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Hey guys hope you read part 2 link above. And I hope you’re enjoying the read there will be probably 3 more parts. Part 3 The next morning arrived in a haunting stillness, the air crisp and cool as Alex stirred awake, his head pounding from the remnants of last night’s excess. Fragments of the wild night drifted through his foggy mind, but he couldn’t tell what was real and what was merely a dream. As he slowly rose, the eerie quiet of the house unsettled him—Mikkel’s room was empty. How had he even gotten home? Confused, and feeling a restless energy in his body, Alex stepped into the shower. The warm water did little to soothe his nerves or clear the haze clouding his memories. He headed downstairs, still caught between the sharp ache of his hangover and the strange thrill of his fragmented recollections. “Hey,” came a low voice from behind. Alex flinched, his heart pounding as he spun around. Tom stood there, watching him with a knowing smirk. In the blur of last night, Alex had completely forgotten Tom was back. “Did you have fun last night?” Tom asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “I… I can’t remember,” Alex muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure if he wanted to recall whatever had transpired. Without warning, Tom stood and crossed the space between him in one swift movement, his hand closing around Alex’s ass, firm and deliberate. Alex’s breath hitched, his heart racing in confusion and something else he didn’t quite recognize. He tried to step back, but Tom held him, his touch lingering just a moment too long. “What about this?” Tom’s voice was a low murmur, his gaze piercing. Before Alex could respond, Tom’s grip tightened, and in one fluid motion, he flipped Alex over, pinning him in place. The suddenness of it left Alex breathless, caught between fear and an undeniable, magnetic tension. Tom's lips pressed firmly against Alex's neck, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a shiver through Alex's body. A surge of panic rose in him, and he instinctively tried to pull away, but Tom's hold was firm, his presence overpowering. Just when Alex thought he might break free, Tom went down pulling Alex’s orange shorts down. He then stuck his tongue into the soft freshly showered hole, savoring the sweetness with closed eyes biting and licking those sweet boy buns, lost in the pleasure of it. He got up, and pulled out his cock and started to place it around Alex’s hole, but Alex shook his head gently. "I don't like men," he murmured, his voice trembling. Tom chuckled, his eyes dark with mischief. "You liked it last night," he said softly, his hand brushing against Alex's hard cock filled with pre cum "See? I knew you liked it." Tom bit down on Alex’s neck scared he tried to escape but Tom’s hold was to strong Tom started to stick his cock into Alex deeper and deeper see you like it. Tom than started to fuck Alex slowly but than faster and harder Alex moaned with each thrust. Alex couldn’t say no or escape Tom was to strong oh man this ass feels amazing Tom screamed. Oh man I can’t last too long I’m getting close! Tom said noooo don’t please Alex cried out loud I’m not gay. Tom than rested his head on Alex’s neck as he continued to fuck him deeply and faster ahhhh. I’m gonna cum! take it take my load. Tom shot a huge load into Alex and stayed deep inside him see that was good Tom said with a smirk, that’s when Alex moaned loudly and shoot his load all over the floor. Tom then give Alex a tongue filled kiss. Alex stood frozen, his mind spinning with confusion. What had just happened? How could he let this man fuck him so intensely? He had barely pulled up his pants, the remnants of the bizarre morning still clinging to him when the door creaked open, and Mikkel entered. “Crazy night, huh?” Mikkel’s voice was tired, his steps heavy with exhaustion. “Kim’s wild. I crashed at her place, but yeah… crazy. I’m gonna shower and hit the bed.” Alex was relieved when Mikkel didn’t notice the mess on the floor—the evidence of everything strange and unsettling about the morning. As Mikkel disappeared up the stairs, Alex sank into the couch, closing his eyes, trying to quiet the chaos in his mind. But even in the silence, he couldn’t escape the thoughts of what Tom did to him. Why was it stuck in his thoughts? A few hours passed, but Alex found no peace. His mind felt restless, and he needed clarity. He decided to head out to soccer practice, hoping the familiar rhythm of the game might distract him. But even as he moved across the field, his focus slipped. In the locker room after practice, something unexpected happened. He locked eyes with another player sitting alone on a bench. He thinks his name was Forest Shaking his head, Alex tried to resist the strange pull, as forest up got and went towards the showers eyeing Alex to follow him. Alex closed his eyes and slowly followed and there was Forest he was fully naked hot steam as the water hit his naked body touching himself Before he realized it, Alex went on his knees, consumed by the desire he didn’t understand. He wrapped his lips around Forests cock, he was bit smaller than Tom’s cock and it was the first time him sucking someone it made it abit easier for him. the feeling it gave him was overwhelming his senses, his mind swirling in a haze of pleasure and confusion. His breaths came shallow, ragged, as he whispered, “No, I can’t…” But it was too late he couldn’t stop. The indulgence was irresistible, Forest then picked Alex up and turned him around placing his cock inside Alex using nothing but spit and water from the shower. No words were shared between them, as Forest started to enter Alex more and more deeply the more satisfying, more intoxicating he felt. His body trembled with a strange euphoria. “This… this feels too good,” he muttered, yeah bro I’ve always wanted to fuck you! Forest said from behind him so hot fucking you here in the showers he added. Finally, Alex couldn’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum! Yeah bro cum for me! Ahhhh Alex screamed out loud. Felling you cum is gonna make me cum oh fuck bro yeah! And with that Forest shot deep inside Alex, Forest slowly pulled out and slapped his ass thanks! Alex just stood there for a second thinking how could he how could he take two cocks in one day… What was happening to him? He stood there, panting, staring at tiles of the showers floor he just couldn’t understand. He made his way back home—not Mikkel’s house, but his own. He needed to be alone, to think, to figure out the person he was becoming. The quiet of the night did little to soothe the growing storm within him, a mystery he couldn’t yet unravel.

Chapter 3 So here I was, getting my lungs full of the white smoke, encouraged by Jamal, who was holding the pipe for me. I later found out that he enjoyed this moment so much, getting me full of t for my first time and spinning me out… “Just like that baby, perfect!” Now hold it in for a moment before you let it out…” He moved the lighter away from me and looked at me with those sparkling eyes and a wide grin, while I exhaled. “How was that?” “Ehm, okay I guess?” “Good, just take another one. It takes a bit to get going…” With that he made me take three more hits back to back. And that’s when it hit me! “Whoa…” I looked at him. “Feel it, sexy?” He growled, while putting the lighter away, grabbing my hair and looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah…” I just said. I felt a tingling rising in me, an energy that I couldn’t describe. “Very good sweety. This will get you even more relaxed for my cock.” With that, he slapped his big and steelhard cock against the side of my face and awakened me from my shortlived stupor. “Get to work, come on!” And I did. I got his head into my mouth and then as much of his cock as I could. I wanted it all, even more than before, and I was now sure that I would be able to take it, eventually. “That’s what I love my sluts like!” he sighed, barely audible. I went to work on his delicious cock, I just wanted it more and more down my throat and I made slow progress with each up and down. I Heard the lighter again and after a while, Jamal pulled me up from his cock, told me to exhale. I didn’t know what was happening, but did as I was told, when he put his mouth on top of mine and exhaled his thick cloud into me. He then put his hand over my mouth. “Hold it in for ten seconds and then go down to my cock, get as much of it in you as you can while still being able to breathe and exhale.” I did as I was told, too intrigued to think about it. I took his cock back where it belonged and then figured out where it would still leave me some room to breathe while exhaling. I enveloped his cock into a cloud and looked up at him “Fuck baby, that´s the best sight a cocksucker can make for me down there, just like that. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my shaft and exhaling this cloud around it!” he praised. I felt a tingling. I didn’t know if it was from his praise, the smoke or the combination, but I smiled, as far as his cock allowed me to do and wriggled my tongue alongside its underside as a thank you. “Haha good boy! Now take it all down, come on…” I really tried, but I still couldn’t. I heard moans from behind me and needed a moment to realize that it was the porn, where the boy was likely already getting fucked. I still needed to get there, but first things first… I tried to impale my head again on his shaft and get it further into my throat. I wanted him moaning, I wanted his approval. And I also just really wanted his delicious dick! I was lost for a moment in the amazement of what was happening to me and sucking this hot guy off. That’s when I heard a shuffling behind me. I was shocked for a second, before I tried to withdraw my mouth from Jamals cock and turn around, but Jamal was faster and kept my head in his grip, his cock still firmly inside my mouth. “Don’t you worry Jakey, it’s just my friend Taron. It´s nothing to be ashamed of to suck my wonderful cock, right? He knows it happening all the time, don’t you man?” He turned his head and looked behind me. “Haha sure man. Got yourself a pretty one there it seems!” His voice was friendly, but a bit of a growl while not being as low as Jamals. He stepped few steps to the side so I could finally see him with my half turned head, despite being still impaled on Jamal´s cock. And what a sight he was! Similarly built as Jamal, not quite as tall, though also really muscular, with a slightly darker complexion. He just had a towel draped around his waist, where his cock poked obscenely out in the front. When my gaze went to his face, he looked at me with these beautiful dark eyes among his chiseled face and a mob of curly black hair with a side cut on the left, where he also had a glimmering earring He grinned a bright and sexy smile, that made his face seem younger. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties I guessed, a bit younger than Jamal. But oh fuck was he hot! For the third time this day I realized that I had stared, but this time with my mouth full of cock while a stranger was looking down at me and could barely contain his laughter. “Your face looks just as cute as I thought, but I have to say: Having that thick black dick in your mouth makes you look kind of slutty!” They both had a laugh at my expense, but I also chuckled from his comment, as I imagined myself in that moment. He had a point I guess. Jamal finally let go of my head and I withdrew my mouth, wiped my spit off my face with the back of my hand and wanted to get up. That’s when Jamal intervened: “No need for such formalities baby! You stay right where you are…” and put his hands on top of my shoulders. I was taken aback, unsure what to do. “He has already seen you sucking my cock so you don’t need to get up and shake his hand, right? Just tell him who you are and what you´re doing here.” “Ah yeah I´m jake and I´m here because Jamal… we met at pride and…” Jamal erupted into laughter when I turned my gaze to him. Taron just grinned and stepped closer. “Don´t let him play you for a fool so much Jake. He loves that!” and then fist bumped Jamal over my head. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be angry. But in the next second Taron let his hand fall to my head and started massaging my head with the tips of his fingers. I was taken aback, but it felt great! “I… I´ll try!” I just said and Taron grinned at me again. “Good. You can´t let him have his way with you completely, can you?” I didn’t know what to say. This was just so surreal. I was on my knees between these two black gods I just got to know, being discovered by the one sucking the other one´s cock. High on something, horny as fuck and completely overwhelmed by it all.

