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"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

From today's fuck session

I was fucked and bred by one of my regular buddies earlier today. Co-incidently we both were fucking horny since yesterday and I messaged him if he is around. He was around this afternoon. As soon as I get his message,I drove to him in my tank top and just shorts.😈🤤 He was also on his boxers and we kissed passionately as soon as I was inside his house. We stripped each other and kissed, suck, lick, armpits, rimmed and then he shoved his hung cock using some spit as lube. He fucked me for an hour and half with short breaks in between. It was really hot and sweaty until he dumped his load deep in my ass. He came a lot i assumed 😜🔥 And it was true when I pushed his load out😁 A glimpse from today's fuck below -

I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

Why I didn’t get married. I was a high school nerd. If my nose wasn’t buried in books I was practicing in the band room. I even played the nerdiest instrument, bassoon. In public school sex ed the pictures were so bizarre to me that I thought women got pregnant by their nipples touching men’s nipples. I was so amazed to learn the real deal in high school sex ed that I got 100%. I remained a nerd through university rarely leaving my study carrel in the library. It was beyond amazing that I became engaged during my third year. We were both nerds. Although we engaged in heavy petting until I came, we had never ‘done the deed.’ I went to Tip Top Tailer’s to buy my wedding suite. No rental for me. She was making her simple gown from scratch. The sales attendant was a handsome, tall, slim Italian. His Mediterranean tanned olive skin looked amazing against the white starched collar of his dress shirt, and I have always loved paisley neck ties. His dress slacks were cut to emphasize his gorgeous bubble butt. He had a winning smile and chatted casually with me for a few minutes to learn what I was there for and my thoughts about my image of the perfect wedding suite. He was in no rush as we were the only two in the store. Then he said, “I’m Leo, we went to high school together.” I couldn’t place him, but he continued to smile so I guessed I hadn’t offended him. Together we picked out a smart navy-blue double-breasted suit jacket with matching dress slacks, white shirt and a red, white and blue angle stripped tie. He assured me the jacket fit perfectly right off the rack; but, the slacks would need taking in to fit correctly on my very slim frame. He’d also need to measure leg length for a cuffed finish. I was shown into the changing booth and instructed to put on the trousers and shirt. When I was ready, I stepped from behind the curtain. Leo had removed his necktie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. I now had a great view of his smooth muscular chest and one of his dark perky nipples. He stood behind me and almost hugged me as he measured the circumference of my waist. I began to worry when he measured my hips that he would notice I was chubbing up. By the time he crouched in front of me to measure my inseam I was at full mast. I’m a grower which gets to a sizable appendage and even contained in my underwear was quite visible from his vantage point. Looking from my crotch up to my face he proclaimed; “Well your lucky woman must enjoy riding that.” My nerd self blurted; “Oh no, we’ve never had sex … I ,,, I ,,, I’ve never had sex.” “I knew you were a book worm; I didn’t realize you were so old fashioned.” Leo laughed. I must have been beat red with embracement. I was flailing myself; ‘Why did I tell him that?’ Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his slacks. He then started to unbutton the shirt I was trying on. “What are you doing?” I cried. “My shirt has been tailored to fit better.” Leo said. “You are about my size and shape. I’m letting you try it on to see if you want your wedding shirt fitted.” He stepped behind me, helped me the rest of the way out of my shirt before helping me into his. Huggin me from behind he fastened the buttons, loosened my pants, and tucked in the shirt tails. He made it seem like an accident, but his fingers brushed over my erection. No guy had ever touch me like that before, I was afraid I’d cream instantly. His face was now so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Mmmm, you smell great. Your Colone suits you.” He was almost whispering. “Um … um … no Colone … must be my …‘Timberwolf’ deodorant.” I stammered. “Nice!” he nibbled my ear lobe. He must have only then remembered where we were, pulling me into the changing stall being, sure to close the curtain. Still hugging me from behind fingers from his hand stroked through my chest hair. “How do you like the fit?” His voice couldn’t have been more seductive. “The fit?” I stuttered. “Oh, yea, the shirt. It feels amazing.” “So do you.” He continued to play with my chest hair as his other hand returned to unbuttoning the shirt and pulling out the shirttails. I was soon shirtless with his bare torso pressed against my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt so good and so safe. I looked down to see his masculine arms wrapped around my hairy slim belly. I felt as if I was melting into his skin. Then one of his hands started opening my pants, lowering my fly. “What are you doing?” I once again cried. “Getting you out of these clothes so I can suck your cock. You ever have your cock sucked before?” His seductive voice pressed against my ear, “Um … awe … no …. never.” He was now crouched in front of me. I involuntarily stepped out of the pants as he removed them. As he started to lower my underwear my swollen uncut boner popped free and hit him under the chin. “Fuckin A!” Leo crooned. “Ready for your first?” “No?” my voice weak and hesitant. “Your ‘no’ isn’t very convincing.” He had me. “Yes?” even more hesitant. “Let me make the decision for you.” His tongue licked the precum from my piss slit. Hearing no protest from me his lips started pushing back my foreskin. He began to suck on my exposed mushroom head. My hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head. He freed his mouth and said, “I’ll take that as permission.” I could no longer tell if he was starting to devour my engorged cock or if I was pushing deeper and deeper into his skull. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and throat were intoxicating. When my hairy balls hit his chin, my orgasm exploded. Blast after blast stared shooting beyond his tonsils as if directly into his stomach. Clearly his swallow response couldn’t keep up and he began to sputter and spit as he chocked. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I froze and tensed holding his skull impaled on my ridged tool which continued to spasm. When he could take no more, he forcefully pushed my whole body away from him freeing his windpipe. When he realized hot cum was still shooting from my cock his lips encased my cock head, and the remainder of my load filled his mouth. I was finally fully spent and way too sensitive to accept his suctioning lips any longer. I pushed his head away and only then realized what I had done. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself!” I cried. He could only respond by smiling with his whole face and happy saucer eyes gurgling “Aw love iiitt!” Point at me he continued to gurgle. “Yaw tuurnn!” “No way man. I don’t suck cock!” I protested vehemently. In response he spun me around, bent me toward the wall, spread my ass cheeks and planted his mouth on my ass hole. He proceeded to blow my cum into my hole and tonge fuck it in even deeper. I was too shocked to put up any resistance. Besides this bran new sensation was way too amazing to want it to stop. And stop way too soon it did! His mouth free to speak he proclaimed as he stood; “Don’t apologize. I loved you blasting off so soon and so deep. It’s your turn to get my load. Not in your mouth, your virgin ass! Now you’re so well lubed can I breed your ass?” His cock head was already teasing my hole. “No!” I screamed. “I’m getting married.” His left had had found my cock which was getting harder by the moment. “You may say no but your cock betrays a different story.” “Fuck Leo, what are you doing to me?” “Just giving you what you want, what you need!” he insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock up your hairy ass.” “I don’t?” my damn nerdy hesitant voice again. “You’re not convincing me.” His damn seductive voice. “No?” why was I hesitant? His hard cock was putting more pressure on my hole and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. “At least … wear a condom?” I was beginning to relent. “That will hurt more, I don’t think you want that.” He reasoned. I certainly didn’t want it to hurt. I tried bargaining; “Are you clean?” Surely, he wouldn’t breed me if he had an STD. “Honestly, I can’t promise I fuck around a lot.” His hand was still on my engorged cock which twitched at this statement. “Mmmm, clearly my promiscuity turns you on.” Three involuntarily twitches. “Your horney cock betrays you, my friend.” “At least promise me you’re not HIV positive.” My bargaining chips were getting weaker and as the pressure on my hole increased my resistance weakened. “Been poz for five years.” He confidently confessed. I ‘assumed’ by five years he’d be on meds and undetectable. I knew from high school sex ed that undetectable guys were the safest. Undetectable equals untransmutable. The bottom line was this had gone too far for me to resist any longer. The teasing at my virgin ass was more than I could bare. “OK, have your way with me Leo. Truth be told, if I’m going to lose my anal virginity, I want it bareback. I need it bareback. And don’t pull out. I need your cum in me.” I blurted. “Are you sure?” His damn seductive voice. “No?” my nerdy hesitant voice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as his raw cock head breached my ring. I was in too much pain to argue the point “Holy shit, that hurts!” “Just breath deep, and push like you’re taking a dump.” I tried but it still hurt like hell. A small brown bottle appeared like magic under one of my nostrils. The other was pinched closed and I was instructed to breath deeply. After three inhales the bottle was moved to my other nostril and the pattern repeated. My body was flooding with warmth, my ass stopped hurting and relaxed, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. My heart pounded with excitement. Leo proceeded to deep fuck my virgin ass knowing the signs of utter release and surrender. One of his hands covered my mouth to try and stifle my grunts and groans each time he bottomed out inside of me. There was pain, but the pleasure far exceeded it. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew like nothing before that this was exactly what my body and soul needed. “Fuck me, Leo. Harder and deeper … own my ass, make our bodies one!” It wasn’t long until he was back quietly speaking into my ear with his now raspy voice. “You are nearing the point of no return. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull out? Sure you didn’t miss a question” “Yes! I’m sure! Breed my virgin ass!” I couldn’t feel the volley after volley after volley of his cum pumping inside of me; but, I couldn’t miss the powerful contractions of his manhood on my battered ass and tender guts. I was so proud of myself for riding this out to completion. Then I remembered we weren’t quite finished. I spun around, dropped to my knees and vacuumed his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean and when he pulled it away complaining it was too sensitive, I finally saw the stinging scorpion tattoo shrinking on the top of his poz cock.

I’ve been wearing cockrings since I was a boy. I’ve got several but my favourite is my thick chrome donut. I love putting it on. Once I’ve got it on and it snaps into place my cock and balls grow and it’s locked in place until I ejaculate. Fucking arse while wearing my cocking is the best.

