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A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

I will say that I was a late bloomer and didn’t really understand my attraction to men and mainly to dick until my late teens or early twenties and by then I had an established life and friends and was almost to ashamed to come out and say that I was curious about having sex with guys. I kind of grew into my own way of living, I loved the gym, absolutely loved being lean and having a 6-pack. But I hardly took advantage of it, for almost a year I hardly went out and did anything other than school, the gym, homework and video games, but while everyone else went out and partied, I would indulge in my secret desires online. Chatting with guys online, reading stories, including fictional stories about guys like me being tricked or trapped into having sex with older men. I would usually fantasize about it and masturbate, but every time after I would cum, I would almost feel ashamed or not interested in men, but about 10-15 minutes later, the fantasy would come back and I would get back online and this would repeat and I would jerk-off two-three times a night on the weekends. This went on for a few years as I dug deeper and deeper into my online life. I had come very close to acting out the fantasy, but living in a small town, there were not many options to act out my fantasy. I had a friend who lived in a town about 30 minutes from my hometown, it was a little bit bigger than the town I lived in, but still less than 10,000 people. We went to a small Mexican restaurant and our waiter was very feminine and my friend told me “Yeah he is gay and has aids”. Did the guy really have aids? Probably not. Was he even gay? I have no idea. But that is the stigma that I grew up with, growing my desire to keep my identity secret. But that sentence that was probably false set me on a path that would change me forever. I got home that night and fell into my usual weekend night habit on the internet, but I found myself curiously searching about Aids and HIV and found it absolutely exhilarating! My heart was pounding, and dick was hard as I found HIV dating sites and started searching areas with high HIV populations. This went on for a few weeks before I stumbled across a website called “The Breeding Zone” and discovered that I wasn’t alone in my fantasy. For months and months and months I went there at night, reading stories about guys taking hiv positive loads and becoming poz themselves and just feel in love with the idea. I couldn’t explain the sexual draw to it, but it was like nothing I had ever felt before. After a few months I began writing my own fantasy stories on there and had a few guys comment on them, which made me want to write even more. I would rush home from work and began to write, it was almost all I could think about. I would spend weeks writing detailed stories and post them longing for people to tell me how much it turned them on. I would get some comments that highlight my lack of any actual physical experience, but I would take that and learn from it. After a few stories, I started getting men messaging me, telling me how much they liked the stories, but they all fizzled out. They would be halfway across the US or even in another country. And they didn’t seem turned on by the idea of having a sexual pen pal. But nevertheless, I kept writing, it was the closest I had ever been to actually having sex with a man. Getting to detail a sexual experience that I fantasized about and having other guys talk to me about it. I would say a little over a year into discovering this website, I posted part 4 of a 4 part story about a nice young man from a small town (sound familiar) who moved to the city and ends up letting a homeless man who he gives money too frequently outside his downtown apartment, come up to his apartment during a frigid cold winter storm and ends up getting raped and robed by the homeless man, but this tragic event leads to a destructive cycle of letting them man back into his apartment which repeats the same events, forced sex (which is not seeming to be too forced now) and being robbed and ultimately leads to the young man becoming HIV positive. A couple of nights after posting the story, I received a message from a guy halfway across the country. He told me how much he enjoyed my stories, and he offered up his poz cock to me anytime I wanted. It was such an exciting feeling, but again, he lived in Wisconsin, and I was in southern Kansas. But this guy was different, he wanted to chat and talk about it. I explained my situation and he felt bad and encouraged me to take a trip and act out one of my fantasies. We talked for months and exchanged different fantasies. One night he sent me this fantasy that sent me wild. From him: “We finally meet up, I am so excited to finally get to see you and meet you, but ultimately, I decide that I am too much of a risk. You’re too good of a person and I can’t do this to you. I try to leave, but you ignore me and pull me into you and start kissing me. We fall on the bed and again I try to stop you, but you continue, pulling my clothes off, I try to resist, but you’re so sexy and the emotional connection to you is so strong, I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. We are both naked on the bed, but again I realize how young you are, you have the rest of your life to live and you’re such a good innocent person, I can’t let me load consume you. I stop and say “my viral load shot up right before I got here, I’m not safe for you, it’s too dangerous”, but you’re too turned on by my rock hard cock rubbing against you. Your ass is dripping from the lube and wanting it so bad, you push me back and say “I don’t care, I am gonna ride your fukken dick whether you like it or not”. I try to resist but the feel of your silky ass sliding down on my cock is too hot for me to push you off. You keep sliding down on my rock-hard cock until I am fully inside of you. You start riding my bare dick and I start coming to my sense and tell you “Babe, seriously stop! My cum will result in you becoming positive, you need to stop and pull of now!”. But you don’t, you ride harder until I suddenly unload a torrent of my hot highly toxic jizz in your tight little hole. As you slide off my dick, red jizz drops out of you and the only thing I can then is welcome to the family son, you just got pozzed. You think for several seconds, then drop back down on top of me, kissing me deeply ands say “Thanks dad! Glad to be your son””. After reading that, if he was close to me, I would have totally let him shoot his load inside of me. This was the closest I had ever been to it, I believe that up until this point, this was just all a secret fantasy that I would never act out. I mean, if I am too afraid to come out of the closet, how would it be to come out of the closet and infected with HIV. But this story, a story from a positive guy directed towards me, I had never experienced anything close to that in my life and it was intoxicating. We talked for months and months and grew very close. I stopped writing and just looked forward to talking with him. He told me that he was a retired wood worker (lol) and became infected in the 80’s so he was pretty viral and had suffered some health complications from it. He said that he had taken meds, but being retired and on a fixed income it was difficult for him to afford. He was in his mid 70’s, I was only 25, so there was definitely an age gap but I was always attracted to older men, not sure why, but older men turned me on. He had to use a cane to get around and suffered from ED and said he hadn’t had an erection in a few years but loved giving blow jobs. Since we would probably never meet, this wasn’t too much of an issue, after all I could fantasize about his dick being hard as stone and unloading a river of poz cum. He also told me he was married, but his husband was ok with him messing around, if he used a condom, so he didn’t infect other people, but with ED he hadn’t done that in a long time. He was a wealth of information for a guy like me, being so inexperienced. He helped me understand some basic questions about anal sex between men and a lot of information about HIV and one thing that I didn’t know is that the likely hood of becoming infected was quite low. He did say that one of the biggest factors in becoming poz was the viral load of the top. He also said that any tears in the rectum could greatly increase the likely hood of infection and that blood in blood was really the only sure way to get infected. He said that with me being a virgin, I would need to be careful that there were no tears in my rectum wall that could expose blood vessels, cum can carry a large viral load, but nothing close to blood, so a top with an open sore on their cock would be extremely dangerous for a bottom. In October 2024 I got a message from Tim (the guy I had been talking to) and he informed me that him and his husband were taking a road trip for fall and he had casually mentioned Kansas and his husband wasn’t thrilled about the idea, after all Kansas isn’t known for its fall foliage, but he thought he had him talked into it. Tim: my husband used to be cool with me sleeping with other guys, but that has been a couple of years, and I don’t think he would be cool with me and him driving halfway across the country so I could meet another guy that I have been talking to for half a year. After all it doesn’t feel like its just sex with you and me. Me: OMG! That has my heart pounding! So nervous and excited Tim: I know! I wish I didn’t have ED issues! But would still be great to see you and I can still shoot a big load if you want to jerk me off or suck me off Me: oh and glad to hear that you see this as more than sex too Tim: Wow! I was so nervous to say that, didn’t want to scare you off, thinking I was falling in love lol Me: you better tell me you love me before you cum in me lol Tim: Oh, don’t you go falling in love, I’m a married man Me: Sorry, I didn’t mean that Tim: Lol I was joking! I think we both are starting to have feelings for each other, but you’re so young, why would you want an older guy like me Me: Lol, you can’t poz me and leave me. Your husband good with another roommate lol Tim: after he saw you he might be lol! All of my sexual frustration and fantasies were being directed at this one person. This guy had no idea of how much he was biting off. I was feeling as though I wanted him more than anything, I wanted him to leave his husband and move in with me and just fuck me raw every night. How long this would last I had no idea. In 5 years he would be in his 80’s and I would be in my thirties. Are there legit emotions involved or just sexual tension? I was blinded and all I knew was that I wanted to be with him. A couple of weeks later I get the message that they will be staying in a town 30 miles from my home town for 2 nights and couldn’t wait to see me. The time flew by, and the day was here and I was a nervous wreck, but felt somewhat comforted by the fact that he had ED and we wouldn’t be able to have sex. I really wanted to, but the reality of becoming poz was terrifying. His husband still didn’t know he was coming to see me, so we planned for me to rent a room at the same hotel, and he would tell his husband that he was going to go for a quick walk or get some ice and would stop by for an hour each day. The day was here, and I was in my hotel room waiting to hear from him and I was ready to leave and chicken out, but I was comforted by the fact that Tim had ED, was a good guy and was happily married and wasn’t trying to poz me, he just liked having sex. He encouraged me to get on prep before we met but told me that it was very unlikely that I would become poz, like less than 1% chance since his viral load was very low, and the chances of becoming poz from oral sex was next to nothing. And he was a good guy, happily married and I could trust him. I brought a 6 pack of beer with me and opened one up to try and relax when I got the message that they just got to their room, and he told his husband to unpack while he runs to get some snacks and asked what room I was in to come say hi really quick. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was so tempted to chicken out, but I just quickly put down my room number and pressed send before I could talk myself out of it. Within the next 10 minutes there was a knock at the door. I slowly approached to the door and opened it to see a taller bigger man standing there with a cane, he was older than I imagined him being, but still a lot of man. He immediately walked in and gave me a hug. He could tell that I was nervous and tried to console me telling me that it was ok and I could relax. He then pulled me in for another hug, pulling me in tight to his body and kissed me deeply. I began to relax and feel somewhat excited as he pulled me into his body tightly with his arms around me kissing me deeply. Tim: Fuck! We better stop or I’m going to fuck you right here and right now! Me: (nervously) Ok Tim: Damn you look better than the pictures Me: thank you Tim: I am not going to lie I felt my dick move for the first time in years kissing you Me: (just smiles) Tim: come here Tim pulled me in again and started to kiss me deeply Tim: we don’t have much time, but I fucking want you now Tim: My dick is getting so hard for you, I haven’t had an erection in years, but it fucking wants you so fukken bad Tim grabbed my hand and put in down his pants feeling his cock which was getting incredibly hard. He then began to pull down his sweatpants to the ground and reaching over and unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down as I held his cock in my hand. He pushed me back onto the bed and directed me to slide back as he reached down and grabbed a tube of lube out of his pocket and squirt it into his hand. I was scared to death. I wasn’t prepared for this to happen, I didn’t think he could get hard, I wanted to chicken out but watching him rub the lube on his cock was so exciting I was getting so turned on and then he told me how much he wanted me. All these years of wanting to experience this from afar, wanting, but never being wanted and now to finally have someone tell you how much they want you. Tim: I can’t believe this is happening. It shows how much I want you. Do you want me as bad as I want you. Me: (with a Shakey nervous voice I try to squeak out) yes Tim: I am so glad to hear that baby, I want you so bad, I want us to be together. You’re the only one who can get my dick hard. Do you want to be mine? A part of me was saying, you’re not ready to make this commitment, the rest of your life is about to change. How will you tell everyone “Hey I’m dating a 75 year old man and he gave me hiv”? How are you going to tell everyone that? And another part of me that didn’t care about anything outside of this room, my body craved his body and whatever the consequences of this were, it would be worth and and besides, he has a very low viral count, and the chances of becoming poz are less than 1% Me: yes Tim slowly crawled on the bed and on top of me. Feeling his naked body up against mine, the first time I have ever been naked with another man. He started kissing me deeply as I wrapped my arms around his big shoulders. He reached down and grabbed my leg behind the knee bending my knees up one after the other and I felt his rock-hard rubbing against my ass and he slowly moved his hips back and forth until the tip of his cock pressed against my hole, he pushed just enough to not penetrate me. Tim: are you sure you want me Me: yes Tim: I really care about you, do you care about me Me: yes I do Tim: I want to be with you so bad but I have to tell you my viral count is really high and this is dangerous. I laid there nervously looking at him, fuck I wanted it so bad but even he was scared for me, maybe we should stop, but then he started grinding his hips in a sexual motion and it felt so fucking good Tim: FUCK! I want you so fucking bad! Tell me to fuck you raw Me: Fuck I want it too, but is it safe Tim: Don’t you want me baby Me: yes Tim: then tell me to fuck you raw! Let me slide my bare cock inside of you. We can be together. I love you baby Me: Ok! Fuck me baby! Tim: Yes, tell me to fuck you raw! Tell me you want this viral load! You want me inside you and nobody else, tell me that you’re mine! Me: Fuck yes! I want you! I want you to fuck me and shoot your poz load inside me! And immediately I felt the head of his rock hard cock push in and stop and then gradually push deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Nobody can describe how good it feels to have a bare cock slide into you, you have to experience it for yourself and here I was with the first bare cock inside me ever and I never wanted anything as bad as I wanted this. Tim: this is dangerous, my viral load count is so high, are you sure you want this Me: yes baby! I want it! I am yours, take me! Tim started taking slow strokes and with each stroke I felt my breath get knocked out of my chest until we got into a good motion. As he pushed in harder and faster my arms and legs wrapped around him tighter and tighter. There was so much man on top of me pushing into me with all his force, he cock getting deeper and deeper. Tim: (repeating) fuck yeah, oh fuck, this feels so fucking good! Then out of nowhere Tim: oh fuck I’m cumming And I felt his cock explode a river of hot cum inside of me, just pumping poz cum out of his cock deep inside of me. Then he collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. Tim: oh shit, I have to get back to my room Tim got up and got dressed quickly and using his cane limped out of the room and as he left, he said, ill message you later. I was just lying there naked in the bed with his cum still dripping out of me and just like every time after you cum, reality comes flooding back and I realized what I had done, and I began to cry uncontrollably. I’m going to have HIV everyone is going to make fun of me and treat me like a diseased leper. What have I done! I laid there like that for about 10 minutes and decided I was going to get up and get packed and leave. I wasn’t going to stay and do this again. I got up and got packed but before I left to my car, I started to relax and talked myself into staying. Later that night I got a message from Tim. Tim: hey Me: hey Tim: we are out of ice, want me to stop by? Me: Yes! Tim came back by and said his knee was hurting from earlier so he laid on his back and told me to strip. I started taking off my clothes and Tim pulled his cock out of his sweat pants and grabbed some lube and began to jerk off his cock. He threw the lube to me and told me to lube up, which I did. He then told me to “Come here” so I climbed on the bed and straddled him. We began to kiss and he stopped me Tim: My cock is so poisonous right now, so fucking dangerous. You sure you want it? Me: Yes! Tim: then grab it and take it. Ride my fukken dick until you take all that poz load I reached back and grabbed his dick and aimed it towards my hole and slide back on it slowly. It hurt pretty bad after earlier today my ass was really sore, but I kept going, sliding down on it until it was all the way in and then I stopped for a second trying to relax and get used to it and then I started ridding his dick. I wanted him, I wanted his dick and I wanted his poz cum. It lasted longer than this morning, and it started hurting but soon I felt him unloading a torrent of hot toxic jizz inside of me. I got off him him and bloody cum just poured out of me. Tim: oh man! You’re going to end up poz this weekend after all Then he got up and left me lying there and again I began to cry thinking about what he had just said. So I made up my mind that I would leave first thing tomorrow and again by the time morning came I had changed my mind. I didn’t hear from Tim again until that night. Tim: We have been out sight-seeing all day, if you can call it that in Kansas lol Me: lol, yeah pretty flat Tim: we leave first thing in the morning tomorrow. Me: ok Tim: I don’t want to leave you, I thought about you all day today. Me: I thought about you too! Tim: We should have one more time together Me: Ok! Tim: and make it special Me: how so? Tim: do you trust me? Me: yes Tim: do you want me? Me YES! Tim: ill be there shortly Tim knocked on the door about 15 minutes later and said his husband was in the shower and he coudlnt wait any longer. He pulled me in tight and kissed me Tim: I want you so bad! Me: I want you Tim: I wish we could be together Me: I do too! Tim: we can make it so we will always be together Me: how? Tim just pulled me and kissed me and we made our way to the bed with clothes coming off along the way. I was laying on my back and he started rubbing my cock and then down to my hole and started to finger me without lube. It hurt but I didn’t stop him. It was incredibly uncomfortable and then his finger nails started to scratch me inside. I was trying to keep it in, but it hurt really bad so I eventually let out an “ow!” and he pulled out his finger and told me to look at it as it had blood all over it. I had my legs spread wide and he was laying between my legs and then he got up on his knees and squirted to lube down my ass crack and pushed into my hole and then he pulled out a knife Me: what the fuck is that for! Tim: watch He grabbed the knife and made a cut down the shaft of his hard cock and watched as it started bleeding. He smeared the blood all over his dick and then grabbed some lube and lubed up his cock. Then he laid down on top of me and started kissing me again and making thrusting motions with his hip. It wasn’t long before I was getting back into it and ready and soon I felt his cock pushing against my hole. Tim: do you really want me? Me: yes I do Tim: I want you too! Do you want us to be together Me: yes baby! Tim: no, I mean do you really want us to be together Me: I do! I fucking want you so bad Tim: your ass is bleeding badly; my cock is bleeding badly. If you grab my cock and slide it inside of you, it will be like injecting my blood into your blood and you will become poz and we can be together. If this is what you want, grab my cock and slide it in you now. Without hesitation I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole and kissed him as he pushed his cock inside of me. He pushed it all the way in and sat there kissing me, injecting me with his positive blood. After a few minutes he began fucking me harder than ever before. Each stroke knocked my breath out and I could feel my insides ripping and the soreness of my ass intensifying. What he said was true, I was being pozzed this very moment and I wanted it, I wanted him He shot his load inside of me and collapsed on top of me catching his breath and then got up, got dressed and started to walk out and as he walked out, he said one more thing to me: Tim: now we will be together forever I thought he wanted us to be together, but it turned out he just wanted to poz me. I had no idea that was his plan the entire time. I had no idea he was pumping himself with dangerous amounts of Viagra and Cialis to get hard, it wasn’t because “I made him hard” it was the drugs. I had no idea he wasn’t married, and this was all some story that he uses to make people trust him. It was all part of a plan and it worked perfectly.

