-in-breeds-slut-hard-3440594 Black Bitch get bred by two strangers from Craiglist (estimated ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/2-white-top-breed-thick-black-ass-4696075 Famous Brittish cumdump taking loads in the Woods. I remember seeing many of his videos in the early 2010: [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/cumdump-bottom-taking-load-after-load-cruising-in-park/

Spent a Wednesday afternoon at an LA arcade I'd heard of but hadn't been to yet. They had a theater too, but no one was in there when I asked the attendant. Paid my $6 and went back to the booths. There were about 20 booths, most with gloryholes in one or both sides - no doors, but a chain that you could pull across to let people know the booth was taken. Walked around the corner and saw a guy blowing the guy in the next booth through the gloryhole. He was in the entry, so he was on display while the other guy was around the corner in his booth. I knew it was gonna be a fun afternoon. Got the lay of the land - three main hallways of booths and a bathroom in the back. Settled into a booth with 2 holes, put some money in the machine and waited. 30 second later I had a cock slide in from the left. Short and thick. I dropped to my knees and sucked him hard. ended up being a nice 6 incher with a very fat mushroom. Sucked and slurped and licked and deep throated listening for what he liked best and felt him getting harder and breathing heavier. He shot quickly and I swallowed every delicious drop. He pulled out and I noticed someone at the other hole. Moved over to it and saw a young latin dude with his jeans around his ankles flopping his dick around to get my attention. This gloryhole was in the entry, so I was on full display to anyone walking by. I put my mouth up to the hole and he slid that foreskinned meat right in, He took a bit to get hard, but he pumped and pumped my mouth like he was fucking, so I stood up and turned around guiding him into my pre-lubed ass. He realized it was my ass and he REALLY started pumping - grunting and groaning and moaning until he shot. I felt the first blast, then just felt full as his pumping slowed and he eventually pulled out. I spun around and licked his dripping cock sliding my tongue under his foreskin to get all of his jizz. A few guys had walked by (or stopped to watch) as I was sucking and getting fucked. SO when one side opened up someone else replaced them. Back and forth I went from one hole to the other - daddy dick, young Asian dude in scrubs, workmen on their lunch break, college kid, latin daddy, short stocky white daddy, big black guy, nerdy hipster kid with a donkey dick.... I'd move from time to time to other booths, but eventually went back to the first one (my lucky booth). Sucked maybe 20 cocks, a dozen of them nutted down my throat. Got bred 9 times through the holes or sharing the booth as I sucked the guy next door. Definitely was a good time! I'll be back.

It's odd because in my case, it's the exact opposite. I'm more of a Cole Porter kind of guy in that respect - when it's too darned hot, my libido plunges. Come spring or fall, things skyrocket. Winter, it depends on the circumstances (maybe because winters here are so irregular, bouncing between a low in the teens one night up to a high in the 60's or 70's a few days later). There is a documented condition called Seasonal Affective Disorder - it's a type of depression that typically sets in somewhere in fall or early winter. It may be triggered by the shortening of day length and less sunlight, which isn't a stretch - we know, for example, that bird migration is mostly triggered by day length, or photoperiod. Even in species that migrate earlier or later in the calendar than most, it seems that when day length reaches a certain point, it triggers something in their DNA to alter behavior. I'd look into whether that could be your issue - there are treatments available, not just with medication but with other things like light boxes (exposing you to light that mimics sunlight, early in the morning, which seems to trigger chemical changes in the brain) and exercise.

No NEED TO CHEAT when you are both turned on by total promiscuity and your partner being a slut. Basically we granted each other LICENCE TO WHORE & SCORE! BEFORE MARRIAGE! Sometimes we play together, sometimes we don't. As liberal and limitless as that appears, there have to be boundaries, agreed upon RED FLAGS and SAFETY HATCHES! Not neurotic shit like NO KISSING or PLAYING TOGETHER ONLY! But for example: neediness, clinginess, couch-surfers wanting to BECOME THE THIRD but contributing nothing! And no old school hypocrite-hetero, religiously-confused, politically-populist attitudes. say no more, hush my mouth) Amateurs and newbies with goo-goo eyes for just one over the other. Typically confirmed after the first or second trick session... (really more into ONE-ON-ONE even passed the first hookup), aka aspiring monogamists, guys with evasive attitudes towards one or the other, partner-poachers wanting to BE WITH ONE of us in a relationship... And for me the all-time dislike... the sneaking around, avoiding me, not responding at all (as an alleged REAL FRIENDLY would and hitting up on my partner when a certain one I'm thinking of, a congenital CHEATER (ex-Jehova cultist) knows I'm asleep. Dumb motherfuckers could HAVE THEIR COCK AND EAT IT TOO but seemingly needs the thrill of being a snake!

It’s easier to have an open relationship than to deal with the stress of getting caught cheating. The times I cheated that was on a bf who only liked vanilla sex. I love assplay, and he just wouldn’t engage in it—so, after a long time of not getting any, I found someone when on a work trip and it blew my mind. I had to keep feeling that level of pleasure—so I kept on cheating for assplay. Once I broke up with my bf, I decided one quality I needed to have for any future bf was no sexual hangups. That rule has worked well.

Cheating is fun though...

haha I would def not be sleepingggg

I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

I wish I could find a place near me to try being stuck in a wall with my boipussy wide open like the czechfantasy vids like a gloryhole but I’m completely stuck bent over or held open until I’m untied when they’re all satisfied

I would add that I've had success mixing Crisco w/ X-Lube for long-term use. As for the plug, train, train, train. You've got to put something in your ass every day. And for plug training I'll use a smaller plug and sit on it for about 20-30 minutes. It's the sitting your entire body weight on it that forces your rectum to accommodate it. Then I'll progress to a stretching routine and I'll either start with a Topped Toys Grip, or their new Post: 10 reps up and down, rest 30 seconds 20 reps up and down, rest 30 seconds 40 reps up and down, rest 1 minute Then, with the same plug: 10 reps all the way down, all the way out 20 reps all the way down, all the way out 30 reps all the way down, all the way out At this point I'm either feeling pretty good and I stand up and walk around with, or you could go to sleep, or whatever. If my hole is now crazy hungry, I size up and walk around. It's all about working this muscle like you would any other at the gym. And you have to be consistent and not overly ambitious with the size. I find it easy to size up after about 2 weeks of steady training this way, and if I take a break it 's time to start all over.

