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Part 1 I needed a change of scenery. I’d recently tested positive, and it seemed like I needed to start a new chapter in life. While I loved Chicago and had a killer high rise condo overlooking the lake I really hated the frigid winters. It meant I’d probably miss my poz daddies; Jason and Paul, (see my prior storyline) but Arizona was calling me with it’s warmth and sunshine. My firm acquired a boutique company in Phoenix and wanted me to lead the team there and to integrate that office into the portfolio. I jumped at the chance, accepted the offer and then sold my place at a huge profit. Salivating at how far my money would go, I found an amazing home in the foothills overlooking the valley. It was a completely private, desert modern architecture home, with walls of glass. The great room, dining, kitchen and master suite all spill out into a lavish backyard with indoor/outdoor living, a guest casita and an infinity edge pool with endless views. I was quickly imagining the pool filled with naked men and envisioning hosting some great poz fuck-fests. I’m slammed at work putting in 12–14-hour days nonstop. True to form, the POZ DNA flowing through me has me noticing every guys bulge as they walk through the office. I can’t seem to get any free time to seek out dick and don’t dare hit up any of these men at work. I got home late that Friday evening but actually have decided I can take the weekend off. I’ve been hitting the typical apps but I can’t seem to find any poz tops posting much. If some guy does chat they then seem to disappear as we get ready to close the deal. Frustrated, I then decide, fuck it, I’m going to need to hire a guy. I need to get some poz cum in my ass and hopefully be able to flip and help a stud get recharged as well. I open a gay escort app and start scrolling the ads when I see one that my cock says I need to check out. I like men to look real and have an edge to them. As I pull up the guy’s profile I see this mature stud leaning on the hood of a cherry red Dodge Charger Hellcat. His profile is titled DangerousTop69 and he’s online now. His profile says he’s 53, 6’ 2”, 205 lb.’s, is mostly bald, with a tight beard, and a decent body. He’s got a huge bulge in his black slacks. Tattoos cover most of his arms but they look different than most with not a great deal of ink and roughly drawn. His shirt is strategically open and he sports just the right amount of light chest hair. I scroll through the profile which says he’s Top/Vers, has an 8” cock, and only plays raw. His ad claims he can stay hard for hours and is a heavy cummer and able to cum multiple times. His hashtags, say #Breeder, #Spit Play, #Rough, #Raw, #Multiple Cummer, #Group sessions Best, and the final one reads #Pozitive Experience. The Heath Status line is blank and I’m thinking, this is promising. As I scroll through the photos, his naked photos are definitely hot and has me slowly stroking my dick. He’s got a biohazard tattoo on his left obliques alongside the happy trail leading to his cock. The next pic is of his penis which has a heavy gauge PA and then a scorpion tattoo running down his shaft with the stinger dripping red drops. He then has a pic where he’s spreading his slightly hairy ass, showing an enticing hole and a taint piercing. I’m so fucking turned on and need this stud. I click on his contact info which shows his Phone #. I immediately text him saying, I just saw your ad on the app and I’ve got to have the cock tearing up my ass. Almost immediately he asks me what I’m looking for and I till him I’m an unmedicated raw bottom/verse, into to oral, getting spit on/in, getting skull fucked, love eating ass and getting rimmed. I tell him I’m recently poz and that I love poz cum up my ass. I need to get fucked and will flip if he’s wants me to. He responds back, commenting I seem like a hot guy. He shares that he’s been off his meds for two years and has an extremely high viral load. He asks if I’m looking for tonight and lets me know his rate. I tell him I’m good for a full evening if he’s available and I soon give him my address. He says he should be here in about 45 minutes, giving me time to get cleaned up and prepared. After a quick shower, I throw on tight boxer briefs and t-shirt, grab some poppers and towels and set them next to the outdoor sofa by the pool. I turn on the pool lights, switch on the waterfall and heat the hot tub. Dimming the interior lights I pour myself a 32 yr old scotch as the door bell rings. Opening the door, I’m met by this tall stud, nicely dressed in a tight black shirt, form fitting high end slacks and gloss polished dress shoes. He pulls me into a hug and introduces himself as Tom. Holy fuck he’s even hotter in person. I offer him a drink and he tells me whatever I’m having is fine . He’s quickly drawn to the pool and the night view of the valley. We end up on the outdoor couch enjoying the view. He asks if I mind him lighting a joint and I tell him only if he shares. We take a couple hits and are soon feeling a nice buzz. He notices my glass is now empty and offers to get the bottle to refill my glass. My eyes follow his tight ass in the slacks and his confident strut as he returns with the bottle pouring each of us a generous portion. I comment on his style and share it’s rare to see a dude looking so refined on an out call. He share’s he likes making a positive impression and getting dressed up for new clients. Tom tells me he just started doing this a couple months ago and his prior circumstances didn’t really allow dressing up and he feel’s much sexier doing so. Taking a couple more hits, we’re sitting there chilling back and enjoying each others company. He’s stroking my legs and lets his hand brush up lightly on my cock which has definitely got me hard. Tom states he needs to get more comfortable and stands up. He slowly unbuttons his shirt letting it fall open to show his chest and pulls his belt off which he places around my chest and pulls me into him. I bury my face into his chest and am soon nibbling on his nipples. Hearing a soft groan, I’m assuming he’s enjoying the attention. He pushes me back, then continues slowly undressing by removing the shoes and then slowly unzipping the fly and allowing the slacks to fall. He’s now standing there in a tight pair of grey designer trunks. He says I must like what I’m seeing as I clearly have a wet spot from my cock leaking. Appraising this hot man, I comment on his tats which cover his arms, chest and legs. I share that I’ve never seen this type that look like hand drawn crude outlines. He looks deeply into my eyes and says well you seem cool and I want to be honest. I got these all in prison over the past 15 years. Slightly taken aback, I hesitate but then smile as I tell him that is fucking hot. Relieved, he confirms that I’m cool and asks if I really like it a little rough. Confirming his question, Tom then straddles me on between his knees and leans into me for a deep kiss. We’re soon devouring each other’s mouths and exploring deeply with our tongues. Hot passion is building as we keep deep kissing every once in a while he pulls back a bit and spits in my mouth. I replying with a low moan and we continue for a good ten minutes. Pulling aside, Tom, pushes me back, pulls my T-shirt off, followed by my briefs. Tom then pulls his trunks off releasing his hard cock. It’s definitely 8 1/2” if not more, hard as steel and precum is leaking from his slit. He yanks me up from the couch and pushes me to my knees; even with his cock. Sitting back down on the couch he looks at me and yells, suck it slut. My mouth slowly takes in his hard rod as my tongue plays with his head. I’m soon working up a good rhythm taking more of him. While I’m taking it slow, he’ll have none of that. He thrusts his hands on the back of my head as he stands up and begins to skull fuck me. I start to gag as he pulls me deeper. I’m struggling and he pulls off as he sees me turning red. As I’m catching my breath, he then grabs my face holding my mouth open and says I must need more lube. He hawks up and then delivers a heavy load of spit into my mouth. Swallowing I say yes sir that must be it, as he then delivers several more shots of snot into my willing mouth. Now don’t forget to breathe through your nose like a good hole, he demands. He then grabs the poopers and shoves them under my nostrils as I take several deep huffs. As the rush hits me, Tom slams his cock into my open mouth and quickly slides down my throat. He again starts a deep skull fuck and continues pounding into my mouth repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. After a few minutes of this attack he pulls out with his cock covered in my throat juice and drool. He states it’s time for this cock to be in your ass. I reply, please sir breed me with your toxic cum.

based on my last two visits to a Sunday afternoon sex club. Based on a true story. Last week, he thrusted his fat cock in me. It hurt as he stretched me wide. I hadn’t had a cock that fat in me in a long time. As he grunted his hairy belly banged my nuts til they ached and after five minutes, without warning, he shot a raw load in me grinding it deep, his legs quivering. When all his seed was in, he pulled out and I saw that barbed wire tat on his cock. It straddled his circ scar - it made me wanna cum but I didn’t. Then he left. I flexed my aching hole: I wanted him in me for as long as possible, get to absorb his sperm, not drip out down my leg. This week, I went early, so as to get a second chance with him. He was already there. Short, stocky, hairy. Not a long cock but really wide - like a can. I wanted to taste him, gag on that cock. He was rimming you. You on the bench, a stained red jock strap trying to contain your hard cock with your hole on full display, legs pulled back by your arms. I could see where he had worked you, the ginger hair on your arse cheeks and crack showing the direction his tongue had travelled. He had done a good job not just on your hole. You were groaning. I wanted to taste you but he was too busy there. I approached you and him. He got up. Very much my type: a pig, pierced nipples and a leather harness over his chunky shoulders down his chest, the straps meeting at a metal cock ring. Nice touch, he hadn’t had that last week. He chewed on my nipples as he fingered your hole. He was getting you ready. Fat fingers and spit sliding in and out of your tight hole, rotating his hand. He and I kissed, hard and slow, passionate. At odds to his rough breeding from last week. My cock was straining, the head poking out of my jock strap. Fuck, I could have exploded there and then had me touched it. It was obvious now that this was a threesome. I tried to manoeuvre next to you. Maybe he was going to fuck us both next to each other, him taking turn between us, mixing fluids between the three of us - creating a connection. I would really work for that load, clench the cum out of him. I wanted him breed me, not you. His hand reached behind me, pulled me over. As he turned his back on me, he was struggling to get in you but when he finally did, you gasped. It hurt. I remembered that feeling. That was my hole last week, it stung as he pushed through. Fuck that was hot hearing you. I knew exactly when he had entered you. This man, a hot pig using only his spit and precum for lube. I love fucks like that. Raw. He waited. He wanted me to fuck him as he fucked you. Beads of sweat dripping through the hair on his arse - he had been busy this afternoon. How many holes in here had been stretched wide open by him? Fuck, that’s hot, I thought. He took the bottle of poppers you’d just hit, and took a deep breath. Then he grabbed a bottle of lube and coated my cock in it, pulling my foreskin all the way back. The lube mixed with his sweat and my precum. He guided me to his hole hot and hairy, soaked in sweat. I pushed in through the hair as he guided his hole to cock. I could feel his warmth and then I was in. As he started on you, you moaning in pain, I stood still, him working the length of my shaft. He was talented - simultaneously a brutal top and a power bottom. Fuck, this was hot. Although my arse wanted that dick, rawing his hole was perfect. His musky scent was intoxicating, his arse hair sticking to my groin. We had a rhythm going and by now your hole although it still hurt was getting looser, the poppers working. I reached forward to try and feel him around your ring but his muscular, veiny thighs blocked the way. I imagined his tat rubbing along inside you, his precum lubing your innards. Suddenly, he stopped, him in you, me in him, he gripped his hole around the head of my cock. He started to shake, as he tried to stop cumming. It was too late, no matter how hard tried, he’d gone too far. He started to groan, drove his cock into you as I pushed forward, trying to get in as deep as possible. I wanted to his hole. As he spurted, his hole flexed around my cock. Man, I wanted this to last longer, and I had thought I would be getting his load, not you. After a minute of convulsions, he withdrew. Was he going to abruptly leave like last week? He went to kiss you as he played with your gape, spreading it open, keeping you wide. He beckoned me over to your cunt. He was preparing it for me. I bent down to eat you. As you hit the poppers, I tongued you, you wanted me to get to his load, offer it up to me. You groaned as you tried to push out a rosebud. Not quite there yet, I thought to myself, but you have potential, especially the way you can close and re-open that gape. You tasted good, even better knowing he’d been in there. As you slowly closed up, he got on the bench and stood up, forcing your legs wide open. He was in control, he wanted me to add my load in you. I was so close to cumming, I had to slide in slowly and just wait. He brought his crotch to my face, he pushed the poppers under my nose. I inhaled. Heart pounding, he rammed his semi hard cock in my mouth. I finally got that taste I had been craving: the very last drips of his cum and the taste of your arse. Fuck, he was wide, fuck this tasted good, his fat low hangers swinging back and forth. Could I work another load out of him? I tried to work up a rhythm that didn’t tip me over the edge. I started off slow, long, deep thrusts. So deep, I felt the tip of my cock push against your second ring. My bush was getting through your sloppy hole. My cock must have, at this point, been with his load. If I hadn’t thought that, I might have been able to carry on longer - maybe get his load down my throat. I rammed it in you, as I came, my groans were almost inaudible with his now hardening in my mouth, his cock entering my throat. He withdrew, jumped down, slapped me hard on the arse and headed back to the cloak room. I helped work a load out of you. A thick, white rope to add to the jizz on your stained jock strap. I remembered him pawing at your hole. I squeezed and fingered it. It was wrecked. You grunted and tried to push out a load. I pulled my fingers out and we sucked them. Was that him and me we could taste. I left you, hole still on display - how many other loads would you take? Man, your hole would look even better later. I made my way to the lockers. He had already left but I had both him and you still on my cock in the folds of my foreskin. I was going to stroke my cock later on and get to taste both of you again.