“Holy fuck! I just made an ass of you and me. I assumed you were undetectable, but this tattoo tells a different story.” I moaned. “Did you just pump toxic poz cum into my ass?” “Nobody made an ass of me.” He retorted. “I just pozed your ass, but I gave you a couple chances to recant your choice.” “Why would you bareback me if you knew you were toxic?” I lamented. “Because it was fucking hot to see how far you would go. And clearly you went all the way. That’s on you nerd. Besides, it really wasn’t the point of no return. You’ve got a couple of days to get PEP (Post Exposure Prophylactic)” I used my finger to retrieve some of his cum from my ass and licked it off. “God, I must be crazy, I just want you to be fucking me again.” “That’s a pretty normal reaction to taking cum up the ass. We’ve all been there my friend.” He beamed. “But poz cum? Why would I want more poz cum?” I was baffled. “Oh, fuck man! Especially poz cum. It’s so addictive.” He assured me. “I’m off work in an hour. Come back and meet me here. I’ve got a specially treat to share with you.” When I came back, he took me to a gay bathhouse. We didn’t bother with a room. We stripped down at our lockers, and he took me directly to a sling. He helped me into it, fastened my legs and arms and plunged his raw poz cock into my swollen dripping hole. I was so relieved to have him in me again that I forgot I was on display in a public place. I also forgot his HIV status. He was soon pounding away at my hole. A group of guys began to form around us. Some reached in to touch his pistoning cock. I guess they wanted to be sure he was inside my ass raw. When he was ready to cum he broadcast to all within hearing range. “Here’s the second toxic poz load for your no longer virgin ass.” The audience went wild with cheering as he collapsed deeper into me, clearly painting my gut walls. He no sooner stepped away from the sling and a huge burley bear of a man plunged his raw cock balls deep into my dripping ass. He had a short thick cock and when he soon bred me, I felt every hot blast of semen spraying against my gut walls. Next was a tall super skinny guy with a pencil dick. Followed by a short hairy cub. Followed by s gorgeous muscle jock. Followed by an incredibly obese guy. Followed by a fiery ginger. On and on, they just kept coming, fucking me raw and shooting their loads deep inside me. When the mayhem stopped, I had no idea how many strangers’ loads were mixing deep in my guts and spilling from my stretched hole onto the floor. When he finally helped me out of the sling I begged Leo; “What the fuck have you done to me?” “You got in that sling of your own free will nerdy slut. Besides, since you’re going for PEP, you may as well have made it worth your while.” My next five days were consumed with elderly parent care, work and wedding planning with my fiancé. There was not a spare moment to get to a sexual health clinic and I certainly couldn’t tell anyone why I needed some time away. At the end of the fifth day, I couldn’t keep myself away from Leo’s work another moment. He was dealing with a customer when I arrived, so I nervously hung out near the back of the store until the customer left. Within a moment he had pulled me into the back room, dropped my pants. poppered me up and sank his raw cock deep in my famished hole. This was probably the fastest pump and dump in history, and I was elated. That was until he turned his back to me and dropped his dress slacks and underwear presenting his beautiful bubble but to me. “Hey nerd, how do you think I got pozed in the first place? Your turn to do my ass.” At first, I was thunder struck, then I realized my cock was rock hard. I’d never fucked anyone before, but I took to it like a fish swimming upstream. I could hardly believe my raw cock was inside Leo other than it felt so lovely and warm in there. Once again, I didn’t last long and was apologetically blasting away, this time inside his ass. He took me home after work and during the night we fucked two more loads into each other. I was pretty sure I was doomed to get sick within a week or two. It hit like clockwork, and I missed two weeks of work during which Leo nursed me back to as much health as HIV offers. I actually returned to feeling like my old self. Except I knew I wasn’t my ‘old self. I texted my fiancé that the wedding was off with no explanation. And I insisted that my older brother fly across the country to take his turn at caring for our elderly parents. I thought I had fallen deeply and madly in love with Leo. I wanted to marry him instead of my former fiancé. He knew I had fallen into madness and gently broke my heart by taking me to bathhouses and sex parties every weekend. He insisted that any and every stranger breed my ass often getting his ass railed right along side mine. I may have been a bright student for academics, but I was as thick as they come getting Leo’s message that he was not in love with me. It was when he began setting up dates for me to fuck other guys and coaching me on stealth pozing them that the proverbial ‘penny dropped.’ The first few were fun and exciting, I now had some pozing ‘notches on my metaphoric belt’ but deep inside it didn’t quite feel right. Then one night as I was raw fucking an unsuspecting victim on a dance floor a former fuck that I had pozed a month before came over to blackened both my eyes and broke my nose. I knew this was not a game for me and that I would never marry Leo. I quit my job, moved three hundred miles away, got a new job for an AIDS service provider, got myself on meds and spear headed the “U=U” awareness program for this new district. Oh yeah. I’ve never had a condom in me or on me and I both get fucked and fuck with abandon. I’m every bit, or even more promiscuous than my gay sex mentor Leo. The closest I’ve come to marriage is a series of trupples over the years, none of which restrict my cock and cum hungry ass.

As much white cock as I have nut in me, kind of a surprise I’m still negative lol. But the chase is the other fun part. ☣️🥵😈

I have a huge fetish for wearing some of another guy’s clothes with his scent in them especially after he breeds me. Then I’m literally surrounded by his man scent. I knew a guy in Atlanta who was exactly my size in every way including size 13 shoes. He loved breeding me and shot huge loads. Afterwards he’d encourage me to put on all his clothes: underwear, pants, shirt, socks and shoes. I was in heaven as I got fully dressed in his clothes while he leered at my from the bed feeling content knowing he had just shot a huge load of sperm in me. Does anyone else share this fetish?

Hot tales of pozzing and conversion from the days before meds and before PrEP. Thanks to Steve Chased for posting this at Telegram. Enjoy, and let us know your favorites. Bareback Bible - May 2003.pdf

Sunday night, and horny as fuck right now on Friday afternoon.

To me I've never found anything that feels better than bare fucking and breeding -- it's fucking incredible! As a bottom, I love my guts flooded with semen as often as possible and so far have never had too much 🌊

One thing I will say, @rawfuckr, is that I hope you’re not expecting douching facilities or anything civilized like that at Central Station- the toilets are limited and pretty rough. Make sure you arrive well prepared. I usually go to the Vault beforehand to try to pick up a couple of loads before the main event. That way, I know I’m “good to go”… Generally, once I start taking loads, my body seems to behave itself till the following day. On the plus side, your expectations of this whole thing seem very low- always the best way to avoid disappointment!

This reminded me instantly of the first time I (intensionally) got fucked and seeded by a poz top, around fifteen years ago. I'd known this mature; rubber top for several years on the fetish scene in London, usually bumping into him in various bars and clubs, such as 'Gummi' @ Central Station or Rubber night @ The Backtreet. We'd not played, because he had a partner (a snotty; arrogant ****) whom I couldn't stand. Then, in a rare online chat, he admitted to being recently diagnosed HIV poz. He also said that whilst his partner knew he played away, he didn't know that the sex was often bareback. He didn't deny being turned on by the idea of pozzing a neg guy, and admitted to knowing of at least one successful conversion. When I then confessed that the idea of being 'pozzed up' was a fantasy of mine, his eagerness to 'gift' me was blatantly obvious. So we made plans to meet. So it was that not long after, I found my (black rubber-clad) self, pressed against a toilet wall in a nightclub in London. He was likewise fully dressed in black rubber including gloves, which I periodically licked as he kept one latex-clad hand, firmly clamped over my mouth. He roughly and deeply, fucked my neg arse, with his bare shaft, finally deposited his potent seed within me. All the while, his partner was chatting wiith friends at the bar, totally oblivious to our rendezvous (and its [banned word] origin). taking place on the other side of a wall. It wasn't successfful and circumstances prevented any repetition, but it remains one of my most vivid; sexual memories.

All of the foreign countries I have been to I have fucked or been fucked or both here at home, 41 out of the 42 states I've been to (Kansas, what the hell? No action...) still need to visit and hopefully fuck in Hawaii, Alaska, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota and South Dakota, Iowa and Nebraska. So: USA (41 states) Canada (4 Provinces - Nova Scotia, Quebec, Ontario, British Columbia) Mexico (8 States - Baja California, Baja California Sur, Sinaloa, Jalisco, Durango, Yucatan, Quintana Roo) Barbados Jamaica The Bahamas UK Territories - Bermuda, Cayman Islands, BVI US Territories - USVI, Puerto Rico Dominican Republic Costa Rica Panama Venezuela UK components - England, Wales Germany France Netherlands Luxembourg If "Territorial Waters" are included - meaning me on a ship in that country's waters fucking but not setting foot on land, then El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Columbia and Haiti would be included So the total would be 15 countries,22 including sovereign territories and Wales, 27 if territorial waters included. Did I mention I just LOVED performing on Cruise Ships....?

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I was staying the night at a friend's house. Her bf is hot and hung. He works on building sites and always comes home sweaty and dirty. Before I left in the morning I searched through the laundry hamper to find his mankiest under wear. They were smelly, piss stained, obviously used as a cum rag and even had skid marks. I wore them every day for a week. Knowing my cock and hole are rubbing against his underwear where his cock and hole have been made me constantly horny and hard. Every time I wanked I would either wank while wearing them, hold them against my nose and smell them, put them in my mouth, fuck myself with dildos while wearing them and even shove them in my ass. I had never done anything like that before and haven't since

I’m much the same way. I am addicted to Ass and I love playing with an ass and in an ass. There are times where I can block out the rest of the world and I’m totally focused on thehole. Whether it’s fingers, fist, tongue, dick, or toys, I try to imagine all the other men who already have gone before me. I’m thinking of all the men Who have spewed a load up there. I’m thinking of the volume of sperm that has gone up there. Knowing that hole has been used and ravaged and stretched and fed all is a turn on for me.