Getting Away, Part 2 Matt is getting dressed for the Moonlight Swim and camp fire. Paul comes out of the bathroom and says, “Who did you clean out for?” Matt blushes a bit. Paul slaps Matt’s ass and says, “The enema in the shower was a good clue.” Matt says, “You know me, I always like to be prepared. But, I am hoping to have some fun tonight. There are a lot of hot guys here.” Paul says, “I already got some this afternoon. A cute college guy who is here this weekend with his roommates. Apparently the roommates are all bottoms.” Paul chuckles and says, “That is going to just be a disaster when they get back to campus and are competing for the same pool of available tops.” Matt always enjoys the way Paul revels in being a top. The top to bottom ratio almost always favors the tops wherever they are. Paul takes advantage of it and likes to have bottoms compete for his attention. Paul is already dressed in a bathing suit and open shirt and flip flops. Matt is still trying to decide what to wear. He wants to wear the white speedos to show off for Snake, but he knows that no one will see the effects of them at night. He has a really skimpy blue pair, but those don’t seem right. He also has a bathing suit that ties in the front like football pants. Paul is lounging in the living room watching Matt pick out an outfit. Paul starts teasing Matt about how much time he’s taking. Paul says, “Will it help you decide if I fuck you? Your naked ass is turning me on.” Matt laughs and says, “Fuck off.” Matt decides on the blue speedos with some shorts over them and an open shirt. Matt puts some condoms in his shorts pockets and says, “Ok. I’m ready.” Paul says, “What are the condoms for?” Matt says, “I don’t really know anyone here and I don’t know……I kinda feel like I should play safe.” Paul shrugs and says, “Whatever makes you happy.” The boys start walking to the Moonlight Swim. Matt asks Paul if he wants a condom and Paul says, “No. That college twink let me blow my load up his ass earlier. I’m going to see how many other bottoms have my cum in their ass by the end of the weekend.” Matt chuckles and calls Paul a slut. Paul says, “Bottoms can do what you are doing and bring condoms, ask me to wear them, etc. But I bet most won’t this weekend. Just like the guys we know from the bars. I can’t remember the last time a bottom who asked me to wrap it up. Probably that 35-year-old dude I fucked from AOL a couple times last year. He was so gorgeous, but that condom thing was annoying.” Matt chuckles and says, “That guy was fucking ridiculously hot. I remember when we met him. I thought you were going to actually drool on him.” They laugh. As they near the pool, Matt feels self-conscious about his outfit. He asks Paul how he looks and Paul says, “Matt you look great. As always.” Matt says, “I think I should wear the football tie trunks. I’m going to run back and change.” Paul shrugs and watches Matt run back to the cabin. Paul goes to the pool area and starts to mingle. In a couple minutes, Paul has a drink in his hand and is chatting with some of the guys. Matt gets back to the cabin, strips off and puts on the other trunks and a different shirt and at the last minute decides to put on sneakers because he has a feeling he’s going to wind up in the woods later tonight. Matt smiles, grabs his towel, and runs out the door. Matt jogs back to the pool area. The music is on, Matt finds Paul and gets introduced to a few guys. Matt doesn’t see Snake around and is a bit disappointed, but there are plenty of other guys to flirt with. Matt decides that Paul was right….no one knows Matt here. He doesn’t have the same stigma as a bareback slut, cumdump, bottom whore, etc that he has back home. For the first time in a while, Matt feels like no one is judging him. As the night goes on, Matt gets in the pool and realizes how handsy the moonlight swim is going to be each night. Guys have rubbed his ass, brushed his cock, stroked his chest and abs, massaged his shoulders. Matt is enjoying the attention. He even allowed a guy to loosen the ties on his trunks and stroke his cock as he rubbed his ass on the guys barely concealed speedo clad cock. It was only seeing Snake walk through the area that kept Matt’s trunks on. Snake walked through sweaty and dirty and had a smear of soot or something on his clothes and on his cheek. Matt’s cock jumped on seeing Snake. Matt got out of the pool, retied his trunks, grabbed his towel and walked over to the fire pit area. Snake smiled seeing his prey walking toward him. Snake thought to himself, “this hot twink is going to be the easiest guy I’ve turned out all summer.” The other couple guys at the fire pit were regulars at the camp site. They saw the sexy twink walking toward them and hoped this was Snake’s weekend project. Snake introduced Matt around to the guys. Snake went off to get some more wood and pile it nearby for ready access during the fire pit. Snake leans into Matt and says, “If I get enough wood for the fire pit now, we can sneak away and they won’t be looking for me to get more wood for awhile.” Matt asks if Snake needs some help. Snake says “Naw babe. Carrying all this wood keeps me in shape for you.” The guys all laugh at that. Matt talks with the other guys as they watch Snake bring over some more wood. A bit later some twink comes over to the group looking annoyed and asking for Snake. One of the guys says, “Here’s trouble.” The guys point toward Snake who is carrying more wood toward the fire pit. The twink walks right up to Snake and starts talking to him. He looks really upset. Matt is watching and curious about what he sees and is getting anxious. Matt starts thinking that, like Paul says, this twink might be in competition for “his top.” The guys Matt is standing with see that Matt is getting anxious. One says, “Don’t worry kid. Snake is monogamous with his weekenders.” Another says, “Yeah. One guy each weekend.” They all laugh. “One bottom anyway,” says another. Then the first guy looks at the last guy who spoke and says, “When were you his bottom? One July weekend last summer.” Still laughing that guy says, “That was one fucking wild and slutty weekend.” Matt is not laughing. He is just staring at the guys now. The July bottom sees that Matt is not enjoying the conversation and he pulls Matt aside. “Hey. Don’t think about things too much,” he says, “Sure. Snake has a reputation of getting around, but it’s all in good fun. You are up for the weekend. He works here. It’s not like you thought this was going to be your new boyfriend right?” Matt says, “Yeah. I mean I guess you’re right. It’s just weird hearing that I’m a piece of meat to Snake.” July bottom says, “Aren’t you treating Snake the same way though? Were you going to send him love poems on Monday?” He smiles at Matt, then continues. “If you get upset about casual sex, you’ll end up being like that guy over there all sad that Snake isn’t going to stuff his holes all weekend. Or you can just go with the flow and have fun.” Matt shrugs. He supposes that the guy is right about all this, but he can’t help feeling a little disturbed by the whole thing. July bottom rubs his hand down Matt’s back to the top of his swimsuit and says, “Or we could have some fun. I’m not as big as Snake, but I fuck ass really well.” Matt looks at the guy, early 30s, trim build and a thin, angular face. Matt considers the offer, but then thinks about Snake’s cock. Matt says, “Can I take a raincheck?” They both laugh. Matt feels okay again about things. He is calming down. In his own mind, Matt realizes he was judging Snake for being a slut. Which is the exact same thing Matt is upset about guys judging him for being. Matt decides to let Snake fuck him. Besides, he brought condoms. No problems there. The fire pit starts and there is some guy from the camp site in charge. When the fire gets going, Matt sees Snake go to the guy in charge and talk. Snake comes over and says, “Come meet my boss. Then we can get away for a few minutes.” Matt comes over to meet the boss. He says his name is Richard, not Rich or Richie, or whatever. The guy welcomes Matt to the camp site and asks if Matt is having a good time. Matt says yes and that everyone is so friendly. Richard says, “Matt, have you ever been in a place filled with gay men who weren’t friendly toward you? You are young, attractive and have an awesome body that you are showing off tonight. I think everyone in the camp site would love to fuck you.” Matt blushes but doesn’t know what to say. Richard turns to Snake and says, “Adrian I need you back in 20 minutes or so. There is something causing the wood to burn fast. I think the fire is getting too much air.” Matt follows Snake/Adrian away from the fire pit. They walk until they are in a dark part of the grounds, not as far as the woods, they can’t see the crowd really, but they can make out figures and hear the music and hum of the conversation. Snake says, “Damn you look so sexy in this swimsuit. I always wanted to fuck a guy wearing those football pants.” He pulls at the strings. Snake leans in and kisses Matt for the first time. Matt reaches out and rubs Snake’s muscled arms. Snake gets Matt’s strings/laces open and says, “Take those off.” Snake takes Matt’s towel and lies it on the grass. Snake takes off his shorts and boxers and lies down. Matt gets out of his swimsuit and now, naked except for his sneakers he bends over to take Snake’s fat cock into his mouth again. Snake lies back and looks at the stars and says, “Fuck there is that great mouth again.” Matt takes encouragement from his top and starts really going to town on Snake’s cock. Taking it all the way into his throat, choking on it some, his spit coating the cock. A few minutes in, Snake says, “Babe. You gonna give me that ass?” Matt grabs his swimsuit to get a condom and straddles Snake in one motion. His ass rubs on the cock and Snake says, “Yeah babe. That’s it. You want that cock in you right?” Matt says, “Yeah I do. I want to feel you inside me.” Matt feels his swimsuit for the pockets and it’s like a light goes off in his head. He realizes he changed swimsuits and left the condoms in his other shorts at the cabin. Matt says, “Do you have a condom? I just realized I left mine at the cabin.” Snake says he doesn’t. Snake’s hands are on Matt’s slender hips and is rubbing his cockhead on Matt’s hole. Matt says, “I promised to be good this weekend. I can run to the cabin and be back in a few minutes.” Snake says, “Hey. It’s no big deal babe. But I can’t wait for all that. You heard my boss. I need to be back in a few minutes.” Matt bites his lip. Snake rubs his cock on the bottom boy’s crack. He can tell Matt wants to sit on his dick. Snake says, “It’s fine. We don’t have to fuck. If you want to wait until we have condoms, I’m okay with that. I like good boys.” Snake smiles at Matt and leans up on his elbows to kiss him. Matt relaxes into the kiss and Snake feels the inevitable happen. Matt’s hole relaxes around Snake’s cock head and he starts to sit down on the cock. Snake let’s Matt realize that he is letting a cock inside him without a condom. He looks up at Matt and watches Matt’s face as he struggles with the size and his decision to ride it bareback. The saliva coated cock slides into Matt’s ass easily because Matt has been so turned on all night. He looks at the soot-smeared, sweaty face in front of him. Matt knows this guy fucks a lot of guys. A new guy every weekend. Matt knows he shouldn’t keep riding this cock without protection. Matt continues to sit on the cock taking more and more into him though and looks into Snake’s eyes as he does it. The cock hits Matt’s prostate and Matt takes in breath. He has almost the whole cock in him now. Snake smiles and kisses Matt. He knows the bottom boy won’t be thinking about that condom now. It’s the same every weekend, the bottom always mentions a condom but almost always give it up bareback. Snake has watched over a dozen men this summer alone struggle with the decision to forego the condom. The only two questions in Snake’s mind tonight are will he take my load; and will he beg for my load if he takes it. Snake almost cums imagining this preppy twink begging for his load. Snake lies back on the towel and lets Matt ride his cock. Matt is feeling this large cock, larger than Paul’s cock, stretch his ass. He is getting used to it and riding it at the same time. It doesn’t hurt but the size is a bit uncomfortable. Matt keeps sliding up and down and realizes that Snake’s pre-cum must be lubing his ass because it’s starting to slide easier. He’s liking it more now. Matt puts his sneakers flat on the ground and starts sliding his tight runner ass faster on Snake’s cock. Matt is starting to think if he should ask Snake to pull out to cum. Matt is conflicted about it. He knows nothing about this dude except that he has a big dick and is fucks a lot of ass. But, Matt loves it when guys cum in his ass. He’s thinking about it as he rides Snake’s cock. Snake says something, but Matt is too distracted to hear him. Matt asks Snake to repeat it. Snake says, “I’m going to cum soon if you keep riding me like this.” Matt says, “Do you want me to stop?” Snake says, “Do you want to stop?” Matt says, “No.” Decision made. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Snake wonders if the bottom will say it. Most of the bottoms Snake fucks either aren't ready to admit what they want or aren’t slutty enough to say they want the cum in their ass. Doesn't stop almost every bottom from taking his load up their ass though. Matt wonders if he should get off this cock now before Snake cums up his unprotected ass. Matt is totally focused now on the word “unprotected.” He is about to get off Snake’s cock before he cums. Snake licks his hand and spits on it. He wraps it around Matt’s cock. The calloused hands are rough in just the right ways on Matt’s cock. Matt is now totally focused on blowing his load. Matt moans loudly. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt, without a second thought now, loudly says “Cum in my ass.” As he says it, Matt cums on Snake’s chest and face. Matt shoots far onto the grass. Snake, feeling the contractions in Matt’s ass, shoots his load in Matt’s ass. Matt says, “Fuck I can feel you shooting in me. It is so warm.” Snake smiles. He’s pleased that this preppy twink asked for his load. That made his night.

Chapter 2 We got to his place within thirty minutes. Thirty minutes that I had great difficulty to hide my excitement (mentally and physically) in public transport. Jamal didn´t make an effort to do so, but looked so nonchalant about it, that probably less people would give him a second look, while I was red from frantically trying to stuff my erection to the side. Well, if they didn´t take a look at his bulging pants that is. Then they would look more than two times, I swear. When we got to his flat, we practically ran through the doors and up some stairs. When the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall and gave me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I was a bit surprised by how gentle he was. But then he smiled at me and said: „You really need to calm down sexy. You look so nervous! And… well, nervousness is not a good match for trying to fit something into you…“ I looked down for a second, a bit ashamed, but also realizing that he was right. He was obviously big and I needed to relax. „So, lets get cozy first, shall we?“ Jamal asked. Want something to drink? Alcohol? Or I´d suggest a little G.“ I was taken aback by his directness. Had he really just suggested to put a drug into my drink? „Uhm, I think…“ I trailed off, confused. „It´s fine sweety, you´ve probably never tried it, right? Let´s just have a little and then you can decide if you want more or not. I`ll also have some and you can watch me measure.“ It was hard to argue with that. „No worries, I won´t try to knock you out, that´s no fun at all.“ „…okay. Yeah but just a little.“ We went into the kitchen, he prepared some coke and drew G from a little glas vial. I watched curiously. „1.6 for me and 1.3 for you sweety. I´m bigger so I can take a bit more.“ He flexed his arm grinned and then handed me the drink. I had to laugh a little at his display and took my drink. „To a great night!“ Jamal said cheerfully. „To a great night!“ We downed our drinks, it tasted nasty, but we had a sip of coke afterwards, so it was okay, „Lets get over to the sofa.“ Jamal suggested. When I turned around, he placed his hand on my ass and guided me like that to the living room, which made me hard again. The room was nice, clean, with a big U-shaped couch around a table, looking at a big ass TV with speakers all over the room. „Looks like somebody likes to watch movies.“ „Indeed“, he said. „All sorts of movies. How about some porn for now?“ he said with a wink. „Haha sure. What do you like to watch?“ „I´ll show you some, lets start with this.“ The TV showed a big, muscular guy and a twink getting slowly physical. They kissed and the twink started groping the other guys bulge. „Reminds you of something?“ asked Jamal. „Well… I guess you could say that.“ I quipped and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting my hand roam over his arms and pecs for a while, then settling on his bulge and giving it a squeeze. It was massive. He kissed me, more forcefully this time. We went on like this for a while, my hand still on his straining bulge, feeling it flex from time to time. When he let go of me, he put my other hand on his bulge, too, and looked into my eyes. I tried to pump his cock through his shorts, but then reached for his buttons and fly. „Becoming more comfortable, hmmm?“ he asked with his sexy, low voice. „Feeling the G sweety?“ I was a bit startled, but then realized he was right. „Yeah, I guess… feels like… waves? And I´m way calmer.“ „Good! Do you like it?“ „Yeah… yeah I do.“ I said. „Then go on…“ I reached to unbutton his pants and see the monster hiding in there with my own eyes for the first time. When I managed to pull his pants and underpants down far enough, it flopped out against his belly. “Wow!” I just said. I marvelled at it! It was not only big, but such a nice color, with a thick, lighter head and slightly curved upwards with some veins running along it. My mouth watered by the sight. “Haha, don’t just say that. Show me you like it!” With that he took my hand off of him and pressed me by my shoulders down to the floor. Fuck, I love a guy who takes control! I looked up at him and saw him grinning widely. He obviously loved seeing me between his legs, marvelling at his cock. I felt a bit embarrassed, but then he smacked his cock into my face and the thought disappeared into thin air. I saw his dick, his grin, and between those two were his massive pecs, his big body and… My thoughts trailed off. I just wanted to worship this beautiful, hot fucker. “Move your head closer and stick your tongue out!” he ordered. I did what he told me and his scent enveloped me, even before he planted his cockhead against my tongue. I loved it. He smelled a bit like fresh sweat and just… manly. Just then I realized, that he had smeared a drop of precum against my tongue. Fuck! “Swallow that sweety. Get a first taste of my babies in you…” I savored the slight taste and then swallowed my first bit of his cum. Fuck! I realized that I definitely wanted more! He took something from the table and then a heard a click and a hiss. I was startled and looked up confused. He sucked on a glas pipe while watching me. When he saw my confusion he smiled and exhaled a cloud of white smoke just above me. It smelled weird, but not as bad as cigarettes. “Sorry, this just gets me in the mood even more.” He winked. “I guess you´ve never smoked from a pipe like that?” I shook my head. I had smoked from a bong, but that? “No worries, it just makes horny as fuck and doesn’t taste so bad like some other things you can smoke. Wanne try?” Before I could respond, he already held the pipe in front of me and used this hissing lighter. “I, ehm…” “Just slightly suck it when you see the smoke coming out of the hole on top, like now. Go on!” I don´t know what drove me in that moment to suck my first cloud of t into my lungs. Well, I mean… I don´t know EXCACTLY that is. He was still a stranger after all, this was a hookup and I didn’t know what that was in the pipe. In that moment I couldn’t even think about consequences, it all went too fast and I was too horny. But after all, I was between the legs of one of the hottest studs I´d ever seen, sucking his dick and he wanted me to… he was so nice and dominant at the same time, he just pushed all of my buttons. So I just did it. And things started to change.