As a top I love to fuck a guy in a sling , pulling the willing bottom on to my cock (and I’ve never fucked a guy n a sling who wasn’t on heat) Extra points to the ones with a towel over there eyes ,although looking in a guy as you cum in him is hot. The sound of softly clanking chains in the dark is so hot.

I’ve got a great picture of my swollen lips after … a dark and stormy night. But I’ll be damned if I know how to shrink it enough to fit the size requirements!

This bi guy fucked me on and off for a couple of days and invited more than a dozen guys to come to my hotel. He would plant a load in my ass every time another guy did. I got bred 30 times in two days, easily. The thumbhole in my profile was taken that weekend at some point. It was so fucking hot!

This was probably 8 years ago. I lived in San Francisco and had met this muscled Latino daddy. He offered to take me to the Berkeley bathhouse and white me out. Before we went in he smoked me out with a joint that was laced with T and a Gatorade that had g. I was so excited I thought it was just really good weed. we went in and there was a waitlist for the rooms so we got lockers. I thought the excitement of how packed the place was, the smells, and the hot guys, was what had me rushing. the daddy told me go check the place out and come back here when they called our number. I walked back to this fort looking structure where men on the upper level where getting their dick sucked by those on the lower one. Their dicks were at mouth level. I started sucking this black daddy’s dick. He told me to not let his dick out of my mouth and kept feeding me poppers. Pretty soon I had swallowed his load. as I was walking around I found this hallway that seemed to narrow down packed full of naked sweaty guys. Pretty soon I couldn’t keep going forward or go back because there were guys all around me touching me. I lost my towel and pretty soon one guy pushed me forward and rammed his dick in me while another spit roasted me. My head was swirling and time lost meaning while I got a lot of dicks. At some point I managed to stumble out of there and go to the steam room that had a shower inside. I rinsed off and saw this big hairy bear stroking his dick staring me intently. I knelt in front of him and he held my head and face fucked me holding my head down and making me choke every few bobs up and down. I held onto him until he pinned me down and came down my throat. when I walked out of the steam room I heard our number called and the daddy waiting for me by the counter. While I paid for the upgrade he grabbed my butt and stuck his thick middle finger in my cummy lubed up and sweaty ass. I felt a burn and I thought it was just how much I had already gotten fucked When we got in the room he ate my ass and the loads in it and fucked me while making out with me. We rested with the door open watching guys go by. I let him know which ones I was interested in and after a few he started guessing. Once we were on the same page he blindfolded me and had me suck his dick clean which tasted great I had never done ass to mouth. Soon he said, come in, and I felt someone come in and close the door. I felt weight on the bed and hands on my ass. Two fingers went in roughly and again the burn. Pretty soon this thick dick went in all the way to his balls. At this point I was stroking daddy’s dick because and trying to accommodate the dick.

I met up with a hot top a couple of mornings ago who fucked me in their yoga studio. He hit me up on Grindr a while ago, and after several failed attempts, we finally set last Thursday morning as the time to connect. I woke early, cleaned up and out, checked my caged cock, did some work, and got a message later saying to come by whenever. The address was only two blocks away, so I grabbed my poppers and was out the door. A few minutes later, I was walking the stairs toward a second-story yoga studio, knocked on the door and he opened the door. Really fucking hot dude. Large, wide-open studio with a mirrored wall and a chair and massage table in the corner. We made out a bit, then we broke off, and he went over to the chair, dropped his shorts and sat. “Suck it” while holding his dick. I stripped, walked over, got on my knees, and started working his beautiful cock hard. After a few minutes, he told me to bend over the table, which I did. He lubed me up, placed his cock head at my hole, I snorted my poppers, and he slid inside. Fuck it felt good. We watched ourselves in the mirror as he worked my hole. A few minutes later, he told me to get on my back, which I did, and he slid back inside as I poppered up once more. He started straight into my eye as he worked my hole harder and harder. I felt him get more intense and focused and then the faithful words …. “I’m gonna cum”… and he started jerking and moaning, and I was begging for it…I could feel his cock twitch and I swear I felt the loads hit the walls of my ass. As we came down, he pulled out, I stood up and made out with him briefly then knelt to clean off his cock. I gently took it in my mouth and slowly worked it… savouring the taste and remaining firmness. I mixed cleaning him with making out, and then he put me back on the table and dove his tongue into my hole, all while staring into my eyes. It was so hot… his tongue deep into my open hole. I poppered up again, then he stood up, slide his cock back in me, and started to work my open-loaded hole. Fucking god – it felt so good! I was a moaning bitch in heat and couldn’t get enough. Finally, he pulled out again, and I dove onto his cock with my mouth again and cleaned up the slick of cum that coated his cock. We made out a good long time, then started chatting and exchanged our names… and agreed to do this often. I headed home to shower before heading into the office, but not before I allowed the load to slip from my ass into my hand, lapping it up and savouring the taste of a good fuck!

Oh 🤔😱😢, it obviously hasn't inhibited your exploration & fun (LoL😂 ). I will not say you've really missed out but, it is something worthwhile keeping on your bucket list. May you have a: VERY Merry Christmas, 🎅🌲🤶 🎄 & I hope THAT sling is waiting for you, somewhere in 2025.Keep us informed, PLEASE😝😝😝😝😘.

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

The confusion here may be happening because humans each have two copies of the CCR5 gene. People who have one copy with the delta-32 mutation (and one normal copy) are resistant to HIV, but can still acquire it. This is called "heterozygous" - that's what @PozBearWI is. People who have both copies with the delta-32 mutation are immune to HIV (for practical purposes, though they might still be able to be infected using some kind of drastic biotech method). This is called "homozygous". I didn't do an extensive search, but at least one scientific publication explains that a patient cured of HIV after bone marrow transplant received the transplanted marrow from a homozygous (double delta 32) donor.

Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”

TLDR: Only One Load Today, From My Partner Summer days here in Australia make me feel quite horny. It could be the warmer weather, the longer days, or a combination of both. I wash my bottom, and my partner drops the first load into me. For a long time, my partner and I hadn’t been having sex very often. I thought it was because we had reached that point in the relationship where sex wasn’t all that important—that what mattered more was the love we had for each other. But now I think it was because we were going through a rough patch. I wasn’t into him mentally or physically. Things are getting better, though, and so is the sex. I’m hoping his load will coat my insides for the night, but I get a stomachache soon after and have to use the toilet. That means washing out my bottom again. Later, I drive to Pipemakers Park. Sadly, there are only four cars there, which means the night is quiet. I walk around to the glory hole shed and see a man fingering the hole. He’s wearing a wedding ring, and I think to myself that it’s hot. He sucks me, and as I thrust my hips, he gets the message. The next thing I feel is his tight ass on my cock, and now I’m fucking him. This wasn’t part of the plan, I think to myself—I was planning to bottom. After a while, I pull out and leave. I make one round through the shed. There’s only one guy there, and I’m about to leave when I catch a glimpse of someone somewhat handsome. I follow him into one of the dark sheds. We feel for each other, and I pull his pants down. Soon he’s in my mouth. More people walk in, and I take turns letting them use my mouth. Someone dressed in all black turns around and presents his ass to us, but no one pays him any attention. I think to myself that there are quite a lot of bottoms tonight. The guy I’m playing with feels for my ass, which is always a good sign. I spit on my fingers to lube myself up, and he enters me. The fucking is short, and I have another cock in my mouth the whole time. I’m not sure if he comes, but he leaves soon after. I’m still in the shed when a guy in white with a beard tries to kiss me. His cock is below average—shorter than mine. He asks if I want his load. I say yes. He turns me around but struggles to get it in. He thrusts hard and starts humping me. Meanwhile, I’m sucking a tall guy in black. The bearded guy pushes him aside so I can focus on him, but he’s getting soft now. After a while, I stand up and tell him, “Not tonight,” and walk away. He follows me as I enter another shed where a small orgy is happening. Two guys are being fucked, and someone walks up to me. We kiss, and I end up on my knees, sucking him. He’s very rough, pushing in all the way down my throat. I gag a little before he turns me around and fucks me hard, kissing my neck and ears in a way that melts me. The guy in white is still there, watching. Again, he pushes the rough guy aside to try and fuck me. He struggles, and the other guy is back inside me. Eventually, one of them takes me by the hand, and we walk away from the shed, away from the crowd, and away from the guy who doesn’t take no for an answer. Outside, under the moonlight, I see that he’s Indian. We make small talk as we walk behind a large building nearby—a place I used to play many years ago. We kiss, and soon he’s inside me again. He’s very rough, pushing in balls-deep and moving me into all sorts of positions. There’s a pillow nearby, and he tells me to go on all fours. He mounts me. As I look around, with no one around but this stranger behind a random building, I feel a bit unsafe. How silly of me to follow him all the way out here. I could have died—I didn’t, of course—but it makes me think about the risks we sometimes take for sex. Perhaps it’s hotter in our imagination than it is in real life. I pretend to check my watch and tell him I have to go. Luckily, he gets the message, and we part ways. I make one last round to the shed. It’s the same men from earlier. I follow one guy in, and he immediately shows me his bottom, but I’m feeling tired and not horny anymore. He sucks me off, but I can’t get hard. I want to fuck him badly, but I’m just not in the mood. Driving home, I think back on the last two hours of sex. I wouldn’t say it was the best. I remember why I don’t visit Wet on Wellington anymore—a bathhouse. There were too many bottoms and too much competition. I think about the bottoms tonight. They’re fitter and more handsome than I am, so they probably got more action. It makes me realize how tough it can be to get sex sometimes. Then I think about my partner and how lucky I am to have him. With him, sex is there when we need it, along with the emotional bond that’s missing in places like this. Maybe I’ve been having too much sex lately. I think I need a break.

I would like to find tops who want to find me tied up hands and feet on stomach in bed just one after another fuck and cum in my ass. Never see your face just cum in my hole

My puffy and swollen asslips are a turn on for me and my ff bb tops.