Part 7: The Mirror. As I sat in my wheelchair enjoying my cigar I was also lucky enough to enjoy the hot as fuck view; once again my boy was holding onto the tall freestanding mirror with his legs spread more than shoulder width apart, bent knees with his huge round bubble ass arched out to my direction, once again teasing with grinding hip action. He looked over his shoulder at me, grinding his hips, smiling and sweating high on meth as I smoked my cigar. ''I want you to Fuck me again, Sir. But this time I want you to dump your dirty seed deep inside of my bleeding neg guts. I am fucking DESPERATE for it!!'' My young stud helped me from my wheelchair so I was now kneeling in front of the mirror, still at a 45 degree angle. Once I was settled into my new pozition with cushions under my knees for comfort he suddenly took a scalpel from his rucksack and pointed the blade at one of the bulging protruding veins on my penis, and bam.... He made an incision causing my toxic blood to squirt onto the floor. And in true hog style he on all fours with his head to the ground lapped it up. My young companion for the evening then knelt directly in front of me and arched his ass out.... ''All of me inside and out is yours, Sir, and I fully consent for you to give me what I deeply desire for you to gift to me. Now please fuck me, and FUCK me Good'' I promptly put my cigar into the ashtray that my boy had thoughtfully placed near to me, shuffled the small way forwards I needed to go, took a hold of his left hip, and with my right hand guided my throbbing and bleeding with toxic blood penis into his bleeding neg rectum. And there we were, in unison together, balls deep..... Our blood mixing! I had not started to fuck yet when I looked into the mirror. But not a my boy. Something made me look at myself. What did I see. Not a man I recognised that is for sure. My face was pale, gaunt, with eyes that were deep set with the whites sporting a yellow tinge. I glanced over my wasted body then back to my face where I just stared at myself, until.... A devilish smirk came about and I started to FUCK! ''This is so risky.... My bleeding penis deep inside of your bleeding rectum with no condom for protection. Once it's in there it's never coming out. Once it's in there I'll be living inside you forever. Are you ready for that?" "Yes, SIR. I now NEED you to be the one to turn me poz. I am so READY.'' I reached over for my cigar and took to smoking it again as we passionately sweaty-fucked, staring intently into each others eyes via our reflections.... ''I love that you are taking what is rightfully yours, Sir. This young gymnastic body, my firm round ass, my soft, warm and wet cunt that your Poz-Fuck-Meat and mind are both fucking... It all belongs to you. Unload your balls of your potent toxic man seed that will change and shape my life from this day forwards. GO ON.... Let me have it.'' His explicit open and honest verbal communication set me off and my steady pace of fucking since I entered him suddenly quickened and from out of nowhere an inner strength I had not felt in a good few years roared to the surface. Via our reflections are gaze remain locked in unison... ''Fuck YES.'' ''That's it Sir you sexy hung highly charged-toxic Leather clad Cigar smoking Poz stud, go on, fuck my soul and corrupt my DNA. Flood my piggy neg cunt with your filth and knock me up. Make me your whore. Turn me into your fucking nasty poz pig, SIR'' ''Oh FUCK... I am about to ejaculate, FUCK YEAH.... Here it comes, I'm fucking EJACULATING'' ''YES..... InFeCt me. Stick it to this nasty faggot.'' ''I'm going to mark you. I'm going to fucking mark YOU.'' And with my last comment he let out a primal scream as I felt my body tense up and the base to the shaft of my penis twitch as my perineum strongly and rhythmically pulsated to commence the injection of my potent viral seed with my bleeding shaft balls deep into this sweet yet piggy boy's hungry bleeding neg rectum! With each pulsation/twitch I grunted loudly which mingled and intertwined with his primal scream.

Part 5: parTy ''I recognise that potent odour anywhere. You've been blowing meth clouds, haven't you, sexy boy?'' And what happened there, did you brush your teeth too hard?'' Without a word and a knowing grin he placed the bloodied toothbrush on my bedside cabinet, then took off his rucksack. And from said rucksack he produced a Cock-ring. ''I see your Dick has gone soft, Sir. Here, you'll look great in this, not that you need it.'' He pushed my flaccid Dick and my loaded with 1 years worth of potent highly charged seed heavy balls through the ring of steel, then standing upright he removed my bathrobe from his gymnast trained body. And there he stood as before, naked but his skin now glistening with chem sweat - Hot as fuck! However his chastity cage was now covered with a skimpy red rubber jockstrap that hugged on that fine ass of his. This tight fitting red rubber now complimenting another new accessory in tow; a pair of vice nipple clamps that were now clamped onto his hungry pig-boy tits. Each clamp came with a screw, turn the screw to apply more pressure! 😈 He strutted his strong legs over to the other side of the room to my where my bed was, and facing it he took hold of the tall freestanding mirror that was at an angle to my bed. He spread his legs more than shoulder width apart, bent his knees and arched his huge round bubble ass to my direction, teasing with grinding hip action... ''I want you to fuck me Bareback, Sir. Slide that thick and veiny Monster mega toxic Poz-Piston of yours into my hungry neg cunt.... RAW!'' FUCK! My Cock-ring clad penis stood right to attention, becoming fully engorged very quickly! He looked back over his shoulder to see my veiny shaft throbbing at full mast, with me stroking. He smiled.... ''I want that one year load of twisted DNA in your balls Sir coating the inside of my neg cunt as you spray your thick warm highly charged poz load into me balls deep. Oh YEAH.... Stick it to me!'' ''Oh FUCK....'' I really started to stroke my shaft hard now. It was throbbing so hard that the veins were grotesquely bulging and protruding out. This sexy cute young man had brought me back to life, and it felt damn GREAT! 🙂 Joshy boy excitedly came back over to where I lay in bed and climbed in laying next to me, face to face. In a heartbeat we grabbed onto each other in an embrace of contrasting bodies and mauled one another as we kissed deeply and passionately. I could not keep my hands off of his firm gymnast trained ASS, damn it was so fine. And with one thing leading to another it was not long before my digits took to probing his smooth, soft, and very warm anus. My firm probing touch caused him to moan with pleasure in between our passionate kissing..... He rolled over facing away from my and hitched his rear into and onto my crotch, clearly he was ready for me to fuck him. I took hold of my throbbing penis and pressed against his soft pink very warm and wet anus and slid in the glans/head where we both softly groaned. I went to gently ease in a few more inches when I naturally slid all the way into his rectum, balls deep. Our new found physical unity caused our soft groans to explode into very loud groans and grunts. I started to fuck. My first time inside an ass in 3 years with 1 years worth of my potent seed brewing inside of my bursting balls. I did not think I would ever find myself in this privileged pozition ever again, and I fucking well loved it.

