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Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

Well it was as fun as I’d hoped. Feel so much better than covered. Helped that the top seriously knew what he was doing!

Long Time Cumming Part 2 This is how my first night being with Danny went, bliss and being filled with his hot, special, cum loads. Of course Danny came in me one more time before I left the next day. I was a cummy mess. By the time I got home the next day, I was leaking and had to quickly move into my house and a shower. I fell asleep for the rest of the weekend, thinking about being fucked by Danny and what that meant for me. I know there are great times ahead and I thought about those as I dozed off. Part 2: Surprise Weekend It didn't take long for Danny and I to arrange our next weekend together. To date, I had no affects from Danny cumming in me several times, as we had suspected. So, we set a weekend that I would stay the night again and enjoy the sexual chemistry we had built up. In the weeks prior to us getting together again, Danny and I had talked about several things, now that him fucking me was a reality in our lives. As the weekend was quickly arriving, and our conversations growing even hotter, Danny sprung something on me. Danny emailed me and said: "Tim, I am so excited for you to come back and let me have my way with you. My cock gets immediately hard remembering our last time together. I do want you to know, that I have a surprise for you this weekend and I think you are going to love it". Just reading his email my stomach started to get butterflies and my cock got hard. Danny and I have talked about so many things I wondered what it must be, but I couldn't wait to find out. I wrote him back and said I was looking forward to "any" surprise he wanted to give me. All he emailed back was "good" and hurry up in getting there. Friday afternoon when I started heading out, I text Danny to let him know. The only thing I got back from Danny was the picture of his cock leaking precum. I couldn't get there fast enough. When I got to Danny's house, I quickly headed for the door. Without knocking, Danny was there to greet me, this time there was no jock in the way, he was standing there wearing just a t-shirt, his cock hard and leaking. Danny pulled me in to him and kissed me, his hands when under my shorts and grabbed my ass cheeks, fingers right into my crack. "Take your shorts off Tim", Danny said after breaking off our kiss and shutting the door. I dropped my shorts and revealed I was not wearing anything. Danny used his hands to turn me around and smacked my ass cheek. I immediately felt Danny's fingers going down my ass crack and finding my hole. I then felt Danny spit into my ass crack and use that to insert his finger. There was a slight burning sensation, but also there was so much pleasure. "Tim, get on my bed and show me your hole", Danny said. I didn't waste anytime in complying with Danny's request. Upon entering Danny's bedroom I stripped naked and got up on his bed, on all fours, cock now hard and hanging down. I heard Danny enter the bedroom, "you look incredible Tim, thank you". Danny walked around to the side of the bed so I could see him. Here stood this man, rock hard cock that was leaking. Nice balls framed by a black cock ring. He took that hard cock in his hand, got closer to the bed, and said, "suck my aching cock". I quickly took his cock in my mouth. I was on all fours with my head turned to the side, feasting on his leaky cock. Danny's left hand started to rub my back and eventually make it's way down my back, lower back, and roaming over my ass. his finger found my tight hole and rubbed all over it. Danny said, "mmmm...nice tight hole, I love your ass Tim". His hand left my butt and I heard some wet noises being made with this mouth and then felt his fingers on my hole again, but this time they were incredible wet with his spit. His finger was circling my hole, making it slick. I was moaning on his cock and when he finally inserted a finger in my ass I let out a long deep moan. Finally, I was being penetrated again, as I have needed for so long. I started squirming while being finger fucked. "You like that baby?" he asked. "I think you need my cock and load in you Tim." Danny pulled his finger from my ass, and cock from my mouth. He then fed me his finger that had been in my ass. I was devouring it. My cock was now leaking on his bed. Danny continued, "that's it baby. Put your face down and ass up, I need to breed you again before your surprise". oh fuck! I had forgotten about any 'surprise', I was only focused on getting this man back in my ass. When I had assumed the position for Danny, I felt him get on the bed behind me and lay his cock right against my hole. "so fucking hot Tim. I am going to milk some precum out for your hole". Danny's motion of his cock around my hole became easier and easier with each gob of precum. Danny stopped the motion and put his cock head right at my tight hole, "are you ready Tim?" Without waiting for a response Danny started pushing his cock into me. He moved his hands to my waist and stayed like that, cock head in me, for roughly ten seconds. He let me adjust to his cock and then started pushing, slowly, all the way in to my ass. "Fuck Tim, damn. The heat of you ass is amazing. I want to stay just like this for a minute, letting your tight ass milk my cock." I knew my cock was drooling precum now, this was the perfect position for this, he knew I loved it. "ok baby, it is time to fuck you good". Danny saiid while he slowly pulled his cock out and then slid it back in, balls deep. I knew he was really loving my ass now. His hands were gripping my waist tightly, making sure he got all of his hard cock deep into me with each thrust. With my head on his pillow, eyes closed, I said, "please breed me baby". "Tim, you are going to get all of my cum, deep in your hole. are you ready? fuck yes. I want you to feel my cum spraying your insides". With each dirty comment I knew Danny was getting closer. I started pushing back to meet his thrusts! "give me what I need baby", I said in a deep moan "fuuuuuuck, take my cum baby", Danny said and pushed deep into my ass. I felt it then, my insides accepting his hot load. He pulled out for one last shot on my exposed hole. He started rubbing his oozing cock head around my hole, seemingly gathering up his cum, and then shoved it all back in me. "That's it baby, take my hot cum deep in you". with that last comment, I unloaded on Danny's bed, spraying jet after jet of hot cum from my hanging cock. "yes baby, let go of that neg cum load for me", he whispered to me. Danny then started pushing me down on the bed, on my stomach, letting his softening cock release from my ass. When I was now completely spent, laying in my own pool of cum, Danny got on the bed next to me, playing in my ass with his fingers. "Are you ready for your surprise Tim?". Danny asked in a calming voice. "yes baby, please. I am ready". Danny leaned in close to my ear, "I am going out to greet a friend of mine, he should be here any moment. I want you to prop up your ass, keep your eyes closed, and get ready for his cock". "really Danny? really?" "Yes Tim, you asked for it and I have arranged for a friend to fuck you full of his cock and cum. I told him you would be already fucked and waiting to give your ass to him, no questions asked. Are you still ready?" Danny asked. I just softly mumbled, "is he poz?" Danny waited a minute, then said, "I don't know, I didn't ask. I just offered your ass to him". Then he got off the bed, and I heard him putting some clothes on. Just as he was finished getting dressed, I heard a knock at his door. My heart was pounding as Danny left, "be right back", was all he said. I had all kinds of thought running through my head. My ass started gently grinding my cock into the wet mess under me. I started thinking about an anonymous cock penetrating me, not knowing the man or his status. I started getting aroused. I heard some soft talking in the front room, which kept me on the edge with anticipation. My hips were slightly moving and I could start to feel Danny's cum load leak out of me, a little bit dripping out here and there. I kept my head down and up on my knees so my freshly fucked hole was exposed. Then I heard foot steps down the hallway, and these were shoes or boots, not Danny's bare feet. Whomever this man was, he stopped inside of the room, near the foot of the bed. I was hyper sensitive at this moment, not sure what to expect next, but I didn't have to wait long. I felt him run his fingers down my left ass check, down my leg, and then back up to brush my balls and over my ass cheek again. "damn", is all he said in more of a whisper. Then I felt his fingers again, run up over my balls and into Danny's cum that leaked out of me. His fingers seemed to be collecting Danny's cum and then he insert it back into me. Then he withdrew his hand, as he seemed to move up next to the bed. I felt his cummy fingers touch my lips. "suck my fingers clean, boy". I immediately opened my mouth and started cleaning his fingers, all the while I kept my eyes closed. He whispered to me, "that little man can really cum a lot". He withdrew his fingers and moved back behind me, seemed to be standing quietly, then I heard him unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Then I felt his smooth, but bigger, hands grab both of my hips and pull me towards the edge of the bed. That is when I felt it, his cock head tough my ass cheek, which I am sure I felt precum on me now. H seemed to gab his cock and then I felt his cock head on my hole. "are you ready boy?" "yes sir", is all I said. I then felt him pushing into me, opening up my used hole. he was using Danny's cum as lube, which was incredible hot. My dick started to respond right away, stiffening in the same hanging position. This man kept pushing his cock into me, not fast, but steady pace, singing inch after inch into me. His cock wasn't terribly thick, so he fit very nicely, but he must have been long because his cock continued to be pushed into me. Almost when I felt he was penetrating my gut, I finally felt his pubes on my ass. "do you like my cock boy?", he said. "I hope so because I need to fuck you until I cum". He started pulling all the way out finally exited my exposed hole. I could feel the open air where his cock had just been. Then he lined up and slid home all the way, making me moan louder with every inch. This started happening faster and faster. This man was really fucking me good, steady long strokes in and out. I was moaning louder and louder.Then this man settled his long cock deep in me and just sat there. I used this time to catch my breath and it was then that I felt another presence, another hand on my lower back. then I heard Danny's voice in my ear. Danny asked, "do you like his cock baby?". "oh fuck yes", I replied. "good. I know he needs to fuck you more, but I wanted to get a couple shots of you taking his anonymous cock. is that ok?" Danny asked. "yes sir, please". I then felt Danny move away from me and the mystery man pulled his cock out of me and started the routine again. He would pause with his cock almost all the way out of me and I saw some flashes. Danny would occasionally say something like "fucking hot" or "sexy". After a few of these I felt Danny pat my ass cheek and said to the stranger, "breed him". The man picked up his pace and started really fucking my ass with all he had. His cock seemed to be getting thicker now, as I am sure he was started to near his orgasm. I truly did not know the status of this man. he could have been neg, poz, undetectable, but at this moment I didn't care, I just wanted his cum load inside of me. "don't stop fucking me" I yelled. "you are going to get my hot load boy, get ready", the man said. This stranger had both hands on my hips and his long cock sliding in and out of my used wet hole. we were both loving it. "Get ready boy, I am getting close". "please cum in me, please", I moaned. "fuck yes boy, here it comes....take my load". He shoved deep in me and I felt him get thicker and then my ass was flooded with his hot cum. He was shaking as he pumped his cum deep into me, I could feel his legs shake. He started grinding his cock into me to make sure I got all of his load. After a few minutes I felt him slowly pull his semi hard cock out of me and when he finally fell out, he pushed me forward on to Danny's bed. "Thanks boy, I needed that. You have a sweet, tight, ass. I hope to get in there again soon". This almost made me smile, I hoped so too. I head him pull his pants up and fastened them. "don't move until Danny tells you too. bye son". and he left the room. I heard more talking as my panting was slowing and then the door opened and closed. In a minute I heard someone coming down the hall and entering the room. no shoes, it had to be Danny. Danny ran his hands over my ass and said, "baby you can open your eyes and please get on your back". I opened my eyes and rolled over onto my back. This is when I saw Danny's cock, very hard and wanting back in me. Danny got on the bed and pushed my legs wide and lifted them onto his shoulders. "I need to cum in you so bad, fuck that was hot". I felt him line up his swollen cock and slide into me, all the way. Here I was taking his cock again, right after his friend fucked me. I was so turned on and my cock was now hard once again, not having cum with the previous man. My hand went to my cock to help stroke another load of mine out. Danny was picking up his pace, shoving his cock deep in me and pulling out almost all the way, over and over. I looked up at him, "I need your cum baby, please seed me again". "yes baby boy, I am going to cum deep in you", he said. He was fucking me faster and faster, and I was jacking my cock harder and harder. I know we were leading to a great orgasm for us both. Then one final shove, deep, Danny moaned that he was filling me up again. "Yes baby, fuck me, knock me up" I yelled as I started to cum! Both of our orgasms slowed and Danny slowly crawled in on top of me and kissed me. Our breathing was almost back to normal now and we were just enjoying the closeness. Danny looked at me, "did you enjoy your evening, and our friend?". I looked at Danny, kissed him, and said, "I loved it! Thank you so much". My weekend surprise was incredible, I can't wait for the next visit. to be continued...

