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I found this guy on Grindr. His profile said he was a hypnotist. I had a hypnosis kink since I was young. His profile also said he was poz, but I decided not to worry about that if I was just getting a hypnosis demonstration. As soon as I met the guy in the hotel room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He was so hot. "I'm going to hypnotize you now." he said. I nodded my head in agreement. His eyes immediately began to change colors in rainbow spirals. I opened my eyes wide in surprise, thinking he was gonna use a cliché pocket watch, but this guy was supernatural. Widening my eyes just made me fall under his spell harder and faster. "You are mine now boy", he said. "I'm yours Daddy." I replied. He grinned evilly. Before I knew it, we were both naked, and he was lubing up his cock. He slid his lubed fingers in my butt. I moaned. "You are a slut. You Love to take loads deep in your butt" he said. "I am a slut, I Love to take loads deep inside my butt." I repeated. He grinned evilly and slid his dick slowly up my butt. I moaned. "Now here comes the really impressive part. I am going to turn you into a bugchasing slut. You're going to get my HIV in your butt, and you will remain my poz cumdump" he said. Part of my brain panicked. I didn't want to catch anything! I squirmed underneath him, but he just looked deeper into my eyes, the colors intensifying. It felt so good to have his bare cock fucking me. With a *ping* my brain unlocked a hidden part of me that I was afraid to admit before: I am a bug chaser. Suddenly, I was begging for his poz load. "Please Daddy, cum in my butt. I really want to feel Daddy's poz load deep inside of me. Please give me HIV Daddy. I WANT THE BUG IN MY BUTT!!!" I yelled. Daddy grinned wider than he ever did before, he knew he was gonna get to poz that ass up. He fucked me roughly and wildly, grinning from ear to ear with his tongue out like a demon. " You're going to get my viral load whether you like it or not. I can't hold on much longer..." Daddy teased. "Please infect me sir! I need your HIV. Please give me your seed deep inside my butt!!!" I yelled as I spread my legs as wide as they would go missionary style. Daddy gave a few more thrusts, then he said "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" and with that, he began to shoot ropes and ropes of toxic cum deep inside of my neg butt. "I'M CONVERTING YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "FUCK YEAH DADDY, CONVERT MY NEG BUTT!!!" I yelled back. I squeezed all of Daddy's dirty cum deep inside my butt, but Daddy came so much, that there was still poz cum overflowing my butt. Daddy put a butt plug in my ass to keep his cum inside of me. "You're my poz cumpdump forever now you stupid faggot" Daddy said, holding me tight. "Yes Daddy." I replied obediently. THE END

The Last Time (Part 2) " I haven't yet, no.." I was taken back by the fully stocked room, and felt a little out of place. "Condition three, now that you made it this far. You will refer to me as Sir or Master, understood, boy?" "Yes Sir," I immediately replied, not even giving it a second thought. "Before the sling, I have to piss, come fag," aa he tugged on my collar to the toy shelf. He grabbed a urinal mask, and strapped it on my head. "Don't spill a drop or you'll be punished." I just nodded, unable to respond, and patiently waited, staring up at my new Master with my glossy eyes. He started a slow trickle, but surprisingly didn't taste as bad as I'd expect and started opening my throat and swallowing as fast as I could before he started spraying a full stream and filled the urinal up before stopping. I slowly gulped down everything left before he unstrappes it from my head and put it back on the shelf. "There's still some left, boy" and pointed to his cock. I put my lips on his head and enthusiastically sucked, until he let lose a last minute stream, using my mouth to suck out what was left. When I finished, my stomach felt full, and started to feel even higher than before. " You're such a good submissive faggot, I may have to keep you." I just responded with a "Thank you Sir" Before he grabbed my leash and tugged me over to the sling. I hopped into it, and got into a comfy position before he started to strap my legs and arms down into it. Id probably have been concerned if I wasn't flying so high already. Condition three, don't ever lie to me boy. What's your status?" "Neg Sir, was on PrEP up until a few weeks ago." "Good boy. I've got to go prepare something, but I want you completely fucked up for me." He grabbed a shard, put some lube on my hole and shoved it in. I cried out from the burning, but tried to remain cool, knowing I couldn't move or resist if I tried anyway. He then grabbed a gas mask, and hooked it up to my head. The mask was blacked out so I couldn't see out of it. After a minute, clouds started pouring in, and I had no choice to inhale as much as I could. Craig came back after a few mines, came back and took the mask off, and seemingly had a point prepared. I was completely out of it, feeling the corniest I've ever been, my hole throbbing to be filled. "Condition three, if you want me to fuck you, I don't pull out." He swabbed my arm with an alcohol wipe, before putting on a tourniquet. I was so horny and dazed, all I could do is nod. "I need to hear it boy." "Yes please, fuck me Sir, please I need it." He slid a finger inside me, toying with me, taunting me. "You sure, fag? You want me to slam you and knock you up with my poz babies?" He pulled his finger out, leaving my hole empty and crazed. The slight hesitation from hearing he's poz was quickly drowned out by my needy hole. "Yes please, Sir, please slam me and fuck me with your poz cock. Knock up my faggot holes, please." "As you wish, boy." He slid the needle in, pulled back to see a nice red register, before pushing the plunger in. He pulled off the tourniquet and at the same time, slammed his cock inside me to the base. I coughed a bit before feeling waves and waves of pleasure, as he started to pound me as hard as I've ever taken it. I've never felt such intense pleasure before, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pounded my hole relentlessly. "Here it comes, faggot, get ready for my toxic seed." His speed increased even more, and started to jackhammer me, before grabbing my hips and plunging in for one deep fuck, and holding it there. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, shooting ropes and ropes of cum, painting my insides, changing me forever. "Welcome to the brotherhood."

11. “Look right into the camera,” Sir said, holding his phone up. I was kneeling in the middle of the room now, the wall of sex toys displayed behind me. “Start with your name, and who you belong to, and then in your own words tell the story of how you came to be kneeling on my floor with a nine-inch plug in your recently fisted cum filled cunt, your cock leaking a little caged and your head shaved.” I nodded my understanding, “Alright. Go.” “My name is Tommy and I’m Sir’s cumdump sub pig. I used to be a condoms only top in a monogamous relationship, but Sir helped me realized that I’m actually a sub bottom born to please men and take their loads. It just feels so good.” “Tell your story,” Sir prompted. “It started when my ex cucked me with Sir. I didn’t know it but for months he was taking Sir’s cock behind my back slowly becoming one of Sir’s boys. When Sir finally made him tell me I was shocked but turned on. I didn’t understand it, but when Sir told me to come to his house I couldn’t help but obey…” I told the whole story of the last five days. I looked right into the camera on the back of Sir’s phone and talked about fingering myself till I came thinking about Sir’s dick. I talked about feeling desperate when Sir wouldn’t fuck me and going to the bar with Jack. I said that I was jealous when Jack had gone off with another guy and I’d found out that Jack had bred him. I described in detail how it had felt when Jack had fucked me in the bathroom, and when his friend had come in after. I described hunting for dick online today. I even mentioned finding my ex’s profile and being turned on seeing what a slut he was. Then I talked about coming to Sir’s and giving up my cock, taking his fist and his load, about swallowing his piss, and getting my head shaved. I blinked for a moment at the end of my tale and then looked back into the camera to say, “Sir said he’d turn me into a dumb slut, and he was right. I am a dumb slut. I’m Sir’s boy. I’m a fist pig faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy. I’m going to take some pictures tonight as my friends use you, and then in the morning we’ll introduce the new you.” “I can’t wait Sir!” Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before Sir’s friends started turning up. He never introduced me to any of them. They just came down into the basement already naked. At first it was just one or two guys. They’d bend me over the fuck bench, or toss me into the sling and use my hole. If there wasn’t another guy to immediately start fucking me they’d slide the plug back into my cunt to keep me open and loose. Sir floated around, talking to his friends, encouraging them to use me and filming them sliding in and out of my hole. Occasionally he’d pan up to my face and have me say something like, “I’m just a cumdump Sir! Fill me with your loads!” Five burly men all roughly Sir’s age, all with large cocks had come and gone after the first two hours. I thought for a moment that was the end of it. Dan had only had eight guys at his party, and gotten like twelve loads, maybe those five were it. Then the group showed up. All at once six guys of various ages and types walked down the basement steps. They ranged in age from probably twenty-five through sixty. A jock, a couple of daddies, an honest to goodness bear, they ran the gambit. The one thing they all had in common was they were packing. I was placed in the middle of the room on the fuck bench, my well-bred ass exposed and vulnerable. Sir attached my legs down to the bench but left my hands loose so I could still jerk guys off. I moaned as dick after dick was slid inside me. While guys waited their turn they would circle around waving their dicks at my face and fucking my throat. Sir kept taking pictures and videos as the guys spit roasted me. After what felt like an hour and almost eight loads I was taken off the bench and lifted onto a mattress where the jock was laying. He dragged me on top of him and slid his cock into my gaping hole. He pulled me tight to his chest and I felt another man get behind me. The bear worked his cock in next to the jock and started to pound me ferociously. I was screaming, but it felt amazing. I was so open and so full of spunk my hole offered no resistance to any of them, it was just pure joy. “Fuck yes! Use my pussy! Use me like the fucking faggot I am! Wreck me! Breed my cunt!” I shouted not realizing Sir was right in front of me filming me. I caught his eye and he nodded his approval. The bear let out a mighty roar and another load rushed into my hole. He was soon replaced with another cock that blew its load all over my hole and the jock’s dick. The third guy sliding into my hole next to his cock was too much for the jock. I watched his face scrunch up and his body spasm as he added his deposit. The night ended with my sprawled out glassy eyed on the mattress covered in cum, an even larger plug stuffed in my abused cunt. Sir took one last picture before helping me into a sitting position. “Fuck pig. You did better than I ever could have imagined. “Thank you, Sir,” I said wearily. “There’s just one more thing before you get to go to sleep.” “What’s that Sir?” He held up the thick chain pad lock. I grinned. All of my exhaustion washed out of me. “Stand up boy.” I stepped off the bed and stood in front of Sir. He passed the chain around behind my head and brought the two ends together then slipped the arch of the lock through and closed it with a solid click. I felt the cold metal on my skin and looked down to admire it. “In the sling boy, you’ve got one more load to take.” Sir grabbed his crotch and shook his hard cock at me. I dashed over to the sling and flung myself back into it, the heavy lock around my neck thudding into my chest when I landed. Sir pulled the plug out of my hole with a wet squelch and then slid his cock inside me. He filmed himself sliding in and out of my spent hole and planned up to my face and said, “What are you?” “I’m a faggot cumdump whore.” “Good boy.”

The text read as such: ”was gonna whore myself out today, but I think I’ll whore you out instead. I have a blindfold, poppers, and lube. Motel 6 right off the interstate. Have a few dudes already lined up.” My legs started to shake, whether out of fear or excitement, I didn’t know. Two anonymous loads in me already, and I’m about to get more. This was shaping up to be quite the day and I quickly responded that I was on my way. I made sure that I had all of my belongings and headed out of the bathroom. The fresh air hit me luck a ton of bricks and I took a deep, refreshing breath. It felt good to be out of the grungy bathroom. I hopped in the car and started driving to the motel. About halfway there I realized that I smelled just like the bathroom and nearly gagged. I sent a quick text to the poz daddy asking if I could shower. He responded with the room number, and ended with “we’ll hose you off slut.” I started to get hard in my jockstrap at the “we’ll.” I turned into the Motel 6 parking lot and, in my eagerness, took the turns a bit too fast, my tires screeching as I came to a halt near the motel room. I tried to fix up my hair the best I could, adjusted my dick, and practically sprinted to the door. Before I even knocked, my poz daddy opened the door and was standing in front of me completely naked, clearly not afraid of anybody seeing him. I was mesmerized by his grey chest hair, the eagle spread across his chest, his slight gut, his girthy 9” dick at full attention, but most of all by the faded biohazard tattoo above his bouncing dick. I suddenly snapped back to attention when he laughed, deep and clearly pleased. He cleared his throat, “Heard you coming. You smell like you got fucked in an outhouse boy.” He pulled me in and somehow disrobed me in what felt like an instant. “Put this on,” he motioned at a blindfold near the bed and said “I’ll put you in the tub to hose you down.” I came to my senses and finally took in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, but clearly shabby and run down with wallpaper peeling off of the walls, cigarette burns on a carpet that was older than I was, and a cathode ray tube television that looked like it weighed 20 pounds despite the small screen. The room smelled like sex and poppers already. It was clear that he had been fucked a few times before I arrived. I moved over to the blindfold and grabbed it. Before putting it on, I heard some movement near the bathroom and looked up. An older gaunt man, older than my poz daddy walked out, his thin frame belied by a gut, his skin seemingly barely clinging to his bones. I instinctively put my hands over my dick to hide what little modesty I had left. He looked at the man who invited me here and rasped “Nice one Joe, well worth the wait. Glad you didn’t let me blow my load in you. Oh and he’s shy” he added in. “He won’t be shy for much longer,” said Joe, whose name I never thought to ask. I glanced at the thin guy’s cock—it was maybe 6”, cut, flaccid, and average girth. I took a deep breath, put on the blindfold, and felt Joe’s hands on my shoulders leading me to the bathroom; my arms outstretched to try and sense if I was going to run into something. “You’re not going to take that blindfold off until I tell you to boy. Now step up and in and get on your knees. No, face the other way.” I was in the tub and felt a not-ungentle smack on my head and I shifted towards Joe’s voice, the cold acrylic on my knees. I began to shiver from the cold before I heard a rasp “Don’t worry boy, this’ll warm you up.” I expected to hear the shower running, but instead felt a hot stream spraying on my chest quickly joined by another. For the briefest of moments, I was confused, but then the smell of piss filled my nostrils. Judging from the acrid smell, one, or both of them were dehydrated. I fought the urge to gag and stayed on my knees as one stream went down to coat my jockstrap and the other inched up towards my face. “Not on my blindfold,” grunted Joe, followed by a wheezing laugh from the gaunt man as he sprayed my chin and lips. Finally, the streams subsided, and I felt strong arms practically pick me up out of the tub and set me on my feet on the cold tile. Drenched in urine, I was directed back to the bed and pushed down onto it, my head landing on a pillow and my wet chest against the bed sheet. “You get to drop your load first, said Joe distractedly and added “the next guy is on his way.” “Fuck yeah,” responded the older man as I felt the bed shift with his weight and spindly fingers spreading my legs. “Are you going to be a good cumdump for me slut?” The whole situation felt surreal but, in my mind, I knew I was going to be a great fucking cumdump.