Part 3 – I’d left my boyfriend’s house and was sat on the bus going home texting Julio to let him know what had happened and that Adam was up for taking raw loads with me. I said he should be the dom tonight and treat us both how he wanted. Julio agreed with my plan, so I texted Adam to tell him to douche well and come stay at mine tonight, we were going to have a threesome. He was quick to reply saying he was horny and excited. I let him know Julio was quite dominate and that we’d both be his bitches. He texted me asking if he had toxic cum? I simply replied, “Hope so”. After quite a pause, he texted me back saying simply “Me too X”. Later that evening Adam arrived at my place and immediately launched himself into my arms for a long passionate kiss. We moved into the lounge and started ripping our clothes off. The thought of getting fucked by a toxic dom top was clearly turning him on as much as me. I worked his pussy for ages, deep tonguing and forcing my fingers roughly inside him, making sure I scraped his anal lining and pretty soon I could taste blood. He squealed and moaned but never once stopped me. We switched places and I instructed him to rim me and to be rough while he fingered me. He just grinned and went down on me and now I winced and moaned as he went to town on my cunt. I eventually pulled him up and we kissed, his spit tasted of my blood. “He’s toxic isn’t he” Adam whispered between kisses. I stopped and looked at him, our faces so close. “Yeah, very” I said staring into his eyes. A dirty look formed on his face, “Good, hope he pozzes us both”. I grinned and we carried on with our foreplay until the door bell went. We got up totally naked and answered the door. Adam held my hand looking a little apprehensive but like me, sporting a hardon. Julio came in and looked at the two naked subs before him. “On your knees”, he commanded. We obeyed and watched as he removed his t-shirt, jeans and dropped his briefs. His lovely fat dick sprang free, even placid he looked good, pulling my head towards it, “I need to piss slut” and almost immediately, a spurt of warm piss hit my lips. I opened my mouth and began to drink. Adam didn’t need much persuasion and his face was suddenly next to mine. I moved over and Julio aimed his cock at Adam’s open mouth, he was drinking this strangers piss just as well as I had. Soon we were holding each other, with slobbering mouths, Julio fed his cock to us both as we sucked and drank. Eventually his erection grew and we were both servicing it. He’d lean down and spit in our mouths and Adam felt the lash of a dom man for the first time, receiving slaps across his cheeks. All the time Julio was giving us verbal abuse, “Fucking bitches, you’re mine. Your cunts are mine. I breed you both. You take my poz cum”. We moved to my room and he instructed us to get on the bed, asses up. Obeying Julio and with Adam to my side, I felt Julio invade my cunt with his mouth and tongue while he fingered Adam who immediately began to squeal. He was very rough and Adam gripped my hands clearly in pain. “I taste blood” Julio growled from behind me. “I’m going to poz you sluts. Do you want that bitch?” “Yes sir, breed me” I moaned back as he slapped me hard. Adam began to kiss me and Julio switched from rimming my cunt to Adams, mouth deep in his crack and forcing sharp finger nails into me, realising why Adam had squealed so much. I took in sharp intakes of breath through the pain he was causing me. After a few minutes of this he stood up behind Adam and using spit for lube, aimed his cock at Adam’s pussy and slowly invaded his boy hole with his fat and dripping 8 inch cock. Adam bucked, gripping me and the bed, breathing deeply as Julio entered him. I watched Adam’s boyish face which was mixed with pain and pleasure. Julio wasn’t holding back and began to fuck my boyfriend with force. He slapped his ass and gripped him hard as he found his rhythm. “You want my toxic load boy?” He asked Adam. “Yes sir” he meekly replied. I watched his face as he bit down on the sheets, he was enjoying every thrust. Suddenly Julio withdrew his cock from Adam’s cunt and moved behind me and without much warning, thrusted it in to me. I too bucked as his cock stretched me, exhaling as his balls slapped against me. Pulling out, he thrust back in, gripping my waist. I’ve been forcefully fucked plenty of times but Julio was up there on the pain/pleasure index for sure. Adam watched me now, he’d never seen me being fucked and he clearly liked watching his boyfriend being used by another man. Julio fucked us like this for quite a while, switching between the two us with the painful onslaught becoming more pleasurable. All the time he was tearing our insides, he reminded us he was toxic and going to load us with his virus. He pulled Adam onto his back and kneeling on the bed now, thrust into him, gripping his legs and holding them wide. I lay beside them tweaking Adam’s nipples and kissing him, spitting in his mouth and hearing him whimper as he was being fucked. Wanking his cock as Julio’s sweaty body plowed my boys cunt, it was obvious he was getting close. “I breed your cunt boy, poz you. You want that?” he groaned through thrusts. “Yes sir, poz me, breed me” Adam moaned back. Fuck I was horny hearing my boyfriend talk like this, wanking myself as I watched my boy receive his toxic gift. Adam came first, spurting boy cum up to his chest. I licked up as much as I could and then Julio groaned, grunted and slowed as he came inside Adam. I looked into Adam’s eyes, “Your first poz load” I whispered. Julio pulled out and I went to see the damage, his cock was covered in cum and blood. “Clean it” He grunted at me. I didn’t need asking twice, I took his cock in my mouth and savoured the juices swallowing all of them. He then grabbed my hair, pulling my face up for a kiss, eventually falling back beside Adam. I lifted Adam’s ass and felched the dripping juices from his hole. He moaned again and pushed a little of Julio's cum out, I ate some of it and the rest I spat in his mouth as I lay on him. My cock was rock hard and I easily entered him. I began to fuck him slowly at first, tenderly kissing and sharing spit. Julio was watching us, but I also noticed he was hard again. This was one of his many talents, he’d fuck me two or three times in succession needing little time to recover between ejaculations. He could also piss fuck me, something I’d never been able to do. Slowly, he knelt up and got behind my exposed hole. I slowed, knowing what he’d do and sure enough, his cock slid back into me so I was sandwiched between Adam and Julio. It takes concentration to be the piggy in the middle, but I’d had plenty of practice. Julio remained still while I fucked Adam and as I pulled out, I’d impale myself deeper onto Julio’s cock, then pulling off Julio as I plowed back into Adam. I kept this up for a good 15 minutes and Julio would grab my hair, yank my head back and kiss me, telling me to breed ‘the bitch’ and that he’d ‘poz my cunt’ again. I was getting close now and Adam had been jacking his cock again, Julio too was grunting louder and I knew that meant he was close with a second toxic load. Finally, my orgasm began to break, laying on Adam and beginning to pump my load into him, groaning as I came. Julio slowed and when I’d finished he went into a rapid overdrive and moments later he too came deep inside me, collapsing on both of us. We lay there in a sweaty mass for ages, the feeling of hot bodies and fast beating hearts was so intoxicating. Knowing both Adam and I had willingly taken full blown, high viral loads from an HIV+ man, kept me hard even when I’d cum. It’s like a drug.

Bob spoke near my ear, ‘Welcome back, Faggot. You are in for a long night of raping and recharging. Random strangers are going to fuck and use you. Who knows, maybe some of them might know you, see you in the streets and know what a slutty cumdump you are, and you will never know who they are. These men mean business. They mean to fuck… Hard. They won’t give a shit how you feel. They will just force their way into you with their dirty cocks. Use the last bloke’s cum as their lube. And if it is all churned up and dry, they will probably piss in you or pour beer in you to keep you wet. Hell, some of these guys won’t even do that. Some of these guys want you dry. Dry so your hole grips their cocks while they fuck you hard and rip the inner walls of your arse to be sure they recharge you.’ Barry’s pace as he fucked, picked up. I moaned under the increasing pain of his raping. He grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes. There was desire and fury in his overwhelming stare. ‘LOOK AT ME WHILE I BREED YOU!’ Barry called out. I locked onto his piercing eyes. ‘Fuck yeah!’ ‘Charge up the cunt.’ ‘You’re nothing but a fuck rag tonight. Every cock that fucks you will strip a bit of your soul away. You will become an empty vessel for these blokes to dump their dirty poz seed into. No doubt other diseases.’ Bob continued. ‘Tim over here has syphilis.’ Someone in the crowd roared. ‘Common Barry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to cum.’ Another called out. I could hear the words of encouragement from the crowd. Oh God, I thought. I’m being pozzed. Fuck! These guys think I am Poz. I tried to speak. I tried to yell and tell them that I’m neg. ‘Oh, look here. The fuck rag wants to speak.’ Bob was still behind my shoulders, holding me still so the hard fucking from Barry hit harder. He undid my gag. ‘I’M NEG! OH GOD, I’M NEG. PLEASE STOP!’ Barry stopped. Cock held still deep in my stretched-out hole. ‘Neg?’ ‘YES! Please. You need to stop.’ I could hear the gasps from the crowd. ‘Bahaha.’ Barry burst out laughing, ‘Oh boy. We have a converter. Oh, you are fucked tonight, fuck rag. Bob, grab the bag of T.’ Bob handed the bag over. Barry pulled out what I thought was quite a large shard. Barry pulled his cock out. He was careful, and I felt his knob pull on my outer ring slightly as he exited. For the first time in a little while, I felt empty. He pressed the shard against my puffy hole and held it there with his cock. Bob pressed a brown bottle under my nose. ‘A big whiff.’ I did as I was told. Bob repeated the same thing with my other nostril. I felt an instant buzz and oddly relaxed. But it was short-lived as Barry forced his cock back into me, pushing the sharp rock into my tender hole. I could feel it scrape my inner walls as it entered. I scream in pain. The crowd roared in a mixture of laughter and sexual excitement. Like before, Barry just started fucking hard and relentless. The agony of torture shuttered through me as I felt the burn in my hole. This didn’t go on for too long before I had a sudden urge to want to be fucked. This desperate need to remain full crept in. The T was kicking in. ‘I don’t think I can hold on much longer.’ Barry announced in an unsteady voice. ‘Knowing that you are neg has got me too excited… FUCK! I can feel it. I’m about to shoot my poz load in you. Fuckkkk! Are you on prep?’ ‘No!’ I moaned in my confusing state of excitement.’ ‘Fuck! Argh, Ahhh!!. Fuck, I’m cumming!!’ Barry held tight, deep inside me. He bent over my body, head pressed against my chest and I felt his cock pump jet after jet of his toxic load into me. ‘Hurry up, Barry. I can’t wait any longer.’ The last vision I saw before Bob slipped the blindfold over my eyes was Barry being pushed out of the by an older, hairless man with a long, possibly 10-inch cock. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I could tell he was easily in his 60s. Barry's slick cock yanked out of my hole, and the old man pushed his knob in. His cock pushed into my puffy hole with force as my blindfold slipped over my eyes. The night was a trail of cock after cock being fucked into me. I was drunk on cum, T and poppers. Occasionally, someone would press a rag over my face, forcing me to breathe, and I would have a sudden out-of-body moment. There were times when I must have been vacant from my mind and body as, at points, I would wake feeling that there was someone different fucking me. There was a point where I woke up with the blindfold off, and I saw this old hairy man with saggy man tits, easily in his 80s, pumping away at my loose hole. I watched him stare at my smooth young body while he licked his scaly lips, entirely in his own world while he fucked away at me. Then he groaned and moaned. I knew what he was doing. ‘Fuck yeah faggot!’ Someone in the crowd yelled out. ‘The guy has full-blown AIDS.’ ‘What a pig. I have never seen a cunt take so much dirty cum.’ The old man pulled out; I felt my loose hole try to hold in all the cum, but it was too much. Gush after gush of random loads squirted out of me. This didn’t last long. Another random old man entered me, while the blindfold went over my eyes and a pipe pressed me to mouth. ‘Smoke.’ I took 3 massive hits. I was spun. My body was wet with sweat and piss. Guys pissed on me; some even made me drink their piss as they made me suck their cock. I could taste the resentence of cum and arse juices. I never cleaned out, so there was always this worry that all these cocks might reach something I don’t want to taste. But my mind was too fucked to think too heavily about that thought, and by this stage, there was no telling how long I was here and how many strangers fucked and bred me. The room smelt like a dirty bathroom. Occasionally a bloke will just walk over and cum over my face or chest. I could even feel it dry and crust in my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could not recognise the reflection beaming down on me. Bob said I would become nothing but a cum rag. And that’s precisely what I could see looking down on me. ‘Hey guys,’ I heard Barry call out. ‘Who wants to double dick the cunt?!’ Fuck no. I thought. But strangely, I felt my cock tingle at the thought. I have never had two dicks in me at once. ‘Look at this. The fuck rag is getting a stiffie over the thought of being fucked by two cocks at once.’ There was a keyboard tone ringing in the background. Was someone on a computer? I thought. ‘Hang on, boys. I’m about to cum.’ Said the guy raping my hole. He picked up his pace; he was getting close. The keyboard sound was getting louder and louder, as he pumped harder and harder. ‘HERE I CU…..’ ‘Wake up.’ I felt my body being shaken. ‘Wake up.’ My eyes opened to my face pressed heavily against my computer keyboard. Then, my eyes adjusted to see my boyfriend looking down at me. ‘What are you doing?' I turned my head, and in my hazy eyesight, I could see my computer screen with a X-twitter on the browser and an image of two older blokes fucking a younger guy on an ottoman with big, bold writing across the images saying, Retweet if you love strangers pozzing you. ‘Are you into poz play? Do you want to get pozzed?’ ‘What? Um, what?’ ‘You disgusting pig. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t touch you. Have you been getting fucked by poz guys?’ ‘No.’ I mumbled. ‘But you want to?’ I couldn’t find the strength to speak. ‘Maybe, I should whore you out. Sell off your status.’ My ears twitched. Did I hear that right? I thought. I looked up at my boyfriend, who had this evil grin. ‘Let’s make some money, faggot.’ The corner of his grin slightly lifted. ‘Maybe I need to give you a little bit of influence.’ And he held up a bag of T.