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

Ok it’s finally happening. Have decided to finally throw caution to the wind and I’m going to take my first bare cock as a bottom tonight (or really this morning I guess). Met him on Sniffies. Great pics, good chat and no pressure. He’s on his way to my hotel room near Toronto Pearson airport. Honestly I can’t wait. Genuinely tingling with excitement. Will of course update you all!

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

It's bike week here in Myrtle Beach SC and got on sniffies.com and found a guy at a local bar. He asked if i ride and told me to meet him and we will go for a ride to his motel. I got ready and jumped on my bike and when I got there it was packed with motorcycles. I texted him and told him where I was and wearing. I sat on my bike and saw two big guys with long beards wearing leather vests over long sleeve shirts and chaps over jeans come over to me. One said sniffies? I said yup. They walked up to me and introduced themselves and asked want to ride? I said yes let's got. So they walked to their bikes and I started mine and followed them. We rode for about 30 minutes to there motel. I bit of a rundown place. We got off our bikes and walked to their room. The room was a mess with clothes and bottles and one of them handed me beer as they grab some for themselves. We talked a little as we drank. They asked get comfortable as I took off my coat and sat on the edge of the bed drinking my beer. They were talking to each other and started to strip down. I took that signal and started to take my clothes off. I could smell the leather and the beer and was a bit of a turn on. These guys were hairy and big as fuck! Not too big of belly's looking like lumberjacks. One came up to me and grabbed my head and started to kiss me. He grabbed my cock hard as hell as he was kissing then pushed me down on the bed and climbed to my head sat on my chest and shoved his big ass cock in my mouth. I sucked him fast as he moved over my face and tried to facefuck me. I felt the other guy lift my leggs and pushed a finger in my hole. After a while I got pulled over and felt hands grabbing my hips and pulled so my ass was up. I felt a tongue go deep in my hole then a few hard bites to my ass as i jerked from the sting. They were talking and felt something cold smeared on my hole. Then all of a sudden felt one of their cocks at my hole as it was pushed in hard. It stung as I wasn't ready for the size. I almost screamed as it was going in and had a hand over my mouth from the other guy as the cock slowly went in and he paused for a moment as it started to feel good. He slowly pumped and got to a faster pace. I heard the other guy say come on fuck that hole and then the pace got faster. I definitely was moaning loud as I heard someone say gag him before everyone hears. In no time I had a bandana wrapped around my mouth and my arms were held down and tight as then pounding was even harder. This guy was sweating so much I could feel my back getting drip on. He pumped hard and fast till I heard him growl and felt him stop as I got his load. He pulled out and slap my ass. He said to the other All lubed up as he laughed. I felt hands on my waist and this cock was not so wide it slipped in. He was a bit more aggressive as his cock was in deep he grabbed my neck and squeezed hard as he was pumping hard and harder. At a point I couldn't breathe and wiggled to move so I could breathe. He then squeeze so hard as he pumped harder i was about to freak. The weird thing i blew a load from the rush! Then I heard him growl loud and fell on my back as he slowly pumped as his load was filling me. He got off of me and got up. I just laid there getting my breath back. I looked over and they were sitting on the couch talking. I was so exhausted I just laid there. After a few minutes I was going to get up and they said stay there. I saw one stroking and he got up and came over push me up on the bed laid his heavy body on me and I felt his rock hard cock slide in again. He kicked my leggs wide and pushed deep. Lasted a only a few minutes and blew another load. I got flipped over and he grabbed my cock and said I guess you liked it. Your all sticky. He licked my cock and swallowed my cock as a finger or two went in my hole. He hit my spot with his fingers and I got hard and blew a load in his mouth. He walked away and said thanks for coming we definitely want to see you again before we leave. One gave me his number. I got my clothes thrown to me. I got dressed and left. I definitely going back..

I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Although they do say that time flies when you're having fun, and I've been having A LOT of fun, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. On October 28th last year, my friends threw their annual Hallowe'en party. They usually invite around 20 people, and some go all out with their costumes while others show up in regular attire. Knowing the crowd that would be there, I had swiped a medical gown from my doctor's office while I was there for my physical. I intended to walk around all night with it tied behind my neck but otherwise open all the way down. In a more genteel setting I might have worn a pair of boxers underneath, but I knew this crowd would get a kick out of seeing my bare ass all night. And those who didn't, fuck 'em! I got to their house about an hour after the party's start time, and was the first to arrive. I was wearing regular clothes to avoid scandalizing the neighbors. Dave and Mark moved to a snooty, very 'Christian conservative' neighborhood a few years ago, and as much as I knew they did so in part to make a point, still I didn't want to cause any trouble. I rang the doorbell and Dave answered. He and Mark took a lot of pride in their party, and so it was no surprise that he was decked out in a suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a toy Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I could see the disappointment on his face when he saw me in regular street clothes. "Al Capone?" I asked. He nodded in reply. "And you're - Jay?" There was a tiny note of irritation in his voice. "I'm about to be 'Patient Jay'," I said. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick." On my way to the lavatory I passed Dave's husband Mark. "Dave's not going to be happy about that outfit," he remarked. "Nope, he's not," I replied. "I'm heading to change now, don't worry!" A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, naked as the day I was born except for the thin cotton of the medical gown. I was still the only guest there, so I headed for the kitchen to see if I could help set up. Dave and Mark were both distracted, placing plate after plate of party food on the kitchen island. "What do you think?" I asked from the doorway. As they turned to look in my direction, I spun in a circle so they could get the full effect. Both burst out laughing. "I love it!" cried Dave. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint!" The doorbell rang, and as Mark walked to the foyer, Dave turned on some music. They have an amazing whole-home setup that lets them stream music from their phone to speakers all over the house. The opening notes of 'Monster Mash' blared from a speaker mounted under a kitchen cabinet. So began a steady stream of guests, and within an hour most of the 20 invitees had arrived. The house buzzed with conversation and laughter as the drinks flowed freely and the plates on the kitchen island were slowly emptied. Many of Dave and Mark's friends were couples, but they had invited three other single guys besides me. One of them was Sankar, a mid-30s tech engineer. He had worn a half-assed costume that consisted of a green skull cap and a bright orange-red shirt with the Sriracha logo on it. I had never met him before, but I had heard through the grapevine - otherwise known as Dave and Mark - that he was nicely hung and loved to fuck bareback. Being a 'raw is law' bottom myself, I knew I had to get to know him. He was standing quietly in a corner of the dining room, holding a beer and looking less than enthused. I meandered through the crowd and positioned myself next to him. Leaning over, I introduced myself. "I'm Jay," I said, trying not to scream in his ear but wanting him to hear me over the noise of the party. "Sankar," he responded. "Nice costume." "Thanks!" I replied, then spun around to give him a glimpse of my tight bubble ass. His eyes lit up. "That's the best thing I've seen all night," he said with a smile. "Let's see it again." I spun around again for his amusement. When I came face to face with him once more, he had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his cock. Still soft, it was at least seven inches long and four inches around. My mouth began to salivate and my hole gave an involuntary twitch. "I'm nine-and-a-half inches hard," he said, looking me straight in the eye with a smirk, "and it's thick. Think you can handle it?" I was no novice at bottoming, and while he was on the larger side his cock was not the biggest I had ever taken in my ass. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Just one thing," he said, the tone in his voice becoming more serious, "I'm poz and detectable, so I only fuck with a condom unless you're on prep." His revelation caught me a little off guard, though not in a bad way. In fact, I felt my own cock stiffen at the news. I was a raw-is-law bottom for a reason, and had never once taken prep. Yet after thousands of random, anonymous encounters with men I met on my travels all over the country, I had yet to receive the 'gift' I so desperately craved. Dave and Mark knew I was chasing the virus, and I found myself wondering now, did they know his status? Perhaps they did, and had invited him in the hopes I might hit it off with him? I glanced around the room hoping to find one or both of them watching as I chatted up Sankar, but neither was in sight. I turned back to my new friend. "I've been on prep for years," I lied through my teeth. If Dave and Mark did know his status, they had obviously not told him that I was a bug chaser. "Cool," was his only reply. Standing before him as I was, I blocked the view of his cock from everyone else, so I was the only one who could see the massive slab of meat hanging from his fly. He looked past me to check the crowd, then spit in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock. Instantly, it began to grow. I suddenly grew light-headed and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Turn around," he said matter-of-factly, placing one hand on my hip and gently goading me to do his bidding. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I readily complied. A little more spit, rubbed first on his cock and then onto my hole. He pushed the gown aside and guided me back toward him until I could feel the tip gently press against my asshole. I looked around at the crowd, and all seemed oblivious to what was going on in our little corner. More than one of the other guests - okay, most of them - had watched me get fucked on one or more occasions, and in a few cases I had opened my holes to them. Coupled with the fact that I had been having sex in adult theaters, video booths and public rooms for a few decades, I had no inhibition when it came to having an audience. I grabbed the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady myself as Sankar began to press his cock harder against my hole. My years of fun with large cocks paid off; the tip popped inside, and he grabbed both my hips and pulled me backward onto him. FUCK! It felt so good! I let out an involuntary moan that was just slightly - okay, a lot - louder than the music, and a few of the nearer guests looked over in our direction. "All right! A show!" one of them called out, drawing attention from even more of the partygoers. Soon the dining room was filled to capacity, with guys in various stages of inebriation goading us on. My ass had opened easily for Sankar's huge cock, and I happily bounced up and down, savoring the sense of being stretched wide with each thrust. He was holding me by my hips and I now had both hands on the back of the chair, using it as leverage to slam my pelvis against his and milk that wonderful toxic load from his balls. My mind began to go blank in what I like to refer to as a 'fuck fog', a state in which I am completely focused on the sensation of getting fucked and my only thought is of the rich, creamy reward I'm working for. As I descended into the haze, I caught a glimpse of Mark and Dave, standing at the front of the group of onlookers. The last thing I saw before I totally gave in was the two of them clinking their drink glasses together in a toast. Sankar's hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. In my mind's eye I could see the tiny drops of viral pre-cum already dribbling into my hole, looking for a way in so they could change my life forever. It was finally happening - a poz top was giving me his gift. The thought made me the happiest I had ever been. At last, it was time for him to knock me up. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and his pace quickened. I felt his huge cock swell even more, pressing more tightly against my sphincter as it prepared to fill me with seed. Then it happened. With a roar that may have awoken some of the neighbors, Sankar rammed his cock deep into my guts and unloaded. Shot after shot of poz cum filled my hole. As the pulses of his cock subsided and his grip on my hips relaxed, the crowd cheered. Coming out of my fog, I watched as Mark and Dave raised their glasses in salute. Sankar pulled his massive cock from me, and as I always do I spun around, squatted, and took it in my mouth to clean it off. It had the flavor of ass and cum that I love so much, perfectly balanced. Another round of applause, and the crowd broke up to get more food and drink and continue their conversations. As I squatted, some of the precious poz cum he had deposited inside me slipped out onto the hardwood floor. Desperate not to waste a single copy of the virus, I knelt on the floor and licked up every drop. I stayed close to Sankar that night, though while I was grabbing a drink in the kitchen I did warn Mark and Dave not to tell him that I wasn't on prep. I took another load from him once most of the guests had gone, and I saw him a few more times after the party. Alas, the company he worked for transferred him across the country a few months later. I had gotten the fuck flu and tested positive (hooray!), so I finally did tell him that I wasn't on prep. As I had feared, he severed communication and I haven't heard from him since. Mark and Dave didn't stay in touch with him, either. So here I am, coming up on the one-year anniversary of my pozzing. I completely understand why he severed ties, but I am sad that Sankar won't be there to help celebrate. This year's party is coming up on the 26th, and Mark, Dave and I will be raising a glass in his honor.