Brent and Brad had been together many years. They had been high school sweethearts. Raised in Appalachia in deeply Christian families. Somehow they managed to graduate and get away to college with no one the wiser of their secret. They were roommates and self designed an extra circular course studying 'The Art of Gay Sex. ' They worked out together but were nowhere near gym bunnies or body builders. They were a short cute couple of twinks. After college they moved across the continent to start their careers in Seattle Washington; and, to liberate their sexuality. Their faith upbringing ran deep so they remained monogamous and continued to use condoms. Over the past year they had added gay porn to their sex lives. They were quite taken by surprise to see how much of it was barebacking. In the last three months they had stumbled on pozing porn and found Breeding Zone. They often read each other bed time stories from this site and Brad was particularly drawn to the bug chasing and gift giving fiction. They began to talk often about switching to raw fucking and opening the relationship to play together with other's. However they wanted to wait and start on some special occasion. Brad shared that he was becoming consumed with the idea of getting pozed and the fantasy of pozing willing bottoms. He hated his job and really wanted to become a naked message therapist. They had made a few private videos of their love making and toyed with the idea of creating a 'Just for Fans' account. Brent found this all hot and exciting but didn't share the desire to become poz. As Valentine's day approached Brent was very secretive about the special date he had planned. Brad ordered chocolates and flowers as usual. Brad's favorite meal was delivered by a handsome Uber Eats driver. As the driver was leaving Brent gave him a generous tip and a passionate kiss on the lips. Watching this got Brad so horny he had to reach into his trousers and adjust his growing erection. Brent said, "Great, that's the response I was hoping for." They enjoyed the meal with two bottles of expensive white wine by candle light. They were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Brent made an excuse sending Brad to answer the door. He opened it to see a handsome six foot muscular man in a stylish suit and expensive white shirt half open revealing a carpet of dark hair on his muscular chest. The man at the door asked to be invited in to deliver a singing telegram to Brad. Before singing he removed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves exposing beautiful hairy well developed arms. Brad moved to Brent's side and they kissed after the romantic little song. Their guest boldly walked over to them and planted kisses on their necks. He then silently motioned for Brad to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Brad checked with Brent who was beaming. Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and pulled the shirt tails out. A biohazard tattoo adorned the hair trail leading toward their guests cock. Brad lovingly ran his fingers over the tattoo and the man undid the top of his pants guiding Brad's hand to his growing erection. This was soon peaking out over his 'Skull and Bone' jock strap. As this handsome devil removed the rest of his clothing Brent moved in behind Brad. He embraced Brad and gently started stripping off his clothes. As the muscle stud crouched to take Brad's cock in his mouth Brent said he would be right back. He quickly returned with a video camera trained on his naked lover receiving his first blow job from a stranger. Brad was clearly getting more and more excited, before he could blow his wad the stranger moved him and bent him over the couch. Again the stranger crouched, this time proceeding to eat out Brad's ass. After ten minutes of sloppy hole play the hunk stood, spit on his ten inch thick cock and started to press against Brad's hole. Brad asked Brent for a condom. Brent shook his head and said, "this is our special occasion babe,you don't need one."

1. Beer in hand I flopped down on the couch and reached for the television remote. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. With the apartment empty of my three roommates for once I excited to relax and just enjoy the silence for one. I’d lived with the same guys since freshmen year of college when we’d all been assigned to the same suit. Then after college we’d all wanted to move to Chicago and so decided to get a place together. It was a good arrangement, at least we all knew we got a long and didn’t annoy the crap out of each other. People in college used to joke that we made an odd group. All three of my roommates had come out at some point freshmen year and I was like the token straight boy. We all found it funny. That day however, my whole universe had changed. Going to set my beer on the table I noticed a small unmarked brown bottle sitting on the coffee table. I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. It was about half full some kind of liquid. And then I did something that would have had a chemistry teacher screaming at me. I opened the bottle, held it directly under my nose and sniffed. It smelled almost like fuel, or cleaner, maybe like rubbing alcohol. It was a scent that told you this wasn’t something you were supposed to be inhaling, and yet… as soon as that first deep pull hit me I felt a lightness come over my body. It drew me back in for another sniff. This time I held it close to one nostril and plugged the other. I inhaled deeply pulling the mysterious scent deep into my lungs. Heat started to spread through my body. It started in my chest and radiated outward like a fire spreading across a log. I gasped. My head spun. I felt like my limbs were made of Jello but at the same time I felt full of electricity. I couldn’t help it. I took another sniff. This time I held my breath for a moment, holding the scent in my lungs before letting it out again in a gasping breath. The heat was now like a fire. I felt sweat trickling down my back. I felt lost in the heat. I pulled my shirt off, the fabric felt too constricting. I had to let some of the heat out. I breathed deeply a few times trying to calm myself, but I was still spinning. My heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. I pressed my hand to my chest, as if to calm my heartrate, but felt something else entirely. Rubbing my hand across my chest felt good… better than contact with my own body had ever felt. It was almost sensual. I hesitated for a moment, and then took another long sniff from the bottle. My hand drifted, almost of its own accord to my nipple and started to rub at the pert pink flesh. A groan escaped my mouth, and I flopped my head back against the cushions of the couch. “Holy shit,” I said outloud to the empty room as I started to toy with my nipple. I’d never really been much into my own nipples. A few girls had tried playing with them while we fucked but it had never really done much for me, and I’d always just left them alone while I masturbated. Now, however, they felt alive and electric. I twisted my own flesh feeling the heat in my chest well up as I did so. What the hell was happening, I thought, but at the same time decided I didn’t care. I kept rubbing my nipples enjoying the sensation through the haze that now filled my mine. Slowly the warmth started to fade and desperate to feel it again I pressed the still open bottle to my nose again and inhaled twice more. I wondered somewhere in the back of my mind if this was dangerous but I didn’t care. It felt good. I ran my hands all over my body feeling little sparks of pleasure whenever my fingers touched my skin. I kneaded my hairy pecs and felt the firm muscles beneath the flesh. Sweat was starting to spring up all over my body, and I suddenly realized I was hard as a rock I took another long drag from the bottle, and basking in the heat that it brought, unbuttoned my pants. I shimmied them off and sat on the couch in just my tented boxers. I rubbed at my cock through the fabric, a massive wet spot quickly forming as my cock started to leak precum. I lay my head back again. With one hand I played with my nipple and with the other stroked my throbbing cock through my underwear. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. Without even considering that one of my roommates might come home and fine me naked and hard on the couch, I stripped off my boxers and sat down fully naked on the couch. I grabbed the bottle off the coffee table and took several long huffs from it. My head was spinning. Stars were popping in front of my eyes. My chest felt tight, and my body felt like it was on fire. I stroked my cock. Shivers ran up my spine it all felt so good. I leaned further back into the couch and rubbed myself. My whole body was on fire. The scent of sweat joined the mysterious smell in my nostrils, which only seemed to turn me on more. I didn’t understand what had happened. When I sat down I hadn’t been horny in the least bit and now I was alight with lust. I pulled on my balls, moaning almost uncontrollably. Precum was now flowing freely from the head of my throbbing cock. It glistened on my shaft and matted down my dense pubes. It felt like I was in heat. I couldn’t control myself. I was being led by horny compulsions. After another big sniff of the brown bottle my hand started to drift down from my balls. At first playing across my taint causing little gasps to escape my mouth. Then, as if lead by someone else, for the first time in my life, I flicked my fingers across my hole. I’d never felt anything like it. Erotic pleasure erupted through me. I moaned and slid down the couch so my hips were tilted up and I had better access to my hole. I pressed against the tender flesh, feeling the resistance my hole gave and willing my body to give in. I pulled my hand away from my hole only long enough to spit into my palm and take another big huff from the bottle. I rubbed my spit slicked fingers on my hole and my head spun. I had never imagined anything could feel like this. It was overwhelming. My head lolled backwards and my mouth hung open stupidly. I felt a little trickle of drool escape the side of my mouth but I didn’t care. All that I was focused on was pleasuring my hole. My dick was completely forgotten, leaking as much as ever, pressed against my treasure trail. I never heard the door. I was too lost in my horny haze to pay attention to anything other than how good it felt to press my slick fingers against my virgin hole. I didn’t notice my roommate Alec walking up to the couch, or the shocked and terrified look on his face. I had no idea he was there until his shout of, “Jesus Christ! Matt what the hell are you doing?” broke through my mind.

Mine was similar to hntnhole's. I grew up in Champaign-Urbana, IL. A small city with a very large university. I went to the University's lab school (the weirdo school....it was GREAT). I used to go wait for the bus in the center of the campus adjacent business district. There was a bookstore there and I would wander in and browse while I waited for the bus when it was cold (and eventually when I needed new spank bank material). I noticed gay porn magazines in the huge rack of every magazine you could possibly want. They carried Numbers, Playguy, Mandate and Honcho (my favorite, what a surprise) as well as story magazines like First Hand. I initially shoplifted them (the only thing I ever shoplifted) until I risked it one day and bought one. I had finally caught on that the owner of the Little Professor Bookshop was an older gay man (I was only 15 and my gaydar was still under construction). He sold them to me ($1.95!) without a blink. It was kind of him and I became a regular customer. I wish I still had all those porn mags. Then, not long after, I discovered adult bookstores and glory holes and a PIG was made. This was so long ago that the porn was all Super 8mm film. You'd drop a quarter and the movie projector would start and run for a couple minutes while you sucked the cock in the hole. I can still hear the clicking sound seared into my brain. There was no sound on these movies (think Kansas City Trucking Co. or early William Higgins.) I learned to cruise and suck dick in those booths. At the time I didn't like getting fucked (bad experience as a younger person with an adult) so it was usually just oral.