For a long time I have had a fantasy, and with this I decide to make it public. Maybe you will find it a horny fantasy too, and who knows, maybe it will become reality? First I will introduce myself: I am a young man from the Netherlands, have a slim figure, dark blond, blue-gray eyes and little body hair. I also - due to a disability - use a wheelchair. This brings some challenges, but that doesn't stop me from having a horny fantasy. 😉 --------- On a hot summer afternoon, I am waiting for a delivery. Because of the hot weather, I am not wearing much and have actually been quite excited all day. Therefore, I have a huge desire to play with myself. I try to do some things, but each time my thoughts wander. Without realizing it, I sit down at my laptop and go to a Tumblr version that does show porn. Immediately after logging in, horny photos and videos pop up. Mmm... I feel my little cock twitch.... It wants to be touched.... I scroll some more and click on a video. As it plays, I move my hand towards my little cock and start massaging it. I feel myself getting hornier and hornier and I unbutton my shirt so I can pinch my nipples with the other hand. Tringgg! There goes the bell. Finally the mail carrier is here. Quickly I open the door and hope for a handsome delivery man. I open the door and.... alas, it's a female delivery person. Well, that doesn't do much for me. Oh well, at least I got the package. Still extremely horny, I decide to make a bold move. Back at the computer I log on to the apps under the profile name 'wheelchairSlut'. 'Horny wheelchair slut seeks top. Who cums? Door is open and everyone is welcome! Send a message with stats, and I'll respond.” can be read in my bio. I'm on the apps quite often, but it hasn't gotten me much action yet. Unfortunately. Still, it doesn't stop me from trying again and again. But, since it so often doesn't take a storm - probably the wheelchair puts men off - I had a full shave from below. I like that. Like a real slut, completely bald, offering myself to horny men. While I'm jerking off a bit, I hear another message coming in to Bull. Hopefully with success. 'Give me your address and I'll fill you up, slut' I read. Oh my! This immediately gets my full attention. This will get me horny, for sure! I click on his name (barebacktop)and read that it is a 45yr old man, actually a daddy. Not too fat, but not thin either. Nice cock of 19cm and, what I like: chest hair. My cock immediately gets a little harder again. With clammy hands I send my address and in no time I have a response: 'I'll be there within +10 minutes. B ready 4 me'. Will he really come, or is it another fake? - I ask myself. But I can't go back: he has my address. And, of course, I have become increasingly horny. I undress completely, which was not difficult: I already had little on because of the hot weather. While undressing I look at myself in the mirror. Always very horny to be shaved completely naked and to see this in the reflection. Also, my cock stands proudly erect. Okay, it may not be a big one, but I think it suits me. A small cock does suit a slut like me. Quickly I continue that and before I realize it, time is almost up. I unlock the door, close the curtains and lie down on the bed. So, just a little more patience. My heart is pounding in my throat. Do I actually dare to do this? “Hello?” I hear as the front door opens. In a trembling voice I answer: come in! I'm in the room to your left!"" I hear some noises and can make out that he is getting closer. He opens the door to the bedroom, and there he stands. Because there is a lot of light in the hall, I can see only a silhouette. He looks like a very handsome man. As he steps through the doorway, he takes off his shirt. A magnificent chest emerges. One with dark chest hair and a treasure trail down. He is also wearing sweatpants, and by the looks of it, going commando: his penis is clearly visible. And by the looks of it a bigger size than I'd imagined! I'd like to feel that one inside me, I think! 'Are you ready for it slut? I want to fuck you! Bravely I answer, “Yes, sir". I notice how his heavy male voice makes me feel extremely horny and submissive. Because I am lying on my back, I can see that he is pulling down his pants and I reach for his big dick with my hand. This one is already completely stiff, I feel. The man comes closer to me and pushes his cock against my ass. Going between my cheeks, up and down. Mmmm, I moan. That feels so horny. It made me horny as hell. I think he noticed, because suddenly he thrust his big penis hard into me. The tears jumped into my eyes. While I still had to get used to his delicious cock in my ass, I pointed to the condoms next to the bed. 'Daddy, the condom...!' 'Don't fuss, slut! I'm going to fuck you without one. That's what you wanted...! He was right about that. This was what I actually wanted. I wanted to be overwhelmed. I wanted to be taken roughly. To be filled. With seed. I just never had the guts to admit to this carnal desire. The man pushed through. “Ouch,” I groaned. I didn't want to let him down, so I bit my tongue. Still, my moans escaped my mouth. The man bent down and put his hand on my mouth so I couldn't make a sound. I felt his penis going further and further inside me. I felt like I was being torn in two. The man moved in and out of my ass and suddenly pushed it completely inside me. It felt like lightning went through me: I was being piston fucked by this horny man. Fuck! How much it hurt! But what a wonderful feeling it was to be filled, too. The man pulled out again and rammed his big pole in rock hard again. He repeated this at a different pace each time: from rough and hard to slow and soft. Oh my, how horny I was getting! I began to enjoy it more and more and even gave counter motions to feel his hard cock inside me better. Apparently he found this horny because I heard him moan as well. Suddenly it seemed like he lost control over himself, sweat drops falling on me. He started fucking me faster and faster and harder. I heard his breathing quicken. 'I'm going to fill up your boy cunt, slut!” the man said. 'You want that, don't you? My seed in your ass'. I looked into his eyes, and hesitated a little.... Still, I nodded. It just felt so good. And I knew this was what I was made for.... I'm a bttm who has to take men's seed. That's my job. 'Say it out loud, slut. Say you want my seed'. 'Yes, daddy! I want your seed! Give me your seed!!!! Fuck it into me' With all the strength I had in me, I tightened my sphincter muscle. The man started panting harder and harder and suddenly he popped his penis so far inside me. I felt this was it. He pumped my ass full of his cum. My ass got all hot inside. It must have been many waves of seed - how much I didn't know. I was in a kind of trance of horniness. How good it felt! As if someone was giving me a warm gift inside. Delicious! He pulled out of my ass, and I watched him get dressed again. Then my eye fell on his hip, where there was a tattoo of a scorpion. 'What a nice tattoo,' I said, 'I'm a scorpion too! November 17 is my birthday' The man let out a laugh and looked at me 'If you want a present you'll have to wait a little longer.... Maybe you'll get the same tattoo from me then.' I looked at him unsure of what he meant, but he didn't seem to care. The man bent down again and gave a kiss. 'Send a message if you want another load' And before I knew it, the man was gone again. Naked I lay there, with my ass full of seed and a small cock that was still hard.

BEAUTIFUL ASS!

When I first wanted to start PrEP almost a decade ago I had to find an infectious disease doctor just to find one that even knew about it. The first doctor I went to basically tried to correct me that no such pill existed. Thankfully now pretty much every doctor has heard about it and unless I'm wrong I think every state nationally is under a federal mandate to provide this care. I know at least in my state there is. Currently my GP handles mine.

Nothing like fresh meat. Perfect answer to wanting continued anon or new partners. I think it’s… the hunt and chase that excites me…

NB: Sodi Bicarbonate mixed with, BOILED WATER (reduces risk of water born "bugs") is good for washing down site, after cleaning. This helps the stoma pad adhere to the skin more effectively. It is also a great relief from any itching that may occur particularly in warm weather. I used it when I needed an access for nutritional feeds. My thoughts are with you 😘😘😘.

That sucks. As a community, we are our own worst enemies when it comes to acceptance and inclusion. the people running these events are no saints in this regard. I was also put off the London Horse Fair, because on the website, I saw that you had to contact the organiser first if you hadn't attended before to be vetted as they only want 'hot' guys to attend. I remember going to a sportskit party at The Hoist in its last days where they had wrestling in pools filled with gunge. They were asking for volunteers, so I stepped up, only to be told - by the guy holding the microphone - thanks but we'll let the hot guys go first and you might get a go if there's time at the end. I left and never went back. The guy on the entrance of the Sauna in Waterloo that looked me up and down and said "save yer money, love, nobody in here will touch you." These experiences are hurtful and cutting at the time - play to our anxieties - and I certainly wont' forget them. Over time though, it does make me more determined to overcome these prejudices. Confidence is sexy, and if you can pull that off, you can have as much fun as you want. It just takes a while to get there.

I like my pits ripe AND hairy.