Part 2 – I arrived at my boyfriends house after work and he greeted me with a long passionate kiss before I’d even entered the house. My cock was already hard and he grinned when he felt it through my jeans. “I missed you so much. Please fuck me”, he begged between wet kisses. I grinned and we headed to his room. He’d got stockings and lace panties on, which drove me wild. I got him on his front and had my tongue between his beautiful peach buns, with him whimpering like a whore. I was so horny to fuck him but he suddenly pulled away when I tried to manoeuvre my cock towards his cunt. “Please wait” he said turning to face me. “What’s wrong” I said, cock dripping precum and poised to fuck. “I have to tell you something”, he said, suddenly getting upset. With tears in his eyes, “I cheated on you” he blurted out, sobbing uncontrollably now. I lay down next to him and pulled him to me, placing my arm round him. “OK, what happened?” I asked, not feeling the least bit upset, but horny as hell thinking he’d taken cock besides mine. “My cousin came round and I got all upset that I’d not seen you, and he was comforting me, and started kissing me, and it just happened” He sobbed. “It’s OK, I should have been here for you”, I lied looking into his tear strained eyes. He looked back and gulped a bit, “You aren’t upset?” he asked. “No, this is my fault not yours”, stroking his cheek and smiling back at him. “But he sleeps around lots and isn’t on PREP and he came in me. What happens if he gave me something. I don’t want you to get it?” he whispered. Inspiration dawned on me, maybe this was useful….”It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had something and anyway, if you love someone you will share anything”….I’m definitely going to hell! “Really?” He replied, blinking away tears. “Sure” I said and leaned in for a long hard kiss with lots of spit. He’d calmed down now and although I hadn’t lost my erection, he was now rock hard as I held him. “Let me suck you off and taste your seed. Maybe it’s poisonous. I want to taste your poison boy cum” I smirked back at him. He grinned back at me, this had clearly turned him on and he lay on his back while I went down on his dripping cock. I sucked him for less than a few minutes before he said he was cumming. “Give me your poison cum. I want your toxic seed” I moaned, just as he pumped a lovely warm load of boy cum in my hungry mouth. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned as he came gripping my head. I swilled it round my mouth and showed it too him before swallowing it all. “That’s so hot” He moaned as we kissed again. I couldn’t wait any longer and spread his legs wide, got my cock lubed and rammed into him. I fucked him so hard while he screamed and moaned, breeding his boy hole, I was like a savage possessed. I kept imagining my own seed was going to convert his negative ass. I came deep and hard inside him before collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of him. “That was the best sex” He managed between breaths. “You like the thought of toxic loads don’t you?” I replied, panting myself. He looked at me, kissed me again, “Yeah, you can give me what every you want” he grinned. We spent the next few hours having a lot of sex, whilst talking about toxic loads and fucking with other guys. I told him I’d love to get him into a threeway and maybe even a group orgy. He wasn’t sure to begin with but his cock was rock hard and grabbing it, slowly wanking him, I said, “You may not think you want it, but your cock does”, winking at him. The next morning we showered and made out before I had to get off to work. “Since you had sex with another guy and cheated on me, shall I invite a friend to join us and fuck us both?” I asked him as I dried off. He looked at me for a little while before answering, “Will he cum inside us?” he asked. I could already tell he liked the idea, erections give so much away. “Yeah” I replied “Ok” he said and we kissed again.

Always raw!! And always breed!!

Often times, people telling the truth, as history is seen about white shaming. On an individual level, if you’re not practicing racism, you should have nothing to be ashamed about. But if you’re from the perspective that black and indigenous people should quote “take their L” and move on while you enjoy the fruits of colonialism and injustice systems then yes you should be ashamed.

Those of <fill in> are PARIAHS in the country that they stole from its indigenous inhabitants, who were herded into the least desirable and most resource-poor parts of the country, so that <fill in> could exploit those natural resources into the modern & prosperous entity they now control and extract all the value from, to which of course thousands of others wanted to come and share in the stolen booty. There, I fixed it for you. If you honestly don't grasp that, to the people who held ancestral lands for millennia, your "modern & prosperous entity" represents nothing more than a bunch of thieves with superior weaponry who stole their birthright , well, I'm not sure I can help you. I'm not saying Australians of British descent should feel ashamed of their parentage, but the fact that they think they did a good thing by seizing everything of value on a continent from the people already there, using it to make themselves rich, and excluding those indigenous people from any participation in society for a century or more - well, that says something. And to be fair I'm not saying Americans - also, in large measure, descendants of invading colonials who stole all the natural resources from the people who'd been here for millennia as well. We compounded our actions by using chattel slave labor for much of that theft. But we did it so thoroughly that when we realized that the barren dustbowl to which we'd banished our natives - the Oklahoma territory - was actually rich in oil deposits, we maneuvered ways to steal that land AGAIN, so we could profit from the oil. Morally, that kind of shit matters.

Last week before the stormy weather hit, I was up in the north of Scotland. It's been very much all work and no play for me for a while now and I was feeling tired and a bit low. In the early evening I visited a cruising ground. It was quiet at first but then a few guys appeared. I fucked an Afghan lad up against a tree. I guessed he was probably in his late 20s. It was only after we fucked that he told me he had just turned 20. He looked quite a bit older - he was tall, slim and bearded, with a really fit, hairy arse. He sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I fucked him against a tree and enjoyed every minute of it. His arse was really tight, even though he told me he had another guy's load up him and after a really enjoyable fuck, I squirted my load up his arse to add to the one he already had up him. As he pulled up his pants, he thanked me and told me how much he had enjoyed the fuck and then smiled at me and kissed me. Made me feel a lot better and I decided to go back the following evening!

Haha, thanks for the replies and no worries, there is more! 😜😈 Chapter 14 I barely remembered going home when I woke up. I was a mess. I had violently tried to jerk off when I was home, because I was so horny and couldn´t sleep yet. But the cage allowed for little touching of my dick and my hole was sore, so I didn´t want to pull out the plug. Well and I also didn’t want to lose any of that precious seed. So I watched some porn and touched myself all over before I finally fell asleep after two or three more hours. And here I was, realizing what I had done the day before. My eyes shot open and I groaned. “Fuck…” I muttered. The memories were hot and dizzying. Then, my hand shot to my dick and gripped the cage. What the…? Had I really let a guy I just met and didn´t know shit about lock my dick into a cage and send me home with his cum up my ass? And let his friend, who “randomly” walked in on us, do the same? I didn´t even know how to contact him! How the fuck would I get out of this?! I started panicking and took some deep and slow breaths. It´s gonna be alright, I told myself. I rolled out of bed and felt the soreness of my hole and the plug still inside. What hour was it? I must have slept for long, since the sun was already setting again. I looked at my phone to see the time and saw the messages that I had gotten. I quickly scrolled through it, unsure if I had missed anything important today. But then I saw a message from a number I didn´t have in my contacts. “Hope your hole gets ready for the next dosage until the weekend. Enjoy being a caged fag for BBC until then!” I stared at the message for a moment. Wow! Well, at least now I had his number. I wanted to type a quick response about giving me the key to the cage before I stopped myself and thought for a second. The weekend was four days away. Not too far. And… Maybe it would be hot to just try to wear the cage, knowing he had the key? Only one way to find out… I got through the week as a quivering mess. One part of me being VERY aware of the cage and afraid anybody would see it; the other part of me anxious for the weekend and getting to see Jamal again and fucking loving every second of him holding the key to my cock. He had just texted me back three times: Fithe first time saying he´d get back to me on Friday for details of our meeting and I should send him a picture of my locked cock to confirm. The second time a day later with a picture of his hard cock. The third time was plain as well and turned me on as much as the last: “I loved fucking you sweety! You´re so sexy with a cock in your mouth or ass!” I would have gotten hard on that message if I could have. Some day were more of a pain, but his messages and the memories of the last sex as well as my increasing horniness about the prospect of the next weekend kept me in check. I knew I should ask them about condoms and not do so much drugs the next time. The needle hadn´t really been administered with consent, but… Fuck, I didn´t know what to do! When Jamal messaged me Friday evening, I was so ready to get pounded into submission once more. I had already cleaned out and to be ready as soon as he got in touch. When he told me to come over to his place, I was out of the house within five minutes. When I reached his door, I was trying to be rational for a second, considering once again the implications of what had happened to me during the events. Made high, being bred and caged by I guy I barely knew, now at his doorstep again, eager like a puppy, awaiting his presence, body, smile, smell and cock. This was surreal! Shouldn´t I just run and…? That’s when the door opened, revealing Jamal´s grin and his muscular body, wearing nothing but short running shorts, outlining his powerful legs and big tool. I didn´t know where to look first. “I´ve been waiting here and hoping you´d be this fast! Come on in!” My thoughts vanished into thin air as soon as I saw him. He was looking so hot! “Ah, sure… cool! I´m happy to…” When the door had closed behind me, Jamal pinned me against the wall, ravaging my mouth. He drew back for a second, grinning at me again, letting his hands slide over my body. Once found my dick in its cage and one groped my ass. “Fuck Jakey, I´ve missed your sexy little body!” What had I been thinking about again? He kissed me again, then pushed me towards the living room with his hand still on my ass. The room was lit nicely with indirect light. Porn was already playing and below the moans I heard a steady rhythm of music playing. On the table lay a torch and a lighter, a small bottle with liquid, poppers and lube. Beside the sofa I saw a big bag with different items of gear or toys sticking out. I was pretty stunned as it looked like a porn set I had walked in on and wanted to formulate some concerns, when Jamal pushed me down to sit on the sofa by my shoulder and sitting down beside me. He casually reached for the pipe and the lighter and started heating the contents. He drew a deep breath and came towards me, put the pipe down and kissed me, exhaling his hit into me. When he ended the kiss after a while, I exhaled and felt my heartbeat go even faster. Jamal then put a hand on my shoulder, smiled and started to massage my neck. „Do you know why we are such a perfect match?“ I could just look at him questioningly. „I mean… aside from the obvious…?“ „Because you´re a little slut, yeah. And you´re also a curious, but shy slut. You need somebody to take care of you and to make you do all the things that you actually crave but are afraid of trying. Or that you think you shouldn´t try because bla bla bla…“ He trailed off and smiled at me. It was a half warm, half evil smile. „And you´re gonna do ALL of these things!“ I tensed. I wasn´t sure what ALL meant. „Oh shh, I know, I know. There are some things you really don´t want to do. And then there are things you would say you don´t wanne do, but that you actually want to happen anyway or made to do. We will do all of the latter. And you´ll have such a good time!“ He moved his hand to my cage and pressed it with his hand. „And you don´t even have to say anything. Well, and you have no say in that anyway. I have so much to force you with. But really, I don´t even need to, do I?“ He stared at me. Even though he was sitting next to me, it seemed like he was towering over me. „I…“ I cleared my throat. „I guess not.“ „Right answer baby.“ He put his hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. „We´re gonna have so fucking much fun this weekend!”

Been sucking a new bud on the reg...22yr old with an 8-inch dick and thick pubes. Love getting my nose down to the base of his pubes and sniffing. He refuses to trim, which I love...curious what others think about natural pubes out there...

I had last weekend to myself and I fancied a bit of anonymous sex, so I booked myself into a hotel in Blackpool for the Saturday so that I could visit the gay sauna. I've been to this sauna numerous time and you can get a full weekend pass for a decent rate so it meant I could go as many time as I like on the Saturday and Sunday. Once I'd arrived at my hotel and got ready, I went to the sauna between 14:00 - 16:00, 17:30 - 19:00 and then again between 20:30 - 22:00. I wanted my monies worth from the weekend pass as you can see! 😂 As the weather was so rubbish over the weekend, the sauna wasn't as busy as it had been on my previous visits, particularly when I went back after 20:30. I'd still enjoyed myself as I'd taken a few anonymous loads up my arse and I knew I could go again on the Sunday daytime. It was so windy and the rain was on and off when I left the sauna so instead of walking down the seafront like I usually do, I decided I'd go through some of the back streets. I've never really wandered that part of Blackpool before, but some of those back street areas away from the beach aren't that nice lol! Still, it stopped me feeling as cold which I was quite happy about. I was about 25 minutes or so into this walk back to my hotel and I was heading down this alleyway which looked to be fences to the back of people's gardens with no gates to lead from their gardens to the street itself and I could see a decent sized tent part way down this alleyway. Once I got closer to it, I could see it was a little unzipped and I heard someone ask if I had any spare change and this guy poked his head out of the tent, who I'll refer to as Alan. I didn't have any to give him because I just had my bank card and he was very pleasant about it and as I was about to walk away, Alan asked me why I was walking around in this weather by myself at that time of night. I told him I'd been out for a little fun and was on my way back to my hotel and he asked why my friends hadn't walked back with me. Alan was really polite and I asked him if he'd like me to buy him some food and if he'd like some company so I could tell him about my night and he was very grateful and said 'I'm curious as to what you've been up to'. I'd walked past a takeaway about 10 minutes back so I told him I'd go and get us some food and then I'd chat with him, which meant it was a 25 minute trip to and from the takeaway before getting back to where Alan's tent was. Once I arrived, Alan unzipped his tent and told me to head in and join him and I was feeling so fucking horny at what I was doing. Obviously, the smell in the tent wasn't great but I was very much all in at what I wanted at this point. We started eating and Alan was very thankful I'd bought him some food and we started chatting, originally about just any old topics. Alan was 53, originally from Balckpool and he's been homeless for the last 7 years or so. Once we'd finished our food, he switched the topic to what I'd been up to this evening and at this point, the rain and wind had picked up a bit and it was pretty cold in the tent. I asked Alan if he was someone that gets easily shocked, he laughed and told me 'I'm homeless, I've pretty much seen and heard everything you could imagine'. I decided I'd just be open and honest, so I told him I'd been to a gay sauna and sucked a lot of dick and got fucked by men I didn't know, with a few cumming inside me. To my surprise he didn't seem as shocked as I thought he would be, but he did tell me my evening had been far more interesting than his. I was dropping some not subtle hints that I wanted some dick and Alan asked what type of men I went for, so I told him I was into older tops who liked it raw and I could see a grin on his face at this point. We were sat across from one another in the tent and he was sat infront the zipped door area and he started to lean forward towards me, before he pulled me in to kiss him. I felt so horny but it was also fucking freezing outside and this tent wasn't really helping with that! I started grabbing at Alan's dick through his jeans and he told me he'd give me exactly what I wanted but we needed to be quiet and he ordered me to strip naked, so I did exactly as he asked. My nipples were ridiculously hard because it was so cold and Alan pushed my legs up by my head and began tonguing my arse, before I let out a groan of pleasure. Alan immediately stopped eating my arse and told me to be quiet so I made sure to cover my mouth whilst he continued eating my arse. Alan told me how good my arse tasted, before I reminded him he was eating another mans cum and he let out a 'mmmmm you really are a dirty fucker aren't ya', to which I was nodding away as he was pulling his jeans down. I sat up, took his dick in my hand and started teasing his dick, licking the head and all the way down his dick and sucking his balls. The smell was really strong but I found myself adoring this whole [banned word] experience. After I'd given him head for a little while, I lay back again and pulled Alan on top of me and started kissing him before he slid his dick inside my arse and he immediately let out a loud moan himself. I jokingly told him he needed to be quiet and we carried on kissing, as I locked my legs around his waist. It felt so fucking good to be on my back like a whore for a homeless guy, I loved the feeling of his dirty dick invading my arse and the kissing was incredibly passionate. I could hear Alan breathing a little heavy despite us only fucking for a few minutes but I could tell he was getting ready to cum, so I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to breed me and he forced his dick inside me balls deep before he unloaded deep inside me. I made sure to lock my legs around him to keep him in place whilst we kissed and make sure I had every drop of his cum inside me. As he pulled out of me, I realised I was completely naked, in a tent with a homeless guy with his load up my arse in the middle of November on a Saturday night in Blackpool 🤣 One of the best fucks I've had though! I got myself dressed and I asked Alan if he would like me to pop by his tent again tomorrow morning, but he told me the alleyway has too much foot traffic in the day for us to have sex. We chatted for a little bit and as he doesn't have a phone, I realised it may be hard to sort another meet. I told Alan the next time I was in Blackpool I'd head to the same place to see if he was still there for any late night fun! I wandered on back to my hotel and I was so damn cold walking back! I got a shower and went to bed, before heading back to the sauna on the Sunday afternoon and I was able to get a little more anonymous fun. Although, the best part about the weekend was getting fucked in Alan's tent and part of me really wants to stay with him for a few nights in a row! 🤪 Hopefully I'll be able to have more fun with him on my next Blackpool trip!