I had “cum dump” written on my thigh. I suck this thick white cock that stretched my mouth. Took several ass to mouth for it to slide through in my Asian pussy. No lube just spit. It took sometime and then on my fifth knelt to the floor I sucked the dick hot wet and messy. I started to jerk off and it was so hot that I came in my hand.. a lot. I turned around and rub my own cum on this thick daddy white cock… he whispered “it takes me a long time to cum” so I lathered his cock with my own cum and used to fuck my sloppy wet hole. I am slamming his dick which now feels like a mess creampied hole. He picks up and slams in and soon is dumping his fuck raw load in me. He is adding his load to mine…. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and it was leaking down my legs. I don’t think I can not have glory hole sex without using my own cum as lube now…

4. With a squelching sound my hole was suddenly empty. Sir pulled his fingers out and spat into my open hole. I whimpered. “Please… keep going. That felt so good!” “Don’t worry boy, this is going to feel even better. Flip over” Sir said. I flipped onto my back, and the big beast of a man bent over me. Then I felt something warm and hard touch my hole. At long last his cock head was resting against my slowly opening ass. He dropped another big wad of spit only his shaft and smeared it around before saying, “Alright boy… take a deep breath, close your eyes and count to ten. Then let it out very slowly. Focus on relaxing. Ready… deep breath.” I closed my eyes, filled my lungs and counted. One, two, three… At ten I released my lungs and let the air out through my nose. I imagined the wave again. This time even larger than before. I imagined it washing all of the tension out of my body leaving me loose and compliant. I imagined my hole winking open and drawing Sir’s cock inside. I imagined my body swallowing him up, becoming the perfect sleeve for his cock. I imagined myself transformed into his perfect hole. I saw myself changed, my head shaved, my cock locked away, a thick chain locked around my neck. I saw myself remade like my ex had been. I saw myself taking Sir’s fat cock with ease whenever he wanted. I lost myself in my imagination and didn’t notice that Sir had slid his fat cock head inside my hole. “Good boy, that’s it. I’m inside you now. Your first raw cock is inside your hole.” “Fuck Sir. It feels so good!” I opened my eyes and looked up into Sir’s handsome face. “I know it does boy. You’re doing so well. You’ve given in. You’ve got a thick raw cock siding into your tight little hole. How does that make you feel?” “It makes me feel good Sir! It makes me horny! I want more. Please… go deeper Sir.” “Good boy. You know that once I’m all the way inside of you there’s no going back. I will breed you. Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir! I want you to breed me!” He started to push his cock into me very slowly. “And you know that once I breed you you’ll never be the same. You’ll never be the cocky college top you thought you were again.” “I know Sir!” “And you still want my raw cock?” “Yes Sir!” “You know that once you feel me shoot inside you you’ll be hooked. Getting bred is addictive to boys like you. Once they start they feel a real man’s load in their hole they cant get enough. You’ll never be able to get enough.” Between his words, the low tambour of his voice, and the feeling of his cock sliding steadily deeper into me the effect was almost hypnotic. “You’ll be begging me for more. You’ll crave it in your sole. It won’t just be a want, but a need. And knowing all that you still want me to fuck you?” I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Yes. Yes Sir. Use my hole.” “As you wish boy,” and he slammed the rest of his cock into me. I yelled, my eyes rolling back. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body. White light exploded before my eyes. I was lost for a moment, unable to comprehend the pleasure that came for a man’s rock-hard cock penetrating me to the hilt. I moaned stupidly, my jaw slack, as Sir ground his cock into me before pulling back. He slipped back till only the fat tip of his cock was inside me and then pressed in again. He built up speed and force till his balls started slapping against me. Sweat sprung up on my chest, and the smell of musk and sex started to swirl around me. The entire experience was intoxicating. I was both conscious of every little sensation and completely removed from my body. It was like something within me was being rewritten. Sir had been right, this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and it was extraordinary. This was better than any sexual experience I’d ever had. Part of it was giving into Sir and the exaltation that came with that release, but part of it was just the pure physical pleasure that a raw cock inside my hole gave me. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock in a way I’d never felt being fucked with a condom on. All thought of my being a top was being erased bit by bit as he pumped his cock in and out of my hole. “Good boy. It feels good to submit doesn’t it. It feels good to find your place. I can see it on your face. You love being filled with raw cock.” “I do Sir! Holy shit! It feels so good… I… I never imagined!” “I know boy, but now it will be all you can think about. Now you’ve felt how good it feels to surrender to a real man. How good it feels to let him sink his raw cock into your pretty hole. How good it feels to be stretched wide around his shaft.” “Fuck yes Sir! Stretch me out. I want to be the perfect hole for your cock. I want to be able to take you any time you need my hole.” “That’s it boy. Don’t hole back. How does Sir’s cock make you feel?” “I feel good! I feel so stretched. I feel… slutty!” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so free and sexy. Please make me a slut Sir!” “You’re going to feel even more slutty when I send you home full of my seed.” He growled before forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I wound my arms and legs around him holding him close as we kissed. “I’m going to blow my nut in you so deep it will be there all night.” “Please breed me Sir! I need to know. I need to know what it feels like to take a man’s load. I need to be bred.” “I hope you’re ready for what that means boy. I hope you’re ready to give in to being a slut because boys like you cant just take one load.” “Please! I’m ready.” He was picking up his pace, hammering his cock into me. Sweat dripped off his broad frame raining onto me. His face was screwed up, and there was an animalistic glint to his eyes. “I don’t think you are boy. I don’t think you know what you’re committing to, but its too late for your now. Take me load boy!” He let out a roar and sunk his dick as deep into me as he could. I moaned, unable to take my eyes off him as his body convulsed. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I felt a warmth spilling into my guts. I could feel him flooding me with cum. Bliss washed over me. It was the best feeling in the whole world. I’d never felt more connected to someone. I’d never felt sexier in my whole life. My body had made this beautiful man cum that hard. I had done that. I had made him feel that good. That made me feel good. “Fuck, its already happened to you,” Sir said, panting slightly. “What Sir?” “You’re hooked. I can see it in your eyes. There’s a bliss there that only a true cumdump gets when he takes a load. Your ex had that look in his eyes after he took my load for the first time. He tried to hide it but…” Sir shifted and pulled his cock from my hole. I felt empty. I wanted his cock back. “…I could tell. There was no hiding the joy in his face at feeling the warmth of my cum inside his hole. He stammered something about needing to leave, that he had a boyfriend, but he still asked for my number at the door. Then that night, while the two of you were watching a movie, he started texting me about how hot it was and how much he wanted to do it again. By the time you two went to bed he was begging me to fuck him again. He even offered to sneak out after you two had gone to bed.” Sir had gotten up now and was pulling his shorts back on. “I made him wait for it though, till he was truly lost in his cock lust.” “I feel like… I feel like I’m supposed to be mad at him but… That felt so good. How could he not want it again?” Sir laughed, “You already want it again don’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” I pulled my knees into my chest exposing my freshly fucked hole to him. He chuckled again, “Well that’s not how this works boy. Now its your turn to wait. I want you completely lost in cock lust before I fuck you again. Right now you’re still riding the adrenalin of finally getting fucked for the first time. You need to let that subside and give into the real lust that’s building inside you. The lust that will last for the rest of your life now.” “But…” “Nope, no buts. Get dressed and go home… I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