I have a big time sox fetish...on your back, legs up and spread wide, stinky fuck sockies on...snif, snif...better than poppers!! Always wear stinky fuck soxs when I breed or get bred!! Luv man smells!!!!!!!!!!! Heaven!!!🧑‍🦰🧦👣🥾😋

Thank you for the feedback. Hats off to the storytellers on here. I have read some amazing and quite fucked up stories that have left me wondering at the most inappropriate times and places. I can only wish to write as well as some of the people on here. Writing a story is quite difficult, not just in imagining the story but in structuring it, building interest and suspense, characters you want to follow, and finding the time to actually sit and write. So, the positive feedback everyone has given only motivates me and other writers to stay driven and write. So thank you 🙂

While I think it is undeniable that his is leaving office as a very unpopular president… I think when we get some perspective with time he will be seen as a very successful president (if Trump does not dismantle it all) including bringing the country back from the brink of a Covid induced economic meltdown (.yes inflation got really high … but so far a soft landing as in no resession ) he strengthened Obama care - getting lots more people enrolled (so hopefully the republicans will not be able to repeal it) and he passed the “inflation reduction act” - with lots of infrastructure spending… unfortunately it is just starting so the people didn’t feel the impact before the election and the chips act - or whatever it is called to support the start of micro chip production in the us (which will also create a lot of new jobs) and he had lots of small stuff too (over the counter birth control- like we care) and more but for lots of reasons - he was seen as an old dottery man ( well cause he is) so he was not able to get out and sell it (and take credit for it) but ya - I think in the end he figured- no one likes me - screw you all - Im looking out for my own

I got pretty much exactly the same one a couple of months ago. Was told that if I googled him that it would send an automatic alert to him and that he’d release everything he had. Idiot doesn’t know that I don’t click on links that are sent to me in emails unless I know the sender. I ended up deleting it - and (I think) blocking the address. Nothing heard from him since. I only every email offer people from this site who I haven’t met through protonmail.

Part 6; The Fuck. ''My Poz penis up in there, fucking you..... Oh YEAH.... I'm sodomizing your rectum, a real fucking cock-hole right there for bareback breeding.'' ''Oh fuuuuck, Sir.... Your toxic throbbing Man-Meat feels so good inside of me BARE, that's it, fuck my neg cunt.'' ''That is skin on skin power fucking.... Oh FUCK, you feel too damn good. I am having sex in your rectum and am gonna end up soaking it inside there.'' We fucked like this for a while when I suddenly pulled out.... ''Get my navy blue suitcase will you boy. It is inside the wardrobe over there in the corner.'' ''Yes, Sir. By the way, you fuck beautifully. No one has fucked me as well as you just did.'' ''Thank you boy. And no one has been as quite as a perfect fit for my penis as your rectum is. Made for each other.'' He got off the bed and brought over my navy blue suitcase, and his face of pure delight was a real picture when he opened it to be confronted with all kinds of Leather/Rubber goodies. He got me from my lying down position to sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but the Cock-ring he had put on me earlier. At my instruction and with his help we added to the current Cock-ring outfit my Muir and knee length Police Boots. ''Here, help me up will you...'' With my walking cane in one hand he guided me (bringing his rucksack with him) to the full length free standing mirror where I stood in front of it at a 45 degree angle. ''Look at what I have become, a shadow of the man that I am.'' From my reflection I suddenly noticed a redness on my penis. I touched it then tasted it... ''That's blood.'' ''Yes Sir, my neg cunt blood. That wasn't my teeth I was brushing. Don't worry, I'll clean you up from my neg blood and cunt juice so your carers don't see the evidence.'' On that note my boy knelt down down and licked my throbbing shaft clean with my hands gently placed on his head as I stared down at his arched out muscular plump big round bubble butt.... ''DAMN boy, you really do have the BEST round ass I have ever seen.'' He looked up at me. ''And I want you to grab hold of it as you fuck me again and dump your potent toxic seed deep inside of my bleeding neg cunt. And may I say Sir, I have never seen veins on a Dick bulge and protrude like yours do. I really want what is inside of them inside of me.'' He stood up and kissed me. Letting my walking cane drop to the floor I wrapped my thin cold arms around his back and clasped onto his beautiful young firm flesh with my cold and pale bony hands. My outer body was cold, but as we kissed deeply and passionately with his body supporting me upright deep inside of me was on fucking fire! We had been kissing for a while when he pulled his tongue out from my mouth and looked deep into my deep set eyes... ''I completely understand and realise that I am cut up and bleeding inside and that I am HIV neg, and that you are extremely highly infectious with HIV. I came here hoping that I might get knocked up, yet I also came for you as a fellow soul, and a beautiful soul you are. If anyone were to poz me I'd want it to be you, SIR. The thought of you being the sexy man and sweet soul that you are being with me for my entire life makes me feel incredibly special, not to mention insanely turned on.'' ''You are a very special young man, one who I am so happy to be sharing precious time with right now, your warm soft skin against my ravaged body is heavenly. My legs are hurting, I need to sit down.'' My sexy boy got my wheelchair and sat me down. There I sat, completely naked except my Muir, Police Boots and Cock-ring outfit, with my soul flying with euphoria, and with all of this I had a strong urge to enjoy something I had not had in a long time.... A cigar! ''In my blue case you'll find a pack of cigars, fetch them for me will you boy. I want to have a smoke.''

I’m calling cap in this voter. Many say one of the reasons of Democrats losses because they focused too much on Latinos and immigration. Harris campaign wasn’t offering vibes to Latino voters. They were offering tangible resources. I’ve been saying it for years, and I said it on here: most of the races of have experiences come from the Latino and Asian community. And unfortunately, lots of Latinos see the clearest, most pure form of whiteness in the Republican Party. They equate success and prosperity as proximity to whiteness. And unfortunately, as statistics show, they are not wrong. Ted Cruz, Marco Rubio, Geraldo Rivera, the list goes on and on. This may only be surprising to white voters. But everyone else has been saying this for decades: if the Democrats are depending on the flood of Latino voters to vote for them for the next century, they are on a fools errand.

Knowing .. that I have made the top cum , and it felt so good , the warm wet feeling… and submitting to him …

I've always loved getting my ass fucked deep and stretched wide. Self ff was my first goal and once I achieved that I wanted men with big manly hands to fist me. A couple months later I hooked up with an older man, he bred 3 loads inside my ass and a few weeks I didn't know that his fist had slid inside me till he told me. He always set the goals and I loved achieving them. When we broke up my 19 year old hole was sloppy af. A few years ago it was my first time taking it elbow deep. It was also his first time and I desperately wanted it for both of us. At times I thought it would never happen and it may even kill me. There were times when we were impatient and I bled then finally after 6 months we both figured it out and it was the best sexual experience I'd ever had. He stayed there for a while wriggling his fingers. He warned me that he wanted to pull out fast. I did ask him if he was sure that that would be OK. When he did I had the biggest prolapse ever and my asslips had no resistance so it was just hanging out. He punched it back in. He had rearranged my guts and tunneled out my hole so good that he started punch fisting me elbow deep. I know want it bicep deep and it may have already happened. I'm now obsessed with doubles and growing my prolapse. I hope I haven't reached my limit already and there is only one way too find out so I keep trying

My DNA is deep in there waiting for the next John to say hello.

