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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

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

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.

Pro tip: Stay out of the LGBT Politics section.

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.

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".

yes, cottages mostly sadly depleted or sanitised. Love the smell, the grafitti, the random men. used to visit them to read the grafitti as a teen when i was too nervous to hook up. eventually 'graduated' to meeting men in them. Good times!

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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.

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.

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 was chatting with the guy, who fucked me one night ago. It was my first experience with men and it was great safe fucking. I was 19 years old and had a good athletic constitution. he told me in the chat, that he enjoyed fucking me and that he would like to do it again. I admitted that it was really fun for me too and I would only have sex with men till now. So he told me, that he has a little sit in with some friends. Nothing special, only speaking a little bit and drinking and I could join it and spend the night at his home. I agreed and was hoping that he would fuck me again in his bed that night. He told me, that I could come in tshirt and sports shorts. Some hours later I dressed up for the evening and put one some very thought tshirt and shorts and went to the address and rang the doorbell of the house. He opened the door and was completely naked. I was shocked and told him, what did it mean. He laughed and answered that I wanted be fucked that night, so … I did not know, why I did not run away but I entered the house and he told me to put of my clothes. Meanwhile my cock was hard as his was and I put of my clothes. We then entered the living room and then the next shocking moment started. 6 men from 30-60 were sitting naked in the living room, wanking their big hard cocks. I mumbled that this was not what I expected and I wanted to leave but he forced me in and told me that it would be really great and offered me a Bacardi cola. Ok I try, I said and drank the whole drink at once to get a little bit courage. Good boy said one of the men and told me to join him. He was the oldest but with the biggest cock being nearly 20 cm of hot meat. I went to him and he touched my ass, his fingers wandering to my butthole. Really nice ass you ve got, he told me, and I could only nod a little bit. I looked at him. He was in good shape for his age and was tattooed over his whole body. One scorpion and many other things where at his body. Two of the men pushed my body down, so my ass was laid opened for why another one creamed my asshole with a warm creamy liquid. They lowered the push, so I could stand and I argued that I had come for a sit in and not that. He laughed and said, that I can sit in here and there or sit on this, wanking his big fat cock. Someone gave me a little bit of poppers under my nose and as i breathed it I only thought why not, turned my back to him and asked for a condom. Not at all, laughed the old man, you will get it bare. I shook my head and another potion of poppers was hold under my nose. You will get my babies, he laughed and forced me to him with his hands and pushed my hips down, so his glans was pushed against my spincther. No please condom I uttered, but with all these poppers was to weak to defend myself. Here we go he yelled and his cock slit in my asshole. I screamed because of the size of his cock but he did not stop und pushed his cock slowly in my ass. I got another breath of poppers and my ass got used to the size. The pain felt away and I started to enjoy it and started to moan. Meanwhile his whole cock was entered in my ass. Me sitting on it started to ride it and he moaned that I ve been a good boy. I rode his cock again and again and then he moaned he was getting close but before he came in my ass, he realeased me and told me that he wanted to see my face when he shoots his load in my ass. He lead me to a mattress which was lying in the middle of the room and forced me to lay back with my back on it. He took my legs on this shoulders and I looked at him and begged please condom. He laughed that some of his swimmers are already working in my as and they need some colleagues And I breathed a little bit more poppers Which completely flashed me. He ordered his cock to my asshole and looked at me smiled and asked. What shall I do. I could not believe that I screamed please fuck me and do everything you want. Your wish he smiled and pushed his cock hard into my ass and started fucking fast and heavily. Oh fuck getting close, he said, and some seconds later I felt his cock twitching in my asshole again and again, with every twitch shooting his cum deep in my guts. Here are my babies, he smiled and released his cock out of my ass, followed my his cum, leaking out of it. But I got no time to relax. The next cock was at my pussy. I looked at the 50 year old man and again asked him to take a condom. He smiled, no need of that anymore, taking some cum from my asshole and putting it under my nose. Then he started fucking me.

Me and my partner are successful, friendly, and I think sexy guys in San Diego, and we always like making new friends 🙂 I am a sub bottom so tops are always welcome, but, sexy botToms are fun too and he is a vers top with a nice, thick dick. Send a PM - love all kinds of guys, just ask that you be in decent shape and friendly.