PART 1: Meeting Robert It was finally the weekend and I knew all week I wanted to get out to a nude beach and get some sun, along with enjoy the scenery. I took an extra long shower, making sure to clean myself out, dried off and went to get some shorts on. Since I go to a nude beach I didn't need a 'swimsuit' as I would be laying out naked. I packed my backpack with a towel, blanket and a small cooler with something to drink, threw on my loose shorts, and tshirt, knowing those would only be used only walking to and from the car. When I arrived, I found a spot to park, got my things, locked the car, and headed off down the sandy trails to get closer to the water. I passed several men leaving, along with following some that were heading down the path ahead of me. When I finally emerged to near the waterline I started looking for a place to lay out. I am not particularly crazy about being right in the path of all men traversing the path, not my style, so I headed back behind the bushes just off the beach. After a few minutes of walking I found the perfect spot for me. An area with enough space to get some good sun, but also somewhat secluded, not more than one or two people could layout in this area. Just what I like. I did notice right away that there was a blanket near my perfect spot, roughly 15 feet away I would guess. It seems someone had just been there but walked away for a few minutes as there was a water bottle and a book still open to a page. I looked around and didn't see my neighbor so I didn't give it much thought. I spread out my blank, using my towel as a pillow, put on some sunscreen, and cracked a cold beer before laying down my stomach to read and sun my ass. The feeling of sun on my naked body along with being outdoors always gets me going, it just felt great. I had been reading for about ten minutes when I heard someone approaching through the bushes, a very common sound at the beach. I wasn't really looking for anyone and continued reading my book when I felt someone finally break free of the bushes and I heard a subtle "oh". The man said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here and it startled me a bit". I turned my head and was quickly taken aback by the man standing near his blanket. Here was a sexy black man, his chest hair and pubes were a mix of black and silver. He seems to clip his hair very short I noticed as I let my eyes wander down his body. He was definitely a little older than I but in great shape from what I could tell. I really tried to keep my cool and not let my eyes drift to his cock, but I couldn't refuse and wearing sunglasses I could do it without looking obvious. I quickly looked back up to him face and said, "oh sorry, I hope I am not intruding". "Not at all, glad to have the company. My name is Robert" the man said advancing towards me holding out his hand. I rose up and didn't even notice my semi hard cock as I took Robert's hand. His grip was very masculine and I couldn't help but enjoy his touch. "Great to meet you Robert, Tim.", I said. "Great to meet you to Tim. I thought I was going to be out here all day by myself, so ended up taking a walk to see who is out and about." Robert smiled. I knew what he meant, scoping our the landscape of possible men to meet. At this point I could have sworn he shook his hips a little as his long cock also swayed under it's own weight. Fuck. That is all I could think as I stared. I knew Robert felt me staring because I think his cock jerked to break my stare. Of course I couldn't control my growing cock so I quickly turned around and took a drink of my beer and sat down. whew. I offered Robert a cold beer, which he gladly accepted. I sat with cross legged on my blanket and quickly pushed my cock down so it wasn't standing straight up. As Robert stood there conversing with me it is then that I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his left hip. I thought no...I must have mistaken the tattoo for what I thought it was. "Mind if I move a little closer so it is easier to talk and I can sit, relax, and enjoy my beer?" Robert asked "Of course Robert, please do". Robert handed me his cold beer, turned and bent down to move his blanked close to mine. I noticed Robert's big balls handing low, which is very sexy to me. Once Robert was situation he laid down on his blanked and faced me on his side. His big cock just laid so nicely down to the blanked. wow. I could definitely see his tattoo now and stared at it openly. Robert looked to where I was staring. "Ah, you noticed my tat", he said. "is that a scorpion?" "Yes it is, I got it several years ago" Robert said as he rubbed the tattoo making his cock move with the same motion. I could see his cock started to grow a little bit. "Do you have any tattoos Tim?" "No, sorry. never really got in to them, but I do like them on other men. That is a good one". "Do you know what it means Tim"? "Yes, you are poz, right?" "You are right Tim. Does that bother you at all? I hope not. I got the tat about ten years ago when I tested poz". Robert's cock was standing completely off the blanket now as he lightly rubbed the tattoo. "That is cool Robert. I don't think I have known a poz man with a tattoo like that, very cool". Even though my legs were cross legged, my cock had definitely freed itself and I obviously aroused, actually very hard. "I can see it doesn't really bother you Tim" Robert said as he nodded at my hard cock. With one motion Robert stroked his big cock in a long stroke, back and forth slowly as I watched him, he watched me. Measuring my excitement! Robert continued and said, "fuck I need to cum tonight" and laughed. "Oh I hear you there sir, me too". Robert sat up on his blanked. and was obviously trying to reduce the swelling he had going on. "What do you for work Tim?". I told Robert that I was a computer/network guy in I.T.. "What about you?" I asked Robert. Before answering Robert said "well shit maybe you should come work on my computer at home, it is always giving me fits" and winked. "I work out of my home Tim I am a masseur." "Oh nice" I said, "do you get a lot of business?" "I do alright" he said, "I have my regulars and taking in new business from time to time. Do you have a masseuse or get massages Tim?". To be honest I haven't gotten a massage in a long time and it really seemed to be about time, because they are really relaxing. "I haven't in a long time, but should probably get one soon". "Here, give me your phone" Robert said. I handed him my phone and he entered his name, number, and email as a new contact. "Don't hesitate to text or email if you would like to set something up". He hand my phone back to me and downed the last of his beer. He put the empty bottle in his backpack and said it was about time for him to go. I stood up, now that my cock had settled, and asked how long he had been at the beach. "Just a few hours, but I have had enough sun and I am pretty horny, so need to go home and relax". Robert made air quotes why saying the word relax. I just laughed as I completely understood. Robert pulled his shorts from his backpack, but instead of putting them on he asked for a hug while telling me how great it was to meet me. He caught me off guard, but I leaned in close and hugged him back. He whispered in my ear "great to meet you Tim" as one hand slid down to cup my ass. I could feel Robert's cock growing along my leg, what a fucking gorgeous cock I thought. soon his finger found my hole and just stayed there. I reached down to hold his big cock in my hand and as soon as I touched him, he started leaking, a lot actually, and then his finger slid into my hole. "fuck Robert" is all I could say! "I would love to Tim" Robert said quietly as I stroked his massive cock. Robert pulled his finger from my ass and hugged me tightly. "You should come over for a massage soon Tim". I looked into Robert's eyes, still holding his leaking big black cock, "I will sir". "You can tonight if you like Tim, I am free". "I want that Robert" I said as I let go of his cock and turned around. with my butt up against his swollen cock. his hands went to my shoulders but I reached behind me and guided his cock to lay on my ass. "Tim, you are so sexy, fuck. Please come over tonight and you will get the best massage you have ever had, I promise". "I will Robert, I promise". Robert eased away from me, gripping my ass again firmly in his hand, saying "good, I can't wait".

Being someone over 6 foot tall, I've found most venue's slings to be in an awkard positoin if I'm going to be topping. I'm constantly having to bend down a little bit, and it feels a bit awkward. I'm sure it would need to be set at somewhere near the average height of men, though. I'd rather have some flexibity - like my desk at work where I push a button and it adjusts up or down LOL.

Here is the morning up date on day one. It’s emancipating to focus all efforts and 24 hours on seeking cocks.. While the results are not off the charts, it was a great 24 hours . 35 cocks, 41 total loads. 11 - Interstate 10 rest area 5 Valparaiso ABS 4 Navarre Beach Pavilion 3 Oak Leaf Park 8 Private Hosting 4 Loves Truck Stop I’m well into day two and will post those results daily in the AM

This will be new for me - still don't have a keymaster. Waiting for these items to arrive.

This morning. Knowing we both worked from home we didn't care and bred each other. Our holes leaking for a while. Generally we make love, take our time, foreplay and so on - but today it rained and we stayed in bed a little later so we gave up to pure lust and charged (pun intended) the day with a mutual load.

Sex clubs all the way and cruising as a back up. There's no comparison. I'm mostly into groups and love it frenzied, hard and nasty - everyone plugging and getting plugged and of course, you don't get that experience at home. Apps are a huge waste of time for real pigs.

Part 7 We made our way through the tent area again until I found the right tent where I got my new look earlier. I got a wide smile from the piercer and tattoo artist when they looked up from their current projects and saw me walk in with my cute little new friend. Well now who do we have here? Asked the piercer as he was dipping his needle in the tab full of poz cum about to pierce a nipple. Well boys this little guy came with his now ex who decided to dump him here after promising him his cherry popped and collecting as many loads as he could but the ass said he wasn't manly enough so he left him. "Well I think we could help him out with starting over" came the response from the tattooer over the buzz of his gun. Well guys sorry to disappoint you on the cherry popping but I already beat you to the punch on that but this little guy is looking for more strains and his first bit of artwork and jewelry as well. They both smiled and looked at eachother then back at my friend here and they both agreed that it would be their honor to help make that a reality. The pierced motioned for us to come over to him as he was about to insert the needle he was prepping into a hot studs nipple and he asked us both to help him while he worked. He asked me to help hold this guy down and for my buddy here to suck on his cock some while he pierced him. My buddy looked up at me and I smiled and nodded and he sank down to his knees and started to lick him up and down before deep throating him down to the root in one shot. This sudden deep throating made the piercer moan deeply and plunge the needle straight through the guy's nipple causing the expected yell of pain. My buddy kept pulling back till he was just at the tip and plunging back down in one motion. He prepped the next needle with more poz cum and timed it just right for when he pulled out his cock and went straight down again he pushed the needle in again causing the guy to yell again. Once both piercings were complete and the jewelry was in place with the special cream and wrappings in place he allowed the guy a few moments to rest to get ready for his next piercing. I started to make out with him as the piercer rolled back in his chair over to the tattoo table to play with the upturned ass of the guy getting a red biohazard on his back and to enjoy my buddies oral skills some more in comfort. He reached over and started to probe his ass with his tongue while my buddy deepthroated him more bringing about moans of pure delight from the guy. After a few more moments of this he told my buddy to stop because he didn't want to waste the load that was going to be going into his hole. When my buddy got up there was so much spit running down his face which only made him that much cuter to see and the piercer brought closer to lick his face up and bury his tongue down his throat. They broke the kiss and he rolled back over to continue his work so he could work on him next and then enjoy his hole. The piercer got a few more needles ready as well as the bars he was going to use to give this guy a jacob's ladder to go with the prince albert he wanted as well. The tattooist called my buddy over and had him do for him what he did to the piercer and he was so happy to have another cock in him. I was so turned on from seeing this cutie who was so sad earlier now so happy knowing that he was well wanted as a cute soon to be poz cum dump. When he got down on all fours he had to push his cute ass up in the air and it was all the invitation I needed to get up behind him and push my leaking cock into his winking hole. He gasped with his mouth full of cock and it seemed to drive him even more to suck as much as he could. I couldn't go as fast as I wanted so I took my time and made sure I did nice long strokes into his ass. The tattooist loved the rhythm mixed with his cock being deepthroated without messing up once on the tattoo he was working on. After about five mins of me fucking this cutie I could feel my balls tighten and I shot another volley of cum up his hole. I pulled out of him as the tattooist told him to stop sucking as well to save his load for later as well. We both got up and the piercer called us both over to say he was done with his guy and now he wanted to work on the cutie. My buddy climbed into the chair and he told him he wanted everything I had gotten done but he wanted a jacob's ladder as well. The piercer smiled at his request and told him he would be delighted to help with that. He got all the equipment he would need ready and I stood at the top of him to hold him down and warned him that the nipples will be the most painful and to just breathe as it happens. With that he nodded to me and to the piercer who dipped the needle he was holding into the cup of poz cum again and lined it up with his nipple. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain and the piercer took that as his cue and breached his skin with the first needle causing him to yell out. He didn't wait but for a moment to grab the next needle and dip it quickly and repeated it into his other nipple causing more screams. As soon as he was done my cutie was sobbing for a bit and we both sat there to comfort him for a while. We told him the hard part was over and that the cream he was getting put on them would help with the pain and to quickly heal them up. We were so occupied with his comfort that we didn't know the tattooist was done and that he walked over to where we were and raised his legs up and started to eat his hole. This helped distract him and calm him quicker and in the midst of his moaning from probably one of the best rim jobs he ever had the piercer started his work on giving him his prince albert and his jacobs ladder that he didn't even notice until he asked the tattooist to stop. When he pulled away my buddy was shocked to see the barbells through his shaft and the one through the tip of his cock. He smiled at me and I bent down to give him a deep kiss and told him he took it like a champ. We all decided to take a quick break before he got his tattoos done and he asked if it could be a fuck break instead of a regular one. We all laughed at that and all agreed that it would be the best break ever. They put the sign on their tent that they were taking a break and we all walked over to a tent that was not far from their and saw it was a fucking tent. There wasn't anyone using it at the moment so I picked up my buddy and laid him in the unoccupied sling that was there and asked them who wanted his ass first. The piercer called dibs and went over to the lube table and grabbed a pack and lathered it onto his cock. My cum was still oozing out of his hole so there was no need to lube him up and he went ball deep in one plunge moaning loudly that his ass felt amazing. Once they were settled in I went over and wheeled over a fuck bench next to the sling and knelt down so I was still facing them so I wouldnt miss the show and offered my hole to the tattoosit so he wouldn't feel left out of the fun. He agreed and grabbed some lube and started to fuck me while he watched the show too. This went on for a while and the noises we were all making drew in a huge crowd of guys pumping their cocks at the sight as well as a few occupying a few of the other stations to fuck as well. The piercer was picking up his pace and was slamming into his hole. We all knew he was about to get his toxic load and with one final slam he announced that he was cumming which brought applause from everyone there. The tattooist pulled out of me so quickly there was a loud popping noise from my ass as he rushed over and plunged himself deeply after the piercer pulled out. I watched with lust seeing him squeal with delight at this mans fucking and I was so entranced I didn't know another man took his place at my hole until he slammed his cock right at home in me making me gasp but I never took my eyes off of my buddy getting plowed. After a few more minutes of the tattooist slamming into my buddy he let out a roar that he was loading him up making everyone cheere. He stayed in his ass for a good while and they were making out like sloppy lovers and he asked if anyone had a buttplug handy. The random man who was fucking me pulled out and rushed one over to him and he inserted it with ease. Once he was well plugged the tattooist picked him up from the sling and he signaled for us to follow him back to the tent saying it is time to mark this cutie up even more. We followed them back to the tent grinning from ear to ear knowing what was next.