Went to a local bar that has a backyard play area. Wasn't planning on getting seeded just sucking some cock, so I didn't prepare for a cock up my ass. Sucked 3 different cocks. First guy was good looking. I'd say 7". Took him forever to cum but well worth wait as several gathered to watch. second had a small cock but was a ginger. Love me some ginger. He came quickly which I'm glad as one watching had a super thick cock. I'm not exaggerating was truly beer can thick! My jaws strained getting around him. After a bit he said he wanted to fuck me. Said I'd love that but wasn't properly douched. He said let me check and began to finger my hole. ALL was good! Luckily someone watching and stroking had some lube! Even with lube it was tough taking him. He eventually got all the way in though. Was a nice steady fuck. I had others waiting for my cummy hole, but had dinner plans with some friends. Fortunately i had my emergency underwear in car. Went into restrooms and cleaned best I could. Put on fresh undies in car and someone noticed me.

I'll say this, too, jd: Years ago, I ran up against that posting limit (which may have been slightly larger at the time - the owner of the site has been known to adjust those as necessary), but there were a lot of discussions I wanted to participate in. I made a point of signing on each day, and that helped me use every one of my limited posting opportunities every day. As Viking pointed out, quality of the posts matter too. Because the system that evaluates and moves people up levels is mostly automated (if not entirely so - that's one reason it's not disclosed, to keep people from trying to "game" it), I'd hazard a guess that post quality is probably evaluated by things the software can measure, like post length and number of "reactions" it generates. So, for instance, a post replying to a hot fiction story that just says "Hottttt", while no doubt a welcome boost of confidence to the author, isn't going to inspire anyone to "like" your response. But in a General Discussion topic about something like relationship experiences, responding to a question with a thoughtful answer may well generate half a dozen reactions. A clever response with a pun or joke embedded in it might get several "HaHa" reactions in addition to up or down votes for people who agree or disagree with your point.

@rawfuckingonly You asked about rational gun restrictions. The most recent I can think of is the ban on bump stocks, a device used exclusively for the purposes of making a semi-automatic rifle operate more like (in fact, almost indistinguishable from) a fully automatic rifle, thus enabling rapid fire without having to pull the trigger repeatedly. The Court struck that down. Courts have struck down limits on high-capacity magazines (how many bullets do you need to kill a rabbit, anyway?). Courts have struck down location-based carry restrictions, saying in essence there's almost no place that any community can declare off-limits to guns, even crowded places like theaters that present serious management issues. They've even struck down laws criminalizing filing serial numbers off guns, making them untraceable (but it's still illegal to alter a VIN number on a vehicle). Lower courts have even struck down the ban on "ghost guns" (guns assembled from parts that all lack a serial number), though the Supreme Court may - or may not - be willing to let that regulation stand. I think we can all accept that some of us will have differing views on whether *particular* restrictions are sensible or not. For instance, I can't think of a sensible reason we should allow people to have AR-15s and similar style weapons (contrary to the bullshit their proponents push, they're not designed for hunting and they're a poor choice for it). But I can see where someone might argue otherwise. I can't imagine ANY rational argument that we should allow the production of handguns without serial numbers to make them untraceable. I can't imagine ANY rational argument that a large capacity magazine - which exists solely so you don't have to stop and reload as often - is useful for ANYTHING other than killing a bunch of people (in hunting, the first round fired is going to spook every potential target within range, giving you time enough to reload manually). Ditto for bump stocks. As a people we're contorting ourselves into pretzels to find that all these otherwise rational limits are, in fact, prohibited by an amendment that until 16 years ago wasn't even acknowledged as applying to individuals.

Cottaging was great fun back in the day, now you can’t find one to piss in let alone cop off with anon cock in

The Last Time (Part 1) "Hey boy, good to hear from you. We should meet up in person to go over my conditions. I'm free now, be at my place in an hour." He sent his address, and nothing else. I was hoping to make plans for maybe the next weekend, or maybe just score some for personal use for myself. I had been off my PrEP when not playing, and had not started taking it again. But I didn't want to waste an opportunity, so I decided to chance it. I jumped in the shower, and got ready to head his way. Plugging in his address, he was only 20 minutes away. I pulled up to a decent sized house in the outskirts of town, and texted him "I'm here." He just responded, "Doors open, I'm just finishing in the shower. First condition, strip off your clothes and putem in the bag next to the door." I walked in, stripped, and did as I was told. I sat down on his couch, and on the table was a loaded pipe and torch. He had a TV playing with somd bareback porn playing. "Go ahead and get started boy," he shouted from the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute. Pipe is loaded for you." Laying back on the couch, I lit up the pipe and took a big hit, before exhaling a large cloud. Fuck, I've been missing this. I took another 2 big hits while being drawn to the TV, a bottom strapped into a sling whilecl two tops took turns fucking him. After my fourth big hit, Craig came out to the living room to see me exhale a big cloud. He was dressed in leather boots, a dirty jockstrap, leather harness and leather cap. He had two Gatorades in his hands. "Keep going. Second condition, I love to parTy and get my bottom fucked up. You will do everything I tell you to do, trust me you'll have a good time." He handed me a Gatorade, and told me to chug it. At this point, I was feeling the T and drank it down without question. I felt a little flush afterwards, like I juat had a few shots at a bar. He sat down next to me on the couch, and started rubbing his jock. He took the pipe, lit it up, and inhaled, then motioned for me to come closer. As I sat closer, he leaned over and kissed me, and exhaled into my lungs, which I greedily accepted. "Good boy," is all he said as he lit the torch again, and repeated the shotgun. Immediately after, he put the pipe up to my lips and lit it. "Hold," is all he said as I inhaled, and held it in as long as I could before needing to release it. I was feeling it hard right now, and my eyes couldn't decide at staring at the bottom getting pounded or the growing cock underneath his dirty jockstrap. "Get on your knees fag, start sucking." I quickly dropped down, and pulled his jock to the side to reveal his gorgeous cock I've sucked before. I started worshipping his musky balls before running my tongue up and down his shaft. I heard the click of the torch again, and darted my eyes up just in time for him to lean down and shotgun it into my lungs. I held it in, and went down on his cock, releasing a large pillow of clouds over his cock before taking it down my throat as far as I could. He seemsdvto enjoy this, grabbing my head and forcing me to hold it longer in my throat. We continued like this until the pipe ran out, taking shotguns and deep throating before hearing the torch click again and again. I have never done this much before, and was feeling so warm and obedient, like I couldn't say no if I tried. " I think you're ready fag, let's head to my playroom." He reached to the side of the couch, grabbed a collar and leash, placed it around my willing neck, and lead me on all fours down the hallway. Inside his play room, was lit by red LEDs; he had another TV playing porn, with a bed, sling, fuck bench and a large shelf of toys of all sizes. "Ever been in a sling, boy?"

November cocks served…as I get ready for the annual Thanksgiving pilgrimage which historically marks the end of my November service, a review of the months diary frankly reflects a disappointing month. Family issues, business issues proved distracting but unavoidable and my goals perhaps optimistic or unrealistic. My belief that true dedication and prioritization to the faggot life should mean 100 cocks per week as the target. But I own my failures, missed goals and am transparent always. November service. 4-day Tampa, Ft Lauderdale trip. 18 Parks, Rest areas. 16 Theaters and book stores 37 2- motel blow bangs 21 private hosting 12 monthly total 104 December will be I’m sure difficult, but I will exceed 1500 for the year. while not breathtaking, it’s reality. I’m looking forward to 2025 and new focus, goals, use.

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Chapter 8 My good poz FB Jason just nursed me through the fuck flu and as I slowly recovered, he has recharged me multiple times. I swear these breedings are making me feel stronger as the poz seed has claimed me. I’ve been horny as fuck, even while not feeling fully recovered. Jason has been taking his responsibility seriously to keep me recharged. Jason smiles and reminds me he doesn’t need to leave for another 8 hours and why don’t I invite Paul over. He’d love to meet him and maybe the three of us could find some creative ways to spend some time. I grab my phone, dial and when Paul answers he immediately congratulates me. He wants to know when he can come see me, and I state that actually Jason and I were just discussing that and wondered if he is available. With a “fuck yes”, he lets me know he can be here in 30 minutes. While waiting for Paul I’m thinking of all of the loads Jason has given me. Perhaps one of the hottest was yesterday. I’m legs up in air spread wide, laying on my back and Jason was pounding my hole. I saw him working his mouth and then he spat into my open mouth repeatedly. I’m so turned on as I swallowed snot loads. He roughly grabbed me, flipped me over and shoved me into the bed. His hand pushed down on my back, pinning me down, as his cock repeatedly assaulted the entrance to my ass. He’s brutally pounding me claiming me every way he can. He screams out FUCK, as he rams in hard and I feel his cock pulsing on my prostate. He’s filled me with another huge load. As he pulled out, he shoves his hand into my ass and pulls out his deposited cum load. Putting his fingers in his mouth he savors the spoils. He demands I open my mouth and he slowly drools out the load into my open mouth and tells me to swallow. I’m so fucking turned on as we then devour each others tongues sharing my cum infused in our wet mouths. Jason wanted me to invite Paul over before he goes so they can finally meet and have a little fun with me . Paul is a guy who originally I hired as an escort but after he got pozzed, he has been helping me hook up with toxic guys for fun. Paul is a 6’ 3” blond adonis, mature, ex-twink with a solid hard muscular but naturally smooth body. Theses couldn’t be less alike. Jason is this 28 yr old, 5’ 7” guy, with a beard, hairy chest, mostly fit but with a couple extra pounds. He’s also just goofy nerd that loves to play. Paul is truly verse, while Jason much more prefers to top but does enjoy taking a cock occasionally. What they both have in common is, that boy, can they both fuck. Jason and Paul chatted a bit while I was down and out. I guess they were arguing over who likely pozzed my ass. Jason demands, with a devilish grin, play time with the three of us. I’m guessing he wants to show the older Paul he is more Alpha. The door buzzer sounds and I go to the door and let Paul in. Introductions are made and the guys are immediately sizing each other up. I suggest maybe we move to the bedroom. All three of us we’re naked almost immediately. Jason quickly gets hard, and his cock is sticking straight out. Paul standing next to him, pulls on his dick and is already at half-mast. Paul leans into Jason and the two of them begin kissing and making out. The sexual electricity in the air is palatable. I alternate between their ample hard cocks as I devour their rigid poles. I savor each inch as they both are producing copious amounts of pre-cum that is just the right sweetness. We are soon on the bed, exploring each other’s bodies with a desperate passion. We spend the next 10 minutes exploring each other’s cocks and bodies, driving our passions to a new frenzy. Paul then tells Jason to sit up in the bed. He positions me with my mouth over Jason’s cock so I can deep throat his dick. I am soon rewarded as Jason begins skull fucking me. That curve in his cock is perfect as it glides deep into my throat, and he pounds into me. Paul is guiding me to be on all fours. As I’m sucking Jason, Paul takes his cock and impales my ass. His cock is stone hard, and he begins fucking me in and out. He then takes his throbbing cock and starts stirring my hole with a right and left on top of the in and out grinding. His enormous cock fits perfectly in my ass and he owns it. He is soon fucking me with abandon. All the while I have Jason’s cock down my throat in and out of my mouth as drool runs down my chin. Together they are soon driving me crazy with desire. Then it abruptly stops. As I whimper, Jason and Paul change positions and I find Jason’s, well snot lubed, fuck stick enter my ass. He slides right in thanks to Paul expertly stretching my ass. Jason takes his time, using Paul’s copious precum as added lube. I feel him bottom out and he slowly starts picking up the pace. Soon he is slamming his cock into my ass making my own cock start oozing precum from the anal stimulation alone. In the meantime, Paul is now shoving his cock into my willing mouth. Between my ass juice and his leaking precum, I’m in pig heaven as I’m slurping his cock clean. Suddenly, Paul gets up and again Jason quickly stops drilling my ass. I’m begging for cock back in my fuck hole. and almost immediately, feel Paul back in my ass pounding me. His enormous cock owns me as he fucks me for all I’m worth. Paul moved to the edge of the bed with his legs on the floor. He tells me to ride his cock. Just as I’m sure it can’t get any better Paul lays back on the edge of the bed and pulls me into him. Paul then has me spread my legs further apart. With Paul pulls my chest into him. I’d done this once before, but it didn’t last that long and was a bit awkward. Quickly grabbing some poppers I dropped on the bed, I take a couple big hits and Jason slowly enters my hole alongside Paul. I’m yelling for more and having these two guys in my ass, breeding me together, turns me into crazed fuck hole wanting to be seeded by both of these toxic men. I draw up a few more hits and my ass blossoms open as Jason slides all the way in. They are both fucking me, first slowly, to get a rhythm going and then with all they’ve got. I’m fucking high from this amazing sensation. Together these two guys are amazing. Unbelievably they are both hard as rocks and they keep it going for at least 10 minutes. I feel Jason gets harder still and he tenses up and he spews his poz cum load into my ass. Jason slips out causing Paul to dislodge as well. As they both pull out, my ass feels abandoned. Paul, not yet ready to cum pulls us apart, demands Jason lay back on the bed with me cleaning Jason’s cock in my mouth. Paul remounts me and continues breeding me. I again adjust to his perfect cock. My ass is now on fire with lust. My hole is contracting around the cock in me as Paul is plowing me deeper than I could imagine. Cum is frothing and dripping from my hole. I’m thrashing with excitement as Paul drills me like this for 5 minutes. I hear him start grunting and straining and he yells he is going to fill my fucking ass with his toxic load. Paul continues destroying my ass then yells as his load joins Jason’s. Paul keeps going full force to push the loads deep, just as I find my own cock erupting without touching myself. I collapse onto the bed having spasms as my whole body seems to be flooded with endorphins. I feel the frothy cum starting to leak from my ass as Paul withdraws his hard rod. Immediately Paul is eating my ass. He sucks the spoils from my ass and turns and feeds it to Jason. Jason pulls me into a kiss and shares the toxic mixture with me. By this time, Jason is hard again. I’m still catching my breath and coming down my orgasm. Paul, still stoked, demands Jason shove his cock up his ass not wanting to let that cock go to waste for a second. Jason begins pounding Paul and I hear the distinct sound of Jason’s balls slamming Paul’s ass. Jason is pounding away so I take the opportunity to start sucking Paul’s still hard dick. The two of them are fucking with such lust it causes Jason to cum again in Paul’s ass. I pull off Paul’s cock and switch over to clean Jason’s rod. I’m so turned on. I then eat Pauls hole, savoring the fresh breeding Jason just delivered. While Paul hasn’t come again, he’s begging for another round at my hole. I tell him we need a break but promise him he can have my ass again later. We all collapse on the bed and chill for a while, just savoring the toxic soup we’ve shared. After about 10 minutes of laying into each other, Jason announces he needs to go. He jumps in the shower where Paul joins him. They play a bit in the water but I interrupt for a quick hug and rinse as the three of us melt into each other with the water cascading over us. We finally emerge from the shower to dry off. Soon I’m hugging Jason goodbye, telling him how much I appreciate everything he’s done for me. He smiles at Paul and with a wicked grin, says “Yeah, I like being the guy who finally pozzed you after so many others failed”. He turns and is out the door as I hear Paul groan. I’m still full with Paul's and Jason’s poz seed in my ass. Paul and I get back in bed. Laying on our sides, he spoons me and I soon find his cock back in my ass. He’s churring the toxic stew still in me. He is using his in and out, side to side movement with his cock. There is a frothy mixture, tinged pink, around his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in. My ass is in heaven. For the next half hour PAUL alternates between slow and a forceful fucking with the energy of a trojan gladiator. He gets me back on all fours and standing at the side of the bed, pounds me until I grab my cock and cum again. He continues fucking me as my hole spasms around his cock. He explodes and once again fills my hole with his cum. He lays there with his hard cock in my ass, both of us riding the wave. Slowly he pulls out of me and I feel a void as the cock retreats from my ass and the cum mixture leaks down my legs. Paul is again feeding it to me, and as I lick his fingers as he says, “Slut you know it was me and my buds that got you there. I’m your toxic dad and those are my babies in your blood”. I may not know whose strain is responsible, but I chuckle. I am so happy both guys are in my life and that they both want me enough that they claim to be my poz daddy, my DNA infused with their toxic seeds. ...... Guys, I'm ending this story line and for the most part this is my actual journey of getting pozzed. It was an amazing ride and while I've changed the names its pretty accurate. I still get hard remembering these really hot encounters and have got off multiple times writing this up. I hope you've enjoyed as well.