Thanks you all on this topic for your POVs and opinions. Yeah, I know about Prep, I was doubting about it (a already had my checkup done when writing, just waiting to start on it, doubting about if it would be worthy to take it daily without having sex daily/weekly, because side effects and so on) But then, I discovered the “Prep on demand” on Google and thought: so, can I just take PREP for some days, enjoy this one-off, and if on the future go full casual sex bareback, just start again daily? Prep can be taken without having to adhere to it (respecting the takes when having sex of course)? I didn’t know, so I jumped on it. I went and took the pills from the pharmacy - went home and immediately took 2 pills instead of 1. Next day I again took 2 just to be sure, and texted the guy, so you wanna meet? I need to be bred, I’m horny 😄 He said yes, but to wait for the next day, in the evening after work. I said OK. STORY COMING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT, IF ANYTHING IS INTERESTED Next day I took only 1 pill that time, and went off to his place. I knew he isn’t man of talking (outside sex) so when I arrived, he was just waiting with the door unlocked and, when I opened it, there he was on the hall with only some briefs, looking me up to down and up, and vigorously touching his cock - “wow, how tall, I didn’t remember exactly how were you lol - are you ready? Suck it” as he quits his briefs and shows me his semi hard cock I start sucking his balls and then licking the cock, when I get to the head, it’s already hard. By then, all my nervous thoughts disappeared and I went to town. I was there like 10 minutes sucking, when I started to deepthroat a bit - he was like “wow”, put a feet on a near seat, both hands on my head, and started to try fucking my mouth until I couldn’t stop gagging - when I couldn’t take it anymore, he would stop some seconds, I would take a breath, and couldn’t resist coming back to sucking his head, which he took every time as a green light to mouth fuck me again until I couldn’t stop gagging again - we repeated this about 5-10 times Then he just said: come here, and got me into a bedroom. Told me to get everything off me (I only kept the jockstraps I was wearing for the occasion, bought recently just for this lol - I didn’t want to touch my dick, just feel being fucked raw, enjoy it. He was OK with it. Asked me if I had a preference for position, I said either riding him or missionary as it would be easier to start I think. He said OK, put me on the bed looking up, and started rimming my hole for some 5 or so minutes, it was heaven. Then put a bit of lube, and started to put the head in, without saying anything. He started to enter me and maybe it was the hot situation, I was just feeling pleasure from the start. He was fucking me with a good cadence, I had my hands grabbing his highs while he was fucking me, me looking up, back on the bed, my ass on the cliff of the bed, and he on his foot, standing. About 10 minutes in, I was just on pleasure, moaning a telling him how good it was, while he was just going to town, until he started to go a bit faster, grabbed my “male boob” and went “oh boy, oh boy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, aaaarh” and he came inside, I just felt a little little bit of the cock “pulsing” inside, if that makes sense. He kissed me, pulled the cock out of me lol, and went to grab some toilet paper to clean my hole (lol) After that, he was just chill with me, and I was just there, like: “well… I’m not leaving if you don’t tell me to leave…” haha. He asked me if I wanted to drink water, coffee or something, I said no, he came back with the briefs on, and told me if I wanted to cuddle a bit before going back home - I said yes While cuddling, I was still very horny, and took the conversation to the sex. Asked him if he enjoyed it (yes) and asked him if he usually did cruising or did a lot of others guys (no! Why do you think that! LOL) - after a while, he just admitted that yes, he’s a slut for fucking ass, I ask him about STDs then, if he ever got, that I wouldn’t mind… at first he was really annoyed (almost thinking he would send me home) but ended up saying that yes, he was poz, and that he was until some months ago undetectable, but went off meds because he thought he could and the meds were affecting him in other ways (didn’t explicit how) - he said he would say being clean and neg to not scare guys (that’s why last year in theory he told me so) but now, that he’s probably “toxic”, he’s just like don’t ask don’t tell - that’s the story he told me, I didn’t 100% buy it, but whatever. I told him I was ok with it, that it was his life, that the important thing was to enjoy the moment and so on. He asked me if I was OK with knowing him being poz and possibly toxic, while me being neg, I said that sure, that it even turned me on (I supposed he was turned on because of it, so I said that to test waters) He was “really? then don’t come back crying at me if you get something from me, are you neg?” I said yes, that I was tested. He suddenly asked: do you want to fuck round 2? I said yeah, come on This second time I sucked him a bit but went far quicker into anal. Missionary style this time him also on the bed. I could tell (maybe because it being the 2nd round) that he was able to go faster, and lasted about 10-15 minutes. While fucking me, sometimes, randomly, would slow the rhythm and make harsh penetrations (IDK how to describe it? Like pulling the cock 90% out and then boom, all in full speed, like trying to take a wall down inside my ass lol) I would especially moan when he did that In the last 3-4 minutes he started to do a bit of what I call “poz talk”, asking me if I was enjoying it, telling me he was marking me as his, that he would knock me up for sure, “do you want to take my poz cum inside you, do you?” I said yes, and suddenly he collapsed over me, keeping fucking me like crazy, and this time started to kiss me like he was possessed, like he was trying to eat my mouth/tongue literally, it was an insanely hard moment where I was overwhelmed with this harsh kissing and the fucking - it was heaven. He started to make a gwrr sound and came inside. He just stopped but kept the dick inside will kept kissing me more slowly, the kiss at this point was a full of spit mess over my mouth, and we were enjoying it. It was like if he was also trying to “penetrate and fuck me” with his tongue on me mouth and getting my mouth full of his spit. 2-3 minutes after he separated a bit, looked me in the eyes without saying anything, smiled, and collapsed, back in bed, by my side. He was wasted, and he told me so lol. He was like “I needed that” lol This time I went for the toilet paper to clean a bit (and god lord, just in time to avoid making a mess with a sudden fart I didn’t expect to be that liquid), clothed myself, said goodbye, and left him on the bed, naked, flaccid and smiling a bit. Since then, about a week ago, we’ve fucked 2 more times, but more “normal”, like the first fuck, not this second - still, a bit of poz talk when reaching climax seems to be his thing To this moment he seems to not care/want to talk about anything STD related, what I mean is, he didn’t ask me if I was on prep or anything, so I wonder what must he be thinking about our deal, but whatever, we’re enjoying it for the moment, so whatever

My buddy's fat cock in my ass.

Part 8 Rob hung out for a few minutes at the refreshment station while finishing his drink and chatted with a few of the other Tops. Somehow this environment had caused him to let his guard down a little and everyone was so welcoming to him. He still felt like some of the guys were just checking him out cause they secretly wanted to bottom for him, especially after they had seen him in action. Overall though, the talk was more about using bottoms and there was a general consensus that busting a nice tight cherry hole was the absolute best. He quickly added a little feedback on the tablet related to the holes he had used so far. The ginger received the best marks for the way his ass milked Rob’s cock. He also commented that there should be some sort of prize for the winners at the fuck racing station, because in his mind “winning the race” was solely due to the skill of the Top and had nothing to do with the hole he was fucking. “A Top like me should be recognized and admired for my skills” he typed into the comment section. Rob went back to fuck the ginger again. That bottom seemed the most appreciative of his cock so far. There was just something about seeing his own dark pubes up against that lily white ass when he was balls deep. The ginger was still bound in the same position on the fuck bench. It was obvious that his hole had been used non-stop since Rob fucked him earlier in the night. There weren’t tick marks or anything on the ass like he had seen on the two bottoms at the racing station, but clearly the ginger’s hole had been filled many times. Cum was leaking out the ginger’s ass to the point that it was almost a steady flow. Yet that pink hole still quivered begging for more cock even if it didn’t close tight anymore. It might not be as tight as it once was but that wasn't going to stop Rob from fucking it again. As Rob slid his cock into the welcoming opening, the ginger pushed his ass back and pleaded with Rob to give him another load. The ginger’s ass felt so different than it did earlier. It was now so silky and wet. Rob could see his cock coated with cum each time he pulled the shaft out, and he heard a squishy sound as he drove it back in. Rob was used to pumping multiple loads into a bottom and using his early loads as lube, but he had never experienced this feeling of fucking a fully loaded cum dump. Despite his competitive nature and unwillingness to basically share anything, he was now realizing the benefits of tag-teaming or sharing a cum dump. The wet slick feeling as his fat cock rubbed against the inside of the bottoms fuck tunnel was wonderful. Not that it was important, but the ginger cum dump seemed to be enjoying the fuck as well. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he kept repeating the words - “Yes, Yes, Yes – pound my hole; give me your seed!” The feeling was great, but Rob did notice some of his audience was wandering away. He wasn’t sure where they were going, but in his opinion they should be taking notes on how to fuck. His observation caused him fuck a little harder and faster which in turned triggered him to shoot another load deep up the greedy cum dump’s ass. A loud almost animalistic howl brought him out of his post climax euphoria. “What was that,” he said out loud. One of the other guys grabbed him by the arm and replied “Based on the way that bottom howled it sounds like Dolf is here wrecking another hole – Come with me to watch the show” There was quite a crowd gathering around this particular play area. As Rob looked at the video screen he wasn’t sure whether it was some sort of camera trick, but there was a small little ass that was being stretched to its capacity by a cock that looked as thick as Rob’s wrist. Watching that cock pumping and out of the hole on the video screen, he couldn’t tell how long it was because he never saw the head; but it was big. He worked his way through the gathering crowd so he could see the owner of that monster cock. Apparently from what he heard, the man was named Dolf. When he got closer he was able to see the mystery man. He was a massive muscle bound blonde stud. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Rob was intimidated. Dolf was 6’5” tall furry blonde with 250 pounds of chiseled muscle. Rob was proud of his own six pack abs, but this stud had an eight pack and the way they rippled made the muscled abs look like speed bumps. Rob had a clear view of Dolf’s ass because he was wearing latex shorts similar to Rob. The exception being that Viking’s shorts had the full ass cut out and exposed. He certainly now understood what Nick was trying to tell him in the leather store earlier in the day. There was no mistaking that this guy was a dominant Top and if someone was lusting after that ass it would be because they wanted to bury their face between the hard furry cheeks and worship the hairy hole in between with their tongue. Dolf was quite the Norse Viking God and he was clearly meant to be served. Dolf was making no effort in being gentle with this bottom. The bottom was a small Asian looking guy with a gymnast’s body. His legs were bound to a spreader bar and raised up towards his shoulders. Rob wondered how many party drugs were used to get this bottom compliant so that he could take that cock. His eyes and mouth were wide open and he was panting. Dolf would sense whenever the bottom was getting used to his cock and pile drive it in, or punch fuck the sides of cock tunnel he was drilling to try to open the ass further and just to make the bottom appreciate the fuck more. Rob learned from one of the other guys that Dolf’s cock was a full 11” long. The head was thick in of itself but the cock widened significantly toward the base. The fuck show was a true performance and nearly everyone was stroking their own cock as they watched, including Rob. Dolf’s eyes scanned the room and he would nod and acknowledge people. Rob swore he even looked at him directly in the eyes and smiled while he was brutally pounding away. From the video screen Rob could see there was a tattoo on Dolf’s massive cock. He couldn’t quite make out what the tattoo was while the fucking was going on, but after Dolf deposited his seed deep in the now delirious bottom with one final power thrust and pulled out his cock, the tattoo design was clear. It was a large black scorpion.