Now that's planning ahead 😄

Yes I totally believe bottoms go into heat, and it chimes well with my own experience. Personally, I think bareback bottoms are much more likely to go into heat, as there are definitely behaviour-altering aspects to cum, especially when absorbed through the ass. I certainly experience that. I spent virtually all of spring and summer this year in a rabid heat: I couldn't get enough, and like the OP, I constantly felt my ass shimmering, hungry for more. I'd go to the sauna, come out filled with cum, after being fucked for hours, with my ass throbbing, and still it wasn't enough. Every fuck, every cumshot just intensified it. I was out cruising every other day, on Grindr nightly, and to the sauna once a week at least. It was fun as fuck but also a bit maddening at times. Then, in September, it pretty much blew itself out, without warning. Had a brief burst in October then it went to sleep again. Am now just moderately horny sometimes - taking some time off, i guess! - but I'm sure one good hard fuck and a testosterone-filled cumshot into me will fire it up again, at least for a bit. But it won't wake up properly for any sustained length of time until spring. Then I will burn again 😉

Thank you I cannnot wait to find out about his desires come true

Good start

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.

I am submissive and have been instructed and done it a few times at the booths as well as in the theatre. It was actually a turn on being on my knees licking it up while others degraded me

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.

"The New Barber" Part 5 My eyes snapped open at the pings of my phone. I was in my own flat, dressed as normal and my head was spinning... confused I grabbed my phone, it was him; anger rising in me as I read the message. "I have sent you a few videos from your latest session... you seemed to enjoy yourself" followed by laughing emojis... this fucker played me like a fucking puppet and it was time I confronted him once and for all. I messaged him back "we have to talk" Within seconds he messaged back " be here in twenty" I felt sick sitting in my car outside this fuckers house. It was time to settle this... As I entered he stood in the doorway with a sinister grin on his face. As I settled into a chair as I started to speak he cut me off mid sentence. "Now, let me explain how this works" "How what works you cunt" I was boiling at this point as he continued to outline my future. "You see, I have programmed you to respond to certain words, certain music and suggestions" "From now on you will perform like the trained monkey you are and there is fuck all you can do about it" My mouth went dry, unable to form words I listened as he layed out my demise and my future as a money maker. I started for the door and he shouted "appointment" Sitting back down in the chair I lost control of my movements but was fully aware of what was happening. "You see you little kunt, I have you programmed to do exactly as I say and my investors will pay handsomely for your upcoming performance" I couldn't move, a single tear fell from my eye, panic rising now but I was trapped in my own mind. He moved closer now and he began to speak softly while making direct eye contact..."something to drink" he asked? I watched as my hand reached for a glass and began to swallow the clear liquid. Calmly I replaced the glass and settled into the chair as he dialed up a number on his phone and began a lengthy conversation. My mind drifted in and out, picking up bits of the conversation, my name being mentioned and how prepped and ready I was for the next performance...I remember the sensation of heat rising and feeling horny... this prompted a smile from my companion as he continued to talk on the phone. "Relax" he said as I turned towards the side table to see a syringe waiting for me...my hand instinctively reached out for it and brought it closer for inspection, he was in front of me again, the conversation finished he was tieing something sort of strap on my upper arm... I willingly positioned the needle against a vein and pushed it in... time seemed irrelevant now, his grin wider than ever... I was slipping now, deeper now and still aware of what was happening yet unable to stop it. Mindlessly I followed him to his sling room and made myself comfortable as the room began to swirl... lifting my legs into the stirrups and relaxing into position. His face came into view as tears formed in my eyes..."You want this kunt, you know you do" The hunger to be probed and opened up too hard to ignore, my head now flying, my eyes rolling back in my head as laughter rang out in the distance....