Got a huge load stewing inside my fuckhole right now. My buddy came over this morning and fucked three loads into me. I'm on Grindr now trying to round up someone to come fuck and load my cummy hole again.

The First Time (Part 1) (This will be 3 total stories, spanning over months. Some will have multiple parts, and some of the tags will be explored later - it is going to be a slow burn, enjoy!) I still can’t believe I did it the first time, truth be told. I was having a particularly slow work week, and had been pent up, horny and frustrated - an dangerous combination for me. No luck on the apps on a Tuesday, so I decided to head to a local arcade. I had just started visiting glory hole booths fairly recently, and after the first time an anonymous guy shot his load down my throat, I was hooked. The way his cock pulses inside your throat, how you take in the smell of his pubes at the base of it cock, I just couldn’t get enough. My weekend indulgence crossed over and I found myself at a new, fairly seedier arcade on the outskirts of town just before Midnight. I brought my vape pen, and took a big hit before I exited the car. I was a little nervous in this part of town; all the businesses were closed and the street was eerily quiet, illuminated only by a half lit sign reading “LIBERATED WORLD - ADULT STORE AND VAPE SHOP.” Walking in I like to check out the place, browse the toys for a second while I seek out where the Arcade is - but this place was small, only 3 rows of goods, with a basic brown door in the back, labeled simply “Arcade.” I grabbed 2 fresh poppers bottles from the front while paying my 10$ entrance fee - which I would learn later, is for 8 hours. What a steal! The door buzzed open, and I took in my surroundings - on the left was the door for the theater, which I’ve honestly never tried - and to my right was a line of booths. Just standing there, the atmosphere was making me horny - the smell inside reminded me of a musk comparable to a men’s locker room. I walked around the booths to see if any action was happening, when I realized I was alone. How disappointing, but figures for a Tuesday night. I grabbed a booth anyway, one with a glory hole, and decided to hangout to see if anyone was going to come in or not. I took a big hit of poppers, browsed to 1 of 2 bareback channels, and started edging to pass the time. Thankfully, about 10 minutes later, I hear footsteps near my booth. I’m already on my knees with my mouth on the hole before he even has time to shut the door. As he browses the channels, I take another big hit of poppers before presenting my open mouth to him, as if say, “please, Daddy, feed me.” As he finds just the right channel, screams and moans start blaring from his TV; I can just see the edge of the TV through the hole: a bottom getting fucked bareback, while begging the top for his seed. I hear him unbuckle and slide his pants down, right before his head slips into my mouth. He’s fairly big, but not so big I couldn’t bottom out. I could feel his head getting harder and harder as I facefuck myself on his cock. I was insatiable, I pulled out every trick I learned while I worshiped like it was the last dick on earth. The last God on earth. I started focusing on his head, running my tongue in circles while my lips went up and down his shaft. And then I hear it - the all too familiar knock. I started jerking my cock faster at the thought of pleasuring him to completion with just my mouth. It can be discouraging starting out at arcades and having men leave their booth, being unfulfilling to him and myself just unfilled. He moans loudly over the TV, and I feel his cock throb inside my mouth, and then…. Dribble dribble. Don’t get me wrong - he came, and had an orgasm, and that alone is serving my purpose in this world. But the small amount of cum was almost nothing, a sip, a taste - and then it was gone. He thanked me as he got dressed, and apologized for the lack of cum. He had said he came earlier today, and honestly didn’t think he had it in him to even cum again. Even more frustrated, I turned back to the porn that was on, and took another big hit of poppers, anxiously awaiting a 2nd chance at a proper load. Something more satisfying. Filling. As I was about to give up waiting and just head home, I hear the arcade door open. Yes! I hear his footsteps walk around the outside, before heading back towards the entrance. Confused, I heard him walk past the entrance, and a further door opened, then shut. Oh. He went into the theater. I had been a little nervous going in for the first time - I usually enjoy having a 1 on 1 session, and worried the theater allows for more people to be inside. I had never tried exhibitionism before, but I must admit I had fantasized about trying it. Being especially horny and high on thc and poppers, I finally said fuck it, why not - and got up the courage to try something new tonight. I quickly got dressed to leave the booth, and headed towards the theater. It was another 10$ to get inside this door, but at this point, I’d have paid more. I turned the handle and walked in; inside was a small room, with 3 big screen TV’s on the wall; 2 playing hardcore gay porn, and a side wall playing straight. I glanced around the room and took in the surroundings; there was 2 couches and a side loveseat, and spotted 4 men inside - A younger guy was sprawled out on the loveseat, fully dressed with his cock pulled out. On the far left side was a mid 30s guy, with the last two older daddies with grey beards on the center couch - all with their pants at their ankles, stroking and playing with themselves. When I decided to sit down on the last seat open on the center couch, would be a decision that changed the course of my life forever.

It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.

I say, all people rise up and be your highest selves. If you think shaming is an effective tactic then by all means don’t let me tell you what to do. I’m only advocating targeting the right people to shame. Collective punishment has a way of turning individual justice into a group-level beef.

TOTALLY AGREE! If guy doesn't shoot in me I feel like I let him down.

Commentator 1: Matt Gaetz can now retire to Florida, where he can open up and enjoy that 16 year old Brandy he's had locked in a cabinet for years just for a day such as this. Commentator 2: I think she spells her name "Brandi".

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I went out to a cruising spot in the woods around 2am for some anonymous sucking and fucking. I was hoping to get fucked, and I did, but then I soon realized it wasn't gonna happen again because now I was surrounded by bottoms. So, I adjusted and became a slut-loving top. This one guy milked and milked my cock, and just as I was about to burst, I whispered in his ear, "You want my toxic load?" He nodded. "Yeah?" I continued. "You want this poz daddy load in ya, boy? You wanna join the poz brotherhood, slut? Or be recharged, because - of course - a whore like you must already be poz." I said these things because that's what I want to hear when I'm the bottom slut pussy-faggot, taking loads from studly poz top men. He seemed to like it as much as me, squirming and moaning and begging. "Yes, sir, please give me everything you've got." So I did. I blasted my thick load up this stranger's hole while telling him how proud of him I am for taking any load, no questions asked. "That way, you're sure to get everything you deserve." Thing is, aside from HIV, I don't know what else I might have at the moment, since I'd just taken a couple strangers' loads myself.

Matt Gaetz went for the AG position hoping for a recess appointment. Then he dropped out after discovering a, "Recess appointment," is not the term for his next date. It was a simple misunderstanding. Sorry, I just had to share that. Jokes about Matt Gaetz never get old.😉

yep, he never showers before we chill, which is what I prefer. Hate the smell of soap...I want him to smell ripe. And I always swallow!

I love that your husband would enjoy seeing you pozzed. You could return the favor for him with your fuck flu cum hole.

Chapter 7 Monday, I headed back into the office. I figure the regular grind will be a rather boring change of pace given this last weekend of taking lots of cock, and toxic seed. The team is assigned a new audit project and it looks like it is going to take three full weeks of long days and includes a heavy weekend schedule. The boss tells us we’ll all get 5 days comped paid time off at the end as they announce any planned time off for the next few weeks is canceled. I’m kind of pissed as it is going to curtail any fun activities. Always looking for the positive I figure, damn, that basically creates a free one week vacation and I can plan some real debauchery. As the work is pretty intense, 12 hour days and time thankfully flies by. We get the second Sunday off as the client has some kind of event going on and they won’t have anyone available to speak with as a result. Great, because I can use the day to begin working on my mini-vacation to arrange some fun. I reach out to Paul, and he tells me he’s got some ideas on ways to keep working on getting me pozzed and lets me know he’ll call me in a few days. Thinking maybe I’ll go see Jason as well, I call him. Jason lets me know that he’ll actually be back in town late Thursday night for 8 days. He has to see his financial guy Friday morning and figured he’d just chill at his moms and visit the old haunts; but really doesn’t have much planned yet. Assuming Friday is going to be a late day at work, we tentatively schedule getting together Saturday. Friday finally arrives and checking my phone I see Paul has left a message. I text him letting him know I’m busy with work but that I will reach back out this evening. Shortly after lunch, I’m starting to get a sore throat. A couple hours later I develop a fever and one of my coworkers says I look like shit. The team tells me we’re almost finished anyway and order me to head home, refusing to argue about it. By the time I get home I’ve broken out in cold sweats and am freezing. I decided to take a hot shower to warm up. It doesn’t help, and by the time I get out of the shower not only am I freezing but now I’m having a hard time breathing. I stumble into bed, exhausted, aching and knowing I’ve got a high fever as well. Feeling like shit, it dawns on me, is this it? Have I finally converted and have the fuck flu? Just as I pick up the phone to call Paul and let him know what’s happening, the phone rings and I see its Jason. I groan into the phone and Jason becomes instantly concerned. I let him know what is going on. Jason then quickly says “congratulations bro; you now have joined the club.” He lets me know he’ll be over in a bit, after picking some stuff up at the store he knows I’ll need. Jason is clear, he’s got nothing on his plate and wants to be there for me. He reminds me he still has the key and tells me to get and stay in bed. I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I open my eyes and it’s dark out. I’m drenched in sweat and see Jason sitting in a chair beside me. I try to say something but my throat hurts so bad I can barely whisper. I attempted to sit up but my muscles betray me. Jason shushes me and tells me he’s here and will be able to stay for a few days since he really didn’t have plans. I whisper my thanks to him telling him I’m a bit scared but relieved at the same time. Somehow, he sits me up and gets me to take some aspirin and some cough syrup thing to ease my sore throat. He rolls me over a couple times as he changes the sheets and puts a towel under me to try to keep thigs from getting so wet. Jason lets me know I’ve got to just rest. He says I need to be patient and let the virus take over my system. He assures me that he’ll be here and not to worry. I guess this goes on for a couple days and I’m in and out of it; not really aware of much. At some point, I fully wake up, still sore and tired but feel better than I was. I hear some banging in the kitchen and call out asking who’s there. Jason appears in the doorway and say’s good man, you are finally awake. Really groggy, I ask what he’s doing here and I ask him what time it is. Jason responds, “Dude, its around 1pm and it’s Wednesday”. Startled, I say no, its Friday. He laughs and “says sorry bud but you’ve been laid up since Friday afternoon and that’s when I got here. You finally got the fuck flu and I’ve been here being your nurse, pretty much all week. You’ve got to be famished and says he’ll be back in a few and to stay still. I try to get up as I need to pee, but can barely even sit up in the bed. Giving up I try to get my breath sitting up. Jason reappears and says, here, I’ve got some soup for you and some Gatorade, we need to get you rehydrated. I tell him I need to pee first. He tries to get me up out of the bed but I just don’t have a lot of strength and we can’t manage even 2 steps. Getting me back in bed, he says to hold on, he’s got a solution. He reappears with an empty juice bottle and says, here we can use this as a urinal. He sits me down and as I’m fumbling he helps me get my underwear down. He then grabs my dick and puts the wide mouth bottle over my penis and I begin filling the bottle. As he’s shaking my dick, he reminds me he loves piss and is going to enjoy this later. I start to get hard. He see’s I’m a bit embarrassed and confused. He then smiles and states, “well I guess the virus has almost done its thing. He warns me I am going to be horney non-stop. Let’s get you fed and then see what we can do about that.” I eat and drink what I can, and feeling tired, lay back down. I apologize for being a burden, and he quickly dismisses that notion. I tell him I really appreciate him being here and that I love him. He lays beside me and puts his arms around me, gently kissing my neck and expresses how lucky he is to help me during my conversion into a poz man. I slowly drift back to sleep. I awake some time later and find Jason in bed spooning me. I’m now naked and he has wrapped his arm around me. I fully awake feeling his hard dick on my ass crack and that he is naked too. Morning stud, he says, and then lowers his hand to grab my now lengthening dick. He whispers in my ear that, that it’s his duty to recharge me a couple times to make sure the virus fully takes. He spits in his hand, uses it to wet my hole and soon has his cock slowly piercing my ass. He slowly picks up the pace once he’s sure I’m ready and is soon hitting my prostate with his cock. I begin leaking profusely. He speeds up further, pile driving me and my ass soon clenches’ around his cock as I cum hands free. I clamp down so hard he grunts and screams; “I’m going to fill your hole with my toxic seed” and he soon blasts in my hole. Turning me over he then grabs my hand and starts licking my cum off of me. He takes my cock in his mouth to get the last cum out of my dick. He then licks my stomach and chest clean where more of my load landed. Kissing me he lets some of my now positive load into my mouth. We both swallow. Jason looks up at me, smiles, and says, how stoked he is to be the one who takes my first poz load. He pulls me back around and is spooning me again as I slowly fall back asleep. Over the next couple days, slowly my appetite and strength comes back and Jason has rewarded me with at least three more of his toxic loads. Friday morning, I’m feeling much better. He lets me know he needs to leave that evening to fly home. He gushes that he feels so honored to be the one to help me through my conversion. Jason looks at me and then with a wicked look on his face asks if I’d be up to fucking him and recharging him with what is sure to be my high viral load. I grab him, pushing him down onto the sofa. I yank his shorts off and then go down on his cock. Soon he’s face fucking me, but before he gets too worked up, I flip him over and go down on his ass. I’m eating his hole for all its worth and with the slime from my mouth, soon I have his hole opened up and slick. Pulling my own shorts off, I spit on his ass and then slowly sink my hard shaft into his hole. I begin sliding in and out, enjoying his smooth tunnel. I pull out and then start a more deliberate entry. I’m soon pounding Jason’s ass. He screams for his daddy to give him a toxic load and recharge him. Jason grabs his dick and is soon jacking off to my pounding. I scream “here it comes, take my first poz load”. As I cum, his ass contracts around my dick and he’s soon milking out the last of my seed with his ass cinched around my cock as he blasts his load. Spent, we fall to the floor in each other’s arms. Jason slowly kisses me and tells me that while I may be mostly a bottom, I now have a duty to spread my viral loads to others. He says that he wants to hear my plan for taking and giving toxic loads by Sunday. I yell as I remember Paul, “fuck, I was supposed to call Paul back last week. I hope he’s not pissed!” Jason tells me not to worry. I guess Paul called multiple times while I was out of it and Jason finally answered since he kept calling. Jason had let Paul know what was happening. Paul was so pleased and shared Paul was sure he was most likely your poz dad. Jason told him not to be so sure as he hooked up when I got home from that last fuck session. Jason, being fresh into the brotherhood probably had a very HVL. Paul laughed and as far as Paul was concerned all four of them were my poz daddies. Jason smiles and reminds me he doesn’t need to leave for another 8 hours and why don’t I invite Paul over. He’d love to meet him and maybe the three of us could find some creative ways to spend some time. I grab my phone, dial and when Paul answers he immediately congratulates me. He wants to know when he can come see me, and I state that actually Jason and I were just discussing that and wondered if he is available. With a “fuck yes”, he lets me know he can be here in 30 minutes.