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

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.

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

My preference for pissing in ass needs to be discussed in the back room “with enhancements”

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

This is building up to be a great story. you seem to be as addicted to as as I am. I already was playing around in junior high and high school. I was sucking off at teammate when I was 15 and turned him around to eat his ass. I stuck my face up his crack and when I reached out with my tongue, I directly connected with his hole. At that moment I realised I was addicted to ass. I can play with an ass and in an ass for hours. For ass play, I am totally versatile. Playing with a man’s ass is extremely erotic and sensual for me, and one of the most personal and intimate ways to bond with a buddy. Sticking my tongue up his ass is one of the greatest signs of devotion I can give to him.

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

Chapter 3 – The Fun Begins Chapters 1 and 2 tell about my meeting a new guy at a party and then inviting him to my place for dinner. We had a meal and moved to my living room, where we made out, fondled each other, and got stripped down to our jocks. Then, up to the bedroom. So far, we’ve sucked, rimmed, and used a dildo on each other. I’ve just proposed a game to let us learn more about each other. With our clothes back on, I suggested we go back downstairs and get something to drink while we played. We grabbed some juice from the fridge and moved to the back deck. It was still warm enough that we could hang out under the stars, and it was private enough that we could do whatever we wanted out there. I told Jeff, “Here’s the game. We ask each other questions, and, for each yes answer, we remove an item of clothing. Sound good?” He agreed to it, and I told him to start. Jeff pondered his question for a while, then asked, “Have you been to a nude resort?” I had, so my shirt came off. Jeff had too, so he removed his shirt. Now, it was my turn. “Have you had sex with four or more guys in a session?” I reached down to pull off a sock since I’d been in lots of group sessions. Jeff saw me take off a sock, and he did the same. That's good; we’ve established that groups are fun. Next, Jeff asked, “Have you been double fucked?” Well, there went the other sock for me, but not him. When he saw me take off my sock, he assured me that he was definitely up for it but hadn’t had the chance to make it happen yet. Nice, we’re both pigs. His no to the previous question made me curious. “Have you been fisted?” There went my jeans. Jeff looked at me with a sly grin as he removed his other sock. This is awesome. We’re both into fisting! Now, I just have my jockstrap on, and he has his jeans and jock. With no hesitation, Jeff asked, “Do you party and play?” Fuck, this is fantastic! This was the big question I had about him. He removed his jeans, and I sat there for a moment watching him. But then, I had to strip off the jock. My turn again. “Want to blow some clouds and fist each other in my playroom?” Jeff couldn’t get his jock off fast enough. Now, we were both naked, hard, and ready to get into some serious partying. We both got up and gathered our clothing. We threw it on the floor in the house, grabbed some more drinks, and moved quickly to the stairs. I had Jeff go first so that I could watch his cute ass as he went up the stairs. “Second door on the left,” I told him. He opened the door to my playroom, and we went in. “Niiiice,” he exclaimed. There’s a sling in the middle of the room. The wall next to it is mirrored, and there’s a mirror mounted at the top of the sling frame. A bed is pushed up against the wall, and there’s a TV for playing porn. There’s also a computer on a table near the sling with a camera so that we can make our own porn. Of course, there’s a full assortment of toys, lube, poppers, and everything else we need to make ourselves happy. I had a pipe ready to go, so I grabbed it and the torch and brought them over to the bed where Jeff was sitting. I clicked on the torch and got some smoke swirling in the pipe. Once it was ready, I handed it and the torch to Jeff. He took it and inhaled deeply. Passing it to me, I melted it a little more and took a huge hit. We blew clouds for a while, then put the pipe down. Hunger and desire were aflame for us, and we began to grapple with each other on the bed. We were hugging, rolling around on the bed, grabbing cock and ass, making out, and getting each other worked to a frenzy. I stood up, helped Jeff up, and walked over to the sling. “Get in,” I commanded. He sat back in the sling, and I helped him get his feet into the stirrups. Now, spun and knowing what was coming, I sat down on the stool to admire the man, and the ass, in front of me. Jeff looked supremely sexy in the sling. The black leather perfectly complements his light skin and dark fur. He had several tattoos, most of birds. There were some small birds on each wrist, the large one in the center of his chest, and a small flock on his back and ass. I rubbed one of the small ones on his wrist, and he told me that he is an ornithologist who studies songbirds for a living. Wow, that’s pretty cool! He told me what each bird was and why it was important to him. But it was his ass that I was after now. Knowing that this hot man was about to take my fist was stimulating to me, and I wanted to make sure he felt good. Before sitting down, I turned on the TV and ensured that it showed the view from the camera aimed at his hole. When Jeff saw it on the screen, he grinned with pleasure. I was going to start with another toy to open him up. This time, I grabbed the Chode dildo. It’s a little thicker and longer than Drew and would do a nice job opening his hole. I added some Slam Dunk to his ass, prepping it with my fingers, then poured some X Lube on the toy. I held it up to him for inspection first, and Jeff said, “Shove it in me.” This dildo is uncut and sports some veins along the side. I placed it at his hole and, while gazing into his eyes, began to insert it. Jeff instinctively pushed down on the toy to open himself up, and a smile spread across his face as it slipped into his ass. He took about 2/3 of it before I felt some resistance. We had all night so there was no need to rush. So, I pulled it back and slid it back in, adding some twisting this time. Jeff looked to be seriously enjoying the ride, and it went in a little deeper this time. It didn’t take long to get the dildo fully inserted in Jeff’s ass. His hole was accommodating, and the hairs dragging through the lube looked sexy as I moved the toy around his hole. I fucked him with the dildo, using it to open him up for my fist. That was the ultimate goal, and his ass seemed ready for it. I pulled out the dildo, paying special attention to the angles so that the uncut head rubbed against his prostate on the way out. I picked up my lube injector and shot a healthy amount of X Lube in him. With the Slam Dunk and other lube from earlier, his ass would be a well-prepared passage. More X Lube went on my hands, and I placed my right hand at his entrance. “Ready?” Jeff nodded, so I started to push my hand into his ass. Jeff was an experienced bottom, so he knew how to push out to let me in. When I got to the thickest part of my hand, I paused for a moment, rotating my hand inside his hole. This let him feel my knuckles graze across his insides and further expand his opening. Then, I moved deeper inside him. As I went, I would twist my hand around and flex my fingers. This also let me explore his tunnel, finding the spots where there was a curve or twist in his ass. Jeff let me slide in until I was just a few inches from my elbow. The initial insertion went deep, and he took it like a pro. Now, I was going to slide back out. I started to pull back and looked up at Jeff. “Slow, or fast?” I asked. Slow, he said, smiling from ear to ear. He then picked up the poppers to have an extra kick to enjoy the withdrawal. While he was sniffing from the brown bottle, I held my hand mostly still, but once it was capped and put down, I resumed the pullout. I went at a leisurely pace as I moved my hand out of Jeff’s ass. He was writhing and squirming on the sling, letting me know how much he enjoyed the feelings. As I pulled out, I would twist my hand around, use my fingers to massage various areas and wriggle my hand from side to side. All this combines into lots of great sensations for the bottom, and I really like it, too. As with most guys, there came a point where Jeff’s ass expelled my hand. Before that happened, though, I gave him a good prostate massage. It was exciting to see his cock bounce as I rubbed on his gland. Some precum oozed out, and I let it fall to his hairy belly. I’d lick that up later. When my hand was fully out, I inserted my left hand. Since it is the smaller of the two, it went in easily. Before I knew it, I was in up to my elbow. Clearly, Jeff had taken a few fists in his time! This just made me hornier, and I wanted to provide him with an excellent experience. I alternated between hands now. My right hand would slide out just as my left hand started to go in. I’d also switched to using a fist instead of folding my fingers together. Jeff suggested that he take a hit of poppers, then I pummel his ass. After that, he said that he wanted to fist me. That sounded like a good deal to me, so I added some more lube to my hands while he sniffed the potent fumes from the poppers. Once they hit, I started to really work over his hole. Just fists now, going in and out at a pretty rapid pace. I would go as deep as possible, twisting around on the way, then pull out and go in with my other hand. Jeff was wriggling a lot in the sling, so I knew he was enjoying my efforts. He had also reached down to spread his ass as wide as possible for my hands. When he came down from the poppers, he held up a hand to slow me down, then asked me to pull out. I wanted to keep his hole open, so I asked if he’d be up for me shoving a butt plug in his ass. He certainly was up for that. Since Hankey’s doesn’t make many good butt plugs, I selected one from Topped Toys that is unironically called the Gape Keeper. In my experience, it does a very good job of keeping a hole open and ready. I lubed it up and shoved it into Jeff’s hole. Once it was well seated, I helped him out of the sling and got into it in his place. As he slowly stood, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight and seductive hug. He whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear as we embraced. I responded with a deep kiss. Now, it was my turn to take his fists.