I’m currently on vacation, but as usual, I get horny as hell, so I hopped onto Sniffies and decided to look around. Bingo, I found a young horny, bisexual top who is waiting on his girlfriend to arrive from the airport. I felt guilty even going down this route, as I had taken myself off of prep due to other medical issues within the past couple weeks, but now I was horny I needed to be fucked like the bitch I am. We talked back-and-forth and he was nice enough to even send me a picture of his HIV result which was only two days ago and has said that he had not had sex with anyone else since, honestly, it made me rethink my decision a couple times, but in the end I knew I was gonna get his cum in my ass. The communication after that was fairly short, we agreed to meet in a handicap stall, so I walked and knocked on the door and he let me in. I dropped my pants, no words or exchanged, stuck my ass out, already lube with some silicone, and he then began rubbing his fat black cock up and down my horny ass. He did not care that I was not clean, and I didn’t care that he was fucking me raw. He pushed in slowly. I took a couple seconds to adjust as I slowly be out of rocking back-and-forth on his fat cock, we were both very quiet as we both understood get what getting caught with mean. He held my hips as he made me ride his cock. I spread my legs to get lower to match his thrust into Me. My face was pressed hard against the gray wall, and I remember feeling my own breath on my nose as I had this young stud fuck me mercilessly, he got deeper into me, and I held my cheeks open still with my face pressed against the wall. He seemed to enjoy this and then in a silence he started cumming inside of me while pushing as deep as he possibly could. He pulled out of me. He wiped off and left one after the next from the bathroom. About an hour later I’m back on Sniffies now I’m horny and desperate for cock and I really want more. I spoke to a couple of other guys, but they all seem to flake. Then stud number one came back online and asked if I was up for around two as he was still waiting for his girlfriend I agreed and we met into the bathroom one more time this time he was more aggressive– as soon as I got to the bathroom, keep pushing me right over the toilet pull my pants right down put some petroleum jelly on my ass and push right in, it’s still a little but has come from earlier to his cock and helped him to get inside of me deeply really quick. Started to fuck me like a mad man while holding his hand over my mouth tears in my eyes, but I was taking it because that’s what I was supposed to do. He pulled his cock completely out and then slide back several times causing me to lose my breath, but felt so good. He kept on fucking me as hard as he could, and then he started loading me once more this time he kept on fucking me he filled my ass. He waited until he was completely soft and pulled right out. I could instantly feel hot Semenoff running down my leg. Once more, we both wiped up, did not say a word to each other and then he left. Once more, we both wiped up, did not say a word to each other, and then he left The end.

Raw is law

Got gono when I was 16 during my exchange year in Spain.

For me, it's both. I love being fucked. Love that feeling that I'm being used, knowing I'm making my top's cock feel amazing. But OMG, I NEED him to shoot his load deep inside me. I crave that reward, and the knowledge that I did well, that my body gave another male that ultimate pleasure, and he deserved it.