The First Time (Part 3) I crawled over to the loveseat, arched my back so my hole was exposed, and started sucking his uncut cock as he took poppers hits. I could hear Jim offering encouragement, "fuck yeah boy, suck is cock," "such a good little cock sucker," I could hear before glancing over and noticing I've become the entertainment in the room, with everyone watching me suck this strangers cock. Once he was done taking hits, he put his hands on my head and started holding my head in place, forcing his uncut cock down my throat and holding it. "Good little faggot" is all I could hear in between gasps of breath he'd let me have every once in awhile. I felt so calm and unashamed, my shyness completely gone as I put my throat on display. Jim slid over closer to me, and started playing with my exposed hole I so graciously had on display. His fingers felt so good sliding in and out of me, he must've grabbed some lube as I could felt the cold wetness on my hole as he started going faster and faster. I felt like such a dirty whore, on my knees worshipping a cock while another played with my hole, and everyone sitting back, watching me, jerking off to me. The top I've been sucking started moaning, picking up his speed as he guided and face fucked my throat. He took total control, his head slamming into the back of my throat. I could feel his cock head spasm as he started shooting his cum directly down my throat. As he let go of my head, he sat back and enjoyed me subtlety using my tongue to play with his head for some post orgasm torture. I also made sure to suck any remaining cum out to ensure I had every last drop. Just as he was getting ready to get up and leave, I felt a small sharpness from Jim as he lingered my hole, before it started to burn a little bit. "Don't worry, baby, the burning will go away in a second," is all he said as he continued fingering my hole on the dirty theater floor. The top who fucked my throat got up and left, as I arched my back more and spread my hole for Jim to continue.

He is now soft and the heavy nut weights are touching my chin. I got him all in me, he is just holding my head and grinding his hips in my face a little. We stay like this for a little, I’m starting to feel him thicken back up. His dick is starting to go down my throat and stretch my lips again. He is not backing out as he gets hard, just holding my face to his crotch. He ask if I can feel him getting hard in my throat, that it feels good. That he is not going to release my head, that he plans on just hold my head in place and let his cock grow to hardness in my throat. That it’s time I have him all in me. I’m in pain, but happy. He just keeps pulling my head in and pushing his hips. He wants every inch in as he grows longer and damn so thick. I’m having trouble breathing and starting to gag. He just says, through the nose, breathe through the nose. He is talking about this pair of shorts he wants me to buy. Their rubber and the crouch has a hood attached to it. So he can wear them with my head in the hood part. That at all time, 3/4 of his cock will be in me. That will help train my throat, that he want me to be able to deepthroat him whenever he wants. He wants to turn me into a pocket pussy that he can fuck the hell out of. His is almost hard and I can’t take it, I think my jaw is going to dislocate. I try to move, just trying to back off. Trying to get a little room, he is still holding me tight. He grows and pulls all the way out. His cock is shiny and pointing str8 up. Almost fag, you almost had it all he says. But no worries, you buy those pants and we will train that mouth pussy right. He has me hit the popper again and helps me stand up. With his help, we walk into the living room. He helps me lay down on the ottoman face down. The cliffs are off and I’m told to put my hands under the ottoman. He recuffed my hands under it, I’m now stuck there. Chest to the ottoman, knees on the floor. He slaps my ass and going looks like a good dog. What do good dogs get, they get a bone to play with. He walks into my kitchen and comes back with a paper towel. He gets the poppers and douses the towel. He puts the towel in the hood and starts to zip it up. He tells me, this is where the fun again. At this point I heard the front door open. I’m thinking what the fuck, who just come into my house. The zipper goes up and I’m starting to get high. I’m ass up, cuffed in place with a hood over my head. I can hear some but can not see anything. I feel the ass zipper get pulled down and a finger touch my hole. I’m trying to ask who is in my house, but he doesn’t answer. Just sliding fingers in, little lube and I believe spit. I’m high, so high on the popper towel and damn horny. I feel the tip at my hole, he is pushing in. Got maybe the first inch and the girth is now there. He pushes again and some of that thickness finds its way in. Maybe 3 inches in and I’m feeling the pain. He said that he was not going to use lube. I glad he gave me a little and the spit. He holds there, I’m thinking he is letting me adjust to him, no. The hood zipped comes down and there is a nice thick cock there. Red Bull thick about 9 inches, I know this cock(gas worker twink) I have swallowed it many times before. I now understand where he got his information from. I open my mouth to say something and he slides it in. He does not stop till his balls hit my chin. I gag and spit up throat slime, he pulls out, stands and walks behind me. Freshman pulls out and the Twink is in me as deep as he can go. Three pumps and he is back out, with the freshman taking his place. He tells the Twink to hit the towel with poppers and rezip the hood up. As the twink is doing this, he starts to go in me again. It hurts, but the Twink got some of the spit a little deeper in me. Freshman is pushing, I’m zipped up and getting higher as he tells me about his plan. That the Twink and him have Jo and a little sucking before and wanted to tag someone. The Twink had told him that he would love watching a guy he knows take his cock. As they were talking about it and this guy that Twink said would bottom for both. They figured out I they had both fucked me before. After talking about it, things they have done to me and how I love a good dick and mult loading. They had the plan. As he is telling his is getting deeper into me

He unzips the hood and my eyes try to adjust to the light. The only thing I see is his cock hanging there, his balls hanging over the band of his jock. I’m just setting there not moving, just looking at that cock and those balls. He has a large metal ball stretcher on, it’s about 2-3 inches long. I’m it heaven, he has a few kinks also it seems. I’m just thinking about what will it feel like beating off my ass. I know that it will not be hitting of my chin, I have not ever been able to deepthroat him. He steps forward and says open. I happily do so. He grabs the top of the hood and pulls me forward. He is about half hard, so I know I will be getting him in me a little deeper till he gets totally hard. He rubs is finger around me lips and slides two fingers into my mouth. He is fucking my mouth with his fingers and is just humming. He pulls them out and just drops the tip of his dick on my lips. He say hold and don’t move, he uncaps the poppers and puts it under my nose. He closes the other nostril off and tells me to breathe in deep and hold it. We do this a few time and now I’m spinning. I have just the tip on my lips and I want to lick it and swallow as much as I can. He puts the poppers inside the hood, just by the zipper to hold them there and slowly push’s his cock in my mouth. His taste is amazing, I could get high off of just that. He grabs the hood and pulls me into him, his cock is now at the back of my throat and wanting to slide down it. He is pulling me and pushing his ass forward, trying get get as much of his dick in my throat before he is hard. I have about 6 inches in me, I feel him getting hard. He is still pushing, try to get as much as he can in. About 3/4 of an inch gets pushed in more and he holds me there. He has both hands on the back of the hood, I can move. He is getting harder and his girth is starting to hurt my jaw. He is just holding me in place, pushing a little just to see if any more will go in. He tells me, to relax and get use to it. That he does not plan to move, that he want to see if I can take more of him once he starting going soft again. That we will be doing this for some time and the more I relax, the quicker I wiill get my first meal. This going on for 20 plus mins, he hits me with poppers, lets himself go soft and push’s forward. He gets a little more in and stops again as he gets hard. He relaxes, hits me up again and push’s and pulls some more. I think I have about 7.5 inches in me and my jaw is kills me. My knees hurt and I fucking high as a kit. He finally decide that I should get my first meal, he pulls back a few inches and starts to fuck my mouth. My jaw is in pain, my eyes are teared up. I can’t see anything but his bush. The hoods zipped area keeps you from seeing anything off to the sides. You can only look str8 ahead. He is working his dick into me, hitting the back of my throat each time. Trying to punch it down my throat, but it will not go. While this is going on, he is telling me that with some more training and time, he will get my throat to submit to he cock. That one day, he will have it all in me and hard. That my throat will be as loose as my ass will be after he fucks me. He is now just pushing and pulling my head back and forth. There is a lot of throat slim running down my chin and his cock is just shinny in it. He drives in hard and holds it as hard as he can to the back of my throat. I feel him thicken a little and he groans out a dinner time fag, I’ve been hood this for the last few days. I feel the first shot hit my throat, then the next. He is cumming big time and there is no where for it to go but down my throat. He is groaning and just holding me in place as he unloads in my. He finally spots shooting and just holds me in place, then starts to push forward. Trying to see if he can more in me as he softens. He is back to push and pulling me, back to about 7 inches in me. He keeps telling me to open up more, that we will be getting any inch in or two if he has his way. 2 more inches would be all of it, I just can’t get my mouth to open that much more. He is working it into my throat, hitting me up with popper and tells me he has not decided if load 2 is going down my throat or up my pussy. That is the first time that I can remember him calling my as a pussy. It was hot hearing him say that, I didn’t like that talk but it was hot with him.

The First Time (Part 2) The older daddy glanced over at me and gave me a nod as I sat down, showing off his cock while stroking it. I am particularly fond of older men and he hit all the right marks - blue collar type, bald with a trimmed beard. He had a tank top on, with his jeans pulled down to his ankles, covering his work boots. I didn’t want to stare, so I glanced back to the main screen. My shyness slowly drained away as I started watching a kitted out leather top sliding his bare cock in and out of a bottom on his back with his legs up. I took a few quick hits of poppers before I slid my hand inside my pants, slowly stroking my cock inside my shorts. I noticed how relaxed everyone was, no one batting an eye at me, so I dared to get more comfortable and slid my shorts off around my sneakers, and placed them beside me on the couch. I pulled my jockstrap to the side, and started edging between popper hits, enjoying the atmosphere of the theater. The mid 30s guy seemed like he was controlling the movies, and went to change what was playing after the last porno ended with the bottom seeded. The younger guy left as well, and I started to wonder if I should head out soon, thinking no more action was coming. It was getting late, and I did have work on the morning. Before I got up to leave, the daddy to my left leaned over and introduced himself. “Hey, I’m Jim - nice to meet ya. Are you new here?” “Hey, I’m Josh, nice to meet you too. I have been here before, mostly just stick to the booths. But this is my first time in the theater. Kind of hot jerking off together.” “It is! You’re pretty cute too, enjoyed watching you take your hits. Hey, you’re cool, right?” he replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a pipe and a torch. The second Daddy next to him did the same. “Oh go for it, I don’t care what you do.” I was a little taken back; I’ve never seen anyone smoke before, let alone in such a public place. I was transfixed though on watching him light it, let the white smoke form before he inhaled and let out a white cloud. The theater was small enough that after they both took a few hits, the room got a little hazey. The mid 30s guy came back, and a new film started - a bareback orgy, with 2 bottoms and 6 tops taking turns. He didn’t say anything about the smoke, so I guess they were only worried about offending the other younger guy. I took a big inhale of poppers, and as I went to set my bottle down, Jim asked if he could take a hit as well. Not wanting to be rude, I handed him the bottle instead. He took 2 big inhales before handing the bottle back with him adding, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude - do you want some of mine?” He reached out holding the pipe towards me, and for some reason, I made a split second decision to accept. I guess I didn’t want to be rude, either. Holding the pipe, he grabbed the torch and passed it to my other hand, before I nervously chimed in, “So.. I’ve never done it before. How do I do it?” Both Jim and the other Daddy chuckled, before offering to help. “Hold the pipe to your lips, here I’ll light the torch for you. Let the clouds fill up and when I say, go for an inhale.” He rotated the torch around the bulb, and within a few seconds, gave me a command to inhale. I hesitated for a second, then exhaled before inhaling as much as I could. I held it for a few seconds, before releasing my first cloud over my body. Wow. I immediately felt the body high, and felt a rush of horniness hit me. I started stroking again automatically, passing the pipe back to him. “Wow, that is really good stuff. Thanks for sharing.” He replied no problem at all, and gave me a wink before turning his attention back to the screen. I glanced over at his tank top, admiring his chest hair and slight belly, then down to his thick cock and balls. The dual moans of the bottoms on screen caught my fixation, both were side by side on a bed getting fucked, while two other tops laid back, filling their mouths full, up and down with each thrust. I could barely look away from the screen, and felt like I lost track of time before the click of the torch went off again. Fuck. Glancing over to Jim, I suddenly felt more turned on watching him smoke than the action on the screen. He noticed me looking intently at him as he took an inhale, and motioned me to come closer with his finger. I didn’t know what he wanted exactly, but I just reacted to his order. As I leaned in, he softly planted his lips on mine, and exhaled the smoke directly into my lungs. As soon as I realized what was happening, I I inhaled as much as I could before he pulled away. I slowly let the clouds out before he clicked the torch again, holding the pipe up to me, inviting me to take another. My brain just shut off, as I started to think less and just react. Once I placed my lips on the pipe, he again torched it for me, and let me know when to inhale. This time, I was able to double my initial hit as clouds billowed out of my mouth and nostrils. I sat back and let out a soft moan as I took in the body high. “Good boy” is all he said as we leaned back and started jerking off in tandem to the video. He reached his hand over, exploring my leg before sliding his hand under my shirt, finding my nipples and settling on giving them some light twists and pinches, which just made me moan even more. I couldn’t help myself either, and reached out to his hairy muscled thigh, before reaching down to play with his big balls as he stroked. He motioned for me to lose the shirt, and again, without thinking, happily obliged. I was down to just my sneakers and a jockstrap, in the most public showing I’ve ever done, and I just didn’t care. I was horny, and following his orders was too pleasurable to pass up. The door to the theater opened, and Jim and his friend quickly hid his pipe, until he glanced and locked eyes with our new company, and gave him a smile and a nod. He seemed like they knew each other from the short exchange. He seemed a bit older than me, in his 30s, Spanish with a mustache. He found his way to the love seat, and almost immediately dropped his pants to show off his thick, 7” uncut cock. I felt myself staring again, but the Tina was making not care so much. We locked eyes, and he gave me a motion to come over, pointing to the floor as he stretched his foreskin up and down. Finally, I thought, I can get what I came here for.