I’d tentatively planned on going to the bathhouse tonight, climbing into a sling and taking all the dick I could get. Earlier in the day I saw a beautiful guy in the grocery store. His track pants made it pretty clear that he had a lot to work with so I made my move. I ended up bringing him back to my house and he fucked me so good. My expectations were high but his dick was better than I could have ever imagined. I ended up getting two loads from him (one in my ass, one on my face). He said I was the first bottom he’d ever seen bust a hands free nut. I gave him my number; time will tell if it’s a one-and-done or it can become a regular thing. Now I’m relaxing on the couch enjoying his load slowly leaking out of my ass and feeling a little bow legged. No bathhouse for me tonight but I’ll go and be a whore in a couple weeks or so.

Thanks Viking, being poz for over 30yrs I have never desired anything but, the most basic HIV/Aids info etc. As an ex nurse, I needed to know my patients but, as the "patient" I let others do the worrying. I found this a very interesting topic & appreciate your research efforts. Merry Christmas 🎅🎄🤶, Happy 2025.

Was in disney last week, infant got sick. Wife took him to ER i stayed back in hotel with toddler. When she went to bed i hopped on 2 sites. BBC said he could be to me in minutes, gave him the resort info and he came in. Big thick cock, tore me up a bit. Left a load in my *front hole, and another the inside of my ass. she got back and was none the wiser 😛

My best one day load count yet. I have been horny this week, I am in the south so it is summer here. It’s been hot and humid, I normally wear briefs, so my balls have been hot and sweaty on site at work. Facing another hot day, I wore my old satin rugby shorts to work, with my cargo shorts over top. To let my cock and balls some space and air. I like the feel of the satin on my cock on the work site, on these hot days, so horny. After work, I was near a good afternoon cruising park, so I went for a walk, it was a bit late, so I was not sure that I would see anyone. I put some lube on my hole, just in case. I saw a jeans dad-bod guy and walked into a clearing in the bushes, I had not been to before. Dad-bod guy followed me in after a while, we had a little play, but he was nervous, and I still had my pants on. I gave him a wank and he blew his load. I think he must be a horny almost straight guy. Dad-bod guy left, and a guy, must have seen him go, and this new guy and went into the bushes, because he saw dad-bod leave and arrived where I was sitting on a branch. He was wearing work site clothes, and I thought he must be from one of the near by factories. Hot, I love these guys, who have been working all day. He dropped his pants and started playing with his dick, which expanded to a decent size. He wanted to blow me. But I was not there for that. I had my cargo shorts unzipped, and I was playing with my cock through my satin rugby shorts. I dropped my cargo shorts to my ankles and rubbed his cock on my satin shorts, cock to cock. He asked what I was into. So I turned around and rubbed his cock on my backside, still with the satin shorts. They make me so horny. He stayed where he was so I pulled my rugby shorts down and he fingered my pre-lubed crack. He probed my hole with his cock head, so I pushed back a bit when he hit the right spot. He pushed his head in and about an inch more. I got used to it, he had a good size, not too big. I pushed back a couple of times to get a bit more length in, and he started humping me. He got into it fairly quickly and I pushed back and then moved forward a bit to get some full length strokes. This is what he needed, and he took over, getting what he came to the park for, to release and relax after a day at the factory. He fucked hard and long, sometimes pushing the tip of his cock in and out, then back to long strokes. He pushed me over bit further forward, the branches were good to lean on and he took over with some long strokes. I looked back and told him - cum in me bro. A few more long strokes and he tensed up and he filled me up. Load one. I had to get going, so I jumped in the truck and went and got a burger with the guys from the site. I was still horny and it felt good having a load in me. After that, it was dark to time to leave, and head home. Via a different park. Don’t tell the guys from the site. I took off my cargo shorts in the truck and wore my old black track pants over my rugby shorts and a hoodie. The track pants are dirty and had a hole from work. I keep them in the truck for if the weather turns cold. I put on some fresh lube. When I got to the park, there was another guy who walked into the park, right behind me. I headed to the spot where guys meet at night and leaned against the fence along a path. You can look over the fence to see the valley, at day time. The guy following me stopped about three metres away and leaned on the fence too, he was wearing long baggy basket ball shorts. I had strategical let my trackies sag, revealing my rugby shorts. I rubbed my hard cock through the satin. The guy moved over to me and stroked my cock through the material, he wanted to suck me. But nah, I’m not into it. We were touching each other up and a guy in jeans and rugby team supporters shirt walked right up to us. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down revealing his boxer briefs. I was facing basketball guy and jeans guy was behind me. Jeans fellt-up my ass and played with the satin, his land lingered in the wet patch in my crack which was well lubed. I fumbled behind me and pulled is cock out of his boxer briefs. B-ball was playing with my cock, and I was playing with his cock. Jeans guy, I think, had had a couple of drinks before coming to the park. I think I have met him before. I think he needs a little courage to walk in the park at night. But he knows what he wants. He has a rugby player build, and clean cut short hair. I find him hot. I pulled down the back of my rugby shorts, and jeans guy rubbed his cock on my crack, so I pushed back when he was in the right spot. I reached back and tried to push his boxers down a bit more, he pulled them right down. I was face to b-balls cock, and gave him a bit of a suck, he was still soft. He was a bit distracted by his phone buzzing and he went off to play with his phone. This was good, because jeans guy was getting in my ass real good. I leaned on the good strong fence and jeans guy fucks me long strokes for a few minutes, I lubed up my hard cock and I am jacking it in the front of my rugby shorts while he is fucking. He pauses for a moment, because someone else is near by, he just keeps the tip of his cock in me and stands still. The other guy wonders off after a minute, good on him for not interrupting. After that, jeans guy returns to fucking me. He motions that he wants to change positions, and I move around behind him. I spit on my hand and rub it in his hole, I have lube on my hand and cock. I flip my shorts down, off my cock and rub it in the spit. This makes the lube slippery and I get my head in. He is tight, and push my head in and out hoping he will loosen up. I get a few decent slow strokes in. B-ball guy comes back and plays with jeans dick. I soften and pull out. I walk around back of B-ball, thinking he might have a looser hole. So I get some fresh lube and play with his hole, he has really hairy hole. I fucking love it. B-ball bends over and sucks jeans guys cock and exposes his fury hole. I can’t help myself, I have to rim that fury hole. I have never rimmed a fury hole like that before. I got so horny, I had a rager. This hole was way too tight to even consider fucking so, so went back around back of jeans guy again and used my super hard rager to get deep in him and give him a a few dozen deep strokes. B-ball guy took off again. Jeans guy wants to fuck a load into me, so he gets me to lean against the fence again, and ploughs me fast and slow for five minutes. Blowing a load deep inside me. Load two. I see a real tall guy walk past. I wonder what he’s into to. He seemed to be going somewhere. I take a walk and find a guy in grey hoodie and running shorts, and sneaks. He follows me into a dark area. I am still sagging my trakies, with my hard cock tenting my rugby shorts. He wants to blow me, but I say no. I turn him around against a fence and pull his running shorts down, he is pre-lubed. I stick my cock in, and he is slippery and loose enough to just go hard. I fuck him for a few minutes, my shorts and trackies around my ankles. I build up a sweat so I peel my hoodie off so I am topless, I push his hoodie up over his head, so we can get skin to skin. Sweat to sweat. I loving rubbing my body on a guys body, it makes me want to cum hard. I fuck him for a few more minutes, but I also want to see who else is in the park, before I blow. So we straighten up our clothes, and I take a walk. I do a lap or two, then start to loose interest. It is kind of getting late. I walk toward the exit, a younger guy follow me. I sit down on short wall and he comes up and sits beside me. Of course, he wants to suck my dick. I don’t want that. So I just stand up and turn him around and push his pants down, he is not into being fucked. But he is shorter than me, I wrap my arms around him and play with his dick. His dick grows real well, and he had a big mushroom head. I stoke him a bit, then I move around him and rub my lubed and cummy ass agains this cock head. He loves it and starts pushing his mushroom tip in my wet hole. I push back and get that big head in, then I push back more, all the way. He gets horny as fuck and humps me good. He bends me over, on top of the low wall we were sitting on. I turn back to him and tell him to blow in my ass. He takes about two minutes of fast fucking to blow in my ass. Load three. This is a now the most loads I have had in my ass at the same time. I pull up my pants, taking care to have my cock tenting my rugby shorts just above my sagging trakies and walk off, back to the middle of the park. I wonder if there is still someone around. I go back to the place where rugby shirt jeans guy was. I think it’s a good place. Big and tall guy from before walks up to where I am. Tall guys can see my cock tenting my rugby shorts. He has a play through the satin shorts, which feels great. I am going to wear these old rugby shorts more often. I rub the front of tall guys jeans. He has a hard spot behind the zipper. He unzips and pulls his cock through the fly. His cock is the thickest cock I have seen today. And he had a lot of precum leaking out of the tip of his skin. I get him to undo his belt to get at his cock and balls. I feel his heavy balls and fat cock. His cock head is smooth and cummy poking out of his foreskin. I wonder if I can get it in me, I am well loosed up, so I push my shorts down and push my cummy ass crack against his cock head. I move my crack up and down and find the right spot, with my hole pressing against his tip. I push back a few times to see if he will hump his thick cock in my hole. He plays along for a minute pushing the tip of his cock on my hole stretching my hole with just the tip. It feels good with his knob end pushing and stretching my hole. He puts his hand in his pocket at pulls out a rubber, which he starts to open. I push his hand away, I tell him I don’t want that. He puts it back in his pocket. He is still standing there so I rub his cock head in my hole a bit more. I think he might jack it and blow on my ass. But I just keep pushing back on his huge head. It gets in, and I hump back againt his cock to allow his cock head to work in and out, in and out of my ring. He puts his hand on my hip to keep me in a good position for him. He is tall and needs the right angle. He is strong and can do what he wants. He takes over pushing on my hole, in and out. I guess, because of his thick dick, he wants to be sure not to hurt me. But mushroom head guy has stretched me out to make it comfortable, although full feeling. He slowly works in deeper with each stroke, which he is now controlling and he is pushing the tip in and out, an inch or two more, with almost fully out and back in strokes. He is building and I am fully feeling his thick cock in my hole. He slows down and holds it fully in and I can feel his cock twitching in my ass. I think he might be cumming in me, but also he could be just tensing his muscles with is cock fully in me. It’s fucking hot. After a pause for a minute he resumes stroking in and out. I love it when a big guy takes full control like that. He goes hard fucking for another two or three minutes, his breathing is deep and uncontrolled. Then he holds me, with his cock twitching deep in me again. He is jetting blasts of cum up my hole. This is the strongest blasts of cum I have felt in my ass. He softens a bit and slips out. I pull up my rugby shorts and trackies and walk out of the park, heading for my truck. Four loads, double my previous record. I can feel there is a lot of cum in my hole as I am walking, it’s so hot. On the drive home, I stop at a cruisy rest room, because I can’t hold it all in. I squirt some of the loads out on the floor for someone else to see, I love seeing cum on the wall or on the floor of a cubicle. When I get home I took a shower after a long work day followed by two good sessions in the parks. I squirted some more cum out. Fucken hot.