Getting Away, Part 5 As Matt walks back to the cabin, he feels more activity around him. He realizes that the camp is filling up with more people for the weekend. Matt is conflicted about the sex he’s been having. It felt good to get fucked by Snake and by “July bottom.” However, there are now two groups of guys, about 20 in total, that know Matt took it bareback twice today. Matt came here to get away from a group of guys that would judge him for being slutty and he had vowed to use condoms multiple times and then hadn’t. Matt can’t tell if he’s angry at himself for not using condoms with these guys or angry at himself that he let himself be fucked with an audience both times. Paul catches up with Matt and says, “Matt you look like one of those kids in movies kicking rocks because he’s upset. You just got fucked twice and it’s not even dinner time. When we met, this would’ve made you happy. Did something go wrong with the last guy?” Matt doesn’t really know how to respond and says, “Nothing happened....that was.......wrong. I mean maybe. I mean, I don’t know. I let that dude bareback me and asked him to cum in me. I feel like I am getting really reckless.” Paul puts his arm around Matt’s shoulders as they walk and says, “Matt, I understand what you’re saying. It feels scary at times. So many guys have died. It’s 2000 and it still doesn’t feel like we have a handle on HIV yet. Trust me when I say this though. I see your face when you take bare cock. You love it. You want guys to cum inside you. You love that too.” The boys arrive at the cabin and Matt goes to shower, cleans himself inside and out. When he comes out of the bathroom, Paul says, “Matt if you really feel like you are being reckless, there are ways to take calculated risks. You know how to do it. It’s not fool proof, but you can still get fucked bareback all you want. We just need to set things up at home like before….proof of HIV results, only guys we know, etc. Or you can ride my dick as often as you want. I’d happily breed your ass daily.” Matt takes off his towel, lies next to Paul on the bed and cuddles up for a bit. Paul runs his left hand over Matt’s sexy body. Paul softly says, “Fuck! You are so hot.” Matt turns and kisses Paul. Matt says, “Thanks for the confidence boost. And thanks for being my friend. You’re a great guy.” Matt smiles and says, “A great guy especially given that you are the biggest ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ top anyone knows.” Matt chuckles and pokes Paul in the abs. Paul chuckles too. Matt and Paul get dressed for the pool again. Matt holds up the football lace up box style and the white speedo and asks Paul his opinion. Paul asks, “Matt you’re gorgeous. Guys want to fuck you no matter what you wear. However, those football lace ups make me want to destroy your ass.” They both laugh. Matt puts the football lace up trunks back on and a half shirt. Paul says, “You look like a total slut. I love it.” The boys fill their cooler and go back to the pool – vodka sodas. The pool has more people this afternoon. Matt and Paul set up near the same bears they met earlier. The bears welcome the guys back. There are lots of guys mingling and it seems like most guys know each other. Matt and Paul are introduced to friends of the bears. Guys compliment Matt on his outfit and how it shows off his body. It’s not long before Matt can see guys pairing off to go into the woods, the field or their campsites. He sees the neighbor from the cabin next door feeling another guy’s ass as he walks back toward the cabins. Matt can see a couple guys in the field clearly getting together even though they are mostly indistinguishable at this distance. Matt really likes how the guys here carry so little judgment about sex. He never thought a campground would be such a hot place to be open sexually. Matt is horny again. He gets in the pool. He continues socializing. Someone starts tossing a beach ball around and guys are trying to keep it in the air. Matt meets a lot of new guys this way. He feels many hands on his ass, abs, shoulders, back. He is getting very turned on. Then he sees the group of guys he met yesterday and, again, this morning on his run. Matt goes over to them. They make small talk. Matt does a shot with them. Paul brings Matt another drink. Matt is feeling his alcohol now and getting flirty. The guy who loosened Matt’s swimsuit laces in the pool yesterday leans in and asks Matt, “Did you wear these same trunks for me?” Matt smiles and says, “You already know what to do to get them off me.” The guy turns the flirtatious twink around, slides his hands down Matt’s body to the top of his swimsuit and tries to push it down. He says, “Looks like the suit is tied pretty tightly.” Matt feels the man’s cock getting hard on his ass. Matt reaches down undoes the laces a bit and leans back and says, “Try now.” The man pushes Matt’s trunks down in the back and feels his ass. Another guy, watching his friend and the twink flirting hard, slides up to them in front of Matt. He is big. Like football/rugby player big. The guy behind Matt feeling his ass says, “This is my friend. He has a nice cock.” Matt says, “Really?” and reaches down to feel the front of the rugby players’ swimsuit. He says, “Nice cock.” Rugby says, “Thanks. You’re sexy.” He feels Matt’s body and kisses him. The three guys swap kisses for a few minutes. Rugby and his friend exchange a look. Rugby asks, “Would you want to come back to our tent for dinner?” Matt looks at their group of 5-6 other friends and asks, “How many for dinner?” Rugby laughs deeply. Then he says, “How much can you eat?” It’s Matt’s turn to laugh. Matt looks at the group and can barely differentiate the guys – they are all the same version (tight gym bodies with a hint of edge to them) just in different packages (tall, short, with beard, cleanshaven, red hair, etc.) says, “How about a double date?” Rugby raises and eyebrow and says, “One more guy?” Matt says, “Sure. It’s dinner time. I’m hungry.” Rugby disentangles himself from the threesome, smiles and says, “Got a preference?” Matt, looking back at the crew of clones, says, “You pick.” As Rugby turns away, Matt grabs his forearm and says, “But pick a guy with a decent dick. If someone goes after you, I want to feel it.” Rugby turns back to Matt and says, “You mean I am getting your ass?” Matt smiles and shrugs. Rugby kisses Matt hard and says, “Got a condom big enough for me?” Matt says, “Nope. Do you?” Rugby smiles at Matt and shrugs. All three guys laugh. The banter between Rugby and Matt has them all turned on. Matt turns around and starts making out with the guy who lowered his swimsuit. His bare ass is now facing the rest of the pool, below the water. A staff member comes over to the side of the pool and asks Matt to pull up his swimsuit. Matt apologizes and pulls up and ties his swimsuit again.

2. I stared up at my roommate bleary eyed without stopping what I was doing. I gave him a sloppy grin, my mind too hazy to register how weird the moment was. Alec stood there and looked at me for a long moment. I must have been a sight, slumped down on the couch, naked and glassy eyed, drooling, my cock smearing precum all over my stomach, and my fingers desperately trying to penetrate my hole for the first time. He looked past me to the coffee table and noticed the open little brown bottle. Comprehension spread across his face, “Matt… Matt did you… did you open that little bottle?” He said, sounding concerned. “I didn’t know what it was,” I said, my words coming out slightly slurred. “I just felt so hot. It all felt so good. Alec it all feels so good.” “I’m gonna kill Jack. I told him not to leave those poppers laying around they’re too strong… Holy shit Matt!” While Alec was talking I had kept rubbing my hole and just at that moment I finally managed to get one of my fingers past my ring. It sank deep into my hole. I let out a long satisfied groan. “It all just feels so good,” I moaned, and with my finger still inside my hole I reached for the bottle on the table. For a moment it looked like Alec was going to try and stop me, but then another look came across his face. He came around the couch so he was standing in front of me now. His expression had shifted. He no longer looked confused and worried, now he looked hungry. “Is this the first time you’ve every played with your ass Matt,” he asked in a soft low voice. “Yes. I just felt… the heat… it led me there.” “It feels good doesn’t it Matt? You like having a something inside your hole.” “It all feels so good! I can’t stop.” “That’s because you’re high on Jack’s special poppers. They make everything feel amazing, but they don’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do… at least a little.” He paused looking me up and down. “Fuck, you look hot all gooned out on poppers playing with your hole.” “Thanks man. I feel fucking sexy.” “You are Matt, you are.” Alec grinned. Then he said, “Do you want me to help you feel even better?” “How?” I said desperately. The one finger in my hole felt so good I almost couldn’t imagine how someone could help me feel even better. “Do you want me to show you?” He stepped a little closer. I felt a shift in the dynamic in the room but didn’t understand it in my blissed-out state. “Yes!” I practically screamed. “Good… just remember. You asked me to do this.” With that he pulled off his shirt tossing it aside. I’d seen all my roommates shirtless at one point or another in out six years living together but I’d never really thought much of it. Now in my compromised state I found myself looking at Alec in a new way. He had wide shoulders and narrow hips. His pecs were round and plump with a little patch of hair growing right in the center and trailing down his trim but not overly defined stomach till it vanished in his waistband. For the first time in my life I thought… he looks hot. Alec unzipped his pants and kicked them off before he got between my legs and knelt down in just his briefs. “Alright,” he said, taking hold of my wrist and pulling my hand away from my hole. “One hand playing with your nips and one hand holding those poppers to your nose boy. Take a big long inhale for me and count to ten before you breathe out.” I did as he said. With the hand that had just been in my hole I started to play with my nipples switching between sides, and with the other I pressed the bottle to my nose and took a long deep sniff. My head swam. My vision closed in for a second. Heat rushed down through my body. Alec took hold my both of my thighs, and positioned me a little closed to the edge of the couch. Then while I was lost in the rush of a fresh his, started flicking his tongue around my hole. My mind exploded with pleasure as Alec went to work on my hole. I moaned and whimpered, unable to do anything but lay there. My jaw hung loose, my mouth just open, as he ate me out. It was like nothing I had ever experience. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My hole quivered under his assault. Steadily his tongue’s flicking motions became more and more pointed, pressing directly into the center of my hole. “That’s it,” he mumbled, “Open that straight boy hole up for me.” “Fuck! Alec. Fuck! That feels so good,” I said blearily. “Good boy. Give in to that feeling. I’m going to make you feel so good. Take another big his for me.” I did as he instructed and took another long hit. Closing my eyes as I held my breath letting the mysterious scent take me away. “Fucking beautiful,” Alec said, and pushed his tongue harder against my hole. He pushed and pushed and I felt myself opening up for him. My hole bloomed around his invading tongue, slowly relaxing till it was putty in his hands. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered again, and started rubbing his fingers around the edge of my hole. My cock throbbed at his touch, and big globs of precum pumped from the tip adding to the trickle that was constantly leaking out. My stomach was sticky mess, all my hair matted down to my skin with smears of precum. “You’re almost there,” Alec cooed, “Just a little more Mattie. Relax. You want me to make you feel good don’t you.” “Yes! Please! Make me feel good.” “Good boy. Just relax then. I’m going to make you feel good in ways you could never imagine. Another big hit for me.” I pressed the bottle to my nose as he spit onto my hole, and smeared it around with his fingers. When I finally breathed out Alec pressed at my hole with two of his fingers. There was a brief second of resistance and then my hole just opened for them. As if by magic my virgin hole winked open and Alec’s fingers disappeared completely inside me. “Oh fuck!” I shouted. “Good boy. Good boy.” Alec said as he started to work his fingers in and out of me. My head was spinning. My body was on fire. I was sweating so much that the scent just hung in the air. I couldn’t focus on anything. The crashing waves of pleasure Alec was sending through my body were completely overwhelming. I felt like I should have cum right then but I didn’t. Instead my cock just continued to throb and leak. Alec worked my hole expertly, twisting his fingers in and out. He held two fingers from his other hand in front of my face and said, “Suck.” Obediently I opened my mouth and sucked down his fingers. Inexpertly I slobbered all over them till they were dripping with spit. Alec withdrew his fingers from my desperate mouth and started to alternate between which hand was invading my hole. He had me take another hit and when I did he pressed another finger into me, widening my hole even more. I just moaned. It was bliss. Everything that was happening felt so blissfully wonderful why would I ever give it a second thought, let alone resist. We repeated the process of me huffing deeply as he finally added his fourth finger to my hole. Some little part of my brain couldn’t believe what was happening. I’d never imagined playing with my hole even a little and now my gay roommate had four of his fingers crammed in ass and I was loving it. “Fuck yes,” Alec said, “You like that don’t you straight boy? You like me opening up your ass.” “It feels so good man! Don’t fucking stop!” “No that’s not enough Mattie,” he said, and pulled his fingers out of my now open hole. “You have to say it. Tell me what’s making you feel so good.” “You Alec. You’re making me feel so good… your… your fingers in my ass! Fuck! Finger my hole Alec!” I practically shouted. “Good boy.” He said, and rammed his fingers back inside me. “Your holes so open Matt. You look so fucking hot high off your mind on poppers stretched around my fingers. Fuck!” “Your fingers feel so good inside me. I never… I never thought having something in my ass would feel this good!” “Well,” Alec said with a wicked grin on his face. “Wanna try something even better?” “What?” “Flip over with your chest on the back of the couch.” He instructed taking his fingers from my hole again. “Perfect, now stay right there while I go and get something I think you’ll like even more than fingers. Take a couple big hits of those poppers while you wait.” I never thought of doing any other than what Alec instructed. If there was something that would feel even better than his fingers in my ass then I wanted to find out what it was. So I stayed bent over the back of the couch, my ass on full display and took two deep drags off of the bottle clutched in my fist. After a moment I head Alec coming back, “Eyes forward,” he said in a commanding voice I’d never heard him use before, “You don’t need to see what’s coming, just give in to the pleasure.” I obeyed. I could hear him setting several things down on the coffee table. Then there was a new sensation. Something blunt and thick was pressing against my hole. It felt cool and slick against my nearly virginal pucker. “Deep hit off the poppers boy.” I followed his instructions, flying so high I was likely never to come down. As soon as the scent hit my body my hole relaxed and whatever Alec was pushing against my hole slid easily inside me. We both let out load deep moans. “Holy shit, you just took that whole thing,” Alec said as he started to work the invading object in and out of my hole. “What a waste… a straight guy having such a perfect fag hole. Although,” he jammed the object roughly into my hole again causing me to whimper, “Get you high enough on poppers and apparently it doesn’t matter if your straight or not does it.” “Fuck Alec! What did you put inside me! It feels so good. Don’t stop! Keep fu…” I stopped… a little part of my mind that was still in control knew what I had been about to say and had pumped the breaks despite how good it felt. “Keep doing what? What did you say boy? Come on… let it out, or I’ll stop.” He slammed the object in and out of me a couple of times as if to drive his point home. “Don’t stop…” I couldn’t say it… but I wanted to… he started to pull the object out of me, slowly and deliberately. I panicked, what if he really did stop and then the pleasure would stop! “Don’t stop fucking me!” I practically shouted. “God damn that’s hot. High on poppers and literally begging to be fucked. Do you want to see what I’ve been fucking you with Mattie?” “Yes!” He pulled the object out and held it off to the side. I looked over my shoulder startled to see a thick black dildo. I stared aghast at it. It seemed impossibly thick and several inches longer than even any dick I’d ever seen in a porno. That thing had been inside me?! “I told you, you had an impressive hole. You took this one so easily, let’s try something a little more intense.” “Yes please Alec! Fuck me! Please Alec! Fuck me!” He leaned over, his hand between my shoulder bladed and his mouth right next to my ear. “Don’t worry straight boy… that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Bottom Jim, I endorse 50latinos suggestions. There are also two bathhouses, one (probably the nicest one I've ever been to) on Broward Blvd, (which is zero-hundred N/S). Ask the Googler about it. There's another over in Oakland Park, Clubhouse II. It's a little bit on the run-down side, on a major thoroughfare (Oakland Park Blvd), and things can get downright drrrrrrty over there. He's also spot-on about Slammer - it's a "must-do" when you're here. Google it too. I think they must have a "pig-meter" somewhere near the entrance, so only guys that really need pigsex get in. There's a bar (but you have to bring your own liquor, they don't have a license), and the bartender will put your name on it, serve it to you when you come up for air. Pigsex takes place everywhere in the joint - there's a (very) darkroom, an orgy room, two areas with elevated galleries where guys stick their Cocks through gh's for waiting cocksuckers on the ground floor, quite a number of booths w/gh's, slings in public areas so every guy can watch, a smaller darkroom by the fireplace, on and on. There are 3 private, fenced parking lots, in case you rent a car. Around 11 pm, the lots tend to fill up. Slammer is my favorite fuckjoint in town. If you choose to stay at Inn Leather, and you message me, I'll send you driving directions from there to the action spots. I.L. is convenient to the airport, but not any of the pigsex neighborhoods. I recommend I.L. - It's reasonably priced, clean, and fun. Locals often buy day-passes and go down there for a day of whoring - all the rooms have slings in view of the windows. So a guy in in the sling taking loads is clearly visible to guys on the pathways around the buildings, they can look in, and if you leave the door to the room cracked open, they'll come in and join, There's also guys fucking anywhere on the premises, the pool (occasionally in it), the paths around the buildings, etc. Sadly, I wouldn't bother with Ramrod - which was the best pigbar in town for decades. Now, it's just a neighborhood bar, and all the bar-breeding action has moved up to Wilton Manors and the Eagle. You may want to "uber" it to Eagle - parking can be a bitch.

Poppers are such a great way to enhance sensitivities to being penetrated or doing the penetration. Love them either which way I’m fucking. When I bottom, they make me super horny and my fuckhole relaxed to take a hard pounding. When I top, my cock gets even harder and swollen. They help me control my urge to cum, letting me enjoy fucking for a long time. Nothing hotter than sniffing poppers with a fuckbud and going down on each other.