So Monday I got a text from a guy off Grindr; which I hate) Said he was 26 hung good looking and wanted to fuck He sent a picture which was sort of blurry but I said what the heck. I invited him over When he showed up my first impression was who are you! He was 26 maybe 50 years ago. Hr looked nothing like the picture When I asked him why he lied ,he said I did not think you would mind Please be honest No one is so desperate as to accept a loyal fake. Was he hung well I did not know or care

My boyfriend had a work trip, so that means I get to be piggy. I could be piggy anyway (I tell him all about my exploits regardless) but it's easier when I'm on my own since I can host and travel freely. Anyway, got on all the apps and hit up my regs. Yesterday, got two loads down my throat. Both came over. First was from an anon profile on sniffies, guy was much heavier than his profile and a tiny cock - not a problem in itself, but I don't like the bait and switch. Said he had a five day load. Came literally within a minute. Didn't even get fully hard, but ok. Second was way better. Hot asian bro from theblowers.com. No face pic in profile, surprised that he was really hot. Great cock - not big, but pretty and got super hard. Blew him for a bit, took a minute to get our rhythm but ended up giving me a huge load. Nice. Was planning to head to this guy's house in the evening that I'd hooked up with once, but he bailed last minute. Oh well. Ordered a gyro delivery and called it a day. Today the guy that bailed texted and said he wanted to come over. Sure! Super hot latino, tall bearish build. Huge uncut cock, and thick. I blew him in the entryway for a while, and we moved to the couch. He set me up with my ass hanging over the side, and ate it for a while, while playing with my nips, which are very sensitive. He tried to fuck me, but I didn't have lube downstairs, so I suggested we go up to the bedroom. On our way up the stairs, he starts feeling up my ass, so I bend over and he ends up eating my ass with me kneeling on the stairs for a few minutes. Eventually we get up and head up to the bedroom. I go down on all fours, and he gets to work. Like I said, it's a big cock (at least 8", maybe 9") and thick, so it takes some time. He's a bit rough, too, which is hot, but made it hard to relax. Once we got a groove though, it was fucking amazing. He was hitting my prostate so hard I thought I was going to piss the bed. Every few strokes he would slam it to the hilt, which would make me scream in pain but also oh my god fucking hot. After maybe 15 minutes of feeling like my ass was going to split apart (in a good way), he pushes down my head and says he's going to cum...and boy did he! Six hot pumps. He stayed in me as he got soft, and as he slowly slipped out I could feel a significant stream of cum following him. He just got dressed. Before he left, he asked when my bf was coming back and said maybe he'd come by again, so we'll see... I've got one more fuck buddy lined up for around 7 tonight. A strong dom with another big dick, so we'll see how much my hole can take! I've also got two guys lined up for tomorrow (one around 2 and another good friend/fuck buddy in the evening), and one for Thursday before my bf comes home. A few more possible connections as well, but those aren't so firm. I know this is nothing compared to some of you, but I'm feeling happy and piggy.!

I took a hung poz ts bbc. She came so much I was slippery enough to take half my toy

everything. its why i started out with intense pig urges

Someone wants referred to Grindr as the world largest collection of 10-year-old pictures. I’d say more like 15 or 20 year-old pictures., My taste are sufficiently egalitarian age is not really on my list of factors consider. Weight, the other hand…. Or mistaking me for a taxi or an ATM. If you really want to hook up, have a car or an Uber account, because I am sure as fuck not gonna come and pick you up and take you home, and I am sure as fuck not going to cash app you money for gas or anything else.

A bareback btm should always assume their top is poz.

I’ve never understood the bias towards bottoms. Tops need bottoms, and bottoms need tops. Just be yourself and enjoy. Don’t be what you think the gay community wants or thinks you should be.

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Just as with other religions, you have people who embrace the serious ideas that make it what it is...and then you have those who are attracted to some aspect of it that really has nothing to so with anything in its core teachings. Satanismm is no different. I should start of by saying that much of what you find on the internet has NOTHING to do with the topic and is largely based on the false version pushed by the likes of Jerry Falwell in the 1980's (the SatanicPanic). In practice, Satanismm puts you in the god-seat and says you are free to take charge of your life BUT you bear the responsibilities for the decisions you make and their consequences' no "it's was God's will" or "the devil made me do it" crap. The hedonistic, self-destructive, violent stuff you see (including the rampant drug use) is NOT Satanismm and the Church of Stan has gone so far as to put a formal statement on their website to that end. Essentially, LeVayan Satanismm is essentially secular Humanism with a nice carnal center to it. The symbolism is spot on. Christianity favors the sheep, a herd animal easily frightened, easily herded and manipulated, very uninquisitive, while Satanismm favors the goat, a sort of herd animal that is independent, curious and inquisitive and will head butt you in defense rather than run in fear. Satanismm embraces the development of the two uniquely human traits organized religions like Christianity, Mormonism and Islam repress: intellectual development and sexual indulgence. In the Satanic construct, whether or not you shose to belice Stan or demons such as Asmodeus (Lust) are real is really unimportant since, either way, if you are acting in the true spirit of the religion, you would be have the same whether they were real or not, and develop yourself into the best goat you can be. For me, that means caring for my male form by working out in the gym and keeping it healthy, learning and developing my mind and approaching things with a scientific, empirical mindset, and of course indulging my male form in the pleasures of sex play with other males. To that end, while I really enjoy poppers (nitrate based, not the dangerous Maximum Impact type ethyl chloride) during sex, I otherwise, don't drink, smoke or use recreational drugs. I serve Asmodeus as an Apostle of Lust to my fellow males living in shame and guilt drilled into them by Western religions towards their bodies and libidos, but I also engage in serious intellectual research and discourse on the subject among others (I have degrees in the arts and medicine). Satanismm is open ended enough for you to make your life into what you want it to be, as long as you understand the responsibilities that come with the power. I would suggest starting with the Church of Satann website as a jumping off point, and feel free to DM here or on Telegram (JaredErikson) if you have more questions or wish to know more. Jared

part 3 When we got into Tom's car I started looking through all the apps and websites in search of any activity for us to start with. I looked on sniffies and saw there were quite a few groups around town advertising for some group fun and a few check-ins at the porn shops in town too. I told Tom about what I found and he said we would check them out but first he wanted to take me to meet a special friend first. My curiosity peaked at this and he wouldn't tell me he just kept saying it was going to be a surprise so I relented and just kept searching for more and more hookup opportunities. We kept driving for a little longer and we pulled up to a very nice modest house making me wonder again what we were doing. Tom parked in the driveway and proceeded to get out and I followed suit. We got to the door and Tom rang the doorbell and we waited. We didn't have to wait long and when the door opened up I was shocked to see a very beefy strong man answer the door completely naked and hard. He was an older man probably in his forties with tattoos covering every inch of his 7ft body, his rippling muscles accented his full tan and piercings in every part that a man would find super sexy. His 12 inch thick cock was pierced with a very large prince albert and there was a jacob's ladder leading down to a nice set of big balls. The curve in his shaft made the jacob's ladder look even more impressive and I had to rip my eyes away when Tom shook me to get my attention. I blushed as I looked up at this man and he smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw and I blushed a bit and told him he looked so sexy. He again smiled at me and winked making me blush more and he grabbed Tom by the waist and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss and ushered us both in. Once inside Tom and this man started to make out again and he proceeded to strip Tom right there in the doorway. Once Tom was naked we walked over to me and started to do the same to me and the feeling of his mouth on mine made me shake some with how soft his lips felt. When I was naked he stepped away again and Tom finally told me who he was and what we were planning on doing here. "Kyle I'm sure you can tell that Rob here and I know each other fairly well and I have kept him up to date on what you and I have been up to as well as your status now and we agreed that you needed more from the source that gave me the gift." I looked at him in shock switching again to look at Rob imagining in my head of Tom being fucked by this titan of a man and I almost lost it right there and we hadn't even done anything yet. I stood speechless for a moment more and then Tom told me more of what would be happening. "Rob here agreed to start our day with a group breeding session here at his house and you and I both are going to be the bottoms for over 50 poz guys so they can add their bugs to us to bring to college and pass along and afterwards we are going to let Rob here tattoo and pierce us both since he is a highly successful tattoo artist and piercer." Hearing this made my dick jump since I had never bottomed for so many guys before and it excited me to no end. I jumped into Rob's arms and started to make out with him like crazy and I felt his cock at its full hardness already start to poke and probe at my hole. Rob kept thrusting up and down, never missing a beat as he continued to shove his pierced tongue down my throat. Rob set me down and said he wanted to make sure the full party was here before he started to fuck. He took both of our hands and led us down into his basement. We started to hear the thumping of music as we descended down the stairs and we were met with applause after Rob opened the door and all in attendance saw us walking through the door. It took us a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and when our eyes adjusted we looked and saw a full on sex area with so many naked and hard men ready to fuck. Everything you can imagine was in this basement from slings, fuck benches, st andrew's crosses and so many other things for fucking and we were going to be doing everything here. Rob turned the music down so he could address the crowd. "Alright you dirty fuckers here we go we have Tom and Kyle both here now and like I told you before these sexy young men want everything you can think of done to them and make sure that you all give them a load in their holes so they can make sure to spread it around with them when they both make it to college." After you shoot your first load in these boys you are free to use them again or to use anyone at the party but only after you shoot your first load in them so they get the full potency. "So without further interruption let's get this party going." The large crowd cheered as Rob turned the music back up and we were swarmed by the biggest fuck party I could ever imagine. We were both led to the sling area and lifted into them by many hands and strapped in. A screen was wheeled over to me and to Tom and I could see two cameras attached to the screen and the screen was split into two sides. I could see myself and I could see Tom on the other side so I knew they rolled over one where he was to. Rob walked up to me and told me he set this up so it could be streamed live for any dirty horny fucker who wanted to see this party and so I could see everyone fucking Tom as well. I thanked him for all of this and he gave me that amazing smile again and walked to the end of the sling telling me since Tom was his already POZ son from the start it was only fair for him to be the first one to add his strain in from the father source. I was salivating as I saw that Rob had changed the ring in his PA to one that had a rather large ball at the entrance of his piss slit and I looked at him and said for him to bring it on and make me his POZ son too. Rob lubed his cock up and lined the tip of it right at the entrance of my hole and I whimpered with excitement as a bottle of poppers was brought to my nose and I inhaled deeply a few times in each nostril and I was so warm and floating on the high. Rob told me to look up at the screen and I could see that Tom was about to start getting worked over too and he was looking right at the camera so he was eye with me and he told me he loved me and to have fun. I said it right back to him and right after the word fun was uttered Rob took that as his cue and slammed every inch of his thick ramrod into my suspended hole. As stretched as I was from all of the training I was able to skip the sensations of pain all together and I felt nothing but total bliss as this titan fucked me hard. The crowd of men all applauded seeing me take his schlong like a champion and kept cheering more and more to ampt up the both of us. While Rob was plowing my innards I looked and saw that Tom was receiving the same treatment on his end and I loved seeing him be a champ with getting fucked as much as I was too. More poppers were offered me to and I made sure I got a nice big dose making me flying on air again. Feeling Rob's large cock rubbing onto my prostate was getting me ready to blow my own load and I shouted that and he told me he was close too which made the crowd applauded and then someone grabbed a tube which looked like a penis pump and grabbed my cock quickly and inserted it into this tube. Once it was inserted the one who put it on showed me the end of the hose that attached to the tube and I saw a very large electronic butt plug. He rushed over behind Rob and inserted the plug into Rob and Rob saw my confusion and he told me he didn't want any of my load to go to waste so when any of these guys fuck me and make me cum they get my strain while I get theres. This made me smile and I could feel the suction and the pumping start from the tube. Rob fucked me harder and harder and In one final slam I could feel his cock swell and pain my insides with all the hot POZ cum that made my brother and essentially me become POZ. I was in pure ecstasy and my ass clamped down hard on his cock and I started to shoot what had to be the biggest load of my young life. I watched as best as I could so I could see my cum be sucked through the tube and be deposited into Rob's ass and I knew it was a success when Rob told me that the butt plug expanded and shot my load in him. I was breathing heavy and I looked back at the screen and saw my brother doing the same and I knew he got his first load of the day too. He saw me looking into the camera and we smiled at each other and shouted at the same time. WHO'S NEXT?