Last week two older guys hit me up on sniffies one night. They were in their 60s but great looking. Got at least 3 loads on their patio.. I bet the neighbors saw it.

A couple of weeks ago, someone asked in the HIV Fetish forum if anyone had ever been approached with a line about joining The Club. I told my story there. As I thought about it, I decided to expand it into a story. I hope you like it. This is the first time I have written one. Back in the mid 1990s, I had been playing safe-only for a long time. I had taken bare cock from a couple of boyfriends and one really long-term fuck buddy, but I had never taken a stranger's cock bare. Even so, I wanted more cum in me badly. Those little tastes of bare cock just made me crave more. I was in my early 30s, and I started going to the video arcade at the adult bookstore. One day I was stroking to an older bareback porno in the ABS. I had my shirt pulled up so I could play with my nips, and I had my shorts down around my ankles. The city had made them take the doors off the booths and replace them with curtains which made it really easy to slip into a booth without the guy inside noticing. I head a voice say "hey." I looked up and saw a hot guy watching me stroke. I smiled appreciatively at the young, fit brown-haired stud. "You a bottom?" he asked. I stammered out some non-committal response, but my face was red and hot with embarrassment. "That's what I thought," he said. He stepped closer and began pinching my nips. What little resistance I might have had went out the door with that. He fished a hard 7 inches out of his pants. He let me suck it while he worked my nups. "Let me fuck you." I was turned on but a little scared about sex in a public place. "Um, I don't have any condoms," I said trying to be good. "Neither do I. I never use them." This surprised me. "Don't you worry about HIV?" He smiled reassuringly. "I belong to a special Club. Guys in this Club never have to worry about catching it because we only have sex with each other and special new guys we recruit like you. I know I won't catch it from you. Right?" "Oh no. I am negative for sure." I was intrigued and incredibly turned on at this point. "I would love to join. What do I have to do?" He smiled and said, "You have to let me fuck you now. Then I will go tell all the other members who are here, and they will come fuck you, too. I know I have seen several here already today. You just wait here and take their cocks and their cum. When enough club members have fucked you, you will get the formal invitation." That sounded too good to be true. Without much more consideration, I went for it. He knelt and lifted my legs spreading them apart. He gave me a quick rimming to loosen me up. Then he slid his spit-slick cock inside me. I groaned a little but did my best to take it well. I really wanted to be in this Club that would keep me safe always. I could tell he was really excited, too, but he did his best to make sure I enjoyed the fuck. In just a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load inside me. "That's a great start man. You just sit tight, and I will send the next guy from The Club in." Then he kissed me and left. I thanked him profusely. After just a few minutes, another man entered my booth. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew this hot daddy from around town. He was a short, muscular redhead who was rumored to have a huge cock. "I hear you are ready to join, " he said. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, " I said as a leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. "He told me you were full of spunk, so we aren't wasting time on the preliminaries, " he said as he dropped his pants. A thick 9 inches of uncut meat popped up when he did. He pushed right into me with no lube not even spit. Even with my hole sloppy I felt his huge piece stretching and tearing into me. I took it gladly remembering how I had beat off fantasizing about this guy before. He fucked me long and hard. He shifted his angle to stretch me out and rub hard against my prostate. "This needs to hurt a bit, but I want you to enjoy it, too. Every day can be like this one once you join." I moned my agreement. Eventually he finished off in my hole, too. It felt like a huge load. "That's a fine piece of ass. You keep at it like this, and you will be in The Club in no time." I replied, "That's what I want." He pulled up his shorts and left. Over the course of the next few hours, seven more guys fucked and bred me. They weren't all as hot as the first two guys. One of them had a really small cock, and a couple of them looked a little sickly. But they were all eager to get me into the club. They each fucked me hard and bred me. I hoped I was doing a good job. I did my best to milk a load from each guy, and I thanked them for their help. Finally, the first guy came back in the booth. "Man, you did an excellent job tonight. I think you are well on your way to joining, but you have to take loads from more Clubmembers to be sure." I was disappointed. "When can I take more? What if you aren't here the next time I come in?" He smiled. "Well, you are about to get one more from me. Here's what you are going to do next time. Tell any guy who wants to fuck you that you are trying to join The Club. He will know what to do, and he will spread the word around. That way all the guys in The Club who are there that night will fuck you." That sounded good to me. He dropped his pants and slid back inside my puffy, used hole running with cum. As he pumped my ass he said, "I am so proud of how far you have come in one night. You were so shy the first time I came in here. I am going to give you my number. But I don't want you to call me until you have taken at least 50 loads from Club members. Will you promise?" I smiled and nodded. He pounded hard into me until he shot another load inside me. The next time I went to the ABS, I didn't see the guy who told me about The Club, but he was totally right. When I would tell any guy who was about to fuck me that I was looking to join The Club, he always knew just what I wanted. He would unload inside me and then tell all the other Club members there that night what I wanted. After just a few visits, I made it to 50 Clubmember loads. I still hadn't seen my buddy started me on my quest to join. I decided to call the number he gave me. When the local HIV hotline answered, I suddenly understood what Club I had been trying to join. But the hot guy who recruited me told the truth about one thing; after I got my "membership certificate" from the health clinic, I never had to worry about catching the bug again.

I have many times. No questions asked. It felt so wrong on so many levels that it drove me to encourage them to be harder, rougher and crazier. My orgasms were absolutely insane.