My partner was on a business trip for a couple of days and was supposed to return on Monday, he left with the keys to my locked cock so I was left to find the loads I need to keep my holes full of cum over the weekend. I somehow organized the college student, the builder and one of his coworkers that already use me regularly to come over Friday afternoon for a night of fun, just a small gathering of hung men that can come many times in my hole 💦 They all arrived at the same time and I was already waiting for them naked, only wearing the cage on my cock, so they stripped too and we were having some drinks outside on the day bed, I was in the middle of the pile of naked bodies, we were all making out and hands were everywhere, focusing on my hole till the college student started lifting my legs and dove right in with his tongue, eating my hole like a pro, making me moan as his long tongue penetrated my hole, that was the trigger for builder and his friend and they presented me with their own cocks to suck. Bingo! soon after the friend started fucking my mouth and throat hard, as the builder switched with the college dude and started playing with my hole, teasing it with his cock head on my slick hole, till in one swift motion he was balls deep, I was groaning and my eyes were already tearing up from the throat fucking. If I didn't have my throat filled with a thick cock they could definitely see me smile lol after a few minutes of getting fucked hard the growling became louder and we realized that we were in my back yard and the neighbors could soon start hearing the action (definitely not the first time and we don't really give a fuck lol) but we decided to to move the action inside and I guided them down to the play area so we can let loose and not have any restriction. I was soon place on the fuckbench, with my hands and legs locked in the positions and I was spitroasted by the builder and the student in my mouth and his friend in my hole. i could barely fit the student in my mouth as he is so damn thick and soon he switched places and took his place behind me, teasing my hole with his enormous cockhead, and as I was cleaning the friends cock from my ass juices deep in my throat the student started pushing in, slowly and deliberately, making me groan from getting my hole so stretched around his cock till he was balls deep. he gave my a couple of seconds to adjust my insides before the pounding began. I was locked tight in place as he pummeled my hole hard, I'm sure he was putting on a show for the other men as he kept saying "you like mt big cock don't you slut? You love being my pussy boy", music to my ears! 20 minutes on non stop drilling till I was rewarded with the first load in my hole as they were cheering him on! He kept pumping till his cock softened up a bit and as he pulled out, the builder shoved all the way in in one swift move, my hole was so slick and open already he slipped in easily. then the routine began, one was fucking my hole as I was servicing the other two with my mouth, cleaning their cock and tasting they cum and my ass juices and repeat. After they all dumped their 9th load in me and the student began pounding me again for his 4th load I heard a familiar voice from the entrance, I looked up and I saw my partner. returned home earlier wanted to surprise me, watching me take one more cock adding to the 14 loads I already had in (I took a few loads earlier to prepare and stretch my hole haha) All he said was "sweet! I guess you are ready for all the boys I invited later to use you as a treat for not being here these few day" Since my guests already have met my partner and we all played together at some combination they quickly asked if they can hang in for the bigger event! From that moment on I had taken more than 50 loads, my hole was filled non stop by at lease one cock for a couple of hours I was also double penetrated by all men at least once, as my mouth was also used to get the men back hard, clean their cocks after they just dumped a load on me or drink their piss when they needed. I was there to served as they pleased. At some point I was laid back in the sling and someone started fisting me, he just slid right in after my hole was overflowing with cum and ruined by all the cock I took in me (some were pretty huge haha) I was so happy, fulfilling my duty, being used by all the men that my loving partner invited to use me and ruin my hole. Then they started leaving after dumping one final load till it was just my partner and the student and I was just leaving on the mattress, exhausted, covered by sweat and cum and piss, my hole was both buzzing and numb from the non-stop intense fucking I just got for nearly 9 hours. They both picked me up and was taken to the near bathroom, after I emptied my hole from all the loads directly onto my partners face as he was eating my used hole, I was placed in the large bathtub we have in the playroom shower room, that they filled with hot water and we shared a very intimate hot bath to relax my body and hole. After that the 3 of us went upstairs to the bedroom, I was laid on the bed and both men spooned me, keeping me warm and relaxed as I drifted to sleep, feeling my hole getting fucked by both of them during that time as they woke up hard. woke up all fresh and energized with my hole still leaking cum from all the men that used me and the loads my partner and the student dumped in me during my sleep! as I went downstairs I smelled that wonderful smell of pancakes and fresh coffee, watching my partner and the student cooking naked and as they saw me they started clapping their hands in my honor for being such a good cumdump (my partners words haha) I just kissed my partner and told him that I love him so fucking much for making me feeling so special by being used for both our pleasure and the student joined us for a quick 3way kiss before we sat down to have our breakfast and have a lazy start of the day. 🐷

I just don't have sex with bottoms who won't let me cum in them...so much less hassle.

I don't pull out. I just don't put it in. Next.

Part 5 I was still horny. My hole had been filled but it needed more. I went onto BBRT and posted a quick connect ad. "bb btm with a booTy bump and a load in me needing more. Hosting bb tops in my hotel room. Hit me up if interested." I jumped on the apps and looked around but didn't see much. I went back on BBRT and had a message. "I like tweaked out cumdumps. When/where?" I checked his profile and found that everything said "Ask me." I responded with my cellphone number and asked him to text me. Moments later, I received a text. "Hi cumdump. We are talking on BBRT. Looking?" "Yes Sir. I am hosting in my hotel room." "Which one?" I responded with the name of the hotel. "I can be there in 30 minutes." "Sounds good. Let me know when you get here." While I was waiting, I got a message on Grindr. "Looking?" "Yes. I am looking for bb tops" "That's me. You are close by. Want my load?" "Of course. I have one in me along with a booTy bump. I have another top on his way over in about 30 mins." "Works for me. I can dump a load in you before then." I sent him the hotel info. "Be there in a few minutes." I sent a text to the other top to tell him that I have another guy coming over before him. He responded. "That's fine with me. More the merrier." A few minutes later, the guy from Grindr sent me a message that he was just walking in. I sent him the room number and propped the door open. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and got in doggie on the bed and ready to be bred. I heard the sounds that I love - the door opening and closing followed by clothes hitting the floor. I heard him come over to the bed. "yum. All ready to be bred." "Yes Sir. I am meant to be bred." I heard him pick up the bottle of poppers and inhale twice. I followed by inhaling in each nostril. Being high on the booty bump seemed to enhance the poppers for me. I felt him climb on the bed and come up behind me. He stuck his finger into my cum-filled hole and pulled it out. "You were right. You already have a load in there." "Yes and needing more." "Good." I felt him put his cock at the entrance of my hole and pushed him. His cock was not very long or thick. I tightened my hole around his cock and heard him moan. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me at a quick pace. I continued to squeeze my hole around his cock. After several thrusts, he grabbed my hips and pushed into me. He held still for a moment and pulled out. I laid on my stomach to keep the load in. "Thanks. I needed that." I heard him walk over to the door and start to get dressed. My phone buzzed with a text from the other top telling me that he was here. I gave him the room number. I asked the top that was leaving to prop the door open. "Sure thing. Enjoy." I heard him leave with the door propped open. Moments later, I heard the door open and close again. I got back into doggie position. "I met the previous top at the elevator. I love an extra cummy hole." He came over to me on the bed. "I see his load dripping out. We need to add something to that load." I heard him moving around and then felt him behind me. He pushed his finger in me and pulled out. "That load should help dissolve the shard that I just put in you." He started to rub my ass and I started to feel the booty bump work its magic. I was starting to get higher and my hole was getting needier. "Please breed me, Sir." He slid his hard into me. He was much longer and thicker than the previous guy. As he pushed in, I felt his cock hit my prostate. I jumped in pleasure. Finally, he was all the way in me. He held still for a moment and started to slowly withdraw. He pulled back until just his head was in my hole and then he pushed all the way back in me again. Again, he hit my prostate and I jumped. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. He started to get into a rhythm. "Did you look at my profile?" "A little. Everything said ask me." "And you didn't ask me." "Should I have asked you something?" "Maybe. Depends on how good of a cumdump that you are. You still negative?" "Who knows. I have taken several poz loads in my fertile fuckhole." "Good. That's your purpose." "Yes Sir. It is." He continued to fuck me and I was getting lost in the pleasure and the booty bump. He started to pick up the pace. He grabbed my hips and pushed in deep. "Take my toxic load!" I was in heaven. I got what I needed but I needed more. He started fucking me again. "Don't worry. I have another toxic load for you." He started fucking me again. "Check BBRT, you slut. See if anyone else responded to your ad. I am going to keep fucking you while you check." I pulled the phone in front of me and opened BBRT. I had several responses. "Sir. I have several responses." "Good. Invite each over to breed you." I opened each message and told them that I was looking and gave them my cellphone number. One by one, they texted me. I was having a hard time focusing on responding. I was lost between getting fucked and the booty bump. For each guy, I responded that I was currently getting fucked and was looking for more guys. Some stopped responding. Others responded with times that they could be there. "How many are coming over, slut?" "Maybe three more, Sir." "Good. Here comes another toxic load" He pushed hard into me and I pushed back at him, driving his cock deeper in me. He held still for a few moments and then slowly withdrew. I laid down on my stomach as he crawled off the bed. I felt him come back over and push his finger back in my ass. "Here's another booty bump to hold you over. I will leave the door propped for you." I laid there enjoying the feeling as I heard him leave. My phone buzzed. One of the tops had sent me a message that he had arrived. I gave him the room number. I stayed on my stomach as I heard him come in. "Looks like you have had a good day so far. Stay like that. I will use you that way." I could only manage to moan. He climbed on the bed and got on top of me. I felt his weight on my legs. He started to move his hips up and back. I felt his cock start to grow as he kept sliding it in my crack. Then, he pulled my cheeks apart and put his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. "Looks like you have been well-used today." "mmmhmmm" "Good. I like sloppy holes." He pushed his cock into me. I felt his hands push on my lower back and he started to drive into me. I couldn't tell how much time passed. He moved his hands from my back to my shoulders. He grabbed hard as he started to driver harder into me. He pushed hard and held still. I could feel his cock swell inside me. He withdrew and started to get off the bed. My phone buzzed. It was another top. He had arrived at the hotel. I struggled with the words but somehow got them out "Please leave the door propped open." "You got it." I heard him leave. After some time, I heard the door open again. The next breeder had arrived. "Bend over the bed." "I'll try." I backed up to the edge of the bed. I held there for a moment and then straightened my legs off the edge of the bed until they touched the floor. I kept my chest against the bed. As soon as I was in position, he was behind me. "Spread 'em" I reached behind myself and pulled my cheeks apart. Immediately, he pushed his cock into me. He was much thicker than the others. I thought it would hurt but it didn't. It slid right in with little resistance until he was all the way inside me. I let go of my cheeks and put my hands out straight. He grabbed my hips hard and started fucking me. He was not gentle but I was loving it. I lost track of the time as he continued to fuck me. After some time, the feeling changed. I wasn't at the edge of the bed any longer. I was on my back. When did this happen? The top above me had his eyes closed and he continued to fuck me. His cock felt different. It wasn't thick. Was this a different guy? It had to be. He withdrew and got off the bed, cleaned up, and left. I looked around. The room was empty. I looked at the clock. It was 5p. Where did the time go? I got up and climbed off the bed. As I stepped onto the floor, I stepped in something wet. I looked down. There was a big glob of cum on the floor. I walked into the bathroom and peed. I decided to shower. I turned on the water, waited for it to warm up, and stepped in. The water felt good as it sprayed on me. As I washed up, I felt cum drop out of my ass onto the shower floor. I looked down at it as it went down the drain. It was pinkish. I finished showering and dried off. I was horny and hungry. I decided that I needed to eat something. I ordered some food and waited. I checked BBRT. My ad had expired and I no longer had any responses. I looked at my text messages. It looks like there were six tops that I had invited to my room. The last that I knew, there were three that might be coming. Where did the others come from? I got dressed and headed down to the lobby to get my food. I brought it back to my room and ate it. It tasted good. I don't remember when I ate last. I browsed the internet for porn. I should be satisfied but I wasn't. I needed more. I douched to ensure I could be ready for the evening. It was 7p. I thought that I should stay in and rest but I also needed to be bred. What was I going to do? I called an Uber. I got dressed, grabbed my poppers, lube, and party supplies. I grabbed my money and room key and went to meet the Uber driver. Once he arrived, I hopped in and headed off to Steamworks.