Part 11: Dominic Wants Will (A prequel from Dominic's perspective) I slammed my dick hard into his ass, relishing the sound of his moans and gasps. “Fuck, dude,” the sweaty man beneath me cried, hands nearly white as they clung to his legs, revealing a bleeding asshole. “It’s like you’re shoving a baseball bat inside me.” “It’s the same as the first time I fucked you,” I said, slamming back inside. “That’s why you’re bleeding just as much now as then.” He laughed as he tried to breathe. I slammed again, going further this time. His shaking hands lost hold of his legs which fell onto my shoulders. His hands reached up and grabbed for my chest, fingers running through my chest hair. I looked down and caught sight of gleaming gold. I loved it when they still wore their wedding rings while being fucked by someone else. A thought crossed my mind, something a bit dirty. I grabbed his left hand and slipped his ring off, making sure he saw what I was doing even as stars flashed before his eyes. “You know what I think of this?” I asked him, showing him the ring. I reached behind me and stuck it between my ass cheeks, the ring lost in ass hair and sweat. “For safe keeping.” “Safe?” the man laughed again, his hands running down my body and stopping on the tattoo on my pelvis. “There’s nothing safe about you. You’ve ruined my marriage.” I looked down at the biohazard tattoo beneath his fingers and then over to my arm on which there were tally marks tattooed. A freshly done 49th tally had been done only just that morning. Jackson, the man I was fucking, had called me a week and a half before, letting me know that he had come down with the flu. He and I both knew it was more than that. Jackson was a married man from a few states over, routinely flying here for business. I had found him on an app where he listed himself as a hungry cheating hole needing a big dick and a big load. When we had met and I stripped of my clothes, he saw my tattoo and took a step back. “Guess you know what that means.” I said. “I don’t just got a big load. I’ve got a life changing load. If you want it, it’s all yours.” Jackson’s eyes lifted from the tattoo and met mine, a smile filling his face. “Fuck up my life, you dirty fucker.” Now, as I unloaded more of my toxic cum into his insides, I thought about what he was going to tell his wife the next time she wanted to fuck. Will he infect her? Will he leave? Did I care? Honestly, a bit. Yes, I enjoyed plowing his ass, ruining his hole, and dumping my poz seed into his bleeding body. He had jumped at the chance. Still, a part of me cared about what was going to happen to him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. He was now free. He could fuck whomever he wanted. I had given him a gift. He should thank me. I felt the ring still between my ass cheeks and wondered if he’d notice flying back home without it. I like souvenirs. That, or I could sell it and get some cash. Either way. Jackson left, with his ring, both smelling of my sweat. He walked funny, his insides still rearranged from my dick’s intrusion. I loved watching men walk away, trying to gain composure, their bodies adjusting to the raw fucking they had just endured. Sometimes, it felt amazing knowing that they couldn’t walk at all, their entire bodies shut down as they contemplated what I had just done to them. In more ways than one, I impacted their bodies. I told Jackson to call the next time he was in town. I wanted to give him his first tattoo, preferably a biohazard symbol on his ass or lower back. The man was a bottom slut. Once his wife left him, I knew he wouldn’t go around using his dick to fuck anyone. It was all about his hole now. I had that effect on men. I showed them how much of a bottom they truly were. I also showed them how deeply they craved cock. Once you’ve been fucked by me, there’s no going back to pussy. Give me any man, and I’m sure I can change him. Not that I sought out men to do this to. Why spend so much time chasing down someone just to see if I can get them into bed? If they wanted my big dick unloading my precious load in their asses, they’d come after me. *** “Start wearing condoms yet?” Doctor Wade asked. I sat naked on the examination table in my doctor’s office. This man wasn’t just my doctor. He was also a neg hole I had pozzed. He had sought me out, and I was only more than willing to make him a tally on my arm. He was a hot fuck, huge muscles, beautiful face. Plus, it was good to have a doctor on the same “team” as me. “Never,” I told him. “Good boy.” I smiled. “Looking for more marks?” he asked as if he could read my mind. He pointed down at my tattoos. “Which one am I again?” I pointed his tally out. “I see 49 is new. Who was the guy?” “A married guy,” I told him. “I fuck him when he’s on routine business trips.” “Did he know?” I smiled. “He practically jumped on my dick, he wanted it so bad.” Doctor Wade moaned, his hand reaching down to his own crotch were his dick was tenting his pants. “Fuck. How do you always find guys like this?” “I’m a bit of a magnet for hot guys,” I told him. “Not just hot guys,” he said. “You’ve got a talent for the [banned word]. If there’s a guy out there who could end up on a [banned word] site or fetish board, you somehow find him. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own dad.” “I wouldn’t touch that asshole,” I told him. I hated my dad. I had my reasons. My brother and I escaped that man as soon as we could have when we were eighteen. It wasn’t too long after that that my brother, Roco, and I were first introduced to gay sex. He and I never fucked since we were both tops. Sure, we spit roasted a few guys, but that was it. I’m not as [banned word] as he thinks, I thought, watching as Doctor Wade continued rubbing his dick. “When’s your next appointment?” I asked. Doctor Wade smiled, undoing his pants. “We’ve got time.” I hoped off the table. “Then get on.” *** I was pouring sweat, dropping the fifty pound weights. It had been a few hours since I started my work out. It was easy to lose track of time when you’re surrounded by sweaty men, their musk filling the air. Bottle that up, and you could make a killing. “Pushing hard?” Neil asked. Neil was the general manager of the gym. He was gay, but he only used condoms, meaning we had no chance of fucking. He was a handsome man who often had the female