“Who are you?” He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn… I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired… We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all… the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter… After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance. “Who are you…” “You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…” “And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “ I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist. “It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…” Damn his eyes and damn his silence … “This is not true life, you know it?” “I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer… “Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?” It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask… “Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer. “Any…” “No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…” “For me you are still a cumdump …” “I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?” The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face. “That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “ He drank one more zip from his coffee… You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam… I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy… “Yes, I remember the fucker…” “He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days… he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires… “And what about you?” “No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?” “Do you want me to go?” “I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “ “Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade. “If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?” “That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…” It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted. “Ok tell me what’s the deal” “Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…” “Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain. “Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…” And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

I love slings… the way I float… the way my body is on the air… Expanding my self … becoming my true self when I am offering my hole… Three loads in my ass already… by three different men. Big thick uncut dicks.. Poz loads… pissfuckers… my kind of fuckers… A fourth man around his 60’s with a big gut is fucking me…Big uncut dick and a leather vest… He gives me his poppers.. I take a hit… nice buzz… he speeds faster and faster… But stops. Looks like he doesn’t want to cum yet… Not so easy… “I want you slammed…” Sir comes… Sir is near… he is always near… he films with the video-camera… He has promised no faces… and I trust him… In fact I asked him to show me some of the tapes he had on the black iron trophy closet and he was true to his word… No faces .. just cocks sperm points veins assholes guts and then more points…. No faces… All those anonymous ghosts... Servants of pleasure… There is the tourniquet around my arm… so easy for him to find the vein … and how smooth the blood registers in the needle before he pushes it all back. And then the tourniquet is released… yes.. all is done how it should be… the cough … the buzz.. the rush… The man with the leather vest seems to like the way my ass is letting go... He picks up the tempo fucking me… It feels so right. It was a good slam and now my whole being is in that hole … and the thick cock that fucks me. “Yes… let it go… that is the way I prefer my bitches… slammed and wasted… Take that dick… you like my dick?” I nodded yes… But no words.. .I was in that space where words had no place… the dose was strong.. and nice… and he knew how to fuck… so yes… I guess I was happy… I was at the right place at the right time.. .with the right kind of people… There, on the sling, getting random loads in my mancunt from unknown people, and offering my arms for more slams, was the reason, if there is a reason of my living… The way the guy was fucking me and most important the way he was staring me feeling the buzz, while he had stuck his thick cock in me I had the sense that his gaze was like a mirror. And thru that mirror I could see my self … a wasted slut on a sling … a starving ass for cum… a junkie for more meth… the right material of a fallen angel.. I felt beautiful… “Thank you” I mumbled… He didn’t hear me… or if he heard me he didn’t give a damn… I was a hole on a sling no more no less… And I loved it… When he came I felt the cum… deep… and he came with a loud howl… the rest of the wolves approached… I don’t think that there is a better compliment for a chem slam bottom than having men fighting with their hard cocks who would be the next to seed the whores hole… It was one of those rear moments that I felt like I control the scene.. But maybe it was the chems that gave me this sense of power… Other times when I am getting fucked on a sling I feel so vulnerable so fragile. And others, like this one, is like a force hidden deep where only a good slam combined with a cock in the ass can release and expose to the world… But my world was Sir’s basement… and the wolves were horny and the bitch on the sling was slammed… In the normal eyes this doesn’t seem a pretty world. But again what is normal. My eyes were so comfortable to the semidarkness of the dungeon. The red soft light in the two corners of the room gives this hellish atmosphere where everyone and everything happens like a slow motion… and the sounds of fucking.. the coughing… the moans the slapping of the naked bodies… the hiss of the tourniquet when it is released from the arm… that is my kind of music… All the senses where on alert. And when I am like this where even the slightest movement and sound gets noticed then I know that I am in the the zone of the true slam cumdump… “Are you Ok?” My Vicking is next to me… stroking my hair … there was sweat. I smile to him reassuring that all is fine.. that I am in peace… and the pounding that I get from this bearded 70year old man with the pierced huge cock is almost perfect… He touches my hole. My fucker doesn’t stop. He seems to like the attention. My hole is wet from cum. Sir gives me his fingers to taste the cum… So delicious. “How many you’ve got...” He asked “Not enough…” “Yeah… that’s the response I wanted to hear… ready for a double slam?” “Yes please…” I answered… And there it was.. once again.. .this smile… this feeling that he cared… that he was proud of my sluttiness… that somehow there was a kind of a match that we suit to each other, that there here was a kind of a mystic communication… It is this delicate balance that we seem to make it work… He can sense that my journey as a sperm collector is more like a journey of the soul. Only my salvation and probably his probably is going to end in a messed up loneliness… But I made the bargain long ago… My path is chosen by me and only me… I welcome the co-pilots on this bumpy flight but there is only one truth. I am doomed… My only and true salvation is just seconds away, when Sir will return with the two points and the guy with the pierced dick will sperm my ass right in the moment when the buzz will start to take over my whole being. Nothing else matters… Even in the semilights of the hellish dungeon you can find beauty. And right now on the sling while Sir ties up both the tourniquets around my arms, I know… He sees this Beauty, on me… Point.Flash.Push.Go…..

I'm attempting to give you a "reaction" but apparently I've already reacted too much today!: 🙂 HELL YEAH pig! I don't know how possible that is in WV, the 25+ is hard here in Denver, but the rest is 100% possible! 🙂

IIsn't the answer to this the massive millions of dollars that went in to PreP? And if this is really an issue, then why are there so many chasers? This topic is beguiling. Also, I'd like to be rich but don't really want to work and haven't won the Lotto...how do I do that?

I've found that people lie or catfish for all kinds of reasons. I've found a few who I hooked up with before lie because they were asked to leave the last time and they hope I don't remember. I always do. I'm good with names but excellent with faces. Amazingly several people who stole from me have tried different names and pix. Others are just lonely unable to adjust to a new normal. One guy sent pix of him maybe a decade old. He was a hotie back then. Well, he asked to be met outside the building and the first thing to exit the taxi was his red stick. He had a detached retina and was legally blind--and much older. Well educated, fascinating guy, great conversationalist, but I was still pissed off at him. We talked but didn't fuck. Separately, two other guys showed up with leg braces, a far cry from the pix they sent. (Each one of them ripped me off .) They both also fall into the category of hoping you're too polite or sympathetic to say anything. I try to be compassionate, don't always succeed, but I do thank God that I've never had the need or desperation to catfish.

Many nights I spent in the bathroom stall at the prince movie theater in the village sniffing coke and sucking every black dick in the entire place-like at least 50 guys came in my mouth those nights and there were many. more recently I had my favorite two black tops tag team me in a hotel room and for the first time they dp’d me and it was AWESOME. That was a pretty nasty session they both bred me repeatedly and there was lots of piss in my mouth and hole too

For the majority of my adult life I've been verse. And in fact I've a strong preference. Flip fucking was my particular pleasure. ED has of course done a great job of fucking that up. Thankfully sometimes I can. But sometimes it just isn't an option for me.

I was around 21 in college. This would be in the mid-80s. I had a long term girlfriend who later became my wife. I befriended a gay man my age through our mutual interest in European sports cars. One day I thought I'd check out the only ABS in this college town. I looked at some gay porno mags to see what turned my gay friend on. I found I was turned on. I had never thought about sex with guys before although I did like putting things in my ass starting around 11. I bought a gay magazine and a straight magazine. I jacked off many times to that gay magazine. After college, I moved to the SF bay area for work and would rent gay videos at an ABS when my GF wasn't around. I had my first gay experience soon after with another married guy. It was both of our first time, but, unfortunately, we both wore condoms. A few years later, around 1991, I took my first load and had a hard time using condoms after that.