Or the tried and true, fuck your way through all his Exes, friends, coworkers. Exclusively fuck guys with a bigger dick than your man. Never let him top you unless you've already been bred by someone else. Have your partner eat you out and swallow someone else's load mixed with their own after breeding you. And my personal favorite, if he's asleep, perfect time to go get railed by strangers in your car, at a cruising spot near by, the basement, the entry way to your apartment/home etc. just be sure you wake your man up in the morning by sliding down that morning wood, they will be to excited feeling that hot wet hole milking them to think of anything but unloading in you. 🤤

sorry but i take the horrible person prize here 😜 trick #1 avoid all talk of exclusivity at all costs. it's not cheating if you didn't promise not to. if forced to discuss it, tell him you want to be exclusive. then tell yourself the operative word here is "want". we're only human and opps happen, sometimes you just trip in a public toilet and your open mouth happens to fall on a stranger's hard on. trick#2 go around fucking other people's husbands as often as you want. claim it's between them and has nothing to do with you. trick#3 cheat on every person you ever dated yet go around boasting that you've never cheated once. as george costanza said "it's not a lie if you believe it yourself" trick#4 if caught red handed, rely on time tested lame excuses ie the infamous "we were on a break" trick #5 you're no jimmy carter. jerk off to cheater porn. try to cheat but fail. it doesn't count. etc trick#6 catch your man cheating at the same time you yourself cheated on him. make a big big deal about how devastated you are that he did this to you. never even hint that you did the same. you're the victim here.

Raw cock head pressuring his vulnerable hole Brad couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck, you sure hon?" "Couldn't be more sure", smiled Brent "So are you really poz?" Brad asked the stranger. "Oh yeah" the casual response. "But you must be undetectable. Right?" "Fuck no! I have a massive viral count. Your hubby invited me to knock you up Brad. Happy Valentine's." "Fuuuuuuccck mee! Are you sure Brent?" Brent responded, "It's what you want babe. I just want to see my hubby happy. Besides, I started PreP three months ago. Go for it buddy!" By this point the thick head had penetrated Brad's stretched outer ring. The gifter knew to allow lots of time for Brad to adjust to his massive member. After a couple minutes of pushing he'd only gotten an inch and a half into Brad. Brad stopped his breeder and motioned for him to sit on the couch. Brad then climbed up and straddled his new fuck buddy looking him straight in the eyes. He proceeded to sit on the massive naked poz pole. His grimace had a sheen of joy as he slowly yet steadily sank down on the stiff rod. He hesitated a split second but painfully pushed on down to break through his second ring. As the pain transitioned to pure pleasure he began bouncing as if riding at the rodeo. His gifter certainly had endurance as they fucked in four or five different positions over the next hour or so. Brent also now naked kept filming accept those times he would stop to suck Brad's cock or eat out the gifters hole. "You guys better be sure about this 'cause your man here is about to get my three day fuckin load flooding his torn up ass. Can't stop me now! Argh! Fuuuuuuccck! Fuuuuuuccck! Fillin you, you fuckin faggot! Only took the one load to infect the other two guys I've knocked up." Brad couldn't feel the cum but counted seven body contractions pulse through his gifter. With the huge naked cock still in Brad Brent managed camera contortions to film himself impaling on Brad's raw cock for the first time ever. Brad was so horned up Brent was barely fully penetrated when Brad's cum spewed into his ass guts. When they were untangled the gifter bent over the couch and received Brent's load deep in his fuck shoot. Two and a half weeks later the gifter was back pumping an insurance load in a very sick and sweaty Brad. As soon as Brad recovered from the fuck flu the high school sweethearts began entertaining a different man every other night of the week and most weekends. Brad registered in massage school, and they practice 'The Art of Bareback Gay Sex.'

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

First of all, let me apologise for the delay in this story, many of you have been asking for this for a while but due to an old broken laptop it’s not been possible, however due to new machine here you go. As you may have worked out from my first story ‘Pozzing the Blond Boy’ I’m into young guys. I always love the chase, from chatting to them through to the actual meeting, persuading the guy to take my toxic poz cock deep in his body. I also like guys with cool hair. Not only does it look good, but I really enjoy running my hands through a guy's hair during sex. I chat with a fair number of cute young guys and seem to be an attraction for them. Why, I’m not sure why, but then I’m not complaining. So how did this story start. Well I was online chatting to a few guys and checking out profiles when I came across a picture that made me stop in my tracks: this young guy was model cute. Very cute face, 5’8” so slightly shorter than me and looked younger than he actually was, which I always find a bonus. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes, a lovely combination and his hair was what I’d describe as a young Justin Bieber swept to the side look, short at the back, also a favourite of mine. I decided I would send him a message just to say hello, not really expecting a reply. To my surprise I received a reply almost immediately. I won't bore you with all the conversational details because that’s not what you want to hear, but we both liked what we saw, his private pics revealed the cutest bubble butt you’ve ever seen, and a slim but slightly defined smooth body. Our conversations revealed that he was a virgin, very nervous about meeting and a bit unsure about himself. After chatting for a while he decided he wanted to meet. Now a guy like this, unsure about himself and nervous about sex is a young guy ripe for stealth breeding, a cute guy you just want to infect but I’d also got to know him quite well and felt kind of guilty so I started asking some poz-probing questions. He was unsure about taking my cock, however loved the look of it and decided he wanted to meet out and go for a drive and a chat. Just to say hello in person. When I pulled into the car park to meet him, always in the back of my mind if he was actually going to be there, but he was. This boy was amazingly cute, even better looking than his pics which were already stunning, he’d had his hair cut that morning so it looked great, neat but still floppy. He got in the car and we went for a drive. During the drive I steered the conversation onto sex, something which I could see was uncomfortable for him to talk about but he so wanted to do things with a guy that his hard cock started to show, I looked down and smiled but he seemed embarrassed, I told him not to be and guided his hand down to my thick poz cock that was hard and wet at the tip. This seemed to flick a switch in his head and he started rubbing my cock, it felt great but I needed more from this boy, I knew I couldn’t fuck him that day but wanted his sweet boy mouth wrapped around my hard cock. We found a place to stop and I leant over and kissed him, he kissed me back and was learning with every minute, I slid my tongue into his mouth as I grabbed his cock and he whimpered with pleasure. After a while I sat back, unzipped and got out my hard poz cock, pulled back the foreskin revealing a wet, pre-cum covered head, all worries about me being poz seemed to go from him as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to wank it. I needed more and asked him to suck me, he went straight down and I felt his warm wet mouth slide over my cock, it felt amazing, I looked down at his sexy hair and buried my hands in it, something I’d wanted to do since first seeing his picture, it felt great between my fingers, thick textured floppy hair, this made me want to blow my toxic poz load in this boys mouth, but I didn’t want him to waste it, I wanted it swallowed. I put pressure on the back of his hair, pushing his head down, fucking my poz cock deeper into his throat, I told him I was going to cum and wanted it swallowed. I put more pressure on his head building up the pace until I felt my balls tense, I pushed his head down hard, right in the back of his throat and felt my toxic seed pumping deep inside, and he had no choice but to swallow it all like a good boy. After the meet we chatted a few more times and during the chat he revealed that he loved what we did and wanked about swallowing my poz seed for days after, so we arranged a time when his house was free to meet and take his virginity. The talk of poz seed was now turning him on big time and finally the day arrived. He opened the door and gave me a smile that could melt you, those gorgeous light blue eyes, that sexy floppy hair just waiting to be grabbed. As soon as we were in his bedroom I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, as we kissed we undressed, my hands running up the back of that hair as he buried his tongue into my mouth with an almost primal urge. We got into bed, our naked bodies together, out had cocks fighting with each other under the duvet. After some intense kissing he put his head under the covers, not wanting that hair messed up I pulled the duvet down laid on my back and looked down at the top of his hair as he went to work on my cock. He was taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth, his floppy hair touching my stomach as he went down deep. This boy was doing such a good job, that I could have been there for hours but my brain was saying to me, breed this boy now! I pulled him off my cock and pushed him onto his back, lifted his legs revealing that tight virgin hole, twitching for its first time. I went down on his sucked his cock, tasting his sweet young pre-cum, then worked down to his hole, getting my tongue on and in it, by this time he was moaning with pleasure and now I wanted just one thing, this boy needed to be fucked, needed my high viral load deep in him, infecting him for the rest of his life. I slightly lubed up my cock but just left his hole wet from its rimming. I lifted his legs and positioned my cock at his hole. I told him it was time for him to lose his virginity and that it was going to hurt, but hurt in a good way and he’d love it. I slowly pushed my cock, his hole resisted at first but then with a pop my head slid in, he gasped in pain and tears started to form at the edge of his eyes, but there was no way I was stopping, this boy had given into me and now it was time to initiate him. With one push I drove my thick throbbing pre-cum covered cock right into his guts, he cried with pain so I held still to let him get used to me after all seasoned guys have difficulties with my thick cock so a virgin is definitely going to struggle, he looked up at me through those teary eyes and said, I want this, I want you. I started to slide all the way in and out fucking him deep, his cock started to harden with every stroke and with every stoke I drove it in harder until I was really ramming him, his hair shuddering with every thrust. I pulled out turned him over doggy and rammed my poz cock deep in that willing hole, with every thrust producing a whimper from him, I grabbed his hips and fucked his virgin hole into submission, his floppy hair bouncing with every thrust. I pushed him down on his stomach, laid on him and drove my now dripping poz cock, home, deep into his body, piercing and ripping his inner ring, I buried my hands in the top of that floppy hair while giving him a fuck he will never forget. After I had fucked him into the mattress for a good fifteen minutes I pulled out and revealed my poz cock covered in pre-cum and blood from this boys ripped hole, it was now time to infect this cutie and to have a connection like no other with him for the rest of his life. I turned him back over lifted his legs and rammed my cock home, he gasped again but this time it was in pleasure, his hole finally given up to my highly toxic poz cock. I drove my cock into him while he wanked himself, I could feel my balls building, tingling, my cock started to swell big time and as it did I leant forward, buried my hand in the top of his hair and kissed him. I couldn’t hold back any more, so I pushed in deeper than ever before and as I felt my cock pop in his inner ring it exploded, sending volley after volley of thick highly toxic cum into his guts, directly deep into his body, as I was pumping my high viral load into him, he moaned and then I felt his cock pulse and hot cum shoot between us coating my chest with his seed as I had just done to his arse walls. I whispered in is ear while he was still recovering with my cock in him that I’d just pozzed him and that he was a part of my club forever. I pulled out and told him to clean my cock with his mouth, which he did without hesitation, the enormity of what had just happened still not had time to screw with his mind. He cleaned it so well that I stayed hard, so got my hands on that hair again and told him not to stop, as you may know from my previous story I have a bit of a kink, I like to make sure the boy knows he’s mine. After he sucked me for a while I stood up, him on his knees and got him to bow his head forwards, I wanked my cock hard until I was ready to shoot a second poz load, I aimed it at him and unloaded all over that sexy hair, my strings of white cum laying on his hair, him looking up at me looking properly used. I rubbed my cum into his hair and told him he should keep it in for the rest of the day as well as my cum in his arse. I took a small pair of scissors and cut a full length lock of his hair as my trophy, another to add to the collection. We got dressed and chatted for a good hour about what had just happened, when it was time to go, I gave him a hug and felt my now dry cum in his hair, very horny, when I left and walked away it was a feeling of a job well done but also not the end of the story, after all he’s invited me back to do it all again!

Chapter 6 Feeling the pulsing cock in my one hand while impaling my face and throat again and again on the second one, I was in love with these two beautiful dicks and couldn´t get enough. Then Jamal tapped me on the head and withdrew his cock while standing up and so did Taron. I looked up at these beautiful black gods above me, their seeing their cocks from underneath, seeing them from this angle hang just over my head. Then suddenly Jamal slapped his cock down at my lips and Taron grinned and joined him. I was confused for a second, but then laughed and put out my tongue to lap at their cocks when they came swinging down at my face. Then they stopped with their cockheads both right at the corners of my mouth and I started alternating between slurping at their cockheads. I felt really slutty, but these men seemed to like it and I did, too! I put a hand down to jerk my cock and was surprised to find it soft, despite my intense horniness. The guys noticed my confusion (well, it probably wasn´t that hard to nice, because my mouth went down, away from their cocks. “No worries sweety, it happens to some cocks when smoking.” “But not to the ones, that are supposed to be used…” Taron chimed in and nodded towards their still rock hard dicks. I kind of blushed a little, but understood the underlying request and continued, this time going down further on his dick and trying to get it in as deep as possible. Jamal used this moment to walk behind me and kneel down. He casually slapped my but cheeks and said “Up!” I got into a kneeling position to push my ass towards him. Apprehensive, but excited that he would finally take care of my ass, while at the same time a bit sad that Taron´s cock went out of the reach of my mouth with that, me just being able to wrap a hand around it and jerk it from below. Jamal´s big hands pressed onto my but cheeks and spread them and he dove with his tongue at my hole. “Ughhh!” I could just moan, surprised from the sudden assault. Usually guys took their time with fingers first, right? I had closed my eyes for a second, when I felt something at my lips. While opening my eyes I also opened my mouth, feeling the stem of the glas pipe being slightly pressed against my lower lip, while Taron handled the lighter. “Suck it, baby…” he murmured. Surprised again I registered, that the smoke was already coming out of the pipe. In my joy I must have missed the click of the lighter. So obediently I sucked in the smoke that would surely make me tinge again and… free me? “Very good. A little more… that´s it. Hold it in. You know what to do, right boy?” He stated this more than really asked, while swinging his hips slightly, his knees a bit bent, so his cock was swinging right before my eyes. Of course I knew! So I sucked his cock into me with force, choking myself a little and freely blocking my path for air, giving him and his cock control over my breath. My head. And somehow, of my life. I tried to give Taron the kind of feeling Jamal was giving me through my hole. Fuck, I think never had a rimjob felt this good! So I tried to go back and forth on the beauty in my mouth, getting more and more of it down my throat, massaging the head with my throat muscles and the underside with my tongue to the best of my ability. And that´s when it happened: Jamals suddenly pierced my hole with his tongue and my yelp (that of course was barely any noise at all to anyone but me) seemed to give Taron the opportunity to do his stab and really burying his cock in my throat, bringing my head into his pubes. My eyes bulged and I struggled for a second, feeling overwhelmed by so much cock in me. But Taron quickly held my head firmly in his hands, while caressing my face and telling me how good it felt, to relax my throat, stay there for just another moment and what not. And I actually managed just that for a couple of seconds, feeling a sense of pride starting to rise in me. Accomplishment, mixed with this feeling of utter sexual euphoria from feeling the pubes of this hot fucking black god scratching ma face and… well, maybe it was also the smoke that made my lungs scream for release and my head tingle. Probably all of it? Finally Taron released his grip and I quickly breathed out and taking a raspy breath in quickly afterwards, to get some oxygen into my system, before breathing out again, some smoke still coming out. Fuck, that was hot, but I can´t do this more often or I would pass out, I thought. That´s when I registered, that both Jamal and Taron had stopped their action and stood on their feet, sternly looking down at me, not moving a muscle, suddenly looking intimidating. My eyes widened. Fuck! Taron finally spoke up: “You know what you were supposed to do, right?” I meekly nodded. “Say it, boy. What were you supposed to do?” asked Jamal in a hard voice. “I, hmm…” My voice cracked, but then I quickly added “I was supposed to hold in the air for long, which I did! But I think I should have blown it down the cock slowly…” “You think?” “I WAS supposed to blow it out slowly, around the cock.” I said, more strongly. While looking down. What situation had I brought myself into here?! “Right boy.” Taron said, nodding. “You didn´t do what you knew you were supposed to. So there will be a punishment.” My head jerked up. What the fuck?! “Don´t worry, Jakey. Since it’s the first time, we will find something suitable to help you not disobey us again, but not too harsh. In fact, you might come to like it.” Jamal´s lips went into a curl, before he turned around and got something out of a drawer. Then he came back and knelt down before me, hiding whatever he held in his hand. “Eyes up! And keep them there!” I felt anxiety kick in, but obeyed. They wouldn´t harm me, would they? I felt Jamal´s big hands working my ballsack and something cold slide along my cock, but kept my eyes up. After like ten or fifteen seconds I heard something turn and click and Jamal stood up again, a small key in his hand, grinning widely down at me now. “It suits you perfectly! Now have a look!” I did and when my eyes saw the small (very small!) band of circular metal rings that encased my cock, I´m sure they also widened in shock. My hand flew to my cock and just felt cool metal. There was also a ring going around my balls, preventing the other rings from just being taken off. “What the…?” “Fuck baby, this is a little punishment, but it also looks so fitting to see you cock caged and kept in that small stage! I wouldn´t be used anytime soon anyway, right?” Taron said, while jerking his big dick, as if for comparison. “I´m, uh, I… what is that?” I was completely dumbfolded. “It´s a cock cage baby, to make sure you´re not trying to use that little dick while there are so much better dicks around. And so much better ways to use your body…” Jamal trailed off. I looked down again and couldn´t believe how tiny this thing seemed. My cock was a grower, but If you had asked me before if it would fit into that cage, I would have laughed at you. But there it was, securely held around my cock. An unfamiliar weight between my legs, like my cock was as big as theirs and filled with blood, ready to go. Was that how having a huge dick like theirs felt, when you had it swinging between your legs? And why the fuck was I thinking about their cocks instead of mine, when they had just literally locked it up? I wanted to rise to my feet, demanding the key, but Taron´s hand on my shoulder stopped me firmly, while immediately starting to knead my flesh with a strong, but wonderful grip. I sighed and looked up. “Don´t you worry baby. This is just the start, no need to stand up. Let´s get back to where we were before and try that again, huh?”