gym-goers tripping over themselves. They did the same with me, clearly unaware that they were barking up the wrong trees on every count. “Got to keep looking good,” I said. “Well, the work is paying off,” he said. He turned, waving his hand at someone across the gym. “Great job, Will. You killed it.” “Thanks, Neil,” a voice shouted back. I turned and spotted the man Neil had called to. He was young, late twenties if I had to guess. He had brown hair, stubble, and an athletic build without being overly muscled. His shirt was covered in sweat, his bare arms glistening under the gym lights. If you wanted to picture the perfect “boy next door,” he was it. I was probably double this man’s age, or close to it give or take five years, something which got me hard immediately. I liked younger guys, playing into my ability to be both the dominant and the daddy. “Who was that?” I asked. “That was…” Neil eyed me, a smirk turning his face. “Oh, no. Not happening.” “What?” “What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got your scouting goggles on.” “I just asked who he is.” “And why do you want to know?” I tried to think of an excuse other than the truth he had already guessed. The only head working was the one pushing to escape my jockstrap. “So what if I think he’s hot?” “Every gay man in this gym has clocked him already,” Neil said, “and I’ve shot down every hope and dream.” “Why?” I asked. “You want him for yourself?” “Absolutely,” Neil said. “I’d have him fuck me against a cactus. That’s not the problem.” “Married?” Neil shook his head. “Pastor.” “What?” I asked. “Pastor? As in, like, a church?” “As in wedged up high into God’s ass, there’s no room for anyone else.” I tried to catch a glimpse of the man as he walked out the front door. “What church?” “The Church of Never Gonna Happen,” Neil said. “Drop it.” He walked away, leaving me to stare. *** “Fuck,” Tom groaned as I unloaded in his ass. I fell forward, my chest pressed against his back, counting on his arms and legs to keep us from collapsing on the bed. It had been Tom’s idea to fuck doggy style since he liked it when I reached forward and grabbed his neck from behind. I kissed the back of his neck where my handprints were still red, his tattoo of a scorpion standing out even still. Tom was a usual gym fuck. We’d work out, go to either his place or mine, and spend a few hours fucking. His boyfriend didn’t mind. Tom pozzed him, continuing my line. In fact, sometimes we’d have a three-way in which we’d all be exhausted for hours after. Their neighbors always complained, especially when the walls shook, knocking pictures down. “Whatever you’re doing for your ass at the gym is really working,” I told him, slapping his right cheek and leaving another red handprint. I pulled out, a small trickle of cum leaking out. “Glad you noticed,” he said. Tom climbed off the bed, grabbing a buttplug he had brought with him, securing my cum inside his ass. He checked the time. “Got to get home. I think Robby will want to add to your load before we go out for drinks. You should join us.” “Maybe some other time,” I said. I watched as he got dressed, running my thumb over the tally which had marked his conversion. “Hey,” I started, trying to sound casual, “I was just wondering, I was working out the other day, and I started talking to someone—” “Stop right there,” Tom said. “Neil already told me about your obsession.” “What?” I asked. “What obsession?” “Dom, Pastor Ryder is off limits.” “Pastor Ryder?” I said. “Is that his name?” Tom stared at me, frozen. “Fuck.” “That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, more to myself than Tom. *** I walked into the locker room, Pastor Ryder in my sights. Weeks had gone by since I first saw him, and every day since I kept my eyes open for any sign of what was my “forbidden fruit.” I watched as he went to his locker, hoping to see him strip. I had imagined what his body looked like. Still so young, so malleable, his body would be pristine. I’d seen him wearing gym shirts that showed off hairy pits and chest hair sneaking out of his collar. How hairy would he be? I’d also seen him lean down to pick up weights, his lower back revealing a dusting of hair trailing down. Hairy ass? I loved it when a guy’s hairy ass wraps around my dick. Also, being a tattoo artist, I wanted to see if he had any ink. More than anything, I wanted to see what he had swinging between his legs. He took out a bag from his locker and closed the door, turning to leave. He passed me without a look, the smell of his sweat hitting my nose, and I wanted to cum. “Nice try,” Tom said, appearing at my side. “He doesn’t shower here.” “So, no one knows what he’s got?” “An unsolved mystery,” Tom said, pulling off his own shorts, revealing his own erect member. He winked at me, walking toward the showers. I went home, exhausted, unable to get Pastor Ryder out of my head. I wanted him. I wanted him beneath me, under my power, his ass filled with my toxic cum. I wanted him begging for me to poz him. I wanted to dominate him in every sense. I wanted to fuck him so hard, he’d forget everyone except me. Then, maybe, I’d forget him. Every fuck I had had since I saw him ended with my imagination turning whoever I was inside into the man I couldn’t have. Maybe I was drawn to the [banned word]. Maybe I wanted what I knew I couldn’t have. Maybe I knew all I had was the chase. I took out my phone and looked up his name, finding the church he worked at. I found his picture in their directory and stared at his beautiful face, taken by his smile, by his eyes. I fished out my dick and started jerking off, eyes glued to this man I wanted desperately. In almost record time, I shot into the air, cum raining down, a glob hitting the screen, covering his face. “If only,” I said, admiring the sight before me. I brought the screen to my face and licked the cum off. I had to see him. *** I felt nervous walking toward the building. I hadn’t been in a church in years, for obvious reasons. I wanted to get his attention, but I didn’t know how to do it other than walking in wearing nothing but a smile. That wouldn’t work. Instead, I wore a black shirt that showed off my hairy arms and tattoos. My jeans were fitting, showing off my ass and bulge. I looked good, and in any other setting, I would have men following after me, ready to open