Damn yes! Nothing better than a few cigs whilst fucking 🥵

UPDATE!!!! (and a huge thank you to @IrishBoi) #NOTSEXPOST I will attempt to make a long story short, but it isn't my strong suit. Around Sept 22nd I received written letter back from (let's call him) Travis. 5 pages, really neat and easy to read penmanship. Before I get to the actual letter, it took longer than expected for him to receive the letter because the site had the wrong DOC# which was why (as I opine above), I was unable to find him in the electronic systems. That's been solved now. The letter was really thoughtful, well-written, easy to read, deep. He shared with e that he has been burned many times attempting correspondence with the people that send it his way because they are either "sexual deviants" or seemed to be "participating in (the pen pal program) because it was something good to do and a box to check." He was kicked out of his house at 14 because his father suspected he was gay (there was no coming out). He has siblings that are not allowed to speak to him because when you're from Rural Kentucky, that's what you do I guess. I won't recap everything. He shared with me how he's in his third year of college for a double major in Sociology and Psychology and wants to use those degrees to help both foster children (which he became and was treated very poorly) and former inmates (who struggle to acclimate to their post-prison). I'm a fairly smart person and a god reader and I had to read the 5 pages a few times just to take in all the nuance of it. He wrote almost a page about the difference between his past, his present, and his future with a bunch of really thoughtful analysis and imagery. I was freakin' impressed. Since then, we're now doing things online and his most recent letter came through yesterday (3 pages, typed) which was also really well written to the point I needed to digest it before responding. HE MAY BE UNIQUE and I may have just gotten lucky, but I have no sense that he's in this for anything other than what he said - establishing a connection and authentic communication with someone in the outside world. That now seems even more significant given his family has cast him aside for more than half his life. Perhaps you are looking for someone in thsi type of situation to start engaging with the intent of forming a love relationship. I don't know. All I know is my experience has been really rewarding and it's thanks to this thread, on, of all places, Breeding Zone.

Much later in life 30's I was straight. I basically was raped. Was passed out drunk at a strangers house to wake to him pumping deep in my ass. After I was watching straight porn and saw some gay stuff go on and watched it to the point I was watching alot of gay porn and thinking of my 1st time.

Nothing turns me on more than a hard, raw cock pumping some sperm deep inside me. I love seeing those dicks thumping and the men gronning.

Exactly same. I just don't like my dick being played with at all. I get more sexual pleasure from my arm being caressed than from someone touching my dick. Also why I love cages.

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.

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

Part 3 His dad laid on his bed naked as I crawled up on his bed approaching him and when I got to his giant 10" massive cock I grabbed it and spit on it and slowly started jerking it off getting it as hard as it could go before taking the whole thing in my mouth, down my throat, there was nothing better than his bare cock. He laid there with his hand on back of my head reaffirming me, and the more he moaned, the harder I sucked, until he stopped me and told me he wanted to cum somewhere else, my heart beat grew faster hearing those words as he bent me over on his bed and approached behind me, placing one hand on my hip and the other on his massive bare cocking aiming it towards its destination. My hole easily accepted the entire cock, as slowly guided all 10" in me, like it had been there 100 times before, craving it, begging for it, awaiting his load inside of me, it slid perfectly into place. He began fucking me so hard the bed sounded like it was going to break, it was an old cheap bed, so I was surprised to see it handle such rigorous fucking, he fucked me like a dog, just hard and fast fucking, pounding me with every thing he had, but then a loud noise interrupted us and it just grew louder and louder. It was my phone, I reached for it and realized I was back in my bed... alone. It was all a dream. The next weekend came and I made up some canned excuse as to why I couldn't come back, which Colby pretended to be ok with, but with this being the first weekend I hadn't came to visit, you could tell he was a little bit suspicious. And when the following weekend approached and I started to drop hints that I wasn't going to come again: Me: Man work is so crazy, I have so much i need to do to get caught up Colby: I am sorry to hear that, you're still coming here this weekend right? Me: yeah, its just....I don't know I really have a lot to do Colby: that is two weekends in a row. I really want to see you? Me: I know Colby: Can you not work from here Me: Its just hard to concentrate Colby: baby please....please Colby and I talked every day, so I didn't think that he knew what happened, but i was still scared/nervous to be back in that apartment. I am not exactly sure what i was so nervous about since i was pretty confident that Colby didn't know. Maybe i was nervous about seeing his dad, even worse, what If i was nervous because I WANTED to see his dad. Colby and I talked every night, but almost every night I jerked off thinking about his dad! What had I got myself into, he was all I could think about. I couldn't get his strength, the force and control he took of the situation, feeling so dominated, so completely under his control, willingly under his control. The thought of him luring me into his room and throwing me on to his bed crawled on top of me. What would I do if the head of his huge bare cock pushed against my hole, would i try to stop him, would i let him continue? The thought was so exciting, and got me so hard that i looked forward to getting home in the evening and jerking off fantasizing about him rolling me over on my stomach and mounting on top of me thrusting his bare cock inside of me, making me beg him to cum inside of me. But every night after I jerked off I felt terrible about it. Maybe a big part of me not wanting to come see Colby was guilt. Cheating is one thing, but cheating on this guy you say you love, with his dad! Not just his dad, but his dad that has caused him so much emotional harm. This would kill him and i felt like such a horrible person for doing this to him, but again the next night i would rush home and jerk off thinking about him. I felt so bad, i really didn't want to hurt Colby so maybe i was just trying to distance myself from the whole thing. Nevertheless, I found myself back in Dallas the next weekend and Friday night we went to dinner when i got to town and then back to his apartment, he kept saying how excited he was and how it had been too long and he couldn't wait to get in bed, but i was still nervous and feeling guilty. When we got to his apartment, i immediately locked eyes with his dad's door and nothing, he didn't come out or anything, we went straight back to the bedroom and i fumbled my way through sex. I was nervous, i kept picturing his dad which made me feel horrible. It took me a while to cum, there were even a few times I started to lose my erection, which made me even more nervous, I was a paranoid wreck! The weekend went by without anything bad happening, I left early Sunday and never saw his dad. I felt like I wasn't able to relax until the drive home. His dad never came out and said anything, Colby didn't know and his dad wasn't trying to make a scene, he wasn't intentionally trying to come between us. I came back the next weekend and was a lot more relaxed, things seemed to be going back to normal for Colby and I, but still almost every night I was home, I would jerk off thinking about his dad. It had been almost a month since I had given his dad the blow job, the nervousness had subsided and but the desire to do it again was getting louder. Jerking off wasn't pacifying the desire anymore. I took off Friday and decided to go to Colby's on Thursday night, knowing Colby had to work Friday, but I tried so hard to convince myself that I wasn't going there to see his dad and that I wouldn't see him. I was taking off Friday, so I could surprise Colby, nothing to do with his father. But I was having a hard time making myself believe it. Friday morning when Colby left for work, I couldn't go back to sleep, I just laid there with two voices whispering in my ears. One voice telling me how bad, dangerous, selfish this was and another voice telling me that nobody will know so it wont hurt anyone. For about an hour I laid there trying to convince myself both ways, to go out there naked like last time and on the other hand to stay in the room. I finally compromised, and decided that I would get up and get dressed and go to the gym and then if after the gym and breakfast, if I still wanted to do something, Then I could try. The idea seemed good, so I got up and got dressed and started to walk out. When I left the bedroom my eyes immediately went to his bedroom door to see if it opened, part of me hoping that it would and part of me hoping that it wouldn't. I made it to the front door and had my hand on the door handle and then stopped. I heard a voice in my head "you should probably go grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator", but there was another voice, a quieter voice "you're lying to yourself, you have water, you can get water at the gym, leave now!". As soon as I opened the door to the refrigerator to grab a water, I heard a noise behind me, I turned to see his bedroom door opened. I couldn't see him, he just opened the door. I stood there for a second unsure what to do, my heart was pounding. I slowly took a few steps back trying to see further into his room. With one step I could see the corner of his bed, with another step I could see his foot in the corner of his bed, with another step I could see his lower body on the bed as he laid there on top of the covers naked playing with his cock in his hand, and with one last step I could see him. Laying there on top of the bed, legs spread wide, with one hand behind his head and the other hand holding his cock. I stood there as we stared at each other until he raised his hand off his cock and motioned for me to come to him. Without looking away I sat the bottle of water down on the counter and proceeded to his room. I got in the room and shut the door behind me. Him: take off your clothes I immediately did as i was told and stripped down Him: were you trying to run off without coming to see me? You know better than that Me: (Studdering) no, I was just going to run to the gym real quick Him: Yeah, then you can come back here and get a huge load of protein down your throat Him: grab that lube off the dresser and bring it over here I looked over to the dresser that was covered in miscellaneous items and found the bottle of lube and and looked back to him as he gestured it was the right bottle. Him: Come over here and...( he gestured to his rock hard cock) I crawled up on the bed and squirted some of the lube on my hand and proceeded to rub it on his cock and started to jerk him off, but he stopped me and started pulling me on top of him. It wasn't until this point that I realized he was about to fuck me raw, I cant hardly explain the emotions going through my head, excitement, fear, desire. But he pulled me to where I was straddling on top of his rock hard cock and then with both of his hands on my ass checks he started pulling me back and forth, sliding on top of his cock back and forth down my taint. Him: (moaning) oh yeah, ride that dick mother fucker.. get it you fucking slut. You want it dont you Him: Tell me how bad you want it mother fucker Me: I want it, I fucking want it so bad at this point he pulled me down towards him and he started kissing me, and when he pulled me down the head of his cock slid back from my taint towards my ass. The thought of it being so close drove me wild so I started grinding on it, playing with the loaded gun, wanting to see what it felt like to have close to my hole. He realized what i was doing and immediately stopped kissing me. he threw me off of him onto my back as he rolled over on top of me. Him: you trying to get me to fuck you, you little fucking bitch? Him: you think i am going to fuck you and let you get my son infected! He put his hand on my throat and the other hand on the bed and started grinding real hard, with his cock rubbing against my lower stomach, the friction against my cock made me cum pretty fast, but he wasn't done. He was pumping so hard me head was beating against the headboard as the bed was rocking back and forth, it was an older cheap bed so it made a lot of noise and i thought for sure it would break, but then as quickly as it started he shot his load all over my dick. He collapsed on top of me for a second catching his breath and then rolled off onto his back: Him: you can go to the gym now I laid there for a second catching my breath Him: i'm saying get out I quickly got up and grabbed my clothes and started to walk out when i heard him say: Him: hey bring me a $250 prepaid card when you come back and ill let you suck this dick one more time. I stood there for a second in disbelief at what I had just heard, which he did not seem to appreciate Him: did you hear me! Me: yes Him: good, now get out of here I went to the gym and my mind was just thinking about what had just happened and i couldn't really focus so i just walked on the treadmill for about an hour and left. I went and grabbed something to eat and then yes, i went and grabbed a prepaid credit card for $250. I was heading back to the apartment when Colby called: Colby: Hey what you doing? Me: Nothing, what about you? Colby: wondering if you wanted to grab lunch I was torn here, I really wanted to go back to the apartment for round 2, but how shitty would that be. Colby: you there? Me: yeah, sorry i'm just getting ready to head to the gym? how about dinner and drinks? Colby: ok fine, i just wanted to see you I might be a worse person than his dad is. Here is this good guy, who completely trusts me and opens up to me about how much his dad hurt him and then here I am lying to him so I can go to his house and fuck around with his dad. I parked at the apartment and got out of the car and walked towards the apartment and I remember thinking how bad of a person I was. I no longer had 2 voices whispering in my ear, just one voice telling me how bad I was, but it didn't stop me. I wanted it too bad. I got in the apartment and went to his dad's door and knocked. He opened the door, standing there in his boxers Him: you get that card? Me: yeah (as i pulled the card out of my pocket and handed it to him) Him: good deal, $250? Me: yeah Him: ok, come on but this time he stepped out of the bedroom and went to the couch, this is the first time i had seen anyone use the couch or the living room at all. He sat down and grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Him: come here I walked over to where he was and he pulled his cock out of his boxers Him: here you go, get your $250 worth Me: out here? Him: (gesturing to his cock) get to it I got down on my knees between his leg and grabbed his limp cock and started sucking it. Taking turns between sucking and jerking it off, but it took forever my jaw was starting to hurt so i started jerking him off and spitting on his cock for lube, but he still didnt cum Me: what do you want me to do HIm: take off your clothes So i stood up and took off my clothes Him: go to my room and get the lube So i ran into his room and grabbed the lube and came back out. He took the lube and squirted into his hands and lubed up his cock. He then moved me down and bent me over the couch, i looked over my shoulder to see him coming up behind me, he grabbed the lube and spread it down my ass crack and between my legs, he then pulled my two legs together with his legs outside of mine. I watched as he mounted me, with one hand on my hips and the other on his cock, as he slid is cock between my legs, he told me to keep my legs tight as he began to fuck my legs. His cock was coming between my legs rubbing up against my cock and my lower stomach. He fucked me like that for a few strokes but it wasn't working out the way he wanted and stopped, he grabbed his cock and put it right up to my hole Him: fuck fuck fuck! You need to go get some condoms cause i am ready to tear this ass up! I was so turned on, i didn't care about anything else, i started moving my hips and pushing back against his cock and at first he started to go with it, i felt him push his cock in my hole for a half a second, not even getting his head all the way in me and then stopped screaming out FUCK!! He then turned me around to where i was sitting on the ground with my legs straight out in front of me with my back up against the bottom of the couch. He got up on one knee and with the other leg to the side and pushed his cock right up to my face and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and with the other aimed his cock to my face and in my mouth. I put one hand on his ass cheek and the other on his knee trying to brace myself as he began to anger fuck my face. He had both hands behind my head. I was gagging so hard that i had to use one hand to grab his cock to stop it from going so far down my throat as he continued fucking my face, it wasn't long though before he shoved his cock as deep as he could down my throat and started pumping out cum down my throat as i gagged on his rock hard cock. He then made me suck all the cum off his cock and watched me swallow every drop of it. Then he just stood up and walked to his room and shut his door, as i just sat there on the floor practically crying from gagging so hard. and it all hit me at once, I was the bad person in this story, not his dad. Its funny how lust can make you lose your moral compass. To where you dont care about anything but your sexual desires, you dont care who you hurt or what the costs are and then as quickly as you blow your load you come rushing back to reality, but it's too late, you've already made your decision. When I was getting ready to head back home on Sunday, Colby told me to let him know the next time I took off on Friday so he would take off too, so we could spend the day together. This pretty much ruined my chances of seeing his dad again, since Friday's while he was at work was the only time his dad and I had the chance to meet. 4 Weeks had gone by and I hadn't seen his dad at all, he could have been dead and I wouldn't have known. Things were good with Colby and I, but there was a deep sexual desire that had been awoken inside that was hungry and needed to be fed and again, Jerking off wasn't satisfying the craving anymore. Saturday night, we had a big halloween party to go to with Colby's friends, we both definitely drank too much, but Colby more than I, we got back to his apartment pretty late and didn't even have sex, he passed out cold. I was laying there drunk and thought it would be a good idea to go get some water, so as quiet as possible, I slipped out of the bed and quietly opened and closed the bedroom door and tip-toed down the hallway towards the kitchen, but I ended up going right past the kitchen to his bedroom door. I quietly knocked on the door but no answer, I knocked a little louder and again a little louder and I heard some movement behind the door and footsteps approaching and then the door cracked open to see his dad peak around the corner of the door and with a surprised almost what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look. Me: Hey Him: what the fuck are you thinking Me: he is passed out drunk Him: go away He started to shut to door, but i quickly put him hand up and stopped him Me: he is passed out, he isn't going to wake up You could tell he seemed frustrated, he wanted it, but thought it was too risky and made him nervous. He wanted to say no, but he wanted me too, so he slowly opened the door. I walked in the room as he slowly and cautiously closed the door. The room was only light by a small tv playing some random tv show. I turned to face him and slid my shorts down to the ground and turned and crawled on the bed. I laid there on the bed facing him with my legs spread awaiting him. Even in the low-light i could tell he was nervous as he slid off his boxers and crawled on the bed on top of me. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, he laid down on top of me kissing me and i could fell his cock getting harder and harder, fuck i wanted him so bad that i whispered in his ear, "I fucking want you". My hand fumbled over his night stand knocking things off on the floor making noise until i found a tube of lube. I squirted some in my hand and reached down to his cock, but he stopped me. Him: Hold on.... Me: its ok (as i proceeded to rub the lube on his cock and my hole) Him: FUCK!! Me: its ok, I want you to do it He looked as though he didn't have the will power to fight it and just gave in, for a second he almost looked sad before he grabbed my leg behind my knee, bending my knee, adjust my hips giving him access to my hole. He made a small thrust of his hips and I felt it, the head of his cock pushing against my ass crack, I tried to rotate my hips more and soon it had found him mark, but he stopped. You could see it in his face, he had is own internal battle going on. Now I dont know if this was out of the goodness of his own heart or preservation. if i suddenly became poz, his son would no-doubly suspect him and he would be kicked out and have nowhere to go, but back to jail. But all of this came to crashing stop with the most sobering sound I had ever heard, the front door open and close, followed by a knock on the bedroom door. We laid there naked with him on top of me, with his cock pushing up against my hole frozen, trying not to make a sound, hoping he would think his dad was sleeping and go away, but that is not the case. He slightly pushed open the door and poked his head in and the most horrifying sound I have ever heard followed: Colby: Dad, you awake!