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/

That’s 3 lucky guys… 😜

Moderator's Note: You can't get pozzed by skipping 2 doses of PrEP, so this is being moved into fiction. I'm 30. I've always been super health-conscious. I remember being super scared of HIV before I moved from a small town out East. Now I live in San Francisco. I volunteer in HIV prevention for crying out loud but I've always been thirsty for poz men and toxic cum. I would jack off to videos of neg men verbally getting pozzed all the time. One day I was walking home from work, not a great neighborhood, this older black guy is walking past me, a little roughed up but cleaned up enough. I've seen him walking around on the streets before. I was so fucking horny unknown to him, I hadn't had sex in a month. I felt the energy off him right away, but I knew that had I missed a couple doses of my PrEP that week... "Having a good night?" I tried to be nice. "Yeah, it's nice." "You have a boyfriend?" I laughed, "No I wish!" "...Take me home with you." he said. "Sorry I don't live alone." I followed. "Oh ok." We then walked with each other to the corner. While waiting for the crosswalk he just asked me straight out, "You wanna follow me?" Without hesitating, I said yeah. We walked a block away to this kind of open empty ally way, behind an Office Depot. It's like 9pm. He walked behind a dumpster, I walk up to him. He pulls his pants down and he had a nice healthy looking cock. Not the biggest but thick, thank goodness, I knew I was going to get *something out of this. I got to my knees, and sucked him off. He tasted good, not dirty, clean enough. He was really enjoying himself. I suck him off for like five minutes. We pause for a moment and he asks, "Can I fuck you?" "...Yeah." I said. I then get up, pull my pants down and lean against the dumpster, he then does his best to adjust himself and we both try to just force him in, only my spit to help him. And fuck, he was in and he dirty cock felt like a real presence. He started to fuck me.. raw..this quasi-homeless guy in an ally way, a block away from the shit-hole I lived in. He wasn't too fast, but damn he felt good. A guy probably like 10-20 years older than me. About near the end, we see these car lights behind us. I freak out and look back hoping it wasn't the police. It was this random van at the end. It stalled there for a few seconds before it drove off. The homeless guy keep going fucking me against the dumpster. I then hear these ridiculous moans from him and he cums in me. He sounded ridiculous but I was so turned on. He catches his breath. Pulls out of me. Pats me on the shoulder and walks off, "Thanks kid." Nearly four weeks later, I got my routine checks like I do every three months. They said they wanted to see me.. I was in the middle of changing clinics I completely spaced out what happened a month before. I hadn't had sex since then. I sat on the clinic bed as the doctor came in with a second guy I hadn't seen before, "Your tests came back as reactive.." For a split second the world just froze. I never thought I'd be blindsided like this. They took additional tests and just as they told me, I was now positive for HIV.. all because I missed a few doses and one random night, I said yes to being fucked raw by a homeless guy behind a dumpster. This was months ago now. And you know what? If I saw him, I'd do it again..

Last night, I met some friends out for drinks. I parked my car on one of the side streets and hit a more popular microbrewery. The Detroit riverwalk area has a few straight pubs so we did a little hopping. I had already deep cleaned my ass before going out just in case some straight man got some liquid courage to try some ass instead of pussy. Not having eaten, I took my drinking slow, trying a lot of the specialty brews. A lot. Still, by the end of the night, I had a nice buzz and my friends were ready to go their separate ways. I decided to walk to a nearby coney (fast food diner) to help the buzz subside. I figured both the walk and a nice meal would help, and if not, a nap in the car would definitely help. So instead of taking Jefferson, the main road, I took a side road between Jefferson and the river. It was dark and the cool air felt good on my face. Only downside was the occasional drizzle leading to a light fog. I passed a dumpster by an abandoned building when nature called, I needed to take a leak. As I walked around the dumpster, I already had my pants unzipped, dick in hand when I was surprised to see two guys sitting, leaning against the wall, smoking and with a couple of paper-bagged bottles in their hands. The first guy was easily 6’4”, short curled dreads, dark ebony skin, maybe about 240lbs. Second guy was shorter, maybe 5’8”, really skinny, clothes too big for his frame. Both with beards and I noticed their athletic shoes were pretty worn. They didn’t smell too fresh, but I can appreciate a good man scent, either from gym workout or daily sweat. I’m sure I caught them off guard, as well, but it was two of them and one of me. I explained really quickly with slightly slurred speech that I just needed to take a leak. The big guy was gentle with me and said, sorry man, we’re hanging out here, cops don’t mess with us back here but let me take you around the building, show you a place with more privacy. He put his arm around me, looked back at his smaller friend and guided me to the back of the building. I didn’t get a scary vibe from the big guy at all, otherwise I would have taken off in a heartbeat. As he led me behind the building, pointed out that my shoe was untied. I thanked him and knelt down to tie it. He said he had to take a leak too and if I didn’t mind him doing the same. With that, he undid his pants and pulled out a really thick dark tool, about 7” easily, soft and uncut. He pulled the skin back partially and let loose a stream within 2 feet of my face. I just stopped tying my shoe and stared. His stream stopped but he left his dick hanging out. Gently, he pulled my head toward it and said, “open your mouth.” Without waiting, he rubbed his dick on my lips and pushed in. I could smell his masculine scent emanating from his balls just inside his zipper. I loved the way his ounces curled up tight just above his dick and he continued to massage my head as his meat got stiffer in my mouth. Not letting go of my head, mouthful of dick, I heard a voice behind me, the thin second guy. “Everything good?” “Oh Yeah,” the first guy said. “Then maybe it’s my turn to get a little action,” the skinny guy said. While keeping the first guy in my mouth, the little guy lifted me from the ground to where I was basically bent over sucking dick. The skinny guy undid my pants and pulled them to the ground. He then spread my ass cheeks and I felt a hot wet tongue digging deep in my hole. He continued eating my ass for about 5 solid minutes while the big guy’s dick was rock hard in my mouth to the point I was gagging and coughing out spit all over his dick. At this point, his pants were opened more, belt still cinched, but zipper spread, balls pulled out. Scrotum easily about the size of a medium orange, dick about 8-9 inches, 5 around. So the skinny guy stopped eating my ass and I heard the zipper then a thumping of flesh on my bent over ass. Then I heard some more spit being produced, felt my hole being roughly fingered, and then the head of his raw dick push against my hole. OWWWW!!!! The big guy held his dick firmly in my mouth, which kept my scream gagged as the skinny guy slowly pushed inside me. I had no idea how big he was but either for lack of lube or because he was just fucking huge, I could feel my hole being split open. The big guy chuckled gently and said, “damn, you’re gonna make this guy’s hole into a pussy. Never knew your dick was bigger than mine.” At that point, all I could do was accept the fact that I was being spit roasted in a back alley by two huge big black dicked men. (If my boyfriend had any idea, I would be so dead.) I felt the fucker shoot his first load and continue till he shot a second load deep up my ass. I knew it was a lot because I could feel a lot of pulses as he came. He pulled out with a squishy sound and the guy in my mouth pulled out and said, “my turn.” I had basically been nursing the huge guy since I couldn’t do much with something that long and thick. The skinny guy pulled around in front of me and it was then that I saw his size. I’m sure he must have done some damage because he was easily 10-11” long and I’m guessing definitely over 6 inches thick (my bf is 6 inches thick). His dick was slick with his cum and I could taste the damage he had done to my hole. The big guy behind me said, “ain’t no shame in getting a taste of my bruh before I smash.” And I felt his bearded mouth latch onto and literally chew on my puffed out cum coated anus. He pulled back, gave an Mmmmm, and pushed inside me. While he was big, he was nowhere as big as the skinny guy. So it was a little easier to take his dick, but he still stung as he slid in my damaged hole. At this point, I’m now on all 4s resting on a flattened cardboard box. Thick guy is fucking me from behind and skinny guy has his shirt off, pants down and has slid under me in a 69 position. I’m enjoying his softened dick, tasting a mixture of his cum and my damaged hole around his foreskin and musky spit-slickend balls. All the while, the skinny guy is getting a view of the thick guy, pants now around his ankles, giving me a good hard fuck. If anybody caught us fucking out in the open, we would be in a heap of trouble but the cops had more important things to do. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and I knew they were loaded. He thrust and long-dicked me for about 10 minutes before finally grunting loud and shoved in deep. I could definitely tell that he came because my cum-slick hole was now even more slick as he finished thrusting the last of his juices. Since I was close, I let the skinny guy continue to suck until I bust my load in his mouth. Big guy was still inside me and gave me a little hug, told me, “I could feel your ass squeeze my dick each time you spurted. That was hot.” I sucked him clean and we got dusted and dressed. I suggested that we go to the diner and I could buy them a meal as thanks for the fun time. They gladly accepted and we walked a few more blocks to the diner. We had a good conversation over the meal and they told me they get ass pretty often from guys like me walking from the bars, but I was the first Mexican guy they ever had. I asked if they could do it again sometime and they responded hell yeah, that if I’d be cool with it, they got a couple other friends who could join in from time to time and where they liked to hang out, under a certain bridge and at a certain park. And if maybe I could help by bringing a little something to drink and eat, they would be happy. Deal. Buzz gone, we left and we went our different ways but not before they pointed out my ass had a wet spot. Hot.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

Absolutely! I’ll take any hard cock. My purpose is to be used for horny men’s pleasure. That makes me feel fulfilled. Homeless men deserve to fuck, too.