Part 4 He walked away and walked up the stairs. Part of me was scared about being left secured to the bench but part of me didn't care. I was floating in the clouds except for my fuckhole. It needed to be bred. After an undetermined amount of time, I heard him coming back down the stairs. I heard him doing something behind me and then he returned in front of me. He placed the pipe at my lips. I opened my mouth and he inserted it. He lit it and I inhaled as deeply as I could and held it. I exhaled and he placed the pipe in my mouth again. I inhaled again and held it. I exhaled and he put the pipe in my mouth a third time. I inhaled again and held. I exhaled and was completely lost in the clouds. "I've got some buddies coming over. We are going to enjoy your party favors and you of course. The rules are simple. You will suck what we want sucked. You will lick what we want licked. You will drink what we want you to drink. We like tweaked-out pigs. I can promise you that mine isn't the only toxic load you will taking tonight." Between being in the clouds and needing to get bred, I barely understood what he was telling me. I heard someone coming down the stairs. "Welcome Brad. Glad you could make it. He's already swallowed my chem piss and has my load in his fuckhole." An unfamiliar voice responded. "Nice. I see you have some party favors and I brought some of mine." "What can I get for you?" "Nothing. I'm gonna light up and then check out this tweaked-out fuckhole you got here." "Have at it. Enjoy!" I heard the lighter and someone inhaling behind me. He took multiple hits and then I felt him behind me. His hands were on my back and ass. Then, he reached underneath me and felt my shriveled cock through my jock. "Tina dick. Great. Don't want it getting in the way. You said he has a load in him already?" "Yep." "He won't need any lube then." "Not unless you want it. He took mine with just spit." His fingers invaded my abused hole. "Wow. You dumped a big load in him." He pulled his fingers out and I felt him move behind me. "Let me fuck some of that load back in him." I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. He held it there for a second and then pushed in. He wasn't as rough as Sam but he was firm. He paused for a minute and started to fuck me. I was happy. My needy fuckhole was being filled with what it needed - a hard raw cock. I was lost in my sensation when I realized that someone was in front of me. It was Sam. He spread his ass cheeks and pushed into my face. I immediately stuck my tongue out and started to rim him. His ass was very musky. "Get in there, slut." I pushed my tongue into his ass and was rewarded with a moan. I could taste his raunchy ass along with cum. He had at least one load in him. "That's right, slut. Get that load. It's got lots of bugs for you." I continued to try to get my tongue in as far as I could. My whole being needed to get that load out of his ass. I was disappointed as he moved away and went upstairs. I started to focus on the guy fucking me again. He had firm grip on my hips and was driving his cock deep in me. I moaned in pleasure knowing that my purpose was being fulfilled. Moments later, I heard two people coming back down the stairs. "Dammit Sam. You were right!" "Right? Come enjoy. Supplies are on the table if you want them." "Thanks." Sam returned in front of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Open" I opened my mouth wide. He spit into my mouth. "Swallow, you whore." I eagerly swallowed his spit. The guy behind me started to speed up and then pushed deep and held still. "ahhhhhhh" He held still for a couple of moments and pulled out. The new guest asked "How's the hole?" "He isn't stretched out yet but he is full of cum." "Great. Can we move him to the sling?" Sam replied, "Sure thing." My arms were unclipped from the bench and Sam helped me stand. I was struggling to keep my balance. Sam helped me over to the sling. I turned around and he helped me up into the sling. He attached my legs and arms to the chains. I finally had a look at the new guests. One guy was an average-looking guy with a nice-sized cock. The other guy was stripping down. He was thin and had a lot of tattoos all over his body. His head was shaved. When his pants were off, I could see his cock hanging low. It looked semi-flaccid but his cock was at least 7" already. He took several hits on the pipe. Unlike my cock, his started to grow after each hit. He put the pipe down and came over to me. "What's he on?" Sam replied "He has smoked a bunch and got a booty bump earlier. He also swallowed my chem piss." "Good. Did you use him Sam?" "Sure did." "So he must like it rough then." "Doesn't matter if he does or doesn't." "Damn right." I looked down and saw that he was holding his cock. It was now at least 9" and looked thick. "Well whore, as you know, Sam likes it rough. Well, he is actually too gentle for my tastes." He held his dry cock at the entrance of my fuckhole, grabbed the chains, and slammed into me. The pain was intense. It felt like he was ripping me open. He immediately starting fucking me hard. I had tears running down my face. "Oh look. He has tears. You know what turns me on even more? Tears." Somehow he managed to fuck me even harder as I felt his cock swell inside me. "Just so you know. I got out of prison not too long ago. Want to know what I was in for? They said I was too rough on someone that didn't want it. Well, to me, they all want it." I started to lose myself to the pain. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure. I was being used how I needed to be used. "See? They always want it." I completely lost myself to the clouds as the assault continued. At some point, it stopped. I looked down and saw the top had pushed in hard and his head was back in total pleasure. I was happy. I was able to bring him pleasure. His head came back down and he stared at me but didn't withdraw. He held still. That's when I felt it. My left arm had been released from the chain. It was by my side but it felt different. I looked over and saw a band around my arm just above my elbow. It was tight. Then I saw it and felt it. A needle was pushed into my arm. I looked at it as he pushed the plunger and I saw the liquid disappear. He released the band and pulled the needle out. A warmth started to overtake me. It felt like it was going to swallow me up. The need to cough overwhelmed me. I tried to stop it but couldn't. I coughed, my head leaned back, and then ecstasy took over. Things became fuzzy but I could feel the top fucking me hard again. It wasn't painful at all. Every molecule of my body was in limitless ecstasy. I lost total track of time and where I was. At some point, I started to become aware of my surroundings again. I wasn't on the sling any longer. It felt like I was on the floor. Warm water was hitting me. I must be getting a shower. I started to look up and realized that the shower wasn't running. There were several people standing over me. "Open your mouth, whore." I opened my mouth and tasted the piss. I swallowed as quickly as I could. Now, I became aware of what was going on. The guys were peeing on me. Each one stopped and walked away leaving me with Sam. "Stay here, whore. I will be right back." I slumped back on the floor and rested. I was covered in piss. There was also some other substance on my face. I reached up with my finger and scooped it and brought it to my lips. It was cum. At least one person came on my face as well. After some time, I started to come back to my senses. I was still laying in the shower stall. Then, I saw him returning to me. "Starting to come around?" "I think so." "OK. Think you can stand?" "I will try." I got to my knees and slowly stood. "Let's get you cleaned up. You can turn the shower on in front of you. You will want to wash off." I turned and faced the wall. I saw the knob and turned it on. The shower started above me. The water was cold but started to warm up quickly. I let the water wash over me. I made sure to run the water and my hands through my hair and over my face. I continued to rub my body. I got to my ass. It was very sore but felt good at the same time. He laughed, "Yeah. You aren't as tight as when you arrived." I finished washing off and turned off the shower. Sam brought me a towel. I wiped myself dry. I was starting to become more alert. I got out of the shower and headed over to the table. My pipe, lighter, and poppers were there but the baggie was empty. "Yeah. We used up all of your supplies." "That's ok." I picked up the pipe and lighter and went to get my clothes. I got dressed and put my remaining supplies in the pocket. I looked at my phone. It said it was 5a. Where had the time gone? I called an Uber and waited. Sam was picking up items on the table and putting them on shelves. "Thanks for the fun night. It was crazy wild." "Sure was. You are no longer a novice with Tina. You even slammed a few times." It came back to me. I looked down at my arm. There were a two punctures. Even though I was tired, I was starting to feel wired and horny again. I looked at my phone again. The Uber was just down the street. "My Uber is here." "OK. Let me show you the way." Sam came over and led me upstairs and toward the front door. "Hit me up next time you are in town and have supplies. We can party again." "Sure thing. Thanks!" I went out and hopped in the Uber and headed back to the hotel. I had been used and abused for hours and I wanted more. What was happening to me? I got back to the hotel room and put the do not disturb sign on the door. I went in and immediately stripped down. I grabbed the other baggie and pulled out a shard. I studied it. What should I do with this? I held it between my thumb and index finger. I laid on my back and brought my legs to my chest. I placed the shard at the entrance of my fuckhole. I pushed it slightly into the hole. Using my index finger, I pushed it deep inside me. I put my legs down and opened up the apps on my phone. I started sending messages to several tops. I got a response from one. "You looking?" "Yes. I was bred several times last night but am looking for more." "Full of cum?" "Not really. I just gave myself a booty bump and it has made me even hornier." "Oh." His chat disappeared. Guess I scared him off. I kept searching and sending messages. After a bit, I got a reply. "You looking?" "Yes. I have a booty bump in me and looking to get bred." "oooh. I like horny sluts. Location?" I sent him the hotel information. "ok. I will be there in 30 mins." "See you soon." I kept looking on the apps without much success. After about thirty minutes, I got a message on Grindr. "I'm pulling up. Room number?" I sent him the room number and propped the door open. I returned to the bed and got into position. The booty bump was in full effect. My fuckhole screaming for a raw cock. I heard the door open and close and heard clothes hit the floor. My ass was moving in anticipation and need. "You look like a needy slut." "Yes Sir. I need to get bred." "Good. I have a few loads for you. Hope you like them dirty." "They are the best." He started rubbing my ass and then moved his fingers to my crack. He stuck his finger into my fuckhole. "Got a shard in there?" "Yes Sir." He pulled his finger out and climbed between my legs. I heard him lubing his cock and then felt it in my crack. It was heavy. He slid it through my crack several times making it slick. Then, he placed the cock at my hole and pushed in slightly. It felt like the perfect size. He slid in slowly until he was all the way in. After the abuse my hole took last night, this was much nicer. He slowly started to fuck me, his hands gripping my hips. "Such a nice fuckhole. Feels well-used but not loose." "Thank you, Sir. It was meant to service tops." He continued to fuck me and steadily increased the pace. "How many dirty loads have you taken?" "I have lost count." "Are you on prep?" "No Sir. My cunt is fertile." "mmmmm. I love impregnating fertile cunts." His speed continued to increase and his grip continued to tighten. I was thoroughly enjoying this fuck. It was the best that I have felt in a long time. Was it because of his perfect cock? Was it because of the way he was fucking me? Was it because of the booty bump? Was it because of all of the partying from last night? I didn't care. This is what I am meant for. I know that I am going to be chasing this feeling going forward. I snapped back to reality. He was gripping me tight. "Take my toxic load, slut!" He grabbed my hips tight and drove forward. I felt his cock swell and fill my fertile hole with his precious seed. He held still for a moment and slowly withdrew. "On your back, slut." I turned over and laid on my back. I got a look at him. He was above-average in height and thin. He had several dark patches on his body. Both of his nipples were pierced. His face was gaunt. He pushed my legs back and bent down and started to rim my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. He worked around the outside of my hole and then stuck his tongue in deep. I could feel him lapping up the cum in my well-used hole. After several minutes, he stopped. I looked back down in time to see him climb between my legs. His long cock was hard. He grabbed it with his hand and placed it at the entrance of my hole. He started moving up at the same time as he began to push into me. In one long move, he pushed all the way into me and moved all the way on top of me until we were face-to-face. His steel-grey eyes stared down at me and he began to slowly fuck me. He used long, firm, powerful strokes. I bent upward and started to lick his left nipple ring. He moaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He stopped fucking and held himself deep inside me. I continued to flick my tongue on his nipple ring. Each time I did, he would moan and his cock would pulsate inside me. It felt so good. He started to fuck me again. I tried to keep my mouth on his nipple ring but I couldn't any longer. He reached his arm over my head. His armpit was just above my head. I could smell the musk. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered his armpit to my mouth. I lapped up the sweaty musky flavor. His cock swelled again inside of me as he continued to fuck me. After several strokes, he pulled his arm away and moved it to grab each of my arms. He pulled my arms over my head and held them there. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with a determined look. I could also see the pleasure on his face as he continued to fuck me. He exuded dominance in holding my hands above my head. I was powerless but to take his raw cock and seed. I was in heaven. He let go of my hands but I kept them locked above my head. He smiled down at me. He moved his hands to my chest and pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned. Then his hands moved. They were around my throat. I opened my eyes and saw a sadistic smile on his face. He squeezed my neck slightly. I smiled in pleasure. He increased the pressure on my neck. He wasn't cutting off my oxygen completely but was restricting it. I was loving it. He started to fuck me with desperation. He continued to fuck harder and then he pushed in and squeezed my throat tightly. He completely cut off my oxygen as I felt his cock swell. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He released his hands from around my throat. I gasped. "Thank you, Sir." "You are such a good slut." He stayed inside me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I rolled over on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. "How long are you in town, slut?" "I leave tomorrow morning." "OK. I would love to stop back later tonight and get another crack at your fuckhole." "I'd love that, Sir." "OK. I'll let you know later." With that, he went into the bathroom, got cleaned up, got dressed and left. I was still horny but I needed to try to rest a little. I still had a good portion of the day and another night.