their asses. Instead, I was walking into a church where I knew I would be getting looks of judgement. I didn’t care about them. I cared only about one person. I just had to find him. It was as if God was bringing us together. There he was, standing in the entrance. I had expected I would have had to search him out, but there he stood, shaking hands. God, he was beautiful. Just seeing him brought out my dominate side even more than before. I felt as if I was getting bigger, muscles swelling, height increasing. My testosterone surged. Animalistic desires spread through my body. I had to have him. I pushed past people, eyes focused on him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling his body against mine, holding him close. He looked up into my eyes, a sexy smile turning his lips. “About time you made a move,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said, kissing him, my hand moving over his body, his groin bulging next to my own. I could smell him, his intoxicating scent. Everyone disappeared around us. We weren’t in the church. We were in my bedroom. He stepped away from me, his body naked, hairy, gleaming with sweat, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out at me. I had never seen anything more beautiful. “Hello,” Pastor Ryder said, hand outstretched. I snapped back to reality, standing in front of him, suddenly overly warm. I half expected to find us standing there naked, or, at the very least, myself naked and sporting a raging boner. Luckily, I was clothed, my tight jeans hiding the erection striving to burst out of my pants. I could feel precum starting to pool around my dick, sticking to my leg. “I’m Pastor Ryder,” he said, seemingly unaware of the pressure he was creating in my pants. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” I said, regaining my awareness. I took his hand and shook it, relishing the feeling of his warm skin. His smile grew. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did.” I looked him over, noticing a sudden movement in his crotch. I smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t as off limits as everyone thought. I couldn’t be sure, but something in the way he looked at me seemed to reveal a spark. Was he aware of it too? We talked a bit more before I walked off, turning back once to catch his eye. He ran off after that, looking flustered. Perhaps he wasn’t aware, I realized. I’d encountered men before who suppressed their attraction to men, unable to admit to themselves their deepest desire. I was always able to uncover that desire, regardless of how “deep” it was. Something told me that Pastor Ryder was different. I didn’t think he even knew it about himself. Or, he was only just discovering it. Looks like we’re meeting at the perfect time, I thought. *** I had an erection all day Friday. I had emailed, asking for a meeting. He had accepted. I was both surprised and unsurprised. The thought of seeing him again was like the strongest dose of Viagra imaginable. I did my best to ignore it as I worked, hoping my clients didn’t notice the wet spot on my crotch. I arrived at his office wearing a shirt from my business, liking the way it fit around my chest and arms. I knocked on his door. “Pastor Ryder?” I said, sticking my head in. “Dominic Moore,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” I said. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” If that wasn’t a hint, I didn’t know what was. “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” I said, smiling what I was sure was a stupid grin. What a dumb joke. Why was I acting like such an idiot? I took a seat, noticing his eyes glued to my shirt, the design drawing his eyes to my chest. It was working. “I’ve heard of that place,” he said. “I’ve never gone. I think a neighbor of mine goes there.” “I own the place,” I told him. “You’re a tattoo artist?” “Nearly twenty years now,” I said, the number sounding weighty. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” He smiled. “Twenty-nine.” “Still young,” I told him. He was perfect. Not too young, acting like a spoiled child, treating me like a sugar daddy, but not too old to threaten dominance. It was meant to be. He asked me about myself. I answered, casting the questions back on him. He was single, interested in my own status. Not the one you should be asking about, I thought. He seemed nervous. As the discussion started involving God, I did my best to distract him. I did too good of a job as he noticed my tattoos. “Are you a Scorpio?” I looked down at my arm. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdays aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” I said, thinking back to that night, the night I had been pozzed, my brother next to me. I could still hear the panting breath and smell the sweat of our bodies. A man’s conversion is a special time. It’s meant to be taken seriously. I looked at Pastor Ryder, imagining what his night would be like should it be with me. “That date is for something else.” “Are those tally marks?” I looked over to my other arm. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” I told him. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” I said, eyes focused on his quizzical examination of my body. I loved knowing that he was looking me over, taking in every part of myself. Clearly he was curious, just as I wanted him to be. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon,” he said. I smiled, imaging myself taking him right there in his office, revealing to him the tattoos only those I turned were privileged to see. “Yeah, I think I will,” I said. One way or another, I decided as I sat in this man’s office, I was going to see this through. I wouldn’t stop until I entered his body, taking him as mine, and turning his whole life in another direction. He probably expected to get married, to have kids, to live a normal life. He deserved more than that. He deserved freedom, the type only I could give him. In that moment, I knew he was the one. He wasn’t just number 50. He was going to be more than that. I was going to be more to him than he could ever imagine. His life would never be the same after me. I’d make sure of it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not a ton of sex, but I hope you found it enjoyable. The story from Will's perspective will continue in the next chapter.