I got 16 and gave 39 raw loads in the ass. I got 149 fucks so far. So about a third of fucks yield a load. This is ok, because often I have several fucks if I am out cruising. I went to the park the other day, had 4 fucks, 2 tops, 2 bottoms, but blew jacking off with a hot beardy bro. He blew his load on my cock which I used to jack off and I blow.

Respectfully, this ruling by the Supreme Court doesn't encourage people to get tested, because once you know your status, you ARE OBLIGATED BY THE LAW to tell someone who you want to bareback with there is a distinct possibility of acquiring HIV from the act. Yes, I do say this to everyone, but it's 2024. There are people from the wop wops who don't know anything about HIV transmission? As a gay man, isn't it necessary to find out whether the act that one engages in could possibly result in a HIV-positive test result? The Department of Justice may have released that statement, but I know of people who have had to register as sex offenders because of non-disclosure of their HIV status. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.hivjustice.net/country/ca/ca-quebec/. This is a case of someone I know personally, because we volunteer in the same NGO. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.journaldequebec.com/2019/12/09/atteint-du-vih-il-recidive-en-prison. The article states "Plutôt que d’y récupérer des médicaments pour un problème cardiaque comme il le faisait croire, la victime a plutôt découvert qu’il s’agissait de la trithérapie pour traiter le VIH. L’ex-conjoint et son nouveau partenaire ont immédiatement fait un dépistage qui s’est heureusement avéré négatif. Ils avaient porté plainte par la suite...". (Rather than retrieving medication for a heart condition, as he would have us believe, the victim discovered that it was HIV triple therapy. The ex-spouse and his new partner immediately took a test, which fortunately proved negative. They subsequently filed a complaint.) The person mentioned in the article was already on triple therapy, but it didn't matter, as he was sentenced to 43 months in prison for sexual assault. He also has to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life. Rather than being alarmist, these prosecutions are taking place in Québec, which, as you may or may not be aware of, still carries the moral outrage of Catholic spinster nuns despite 50 plus years of secular public life. It may not be happening in your neck of the woods, but it sure as hell is in mine. I get it - tell everyone ad nauseam, but there should be protections under the law, which don't exist in Québec. Under Québec law, you being poz, and not taking medication would be subject to prosecution for non-disclosure. Even if you DID disclose your status, it's your word against your complainant's.

Just left, a Guy from Portland, bred me once before and chats me up every now and then. He loves to open a hole, so i bought a Oxballs pig hole for Him and had it inside of me when He came in my open door, ass up with pig hole in and a dildo in side of it. His cock was too big for it, so He pulled it out and fucked me for about an hour on my knees, then on my side. He gaped me and kept pumping me with air, and had me pushing out and kept doing it... He liked it, so so did i. When He was ready to cum, He asked if i wanted His load, and of course i begged Him "yes" and He pounded it hard and deep into me. He stayed deep and i felt Him relax a bit and He announced He was going to piss in me (i was hoping so, it felt like He was preparing to). And damn, He had a lot in Him, i could feel myself filling up. The great news is He was big and deep, so it all went past the curve and i'm holding it in so i can absorb it. i love being pregnant with a Mans piss, one of the most awesome feelings when in pee next day and i can smell His piss in my pee. Damn, i am so happy right now. i still need to go to the gym, i think i can hold it in while i lift, don't want to lose a drop of Him

Chapter 7 – Jeff’s Place Chapters 1 through 6 tell about my first meeting with Jeff. We were attracted to each other at a party, so I invited him to my place that weekend. We discovered lots of mutual interests and have been having a great time together. Now, I’m going to his place for dinner and who knows what else. I dressed carefully for my evening with Jeff. Hah, I say “evening,” but I’m hoping it becomes more than just a few hours of time together. I chose a pair of tight dark wash jeans with a white button-down shirt. Leaving a few buttons open to show off my hairy chest is a sexy look. Under the jeans, a black leather jockstrap encased my cock. I cleaned out, showered, and got dressed. I also grabbed a bottle of wine and a nice cognac for after dinner. Jeff lived across town in a nice neighborhood. The houses were closer together than my place, so we could not be naked outdoors. Jeff’s house was a large brick ranch from the 1950s. I parked in the drive, walked to the front door, and rang the bell. When Jeff opened the door, we both burst out laughing. He was wearing an almost identical outfit to mine! His shirt was light grey, and he had also left a few buttons open to show off his fur. I walked in and put down the bottles on a nearby table. We embraced warmly, and then our mouths came together in a passionate kiss. While we kissed, we felt each other up, leading to great expectations for the evening ahead. We picked up the bottles and headed to the kitchen. Jeff had set us up to eat in a small nook off the kitchen. He told me that there would be some apps, then he was going to grill for dinner, and then dessert. He also mentioned that the cognac would be a pleasant after-dinner drink. Jeff proposed a game over dinner. We had used a game to get to know each other better so this was a great way to continue the fun. “When we sit down for our appetizer, we stay fully clothed. Once the main course is ready, we remove our socks. For dessert, we take off our shirts. Then, when we have our after-dinner drink, we take off our pants. After that, we do whatever we want!” That sounded fun and sexy to me, so I happily agreed. It would prolong the agony of our desire to see each other naked and get us to a peak of horniness. So, we sat down to our humus and olive tapenade appetizer with pita bread. Once we had consumed our fill, Jeff said he was going out to grill the steaks. I, of course, followed his hot, denim-clad ass out to the deck. It was pretty private since the house sort of wrapped around three sides, so we could kiss and hug while the meat cooked. He had roasted potatoes and broccoli ready to go with the steaks. When they were ready, he reminded me of the game. “Socks come off for the main course.” That was easy. Of course, it encouraged us to play footsie while we ate. The food was excellent, but the company was better. My cock was straining in my jeans, and I’m sure there was a wet spot building up in my jock. When Jeff got up to take some plates to the sink, I noticed a bigger bulge in his jeans than when I got there so he was plumping up too. We sat outside on the deck for a while after the main, getting to know each other better. Then, it was time for dessert. So, our shirts had to come off. Seeing his pert nipples with the metal glistening in the light was enticing to me, and I leaned in for a lick (or two). He chuckled and told me to wait. Then, I could have whatever I wanted. That was too good an offer to pass up, so I took my mouth off his tits. Dessert was tasty, but now I wanted to get to the drinks (and losing our pants). Jeff told me where to get glasses for the cognac, so I went into the kitchen to find them and pour a healthy dose of cognac for each of us. When I returned to the living room, Jeff had already removed his jeans and was now just wearing an orange jockstrap. I was happy to see that it had a spot on the front where he had obviously leaked some precum, so I bent down to suck that into my mouth. He pulled me up. “Your jeans need to come off, too,” he chided. So, I stood and seductively unbuttoned each of the five buttons on my pants. Before tugging them off, I turned around so that he could see my hairy ass framed by the straps of my leather jockstrap. I shimmied out of my tight jeans and then threw them aside. Now, I knelt in front of this sexy man and mouthed his cock through his jock. I did this for a while, with Jeff stroking my body and occasionally brushing his fingers across my hole. It pulsed in response to his movements, and we both knew we were in for another amazing night. I sat down, and we picked up our drinks. “To new discoveries,” Jeff toasted. I clinked my glass with his and drank while gazing into his eyes. Fuck, this man was unbelievably sexy and said all the right things. I could only hope it held true. We chatted as we drank the cognac. My jockstrap had a zippered pouch in the front, and I temptingly tugged it down a little bit at a time. By the time we were done with the drinks, it was fully unzipped, and my cock was protruding out of it. Jeff had been rubbing his dick through the jock but had kept it contained. Jeff took my empty glass and put it on a table next to his. Then he grabbed my cock and pulled me into a standing position. He led me out of the living room and down a long hallway. Then, he opened the door to his playroom. Seriously, this was wild! It was very similar to mine. A sling took pride of place in the middle of the room, with a mirrored wall on one side. He had a couch in the corner where I had a bed, but it would serve the same purpose. A big TV was mounted on the wall and could be swiveled to be viewed from anywhere in the room. He also had a computer with a camera near the sling. He had a tool cabinet with poppers and lube on top, and he told me the drawers held a variety of dildos. He noticed me looking around in awe at the similarities and laughed. “I was kind of freaked out in your playroom yesterday by how alike our spaces are. I did have to go out and buy a camera today since that really enhanced the experience.” He led me over by the cock to the sofa, and we both sat. He picked up a bubbler and said, “I hope you like it.” I wasn’t sure what “it” was. It could have been the playroom, the T we were about to smoke, the handsome stud I was smoking it with, but it was all good, so I nodded and told him that I liked it very much. He smiled and lit the torch. The bubbler cooled the smoke, making it slide into my lungs easily. We swapped back and forth, blowing clouds and sometimes shotgunning them with each other. My cock was out of my jock, but his was still covered by the pouch. “Can I fuck you first?” he asked. To answer, I walked over to the sling and climbed in. My ass was spread and ready for him. He walked over and hooked the pouch of his jockstrap under his balls. He was wearing a hefty metal cock ring which complemented his nipple piercings well. He grabbed the lube and applied some to his cock and some to my ass. Then, he placed the head of his cock at my hole and leaned forward. As he leaned, more and more of his cock was entering me. I was also pushing back on him to let him get as deep as he wanted. When he bottomed out, our lips met. He broke the kiss and said, “Damn, that is one fine ass!” I thanked him and let him know that any good sex takes two people. “Sometimes more,” he replied with a sly grin. While my dick had withered after smoking the T, Jeff’s was still hard. It felt great inside me. Jeff was fucking me at a leisurely pace, taking long and deep strokes. He would change the angle, letting his cock explore my ass. “Do some poppers, pig,” he growled at me. I guess he knows how much poppers affect my ass. I picked up the nearest bottle and took a few good snorts. I offered them to him, but he shook his head. “I want you all fucked up!” Then, fucked up he would get. I decided to do two more snorts to make the rush super intense. Again, Jeff smiled that sly (and sexy) grin as he watched me recap the bottle and put it down. When he saw my eyes glaze over as the poppers hit, he dramatically sped up his pace. Now, he was fucking me with an intensity that I had not seen but was happy to experience. He was plowing me so hard that the sling was swaying back and forth, driving his cock ever deeper into my ass. It was intense and enthralling. Jeff buried his cock in my ass, grabbed the straps of the sling to stop the motion, and threw his head back. With a guttural growl, I felt his cock pulsing my ass as it dumped its load of sweet cum into me. He kept his cock in me for a while, using it to churn up the load inside me. He began to shake as he withdrew, letting me know how good my ass felt on his cock. I was flexing my ass muscles to milk as much cum out of him as possible, and it obviously felt great on his dick. When his cock popped out, he looked at me, and we both started to laugh. I love it when we’re comfortable enough with each other that we can laugh during sex without fear that it is meant as a mockery. This clearly communicated how intense our experience was and how much we enjoyed it. While I would have been happy to clean off his cock, Jeff had other plans. He opened a drawer and reached for a dildo. I recognized it as an Artemis from Topped Toys. It seems we even have similar tastes in toy makers! He lubed it up, then used it to slide up and down my crack. Each time it passed over my hole, I hoped that he would insert it, but he was clearly teasing me into a sexual frenzy. This toy is sort of human-shaped but larger than the average (or above average!) guy. When he slipped it in, I was reminded that this toy had two ridges at the head. The first one popped in, and then the second quickly followed. After that, it has a similar thickness all the way to the base. Jeff didn’t go deep at first. Instead, he slipped the head in, took it back out, and then slid it in again. This was giving my hole a workout, and I loved it. Then he did slide it all the way in. It felt amazing as it slithered its way through my guts and expanded my ass. Once he had it all the way in, he pulled it back just a little bit and ran his fingers around the entrance to my ass. He stuck a finger or two in alongside the dildo, opening my ass more and more. Once he was satisfied with my openness, he began to pound my ass with the dildo, shoving it deep, then pulling all the way out and plunging it back in. My ass was very happy with this work. Jeff told me to fuck myself with the Artemis while he watched. I’m always happy when someone watches me get fucked or fisted, so putting on a show for him was exciting for me. I reached down and grabbed the dildo, pulling it out as I kept shifting angles. One of my favorite things to do with a softer toy like this is to angle the tip towards my prostate when I’m pulling it through my ass. This one let me get a good bend on it, which both stimulates my prostate and shows off my hairy hole well. He enjoyed watching for a while, then told me to pull it out and drop it. I did as instructed, and Jeff placed his fist at my hole. Being the horny fucker that I am, I moved my ass down on his hand and let it into my ass. He worked his fist as deep as possible, then started to twist his hand around inside my ass. He was deep, so these sensations were extreme. Once again, he told me to sniff some poppers. Man, he knew what I liked, and he was pleased to provide it to me. Two snorts on the brown bottle, and I was rushing as the fumes took over. Jeff twisted his fist more aggressively inside me, all the while checking in with me. “You doing OK?” Fuck, yeah, this is amazing!” He continued his work, and I flexed my ass muscles against his fist. My cock was leaking a stream of precum now since he was hitting all the right spots in my ass. I opened the zipper all the way on my jock so that the fluid could puddle on my body. Then, I dipped my fingers in and scooped up some to bring to my mouth. Jeff had stilled his twisting but was now flexing his fingers out, probing my inner walls. He was deep in my ass and looking to get even deeper. It felt great, and I was ready for more when he said that he would pull out and we would blow some more clouds. “Gonna plug my ass?” I asked. He smiled at me and pulled out one of his plugs. This one was the Chute, which has a channel on one side so that he could pour lube or piss in me, or he could slide his cock or a toy in. He lubed it up, slid it in, then slapped my ass. “Your ass is mine tonight,” he proclaimed. All good with me! I stood from the sling, and we walked over to the couch and picked up the bubbler and torch. I told Jeff I brought some product, but he waved me off. It didn’t take long for us to top off our buzz but we spent some time on the couch, making out and fondling each other. I was sucking on one of his pierced nips when I caught the enticing aroma coming from his pit. Tentatively, I began to expand my area of licking and sucking, getting closer to his hairy pit. I was pleased when he lifted his arm and told me to go for it. I nuzzled into the dense and fragrant fur of his pit. I wanted to get his pit smell all over my face. His smell was woodsy and sweet at the same time. It was deeply arousing, and my cock started to stiffen. Jeff must have seen that since he told me to sit back on the couch. Then, he straddled me, immediately taking my dick up his ass. Once he was all the way down on it, he started back up. The plug was still in my ass, and each downward stroke he took to drive my cock into him set the plug moving in my ass. Facing me as he rode my cock, he raised his right arm above his head, giving me access to that pit. I dove in to get a refresh of the tantalizing aromas. The smell was sexy and intoxicating. I’d also pivot over to his tit to lick on or pull on the piercing, eliciting low growls of pleasure from Jeff. After he shoved my face into his pit again, I knew that I was about to cum. Jeff sensed it and amped up his pace. When he sunk down on my cock, driving the plug into new areas of my ass, I felt my dick start to spurt. Fuck, this man was amazingly sexy and made me feel amazing too. Jeff stayed on my lap, my cock softening inside him. Eventually, he pulled off and sat back on the couch facing me. His legs were spread, one foot on the floor and one on the back of the couch. His hole was exposed and looked absolutely beautiful. I fingered his cummy chasm, moving the sperm around inside him. Then, I took my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, tasting my cum, the lube, and his ass. “I need a plug in there.” So, I got up and went to find a nice plug for his hole. I found a Lotus plug, which I lubed up, then returned with it to the couch. Jeff’s legs were still spread, and I dove in for a few quick licks before sticking the plug in him. I twisted it around as I inserted it since this is one plug that is not symmetrical. He ground his ass on it, and it was soon seated in his ass, ensuring my cum got fully absorbed by his ass. “Are you up for more?” he asked. “With you, I’m always up for more!” “Thanks, but I meant, are you open to more people joining us? I’ve got a few buddies I could contact to see if they want to come over.” Who was I to say no?