Part 13 The morning after the night before found us all back at Tegel Airport ready to fly home. I didn't really know what to think about what had happened in the club. As usual, Neil had spent the night with me and had got up early in the morning and returned to his own room. Neither of us had said anything - partly because both of us were too drunk and too tired, and partly because I wasn't sure it would be wise to say anything. I knew Neil well enough to know that , although he liked to do things, he didn't often like to talk about things - something I knew was a source of frustration for his wife. I had woken up feeling surprisingly fresh and, as usual in the mornings, quite horny. I played with myself for a while, thinking about Neil taking it up the arse and turned on by the knowledge that he had taken two loads up him the night before, one of them being mine! I jumped in the shower and then decided to go down to breakfast. I wasn't very hungry but I was thirsty and soon I had demolished a couple of breakfast rolls, one with ham and one with cheese, three cups of tea, some orange juice and some fruit salad and yoghurt - my favourite kind of breakfast. When I finished breakfast, I went back to up to my room. Yusuf, the young guy who had eyed me up the day before, came out of one of the rooms and our eyes met. I realised he was a bit younger than I had first thought and was probably no more than 18 or 19 years old. Without a word, he followed me to my room and, almost as soon as the door was closed, he had my pants down and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then he got up, and without a word, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over the bed. He had a very nice, smooth arse and I was more than ready for a good hard fuck. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hairy arsehole. I went up him quite easily and he grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I didn't want to cum too soon, so I fucked him slowly at first, as he gave contented little grunts, and then I began to fuck him harder. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of the fuck, as I was, and before too much longer, I deposited what felt like a massive load of dirty cum right up his arse. When I pulled out, he pulled up his shorts and pants and grinned at me. A few seconds later he had disappeared out of the room, with not a word being spoken between us. A short time later, we were all congregated in the reception area to check out and just waiting for Jamal who, as usual, was last to arrive. I heard Robert telling Jamie and Callum that he had met a woman in a bar the night before and had fucked her in an alley behind the bar. Robert told them she had let him "do her up the arse", something apparently his girlfriend wouldn't allow. "Did you cum in her?" Jamie asked and Robert nodded as they high-fived each other. Jamie had come in for quite a bit of teasing as he had apparently been so drunk the night before, he had pissed his pants on the way back to the hotel. The teasing didn't seem to bother him though and he was on his usual cheerful good form. I had also learned that James had told the others he was tired and had left the group early to go back to the hotel. He too was being teased for being an amateur - but I guessed that there might be another reason he had left early and suspected it probably involved another secret trip to the Tiergarten for some cock. A few hours later we were on the plane heading back to London. Once again I was sitting with Neil and Callum, both of whom fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off. I was full of my own thoughts - mostly I was thinking about Neil and what we had done the night before. Neil usually had the capacity for drinking huge amounts of alcohol but still being in control of what he was doing. He had not stopped me fucking him - yet he must have known I was not wearing a condom and he must have known I was going to cum in him - yet he had let me do it. I knew that Neil was not the most talkative guy in the world, especially when it came to talking about how he felt about anything, and I knew if he was going to refer to what happened, it would have to be in his own time. My thoughts turned to some of the other guys I had fucked in Berlin, and I couldn't help wondering if I had pozzed any of them. I was somehow fairly sure I had knocked up the cheating ginger guy and also the young nerdy lad I fucked over the table tennis table at the Tiergarten. I don't know why I was so sure of that, I just get these instincts sometimes. Most of the other lads had drifted off to sleep by now, but I couldn't sleep - I was too restless and too full of thoughts. I decided to give my friend Gerry a call when I got back to London. I haven't mentioned Gerry yet, but he's quite an important part of my story and it was him who helped me come to terms with being HIV positive and helped me shape my approach to it. In some ways, you could say he's been a bit of a mentor. I first met Gerry when I was at my lowest ebb. I had been diagnosed a few months earlier, and I was really struggling with meds and had recently come off them. I wasn't sure what to do and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do. I loved fucking and I didn't want to stop - but I hated condoms and didn't want to use them. In addition, I was subject to really bad attacks of what felt like flu - they usually lasted about 48 hours, but they were really horrible. I was sweating, shivering and sleeping alternately - I felt like shit. The doctors had told me they thought I had been carrying a very high viral load for quite a long time. I can't remember why they thought that now, though they did tell me. I was also having really weird dreams- and in those dreams I kept seeing the faces of some of the guys I had fucked - the same faces over and over again. I was drinking in a gay bar in West London one night when I met Gerry. I had started drinking quite early with the intention of drinking as much as I could so that I could go home and just black out - that was how bad I was feeling. Gerry bought me a drink and invited me to sit at a table with him. I liked the look of him straight away - he was big, stocky and bearded and I realised almost immediately, friendly and caring. He said he could see I was really unhappy and asked me what the matter was. I found myself pouring out the whole story to him - my diagnosis, how I felt about it and all about my dreams. He listened sympathetically and then asked me to tell him more about the guys I kept seeing in my dreams. It was such a relief to tell someone, and somehow I knew instinctively that Gerry would understand. I told him they were all guys I had fucked in the six months before my diagnosis - I had been particularly active in that period, and I now knew that I had probably been carrying a very high viral load at the time. First of all, I told him about the homeless guy. I had been out drinking with a group of friends one night to celebrate someone's birthday and it was well after 11pm when I left the bar and made my way to the nearest underground station. The station was some way from the bar, but it was a warm summer's night and I had decided to walk to get some air. I hadn't been walking very long when I realised how badly I needed to piss. I should have gone to the toilet before I left the bar, but I hadn't, and as I walked along the road I was getting more and more desperate. I looked about for somewhere quiet to go and take a piss, but the road was quite busy with traffic and people. I turned up a side road and, much to my relief, saw a row of shops with an alley down the side. A skip full of builder's rubble meant no one could see the alleyway from the road - just what I needed. I wasted no time in going behind the skip and within seconds I had pulled my dick out and was pissing like a racehorse. Suddenly a voice said "Hey, watch what you're doing!" I turned my head - a good looking guy in a beanie hat was sitting by the skip, a sleeping bag pulled up around him. I had not noticed him and had almost pissed all over him. "Sorry mate!" I said, "I didn't see you there>" I had stopped pissing now and was standing there with my dick in my hand. I looked at the guy. I could see now that he was younger than I had thought at first, maybe late 20s at most and I could also see he was staring at my dick with a look of unmistakeable interest. "No worries!" he said with a grin He was still staring at my cock and I was getting semi hard now. "Nice dick!" he said "Thank you," I said and then added "I'm sorry mate, I really need to do this!" as I started to piss again. He was still staring at my dick. "Do it on me!" he said suddenly. I looked at him in surprise and he grinned at me. "Piss on me!" he said. I moved towards him and pissed all down his chest and onto the front of his jeans, moving my stream back up his body and aiming the rest straight into his mouth. When I had finished he reached out and pulled my cock towards him. Seconds later he had taken it in his mouth and was sucking me enthusiastically. I let him suck my cock for a while and then I felt myself getting close, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned to him to get up. He hesitated. "I don't know," he said "to be honest mate, I might not be very fresh." I told him I didn't care and I wanted to suck his cock. He hesitated again, but only very briefly and then he unzipped himself and puled his jeans and wet pants own to his knees. He had a nice cock and I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forwards, pulling his arse cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said "Please, fuck me!" I had some lube on me as always, and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock against his arsehole. He was very tight, but I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then he moaned "Harder, fuck me harder!" I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder, turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that he was so into being fucked. I was getting close now and told him so "Oh fuck," he moaned "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A short time later I shot what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out, he turned around and pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard as he wanked his cock and seconds later he shot his load out in front of him. We were both out of breath and as we pulled up our pants he told me it had been a while and said I had given him exactly what he needed. But now, as I told Gerry, I couldn't help wondering if I had also given him something that he didn't need. I told Gerry of some of the other guys I kept seeing in my dreams - some random guys I had fucked at the Vault, a couple of guys I picked up at the gym and some of my Grindr hook ups. I also told him about the Afghan Uber driver who had picked me up at a gay club and had invited me to sit in the front seat with him. He had shown me a picture of his wife and two kids and at first I had thought he was just being friendly when he asked me about the club I had been to. We ended up parked in a wooded area just off the main road where I fucked him, pants down over the bonnet of his car and shot a big load up his hairy arse as he told me how much he liked feeling the cum up his arse when he was driving. There was also the guy I had met on Christmas Eve when I was out with with some friends for a drink. One of my friends knew him and invited him to join us. David was a good looking dark haired guy, tall and slim and in the course of our conversation he told me he was going to be on his own for Christmas as his partner was away. He told me his partner was not out to his parents and was expected to go home for Christmas. "How old is he?" I asked curiously "He's 34." said David "Oh," I said I suggested going for something to eat and soon David and I were in an Indian restaurant enjoying a good feed. He didn't take much persuading to come home with me, although he was clear that if we did anything it would have to be with a condom. I hadn't used a condom for some time, but he produced one and rolled it on my cock. I began to fuck him, but after only a short time he told me to take the condom off. "Are you sure?" I asked Yes, fuck it - do me bareback!" I didn't need any persuading - I ripped off the condom and seconds later I was up his cheating arse bare. I really enjoyed fucking David and I could tell he was enjoying it too. I fucked him kneeling up on the bed, on my back with him riding my cock, then on his back with his legs in the air and then shot a big load right up him. He stayed the night and I fucked him again in the morning and then we showered together. We were both meeting friends for dinner but we were both still horny and we had another quick fuck before he left, he just pulled his pants and trousers down and I fucked him in the living room, sending him off to his friends with a big load up his arse. Then there was Kieran. He was a soldier I had hooked up with on one of the Apps when I was staying in a hotel in the north of England. He was 19, dark haired and up for a fuck. He told me he was in the army stationed at a base nearby and said he didn't have much time. I hadn't expected him to turn up in his army uniform but I wasn't complaining! He sucked my cock really well and the removed his boots, trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed so that I could slide my bare dick into his arse. We finished with him on his back, legs in the air as I fucked him and pumped a nice big load into his soldier boy arse. I told Gerry about my job and how I often picked up guys by giving them my number when they viewed a property and told him how sometimes one of a group of students would contact me after the viewing, sometimes one half a couple - mostly gay couples, but more than a few straight ones. I told him about Julian - a solicitor who had viewed a very expensive high end flat with his husband and had called me afterwards to see if he could have an additional viewing. He seemed very nervous and I guessed I would have to make the first move. As soon as I did, he was all over me. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his pants down and his arse in the air. He asked if I was going to use a condom and when I said I wasn't he said "Oh fuck! He bent over willingly and I fucked and bred him - his smart suit trousers and his Calvin Klein underpants at his knees. When I had finished he told me he had never cheated on his husband and told me his husband was the only guy who had ever fucked him bareback until now. Gerry listened as I told him about a few more guys. "Why do you think you keep seeing their faces?" he asked me I would have felt stupid saying it to anyone else, but somehow I knew Gerry would understand. "I think it's because I infected them with HIV" I said "You think you knocked them up?" said Gerry "Yes." He looked at me. "You're probably right." he said. I hadn't really expected him to say that but he said it was more than likely and I might find I had an instinct for knowing when I had knocked someone up. He also told me that all these guys had offered up their arses of their own free will - they were all adults and I hadn't forced them to do anything they did not want to do. Gerry said that was their responsibility - not mine. As long as I was honest if someone asked me my status and didn't stealth anyone, his view was that I was acting responsibly. Gerry had told me earlier that he was also positive and not on meds, and now he told me that his doctors thought he had acquired a rare strain of HIV that was largely resistant to meds. I was already feeling much better through talking to Gerry and after we had talked a bit more, he did what I had been secretly hoping he would do - he took me home and fucked me! As soon as he closed the door to his flat, I was all over him. He got his cock out and I went down on him. His cock was pretty big, but as I sucked it got bigger and bigger and soon I was sucking on one of the biggest and thickest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. "That's it," he said "Suck on that big poz cock!" I sucked him for a bit longer and then he turned round and bent over. "Now lick my arse!" he said. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up into his hole. I licked him for a while and then took his cock back into my mouth. A few moments later I was on my back on his kitchen table, my shoes, trousers and pants on the floor as Gerry pushed his cock into my arse. His cock was huge and really stretched my arse, but I don't think I have ever felt so turned on. He looked at me. "I bet this is how you got knocked up in the first place!" he said "On your back, letting guys fuck you, no questions asked!" "Yes," I gasped "You're going to love being positive, aren't you?" he said as he continued fucking me. "Yes!" I moaned, "I'm going to love it! I'm going to fucking love it!" "Good boy!" he said as he began to fuck me even harder. "Take my fuck - let me re-charge you!" "Yes, yes!" moaned. "Please do it - recharge me, fucking recharge my cunt!" "I'm getting close!" he said "Do you want this?" "Oh fuck, yes!" I moaned "I want it!" "Tell me how much!" "More than anything!" I moaned "Fuck me, breed me, give me your strain! Give me your fucking strain!" He started to cum in me. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. "Tag me, you bastard! I moaned. "Fucking do it! Tag me for life!" Gerry finished cumming and pulled out of me. I knew I was now on a different path and life would never be quite the same again.