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

Part 9 Eric and Shaun swapped places and Shaun had Bobby clean his cock as Eric fingered the boy. Shaun held Bobby's head because he knew Bobby would like it and he told Eric how much Bobby wanted to be held so Eric put his arm around Bobby and squeezed him tight as he fingered him. Shaun asked Bobby if he was happy being held by his two men and Bobby went into another orgasm which answered the question. His cock started to get hard so he slowly fucked his little brother's throat and held his head as he told Eric all that he learned about Bobby. Eric listened and then teased Bobby about his wanting to be seduced, chemmed and pozzed. Bobby purred like a kitten in response. Eric sent Shaun to get cleaned up and get the place ready as he talked to Bobby and decided what the future would be. Since Bobby liked being the innocent boy Eric told him that he was to be their little boy and he put Bobby's thumb into his mouth and told him that Shaun and he would be his new parents and would hold and love him, Bobby again went into his orgasmic convulsions but didn't cum as his cock had already gone dry. Eric told him that he looked like a real boy since he couldn't cum and told him he was never ever to jerk off again and certainly would never top. If Bobby touched himself then he'd be put in chastity. Eric told him that on his birthday he wanted Bobby to be fucked by 21 guys, one for each year. Bobby assumed that meant tomorrow and didn't know that tonight at midnight it would happen. Seeing how Bobby knew and wanted to be corrupted Eric told him that he'd find some nice babysitters to watch him and he better be a good boy or he'd tell the babysitters they could spank him. Eric decided he'd keep Bobby spun all night but not completely twisted and set up a pipe and gave it to Bobby. As Bobby smoked Eric told him that even though he was nearly a 21 year old man that he was to emotionally and in his behavior become a little boy in his head. He should always suck his thumb at home when he didn't have a cock or pipe in it. As a little boy you'll do what your Daddy or big brother say even if you're scared Eric told him and saw the boy's eyes show he was high again and he had Bobby get on the floor on his knees and told Bobby to be a good boy and drink as he started pissing down the boy's throat. Bobby was rubbing his hole with his thumb as he drank his Daddy's piss and Eric told him that when he wasn't sucking his thumb he should put it in his boypussy. Bobby loved being used but didn't like the taste but told himself that there were probably more things Eric or Shaun wanted that he wouldn't like but he knew he could do it because he wanted to be their boy. Eric knew they'd all have fun together and wanted to spend a few minutes with Shaun so he sent Bobby to the shower and told him not to come out until every hair except his head, eyebrows and eyelashes was gone. Bobby walked to the bathroom and Eric saw he was again sucking his thumb and hoped one day soon to find the boy doing so in his sleep. Shaun was setting up the bar as Eric walked up behind him and put his right arm around him as he held out the pipe in his left and told Shaun to keep smoking until it was done. As Shaun smoked Eric told him he loved him and how much fun they were going to have with Bobby. Eric told him he was a man and his lover but Bobby was their boy and he'd love him too but Shaun was his number one. Eric knew over the next few weeks and maybe longer he'd spend a lot of time with Bobby and wanted Shaun to feel secure. By the time Shaun set the pipe down Eric was ready and pushed him against the wall and pushed down his shorts and smiled as he slid into Shaun's ass as he knew he would be prelubed. Eric stroked Shaun as he fucked him and told him he was never to stroke Bobby. Eric came quickly and after having Shaun clean his cock he dropped to his knees and blew Shaun. Shaun was so excited that he shoot off quickly and then Eric stood up and kissed Shaun and shared his load with him. Eric filled in Shaun on the plans for the night then went and got his party supplies ready as Shaun finished setting up for the party. Bobby shaved his body and found he liked the smooth look and knew he'd never look like a man all shaved and smiled because he was a happy boy. He was about to piss in the shower as he always did but instead he laid down and pissed towards his face and got some in his mouth and swallowed it but wished it was Eric's. After drying off he walked to his room naked and saw Shaun sitting there with a pile of clothes. Shaun dressed his little brother just as he did when they were younger. Bobby loved the attention his brother made to the little details. He put him in tight white boys briefs and when Bobby saw himself in the mirror sucking his thumb and wearing just a white T-shirt tucked into the white briefs he got excited and as Shaun brought a polo shirt he saw the boy cock was chubby and growing and actually looked massive in the size 14 briefs he stopped and rubbed Bobby's crotch making the boy moan. He then told his brother to lift his arms and put the shirt on him and then whispered into his ear that he needed to learn to ignore his cock and only think of other men's cocks and his boypussy. Bobby for the first time realized that his cock wasn't going to give him pleasure and asked if it was ok to hurt it and Shaun said he was sure they could do that. Just as Shaun picked some tight jeans Eric came in and gave him a butt plug and said he wanted Bobby's boypussy plugged all the time. The plug wasn't big but had a real thin neck making it comfortable for longtime use. Shaun had Bobby pull his briefs down to his thighs and then bent him over the bed and told Bobby to lick the plug and Shaun licked his hole. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to eat his brother all day and regretted not doing it years ago. Eric passed Shaun a shard and said that should keep his pussy hungry for a while and said he needed to leave the room before he mounts the boy again. Bobby enjoyed knowing that Eric wanted him. Shaun pushed the shard in then the plug and had Bobby stand and pulled up his briefs. After the jeans went on Bobby started wiggling his ass showing the bump was working. Between his tight jeans, bubble butt and his wiggling Shaun thought he looked like a walking advertisement for legalizing raping boys. Shaun smiled and thought the guys tonight were going to love his little brother and he got his worn Yankees cap and placed it on Bobby and told him to stay in his room until he or Eric got him. When Shaun found Eric in the kitchen he told him Bobby was dressed but he had him wait in his room. If I stayed near him for another minute I was gonna rip his clothes off and fuck him again. Eric was amazed at how much Bobby brought out the top in Shaun and decided to remind him that like Bobby he was a sub for Eric and he told Shaun to pull both of their pants down. He spun Shaun around and bent him over and spit on his hole then he pushed a shard in and two fingers pushed it deep, then he had Shaun pull up his pants and get back on his knees and suck Eric's black tool. Eric told Shaun that he could fuck Bobby tonight in front of everyone but otherwise he too was going to be a cumdump. Tonight both of you will be knocked up and then bobby's pussy will become a hole for all of our friends but your pussy is for me only. But since he knew how hungry Shaun could get he wanted the two brothers to use double headed dildos together often and maybe even tonight they could put on a show. Eric didn't cum as he wanted to save it for later but he spit in Shaun's mouth just before the first guest arrived. As Shaun went to the door Eric went to get Bobby but first grabbed a pipe. Bobby was lying on his bed and looked so young and innocent he made Eric hard again instantly. As he rubbed his crotch he saw Bobby stare at it and asked the boy if he had rubbed his own but Bobby told him he didn't and he loved wiggling his butt with the plug in it. Eric told Bobby to sit up and handed him the pipe and told him to use it. Once Bobby had taken two hits Eric took the pipe away and said that's enough for now and that the first guest arrived. They walked hand in hand to join Shaun and their guest.

Part 6 Eric and Shaun got home just before sunrise and Eric needed some sleep but first he gave Shaun a smaller slam to make sure he was twisted and would corrupt his little brother and Viagra so he'd stay hard. They had already agreed that Bobby would live with them and that he was gonna be a total bottom slut. Eric turned on the cameras and told Shaun what to do and then set his alarm for noontime and quickly crashed as he dreamed about his boys. Shaun got everything ready then he climbed in the bed with his sleeping brother. Bobby woke up as he felt Shaun touching him. When Shaun saw his eyes open he kissed his brother and they French kissed like lovers. "Did you enjoy yourself last night, Bobby?" "I wished it never ended, I don't even remember falling asleep." "Do you want to be me and Eric's boy?" "Fuck yeah but can I live with you? I can't go home now, I need you." "If you stay you will do what you are told." "I'll do anything you and Eric want just let me stay with you guys." Shaun picked up the glass pipe and told his brother to smoke it until he said to stop. As Bobby smoked away he watched as Shaun pulled out his plug and saw the cum dripping out. Shaun told him that after he fell asleep that they went to a sex club and for hours men fucked and filled him with cum. Bobby watched as Shaun kept sucking on his fingers that he would shove up his cummy hole and Bobby wanted them. He told him he didn't know how many guys came in him and soon you'll be a cumdump too. Bobby finished the pipe and Shaun brought his cum covered finger to Bobby's mouth and when Bobby sucked them he knew his brother was ready. Shaun told Bobby to remove his butt plug and Shaun lifted the boy's legs and ate out the puffy hole. Bobby reached for his cock and Shaun stopped him and told him to concentrate on his boyhole. They kissed and Shaun fingered his brother. Bobby felt his boyhole tingle and started shaking his ass as the feeling got stronger and his brother kept fingerring him until his first cumless anal orgasm roared through his body. "That's a good boy, getting off on me finger fucking your boyhole. Bobby, feel this." And Shaun pushed another finger in and poked the boy's prostate sending him into a bigger orgasm that kept getting stronger until his soft little cock shot out its seed. Bobby hugged Shaun and thanked him and told him he loved him. Shaun told him he loved him too but said there was no need to thank him at least not yet. He explained that a bottom boy could cum over and over again although usually dry so sex doesn't end at orgasm as long as it's from your hole you can keep going. Bobby told him he never would touch his cock again and only wanted anal orgasms. Shaun told him he had to take care of his hole and then led him to the bathroom and showed him how to clean himself out and shave completely. The best part is feeding your hole he told his anxious little student then led him back to the bedroom and put on some backback breeding orgy porn. Shaun then gave his brother a much larger bump and then placed on the bed some dildos, lube and some condoms full of cum. He opened the package of lube and spread it on the smallest dildo and pushed it into his brother who started to ride it immediately like a good boy. Then he picked up the medium dildo and opened a condom spreading the cum all over the dildo then pushing it into his own hole. He told his brother that once your hole gets use to cum it wants more so he always picks up some used condoms at the bathhouses. Shaun told Bobby that if he stayed he'd have to take every cock and load of cum that either he or Eric told him. Bobby agreed and was twitching his ass indicating that the bump was hitting him hard. They watched the video as guy after guy bred a smooth twink boy. Bobby was really getting into the video and was so high he needed more than the small dildo and was eyeing the huge one and the condoms. Seeing how hungry his little brother was he got him to easily agree to the other rules Eric wanted. Bobby asked his brother to fuck him but Shaun told him that he had to wait until his party tomorrow but he could use the big dildo but first he had to suck the cum out of one of the strangers condoms and then use another to lube the dildo. Shaun nearly came as he saw Bobby grab and rip a condom open with his teeth and swallow the load that was probably toxic. Bobby then grabbed another condom and ripped it open and coated the big dildo then hanged out the small one and shoved in the big one. Shaun was amazed how far the boy had changed in less than a day. He picked up the smaller dildo Bobby had used and brought it to the boy's lips and loved hearing and seeing his brother start orgasming as it entered his mouth.