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Yup will be there

I don't mean to be the uber slut on this thread. My buddy and I were discussing this today when I jokingly said, "I honestly don't even think I know how to use a condom." Sometimes around 7th grade I remember learning how to put one on a banana but I don't even think I got it right back then. I kept unfolding it the wrong way. All of that to say that of the 10K+ times I've fucked (no clue what the number is), I think someone has used a condom one maybe twice. I recall one of the time and it was because I was at a Mormon wedding and the guy was super conservative and freaked out. So these days - if the topic of a condom comes up, I'm a hard pass....from an online hookup, at a bathhouse, whatever. I have not had "safe sex" in almost three decades and I'm not starting now. If that's a deal broker for the top, so be it - they are probably neg and I prefer poz.

I’ve been reading and getting off on hot stories and posts here for years (thanks guys!) and thought I’d finally add one of my own. It’s a mix of real and fiction. Had found myself with an unexpected afternoon off so started sniffing around checking all the apps and sites. Usual hits of “hey”, “what’s up”, “looking?” with not much follow through. Then got hit from a guy that looked close by. 47, 5’ 10’, 175, 7.5 cut, brown hair, versatile bottom, could host or travel. Started a back and forth with usual “where are you?” “into?” He was more bottom, really like to suck, and asked “party?” Hmmm now getting interesting, had been thinking something quick but felt my dick twitch. Had been a couple of months since last time partying and did have the rest of the day off… A bit about me, 51, 5’ 8”, 165, some hair, trim, 7” cut dick that curves up with a nice girth to it (been told when fucking feels great as it gets thicker in the middle and hits all the right spots). Versatile, easy going and happy to see where it goes as long as it feels good. First time had partied was about four years earlier with a guy I also met online. After we got naked and started fooling around he pulled out a pipe and asked if I wanted some. Told him I didn’t know what it was. He said it was meth and would make me feel good (an understatement). Not much of a pot smoker and been awhile since had done coke so figured I’d give it a try. He showed me how to hold the pipe, keeping the flame below the bulb so not to burn the meth, wait for the wisps of smoke and breathe in slowly. FUCK it felt amazing. We hung out for a couple of hours smoking and some fooling around though he was a bit of a flake and too high to really do much but it had totally opened me up to exploring more. Since then I party every couple of months or so, (if not for work would do it more often) and find the whole ritual of smoking an incredible turn on. Shotguns that turn into hot kissing, booty bumps, one-on-one, group fun, all good. Have had some great times and some not so great but guess it’s part of the experience. So back to that afternoon, we moved to texting direct, told me his name was Jim, could host, and would take him about an hour to get ready which worked for me. Cleaned up and out (just in case), showered, put on a worn jock, shorts, t-shirt and got a text saying he was ready for me to come over. He was close, and in 15 minutes got to his place where he buzzed me up. He was in shorts and a t-shirt and pretty much matched his pictures and description. Small clean apartment, walked though a kitchen into a bedroom which had a large bed that took up a good two thirds of the room with the rest filled by a desk and chair and a door to a small bathroom. Jim said get comfortable, so kicked off my sneakers, and sat back on his bed while he sat on the chair by his desk and pulled out a pipe and a lighter, lit it and took a hit then handed them to me. While I lit up he got down on his knees and start rubbing my legs and dick through my shorts. I took a couple of big hits and handed him the pipe and torch while I lay back feeling that fucking awesome feeling that goes right to my dick. He takes a couple of hits, puts down the pipe comes over, pull down my shorts and gets his face right in my bulging jock. Moaning he spreads my legs and starts sniffing and then licking getting it nice and wet while his hands move up under my shirt feeling up my stomach and up my chest to tweak my nips. So fucking good, he pulls back and grabs the pipe while I pull off my shirt, takes a couple of hits and hands it to me. He pulls my dick out of the side of my jock to start sucking while I blow smoke down at him, damn my dick is tingling. Had taken a blue pill so dick was getting nice and chubbed too. Jim takes the pipe from me and says to move back on the bed while he take a couple more hits, hands pipe back to me while he gets naked. Takes the pipe, does another big hit, puts it down while I’m now laying all the way back on his bed with my head propped up with pillows. He gets down between my legs, pulls off my jock and exhales a big cloud on my dick before swallowing it again. FUCK! So good. Am moaning a bit and thrusting up. He goes shhh, relax and don’t move too much, let me do all the work. I feel a bit embarrassed and ask if everything okay and he says all good, lay back, then swallows my dick again while rubbing my stomach. I usually like mutual play but follow his lead, lay back, spread my legs more and fuck it’s feeling good. We go at it like this for a while, (never really sure about time while high), taking breaks to take hits, then him having me lay back, staying quiet and trying not to move much while he swallows and licks my dick while also rubbing my stomach, chest, and legs. As am pretty high I spread my legs as my hole is feeling tingly and hoping he’ll move down there but at the moment he’s concentrating on my dick which has been hovering between semi and full mast and feeling great. He’s kept me totally passive and at one point while he’s sucking and rubbing my dick I can feel I leak out some piss. I look up and tap him on the shoulder and say sorry about that, I should go take a leak. He looks at me, shakes his head, keeps his mouth on my dick and pushes his hand down on my lower stomach. FUCK! Am totally turned on and my dick swells but he keeps sucking while rubbing and pressing my on my stomach and bladder. I start getting that feeling of my body and dick relaxing and start pissing but since am so high it also feels like I’m cumming, feeling the piss going through my shaft into his mouth with every nerve ending tingling. He is nodding his head while keeping his lips tight around my shaft egging me on to keep going. FUCK! And I do, It feels like I got a gallon of piss which he just keeps swallowing. The feeling is incredible, it’s nothing I’ve experienced before, like one long orgasm. After I don’t know how long the flow of piss slowed and then finally stopped with Jim never taking his mouth off my dick. Was total sensory overload and pushed him gently off, though now my dick was hardening after having my bladder emptied. Jim said think time for a smoke break which sounded good to me. We both got up, him sitting back in the chair and me on edge of bed. He torched up the pipe and when the wisps of smoke started took a big hit, smiled and leaned over to give me a shotgun which we exchanged back and forth which turned into deep kissing where I tasted the acrid taste of piss mixed with smoke. FUCK! He then gave me the pipe where I took a deep hit and did the same to him. Did this a few more times until we both both flying, with each hit going right to my dick and my hole. While we were making out I started to feel him up but he pushed me gently back and said it really turns him on giving me pleasure and that he was okay as is and said do you want to lay back again? I said sure but asked would he give my hole some attention. He smiled and got a gleam in his eye and nodded while licking his lips. Then he said let’s take a couple of more hits. FUCK! He puts down the pipe and says lie back and damn I’m flying and feeling good. He gets down between my legs and takes my dick in his mouth again. My dick now is hard and leaking and I’m trying to keep from moaning and moving as he directed. He’s now spreading my legs raising my knees a bit and he starts licking down my dick all over my balls. He then licks under my balls pushing my legs up and starts licking on my hole. Oh yeah! I say quietly. He really starts eating me out and I reach for my dick but he bats my hand away. His tongue feels amazing and he starts to both lick and finger my hole. I’m trying not to squirm and keep my hole open to him. After a while he pulls off my hole and grabs some lube. I look down and he’s grinning and nodding while I feel him lubing up my hole. I feel the lube on my loosened hole and then a finger going in. Uhhhh as my head sinks back into the pillow. He keeps his finger massaging my insides. Then pulls out a bit adding more lube and shoves two fingers in. Uuuuhhh, my dick jumps. Then he puts in a third and I feel him hitting my prostate and my dick spurts out precum onto my stomach which I reach down and taste. I feel a fourth finger but my butt is not open enough and he goes back to three. He smiles and swallows my dick again while he keeps fingering me. FUCK! He’s gone back to two fingers massaging my insides while sucking and nursing on my dick. I feel my dick leak every time he hits my prostate, it’s like a mini orgasm and that gets him going too. My dick is rock hard and I can slowly feel a full orgasm slowly building. After the pissing and prostate massaging I’m feeling like my whole body is starting to tingle. Jim keeps on sucking my dick while his fingers rub my prostate and hole. I start to feel both relaxed and a build up of cum start to move into my dick. It’s not like my usual orgasm that comes in a burst, this one is slow moving where my balls are tingling and I can feel the cum is slowing moving up my dick. Jim feels the difference as my hole opens and he shoves four fingers in. I feel my hole start to pulse and the cum moving up my shaft feeling like I’m pissing cum. Jim starts sucking furiously and then I start shooting, FUCK! The shots are explosive and massive and keeps going while Jim keeps sucking, fingering with one hand and holding me down with the other. Usually once I cum my dick is too sensitive but this time Jim keeps sucking and fingering and am happy to keep letting him. Over the course of the next hour or so he gives me two or three more dick and butt orgasms finishing with me giving him more piss before we finally finish and wrap it up. We buddied each other and got together a few more times but this first was a memorable and unexpected afternoon.