Hearing the door creak open had me panicked for a moment. Looking back, I only had a glimpse of work boots from my vantage point. My heart was pumping fast, fueled by adrenaline—I hadn’t expected this, but decided not to move. I wouldn’t be able to move quickly anyway as my joints were stiff from being on my hands and knees on the sticky floor. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the stall door open up. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice deep and gruff, “love fucking a cum filled hole.” I heard his pants unzip while I opened my bottle of poppers, held the bottle to my nose, and inhaled for as long as I could. My head was fuzzy; he said something I didn’t hear. I felt a thick finger moving up and down my crack, no doubt gathering the cum that leaked out, and then slowly inserting it back into my used hole. I let out a moan, he let out a chuckle. I heard him spit, he removed his finger, and I felt a brief pressure on my hole before he slid in the entire way. He was maybe 5-6in long, decently girthy. Luckily I had cum lubing up my insides. I moaned as he bottomed out, his balls were big enough that I felt them against my ass, and I felt his belly resting on my lower back and ass. I moaned again, lost in the high from the poppers. He said something else, but I could only make out “…nice used hole for daddy dick. Love worthless fags like you, they never say no to my load.” I moaned deeper and longer, pushing my ass back as much as my stuff joints would allow. I didn’t like being called a worthless fag, but I was there being a cumdump taking anon loads, so he must be right. I took another hit of poppers as he started pounding. The rush of poppers overwhelmed me and I almost rested my face on the floor, were it not for my anonymous top’s hard thrusting, which pushed me forward and my face against the wall. He would pull out almost completely and slam his dick as far into me as possible. With each thrust, my dick would twitch sending precum into my jockstrap and forcing a moan out of my mouth. He would mutter under his breath while fucking me until his speed started increasing. “Fucking slut, I’m going to breed your hole,” he nearly shouted. Slamming into me, he put his entire considerable weight on my ass forcing my body on the ground. He growled and made small thrusts as he bred me, I could feel his dick pulsing within me, filling my ass with his seed. He let out a final moan, pulled out, and slapped my ass. I was in shock at being on the ground, having taken another anonymous load while my newly poz boyfriend is at home sick, and still reeling from the poppers, I barely noticed that my second anonymous top had left. I peeled myself off of the floor and gingerly readjusted my cock and balls after being crushed underneath the previous top. My chest and jock were sticky, clumps of dirt and other unknown substances adhering to me. A worthless fag indeed. Standing up in my stall, I put my shorts back on and checked my phone. The poz daddy had texted me back.

It took my anonymous top longer than I would have preferred, but I was thankful when the door opened and I saw a pair of sandals with socks walk through the door. I couldn’t tell much, but his legs seemed thin. Saw him walk directly to the first stall, open up the door, and heard him say in a low voice “That’s a good cumdump” before feeling his hands on my ass. He ran a finger along my crack, pausing at my hole. I heard him spit and felt a spindly finger slowly probing my hole before slipping in. I took a hit of poppers, trying to not get close to the ground. I heard shorts dropping to the ground as he removed his finger and him spit again, rubbing his dick before I felt pressure again on my hole. The tip wasn’t very big, and with the poppers, he slid right on in. He bottomed out quickly and let out a long moan. I couldn’t tell how big he was, but my guess would have been around 4-5in long and average girth. My thoughts were interrupted as he pulled out and slammed himself inside of me, hitting my prostate with his raw dick. I let out a surprised yelp followed by a moan. I heard a chuckle behind me and he fucked me with the speed of a jackrabbit. My dick was leaking precum into my jockstrap, my head was almost getting pushed into the wall opposite, and I lost myself moaning louder than I should have. After about two minutes, the anonymous top started whimpering “fuck…fuck…take my load faggot.” I felt his slender fingers grab underneath my hips and pull me back as he thrust as deep as he could in me. I swear I felt his dick pulsing as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. “Stay right there until I leave, slut” he said to me. I felt him pull out quickly and heard the familiar click of a phone taking a photo. I heard a shuffling of clothes and saw the socks in sandals walk out the door. I barely had a moment to gather my thoughts when the door opened again.

I'm into anonymous sex scenes and the same is true with porn, but I liked this nice but hot interaction between the two guys. It was uploaded sometime in September 2024. I liked the bottom guy, always smiling. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/78309/fucking-amp-cum-inside-sexy-bottom/

Peninsula sauna on a Sunday is a lot of fun. Plenty of guys, particularly older, looking for raw fun 😈💦

Fuck yes i love to do that. So fucking hotttt

Maybe you should take your own advice.

Anyone else into it? The dream would be to be in a sling and have guy after guy fuck me and dump load after load into my greedy hole. Have so much cum inside me that my belly is swollen to bursting, so full of it that with each new load I visibly swell a little

John’s Interlude John is kind of avoiding his friends. He doesn’t want to face them right now. Somehow after John has cum while fingering cum into his ass in the showers; shame has overcome him. John’s plea to his friend is playing over and over in his head, “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” FUUUUCKKKKK! John can’t play that off as sexual fuck haze. He outed himself as a bottom to two of his friends. He also outed himself as a bareback bottom. FUUUCCCCKKKKK! As John wanders the park, he hears the music start for the party. Dressed only in his very small shorts and sneakers that he wore to the showers, John decides to go to the party instead of back to his camp site. He arrives and is popular. Most guys would think he is a top, but he is showing way too much skin and the shorts hug his ass too well to be a true top. In this era of tops looking like some muscled porn star in a tank top or wearing loose cargo shorts; John is showing off his body and his ass like a guy who wants to be fucked. John is chatting with some guys who have a makeshift bar set up. They are doing shots together and John is moving a bit to the music and talking to the guys. One of the guys decides to take a chance and he steps behind John to dance. John likes the familiar sensation of a man dancing behind him. Often in the clubs, this is how he meets the guys who will be fucking him a few hours later. John lets the man feel his body The man's hand feels his ass. John pushes his ass back on the man’s cock. Twenty minutes later, John’s shorts are on the ground behind a trailer and the man’s cock is planted firmly in John’s ass. John said he didn’t have a condom, but neither did the other guy. John used one of his favorite sayings that he’s said to many other guys about to fuck him, “Not like I can get pregnant.” The top, knowing condoms were available from any of his friends or even if he took this guy back to his trailer, smiled at his good fortune and slid his cock in bare. Five minutes after the cock entered John’s ass, the man blew his load in John. John moaned. Two more men fucked John behind that trailer, 40 feet from the DJ both. They both came inside him. John went out to dance for a bit. He saw his friends, but instead walked toward another group of guys in their 30s. He danced with them for a about an hour, cum leaking out of his ass. One of the guys dancing with the group steps behind John and another in front. They are grinding. John can feel their hands groping him. Their hands are searching him insistently – groping, demanding. John feels hands down his shorts. He lets the men feel his cock and his ass. He lets the man behind him slide a finger into his wet hole. One of the men leans in and asks, “Did you get fucked recently?” John smiles and nods. The man continues, “Boyfriend?” John says, “I’m single.” The guy says, “Come for a walk with us.” John says, “Guys I didn’t bring condoms with me.” They two friends look at each other questioningly and then watch the masculine man in short shorts walking toward the woods. The friends decide to go for it and follow the bottom in the wooded area. They are leaving the dance area as the DJ is cutting off the music. They enter the wooded area. John thinks to lead them to the shower room. He almost gets there but one of the guys asks if he sucks dick. John drops to his knees, the men get their cocks out and the John starts alternating sucking both cocks. A few minutes later John says, “Want to fuck me?” One guy looks down at John and says, “I thought you didn’t have condoms.” John says, “I don’t.” The one guy looks at his friend again with a questioning look. John stands and pushes his shorts off. He turns to show the men his muscled ass and leans against a tree. “Fuck it” says the one guy and he rubs his cock on John’s ass. John moans as yet another man slides in him raw. He fucks John for a few minutes and says, “Want my load?” John says “Cum in me.” The first top pulls out and the second top pushes his raw cock into John. In less than six minutes, the second top is blowing his cum into John’s willing hole. John moans as the man fills his ass with a load.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This one has been sitting around for a few years. I finished it up after figuring out how to get out of the hole I wrote myself into. It's a little different since it gives the perspectives from the two main characters - Danny and Stu. As usual for my stories, the first part is setup with no sex. ------ Part 1 Danny: Summer had arrived I was stoked to have two months more to relax before I headed off to the state university to finish my degree. I had graduated from the local junior college and was looking forward to finally moving away from my parents and starting a life on my own. One day I was heading out for my daily run when I spotted our new neighbor outside. Well, he was a few doors down, not next door, but still a neighbor. Mrs. Graydon had passed away last winter and her grandson had inherited the house and was cleaning things out and updating it. He seemed to be a cool guy in his early 30’s. He was single but seemed to have a lot of friends that would stop by and visit. I suppose he missed living in the city and our little suburb was quite a change, but it was a free house. I went out on my afternoon run and he was piling some stuff at the curb for the garbage man. He just had some shorts and tennis shoes on and was sweating like he had just run a marathon. I had only made it 3 houses down from my parent’s house when I stopped to let him walk by. It didn't look like he was paying attention to anything around him. He definitely looked different than most of our neighbors. He was about my height (5ft 10) but had a bigger frame. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. He had some muscle but there wasn’t a six-pack under his hairy somewhat flat stomach and chest. The thing that really stood out was that he had a lot of ink. Tattoos. His left arm was covered as was half of his right. There was a large one on his back and another big one on his left leg that looked like a serpent. His smile, though, cut right through the tough guy image of the tattoos. “Hi! I’m Stu. I just moved into my grandmother’s old house” he said. I was speechless at first since I was getting into my “running zone” and wasn’t ready for a conversation with a stranger. After a few seconds, I replied “Hi, I’m Danny. I live three houses down… until I head down to State for fall semester.” “Cool. That’s where I went. I’m sure you’ll have fun down there. It’s a great campus. You taking the summer off then?” Stu asked. He seemed really friendly and nothing like the comments I had heard from some of the neighbors that found him not clean-cut enough for the neighborhood. I replied “Kinda. No summer classes but I have a part time job.” Stu had set the boxes down and was looking back at me. His eyes seemed to wander all over my body. I had my usual running outfit on of a tank top, shorts and running shoes, all freshly washed by my mom. “Yeah, you’ll want to build up your piggy bank for next year. You’d be surprised how expensive some of the shit can be” Stu said. I could see he seemed to be thinking about something and was on the edge of saying something else but he shook his head and said “I gotta get some more of this crap sorted. There’s over 50 years of stuff she collected in there. See you around.” I took off on my run and I kept coming back to thinking about Stu. When I run I try and clear my head - it’s my relaxation time. There was just something about him that intrigued me. He was kind of sexy wearing just shorts and being all sweaty. Confident, too. Maybe that was the problem - I had never really figured out my own sexuality. I had come to the decision that I was bisexual a few years ago. I had dated girls and had sex with several of them, but I still liked checking guys out too. I was too nervous to actually do anything with a guy, especially around my home town since everyone gossips. It was one of the reasons I was looking forward to being a few hours away at the big state university so I could experiment a little. — Stu: The year started off strangely. My mom’s mother and I had always been close but she suddenly died on the coldest day of the year. When she hadn’t answered the phone two days in a row, I went over to check on her. I found her laying in bed sleeping but this was an eternal sleep that she would never awaken from. My mom had died almost ten years earlier from cancer and my dad disappeared with his new wife a year after that. He didn’t want anything to do with me, his gay son. He barely talked to my sister, either. My grandmother left everything to me which caused a rift between me and my sister. After dealing with probate, I sold my condo in the city and moved out to her house in the burbs. I had a lot of ideas of what I could do with the place and knew the huge basement would make a great playroom. I had been there about a month and was starting to feel pretty isolated. I would pull up the apps and it looked like I was in a desert. Many times the nearest guy was miles away. My friends didn’t really want to come visit but they did as long as I came into the city sometimes too, so we started to alternate weekends. When I went into the city it almost always meant going to the bath house. The baths had been a staple for me since I moved to the city after I graduated. It was a place where I could satisfy all my sexual needs without having to deal with a full time partner. I like the variety of fucking or getting fucked by different guys every time and there isn’t the bullshit that you have on dates or hookups. You might get the occasional guy who asks for a condom but that’s it. No questions about status or when did you last get tested. None of the questions about hobbies or previous relationships either. You meet, you fuck, you leave. I did get a few hits on the apps now and then. Mostly it was married guys looking to get fucked or wanted a decent blowjob and a couple that wanted to fuck. It was funny, almost all of them listed “safe only” in their profiles but when they would show up nothing was said. Many of them ended up going home to their wives with a big load of my cum inside them. I never heard from most of them after the first fuck. They usually were so embarrassed when they came down from the post-fuck high that they couldn’t get their clothes on fast enough and get out the door. I did meet a few that became fuck buddies so between them and the trips to the baths my balls always had a fresh load of sperm. One day I was taking a load of stuff from my grandmother’s house out for the garbage pickup and this young guy came jogging down the sidewalk. I almost ran into him since I really wasn’t paying attention. He was cute, on the thin side but was in nice shape. He was about my height with dark brown hair. He stopped and I introduced myself. Danny, his name was. He seemed friendly and had that twenty year old innocence about him. My gaydar was really pinging on him but he didn’t seem to be flirting back. I almost offered to hire him to help clean the junk out of the house right then and there. It would be a good way to see him closer and maybe get him down to the basement to try out some of the stuff I had put in down there. I decided to take it slow and not scare him off since he seemed to be the only person in the neighborhood who wasn’t intimidated by me. Most of the residents thought I was too young to own a house there and the fact that I had several tattoos and piercings put them off too. I heard several comments thinking I was a "hooligan" or "thug." — Danny: The next day I went for my run and looked over at Mrs. Graydon’s… er Stu’s house as I went by, hoping to see him outside. That's when I spotted the car and the "For Sale" sign in the windshield. He wasn’t around but as I came back from my run, he was out in the driveway meeting a guy. The guy was a little taller than Stu and looked a little like Mr. Johnson that owns the flower shop downtown. They were hugging each other but it was more of a bear hug than a bro-hug. Stu waved as he saw me and they went into his house and I headed off to ours to take a shower. My mind kept thinking of Stu as I showered and my dick started getting hard. I realized that I found him really sexy. He was older than me, but not as old as my dad. Probably experienced. Shit, I didn’t even know if he liked guys. The next day I asked about the car and he told me everything he knew about it. It had a pile of receipts detailing every visit it had to the dealer or Mr. Bryant's shop for maintenance. The car ran like new and he even let me test drive it. The car wasn’t much, but it was better than driving around in my mom’s minivan. It might have been 20 years old, but it only had 18,000 miles on it from going to the grocery store and church and it was a Toyota so it probably would last a while. I told my dad about it and the next day my dad was over striking a deal with Stu and the car was mine. For the next few days I would go out on my run and I would catch glimpses of him either out in the yard or going inside his house. Almost every time he just had some shorts and shoes on, but no shirt. On Friday I was coming back from my run. The day was really warm and I had my tank top in my hand as I came down the street. Stu was coming out of his house with a kitchen chair and was walking to the street. I stopped as I got to his house and said “Hi!” as he set the chair down. He said “Hi” back and then asked “Can I borrow you for a few minutes to help me take the rest of the chairs and table out here? I’m sure someone will be interested in a free kitchen table set.” “Sure!" I replied as I followed him back into his house. “Unless you need it for your place at school…” Stu said. “Nah, I’m going to be living in the dorms for the first year anyway” I replied. It took us a couple of trips to get the six chairs and the table out to the street. I was just about to head home when he asked “Do you want something to drink? It’s the least I can offer.” “Yeah, that would be good. I’m thirsty after my run” I said. He motioned for me to take a seat on one of the chairs out on the back deck. I noticed that there was a hot tub next to the deck and that the back yard was now fenced in with a tall eight foot fence. Stu came back with a few drinks in his hand. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want to make another trip so I got a bottle of water, a gatorade and an iced tea. The beer’s for me” he said and chuckled. “Water’s good” I replied with a smile. “You’ve done some work back here. Last time I saw it there were weeds everywhere” I said to Stu. “Yeah, I hired some landscapers to clean everything out and put the fence up. I like it a little more private back here but Mr. Simpson said I ruined his view. It turned out even better than I hoped, though” Stu told me. “Nice hot tub. I bet that feels good after you’ve been working all day moving boxes and furniture” I said. I wasn’t sure why I said that, it was more to fill the silence. But I looked over at Stu when he didn’t reply right away and saw him staring at me. Finally he broke the stare and said “Yeah it does. Uh… you want to try it out?” I was surprised at his offer. I had only been in one a few times when my family had been on vacation at some hotel. I could tell I was blushing and I stammered out a reply “Uh… I’d like to but I don’t have a swimsuit. I could run home and get it if you’re serious.” A big smile came over his face and he replied “No need. It’s just the two of us and I prefer to be naked in there. As long as you’re ok with it…” Stu stood up and walked over to the steps and looked back at me. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and pulled the cover back and then turned on the motor. I was kind of embarrassed and actually felt my cock twitch. I didn’t want to give him a bad impression so I took a gulp of water and headed over to the hot tub. — Stu: I watched each day go by and figured out Danny was a creature of habit. He would go jogging past my house at the start of his run and then come back about the same time every time. I laid out my plan to see if my gaydar was right about this guy. He was cute and innocent and I thought he might be a good time. I've always enjoyed getting my dick into a new ass. Finally on a Friday, I was looking out as he came back from his run and took one of my grandmother’s old kitchen chairs out to the street just as he was running by. I asked him for some help to get the rest of the chairs and the table out for the junk collectors. Just like I hoped, he agreed. Afterwards I offered him something to drink. Things moved faster than I expected when he commented about the hot tub. It was too easy. I suggested we jump in, but he wanted to get his swimsuit first. I told him I preferred to be naked in the hot tub. He didn’t put up a fight and the next thing I knew he was standing next to me by the hot tub. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my sneakers before I climbed the two steps and swung my legs over the edge into the warm water. I didn’t even really make a scene of it, but he seemed to be a little shocked at how nonchalant I was about hopping in naked in front of a stranger. Years of going to the baths does that to a guy. I’m much more comfortable naked than with clothes on. I slid down into the bubbling water and motioned for him to join me. From the angle I was at, I couldn’t see him drop his shorts, which was a shame. I did watch closely as he walked up the two stairs to get in. I looked carefully as he revealed his cock and ass and then knelt down and then got into the water. He had a nice treasure trail from his navel to his bush. It was a nice looking soft cock, about 5 inches long, a little thick and cut. It would be a nice mouthful, but I would probably have to wait for another day for that. “Slow” I kept reminding myself. We sat there in the warm water and chatted a bit. I would mix general stuff with questions about his social life, trying to find out if he was seeing someone and whether it was a guy or a girl. In the end, he wasn’t seeing anyone and since he was leaving for school soon. That made some sense, but didn't help me find out if he was gay. He had a bunch of friends and they would play video games or goof around. All pretty boring stuff. He did mention having a couple ex-girlfriends, but that didn’t mean much. Lots of gay guys do that before they come out. I did catch him looking me over and I gave him plenty of chances to see all of my body. When I got a little too hot, I would sit up on the edge of the tub, with just my lower legs and feet in the water. Danny seemed a little shy and stayed under water the whole time. — Danny: I was a little nervous about getting into the hot tub naked with another guy. I really didn’t know him that well, but I also wanted to show him I wasn’t scared to do it. I went down the stairs to get into the tub. There were some hooks on the fence next to the tub, so I could hang my shorts there and then it was a short distance to get into the tub. He was so at ease dropping his shorts and getting into the tub naked in front of me. My eyes were glued to his every move and I looked him over. The hair on his chest and stomach also covered his butt and legs. He wasn’t one of those hairy beasts you see sometimes, but he wasn’t smooth either. I just had a little patch of hair between my pecs and it just looked stupid as far as I was concerned, so I had shaved my chest since it first grew out. I left the trail between my belly button and my cock since I liked how that looked and kept my pubes trimmed so it didn’t look like a jungle down there. I climbed into the tub, trying to be careful not to slip and fall in. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the tub across from Stu. I could look at him and not be obvious. He really did look sexy. I had never known or seen anyone that had that much ink covering his body. I tried to make out all of the images that were there but still keep our conversation going. He was friendly and asked lots of stuff trying to get to know me. I realized that I hadn’t asked anything about him and then I saw the reflection. “Holy shit. You have your nipples pierced?” I blurted out. I hadn’t noticed the little bars in each nipple before. Suddenly, I was really embarrassed how I said that. Stu just laughed though and said “You just noticed? I think every time we have met my shirt has been off.” “Uh, I guess that tattoos distracted me” I replied. I immediately felt like an idiot for saying that too. Now it sounded like I was checking him out. Which I was, I just didn’t want to admit it. Stu had a big smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it. I realize that the ink and piercings aren’t a common sight around here. Look all you want. Ask questions if you want. If I didn’t expect some comments, I wouldn’t have gotten them” he said. He was sitting up on the edge of the tub and I looked over all of the tattoos and the rest of his body seeing if I had missed anything else. I was trying to avoid looking at his crotch, but another reflection drew me to his cock. It was hanging and soft but it was still bigger than mine. And there was a ring in the end of it. This time I fought back the urge to blurt out something just as stupid as I had before. After a few seconds I just said “Another piercing?” He nodded and then lifted up his cock so I could see it better. My eyes were glued on it and I just said “Fuck.” “Yep, that’s what it’s for. Feels really good when I fuck and I’m told it feels really good for them too” Stu said. He let go of his cock and slid back into the water. After a few minutes of silence I asked “Why?” “Well, some of the tattoos have meanings, others are just art. The piercings are mostly about pleasure. Except for the ears. Those I did when I was younger and are more for looks. Though when someone sucks on the bottom ear piercing it does feel good” he said and laughed again. He seemed so comfortable talking about this stuff and I was trying hard to keep my cock from being completely stiff and saying one word sentences. We talked a little more and I realized the sun was going down and I had to get home. “I need to get home before my parents worry. This was fun” I said. “My pleasure… Oh shit… I forgot… The towels are in the house. Grab your shoes and shorts and follow me in. We can dry off inside” Stu said. I tried willing my cock to go soft but it wasn’t really listening. I stood up and while my cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, it was definitely not soft. I blushed and hoped Stu wouldn’t notice as I turned and got out of the tub and went down the stairs, picking my shoes off the ground and grabbing my shorts from the hook. As much as I tried to hide it, Stu had noticed. “The hot bubbling water usually does that. Don’t worry” he said. I think he winked at me too, but I was too embarrassed to look at him. I followed him into the house and he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two towels, tossing one to me. I dried off making sure the towel covered my cock. Once dry, I pulled my jock and shorts on and then my tank top. “Thanks for the dip in the hot tub. It was fun” I said turning to the door. “No problem. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for helping me move the stuff. I might want some more help another time. There’s a lot of stuff here and lots of my stuff is still sitting in the basement. See you later” Stu said. — Stu: Damn, Danny’s cute. It took everything I had not to slither over to the other side of the hot tub and ravage him. He definitely stayed coy about whether he was into guys, but I really think he is just waiting for the right opportunity. Hopefully I can give him that, and a lot more. When we got out of the hot tub, he bent over to get his shoes and I almost ran over and buried my face in his ass. His legs had a little hair on them and there was a little more between his ass cheeks, but that hole had my mouth watering. It looked so perfect and tight and I knew it would feel good with my tongue or cock deep inside it. I caught him the next day when he was coming back from his run and asked him if he was up for making a few bucks helping me clean out the rooms in the house. I told him it would be just a couple hours each day he wanted to work. Since I work at home, my schedule is usually flexible. I told him he could just stop by any time after 2PM on weekdays and he could work for a couple hours and then go for his run. He said it sounded good since he could set what days he would work. I just asked he give me an hour or more notice so I could adapt my work schedule. I didn’t mention that I also might have to get rid of a hookup, hehe. He started stopping over a few days later. He really did help out a lot. He was good at sorting junk from valuables and useless old mail from bills that might need attention. The first day he stumbled across my grandmother’s toy box with a vibrator and a couple dildos. He was so embarrassed. I already had my own collection downstairs so I just told him to “pitch them.” I think he might have taken one home with him or came back and got the whole box later. It was hard to tell with all the garbage cans we were filling.