I'ma total newbie at stretching and ass training. I tried my largest plug (still not very big) and a new inflatable plug this morning. After struggling to get it inside, I pumped the new one up to as much as I could take and then jerked off while watching some small stretching porn. Just as I started to come, I gave it another two pumps before I could change my mind and really got stretched as I came. I took a picture right afterwards and here it is. It felt like I'd have been a lot more wrecked than it appears but I guess that's just a testament to how dedicated you others guys are at really pushing the limits of what your holes can do!

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I lost count of the loads I took in the next couple of hours. Poppered up and hazy, I seem to adapt into this new existence as a raw pig. Although the crowd were thinning out, I called out to see if anyone was around, as I was still strapped into the sling. We’ve all had our fun, I thought, as I debated phoning in sick the next morning, or how many hours time it would be. Then I could make out movement from the corner of my eye as a shadow appeared at the door. “Oh hey, could you untie me please? Everyone seems to have fucked off home” Out of the shadows came the receptionist. All six foot of him, with a muscular swimmer’s build, but this time naked bar a clear yellow rubber jock with a black biohazard symbol on the front which contained what looked like a heavy ring at the end of his cock. “Yeah mate, I will do eventually. Once I’ve bred that hole first.” It seemed, well, a reasonable request for freedom at this point. I’m sure something inside of me had been unlocked this evening, and the sight of him had my cock stirring to attention. “It’s Dan, right? Glen and Steve told me you finally had a vacancy, and so I thought I’d have a go” Fuck, he did look beautiful. Standing there in that jock, talking to me like I was a piece of meat. I found myself wanting to taste that biohazard symbol with my tongue, slowly making out the shape of it, as if to write it into my mind. “uh, sure, well go ahead. I guess one last random fuck won’t do me any harm”. Compared to the harm that’s already been committed to me, I weighed up this screwed sense of new principles. “The name’s Mike incidentally and I don’t think you quite understand mate. Usually I’ll turn away most horny drunks that rock up to the sauna in need of a late night snack, but I let you in. I took a shine to you.” Suddenly I felt a little scared. As scared as anyone who was strapped into a sling in a sauna complex where they’d been bred by numerous strangers. “I only gift men who deserve it. Those with… potential.” Everything about this evening had gone from weird to completely fucked up. “Potential?” I asked, worried. “Oh yeah. I’ve been looking for a bugson for a while now, and having watched you adapt to being a raw whore has been very interesting. Seeing as you’re still there, boy, let this bugdaddy mark you as his.” My cock hardened further. What was I hearing? It sounded twisted, wrong and… horny as fuck. “I see you like that boy, now tell bugdaddy to incubate you and claim you as his son” Oh, what the hell. “Please, bugdaddy. Claim this boy as yours. Please…”

The first time I took raw dick was at a Bath House downtown LA. I met this sexy Latin married man about 30 some. He had hard body and nipple that were hard. I had come from the bars and really horny. We were in the glory holes and he gave me some poppers to sniff. I reached back to discover that he was huge not big. He didn't want to get sucked. He had some precum on the tip. I asked him to put a condom on but he said he didn’t have one that fit. I said I could go to the desk and buy one that could fit you. He said hold on just let me put it in a little. so he gave me some poppers again and he put it in a little and it just felt so good. Next thing you know I’m totally wet down there and he’s just pumping me really deep and hard. It was like I lost my mind. Because he fucked me so deep and wet for over an hour. I even came while he was busting his nectar in me as I said for the 3 time don't cum in me. He was dripping at first but when he finally came. It was so much he told me he hadn't cum for 5 days. I always get hard when I remember that cause at that moment, I realize God I love guys fucking me raw, cause it felt so wet and so hard and so deep , and the smell of sex and the sweat and the way he just shot deep in my ass. So much pleasure and pain.

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I enjoy being fucked in the sling at the local bathhouse and sex club and have fucked other guys in them too. Currently I’m a little wary of our local ones as some guys seem to take it as an invitation to attempt to fist me which I’m not into. I think they associate the chains and leather straps with that kind of fetish rather that just plain old fucking. I’m sure it’s a tiny minority but I’ve struck it a couple of times, just enough to slightly inhibit me.

Timothy Ray Brown (March 11, 1966[1] – September 29, 2020) was an American considered to be the first person cured of HIV/AIDS.[2][3] Brown was called "The Berlin Patient" at the 2008 Conference on Retroviruses and Opportunistic Infections, where his cure was first announced, in order to preserve his anonymity. He chose to come forward in 2010. "I didn't want to be the only person cured," he said. "I wanted to do what I could to make [a cure] possible. My first step was releasing my name and image to the public." From Wikipedia

As mostly a top, just about all the guys that I fuck generally suck my cock before or after I have unloaded in their ass. For me, I get so turned on being in a 3way laying on my back 69-style while the guy on top is getting fucked. I find myself rimming the guy on top of me and sucking his cock while he is getting fucked. At the same time I love to rim the guy fucking, and they love it too. But the ultimate thrill is to suck his dick when he pulls it out of the other guy's ass. I figure what the hell, I've already eaten his hole so no biggie to suck the cock that has just been inside it, right! The bonus of course is if it is coated with cum too.