I will be participating. 3rd year in a row. Husband will be my keyholder.

Don't threaten me with a good time.

@Thoron yes! That's exactly it. I almost always buy the launch size of the new product. You would've thought I'd learned my lesson with the Deep Space 130. I still haven't worked up to that one yet and I've had it now I think going on 5 years. Please don't take my slut card away! But then I have to buy the next size or 2 down as they're released and work my way back up. But as for the MareMaker, they almost immediately released the smaller version, it's usually 6 months to a year later, so maybe there was some grumbling, or maybe the timing just worked out that way. Anyway, I struggled a couple of times with it and was afraid of tearing because of this exact sensation you're describing. So I've been focusing on sizing up the Grips to get the hole more open so I can get the dang thing in. I don't think tops will mind my hole getting more and more open through this process. We'll see.

Exactly. On one of the "apps" the other day, a guy from my general area (ie within 60ish miles, it is what it is down here) messaged me. The conversation was pretty disjointed (we'd leave messages for each other, and each took a while to respond, I get it), but he wanted to know what city I lived in, whether I was single or married, what I'm looking for, and whether I'm a top or bottom - ALL OF WHICH are clearly indicated in my profile. And after EACH of the first three questions, I responded "As it says in my profile, I'm...." By the fourth one I had just about had it. I asked him "You really didn't read a single word in my profile, did you?" He answered with "Yes" and a smiley emoji, and that's when I lost it. I told him "I'm just wondering why you keep asking questions that are clearly answered there. Where I'm located, relationship status, what I'm looking for, role preferences - all of that's in my profile, and yet you keep asking as though it all went over your head. Maybe some reading comprehension classes might help?" I'm sure that torched whatever opportunity for fun might have existed, but honestly, someone that fucking lazy is almost certainly a shitty fuck.

When I lived in nyc, I would routinely go to Central Park at night and look for homeless men. I’d bend over a bench or trash barrel and offer them my ass. They always took it. Sometimes more than one in a night. It was wonderful… giving back to the community!

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.

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

Cheating is fun though...

Tied into a sling, kunT exposed for easy access, hooded, high, and poppered!!

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.

Or just tap back and say “OK, I’ll put you down as a maybe” on a more serious note don’t let him live rent free in your head - he’s absolutely not worth it !