With just a few months left until my highschool graduation my brother and I had spent many moments together exploring everything sexual we would think of. When our parents went out we couldn't keep our hands off each other once they were safely away from the house. We had sex in every room of the house even in our parents' bed and we made sure there was absolutely no trace of what we did when we were finished. I wanted my hole to be as stretched as I could so I could make sure that I could enjoy anything that college would throw my way when I got there and my brother was happy enough to help train my hole. We started easy and soon enough I was stretched enough for him to reach in enough all the way to his elbow. I couldn't believe how I was able to take his arm so far into my body I felt like he could use me as a dummy. It felt amazing when he opened his hand while pushing his fingers in all the right spots. We almost got caught by our parents a few times so we decided to limit our play time to just in our shared room to be more safe. One night during an amazing fuck session in our shared bathroom we made a pact. The month before we went off to college we both were going to stop our medication and we would go to as many cruising spots as possible that catered to other poz men and take as many loads as we both could so we were ready to share our strains with as many other college guys we could. Talking about this while I was balls deep in my brother brought me over the edge as I shot volley after volley of cum in his guts. I told him that would be so hot and shoved my tongue down his throat as I could feel my orgasam start to subside. I stayed hard inside him and we moved into the bathtub without me leaving his ass at all. Once inside the tub I layed on my back with him crouching down and stayed deeply on my hard cock. I moaned as he turned on my cock facing me and leaning down making out with me while bouncing on my cock more knowing what was to come next. we pulled from our kiss and I moaned telling him it was coming and I slammed my cock upwards causing moans from him as I unleashed my piss into his hole. I had been holding this in for hours and drinking more and more water all day to make sure I had enough piss in store for my brother because I knew how much he loved piss as I do. I felt him clench onto my cock and moaning as he started to piss all over me as well. I made sure to open my mouth and drank in his piss as much as I could. We sat there for what felt like hours sharing our piss with each other and when I finally went soft he made sure to clench his ass as much as he could to keep in my piss and he spun around to where his ass was over my face and he pushed my piss and cum out showering me in all these yummy juices. Once he was empty we both stood up and continued to make out sharing our fluids and rubbing our hands all over each other. We knew we didn't have much time left alone so we showered together and as we got out we could hear our parents car pull into the garage. We both dressed and turned on our tv and started to play video games so they didn't suspect anything different when they came in and told us they were home. When it got late into the evening we kissed each other good night and went to sleep dreaming of everything that was going to happen before school started. The next morning we both woke up early because we wanted to start our plan to go to as many spots as we could and fuck to our hearts desires. We cleaned each other out fully and we made sure to bring plenty of lube and fisting grease so we were ready for anything that could happen. When we had everything ready for the day we did one more thing that showed our commitment to what we decided. We each grabbed all of our meds that would keep us undetectable and in unison we flushed them all down the toilet. I looked at Tom and smiled as he did to me and we kissed each other deeply with triumph over our pact. We made our way downstairs and I had my backpack with our things in it and Tom told our parents who were enjoying their morning coffee that we were both going out for the day and wouldn't be back till later on in the evening. They both smiled at us and told us to have a great time and not to get into any trouble. We hugged both of them and as we walked out the door we smiled at each other knowing that we would have the whole day to prep us for college.

There is a huge distinction. I'm poz but never chased. I just loved the feeling of raw cock and the intimacy of having a mans semen inside me. I was pozzed before PrEP and I knew the risks but sex with condoms was unrewarding. I was fortunate enough to know who the man was. There was no talk of condoms or status and I honestly don't think he knew he was poz but our sex was incredible. Passionate, physical and intimate. I became ill 3 weeks later but forgot about it for a few months until I tested positive. It was then I was able to ascertain the man. I was shocked but also relieved.

Love the new addition, so fucking hot.

Praise Stan.

The sight of Bill being fucked pushed me over the edge. I felt my control go, my balls tighten and then I orgasmed deep in the old man's backside, filling it with gouts of spunk. When I finished, I pulled back and watched my cock slide out of his dirty arsehole. He levered himself up of the table and wiped his hole with his finger. "Oooh, lovely!" He grinned. "I'm all wet and dripping!" The black guy was fucking Bill in short, hard strokes, his mouth slack and eyes staring as he worked himself to a climax. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and his fat body rippled as he shot his load. I felt fingers greedily feeling for my arsehole as other hands pulled me face down over the table. Bill stood up and stuck a finger up his ravaged arsehole, pulling out a fat gob of spunk with his forefinger. "Let's just lube him up boys!" He laughed, and stuck his finger into me, rubbing the spunk over my hole. There was an old man waiting patiently behind me, his cock grasped in his gnarled fingers. As soon as Bill took his finger away, he slid his cock up me in one delicious thrust. I gasped and hung on, widening my legs and pushing back to feel his cock as deep as possible until his hairy balls were slapping against mine. I was dimly aware of the doorbell and Bill pulled up his shorts to go and answer it. The old man was fucking me hard, spit dripping from his slack lips onto my back. "Oh, hello" I heard Bill say. "He's a bit busy at the moment." Then I heard my mother's voice in reply "Just wanted to check what time he'll be home so I can get dinner on." "He's just in the yard, "said Bill " Ask him yourself" The door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my mother standing there. The was a gasp from the crowd as she saw me being buggered. "Oh!" She said, then grinned. "I might have known! Dirty little sod." The old man was close, looking at her anxiously but continuing to fuck. "Don't mind me, mate" She said " Shoot up him if you want." The old man gasped. "Cumming!" he croaked and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spunked in me. He staggered back, and his cock dripped as it slid out of me. "Lovely!" She said. "Right, I'm off. I can see you're busy, Timmy so I'll put dinner back until 8ish" She pointed at a very old, wizened man with no hair and sagging belly but a nice big cock standing up between his thighs. "Fill yer boots then, Pop. You look like you need it!" The man grinned, got behind me and slid up me with a sigh of pleasure. She laughed. "See you then Bill" and the door closed behind her as the group clustered around me...

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 12. Mark asked how Tom felt about being fucked. Tom told Mark that he was almost in heaven and he had never felt anything so exciting. Mark said he knows the feeling, but he's sure there's another way to take the feeling even higher. Mark held up the leather blindfolds for Tom to see. Mark said that he was sure that blindfolded, Tom would be freed from all distractions and would be able to focus completely on what gives him the greatest satisfaction. Just to feel the throbbing cocks in Tom's ass. Tom was so horny again that he didn't remember to use his little brain. Mark handed the blindfolds to a man standing nearby, who secured the blindfolds to Tom's eyes. Again, Mark had been right. Tom was able to focus much more intensely on the rubbing sensation that Mark's cock was creating in Tom's ass. Tom could also hear the sounds around him better than before. The jingle of sling chains and the chattering comments of the men around. Suddenly Mark pulled out of Tom's ass and said that Tom's ass feels so good that he has to take a little break. Mark said he doesn't want to spray his sperm too fast. Tom's disappointment didn't last long as he felt the new cock on his ass and soon inside him. Tom guessed that this cock was shorter, but slightly thicker than Mark's. Very quickly the man grunted loudly and Tom felt the sperm squirt inside him. Again, the public made noise. "Yeah give him the seed", "Fill him up", "What a happy slut", "He needs more"... Tom flew in his own spheres. He could no longer keep count of how many different cocks had been thrust into him and how many loads of cum had been injected into his bare ass. Tom was also surprised that more men knew about Tom's birthday. Several men growled at the moment of releasing "take my gift". Mark had to tell the men that Tom had just turned 18 when they wanted to celebrate Tom with their gift.