Last Thursday I was in New Orleans on the Westbank for one night. Instead of my usual ass-up cumdump motel where I have welcomed many, many visitors to my room, I opted for a nicer hotel with a courtyard figuring that even though I carried all my supplies for it I wasn't going to have a lot of time for cumdumping with my planned early morning departure. I checked in at the front desk and heard some cheering from down the hall. The clerk told me it was National Talk Like a Pirate Day or something similar. When I passed the banquet room where the noise came from I looked in and saw a bunch of mostly Gen Z and millenials dressed up in pirate outfits with hats, eye patches, plastic swords, and, well, some went all out. I was amused but didn't think about it as I continued on to my room. A little while later I got something to eat and went back to my room. Already bored I decided to check Grindr when I noticed a couple, both tops, were 156' away so they must have been in the hotel. There was also a 20's versatile just over 200' away, also likely a guest in the hotel. I convinced myself to get up and douche and then see if any of them was interested in a bb bottom. I hadn't changed my default description which basically said "no talking pump, dump & go". Sure enough when I got out of the shower both the top couple and the versatile had been hitting me up. Okay. I can do this. The couple wasn't available for an hour as they were finishing some work business but the versatile was ready to play. After a few texts he was on his way down to my room. I prepped the room door so he could just push it open. I climbed on the bed with my jockstrapped ass in the air, took a couple hits of poppers and put on my blindfold. Some folks do not the bottom with a blindfold but that seems to be the minority in my experience. The door pushed open and was then closed. The rustle of a belt and the sound of a zipper being lowered are two of my favorite sounds. His hands rubbed my lower back as his cock started getting hard moving up and down my crack. He took the lube off the nightstand and fingered some into my hole. He pushed the tip in and started a slow penetration but went fully in balls deep, slightly painful but I knew it would be better in a minute. After a few thrusts, he pushed me forward off my knees so I was flat on the bed. He lay up on top of me and started some very smooth deep penetrations. He only lasted about 8-10 minutes but it was very massaging. I never felt him stiffen or heard him cum when he stood up. I asked if he were able to nut. I heard him laugh and he said, "yeah, three times." I laid there with the blindfold still on while he got dressed and left. I never saw him or his cock but I did my job. I sent him a thank you text and he replied with, "Thank you! I really enjoyed that!" I reached back and fingered my hole. I raised it to my nose and sure enough it had that bleach smell you get from some guy's cum. I knew he had loaded me good. I licked my fingers and went back to the app. My couple was on but said they would be another thirty minutes. I opened up BZ and started reading some more stories to keep me stimulated. Soon enough they were ready to visit me. I prepped the door again and got ready again ass up with the blindfold, poppers at the ready. They came in quietly, took a moment to assess the situation and both got undressed. One came around to the my head while the other decided to dip his tongue in the well. He immediately asked if I had a load in there which I gave a thumbs up. Without hesitation his tonque went back in deep trying to slurp up the remnanats of my previous visitor. As I'm sucking off his partner, the slurping top stopped and put his cock in. It was much fatter than the last one and I needed to pause until he got it all in, especially since the cum and lube had been sucked out of me. But he succeeded and the ride had begun while I continued to throat his partner's cut cock. A good spitroasting relaxes me completely and I was almost limp from the massages. It didn't take long before the one in my ass grabbed my hips hard, stiffened, and show his cream where it belongs. He then stood up and got dressed while his partner came around and filled the void. They were talking with each other as if I didn't exist until the second top emptied his balls inside me to join his partner's load. I stayed in position until they left. I rarely do but for some reason I was curious and looked out the edge of the curtain. Both me were dressed as pirates and were high-fiving by crossing swords as they walked away to their room. I played with their loads, stuck my plug in and fell asleep.

Kevin followed Bill upstairs. He could hear the sound of porn playing somewhere in one of the side rooms and the sound of someone moaning and obviously having sex in another. By the time they reached the small bathroom with the shower and toilet, Kevin was sweating profusely, and his heart was beating fast. He was excited yet scared, finding himself in this unknown environment where anything could happen, and yet somehow feeling he wanted to be there. "Here," said Bill "The cistern won't stop filling. I guess a valve has failed." Kevin nodded and put down his bag of tools. "Okay, shouldn't take long." Bill nodded. "Great. When you've finished, come down for a cup of tea." Then he left. Kevin set to work. It was an easy job to change the valve. He was just flushing it to test it, when the door opened and a tall, thin guy in a towel came in. "Fixed, huh?" He said to Kevin who was kneeling putting his tools away. Kevin nodded and the man said "Great" as he dropped his towel to reveal a long thin cock which he pointed at the bowl and began to piss. Kevin was shocked as he looked at the cock pissing inches from his face. But he couldn't keep his eyes off it as the flow subsided and the man began to rub it slowly until the foreskin retracted over the big purple head and it was erect. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen a man's cock before today, and here he was with a fully erect cock pointing at his face. He should leave, but it was fascinating, and he really wanted to touch it. There was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol on the man's belly. Kevin knew it from hazardous chemicals he handled, but he couldn't figure out why someone should have a tattoo of one. "Suck it." He said. Kevin could feel the heat from the man's cock as he moved it towards his face. "I...I'm not gay." He mumbled. The man laughed. "Yeah? I think you are. You want to taste it, don't you?" With that, he pushed his cock against Kevin's mouth. "Just a little taste," thought Kevin. "No-one will ever know" He opened his lips and slid the cock into his mouth. It tasted smooth and silky. "Yeah, "said the man. "Suck it. Tastes nice, doesn't it?" Kevin couldn't reply. There was a saltiness to it now, and he could taste wetness from the tip. He moaned and found himself giving way to the excitement as well as a feeling of shame that he was kneeling with a cock in his mouth. Abruptly, the man pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth and patted his head. "I'm Sid," He said. "I think you should meet some of the others. You're a good little pig, I can tell. Come over to the sitting room and I'll introduce you. He opened the door "By the way. Lose the clothes before you do, right?" Then he left.

So you're leaving getting what you need out of life to chance? Is there some reason you're willing to leave it to others to decide for you? There has to be more to this issue than you've communicated above.

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Recap: Folsom 2024 - 40 loads in the ass, 4 loads in the mouth. 3 3somes with couples. 2 dance floor fucks and breedings. Exhibitionist style fuck shows and starting sex with @bareback-flipflop at Bull and Jaxx and encouraging guys to load us up. Showing off with a 3some with a hot guy from London and his ex bf. So lots of highlights! Thursday: Just a relaxed style first day at Folsom. AI had a couple fun hotel hookups then a few loads at Prinzknecht. Friday: Biohazardmen party. I had a quick hotel hookup with a couple first that fucked me hard and deep and bred me sending me off with a loaded ass to the party. Went to the party and had a few more loads early in the party when it still was not too hot and crowded in the main playspace. After it got like that I spent the next hours talking to some guys and mingling and some spontaneous sex between, like when that fat dicked German and Mr. Bbflipflop have the bar a show and fucked and bred me at the bar 🐽 I went back to the play space later and got a few more loads to end the night. Saturday: Saturday I did a salt water flush cleanse (when you drink salt water to flush your colon) and fasted of course all day and finally took Imodium so I was ready for heavy play all night and the next day. I had several very pleasant hookups in the day (I just love hookups and being friendly and chatting) and I got fucked and bred by 2 American couples one of which was these gorgeous bearish guys with amazing dicks and great energy. I had 5 loads in me when I went to the pig party. It was a long 80 min line to get in and another 10-15 for the coat check so I was ready to play around 1am I reckon. Now pig party is very cool and an all out fuck fest but it’s so big that you lose all your friends and you just end up fucking a lot and dancing as there are few areas for mingling and chatting. I was taking dick there continuously and the loads kept coming, I could be undercounting them as it’s sometimes hard to tell when you’re in a 3-4-5aome and your hear moans as you’re being spit roasted for 30 minutes. After about 2 hours of this I needed a break so I went around the area and didn’t find any of my friends so I went to the dance floor. I was there for about an hour first just dancing then sort of flirting with some guys (I love the thrill of flirting for sex). I ended up seducing two guys for very memorable touching each other for 15-20 minutes and making out before fucking on the dance floor and getting bred in front of the DJ 🐽😈 I had a couple more fucks after this but was getting exhausted so ended up going home to sleep. Sunday: Relaxed slow start to the day. Ended up having a few hotel fucks in the late afternoon and then went to some sexy ginger bears basement in Berlin where he fucked and bred me (hot!). Then I met up with my new bud from London and his ex bf. They are hot young pigs so we went to Scheune after first chatting and having a couple drinks and we gave the old guys a fuck show where a guest star came in to breed me hard in the middle before the guys shot their loads into my already very cummy hole 💦 The guys went home as they had an early flight Monday but I went to Bull to meet up with @bareback-flipflop. He is really an expert at getting sex started and groups going so it was very hot joining the orgy with him as we kissed and took loads and he fucked me and all sorts of combinations. I believe he also enjoyed felching my super cummy hole at this point so we spent a couple hours in pig heaven. We then took a break and at that point it was around 3am and suddenly the bar filled up with bottoms so we called it a night all fucked out and happy. Monday: Met up with Mr Bb-flipflop for a little farewell fuck at Jaxx where he loaded me before going to the airport. I took 3 more loads there then 2 more at Bull where a super hot cumdump bottom was also taking loads but he was lazy so I got the loads from the few guys there 😂 And now I’m approaching security check at the airport with a hole full of cum 💦🐽 Amazing time 😈🥰

So it was "Seattle Horse" right? We both had memories of this but we couldn't really recall specifics. It was a long time ago.