Part 3 I snuck back through my mates window while having a complete out of body moment. Mitch had at it with me, giving some fucking lecture about sneaking off and that his dad would be home at any moment. Another flash of Mitch’s dad fucking Daddy Steve crossed my mind. If only Mitch knew his dad was secretly gay. On que, Mitch’s dad opened the bedroom door. ‘Sorry Scott, You dad’s said there wasn’t any homework there.’ I avoided eye contact. ‘All good. Must have left it at school.’ The next day I went to school. The out of body experience had not shifted. My business teacher Mr, Smith called out to me to wake me up a couple of times in class. The end of school bell rang and I knew I had to head home... Head home and face my dad’s. Knowing full well what they were up to last night. When I walked into the house, it was like normal. ‘How was dinner last night dad’s.’ Once again I avoided eye contact. ‘It was nice son.’ Daddy Steve said casually. ‘Nice dinner at Café Sydney then an early night in. Mitch’s dad popped past. Said you had some homework that you forgot.’ ‘Oh.. Ah.. Yea.. I left it at school. I got it now.’ ‘we best you get to it son.’ Daddy John ordered, while pointing to my study room. I spent the next few months trying to forget what I saw. But occasionally the flashes would come back and I couldn’t resist and wank off to them. I started to imagen what it would be like to be in Daddy Steve’s position. The fear. The feeling. The pain. The torture. The humiliation. The Mind fuck… The pleasure and enjoyment. I shook my head to get it that notion out of mind. Then I remembered some of them saying they were pumping POZ cum into Daddy Steve. Is Daddy Steve POZ? He can’t be. He is so fit and healthy. Nah, not Daddy Steve, I convinced myself. It was coming into August and my birthday was coming up. Turning 18. Coming into adulthood. I should have been excited, pumped. I get to go and get my licences and have a drink without being sneaking about it. But I wasn’t. I was numb. It was grand finale. Yep, my team made it. Not sure how. I was a fucking zombie on the football field. I was sitting on the bench in the locker rooms. All the boys were getting ready. Some were naked, others still in their jocks, I found myself checking them out. But I used all my will power to keep it subtle. But as much as I thought these guys were looking hot. They didn’t quite give me the same fiery feeling that I got whenever I saw My dad’s or Mitch’s dad naked. Something about a man being older made me feel obsequious. Coach Davis come barrelling through the entrance. ‘COMMON BOYS. WE HAVE A GAME TO WIN. GET YOUR FUCKING GEAR ON AND GET OUT THERE!.’ He roared. ‘LETS RAPE THEIR FUCKING ASSES.’ I kept my head down, ‘AND YOU.’ He pointed at me ‘Get your fucking HEAD TOGETHER.’ And he stormed back out of the locke room. Coach Davis was a big guy. Not as big as Daddy John. No comparison. But he was big. He use to play professional football in his hay day. But for being in his late 50’s he is sporting an alright body. 5 foot, maybe 90kgs. Little heavy around his fury belly, biggish shoulders with odd patches of hairy growing everywhere. Sun burnt singlet tan lines (I think he does a bit of fishing on his time off). Short stubby salt and pepper growth, which looked prickly to me. I started to get hard and had to shake the thought out of my head. One of my team mates walked past and saw it poking through my football shorts. ‘Dude. Did you get scared stiff.’ And laughed as he walked off. I quickly throw my singlet over it. Daddy John walked in and suddenly all the boys went very quiet. Daddy John has that effect on everyone. He sat next to me and placed his massive arm over my shoulders. I could feel his weight on me. ‘Hey son. What’s up? Coach said you seemed lost.’ Daddy John said in his burley voice, but with a cool calming tone. I finally looked into his big dark brown eyes. On any other day, when you look into Daddy John’s eyes fear strikes you to your core. And you stand up straight and give attention to every word he says. It does not take much for him to instil obedience in you. Which is probably why I stayed on top of my studies and football… Well, until recently. But not this time. When I looked into his eye’s, I felt loved and supported. I felt like I could open up. ‘Dad… I have to tell you something.’ ‘Please.’ ‘I… I… I saw you fucking Daddy Steve.’ ‘Oh.’ Daddy John’s voice was still cool and calm. ‘I also saw what you did to Daddy Steve on his birthday.’ I dropped my eye’s. ‘Did you now.’ Was a question. His tone was still cool and calm. ‘How did that make you feel son?’ I looked back up to him. That was not the response I was expecting. ‘It… I… I was scare. I feared for Daddy Steve. You were hurting him. All those men… They abused him… But for some reason I… I was aroused by it. No… I was completely turned on by it.’ I dropped my head into my hands and wept. Daddy John looked up at all my team mates who were now dressed and ready. He pointed to the exit. ‘Coach is waiting for you. GO.’ Daddy John’s tone changed. None of the boys stuck around. He rubbed his solid hand on my back. ‘Is this what has been bothering you son? Is this why your grades have been slipping?’ His tone returned to cool and calm. I nodded. ‘Oh son.’ And he pulled me into his chest for a hug and patted me on the back. ‘Oh son. You have it all confused. I’m sorry boy… I think it is time we tell you the truth… time I give you a life lesson.’ I look ed back up at him. Tears running down my rosy cheeks. ‘The truth?’ ‘Yes. The truth… Some I am not your uncle… I am your biological father.’ ‘What?! I don’t understand.’ ‘Let me explain… Before you were born. Daddy Steve was married to your mother. But Steve and your mother were not exactly… Monogamous. Daddy Steve use to get off watching your mother get fucked and bred by other men. Sometimes they would go to a bar and pick up a random guy take him home and let him breed your mother. This would get Daddy Steve wild. And would go as far and eat her out after he blew in her. There were many times when they would bring a few guys over to fuck her. And I believe there was a time Daddy Steve blindfolded her while in a cheap hotel room and organised a line-up of guys to fuck and breed her. There would have been hundreds of guys who put their cum inside her pussy. Easy.’ I was shocked. Speechless. ‘My poor mum.’ ‘Oh no. your mum loved it as much as Daddy Steve did. Don’t you worry about that that.’ ‘After all that. She never got pregnant?’ I asked ‘Not until I came along. Before Daddy Steve become a real estate agent he worked for me. I could tell he had a thing for me. He liked my dominance. Like you, he was struggling to come to turns with his fate… But I am fast tracking. Back to your mum. Daddy Steve had to see me fuck and asked me to fuck his wife. So I did. I fucked her hard. She nearly screamed the house down. The police knocked on the door because someone called out of concern… But what Daddy Steve and his wife soon learnt was that I do not have an average cum load. Its well above average. We weighed it once at 1 litre of cum. And pumped it so fucking deep into your mum she was practically choking on it.’ ‘holly shit! Really 1 litre.’ ‘Yep… A few months later she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with you.’ ‘How can you be sure. You said she had heaps of guys cum in her.’ Daddy John smiled at me. ‘Son. Just look at you. You have the same features as I do. You sharp jaw line, broad shoulders that mimic mine. The way you grin like me, move your fingers like me. Even the way you walk and kick the football… I’ve seen your cock boy. You’re packing a monster like your old man.’ I dropped my head back into Daddy John’s chest and wept. ‘You’re my real dad… Why have you hid it for so long?’ ‘Daddy Steve and I had to wait until you were ready. Ready to know the truth. You see. After what Daddy Steve saw me do to your mother, his mind snapped. He changed. The pig unleashed and he needed to feel what I did to your mum… So I started fucking him. I broke Daddy Steve in. But he was a virgin to gay sex. Barely a finger and gone up his ass. He requested one thing from me. He said when I go in… GO IN. rape me… So I did. He bled. The pain was too much and he passed out. I fucked him hard with my massive cock for about 15mins before he woke up. And he woke up with a hard reminder of what was happening to him. He screamed and yelled and begged and I just kept on fucking him. He literally wept like a little baby. When I fuck. I fuck and don’t stop until I blow. And sometimes that could go for 30mins straight. But Daddy Steve is a sexy man and I finally pumped my load in him within 28mins. I pulled out. His hole was wrecked. It was gaping and red with blood and a fountain of cum drizzling out… I took a photo of it. He now keeps it for memories.’ My mind was in a spin. I could not believe what I just heard. Daddy John raped Daddy Steve. Daddy Steve wanted it. He loved it. My cock went rock hard. ‘you took a photo of it?’ I asked ‘I did. I film us fucking all the time. House is set up with camera’s you don’t even know about.’ ‘Realy?’ ‘Yep… I have a secret cupboard with all the films hidden in there.’ Daddy john tighten his muscly arm around my back. ‘That was the beginning of Daddy Steve becoming the pig that he is today. It is what he lives for. It is what motivates him. It is what makes him confident. This is why he is the best in the real estate business. Daddy Steve is free. He has excepted who he is. And when you except who you are you become invincible.’ ‘I heard some of the men who fucked him say they were poz.’ ‘That’s right son. It’s the only way. To be a pig you need to fully commit. No exceptions. We would take Daddy Steve to beats, sauna’s, cruise clubs behind his wife’s back I would blindfold him and find any stranger willing to breed his ass. Some nights he would get a couple of guys to breed him. Other nights he would get 3 or 4. He always wanted to break his best number. One time I tied him to a sling. Got him so high he passed out and I let whoever wanted to fuck and breed him, fuck and breed him.’ Daddy John laughed. ‘Oh I remember the first time he did that. He was raped and bred by 9 guys while passed out. His hole was wrecked. He couldn’t close it for a few days and had to wear a nappy to stop all the cum and blood from coming out.’ My cock throbbed in my football shorts. This was getting too much for me. ‘But this wasn’t enough for him. He seemed to feel like he was missing something. Then one night, in the middle of a breed session at a cruise club. He was getting fucked by this old man while blindfolded. As the old man started to cum he said [take my charged load]. When he finished he collapsed onto Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve asked him what he meant. The old man said he was poz and judging by your sloppy wrecked hole I may have got you pregnant. Daddy Steve blew a load from under the old man with touching his cock.’ My eye’s lit up. Daddy John continued. ‘Daddy Steve realised what it was that was missing. That feeling of knowing that someone who was HIV positive just unloaded in him. Daddy Steve was then obsessed. He got tested a few months later and was still neg. So we set out on a mission to make sure he was getting dirty loads pumped in him. I would make sure he was completely bound and search for the sleaziest, bug ridden guys I could find… One session I reckon he took 20 loads from strangers, no telling what their status was unless they were verbal about and never even saw their faces. One guy even said he had a high viral load… I have to admit, I was even turned on by it. It was then that he converted. He was converted by who knows what stranger and Daddy Steve was proud of it. It was the only way. To be the pig he was meant to be.’ I pulled away from Daddy John’s chest. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to cum. I saw that Daddy John noticed it. ‘And you Daddy. Are you poz?’ ‘Yes I am. It was bound to happen. I could help but fuck Daddy Steve with all those loads in him. It was magical. The best feeling to fuck a loaded up hole. And boy was Daddy Steve’s hole magical.’ Daddy John has a twinkle in his eye. ‘And all this was happening behind mum’s back?’ ‘Most of it… She eventually found out because she notice that the breeding session she would normally organise with Daddy Steve lessened to the point of no existent. She had you, son. And said she could not live like that and left. We never heard from her again.’ I looked off into the distance. Feeling a little sad that mum abanded me like that. Daddy John rubbed my back again. ‘Don’t let it get you down son. You have two dad’s who love to dearly. We would move mountains for you… But son, you are getting too distracted. Your grades are slipping and your football is under average. There is a lesson here you need to learn. Son, Daddy Steve learnt who he wanted to be. He became it, to its fullest. When you become your true self you become invincible. And that’s what you need to do. You need to choose who you want to be and you need to be that person it unconditionally. But many people get there, but the ones who do,.. Like Daddy Steve, you become unstoppable in everything you do.’ I pondered on the thought for a long while. Daddy John sat there patiently. I eventually turned to him. ‘Thank you Daddy. Thank you for giving me the truth. And thank you for the lesson.’ He patted me on the back one more time and I smiled back at him. I ran out onto the football field to meet my team mates. We played the best game of the season. I scored 4 goals and my last one was the one that won us the game! I was thrown up in the air as everyone around me cheered. It was then that I knew what I wanted to be… I wanted to be a pig. A pig like my Daddy Steve. To be continued

I recently visited The Vault with a bttm fuckbuddy. It’s been my fantasy to see his ass get used at a sex club. Saturday was naked / underwear night and he was wearing a black jockstrap with his firm round muscle ass in display. First guy fucked him and came, I then had to feel his wet hole.. then a really cute nerdy muscular guy approached me, we kissed then he took my hand and guided to his ass, which was beautiful and round and definitely been fucked as he was very wet. That got me really hard and so fucked him while he fucked my friend, I was in deep when he came inside my friend. He pulled out, thanked me and walked off. A sexy big daddy type guy came over and wanted to taste my cock. He had a very big, thick cock which my friend started sucking. I then asked him to fuck my friend’s wet pussy. He turned him around and slid in with no hesitation, deep and my friend was moaning with pleasure as we took turns on his hungry ass. After a while, we took a break. We saw a well known porn actor, he came over and just presented his ass to me, he was so wet and dripping with cum and lube, I had to have his ass. I fucked him till he asked me to breed him, which drove me over the edge and I shot a 5 day load in him. My friend was jealous because he wanted it. On the tube home, I fingered his hole and he said he needed my cum. I fucked him around the tube starting in a small park. It was much needed, but am now addicted to cum hungry bottoms and want more

This. 👍🏼 Thanks @ellentonboy for pointing this out. I don't want to hijack this thread, but as an LGBTQIAS++ community, we're diverse. That means that all of us have different views, perspectives and experiences that formed those views. @PozToxVersPig's original point was not getting why we're fighting each other. Enabling keyboard warriors isn't the answer. Tolerance is. There's already so much infighting among factions of the LGBTQIAS++ community that outsiders view us as being divided. It'd be nice to see us as a more united community that can occasionally have differences of "opinions".