It was shortly after I went away to school. One fine Sunday I was sitting in the main lounge of the dorm, reading the Chicago Tribune, waiting for someone. The listings for movies currently showing started with full-page ads, followed by fractionals (1/2 pg, 1/4 pg, etc), and ended with the inch-rate (i.e. 1inch, 2 inch, and so on) porn ads, first in the city, and then out in the burbs. After all the "legit" ads came the ads for the porn theatres. There was an ad for the Varsity Theatre in the city, near north side, across the street from Bughouse Square on N Clark street. The caption on the Varsity ad said "XXX Action, All Male Cast". I was stunned. I didn't know there was such a thing. I'd been to a ratty old theatre in downtown Rock Island with the frat guys to see really awful (straight) porn, but had no idea there was such a thing as gay porn. I cut all my classes the next day and drove up to Chicago, found the theatre, parked and went in. It was dark, there were sleazy characters slinking around, the "porn" wouldn't even earn that name today - it was absolutely awful - but I went into the theatre, sat down and thought "now what"? Being the youngest guy (by decades) in the joint, I looked around at the handful of guys watching the movie. There was exactly one about my age, and he had already zeroed in on me. As soon as he saw me looking at him, he got up and came to sit next to me. He felt my Cock, I felt his. He pulled his out, I pulled mine out. He bent over and sucked my Cock, and I thought to myself "you asshole - you drove all the fukkin way up here to figure this shit out - now suck the damn dick". I don't recall what I thought it might taste like - I'm not sure the idea had ever entered my mind - but when I bent over to suck that kid's cock, I was shocked to discover that all it tasted like was flesh. Like any other part of skin. The vultures were closing in already, he sucked me off and I sucked him off rather quickly. I liked it, and started the process of becoming the man I was born to be.

I think it depends: I’ve had amazing connections with regulars (almost like we’re bonded at an emotional and physical relationship), but I’ve also had some absolutely amazing filth and debauchery with randoms.

In a Ford StreetKA - it was awkward, uncomfortable and the guy kept muttering about damaging the soft top 🤣 Another was in the accessible toilet on a train, but we forgot to lock the door and a little old lady had hell of a shock 🤭

Since I started dating in middle school I have always ended up cheating, I always cheat with someone they know also I fucking love it

Chapter 5 – Plugs, Bumps, and More Toys Chapters 1 through 4 describe my initial meeting with Jeff and the dinner that led to an intense fisting session. We’ve been partying, and he just dumped his load in me while his hand was inside me. Now, we’re taking a break, laying on the bed, cuddling, and making out. “Damn, that was intense!” “It sure was. We have great chemistry.” I reached down to finger Jeff’s hole and was reminded of the plug he had inside him. The Gape Keeper had been in him the whole time he was fisting me and must have felt amazing in his ass when he fucked me. This made him realize that my ass was empty. He walked over to where all the toys were and picked up The Post, a new toy that I had just recently gotten. In fact, I hadn’t done more than a quick ride when it came in. He lubed it up and walked over to the bed. “Legs up”, he commanded. I moved to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs, exposing my happy hole. Jeff fingered it before trying to insert the plug. This one is thick from the start, and he had difficulty getting it in. Instead, he put the plug on the floor, and I sat on it. It really is a big stretch from the start, but once it’s in, it is not going anywhere! Of course, Jeff had to check to ensure the plug was well seated, and he moved it around inside me. As we lay on the bed feeling each other up, we talked some more about what we were into with another hot guy. There wasn’t much that at least one of us hadn’t explored, so we were confident that we were both open to suggestions. We were drinking some sports drinks to rehydrate. I told Jeff that I usually get T dick, which meant that it would be unlikely that I would breed him tonight. He looked at me and said, “Cum isn’t the only thing you can load me up with.” Hmm, maybe some piss play was in the offing. After some recovery time, Jeff pulled out his own bag of T and recommended bootie bumps for us. We needed to extract the plugs to do that, and I volunteered to bump Jeff first. Now, he scooted to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs. The Gape Keeper had been in there a while, and the X Lube had dried out a bit, so I sprayed it with a little water. I always keep a spray bottle with water in it for this type of situation, and it served well in this case. The extra water rehydrated the lube and let the toy move freely around his hole. Of course, I did spend some time just playing with the toy while it was in his ass. But then, I pulled it out so that I could booty bump his sweet hole. It looked so beautiful, gaping open with all the hair around it matted down with lube. I slid a few fingers in to prep him for the bump, then picked up the bag to find a good one for him. “I’ll slide this in, then put the plug back in your ass, OK?” Jeff nodded, so I used two fingers to slip a good-sized shard into his ass. I spent a bit of time moving around inside him to distribute any powder that might be on my fingers. Then, I pushed the plug back in. “I already feel the burn! Now, it’s your turn.” The plug in my ass was still well-lubed, but Jeff needed to tug pretty hard to get it out. The design of this one has a nice ridge on it, and my hole needed to expand to let it out. Once it was out, he played a little bit, then inserted a shard and then the plug. Now, plugged and bumped, we started to make out. A booty bump makes me even more ass focused than usual, but we needed to give those shards some time to melt. What better way to wait than by shoving our tongues down each other’s throats? Damn, Jeff is a great kisser. He had the right mix of tongue and lip play, getting me really horned up. At one point, he grabbed the pipe, melted some crystals down, and took in a huge cloud. Then, he lowered his lips over mine, and we shared the smoke back and forth. My head was spinning from the T and the sensuality of it all. Jeff looked at me and said, “I want something bigger in my ass.” He didn’t need to ask twice. We walked over to the sling, still with the plugs in our asses. I asked if he wanted my hand or a toy, and he wanted to start with a toy. He liked the feel of the Gape Keeper, and so he selected a Mare Maker from Topped Toys as the replacement. While it is only a little bit bigger, the added depth makes it an amazing ride. Jeff got himself situated in the sling while I lubed up the toy. This one is smooth, with a seriously thick middle section. They have one more that is larger than mine, but this toy is another wild stretch. Once it was ready, I sat on the stool to prepare to insert it. Of course, that meant that the Gape Keeper needed to come out. I was merciless this time and just pulled it out quickly. I knew Jeff’s hole could take it since it was still well-lubed from when I inserted it after the bump. Even though he grunted when I did it, his smile told me he enjoyed it. I dropped the Gape Keeper and lined the Mare Maker to his hole. Then, I started to push. The initial entry was easy since his ass was open and well-lubricated. Then, he realized how wide the toy was and held up a hand for me to slow down. I stopped, and Jeff picked up the poppers. He took a deep hit in each nostril, holding the second one in. I waited until he nodded at me with unfocused eyes, and then I pushed some more. The poppers had relaxed his hole enough that the rest of the toy slid right in. This beast is almost 12’ around, and his ass swallowed it like it was a finger. So fucking hot! I let the toy rest in his ass, just tapping on the base to send some shivers up his ass. He needed some time to get used to having this inside him before I was going to pull it out. Once I knew he was ready, I started to pull it back. I wasn’t going to take it very far back this time, but I wanted to work his ass over with the dildo. He was moaning and flexing his ass, letting me know he was enjoying my ministrations. It was sexy to see his hairy hole expanded around the toy and to watch those hairs move through the lube as I moved the toy. Eventually, I moved to longer strokes, pulling the toy almost all the way out before sinking it into his ass again. Jeff was moaning in pleasure as I showed his ass no mercy. The Mare Maker was living up to its name and turning his hole into a fantastic gape. Jeff told me he wanted to do some poppers and then have me really work his ass over with the toy. I kept it deep in him while he hit the brown bottle, and once he was ready, I pulled it all the way out. Then, I shoved it all the way in. I repeated the full removal and deep insertion several times, knowing that the feelings would be intense. They’d be multiplied by the poppers, and the T. Jeff had his head thrown back in the sling and was fully submitting his ass to my handiwork. It was another amazingly sexy and sensual moment between us. After this, Jeff wanted to play in my ass. Of course, I was OK with that. He asked if I had any butt plugs that were larger than the Gape Keeper he had used earlier. The one he used before was the 75, so I got up to grab the 100 version. This meant an increased circumference from 7.5’ to a full 10”. I lubed it up, checking in with him if this was an OK size. He nodded lustily, and I got ready to insert it. Jeff was holding the Mare Maker in his ass, making some smaller motions with it. I moved his hand away and started to pull it out. To make things interesting, I started with a slow extraction but pulled it out quickly once it was over the thickest part. I dropped it on the floor and shoved in the larger Gape Keeper. Jeff took it easily. I gave him a moment of rest in the sling before helping him out and jumping in myself. Jeff asked if I wanted a fist or a toy. Like him, I went for a toy. This time, I had him grab the Hankey’s Dog dildo. I love taking the knot in my ass, and I knew that Jeff would enjoy fucking me with it. He got it lubed and ready. The movements to get into the sling moved The Post around in my ass. It’s not long, but that is a seriously wide fucker. When we were ready, Jeff moved it around a bit and realized that he needed to rehydrate the lube. He sprayed some water from the bottle nearby and twisted the toy around in my ass to get the newly wetted lube better distributed. Once convinced that it was slippery enough, he yanked it out of my hole. The ridge audibly popped out of my ass. He put it down and got the Dog ready to enter. Jeff quickly got the dildo inserted in up to the knot. This is the large size, so the knot takes it from 8” to almost 12”. I held up my hand when I felt the knot at my hole. Whether I needed them or not, doing some poppers before swallowing the knot would be fun, so I picked them up and did two healthy snorts from the bottle. Then I nodded at Jeff, and he applied pressure to force my ass to open for the knot. Between the poppers and the T, my ass opened, and the knot easily passed into my ass. I was in that wonderful popper fog when all you see is a glowing eye, and your brain is aflame with need. I pushed down with my ass to take it even deeper and soon felt the base resting on my hole. “Fuuuuck,” muttered Jeff, seeing me take the whole toy. He let me get accustomed to it, making minor motions and tapping the base. The knot on this dildo rests right at my prostate, so those taps were creating seismic sensations. Then, he started to turn the toy in my ass. The knot is not even around the toy. It basically creates an area with greater width than the rest of the dildo, so rotating it lets the knot travel all over my inner canal. Even as the poppers were wearing off, I was bucking around as he worked my ass. Then, I felt the signs of a coming orgasm. Jeff must have sensed this because he increased the urgency of his actions. He added in some small in-and-out motions, and my cock started to spew out its load of cum. My entire body was shaking with the feelings, and I clamped down harder on the toy, making the orgasm even more intense. Jeff waited until I had returned to my senses after cumming. Then he drove the dildo home and stood up, still holding the toy deep inside me. He leaned over to clean up the cum that was on my hairy belly and in my bush. His tongue felt magnificent as he hoovered up the cum and licked all around my cock. I knew I was spent after that, so Jeff removed the toy and replaced it with The Post. He helped me out of the sling, and we stumbled over to the bed. We cuddled and fondled there for a while, then I suggested we try to get some sleep. We removed the plugs and moved to my king-sized bed to take a rest. We didn’t need all the space since we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Chapter 4 – The Fists Are Flying Chapters 1 through 3 tell about my meeting a nice guy named Jeff. I invited him to my place for dinner, hoping it would lead to some hot times together. It did, and then we played a little game to find our limits. Luckily, neither of us has that many! I just fisted him after we partied, and now he’s going to work on my ass. After Jeff got me settled in the sling, he grabbed the pipe and torch and brought them over to the sling. He gave me the first swirls and then took a big hit for himself. He had me do a few more, and he did more, too. While he was standing next to me with the pipe, I kept reaching back to play with the plug in his ass. It’s always so hot to see a handsome, hairy guy who likes having his ass played with, and Jeff was not a disappointment. When we had both topped off, he sat at the sling's base. He first applied a bunch of Slam Dunk into my ass, taking care to ensure that all sides were well coated. Then he lubed up a toy for use on my ass. This one was the smallest Minotaur that I have, but it is still a massive stretch. This dildo is heavily textured and has a head that usually pops into my hole. It’s always a fun ride and even better when another stud shoves it in me. Once it was lubed, he placed it at my hole and started to push. Since the head is pretty big, it often takes some effort to get it in. But the head popped into my ass easily, and the rest started sliding in behind it. With all the texture and folds on it, this toy always feels good as it passes through my ass. It tapers down after the head but then widens again as more goes in. This one is both a depth and a length toy. Jeff must have noticed how much I liked the pop when the head went in since he pulled it back out and then worked on popping the head in. He’d slip the head in, move it around a little bit, then pull it out to repeat the process. This sort of stretching and popping is always exciting to me and Jeff was playing my hole like a maestro. Next, he drove the toy all the way into my ass. With all the texture on this dildo, it felt amazing as it moved through, and Jeff was rotating and shaking it as it went deeper and deeper into me. He knew how to drive a dildo, and I had a feeling he was going to be an excellent fister as well. I picked up the poppers since he had the toy embedded deep inside me. The sensations of being filled at that depth are always exhilarating, and the poppers would let me enjoy it even more. I took two deep hits from the bottle and then began to ride the dildo. I hooked my feet around the sling frame and used them to pull me back and forth on the toy. My ass was pulsing as I rode it, and Jeff got to watch as it slid in and out of my hairy hole. The poppers slowly wore off, and I slowed my movements on the sling. Jeff told me to hold the dildo in place while he lubed up his hands. Unsurprisingly, I fucked myself with it while he added X Lube to his hands. He took back control of the toy, pulled it out of my ass, then shoved the lube injector in to further grease me up. Then, it was time for his hand to go inside me. I wanted to take this slow and let Jeff know of my desire. He nodded in agreement and, while staring deeply into my eyes, began to push his folded hand into my ass. His four fingers went in without any difficulty. When he got to the wider part, where his thumb and knuckles came into play, he held his hand in place to let me feel the stretch. This is a favorite of mine, and I enjoy that feeling of being opened up. Then he started a slow descent into the deepest parts of my ass. His hand was large, and I enjoyed feeling him crawl through my ass. He was moving slowly and moved his hand around as he discovered a pathway in my ass. Jeff expertly worked through my inner hole and entered my colon. When he was in there, I grabbed the poppers again to enhance the experience. Once the fumes permeated my brain, I went wild on Jeff’s hand. My ass muscles pulsed around his hand, which drew him even further into me. I reached down to feel his arm as it was penetrating me and was surprised to find how close he was to getting in elbow-deep. I can take a deep fisting, but it usually takes more time to work up to that. He had done it quickly and easily. He was moving his hand around inside me, flexing his fingers out before folding them back in. He’d also rotate his hand around so that he made contact with all areas of my ass. Then, he asked if I was ready for him to pull out. I nodded, and we kept eye contact throughout the process. He went slowly going in, but he was even slower on the way out. Fuck, this guy knew how to push all my buttons. A slow removal is awesome since I get to feel his hand as it slithers through my guts, and I can enjoy all the various sensations that course through my body. Jeff kept brushing my prostate with his arm as he was moving out. He really knew how to make my ass feel good. When he was a little more than halfway out, my cock started to spew out a load of cum. My whole body shook with the ecstasy of the experience. He simply stood up and sucked my cummy cock into his mouth. He had stopped moving in my ass when this happened but sat down after a while and resumed his withdrawal. There came a point where, no matter how much I wanted him inside me, my ass spit out the rest of his hand. My hole felt empty, but I knew there was a sweet gape, and I could feel lube dripping out of my ass. Jeff went back in again. This time he went in more quickly and not as deep. He pulled out again and placed his fisted hand at my ass. He looked at me as he plunged his fist into me, then pulled it out, going back in with the other fist. He pounded my ass with his fists as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. It was obviously stimulating to me, but also a very sensual moment. When Jeff entered again, he went deep. He let his hand rest there for a moment, just doing some light twisting and probing to feel his way to a greater depth. His fingers teased my inner hole, and it responded well to his touch. Soon, he was working his fingers through the bend and into my colon. Once he knew he was past my inner hole, he told me to do some poppers. I did, and he waited a moment for the fumes to take over my brain. When they did, he started rubbing the inner walls of my body. The sensations were off the charts, and I was moaning and squirming around in the sling. Jeff intuitively found my hot spots, and I enjoyed all of his efforts. As the poppers rush slowed, Jeff began another unhurried extraction. He slowly pulled his hand out, getting to the point where his fingers were still inside me, but his palm was out of my ass. He leaned forward at that point, putting his cock into his hand, and then slowly sunk that into me. Knowing that this sexy man had shoved his cock into me alongside his hand was highly stimulating, and I encouraged him to fill me with his load. Jeff clenched his hand around his cock and basically jacked off inside my ass. I was excited to watch him do this. His head was thrown back, and he was grunting as he stroked his cock. Soon, he picked up the pace and shouted out. “I’m gonna cum!” “Fill me with your load!” I responded. A few more strokes, and then I heard the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Jeff kept stroking his cock, stimulating my ass as well as his dick, until he buried his cock in my ass. I could feel the pulsations as he dumped his load inside me. It was such a pleasure to receive his cum, and it was made extra special by the fact that he had done it with his inside me. He kept tugging on his dick, sending wonderful feelings through my ass. Knowing that he was also working his load deeper into me was an added bonus. He kept his cock and hand inside me for a while, engaging in some small movements, but we were both feeling pretty spent. He withdrew his hand, taking his cock with it, and sat down on the stool. Once we both had a short breather, he suggested we take a break on the bed to relax and rehydrate. So, he helped me out of the sling, taking me into his arms when I was standing. We then walked together to the bed and collapsed onto it.