For the next hour Dave and I laid in bed watching a little TV and eating a snack from room service. All the while touching and fondling each other. I had yet to touch his cock, I was waiting to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I looked down at his hard cock and could see the pre cum on the sheets. Dave must have read my mind. “Are you ready to taste your first poz pre cum?” He rolled onto his back “Time to get to know me” he said winking at me. Taking his cock in my hand, I pulled his foreskin back and looked at all the pre cum on his head. I opened my lips and took him in my mouth tasting that delicious pre cum. I could hear Dave suck in a breath as I took his cock into my mouth. Swallowing as much of it as I could. I started to fondle his balls as my mouth moved up and down his shaft. Dave was moaning like crazy as I worked his cock over. “God Mike! That’s feels so damn good, I’m not going to lie, it’s been a while since someone sucked my cock. Oh god! You’re gonna make me cum! Do you want to swallow your first load of poz cum?” “Mmmhmmm” was all I managed as I doubled my efforts to taste his seed. I was intoxicated by words he had said. My first poz load! I didn’t care that I was swallowing the first one. Dave was sharing his gift with me. “OH FUCK!” Dave yelled. “HERE IT COMES! SWALLOW THAT POZ LOAD!” I felt his cock swell in my mouth and his balls shrink in my hand. And then it happened, I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, spurt after spurt I swallowed trying to keep up, Daves hands were on the back of my head as he buried his cock in my throat. “Fuck yeah! Swallow my seed man! Ughhhhhhhh!!!” I almost started gagging as he pushed further into my throat. I felt his hands start to relax and I pulled my head back to try and taste more of his seed. Dave’s breathing started to slow down, and I kept slowly sucking his cock milking every last drop of his sweet cum. I could feel him starting to soften as I pulled him out of my mouth. Laying next to him again, it was my turn to give the devilish grin. Dave started laughing. “I wasn’t expecting that, honestly. I thought you would want my first load inside you. “It is inside me” I laughed back. “I have been mesmerized by your cock since I first saw it. I knew I had to taste your cum. You mentioned that it had been a while since someone sucked you? Why is that?” ”Well to be honest, most guys just want me to fuck them. I get a lot of chasers asking for my load. Over the last 6 months I’ve kinda changed. I don’t want to just drop my load in any hole, I want that connection too. To know that the guy I’m with wants to share my DNA. Not just get knocked up. You’re the first guy I’ve been with since that decision. Honestly, if you had told me you were just chasing, I would have stopped talking with you. But when you said you wanted to know who gifted you and when it happened. It made me want to be the one to share my gift with.” ”I’m so happy that you said yes! And I’m honestly even happier that you want to share your gift with me. It will definitely be a bond that ties us together forever. Thank you Dave. Honestly” ”It’s my pleasure Mike. Let’s relax some more, then you want to shower and see where it goes from there?” ”Absolutely!”

Dave and I got up from the booth, I noticed for the first time that Dave had a back pack with him, I looked at him quizzically, he chuckled and said that he packed a couple things in case things went well and he stayed the night. I laughed back at him saying we shall see huh? As we entered the elevator, my nerves started to take over again. This was going to happen. I was going to let a guy who is poz fuck me bare and shoot his toxic cum inside of me. I could feel my cock growing even as my whole body was shaking. Dave looked over at me and saw my trepidation. “Hey I know you’re nervous. We will take this slowly. Are you sure you want this?” ”Yes” I replied. “I do want this, just feeling nervous.” The elevator doors opened, and I led Dave to down to my room, opening the door we both entered, Dave dropped his bag on the desk, we both turned and looked at each other having an awkward moment. Dave spoke first “I’ve got an idea, why don’t we both undress right now, we can get the awkward moment over with and then get on the bed and just get to know each other”. He ended the sentence with a quick wink “Sure” I said. “Sounds really good to me” Laughing Dave said “Come on let’s do this, I’ll start”. With that Dave kicked off his shoes, so I followed along. We both reached for our shirts at the same time. Pulling them over our heads, throwing them on the couch in the room. We stood and looked at each other. Both smiling, we reached for our pants and started taking them off. Sliding them down taking our socks off. They joined our shirts on the couch. We both looked at each other. We were both wearing boxer briefs and my eyes went directly to the massive bulge in his. Man he looked huge. “Like what you see?” Dave asked. “Mmmhmmm” I replied. We both grabbed our waist bands at the same time and slowly started to peel them down. My eyes on Dave’s crotch the whole time, his on mine too. As my briefs came down my 7” hard cock sprang free already leaking pre cum. Dave stopped and stared at my cock “Wow! Very nice Mike! Can’t wait to taste that pre cum!” He then continued sliding his briefs down My eyes were locked on him as his hard cock popped out. My mouth actually dropped open. He finished taking his briefs off and stood up. I just stood there taking him in. He stood about 6 foot very lean with thin muscles, a thick 8” uncut cock and nice sized balls hanging between his legs. He was also leaking a lot of pre cum. “Well” Dave said. “What do you think?” ”Damn!” I replied “You’re hot!” Blushing. “Thanks, so are you Mike, I really like what I see, let’s hop on the bed and check each other out better”

i don't know how i missed this story when it was originally posted, but i am so glad you brought it back Hamser - the narrator captures perfectly the contradiction of the true cum-dump. at the same time a worthless, less than human, vile and contemptible receptacle for all cock no matter if it is big or small, young or old, misshapen, diseased, toxic and all loads but also a servant to a calling that fills the needs of so many men, rising to this service by performing acts that would break lesser mortals. After a long, grueling weekend a top once put his arm around me and pointed at several of the other tops who had shared in using me that weekend and said, "don't ever be ashamed of what you are, none of those men could ever have done what you did this weekend - they wouldn't have lasted even half as long." that was a revelation to me and let me see myself in a new light. thanks for writing and sharing this story with us.

Laying low for two days… My stay in the city has prolonged. He told me “stay” and I just stayed. Usually when someone tells me “stay”, I run… But I am the last who should complain. I know that I am not the right boyfriend material type. I never was and I never will. “Your quality is your total command of the moment… Even when you spin you are tottaly aware of the situation and the environment… and so easy to adapt. You could be a top…” “No thanks” was my answer and he laughed. That was the new spice… He was laughing more… more relaxed… nn a way that a top feels like he doesn’t need to give exams every time to any loser or self- centered bottom… Sometimes I feel that the loneliness of a Top is more heavier than of a tweaker bottom’s, like me, who doesn’t give a shit if he has an erection or not. The bottom’s role is to provide the hole for a cock to unload. The top’s to provide the cock… Life should be simple. But what is simple? Sex is not simple. And sex on chems and slamming make it even more complicated. Too much paranoia… too much of a scene that can go wrong… too much drama… And the drama usually unfolds after the second session… when reality and the real character comes to the surface. When the beast is fed and the beast needs to rest and the beast needs to have a name and a house and a life, other than the dungeon and a bed other than the sling and the most important a washer and a drier to clean up the mess from the whatever session has just ended… I am a cumdump. I am not a slave. I do not find pleasure from pleasing a Top by doing the domestic chores. But I am not ungrateful. I do stay back to help cleaning up the mess from the lube, the cum, the piss. or the bed sheets… People like that. And I have passed the test. I do not steal drugs or money or silverware… I never chit chat asking about other tricks and I provide the less information about tricks and joints… Sir seems to like the way I command my silence. And I like the way he commands his… And it is easy for him to read me … I do not want to read him. He respects that I am not trying to out- smart him. But again he has seen the film again. As I said bottoms can be so mean and so self- centered and so territorial… I played the game once.. and I became no better… So now on this journey I want to become better. Less wounds and less words. So silence is part of my shield. My way of not hurt and not getting hurt. Some times it works and some times it doesn’t. With Sir I found myself that I want to make it work. So I prolonged my stay. Packed my stuff from the hotel called home and work that I was not returning soon and went to his house. He gave me time to heal the veins… heal the scars of the needles… slept next to him… and no fuck … no piss… he was leaving in the morning around 9 am and was back at 1 pm… morning. I checked his library… Literature was there… Travel guides… and the whole collection of Phil Andros’ novels … long ago before the whole internet shit Phil Andros was the James Bond of our tribe… And he cooked… I ate what was on the plate… simple food but tasty enough… I needed energy… for what was coming next… The fourth night without sex he said… clean your self … tonight we have a full moon gathering… I cleaned as he ordered… a good cumdump has to know how to rinse his insides and keep the ass hairless… I like things clean… even my breath… mints are always in my pocket… next to the fresh bottle of poppers… He warned me… “You will be double slammed… you will be on your limits… you will be a peace of rug… There will be around 50 people… you will be bent over a picnic table… I will give you the slams… only me I will do the needles … but you will get the loads from anyone.. there will be three bottoms… all slam sluts like your kind… do not exchange pleasantries with anyone... your hole is what matters… if I hear a word other than “fuck me” the deal is off… and if someone tries to bite you or give you more pain you shout for me.. I will be around.. maybe fuck a cunt or two but I will be not far… “Will you fuck me too?”… “Do you want me to fuck you?” “No fuck or no slam is the same if you do not cum in me…” “I will fuck you no worries but bitch… don’t dare to fall in love with me…” I wanted to say don’t fall in love with me either but as I said I know when I have to stay mute… The drive was about 45 minutes… We came to a trailer park… some tracks… some bikes… barrels with fire… Chilly but I knew I was shivering because of the anticiapation… I was like a lamp destined for sacrifice… We arrived in the center of a playground... A ping pong table… No one was there, only the two of us… But I could feel others presence… eyes were watching us… hungry eyes… I checked the moon … full moon alright… he took my clothes… and ordered me to bend over.. ropes… and a cloth over my eyes… I was bend over the pick nick table on the edge… my arms spread … my hole like an offering… I could feel the cold surface of the wooden ping pong table… couldn’t move… the arms secured… hole and mouth still available… I could hear the footsteps approaching… I felt the pricks of two needles entering the same time in both arms.. and then the push of the chem in my veins… I coughed… Head spinning.. buzz… and a cock in my ass …. Spinning… and a cock in my mouth… and I became light so light I could fly… and there was some kind of chants… or maybe it was just moanings… no reason to make sense in what was happening… One more body next to me… the other bottoms arrived… yes the lambs were secured… the moon was satisfied… and the wolves ready to seed… One cock came in my ass… It took only four seconds before another one push its way in … “Are you Ok bitch” I heard the Viking whispering in my ear… “Say you love me and I will” I wanted to say but instead the only word I said was “More”… And at that very moment I understood… if there was God if there any kind of ancient worship of Moon and Earth… then I was there for a reason… to feel connected with forces that are beyond of any understanding… My holes, my slams, my soul, where nothing more than offerings to something beyond of logic or understanding. My path is not a self-destructive one as I thought until now… No there is a reason behind everything … and the only way to full fill my destination is to take all the cum all the cock all the slams… “Are you with me slut?” I heard my Viking ask as he bind both tourniquets… yes time for round two… A cock inside stopped without getting out… just time for the slam to register… I heard my voice say : “More”… And more I got…

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…