Yeah! Happily, proudly, in love. A relationship we have struggled, suffered, denied to ourselves pretending to be "best friends" and "close co-workers" but the truth is that we loved each other since we met, despite we started having sex 2 years ago. I thought to be in love (and loved) by my first man, the one who took my virginity - only to discover for him heroin was more important than me then. Now he's completely sober, we are still friends but looking back it was caring, it was pity, but not love. Then, the man who pozzed me. A serial cheater I settled down with, just to look the one serious wanting a future with another person. Silly me. Have I loved him? Yes, but it was sort of addiction. Then after diagnosis I stayed with the first man who considered me sexually. An abuser, but my self-esteem was under my feet then. Meanwhile I noticed this man. My "best friend and co-worker" as I called him. He cared for me, wanted to know how my health was, even offered to keep me company in the hospital's waiting room if I needed (my latest ex, the abuser, never did). And now, at almost 50 years old, I believe I have always been WRONG about love. Art and literature draw it like the cliché of "butterflies in your stomach" or to fly 10 meters up from the ground, to be the center of the world and consider someone the center of the world... FOR LIFE. No. Love isn't that. It isn't extreme sacrifice by each other, it is not exclusivity as well. It's caring, sharing, having projects together, trusting one another. How long did it last for me, the butterflies phase? Maybe one week. When we were curious about knowing each other sexually, October 2022. But then awareness hit us: we just needed to say "I love you" one another but the feeling was solid for years. We currently don't live together, we don't feel it necessary.

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.

So true and when one enters you bare, you’ll never want one with a condom again

Did you ever think of shutting up and letting people express their opinions before you try to prove them wrong? It might make some posters more willing to “share” before you get on your high horse and start judging people? Don ‘t think that your constant correcting of people has not been brought to the attention of those above you? You work for free, and I respect that… but I know of a number of posters who are going to the OP of this forum and tell him either you go or we go. Be careful Missy!

The Maremaker's oblong shape lets it get in even if your pelvic width has been reached with a more traditional round shape. But I think it's that same oblong shape that puts pressure down and stretches in a way that a hole might not be used to. Plus, with how it has a gentler flare after the stem makes it harder to keep inside.

There are probably a thousand definitions of love that people on here could make, and I doubt that any one of them is necessarily "the" way to define or describe it. But I'd say it's the feeling that you'd be prepared to sacrifice an awful lot to keep this person in your life simply because you'd rather have them in your life than not have them, even though you're perfectly capable of living without them. I'd note that it requires a certain level of maturity and self-confidence, too - otherwise you could be talking about an infatuation or some disordered form of attachment ("I can't imagine what I'd do if he left me").

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!

Shit I’m addicted to pink pussies and sluts so I gave a couple of loads to a couple of the sluts I have on rotation . But the last load I gave ,today, was to some random slut I met on Grindr. Fucked him outside behind a dumpster about n hour ago. Make the slut clean his Pussy juices off my dick, fucking bitch def is a creamer or it might’ve been cum from the other dudes that fucked him . but either way I Slapped him and spat on him. Made him stay there until I texted him and told him to get up. I Really am addicted to obedient bitches with pink slutty pussies

Well I think OP should pass his DNA, he got a beautiful looking cock. 😅🙊

On day 5 locked in on a trial run this week. So far so good

Yeah, bareback to completion - breeding, is definitely standard. I always expect any new hookups to take my loads. I have never worn a condom and never will. I need to feel my bottom’s asshole milking my cock plus I love the feeling of conquest when I see another man’s hole dripping with my sperm.

4. DO NOT GHOST EVER

I'd love to take one. I have taken a cube of cum twice.

I was so high and horny about a month ago on way back from flip fucking with a buddy that I ventured to an area know to be cruisy near me. It was under a bridge. I ventured under with fear and excitement and stood there wacking off. I suddenly heard this voice asking if I wanted a smoke. So I walked over with some fear to where a guy was sitting outside his tent. He was very attractive. Not what I expected. French Canadian and friendly to boot. Before you knew it I was asking him if he was gay. He said he was a bi top. I told him I am gay and vers and that I was very horny. He smoked some more and then the lighter stopped working so I bent over to grab mine out of my knapsack which I .had placed on the ground beside me. Suddenly I felt his hand grab my ass. Before you knew it he had pulled my track pants down and turn me so that my already lubed hole facd him. He then proceeded to gently shove his rather large cock in my hole while I took some poppers. I was so turned on and horned up that I let him pound harder and harder in my hole. Then suddenly he let out a very loud series of grunts while I could feel his cock pulsing and shooting a very large load in my hole. He said that he hadnt come in a while and really needed that. I almost came that minute but wasnt able to. I told him as much, so he said that hopefully there will be another chance and that he would wait till I cam too. i havent been back since but one night I will check it out again. Perhaps bringa buddy who is as much of a pig,

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

I have had many thousands of blowjobs. Having a very thick 8 inch cock with a huge head, and big balls attracts some amazing deep throat super talented and passionate cocksuckers. One of the absolute best used the handle HeadforHung on the apps. We lived and worked in the same city for a couple of years and hooked up every chance we got. He had me make videos of him to attract other big hung guys. For me it basically can be illustrated by these four shots from one of our sessions. 1) he would lick and suck my shaft as my cock grew fully erect and also lick and suck my big balls, then 2) he would begin to lick the huge head of my cock, around the corona, and then the head and the slit, making my cock so fucking hard and throbbing and then 3) into his hot mouth, first the huge head, then expertly take more and more of my shaft, while going up and down repeatedly, and I would also pump and sometimes hold his head and push, feeling the head and shaft of my cock down his throat again and again until 4) as he could feel my cock begin to ejaculate, he would take it all - absolute ecstasy, and believe me I want to come back for more of that!