Part 3 Subject 6 looked up at Carson as he approached the glass. “How are you feeling today?”, Carson asked, as he pulled a clipboard from the wall. Subject 6 looked longingly at Carson’s piercing adorned cock longingly. “I am good Sir. How much longer will I have to stay here?” “Not much longer.” Carson asked him the standard questions he did every week. This stall was designed to be self sustaining. The Subject had everything he could need, bathroom with shower, bed, small kitchenette, even a tv and books so he didn’t get bored. “You know the drill”, Carson said as he put on gloves and took a kit from the table nearby. He opened the pass through, and took a few samples of blood from the Subjects arm, a urine sample, and saliva swab. Next, he opened the lower pass through. The subject removed the grey shirt and joggers he wore, and presented his caged cock. Carson took a key from the wall, and removed the cage. With a gloved hand, he worked a large quantity of lube onto the Subjects cock, and with the other slid a finger into his waiting hole. The Subject began to moan. “Yes sir, that feels so good sir. Please sir, I want to feel your dick in my hole like you promised.” “Shhh, soon boy.” The Subject began to buck, after a week caged and his prostate getting massaged, it didn’t take long before Carson could tell he was about to cum. He took a sample cup, and fingered the prostate harder, almost violently, until the Subject came into the specimen cup. Carson put the subjects deflated cock back into the cage, and logged the samples into a computer nearby. This particular Subject had only been here about a month. At this stage of the trial, Carson really did not need him, it was more for the study than anything. The Subject was a drop out, he failed some class or another one too many times. When he came to Carson it was off of some dating app. Carson had carefully explained the purpose of the trial, and had him sign all of the necessary paperwork. “To improve the human experience”, he told all of his subjects. He flicked a switch, and the blue light disappeared, the glass had turned opaque. He could hear the Subject still panting behind the glass. Carson moved down the barn to the next stall, to see Subject 5.

I used topped toy’ gate keeper. I think they’re amazing. Have you tried them. I wear them sleeping, out at the pool, going to bars and on Grindr dates. Always have a good starting gape no matter where I’m going

3. “What the fuck am I doing,” I said out loud standing in front of my bedroom mirror. It was 1 in the afternoon, I had half an hour before I needed to leave for Sir’s place…if I was going to leave for Sir’s place. I’d gone back and forth with myself for several restless hours during the night and the whole morning. Now I stood, pretending I was unsure of what I was going to do, in just a jockstrap in front of my mirror. I’d never really been one for jockstraps. My ex and I had bought them because we’d thought they might be sexy but it hadn’t done much for us. Or at least that’s what we had told each other. Wearing it now felt right. The thin white pouch clung to my constantly hard dick forming what I thought was a somewhat impressive mound. The thick waistband accentuated my athletic frame, my dense treasure trail leading down from my bellybutton and diving beneath it. I turned to look at my ass and appreciated how the straps held my thick lightly furry cheeks up. I looked hot. I felt hot. I felt like… one of the bottoms I saw in porn. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped into a pair of Converse, and left for Sir’s house. He lived just on the other side of campus, and only a few blocks from the gym where he’d met my ex. I found his house easily enough and then stopped across the street looking at the perfectly ordinary suburban house. This moment felt somehow monuments, like this was my last moment to go back. If I crossed that street, walked up the tidy front path and knocked on his door I was sealing my fate. If I made it that far I was committed, though I wasn’t really sure to what. To getting fucked by Sir, a man who’s face I had never seen, a fact I had only really thought about on my walk, or to getting fucked by a room full of men… what did he have planned for me. In the end both possibilities made my dick throb in my jock. At precisely 2pm, I took a deep breath, crossed the street and walked as confidently as I could up to Sir’s front door. I had almost expected that my ex was going to open the door, naked, collared and caged; but instead HE opened the door. Towering above me was a massive hulk of a man. He had a square rugged face, with dark twinkling eyes, and a thin handsome mouth. A short tough looking beard covered his strong chin. His hair was cut short, though slightly longer on the top and flecked with gray through giving him a distinguished look and an innate air of authority. He wore a white tank top the showed off his broad shoulders and revealed the thick sprawling mass of hair that covered his round firm looking pecs. My eyes traveled down to his shorts and stout tree trunk legs. His shorts were small, fatigue green, and left little to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pointing off to his left. “I saw you across the street, there was a moment when I thought you might just make a run for it… but no… you want this too bad don’t you.” He grabbed his crotch and shook his cock. My mouth went dry and all I could do was nod. “I can’t hear you boy.” “Yes… yes Sir.” I stammered. “Good. Come inside.” He stepped back making space for me to enter. I don’t know if I’d thought I was going to walk right into a sex dungeon or what exactly but I didn’t expect Sir’s house to be so normal. The front room was smartly decorated with a hit of retro that fit the house’s Midcentury vibes. As I looked around more thought I noticed that almost every photo, painting, or piece of art was of men in various stages of undress and often in provocative positions. “Take your shoes off and follow me,” Sir said, and started off up a staircase. I followed him to the second floor and down the hall where he opened a door to a spacious bedroom. “Here’s what’s going to happen boy,” he said turning to face me. “I’m going to give you the exact same treatment I gave you ex. I want you to see how I turned him from your loving boyfriend into my horny little cumdump, and if all goes well for you, you’ll end up right next to him downstairs in the play room begging for loads from me and all my horny friends.” “But he didn’t know that’s what you were doing… did he?” “Not in as much detail as you,” he took a step towards me closing the gap between us, “but I was honest with him. I told him,” as he got closer to me he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, “that once he’d had a real man’s raw cock inside him your condom covered dick was never going to be enough. I warned him that raw cock was addictive and once he had that first load inside him he’d want more. I told him… that, if I was right about him, once I’d bred him he’d be mine… and I was right.” He was right in front of me now, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. “After he took that first load he couldn’t get enough. He was begging me to fuck him again later that day. He didn’t even feel guilty about cheating on you once he felt my hot load inside his hole. Two days later I had him on his back in this very bed desperate for another load.” His hands came to rest on my sides and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. “The next week it wasn’t just my loads he was after he wanted me stretch out his hole help him take cock better.” He started to pull my shirt off over my head. I was putty in his hands. “He wanted me to ruin him. Then it was only two more weeks before that wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want a nice open fuck hole, he wanted me to turn his hole into a cunt. He wanted to have a wrecked cumdump hole.” He dropped my shirt on the ground and started to undo my pants. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain I was shaking. “Then it wasn’t enough to be horny bottom, he wanted me to become a proper sub pig. He wanted to be owned. I made him beg for two weeks, each time getting more and more of his fantasies out of him.” My pants fell around my ankles and I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap hard as a rock. “That’s when he told me he wanted to be gangbanged, to be bred over and over again. That he wanted to be made into nothing but a sex toy, a hole to be used. He told me about how he wanted his hole stretched and trained, to be gaped and fisted. That he wanted to be the ultimate pig.” He grabbed the back of my head and held my face close to his. “But all that started with this,” and he pulled me into a kiss. His tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, forcing my lips apart. I moaned into his mouth and melted into the kiss. I pressed myself against his body. One of his hands kept a firm pressure on the back of my head holding me in the kiss and the other pressed into the small of my back. It was so intimate and yet so forceful. I felt trapped but not from anything I’d ever want to escape. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding myself tight to him. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled at me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat, “Good boy.” He stepped back and pulled his own shirt off and then walked towards the bed. Just before sitting down he shoved his shorts to the ground and kicked them off. When he turned back around perched on the edge of the bed he was completely naked, his beautiful meaty cock pointing straight upright. I stared at it unable to look away. It was even more impressive in person. It was darker than most of his skin, with several thick veins twisting across its taught surface. Hanging below were two pengulus balls, that somehow just looked like they produced massive amounts of cum. Then surrounding it all was a wide dense thicket of pubes the likes of which I had never seen. I was by no means smooth, but this… this was a man’s bush. “Are you just going to look or are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock boy.” I blinked like I was coming out of a trance and said, “Yes Sir!” before kicking my pants off and practically running over to him. I feel to my knees between his legs and reached out shaking hand. His cock felt hot in my hand and impossibly hard. I looked at it a moment longer, taking in the wide shaft, the blunt precum slicked head, and then opened my mouth and started trying to swallow its monstrous length. “Good, good boy. Get my cock nice and wet. Slobber all over it,” he said as I worked my way down his shaft. “That’s it, take that cock,” he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. I struggled not to choke but was determined to impress him. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to make him feel good. But there was something else, and I didn’t realize it till his hand was on the back of my head and I was struggling for breath but still gobbling down his cock… I wanted to show him I was a better boy than my ex. I was so lost in the revelation of my competitive urges that I didn’t notice how much of his cock had gone down my throat till my nose hit his pubes. Feeling the hair on my face my eyes flew open and I suddenly gasped. Except I couldn’t gasp because my throat was full of hard pulsing dick. Sir chuckled, and let up the pressure. I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, my eyes watering a little and thick spit coving my mouth and dripping down my chin. “Good boy, you lost yourself for a minute there and really started to deep throat me. Getting my cock down your throat takes practice. It took your ex two weeks to get that far.” I smiled to myself at that. “Oh you like hearing that don’t you? Are you feeling a little competitive?” “Maybe Sir.” “Like you’ve got a little something to prove?” “I guess so Sir.” “That’s alright, its probably only natural in your… unusual circumstances. Now come on, get my cock down your throat again. Show me how badly you want it in your hole.” I dove forward, even more determined to impress Sir than before. I managed to get about two thirds of the way down his shaft this time before he had to add pressure to help me. I started breathing through my nose, taking big breaths when I pulled back, and letting it out as I gobbled him up. “Good boy, work my cock. It feels good to service me doesn’t it. It feels good to choke on my cock. You can take a little more.” He pressed on the back of my head and the rest of his cock slid down my throat. I gulped one last big breath of air, and shoved my nose in his pubes. I swallowed and gagged, working my tongue around his thick shafts. My jaw hurt. My mouth felt stretched to breaking. For a moment I felt like I was going to pass out and then he pulled me back, his cock falling from my gaping mouth, and I gasped for air. “I knew you could do it. Good boy.” He pulled me up by my armpits and dragged me into another kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. His tongue invaded my mouth. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His hands traveled down my body till they were cradling my ass. Slowly his fingers inched along pulling at my cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he slowly pried my cheeks apart, his fingers getting closer and closer to my hole. When the first digit pressed against my tight nearly virgin hole I moaned into his mouth. My ex had fucked me a few times, always safe, outside of that I had been fucked maybe five times in my whole life and always by fairly average or small cocks. I had no idea how Sir’s massive cock was going to fit in my hole but I knew I wanted it to. “Good, good,” he cooed as his finger pressed against my hole. “Make that tight little hole wink for me. It won’t be tight for much longer.” “Fuck Sir!” “You want my load don’t you boy? You want me to breed you?” “Yes Sir!” “Yes Sir what?” “I want you to breed me! I want you to give me my first load!” “Just like your ex boyfriend, I rubbed his little pink hole for two seconds and he was begging me to shoot my load inside him.” He brought one of his fingers up to my mouth and pressed it past my lips. “Get my finger wet boy,” he commanded. I did as he said and slobbered all over his thick finger. The he took it back and started rubbing my own spit onto my hole. He pressed the tip of his finger against my tight ring, pushing another moan out of me. Suddenly he pulled me up, tossing me onto the bed so I landed on my chest with my ass in the air, he got behind me and smacked me on the ass. I let out a yep and was about to say something else when I felt his stubble on my ass cheeks and his tongue flicked across my hole. All words left me when I felt the warm wetness of his tongue. I moaned and pushed my ass back instinctively. I understood how my ex had been corrupted so easily. This man, he gave off this aura that made you want to serve him. It seemed to override your own thoughts and desires and tap into something instinctual and primal. He brought something out in you that you’d never known was there. I’d felt it even just in his messages, but now that I was in his presence… in his grasp… it was even more powerful. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, burying my face into the bedsheets. He held onto my hips, keeping me in place as I writhed with pleasure. Back and forth his tongue flicked, dancing across my hole, smearing spit all over my ass. I knew he was priming me for his cock and that made it even hotter. “It feels good to submit to me doesn’t it boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, this isn’t just about my pleasure. You need to enjoy it too. Its you giving into the pleasure that will make you mine, that will lead you down the path to being a cumdump. Let go, and let it feel good.” “Oh fuck, yes Sir! It feels so good!” “I want you to take a deep breath boy, hold it, count to ten and then let it out very, very slowly; and as you do, imagine every muscle in your body letting go and going limp. Can you do that?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Deep breath in…” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and held it and then after ten seconds let it out very slowly. I imagined a wave washing over me and as it hit each part of my body it relaxed, all of the tension went away. When the wave reached my ass I imagined my cheeks becoming soft and my hole becoming slack. Sir sensed his moment and pressed his tongue against my hole again. This time he wasn’t just licking around my hole but pushing into me. As the wave continued over me my hole opened for him and his tongue slipped inside. I moaned into the bed. Sir growled his appreciation as he began to make out with my hole. I was putty in his hands. My body stayed relaxed, as if it had no other choice. Sir’s tongue invaded my ass and worked me open. He slathered spit all over me, working it inside of me preparing me to be opened wider that I had ever thought possible. He pulled his tongue back, and I heard him spit. I felt his finger again, carrying a thick wad of spit. He rubbed it on my hole and then worked the tip of his finger past my tight ring. “Same thing again boy, deep breath, hold it for ten and let it out slowly.” Compulsively, I followed his instructions. Breath in, count to ten, breath out and imagine the wave. This time when Sir sensed his moment he pushed forward not with his tongue but his finger. It was easier than I could have dreamed. My hole bloomed open for him and his finger slid easily inside. “Holy shit!” I screamed. “Good boy, good boy,” he said patting my ass with his other hand, “You’re doing so well, you’re going to make Sir so happy. That’s just one finger boy, imagined how good my fat cock is going to feel inside you. You’ll be moaning like a whore.” “Fuck Sir! I want it so bad.” “Want what boy? I cant give you what you don’t ask for.” “Your cock Sir! I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me! I want your load.” “Good boy.” He started twisting his finger around and around, siding it in and out of my hole. I groaned each time he moved it. He spat on my hole against and I felt another finger press into me. I imagined the wave once more and felt my hole spread to allow as a second finger inside. He worked my hole with two fingers for a few minutes and then dropped another wad of spit onto my slicked ass and began to work a third finger into me. He spread and twisted his fingers pulling at my ring. Little by little he opened me, making sure my hole was used to being spread wide. I just lay there, ass up, pushing back against his fingers, and took it. There wasn’t a drop of resistance in my mind as he stretched my hole wider than it had ever been stretched. I had never imagined myself a bottom, let alone a sub bottom. In all of my fantasies and porn watching being stretched open by a burly dominant man with a massive dick had never come up. Yet now that I was in Sir’s presence it was all I could think about and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t imagine not giving in to him.