Also: it's not that the three letters were "only a part of the groups moniker" - it was simply BLM. But even so: the statement that "Black Lives Matter" says nothing about white lives. It doesn't say white lives don't matter. It doesn't say black lives are more important that white lives. It's saying they DO matter - implying rather heavily, I would say, that under current treatment, they do not. Insofar as an analogy: the lemon industry might promote its products by saying "Lemons matter." That doesn't say lemons are more important than apples, or grapes, or cherries; it doesn't say that only lemons matter and pomegranates do not. But some pissy fragile snowflake MAGAts decided that's what they WANTED "BLM" to mean so they could strike a "blow for equality" by denouncing the favoritism that didn't actually exist, all to assert the white privilege that actually DOES exist.

I hear them talking but I’m too high to understand. He is about halfway in me now. He is not pushing and pulling, just a push no pulling back. I feel some wetness at my hole, so I know he or the Twink is spitting on his dick. The spit is not helping much. The zip is pulled down and I have a cock on my lips again. He starts sliding in, in no time he is balls deep in my throat again. He just holds it there, letting me gag on it. He pulls out and zips me up. Freshman pulls out and the Twink takes over. He goes tip to balls in one go, it hurts but I have taken him before. He has stamina after his first load, I have taken 4 loads in one afternoon from him about 4 hour time frame. He didn’t pull out or go soft, just wait 30 sec and start moving again. He bottoms out then pulls all the way out slow and powers all the way back in. He does this 4 maybe 5 time and pulls all the way out. Freshman slides in, one push and he is back to 5 inch inside and going for 6 or more. He is not fucking me, he is trying to split me in half. He just keeps pushing forward, there is not pull back. He gets an inch or so more into me and the zipper is coming back down. Down my throat it goes and he starts to fuck my throat this time, he is telling freshman what I good job he did breaking in my throat. This is the easiest he has ever gotten this deep in my throat. That he is going to have to start using it 3 or 4 times a week. That’s almost as good as my ass, but that option will be out the window for a few weeks after they get done with it. Freshman tells him its a pussy now but soon to be a cunt. This goes on for 5-10 mins, them talking about my holes. How my throat is just about right but my ass still got some work to do. Something about them having to DP after today. That I will be to loose to just fuck it. Twink has been working my throat good, it’s sore and I will have trouble talking after this. He says he is close to busting his first, where should he deposit it, feed the fag or the pussy. Freshman is still just pushing forward at this point. Freshman says on his dick, use it as lube for the last two inches. Tells him to popper me up again and put his underwear in my mouth before he zips it up.. that I’m going to take the last two inches in one move. He puts the underwear in my mouth and pours the poppers onto it. He smiles at he as he is pulling up the zipper. He leans down and tells me, how happy he is to watch freshman fuck me with his cum in a min. Because that cock wasn’t going in him. I’m high and in total darkness again. I hear Twink say he is cumming, I think, then I feel the wetness on my ass. Freshman pulls out a little, to get some of the cum on his cock I think. There’s maybe a 30 sec hood and he slams into me. I’m screaming into the underwear and hood, sucking in the popper smell. God it hurts, I’m feeling metal on my ball from the ball stretcher he is wearing. He is in me, all of him I think. Nope, He grabs my hips, pushes forward to get that last bit in. He holds for 30 seconds, pulls back just as slow going in. I feel the girth pulling my insides out I think. He gets to just the tip being in, it’s a lot smaller the his cock. When I feel the head back at my hole i just wait. I know he is going to power fuck me. Long dick me till I past out or he breaks me. He grabs me by the shoulders drives deep into me. I feel the metal again, the pain from the force and girth. He slides out slow and get to the tip, he is back in with one push. He has me so open, as he doing this 12 more times, slow then all of him. On number 12 he holds it deep in me. The zipper is pulled down and the underwear is pulled out of my mouth. He tell me he is going to fuck me quick and cum fast. That when he loads me up, it will be the twinks turn. That I’m not going to go long with a cock in me. Underwear is back in and the zipper goes up. Then the fucking begins, four or five inches out and in. He is trying to drive it as deep as he can. I can’t move at all, I’m just a hole for him. His hips are hitting me hard, it’s just a power fuck. This going on for 5 maybe 10 mins, he grabs my head and pulls it up some. Puts his mouth beside my ear, says I want u to hear this. His hips are just slamming into my and he says. You ready to earn my cum, to soak it up and know ur place. You ready to receive what I’m going to give you now and a few time more today. Shake your head if you want this. I shake it and my face is back in the ottoman as he powered into me one last time. I can feel him get a little thicker and he is yelling take my load, I’m cumming in you., take my cum. He pulls out and the Twink slides in, this maybe the easiest he has done this to me. Zero to all of him in under a sec. He is in and out a few times and just holds it. The zipped is pulled down a little, the underwear is left in. Twink tells he I’m loose, so fucking loose. That he must of dropped a massive load in me, that each pull out more cum is coming out. Twink doing a few more thrusts and pulls out. He says those so much cum, but not to worry. He will get it back into me. Freshman tells him to take his time. His dick is hanging in front of me. He pulls the underwear out and slides in. Tells Twink that he is going to keep his dick in the warmer till it’s his turn again. He says, IT needs some more training

Gus started following Tony and Scott around. He got a camera to take pictures and a video recorder. Gus took Roger to a doctor’s appointment. Told Roger he would pick him up within an hour. Gus took that hour and used it to his advantage. He set up the camera above the mirror in the bedroom that Roger and Tony shared. It was small enough that nobody would notice it. Gus was determined to fuck that lying little fucker. The idea of fucking Tony who couldn’t stand him touching him made his dick hard. And if Tony doesn't sleep with him. Then he would expose Tony and Scott. And they would be kicked out and homeless. But blackmailing Tony was a turn on for him. And if Tony tried anything he would make public Tony and Scott having sex. Roger would be going out of town to visit friends. Gus would sneak in hide in the closet and take pictures of Tony and Scott. Then he would use it against him. Gus waited in the closet until Scott and Tony came in. The closet door was open just a crack enough that Gus could see them but not get caught. Scott and Tony kissing passionately. Taking each other’s clothes. Gus got hard watching the two young men fucking. Both hot. But for Gus, Tony was the guy he wanted. Tony had a great flat ass. And Gus couldn’t wait to breed it. to be continued