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

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

I would like to thank the akash (the sky) for the fact that hubs and I didn’t move to Chiangmai in the North of Thailand before he died. I got the distinct feeling that, when our mortgage came up for renewal in March 2018, he would have sold our condo, and at the cheapest price ever just to wash his hands of it, even though I was half owner, and would have kicked up a fuss about not making repairs so we could get top dollar. Even more thankful that we hadn’t actually made the transition to Thailand. It’s already heart-rendering enough to lose a spouse; it’s even more anguishing to be confronted by a spouse who didn’t prepare for his demise. Greg just couldn’t be bothered to make his will. How do I know? Coz I fucking chased him for it, but he connived his way out of making his will because he wanted to leave something to his son and the condo was the only thing he had of value. I can’t fathom how I would have managed in a country where I would’ve been a long-term retiree, not even a permanent resident.

From a completely different point of view, I'll be retiring on a sailboat. I currently live on a sailboat near LAX, but once I detach from work in 4-5 years, I'll toss the lines and raise the sails. As someone who grew up in Florida, I am not going back there - I've spent too many years outside that bubble to return (my family tells me enough about how they wish they could leave). Picture it—the boat on autopilot, open water, a swing hanging in the living area, and the motion of the sea determining the direction and velocity of the swing. As the bottom in this scenario, I can't think of anything more fun, and exciting. Not knowing when the next wave hits, how deep it will plunge you into your sex partner, over and over. And the list of adventures is long.

The day of my wedding had arrived. In moments my boybride would be escorted into the room in his all-white tuxedo, a symbol of his innocence and virginity. I stand at the front of the room in eager anticipation. My boybride is from China. He just turned 18 and was ripe for the picking to be my wife. His parents had two children, which was against the law in China. They gave him up to be raised as a future bride to the highest bidder. For years he's been trained on what it means to be a boybride. He knows how to cook, clean, and keep house in every way. But most importantly he knows how to use his body to please his husband. While still a virgin until marriage, he's been trained on how to use his body. When I finally saved enough money to purchase a boy, I had many to choose from on the website for this program. But when I saw him, I knew he was the boy for me. He stands at just 5'3" and weighs 102 pounds. Besides the shoulder length hair on his head, not a single hair can be found anywhere on his body. His body looks perfect. His warm smile and eager eyes only add to my desire to own him. As part of the program, his testicles had been snipped at age 13. He takes regular testosterone shots to maintain his male side but he is unable to ejaculate. He has no need to, as his job is to please his husband. When I made the purchase, I was given some customization options. I chose for his ears to be pierced and small diamonds placed in them. I also had his nipples pierced and small gold hoops inserted. Finally, a thick gold Cuban style chain was attached snug around his neck. I did not order any tattoos on him but those may come later. A door opens at the back of the room and he enters. He keeps his head down as he marches to the front of the room. With the little English he knows, he pledges his life to me. I place a thin gold band on his small left ring finger. He takes a much larger ring and puts it on mine. Finally, I put my big manly lips on his soft boy ones to seal the deal. He stares back with his eager brown eyes and smiles. We are ushered into the back of an suv with dark windows. While the driver takes us to our hotel, I can't keep my hands off my boy. He's even more amazing than his photos and videos. And now he's all mine. I rub and squeeze his body through his clothes as he lets out tiny moans. I kiss him over and over, penetrating his small mouth with my big tongue. The suv comes to a stop. It's a good thing because we can't keep our clothes on much longer. I take my boy's hand and escort him out of the vehicle. We walk hand in hand to the hallway of the honeymoon suite. Then I pick him up and carry him across the threshold. He feels so light in my arms. I sit him down on the massive bed and start to remove his clothing. First I see his chest, totally smooth and shining with those nipple rings. I can't help but feel his chest and use my tongue to explore his tits. He moans so much as I flick the rings with my tongue, then put the tits in my mouth to suck on them. Next, I take off his shoes, socks, and pants. Now all he's wearing are his little white briefs. I decide to bite their waistband and pull them down with my teeth. Fuck does my boy smell amazing! There sits his little clit, what's left of his manhood. Underneath is nothing, just as it should be. I can't help but lick his clitty. He seems to like it even though he can't get it hard. Then I flip my boy over on the bed and explore his ass. Two beautiful cheeks hugging each other. I use my hands to pry them apart and expose his hole. I want to go slow. I've planned out this moment for a long time, but I just can't resist. I plow my face between his cheeks and lash my tongue against his virgin hole. He moans and squirms. His pussy starts to open up and my tongue probes his insides. I can't describe the taste of virgin teen boy hole. It's the best taste in the whole fucking world. After his hole is opened and eager, I flip him back over. At this point I realize that I'm still fully clothed. I quickly strip off my layers as he looks up to me with awe. He has long waited for this moment too. We have the rest of our lives to take things slow and easy, so I decide to just let my deepest desires call the shots tonight. Once I'm naked and my rock hard dick hovers over him, I grab his small hand and wrap it around my cock. I use his left hand so I can see his new wedding ring, the one he'll wear forever. He's panting with excitement. I look at him and nod. He knows what to do. He takes my cock and positions it between his ass cheeks. There will be no lube tonight beyond my spit from licking his hole. This will be as pure as possible. It's going to hurt him at first but he knows it's part of the job. After lining up my cock with his pussy, he puts his hand back on his thigh and pulls his legs back to open them as wide as possible. I start pushing my meat into his hole. He makes sounds that are a combination of pleasure and pain. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time and a smile still remains on his face. I keep pushing into his amazing hole. I've never felt one this good before. I don't stop until my cock is fully inside him and my big balls are resting against his smooth body. I lean forward and kiss him while we stare into each others eyes. We remain locked as I begin to fuck his pussy. Long steady pumps of my cock flow in and out of him. His moans get louder and so do my grunts. Now I'm fucking his pussy like a machine. I'm stabbing that hole with my dick. It's all mine. As much as I want this moment to last forever, it's just too fucking good to hold back. I thrust all the way into his pussy and let out a massive roar as my warm seed shoots deep into his body. I've never shot this much before. I keep fucking him until I just can't any longer and collapse onto his tiny body. My cock remains buried inside his pussy, where my sperm swim into his guts and fills him with my dna. For a moment I'm sad it's over. Then I remember that I get to do this for the rest of my life.

I'm on the outside looking in, so keep that in mind. But I think Black male culture, BROADLY speaking - not in all cases, certainly - is more misogynistic than white male culture. There are evangelicals on the black side just as there are on the white side, for instance, and black preachers tend to be as conservative, publicly speaking, on sex as white ones. Separately, I've noticed that there's also a sort of resentment of Black women for the fact that they've had to step up, across the board, to head a lot of Black families given that so many Black men aren't part of the family unit - whether because they're incarcerated, lack the resources to support the family, find that public assistance programs discourage nuclear families, or what have you. (I'll note that a lot of these problems are ones caused by White people, who wrote the laws that locked up so many Black men, who write the public assistance rules that favor single mothers over intact families, that make it difficult for Black men to find good jobs in many areas, and so forth.) That's not to say white men are much more likely to support Harris - far from it. But I think Obama's point is that where some might think Black men and women, both, would want to come together to support electing a Black woman as president, it's not as simple for a lot of the men. Again, outside looking in, so I may be completely off-base in this.

It's why we keep going back to arcades and bookstores and bathhouses, even though it's often a frustrating experience. And because we're fucking whores.

I agree HVL, I would prefer to get fucked.

I don’t particularly enjoy receiving oral - in my view, it’s an act to lube my cock up for some proper action… but that’s just my preference.

15 cocks in my mouth and 17 loads received. Back at the bookstore today going for 1000 loads this year. 992 as I get started.

Thank you for your comments and apologies for taking longer to write this second part. It took place at The Vault in London. I can highly recommend this place based on my experience. So I had two loads in my ass and was thinking of leaving the place and just jerking off in my hotel. On my way to the bathroom I made eye contact with a very handsome twunk in a dark corner. He had a very smooth, toned body and an incredibly handsome face. He didn't look super young, but innocent and polite. As I walked past him, he touched my hand. I stopped, looked into his eyes and we began to kiss. I don't usually like kissing guys in places like this. It feels almost too intimate, if that makes sense? After a lot of tongue I went to kiss his neck and got down on my knees. He had a very hot and long dick, slightly on the thinner side. But I struggled to get it all the way into my mouth. Lots of guys were watching me suck him off and even more turned their heads when they heard me gagging. He took my hand and we went into a cabin. I don't think he felt very comfortable in front of the other people. In the cabin I was on my back and he came and kissed me on the top. He reached for the condom dispenser and I checked my hole with my finger. My hole felt fine and he absolutely did not need any lube thanks to the two previous loads. He started to roll the condom over his dick and then looked deep into my eyes. He asked me if it was OK to fuck me bare? Of course I said yes and at the same time I felt bad not letting him know that I already had two loads in my ass. He pushed his long dick into my wet hole and started to fuck me very slowly. It felt so good to have someone pushing the loads in deeper and deeper. He fucked me for a few minutes and from the look on his face I knew he wasn't going to last long. He came in for another kiss and asked me seriously if it would be okay if he came in my ass? This polite British guy was really something. When I think back I can still remember his dick pulsing and shooting a big hole very deep into my hole. As soon as he finished I saw his face change and could tell he felt bad about fucking a stranger bareback. He turned and left the cabin. I wished I could have kissed him goodbye. I was about to leave the small room when a thin older man came in. I think he was watching us fucking and waiting patiently. He sort of blocked my way out and pushed me back onto the bed. Some guys are really persistent. He opened his bottle of poppers and stuck it in front of me. I took a quick hit, but he wouldn't let go. He made me take a few more hits and I was flying. He started putting one, then two, then three fingers in my hole. He knew I had just been fucked by the hot boy. My hole was really loose and relaxed from his strong fresh bottle of poppers. He pushed me down and got on his knees. I was hoping for his dick but instead he started to lick my hole. He went deep inside with his tongue and it felt really good. I was so high that I let go completely. I am sure he could taste the sperm that came out of my hole from the two men who fucked me just a few minutes ago. I have never received such a great rim. He really ate up my ass while he jerked his cock. Then he finally got up and pushed his dick inside me. I was still on my back and he was looking down at me. I was a bit shocked at how old and fucked up he looked. He started spitting in my face and calling me a dirty cum slut. I wanted to push him away because it was a bit too extreme for my taste. But he fucked well and I could feel he was close to blowing his load in my ass. And he did. Load number 4 for the night. He left the room and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I felt a bit dizzy from the poppers. I also felt really dirty and ashamed to be walking through the crowd with semen running down my leg. I washed my face and decided to leave soon. I was thirsty and ordered a drink from the bar. The room was starting to empty and there was a long queue at the cloakroom. I decided to take a last walk around the room. At certain times in the club you can feel people getting more touchy and pushy, so I watched the guys from a quieter corner. I watched the guys on the bench, desperate for dick. Then one black guy came up to me. To be honest, I have a hard time remembering his face or even his body. He was definitely much taller than me. I touched his soft dick, which looked quite big already. I wasn't as horny as I used to be, but I figured one more guy wouldn't hurt. Luckily the room behind us was empty. He followed me in and I bent over. He started to jerk his cock and I waited for him to push his dick into my hole. He didn't get hard and asked me to suck him. I thought about walking away because I was not in the mood to suck anymore, but at the same time I was curious to see what his hard dick would look like. So I started sucking and gave it my best shot. It took a while for him to get completely hard and the harder he got the more scared I got. I know this story sounds unreal. A bit like the made-up stories in other sections here that I really enjoy reading. But when I tell you that the guy had a dick as big as a coke can, I am not making it up. And I was scared to death because I knew he wanted to fuck me. He got all hard and I couldn't take his dick in my mouth anymore. Leaving or bending over? 4 loads already in my ass and a monster cock opportunity in one night. I decided to bend over. I am not a writer and it is difficult to describe. It was certainly not a comfortable feeling. I completely lost my erection. This has never happened before. I could really feel my hole stretching to the maximum. Tearing apart. And then he pushed everything in. I made no noise but screamed inside. Thinking back, I feel a bit sorry for the guy. I am sure it is not easy to fuck guys with such a massive thing. I was proud that I could take it, but I wanted him to stop. Luckily for me he didn't last long and came in my ass after a few minutes. I got up and he looked at me. On my way out I met the guy again from the beginning. I told him I was leaving and he asked me if I had cum yet. While I was putting my dick in his hole he told me that he had collected nine loads. And he got number 10 from me. Maybe next time I can reach his level of slutyness. After I came I left the place as quickly as I could. Shocked and proud of what I had experienced. 5 loads. My hole was torn apart. I went back to my hotel and had a long shower. I realised that I still had the five loads in my hole and decided to use my mobile phone to document me pushing the loads out. I set up the camera, turned around and ejaculated. I wanted to lick the sperm off the floor but saw that it was a bit bloody.