Part 2 Carson spent much of the day in his office. Since it was a Friday and a long weekend, he decided to duck out at 3pm. “Any plans for the weekend?,” Arthur asked him as he dropped some paperwork off at his secretary’s desk. “I’m going up north.” “Oh right, your cabin.” Years ago, Carson had bought some land in the Maine wilderness, near what was called The Golden Road, a 96 mile stretch of road owned by a logging company. He modestly described it as a cabin. The original cabin was there, but he had since bought more land along one of the many lakes. He had a nice property with a mile long private driveway that led to the Master House on the water. A separate, rougher road led to north to the Cabin, it was really a logging road as well, having been cleared to connect his property. South of the main house was a Barn he had put up. Carson said his goodbye to Arthur, then went home briefly to pick drop off his work bag. The drive took several hours from the city, but it gave him time to clear his head and prepare himself for the weekend. At 8pm he passed through the village on the lake, another 45 minutes later winding his way around he reached the gate to his property. As he drove through, the gate beeped and swung shut behind him. In the city he lived simply. Here though was a different story. He had put a lot of time, and money into making this property exactly what he wanted. The gate was an indulgence and unnecessary, the driveway was a mile long and set so far back from the road that no one could see lights through the dense trees. The only way onto or off the property was through that gate, unless someone trekked to the main road, or came across the lake by boat. As he pulled the car into the garage, the House began lighting up. His first stop was the kitchen, which he had fully stocked. Once a week the wife of a retired farmer came by to check on the House for him, clean and tidy, and bought food ahead of his arrival. A nice woman, and not too nosey, despite being one of those creatures that were born, lived, and planned to die in the same place. Carson stripped and showered, washing the day off him. The shower was the size of a small bedroom, never mind the rest of the bathroom. As he showered off, he admired his tattoos and cock in one of the mirrors, twitching a little at the thought of what the weekend would entail. He dried off, changing into jeans with a black t-shirt and boots. He also grabbed a second cellphone from the charging station next to the kitchen, and a set of keys. His first stop was the Cabin. He drove the ATV 10 minutes up the dirt track. Again, as he approached the flood lights came on. He parked, and went up to the solid oak door. As he did so, the phone app began to automatically unlock the door. He used two keys to unlock the door the rest of the way. This Cabin served as the home for all of his research projects over the last decade. The set up was simple yet elegant. It had servers and hard drives, the laboratory equipment and chemicals he needed. Carson set to work pulling tubes from different incubators and examining the contents, then pulling flasks from others, He looked at them under microscopes, ran partials through instrumentation. The work took a few hours, and when he was done, he leaned back satisfied. He was ready for the next phase of his research, but that would have to wait until after the weekend, when he returned, and Arthur would be waiting for him. Carson left the Cabin, locking up. He then drove the ATV back down the road, past the House, and to the Barn. He ignored the large door, and buzzed himself into an atrium. Here he began to strip naked. He left his boots on, and buzzed himself into the main structure. He immediately had to adjust his eyes to the dim blue light in the first stall. On the other side of the glass door was the most recent subject that had enrolled in his “trial”.

LA-TEX (PART 2) This is the part that gets really blurry. I remember being taken down stairs to first a shower room that had a dim red light. The two staff took off my clothes and one held me up while the other inserted a hose up my ass giving me an enema. After 3 rounds I guess I was pretty cleaned out. Then one of them started applying some kind of oil to my body and they began to put the lower half of me into some kind of shiny black latex catsuit. Before they completely enclosed my body I felt a rubber band tie off my bicep and a needle injecting something into me! Damn! I suddenly felt so horny, I wanted to fuck, and even get fucked, just sex sex sex! The two zippered up my catsuit and let me into another dimly lit red room. Turning me around they seated me then had me lay back into a sling. As they were tying up my hands and feet into the straps, I looked around and saw a latex padded floor, latex padded walls and ceiling. One of them held a latex gas mask in front of me, and before slipping it over my head, he held my nostrils closed forcing me to take deep heavy hits off of a brown bottle. My head was swimming as they fitted the gasmask over my head. Looking up as I lay in the sling, I could see a TV mounted just above me, and it showed the entire bar watching me on the TV’s upstairs. I was going to be their entertainment for the night! Both staff stripped and dressed in heavy latex catsuits, with either a hood or a gas mask. I felt the ass and crotch area of my catsuit being unzipped, and I felt first a finger inside me with a burning feeling. That quickly passed and another hose inserted that pumped a warm slick liquid. As one of them began stretching my hole with his fingers, the other picked up a microphone and said to the men in the bar, “would winning numbers 1-6 come downstairs to claim your prize”.

my story is all over BZ. The short version is i used to be married to a woman. i was religiously conditioned from an early age that being gay is "sick and sinful," and actually believed it was a choice. i spent a large portion of my life trying not to be gay. It didn't work. Ever. One of the worst results is, while married and trying not to be gay, i started cheating... having sex with guys on the DL. For me, it was a tortured existence. i hated myself for lying and cheating. my former wife actually knew i am attracted to guys prior to our marriage, but we were both very deluded and ignorant because of our beliefs, and neither of us really knew what that meant. For me, sex became like a drug fix, it was my only form of affirmation since i was making every effort to not be gay. i wouldn't call them "rules," but i did end up being scrupulously honest and open in all sorts of other ways, trying to compensate i think. Rules for cheating seems a contradiction of terms. Cheating is breaking the rules? To me, what you have created is an illusion. i do not think you have the connection with your husband that you think you have because he does not know you. There is a sizable part of you, a need/desire, that he does not know about. You project an image vs your true self, and he has a relationship with that image vs the real you. To me, it seems a sort of stage play for you, where you are an actor... and he doesn't know that. He thinks you are the real thing. Which, i'm sure you are in some ways, but you are aware based on what and how you write, that he'd be deeply hurt if he knew the real you. You seem fragmented to me, a part of you loves him, a part of you does not.

Recently did. Hooked up with a homeless tweaker. Let him spend the night. Most of the time with his bare cock in my ass. He even talked me into getting spun. Felt like such a pig

Last Friday Night Massage: Was a shitty week at work and pay week, so I decided to spoil myself with a massage. These are hit and miss and I love a massage that ends in me getting bred, but it is hard to broach the subject when the massage is somewhat a legitimate add. Found a guy that does Lomi Lomi massage walking distance from my house, and he is very reasonably priced. Interestingly he charges an extra $50 for kissing and touching on top of the low price which I liked. So, I opt for this and we share a few pic on text along with address. Seems like a nice guy and I hint at my expectations by sharing my arse pic which shows my pig tattoos on my arse and add “I will leave myself in your hands – do anything you like”. And I get a response, “I think I get the idea”. I am looking forward to this massage. I get there and he is a muscly smooth guy with a gorgeous smile. Cut to the massage which is both of us naked and I have never had a massage that uses so much oil. It is amazing. On my stomach my cock is going up and down all the time. He flips me over and starts on my front occasionally wanking me and asks if I have cum already because a leak lots of pre-cum lol. Probably about 40mins in the massage has been mostly legit with the occasional touch. He has done the usual teasing of his mouth right over mine but not actually kissing. Then he jumps on the table on top of me and starts sliding against me and he is rock hard. We are both covered on warm oil. And then he leans in and passionately kisses me. Let me tell you, it is so good it is worth the money lol. He then jumps off the table, swings me around on my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders and pushes his cock against my hole and says, “this is what you wanted isn’t it”. And before I can answer, he slides in balls deep with ease with all the oil. There is no more discussion. He fucks me deep and hard and repeatedly leans in and kisses me as he fucks me. I start to play with his nipples and he lets out a loud growl and starts to shudder. Pump after pump after pump of his seed floods my insides. He stands there for a minute and continues to slowly fuck me as he stays still and then leans in and passionately kisses me while still inside me after cumming in me. He does that for almost 5 minutes before slowly falling out. After a lot mere kissing and shower I leave totally satisfied and full of his seed. Really happened!