Part 10: Brotherly Love (aka the much discussed chapter) “Does anyone know?” I asked. “No,” Jay said. “Does anyone know that you’re… well, you know?” I shook my head. “So,” he said. “I guess you’re not the last virgin in the house after all. Right?” I shook my head. “You slept with another man?” I nodded. “What was it like?” he asked. I looked at him, noticing in his eyes a longing. He really wanted to know. “It’s incredible,” I said. “Better than I could have imagined.” “So, not into women anymore?” “I… uh… I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe. I got thrown into everything so fast, I never really stopped to think about it.” “Well, I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks,” I said. “Though, it would involve you telling them how you found out which doesn’t make you look too good either.” Jay nodded. “I’m sorry that I tricked you into sucking my dick.” His words hung in the air, neither of us able to wrap our minds around the truth. We were no longer just brothers. I didn’t know what we were now. “ Can I tell you,” Jay started, “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life, but nothing like that. I had trouble breathing after.” “Really?” For some reason, I felt proud. Jaw slept around a lot, so hearing that I was seemingly the best did make me feel good. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like,” Jay said, “but I’ve never tried.” He moved closer to me, the heat of his body pulsing against me. “Could you… would you try…” He looked up into my eyes, leaning forward and kissing me. For split second, I wanted to recoil, the idea of my brother’s lips on mind turning my stomach, but as the moment passed, I found myself draw into the kiss. “Fuck,” Jay said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. He looked down at his dick and laughed. “You’ve got me dripping, brother.” “Me too,” I said. He leaned in again, but I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t,” I said. “Is it because I’m…” “No,” I said. “Well, partly. I’m not sure. It should be.” Jay smiled. “I know. It should be disgusting, but, I’ve got to tell you, it feels hot.” “Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me.” “I know that you’re gay,” he said. “What else is there?” I backed away and pulled off my shirt, revealing my chest and the tattoo on it. Jay’s eyes grew wide at the sight. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “I’m poz,” I told him. “How long?” “A few weeks,” I said. “Almost two months.” “Who?” “The guy I told you about at dinner. The guy that started coming to church.” “Is he?” “He’s not religious. It’s a long story. He fucked me a few times and I converted. I got this tattoo from him. He’s a tattoo artist.” “Are you dating?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Sort of.” “Does your church know?” “Fuck, no,” I said. “No one knows. Well, not no one. You know now.” “So, you don’t want to fuck me because you don’t want to poz me?” I nodded. Jay turned and went to his duffle bag, opening a zipper and pulling out a small square packet. Even though I had never seen one in person, I knew it was a condom. “Problem solved.” “Jay, no. It isn’t right.” “You’ve already sucked me off,” he said. “And with a condom, we’ll be careful. Please. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get fucked. If it’s with you, at least I know it’s with someone who will be careful. Please.” I stared at the condom and then at Jay. How had we come to this point? How had I journeyed from a straight virgin pastor to a poz gay man contemplating sleeping with his brother? How far had I fallen? How much of a pig was I? There was only one way to tell. I took the condom and looked Jay in the eye. “If you make a noise, you’ll wake the whole house. You’ll have to be quiet.” “Okay,” he said. “Do you have lube?” “Some,” he said, returning to his bag. He handed me a packet the same size as the condom. “Get on the bed,” I told him. “On your back. Leg’s up toward your chest.” To say that Jay was eager would have been an understatement. He scrambled onto the bed and pulled his knees to his chest, revealing a hair hole. I opened the condom, turning it over. “Don’t you know how to put one on?” Jay asked. I pointed at my tattoo. “Clearly not.” “Here,” he said, taking the condom. He reached out and placed it on the head of my dick, a bit of precum dripping into the tip. “Ooops, wrong way around,” Jay flipped the condom and started to roll it on. It felt weird knowing my brother was touching my dick. Then again, I was about to shove it into his ass. “Alright,” Jay said, returning to his back, legs pulled up to his chest. “Fill me up.” I opened the packet of lube and squirted some on my dick, leaving some which I squirted into my hand. I climbed onto the bed and ran my hand along Jay’s asshole. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’ve got to open you up first,” I told him, slipping one of my fingers inside. His body pulled away for a moment, but I brought him back, slipping another finger inside. “You’re tight,” I told him. “Fucking tight,” he said. “Three fingers now,” I said, moving in and out of my brother’s hole, my fingers opening him up. “Now four.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, his hands shaking, almost loosing grip of his legs. “How do you do this?” “Practice,” I told him, moving my fingers faster. Once he was open, I removed my fingers and lined my dick up to his hole. I looked him in the eye as my dick head pressed into his hole. “Are you ready?” He nodded. I pushed forward, my dick sliding inside. Jay’s head flew back, his mouth open, ready to scream. I lunged forward, my hand covering his mouth. At the same time, my dick forced itself inside, causing his back to arch off the bed. “You’ve got to be quiet,” I whispered, holding my hand over his mouth until I knew he wasn’t going to scream. “Fuck,” Jay moaned, a tear in his eye. “You’re fucking huge.” “I told you I was.” I started pumping inside him, starting slow before speeding up. “How’s that feel?” “Incredible,” he said. A large smile filled his face. “Does it always feel like this?” “Don’t know,” I told him. “Dominic is the only one who has fucked me.” “How many times?” “I didn’t keep track.” “More than twenty?” “Way more than twenty.” “My brother, a little slut.” My pace was picking up. Our bodies were sweating as the temperature of the room reached dangerous levels. I watched as his body moved beneath me. His eyes were closed, his face contorting every time my dick disappeared fully into his hole. His dick was fully hard, precum dripping over his abs. His balls were pulled tight into his body. For a moment, I forgot that he was my brother. Instead, I saw a beautiful man giving himself over to me. “I’ve never felt like this,” he groaned. “What is that?” “Your prostate,” I told him. “I think I’m gunna cum,” he said. “I’m not even jerking off.” “Sometimes it feels better that way.” I could feel myself growing close. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned, eyes open, watching as cum shot out over his chest. “Holy shit.” “Taste it,” I told him, my breath growing short. “Really?” he asked. “I did,” I reminded him. He scooped some in his hand and reluctantly dropped it on his tongue. I could tell he didn’t like the taste. I scooped some up and tasted it again, my eyes meeting his. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my heart pounding. “Do it,” he said. I felt my stomach contort as my balls shot up into my body, muscles quaking as my cum shot into the condom. It fell odd feeling the cum pooling around my dick, especially as I tended to cum so much. I was afraid it would ooze out. I pulled out and removed the condom, almost half of it filled with cum. “So not only is your dick bigger,” Jay said, “but you cum bucket loads.” “Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. “What a waste for a pastor.” “A poz pastor,” I added. “Who just fucked his own brother.” “Imagine if Mom and Dad knew,” he said. “They can’t know.” “Obviously,” he said. I brought the condom up to my mouth and poured the contents back, swallowing my cum down. “I liked the fucking,” Jay said, “but I don’t understand what you like about tasting cum.” “Tastes good to me.” I crawled off the bed and stood back, admiring Jay. All I could think about was how Dominic would love to see us there, the smell of our sweaty bodies permeating the air. I grabbed my phone and brought it back to the bed. “What are you doing?” Jay asked. “Thought I’d send a picture to Dominic,” I said. “Is that alright?” “Fine by me,” he said. I took a picture of Jay and sent it, waiting for a response. “So, is your boyfriend big too?” he asked. “Ten inches,” I told him. “Not fucking fair,” he said. My phone buzzed. “Are you fucking serious?” Dominic shouted on the other end. “You fucked your brother?” “Sure did,” I said. “He let you poz him? Does he know?” “I wore a condom.” “Sorry to hear that.” “Listen, I’m not pozzing my brother.” “No, but you still fucked him.” “Yes, I did.” “You’re more twisted than I imagined,” Dominic said. “Any chance of bringing him home?” “I doubt it.” “Too bad.” “I’ve got to go.” “Have fun.” “Sounds like he liked what he saw,” Jay said. “More than you know?” I told him. “Want to go another round?” Jay asked. “I’ve got more condoms.” I smiled. We continued fucking. I kept wearing condoms, fearing that I would give my brother HIV. I understood now why Dominic refused to wear a condom. It felt unnatural. I missed feeling skin on skin, even if it was with my brother. On the third night, as I was fucking Jay, a knock on the door startled us. “Shit,” Jay whispered, pushing me off of him. I scrambled to collect myself, pulling covers over me and my tattoo. I looked down and saw the blanket tenting. I squashed my dick down, wincing at the pain. “Are you alright in there?” our mom called. “The door’s locked. We don’t allow locked doors in this house. You know that.” “I’m naked, Mom,” Jay shouted back, wiping lube from his ass. “Unless you want to barge in and see my dick.” “Language, Jay.” “What do you want, Mom?” “I was just seeing if you wanted some cookies.” “Mom, we’re grown men. We don’t want cookies.” “Sorry for asking,” she said, storming off. Jay and I exchanged glances, laughing at the near miss. “Still hard?” he asked. I pulled back the cover, revealing a slowly rising dick. “On my way up.” We quickly ran out of condoms, but Jay went out and bought more. As I slipped it on, there was something odd about it, something I couldn’t figure out. “What is it?” Jay asked. He was reaching down, shoving his own fingers into his ass. From all our fucking, his hole had opened up well. Still, he was really shoving his fingers deep inside. “Not sure,” I said. I slipped my dick inside him and started slowly pumping in and out. Again, something wasn’t right. I stopped. “Keep going,” Jay said. After a minute, I noticed that the unpleasant feeling of the condom was gone, replaced now by the feeling I was used to. I started to pull out, but Jay’s legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer until I was stretched out over him. “Feel good?” Jay asked. “Really good,” I told him. “I just hate the feeling of condoms.” “That’s why I got these new ones,” he said. “They feel like you’re wearing nothing at all.” His legs wrapped tighter. “Really fuck me. Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it.” I started slamming hard into his ass, trying to hit his prostate while also making sure the bed wasn’t making too much noise. Though I knew I didn’t want to ever wear condoms again, I had to admit that the ones Jay bought were amazing. It felt as if I was fucking him bare. Jay jerked off his cock, but while he normally came first, he was slowing his strokes. “I’m gunna cum,” I told him, my sweat dripping off my body and onto his. “Do it,” he said, smiling. I made one final thrust, entering him as far as I could go, and then my heart dropped. The feeling I had felt over the past few days, the feeling of cum pooling around my dick, was missing. Instead, it felt as it had when I had fucked Dr. Wade. I looked down at Jay with wide eyes, mouth hung open, fearful. Jay only smiled, his legs pulling me tighter to his body. “My turn,” he said. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock one final time, his cum shooting out between us, hitting my chest and mixing into my chest hair, dripping down onto his body. As he gained his breath, I worked to pull myself from out of his legs’ hold. Pulling out my dick, I first saw the condom wrapped around the base of my shaft like a ring, and then the skin of my dick coated in blood and cum. The condom had broken. “Shit,” I said, looking at Jay’s ass. It was swollen with bits of blood and cum leaking out. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” Jay hissed. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” I said, standing up on his bed, pointing my dick out to him. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” Jay reached a hand down to his ass and touched his hole, his fingers rubbing the blood and cum around the swollen lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Feels like you did.” “Jay, we’ve got to do something,” I told him. “We’ve got to get you to a hospital. We’ve got to get you help.” “Why?” he asked. I stood there stunned. “Jay, have you completely forgotten what this is?” I pointed at my tattoo. “I’m poz. That means my cum is toxic. You’re bleeding.” “Yeah,” he said, looking at his fingers. “I know.” “I don’t understand,” I said, unaware of his calm tone as my stress intensified. “That didn’t happen with the other condoms. Why did these break? Were they cheaper?” “Yeah,” Jay said. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in.” I stared down at my brother, his words sinking into my brain. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” Jay said. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” “Why would you do that?” “So it would break,” he said. “Why would you want it to break?” I demanded, my voice growing louder. “Because you wouldn’t fuck me unless you wore one,” he said. “Remember the first night you fucked me, you didn’t know how to put the condom on. I put it on you wrong at first on purpose. I wanted to see if I got a rush from knowing a bit of your precum was on the outside when you fucked me. It was just a little risk, but it was amazing.” I backed away from the bed, my head spinning. “You wanted me to poz you?” “Not exactly,” Jay said. “Look, you know I sleep around. And, yes, I bring condoms with me, but I don’t always use them. I like taking risks with sex. Sometimes, I like fucking a woman, knowing I could be impregnating her. She always knows I’m bare, but still. I like risks. When you told me you were poz, I just couldn’t go without having you fuck me at least once without a condom. I knew you wouldn’t if I asked you, so I tricked you.” “Do you understand what you’ve done?” “Yeah, I’ve taken a risk,” he said. “I’m a grown adult who makes his own choices. I like doing risky things. I’m allowed to. Besides, did you know that your boyfriend was poz when he fucked you?” I shook my head. “And you’re still with him,” Jay said. “Sounds risky to me. Actually, a pastor fucking anyone out of wedlock is risky, let alone a gay man. Seems like you like to take risks too.” I sat down on the bed, the fear which had been coursing through my body lessening. “What happens if you get sick?” I asked him. Jay shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk. If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers. Anyway, do you feel any different now than before?” I waited, thinking hard. “No,” I told him. “Converting sucked. Worst flu ever. If anything, I feel freer. I definitely feel hornier.” “Good news for me,” Jay said. “I love feeling horny.” “I know you do,” I said, a slight smile appearing. “I know you’re going to be mad at me,” Jay said. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret doing it. I don’t regret you fucking me for the last few nights. The best sex I’ve ever had has been with you.” I turned at looked at Jay, an overwhelming feeling of anger and love flowing through me. He reached out and pulled me face into a kiss. We went to sleep without talking, and when I woke up the next morning, I crept out of the room and went for a run. When I got back, I found that Jay’s things were gone. “Hey, Mom,” I said, coming down stairs. “Where’s Jay.” “He had to leave early,” she said. “He wanted me to let you know that he’s glad you two were able to get closer these past few days. He hopes you can get together and do it again soon.” “Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alright, just to settle the discussion, I'll let you know what was in the chapter before I made changes. Originally, Will Fucked Jay several times, but he always wore a condom. They parted ways with nothing really happening. I decided to change this for a few reasons. 1. This site is called "Breeding Zone" which comes with some expectations. 2. Having Jay being a risk taker with sex answers why he had Will suck his dick. 3. This provides a way for Jay to return in a later chapter (maybe). Anyway, with all that said, I can assure you that what you're getting here is FAR superior to what I had before. Also, thanks to those who messaged me with ideas. I can't promise I'll use everything, but I appreciate seeing what you think/want to have happen. Some of you have some REALLY twisted minds. I also appreciate the love. I'm taken back by your comments supporting the story. I almost never posted. Now, no arguing. Just keep jerking off.