Yes, especially when I’m getting rammed by some hard thick monster cock. I know a lot of tops can’t keep it up on poppers, but never had a problem.

This is the metal version of the rubber ones I linked to above. I have toys/plugs bigger than this. I've managed getting it in about 5 times over the years. Bought it off Fort Troff.

I haven't medically been able to been able to bottom in months. It has been so hard on me because I have been craving cum. I can give loads, sure, but I love taking them. Tonight changed that. My husband's dick is small. He tried to penetrate me a few weeks ago. It just wasn't fun and it didn't work, mainly because it was too small and I wasn't turned on. Tonight, however... I loaded Grindr after work. I was horny af and a guy that I was trying to hook up with was finally able to link with me. I went to his and goddamn was his dick nice! I took his shorts down and immediately started giving him head. I played with his balls as he pushed my head into his dick. When I came up for air and made out with him, he untied my pants and took them down, stroking my penis. We got naked and laid down on the bed. I continued to suck his dick, sniffing some poppers and getting extremely turned on. His dick was at least 7in, whereas my husband's is only 4, maybe 5. I knew this would feel good when he would breed me. We eventually switched to 69 position and started to just go after each other. We were both in heat and couldn't get enough of each other. Finally, it was time for him to fuck me. He took his shirt off, the last of the clothing that was between us. He laid me on my back, putting my legs in the air and ever so slowing stuck his cock in my ass, making sure to take care of me and make sure that I felt good being that I hadn't been fucked in month. A true gentleman. As he eased into me, I huffed on my bottle of poppers to loosen up. He eventually slid into me and I felt no pain, just pleasure. His dick felt amazing, so much better than my husband's. He kept fucking me for what seemed like hours, but only was a few minutes. We were both in heaven. Eventually, he brought me to the point where I was about to cum. I told him, and he wanted to cum with me. He sped up and as I shouted that I was going to cum, he fucked me and shot his load in me. It was at least 10 shots. I could feel him pumping deep inside me. He was still cumming as he pulled out. When he pulled out, he licked up my a small bit of my cum and made out with me, commenting on how good my cum tasted. Everything about this hookup was what I needed, especially after not having sex for months, or rather, not being satisfied by my husband for months. My only hope is that we continue to hookup because he is so close to my work, and the fact that it's easy to tell my husband I am working late while I take a buddy's cum is just a huge turn on. Next time, I just hope we are able to makeout longer and eat more of our cum.

I've cheated through most of my relationships, I blame my first bf, when for a bit of fun, with another friend we stopped at a cruising ground, nothing happened or was intended. It was then highlighted to me that I drove past it every day to and from work! So that became a regular stop off. I'd not feel too guilty if no harm came or was caused as a result. It was the cause of two break ups having got caught. The thrill of the chase, someone new, a random person to discover can be too irresistible.

The sound of the steel door being open prompted the Swede and I to stub out our cigarettes and head back to the main factory floor. By that point my fellow bottom and I had introduced ourselves a bit better, so I knew he was called Erik. I also knew he was already starting to wonder about tying himself down to one man when putting himself out there for wider use could be this much fun. I actually envied him a little, as he was young, gorgeous, ripped, and about to be free to enjoy a lifestyle I had robbed myself of the chance to experience until I was already past any traces of my youth. Erik and I watched as three of the men wheeled out a rig, with the other two following with a different one. The first had a leather sling already installed on it, whilst the second had a padded bench with a fuck machine pointed at it. Both the sling and bench were equipped with leather cuffs for strapping in, and there was a huge ribbed dildo on the fuck machine. “You!” barked one of the men, pointing at Erik. “Get in sling.” Erik rushed over to the sling, turned to sit in it and then lay back, lifting his arms and legs so the men could cuff his ankles and attach hooks to the cuffs he was already wearing on his wrists. He then shuffled down into a better position, and waited. I, meanwhile, knew that this probably meant he was going to get their full attention for a while, and I was to be kept entertained on the other rig. I walked over to it, getting a nod from one of the men for my unspoken understanding, and climbed onto the bench. They strapped me down, and then I heard the sounds of some cranks and levers as they manoeuvred the dildo into place. I was given a few huffs of poppers, and then they pressed the giant phallus against my hole and got the machine to push it in. I was loosened from all the fucking earlier, but it still hurt like hell as I was stretched really wide by the giant rubber dong. Once it was in place and I had stopped panting, they turned it on and walk away. The machine was on a variable setting, meaning it alternated between a long slow strokes, jackrabbit pounding, and all sorts of other combinations. I had my face pressed to the padded bench for quite some time as I endured its assault on my hole, but as I loosened further I felt myself relax into the incredible reaming it was giving me. At this point I looked up, pleased they had oriented the bench so I could see the other rig. By this point Erik was being fucked hard by one of the men, and while the others were obscuring his head, I assumed he also had one of their cocks buried in his throat too. I was looking forward to taking his place, even if the men may have already blown a load each by then. Three of the guys fucked Erik, all taking their time and driving him wild. Then, after the third guy withdrew, a fourth stepped up and slid in, but two of them walked over towards me. I looked up at them as they gazed down at me, my body rocking forward in time with the thrusts from the machine that must by now have left me gaping. The men then went behind me and the machine stopped, with the dildo being drawn out slowly. One of them reappeared and bent down to undo my wrists, before he walked off across the factory floor leaving me still secured on the bench by my ankles. He returned with my cigarettes and a lighter, placing them on the floor next to me along with a bottle of poppers. Just as he did so, I felt pressure on my hole but this time it was from something huge. My hole was not giving in to what I assumed must be an even larger dildo, so I grabbed the poppers and started huffing while trying to push out. Then my hole gave in, and what felt like a tube train started pushing into me. I huffed like crazy as it slowly made its way in, until the movement stopped and I was completely filled. The machine then turned back on, but this time it was solely doing short, slow thrusts, the length and girth of whatever was in side of me causing me to moan with each movement. The men watched me for a few moments, then went back to where Erik was taking his fourth fucking of this session. I watched them as I tried to adjust to the monster ravaging my hole, noticing that the machine seemed to be pushing a little deeper and faster as time went on. Guessing I was probably in for being split in two by this thing once it was at full speed, I reached for my cigarettes and lit one up while I still had a chance. I puffed the whole thing out and then lit up another as the machine gained intensity, my whole body being thrust back and forth on the bench as my hole took more abuse than it ever had. All the while I tried to focus on watching Erik taking his fourth and fifth toxic loads in the sling, feeling a little jealous that it wasn’t me up there. When they were done with him, I saw them thrust a giant plug into him and then walk away, leaving the loads to soak into him and speed along his conversion. I, however, got no break, and watched with rising horror as the men once again walked across to the steel door and disappeared out of sight, leaving me to the mercy of the machine. At this point I just started loudly groaning, both from the utter fullness I felt, the pain whenever the machine pushed in really deep, and the pleasure I was still getting from my prostate being stimulated by the beast of a dildo I was taking. The men weren’t gone too long, and this time when they emerged from the steel door they came straight over to me and finally turned off the machine. They withdrew the dildo, and then unstrapped my ankles. I shakily stood up and gratefully accepted a bottle of water one of them handed to me. They gave me a couple of minutes to get my composure, and then walked me over to the steel door. Inside was a dark corridor, leading to a room lit with a couple of lamps in which there were several ragged armchairs and one dirty mattress. One of the men lay down on his back on the mattress, and then signalled me over to mount his erect cock. I did as instructed, sliding down so I was facing him, and then guessing what was to come, I leaned forward. Sure enough, another of the men got on the mattress behind and pushed his cock into me beside the one I had just mounted, my gaping hole offering little resistance to the double-penetration. The man behind then began to thrust in and out, his movements making me also slide up and down a bit on the other cock, and generally bringing me nothing but intense pleasure. I did not hold back in letting them know how much I was enjoying it, and how much I wanted them to dump their poz loads in me again. The guy kneeling behind me lasted quite some time before erupting in me, and then was replaced by another. So it went on, with all four of them fucking and breeding me while I continued to ride the cock of the man lying on the mattress, who only let loose in me once he was in there alone. As I began to lean forward to let his cock slide out of me, a large plug was pressed in to the vacated hole, keeping the remains of the loads they’d dropped in there. I was then encouraged to my feet and directed to the corridor, heading back out to the factory floor while the men remained in the room. There I found Erik still lying in the sling all plugged up, so I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from a pack sitting by the door and then walked over to him. “You thirsty?” I asked. “Yes” he croaked. I decided I probably shouldn’t get him down from the sling completely, but I undid the attachments to his wrist cuffs and then handed him one of the bottles. He thirstily gulped down some water while I fetched my cigarettes, lighting two and then handing him one. “Thank you” he said. “No problem” I replied. “But I don’t think I should get you down.” “No” he said, “that is OK. I am comfortable now that I have drunk.” “I don’t think they’re done with us yet” I said. “I hope not” said Erik, smiling at me. “I could do this all night.” I glanced over at the bench I had been strapped to before, and saw for the first time the sheer size of the dildo that had been ramming into me. “Hold that thought” I said, before looking back at Erik. “If we swap places next, you are in for one hell of a ride.” He gave me a funny look, but then I winked at him and made him smile again. I walked back over to the pack of water and grabbed two more bottles, then came back and handed one to Erik as he finished the first one. I then reached over and firmly patted the plug in his hole, getting a moan out of him, before I headed over to the bench and lay down on my back. My legs needed a break, but sitting wasn’t really an option with the plug in me. I stared up at the cracked ceiling of the factory, noticing how much the light was fading now, and took a deep inhale of my cigarette. I was full of poz cum, my hole was wrecked, and yet I had the feeling we were just getting started…

My ex wife cucks me we switch a bit too she has a black boyfriend that enjoys fucking me in front of her she has always loved watching gay porn and has allways bee great at encouraging me to be as gay as possible

Most of my hookups were through the apps so I counted them, that accounted for 17 then we hosted a few of our regulars at our place and 14 came over to use me. I actually went to the sauna one evening and hooked up there with 6-7 guys (4 of them also dumped a load in me) so I guess the numbers are more like almost 40 lol fuck, I am really a slut 🤣

Sorry about the long pause...here goes... Im a ball of nerves as i near the end of my shift. My phone vibrates, its Big Black Dick Daddy. "When you finish work snow bunny, you come to the SureStay Hotel, I got something you been craving, and something that been craving you." I close up at work, and make my way to the SureStay and text, "I'm here, Master." Quick reply comes thru, "Room 216, get that sissy ass up here baby." I nervously get out of the car as this place is not in the best part of town and look up to the second floor and see a room with several Black men outside, that must be it. I make my way up the stairs and immediately am hit with catcalls and whistles. As I approach the door one of the Black men reaches down inside the back of my shorts and sticks his finger right up my hole, deep and I immediately feel the burn. He laughs as he pulls out his digit with a wet pop and says, "wait till that kick in and I come serve you this nigga dick, you gonna forget that Daddy and have you a Pimp, sissy," as he shakes what appears to be an enormous dick at me in his pants. The other men chuckle and open the door and usher me in. Inside the room are several more Black Kings. The whole place smells musty and sweet, intoxicating. Black man sweat permeates my nostrils and the burning in my ass has transformed into a deep hunger. All these men are in several states of dress, or rather undress, and that's when I see Daddy. He says, "Welcome to the party, snow bunny. You'll notice there are no bottoms here, as you're the guest of honor. The main attraction if you will. Now I've tasted that sweet ass, so now, it's time my crew gets in on that." He smacks my ass hard, swiping my shorts down with the slap. I don't reach for them, I just stand exposed waiting for what's next. Suddenly I'm surrounded by 5 of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. One man lifts me up in his arms while another starts eating my hole. Another puts a loaded pipe to my mouth and clicks a torch and I inhale. So much white smoke is coming through I can barely hold it in, it's so thick it's nearly yellow. When I pull off the pipe, another man, grabs and covers my mouth while holding my nose. "Hold it in til I say so, faggot!" My head is spinning. I need to exhale and breathe so I start to fight but am under his tight grip. Another man comes up and pulls out my arm, ia feel a cold wetness in the crook of my elbow and finally the man with the death grip on my face let's go and says, "Alright bitch, you can breathe now." Suddenly there's a familiar poke in my arm and all of a sudden, my body is ablaze. Just as the heat hits my hole which I can feel quivering open, I'm lowered onto a dick, and pushed all the way down to the base. I can feel this man's tight curlies as I bottom out gasping for air. This was a big slam, bigger than Ive ever done before. And finally my voice hits my ears and its screaming, "I love nigger dick. Fuck me with your nigger dicks. All of you. Fuck me til I die. I need all the nigger dicks inside me now!" And then I focus and the man with his dick rooted in me becomes familiar. It's the man from outside. He says, "How you like that 14 inches of nigger dick you got inside you now, hoe? This pimp dick is gonna change you for life. Yo Daddy ain't yo daddy no more. He done sold your pussy to me, you mine now bitch!" He flexes his monster inside me and all I can do is shiver and think, more, I need more.

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

Can I be daddy's little whore....

You're so right! I love both blind folds and seeing the guys who fuck me! And if I let a nasty slag of a top slide his slimy, bumpy raw dick up my ass, I moan and beg him for it all the same. I love being used like that!!