YES, well sorta. I would not quite describe the sensation as sand paper but definitely painful. It feels like my guts are going to drop out of my asshole. Sorry to be so crude but latex condoms feel like they are trying to murder my asshole. I get so angry and passionate about this because so many guys stick their murder dicks up my ass and don’t think anything of it. The thing about fucking a cumdump, the very reason we are so easy, is because we love bare cock and want the load! Hello tops, think before you wrap. I will step off my soap box now…and bend over for raw cock.

Part 9 Steven fucked Tyson for over 9 hours breeding his neg ass with 23 loads of high viral cum . I asked him dishing a short break he gave for Tyson to rehydrate with G laced Gatorade what his viral load was the last time he had it tested. He replied over half a million. Most of the poz guys who had fucked Tyson this past week were either on meds and (temporarily) stopped talking their meds to increase their viral load wouldn’t be anywhere near way Steven was delivering in his cum. Hearing Steven his viral load was over half a million copies got my cock hard as titanium. As my brother lay there in Steven’s bed, still high as fuck, Steven started to tell me that he knew he could get top dollar selling my brother’s ass. He was going to be easy to get him up comply since he was a very talented jock who was what being recruited by to colleges to play football. Steven tried to get me to be one of his whores and was unsuccessful. I was already out, already HIV+ and already a party slut for cum. I did agree to occasionally work for him if I’d get a percentage of what he made off my ass. I guess I was the only one of his working boys to ask for money. He you a couple minutes and agreed to give me 20% of what I earned if I agreed to give him 60% of anything I made sling my ass in my own in exchange he’d provide protection. That was easy to agree with giving me ideas of ways to make money. At that time I already knew about Steven’s reputation and the idea of making a little bit of cash hustling was appealing. Steven was quick to offer me 33% of what he he’d make selling my brother’s ass. At that percentage and that he offered it to me right off the bat told me how serious he was with what he planned to charge for his high end clients. It was a no brainer and quickly agreed. Great! I could use him tonight, you too it you’re going to insist on keeping a eye on him. Joe is having one of his famous hotel parties and I could use a couple more boys to service his friends. You've been to his parties before and know how he pays me for my boys. It’ll be good money just for doing what you’ve been doing all week with your brother and it’ll be a good way to get Tyson accustomed to what all new directed of him as one of my boys. I remember the first time I went to one of Joe’s parties, it was the third time I slammed. There were a number of Joe’s guests who like to watch as we self administered our slam and there were others who liked to administer the slam (Joe included). The thing was that none of us ‘working boys’ knew the amount of Tina we were getting. Since that was my first time attending Joe’s party Joe was going to administer my slam. He had my sit in a chair that was in the far corner of the (rather large) hotel suite. I remember tight feeling of the tourniquet and watching Joe place it on my right bicep. I remember the coolness of the alcohol on my arm as a prominent vein was chosen. I remember watching Joe quickly slip the needle in my vein the feeling as if pierced my skin. I remember watching the red register of blood indicating the needle was clearly in my vein. I remember watching Joe slowly pushing the plunger down emptying the contents of the slam into my body. Without warning Joe snapped the tourniquet off and quickly feeling the Tina in my chest as I coughed or hard for about a minute. The next thing I knew my legs were pushed back towards my head and someone was eating my ass and I was moaning in pure pleasure. Joe was the one eating my, getting it nice and wet. Once Joe was satisfied that I was lubed up enough he stood up, placed his hard cock at my hole and trusted all the way in, balls deep. By the morning I had cum so much cum in my ass and was still high and horny as fuck. I made $200 that night, but bad for spending a night spun and getting fucked. If I wasn’t at this party I would’ve spent my own money on a teener and looked for a top too hook up with and P-n-P. With all the shit my parents (mainly my dad) put me through cause of my star athlete brother, I was going to enjoy taking him to one of Joe’s parties, watching him become one of Steven’s whores and making some money at the same time. It was getting late and Steven had to start getting his working boys together and ready to go by 2 am. Although he still had 4 hours to get them over to the hotel, he still had to get ready for the party, as did my brother and I. We headed home where Tyson rehydrated as we both prepared for a night out that would change Tyson’s life as he knew it, although this past week had already changed him (in ways he had yet to discover). You could look into my brother’s eyes and know he wasn’t all there, part of him was not completely comprehending what he was going through. I’m sure the drugs had clouded his mind. I kept Tyson high by smoking some T while and feeding him G laced Gatorade while we got ready for the party. I wanted to keep my little bro in the party mood. As we finished getting ready I requested a Lyft and we headed out the door When we arrived at the hotel we went directly to the suite where the party was being held. We were shown to a back bedroom where we found Steven and his working boys. They were all stripped down to their underwear and I was quick to join them in stripping down to my own boxer briefs. Steven quickly took Tyler a side and introduced him to the other 6 boys working the party. He then instructed Tyson, “Strip. I want you naked when you meet Joe.” While Tyson took all his clothes off I enjoyed smoking with Steven’s wiring boys filling them in on my little brother's past week. They all seemed to get off on his conversion from straight jock to bottom cum dump. I was suddenly pulled away from the group over to where Tyson was sitting. He was now freely smoking a very well packed pipe. I was told that Joe wanted us together when Tyson is brought introduced to the group. I didn’t bother to ask why knowing that I wouldn’t get an answer. I was told to get naked like Tyson as I joined my brother in smoking from the pipe he had as we waited for the party to start. I was then told to get him to switch to sucking Steven’s cock while Joe would tell me what to do next with Tyson. Just as the Tina in the pipe we had was pretty much gone, the working boys were taken into the main part of the hotel suite to service the regular party guests. As they were walking out Steven had us wait as a few of the guests were brought into the room. Joe was with them as I heard him telling the others, “We have a set of real brothers with us tonight. You probably already know Jason, and this is his younger brother Tyson who recently just turned 18.” Joe continued, “Jason has taken his once straight, jock brother and turn him into a cock craving, cum hungry bottom.” Steven signaled me and it was easy to get my horny brother to take my cock into his mouth as he started to deep throat my growing 8”. Joe continued, “To add to all that, I've also been told that he had taken so much infected cum that he is sure to sero convert within the next couple weeks.” At this point Steven presented his stiff monster of a cock for my brother to suck as I heard Joe say, “Watch as the older brother gets his younger brother’s ass ready for him to fuck.” I took these as the direction Joe wanted to see things go. As Steven fed Ty his dick, truly to get him to take more of his 10+ inches I began to eat my brother’s still cum soaked ass. Joe continued, “We will soon be witness to these brother’s incestuous relationship.” It didn’t take long before I knew Tyson's ass was ready to be fucked. I knew I was rock hard after Joe’s monologue describing what I had done to Tyson this past week. I quickly mounted his ass fucking him hard and fast. I knew I could last only 5 maybe 10 minuets before I would blast another load of my poz cum inside my brother’s ass. Steven took this moment to tell Tyson, “You’re going to have to learn sooner or later to take any man’s cock you suck down your throat” as he grabbed Ty’s head firmly between his hands. He continued, “So you might as well learn with my monster cock.” He then proceeded to force his cock into my bro’s throat. I could tell my bro was caught totally by surprise as I heard a garbled sound from him and felt his hole tighten on my cock. His ass tightened so much it caused me to briefly pause fucking him for a moment. I quick resumed fucking despite his tightened up ass only causing him further discomfort as Steven's cock was cutting if his air supply. Joe came up right behind me as I was starting to feel the all familiar feeling of my impending orgasm. I had doubts whether I was to breed my brother since I was a bottom at Joe’s parties. Any doubt was removed as I felt Joe’s stiff cock logged between my ass cheeks as he said for all to hear (including my brother), “Cum in his ass. Breed your little brother. Fill him with your poz cum.” Even if I wanted, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I roared out, “FUCK! TAKE MY HOT LOAD LITTLE BRO!” As my orgasm subsided Steven had already pulled his cock from Tyson's throat. I pulled out slowly not wanting any of my load to escape my brother’s ass. My brother didn’t have to wait long as Joe quickly pushed him onto his back on the bed and pushed his legs back pinning him to the mattress. One of the party goers in the room quickly tired off his arm and, as Joe held still inside my brother’s ass, slammed my brother into orbit. As I heard Tyson cough out hard Steven picked me up an put me on the bed next to Tyson. He then quickly slid his cock balls deep inside my ass. Steven tied off my arm and administered a slam that he said he personally made just for me. I knew it was going to strong and I was right. When Steven pulled the tourniquet off I felt the strongest rush if ever felt as I joined my brother in orbit. I coughed very hard as Steven started to fuck me and in a couple minutes shot his first load into me. Then like he had done with every guy he’s fucked, once he was finished delivering his first load (the first load I’ve taken in over a week) he administered his own slam. After he finished coughing I felt his cock growing in size as he resumed fucking me. I managed to say, “Oh fuck…fuck yeah.....fuck me…fuck me good.” I wasn’t that far our of it from the slam Steven had given me to remember the look on Tyson’s face as he was being fucked by Joe. The look on Ty’s face was a look of puzzlement like he was trying to figure out what was going on as Joe told him, “Tonight, you’re my bitch. Nothing more then a fuck toy for me and my friends to dump their poz cum inside. You’ve what taken so much infected cum you've probably already been pozzed. DAMN BOY! The thought of that turns me on. I can’t wait to give you my own hit load of HIV loaded cum.” I knew everyone in the room was very turned on as my brother was presented with a nice size cock (I'm guessing it had to be around 9”) to suck. Steven looked over at my brother and said without missing a stroke fucking me, “Remember boy, take that cock into your throat and show him how much you love sucking cock.” We then watched as Tyson took that hard cock down to the root deep throating the 9”. I was then given a cock to suck as quickly took the entire cock into my throat. It didn’t take Steven as long as it normally took for him to cum before I felt his cock thicken and then pulse as he shot his second load into my ass. About the same time Joe was about to give my brother his special load of cum. Joe made sure to let my brother know when he was close to cumming. “Oh fuck boy. You’re going to get my load soon, very soon. You want my special load don’t you?” The cock that my brother was sucking was pulled from his mouth as Steven reinforced the question, “Tell him boy, you know you want him to cum in your ass. Just like you did with me, all for his cum.” Joe then added, “You want my gift, don’t you? You want my cum? You want me to breed you?” Tyler seemed to be in automatic mode as he began to say, “Cum in me. Cum in my ass. I want your gift. Breed me, breed me.” Joe couldn’t last an longer as he shook with the obvious signs of a powerful orgasm that ruined his body. I could see that Joe was still semi-hard as he presented his cum, ass juice covered cock for Tyson to clean. My little greedily sucked that cock into his throat as it came back to life to Joe saying, “That’s it, suck me hard. I have more fucking to do.” Steven continued to fuck me giving me a third load deep inside me. I knew that with Steven’s mister cock delivering cum inside anyone’s normal ass, that he delivered them so deep that he need not worry that the cum would lay out when he pulled out. After this third Steven pulled his cock out only to be replaced by Joe.

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I hate chloroform; it always makes my ass sore afterwards.