PART 2: Massage Time While driving home all I could think about was Robert, his cock, and his invitation. My mind was racing with thoughts of tasting that cock, holding it in my hands again, and possibly having it inside of me. My mind drifted back to that tattoo, 'he is poz' I kept saying, but that didn't ease the strain on my cock, which was hard most of the ride home. When I arrived home I quickly got on my computer and emailed Robert telling him how great it was to meet him today and that if he ever needed help with his computer, please let me know. I wanted Robert to know I was interested without seeming too eager. I stripped down to be naked and sat back at my computer, I now had to browse some black cock on the internet. Within minutes I had a response from Robert. Dear Tim, It was great to meet you too. I felt as though in our brief time we had an immediate connection and I thought about you the entire drive home, mostly good thoughts! <wink>. Thank you for your offer for computer help, as I mentioned mine is always giving me fits so you are more than welcome to help me with these constant pains. ha. Please let me know when you can come over and check it out, tonight is good if you have time. Like I said, I can pay with a great massage that I am sure you would enjoy. Hope to hear from you soon. Robert My heart lept, and my cock started getting hard! I immediately responded to Robert letting him know I could drop by around 7pm if that was ok. Of course he said sure and sent his address. I had to start getting ready and prep myself further for going to visit Robert. After showering and cleaning out my ass once again I dressed in some loose fitting shorts and a tshirt Nothing too constricting as I am sure I would be semi hard most of the time visiting my new friend. I drove the twenty minutes to Robert's house which was located in a nice peaceful residential neighborhood, very cute. I knocked on Robert's front door a few times and turned around to look at the neighborhood again. I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Robert standing in the door way with a big smile on his face, "Tim, great to see you!". Robert was dressed in a white wife beater shirt and thin white bicycle shorts that didn't leave anything to the imagination. "Please come in". I walked in and felt the calmness in his house. Soft music was playing, the fragrance was soothing, and it was very clean. I like all of that a lot. "I was just going to have a glass of chardonnay, care to join me?", Robert asked. "Yes please, thank you". Robert walked to the kitchen and I followed. Robert already had two wine glasses out, pretty much knew I would like a glass, and poured from a chilled bottle on the counter. Robert handed me a glass and thanked me again for coming, "oh, I should show you my computer". I said "sure". Robert led the way on the first floor to what seemed like this office. Robert pulled the chair out for me and said, "let me know what you think"? Robert was standing next to me now as I took a seat, knowing that gorgeous big black cock was right next to me was exhilarating. First thing I noticed on the screen was a web browser open to what looked like Robert's barebackrt.com profile, sneaky devil. Immediately I noticed all of his naked pics and some private naked pics. I wanted to read through every detail and consume it all, but I quickly looked over all the pictures and asked, "um, what are you having problems with"? I turned to look up at Robert while asking, but my eyes never got past his cock that was growing and straining behind the thin white fabric. oh fuck! Robert slowly rubbed his long cock one time and then said "sometimes when I watch videos on here they don't play any sound, and what is the fun of not having fucking sounds while watching fucking videos?" and laughed. "can you show me an example?" I asked "sure". He took the mouse and opened another browser that was on youporn.com, to a video that was all ready to go, a black man fucking a white ass bareback. Robert pushed the play button and I just started at the scene, that made now sound, so he was right. "It is so fucking hot, but I want to hear the sound of him fucking his bottom". Now I was so hard and no hiding my cock either. I fumbled for the mouse, letting my hand linger on his until I took control and started doing what I remembered to get the sound to play. I figured out the problem pretty quick and immediately we heard the sounds of these two men fucking. It was sooooo hot. You could hear the top black man sliding his raw cock in and out, the wetness of their fucking, and the bottoms moaning and begging for all of his top's big black cock. wow! After about thirty seconds of that, Robert quickly paused the video and said "whoa, I better save that for later" and laughed. "Thank you for fixing that Tim, it has really been bothering me. Now, are you ready for that massage I owe you?". "I would love that!". There was just no hiding our hard cocks now, so we just ignored the obvious! haha Robert led me to the basement where he had his studio setup. There were pictures of nude men, artistically done, hanging on the walls. The soft music was here as well, but there were candles burning now in what felt like a zen type garden. "You can undress in that room Tim, leave your underwear on if you like. When you are done come on out and we can get started". I disappeared into the small changing room that had a mirror on one wall, a chair for changing, and a small stand for my clothes. Well, little did Robert know I didn't wear underwear to his house. Thankfully my hard on subsided as I got ready to leave the changing room. When I opened the door I found Robert there, next to his massage table, wearing just a short robe. Wow, he was a fast changer. He placed a towel down for me to lay on and then looked up. "oh nice, full nude, much better anyway". "I didn't wear under my shorts so I hope that is ok" "Oh yes Tim, I think that is the best way to get started. Please lay down on your stomach and I will begin." I got up on the warm table and laid down on my stomach with my face in the hole cutout. Robert patted my ass cheek lightly, "perfect Tim". I could hear him squirting oil into his hand and then I felt his warm hands on me. At first I was very anxious for Robert to just go for playing with my hole, but that subsided quickly as this expert took over really giving me a great massage, my shoulder and back felt wonderful and at times I almost dozed off. With more oil applied right above my ass cheeks, Robert took the time to start slowly rubbing his hands over my ass and then slowly kneading each cheek. Of course his hands were not small so my hole started getting plenty of attention. The pleasure my ass started receiving was incredible and soon my hips were matching his kneading hands and I was moaning softly. I felt Robert's hands leave my ass and he asked, "Tim do you mind if I take my robe off, it is getting a little warm in here?. I turned my head towards Robert and answered "please do". I could already see the huge tend in his short robe. I had to watch him slowly take his robe off revealing that massive cock that was now hard and leaking. once his robe was on a chair, Robert lubed up my ass some more and got close to the table, the tip of his cock brushing my leg and ass. I let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure I was receiving. "you have a hot ass baby" Robert said has is finger brushed over my hole again, but this time it stopped right on my ring....and slowly entered me! Not just lightly this time like the beach, but rather pushing in past his first knuckle. Spreading my ass apart with his other hand. "fucking hot baby, you sucked my finger right in". With his free hand, Robert took my hand and guided it towards his big cock. I started slowly stroking him as he finger fucked my ass. I lifted my head from the table again and turn my face towards my sexy new friend. I stared at his cock and opened my mouth. Robert got the hint and guided his cock to my mouth. I could barely fit him in at first, but that salty goodness of his precum was what I really needed to taste. Robert pulled his finger out of my ass and smacked my ass a little rougher this time, he was now moaning and leaking more. "Tim I really want to be inside of you, please". I took my mouth off of his cock and said "I want you bad baby, please fuck me". Robert stepped away from the table behind me where I couldn't see. I heard a drawer slide open and close. He was next to me again, positioning me on my back with my legs at the end of the table. I watched him move between my legs his cock bouncing and leaking like crazy. Without asking me, Robert reached over and opened a condom, taking it out and sliding it on his meaty black cock. I saw him then get lube and applied some to my ass and hole and then his condom covered cock! He put the lube down, lifted my legs, and pulled me closer to the end of the table. I could see Robert's cock start to soften a little bit. I asked, "are you ok? is everything ok? We don't need to fuck Robert, It is just a turn on to be around you". "oh baby, it isn't that. I am sorry. I have been poz for a while now and don't really use condoms anymore. so using them always takes me a while to get used to and realized not everyone wants to go without." I sat up and put my hands on his chest...rubbing his sexy chest hair. "Robert, it is ok, I do understand, once you get used to fucking raw, how could you want to go back?". with that said I reached down and pulled the condom off his cock, tossing it aside on the floor. I grabbed his big cock and said "since the moment I saw you I wanted to feel your heat in my cunt. Can you do that?" I could feel his cock hardening in my hand, like magic. "Tim, are you sure? I am poz and I believe you are neg." My legs were still up on his arms and I tried to guide his big cock to my hole, let the precum soaked tip touch my hole, "please be gentle baby" is all I said! Robert kissed me deeply and I let my arms reach around his neck. The next thing I felt was his cock head pushing into my tight ring! oh fuck!! that feeling of him stretching me open, wow! I reached down to feel his rock hard bare cock entering me! Robert stopped after a few inches, letting me get used to his size. "Tim you are so tight, I fucking love it". I leaned into Robert, "give me your cock baby". Robert had both of his hands on my hips and my legs up over his arms...he slid out about an inch and then started sliding in more. I could feel his precum was adding to the lube as I got wetter and wetter. I was moaning loudly now, "give me your big cock baby, fuck me good". Robert then pulled out almost all the way and slid back in, one full long motion. "push out on your ass when I slide in baby, I want to get all of my cock in your tight cunt" I did exactly what this sexy fucker said, I pushed out slightly when he slid in again and he went further than any man ever had, so deep. Robert looked me in the eyes, "I want to put my cum in you that deep Tim, but only if you want it too. I can pull out and shoot on you, that is very sexy and I would love to see that". My hand went to Robert's ass and pulled him into me, so deep, "please cum in me, deep, Robert". Robert just moaned and pulled out again, to slide back in. I knew that got him..he couldn't control his fucking any longer. Sliding in and out, my ass getting wetter and wetter, prepping for his hot cum load. I just kept talking nasty to him between my loud moans. "Fuck me Robert, cum deep in my ass, please breed me baby. breed my neg ass deep". I could feel him swelling, bigger and bigger I thought he would tear my ass a little. By this point my cock was so hard I couldn't hold back anymore, without touching my cock I started shooting my hot load all over he and I. Robert grunted hard and shoved all the way in as his thick veined cock unloaded all of his poz cum deep in my neg ass. so many throbs and jets of hot cum, I couldn't even believe how long he came! After about five minutes of Robert deep in me throbbing, he slowly pulled out and now I know what all of those men felt like, my ass felt so empty after his massive cock. my hole must have been open as it felt like my insides were exposed to the world. Robert looked down at my hole and said "fuck Tim, that is so sexy. your hole is still open wanting my big cock". He was so right! I wanted more and more, but was afraid to tell him that.