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Chapter 5: The Crowning Moment George stirred slowly awake, conscious only of a distinct feeling of well-being. For the moment, he had forgotten where he had gone to sleep the night before. He had slept very deeply and peacefully, a thing which did not always happen when he was living ashore. Daylight was shining around the edges of the heavy curtains at the windows, but only a little, and he wanted to get up and look out – not just to see what manner of day it might be, but also to try to remember where he was and why. This certainly wasn’t his home in Jamaica, wherever else it might be. He pushed aside the richly-embroidered quilted coverlet, and slid out of bed, padding over to the window in his stockinged feet. Prying the curtains aside, he noted first the sheer size of the glass panes in the window, proof positive that this was a truly wealthy home, and then gazed out at a sunlit vista of symmetrical formal gardens, centred around an elaborate fountain. It was all a far cry from his much more modest home down by the harbour on Port Royal Point in Kingston, and even farther removed from the low deck beams and sloping deck of the captain’s cabin on board Egeria.. This whole expedition to England, right from the outset, had turned into a huge eye-opener, in more ways than one. Speaking of eye-openers, he swung back to the room behind him, to see that the bed covers had already been thrust aside all the way by his bedmate. Ah, yes, that was young Matthew, the aptly-titled Earl of Butcombe. He was lying face down on the bed now, his pert and firm buttocks rising out of the covers with a distinct air of invitation. Memory returned in full force. George had travelled for months, making the long and tedious voyage from Jamaica to Portsmouth aboard the West India packet, to attend at the court of Queen Anne, and to make a personal but highly informal application for a letter of marque. Such a letter of marque, once received, would license him to use his own vessel as a privateer or private ship of war and to prey on the commerce of England’s enemies. In the Caribbean, that could mean any of Spain, France, the Netherlands, or Portugal, according to the rapidly-shifting currents of diplomacy, dynastic marriages, and the terms of peace and war in the eighteenth century. In theory, the practice of issuing letters of marque by colonial governors had ended before George had been born in 1692. In practice, he had heard, the letters could still be had, but only by applying in person in London (and applying very much on the quiet), and only with some kind of sponsorship from the higher echelons of English society. George had already approached the Duke of Bridgwater, an acquaintance of his late father, with a written request. A return letter from the Duke’s private secretary assured him that his request might possibly be granted, but only after he had appeared in London and paid his respects to the Queen and to the various other leading figures at the court. The Duke, the secretary had further informed him, would sponsor Treston to enter the court, and invited Treston to reside at his London town house during the weeks when the court convened at St. James Palace. In closing, the secretary had informed him (a trifle haughtily) that full court dress was essential and that he ought to arrive in London at least a month before the court assembled, to acquire the appropriate clothes before it was time to move into the Duke’s house. The whole tone of the letter reeked of privilege and of the belief among the English aristocracy that men like George were uncouth bumpkins from the outer fringes of the wild lands. So George had sailed from Kingston in the spring of 1722, aboard one of the regular packet ships which carried mail, passengers, and small items of cargo between the islands and London. The entire plan became a trifle skewed during his voyage. Along its way, the West India packet had interrupted its leisurely progress to call in at Bermuda, and there received the sad news. The Queen had fallen ill again and was not expected to recover. When he arrived in England on August 3, he stepped ashore into a country deep in mourning, and learned that Queen Anne had in fact died, two days earlier, and the assembly of the court in September, following the Coronation, was now being planned to welcome the new King – a German prince from Hanover, who was the late Queen’s nearest relative of acceptably Protestant religion. George was advised that he really ought to remain for the ceremonial accession and crowning of the new King. He knew enough to take that as an order, however polite the language. He'd emitted a monumental sigh on hearing this “advice,” but then reflected that it was a good thing that his successful business, and the inheritance from his father, had suitably padded up his strong box. It also occurred to him that this visit to England would be a suitable occasion to enquire into setting up one or more secure bank accounts. However, for the moment, he was forced to write letters, explaining all these details to the company’s acting head, Kiru, and the manager, Silas, back in Kingston. With any luck, the letters might reach Kingston before George himself could expect to return. Maybe. Privately, George was more than a little distressed to be separated for so long from Kiru, but the prospect was looking a little less bleak this morning than it had the day before. In London, George had stayed in a recommended hotel, the Golden Cross, while he acquired the necessary court clothes, as well as more sombre dark suits for the period of public mourning. Then he went on the assigned date to the Duke’s London town residence, Harptree House. There, he showed his letter of invitation, and after his chest and bags were taken in charge by a footman, he was met by an undersecretary who informed him in a snotty tone of voice that he must address the Duke, and the Duke’s private secretary (an Earl no less), as “my lord.” He was then escorted to the private secretary’s office. “Mr. George Treston, my lord,” the undersecretary pompously announced. “Thank you, Pensett,” the young man by the desk said loftily. The undersecretary bowed out, closing the door as he went. Pensett’s departure from the room was definitely an example of “withdrawing” – far too stately to be called simply “leaving.” “Good morning, Mr…. ah… Treston.” “My Lord.” George offered his most stylish bow. “Oh, for God’s sake, let’s drop all that tedious court protocol now.” George’s head jerked up in comical surprise, and the young man facing him laughed heartily. “My name’s Matthew, pleased to meet you.” George studied the handsome face, the trim figure, the snug breeches, and then noticed that Matthew was studying him as well, and in the same way. He didn’t mind a bit. “You probably weren’t expecting a titled Earl to talk to a lowly commoner this way. I was just granted the title last month and I’m still not used to it. You know, having people bowing and scraping to me. Well, let’s get down to business.” Matthew indicated a chair for George, and then perched on the edge of the desk in front of George while describing the schedule for the remainder of the day. Matthew thrust aside the tails of his lavish brocaded coat, allowing the now-noticeable bulge in his breeches to press forward. “You’re to see the Duke at half past four, after he takes tea with the Duchess. Refreshments will be served in the reception room at 6:00, and the procession will enter the dining room at half past seven. You will be partnered with Lady Lydia Galbraith, the lady in waiting to the Duchess.” As Matthew said this, he was discreetly (or not so discreetly) adjusting the lump in his breeches. “You’re expected to make conversation with her, and with the gentlemen on either side of her and the ladies on either side of you.” His droll tone as he rolled his eyes conveyed the tedium of conversing with ladies as opposed to engaging in much more interesting activities with the men. “Once the Duchess and the ladies retire from the dinner table at the end of the meal, and port and cigars are handed around, the formal part of the evening is ended.” George ventured a guess. “And the informal part can begin then, yes?” Matthew grinned and winked in agreement. His interview with the Duke consisted of a mixture of tediously detailed instructions in court protocol along with a whole series of intriguing looks and gestures. George had no trouble deducing that the Duke of Bridgwater found him just as interesting as his secretary had done, and for the same reason. George could then connect the dots and understand just how such a plainly man-loving young man as Matthew had used the Duke as a means of working his way into the heart of the aristocratic inner circle. Several hours later, the port and cigars duly distributed, George had risen from the dinner table and taken his leave, cued by a discreet smile and tilt of the head from Matthew. He had exited the dining room through the same door by which he had seen other men coming and going, guessing it would lead to the privies. As he walked that way, a panel in the wall suddenly opened beside him. A hand reached out, seized his arm, and dragged him quickly in, and the panel silently swung shut before he could even utter. “What the devil…?” A lantern swung up, illuminating the grinning face of Matthew. “I thought,” Matthew drawled out in an amused tone, “that this was what you wanted.” With that, he dropped his hand and caressed the bulge in George’s breeches, feeling it hardening under his hand. “Oh, good, a nice big one.” George moaned quietly as Matthew worked on him. He tried to reach for Matthew to return the favour, but Matthew waved him off. “Not yet. Come this way.” As they walked through the twisting passageway and up two flights of stairs, Matthew was quietly explaining to him. “You can’t run a house like this without these hidden passages inside the walls. They let you get from place to place without everyone seeing you.” “Aren’t you worried about running into some of the servants in here?” “Not now. The private maids and valets are all waiting in the rooms of their respective gentlemen and ladies, while everyone else is downstairs, attending on the party. I’d be more worried about running into the Duke or the Duchess and having to ‘not notice’ whoever they had with them.” With that, he chuckled as he thrust open a door. “Here we are.” They entered a sitting room, where a sleepy-eyed valet snapped to attention. “It’s all right, I shall attend to myself tonight, Davies. You may go to bed.” “Very well, my lord.” The valet bowed out, with a knowing smile on his face. They walked through into a bedroom. Not palatial, but a decent size. Candles were burning on the lampstand on the floor, the curtains were drawn, and the handle of a warming pan could be seen sticking out from under the covers. Matthew put down the lantern he was carrying and at once began to undo his clothes. Hangers awaited in the open clothes press. He began to hang his breeches and coat, then turned to George and said, “Well, what are you waiting for?” “Just enjoying the show.” As George said that, Matthew was pulling up his silken shirt, revealing a nicely-toned body. His drawers dropped next, giving George a prize view of his rigid cock, more than ready for action, and his smooth rounded buttocks. With that, George shifted into high gear, as rapidly dispensing with his clothes and hanging them neatly aside, then stripping off the under layers. While he finished, Matthew was removing the warming pan and turning down the coverlet. “I was right. A good, big one. Bring that thing over here and let’s get in together.” As George scrambled into the bed, Matthew extinguished the candles, one by one, and then dropped into bed next to him, pulling the covers up as he did so. George pushed up against Matthew’s body, feeling their hard cocks dueling in between them like swordsmen. He reached down to grasp Matthew’s shapely erection and found that the head was already wet with juice. “My, my, aren’t you all fired up and ready to explode.” Matthew chuckled. “Not exactly. I just get wet right away and keep on leaking for quite a while.” With that, he pushed his mouth onto George’s lips, prying them open with his tongue. At the same time, his own hand wrapped itself around George’s pole and began to squeeze and stroke it. In no time, two sizable erections were both ready and more than ready. But George wasn’t quite certain of what to do next. It wasn’t that he lacked experience – far from it. But this was another matter altogether. What was the correct protocol when you were bedding down with a member of the titled aristocracy? Normally, it would be a case of bow, scrape, and do whatever was asked. The problem was that the Earl of Butcombe was acting like he felt it was much more blessed to receive than to give, as he turned over and rubbed his firm round ass against George’s rampant (and now leaking) tool. George finally shrugged and let instinct dictate his actions, reflecting that, if he was wrong, he could always go back to Jamaica empty-handed – and wouldn’t mind doing so as long as he succeeded in piercing and filling this beautiful aristocratic ass at least once. With that thought, he dug his fingers into Matthew’s crack and found, to his delight, that the man was not only clean but nicely moistened with some scented lotion. He worked the tip of his rampant cock into place and began to push. It was plain at once that he had made the right choice. The Earl was certainly no shrinking violet. His hole opened right up with no delay, allowing George to slide inside him and keep right on sliding to the bottom of the well. There he lay, stretched out along the back of a titled Earl, no less, with his rampant cock buried deeply inside the Earl’s tight hole. But then he felt that hole chewing in a demanding sort of way on his cock and knew that it was time for him to stand and deliver, so to speak. George began sliding his erect tool out of the warm hole which caressed it, and then back in. Matthew, Earl of Butcombe, moaned in ecstasy as George Treston drove deep into his body, over and over. But then George cried aloud and, with a violent contraction of his loins, spewed a massive load of sperm inside the Earl’s titled butthole. The three months away from Kiru and the three weeks without the ministrations of Jeremiah, the talented cabin boy on the West India packet, had done their dirty work. Matthew cried, “Oh, no!” His tone was disappointed. But George hastened to reassure him by resuming the pace of his fucking and slowly speeding it up. Before long, his hips were slapping loudly against Matthew’s firm round ass on every stroke. Now that he’d spurted once, George was in a fair way to keep going for quite a while before his next explosion. And Matthew was loving every minute of it. His loud moans and the twisting motions of his body made it plain that he was a natural-born bottom, and indeed that he had an uncommonly sensitive ass. After a few minutes of this treatment, his hole seized right up on George’s rampant cock as he convulsed in his first orgasm. George kept right on fucking, and discovered to his delight that Matthew, like his own talented apprentice Blaine, was one of those rare men who could keep right on having orgasms in a chain, one after another, on and on until he was practically screaming for relief. And because his hole kept right on grabbing at George, on and on, it didn’t take too much longer for George to bestow a second load into that talented ass. George’s legs were getting a bit sore. He decided to force a change of position, hoping that the Earl wouldn’t be too upset at him for acting in such an inappropriate and forward manner. He pulled out, climbed up on the bed, and lay down beside Matthew, then pulled Matthew up onto his side so that George’s cock was in position to slide into him from behind. Thus positioned, George resumed his energetic fucking of the Earl, ramming deep and hard inside and pulling all the way out, again and again. Matthew squealed each time he slammed his cock deep down into that hole, and then exhaled loudly as he pulled out. It was more than he could stand, and his chain of orgasms finally died away, but only after he’d made a thoroughgoing mess of the bedcovers. George speeded up, sensing that the evening was about to come to an end, and in less than a minute his, too, managed to reach a third climax. He pulled out at last, rolling onto his back with a gasp of exhaustion. It had been the biggest workout he’d given himself in quite a while. Beside him, Matthew’s slow, gentle, quiet breathing settled down to a steady rhythm as sleep claimed him. George let himself go and fell asleep right after. During the night, he woke up to use the chamber pot, then pulled the eiderdown over both of them and fell asleep again. Now he stood by the window, enjoying the view of the gardens in the morning sunlight alternately with the view of the enticing body lying on the bed. Then the door opened, and Davies, the valet, entered with two cups of tea on a tray. He smiled at the sight of George’s naked body by the window and put the tea down on the table – then proceeded to rouse his master. Once Matthew had recovered consciousness, Davies handed him a note. He read it once, then again, and then dismissed Davies and sprang out of bed. “Good morning, my lord,” George said, chuckling. Matthew laughed for a moment, then turned serious. “I need to move fast. The Duke wants to see me in an hour. I’m sorry, but I will have to ask you to wait until I’ve prepared and gone.” “I have all day, as far as I know.” Matthew picked up and rang the hand bell. Davies entered again. “Davies, bring hot water and lay out my fresh clothes. Then, go to the kitchen and make up a breakfast tray for Mr. Treston. After he’s eaten, you can help him to wash and dress, and then show him the way to his room through the passages.” “Yes, my lord.” After Matthew had washed, dressed, and gone, Davies came back again with a breakfast tray, and another note, this one for George. He opened it and read: Kindly present yourself in the Amber Drawing Room At Four O’Clock this afternoon To take Tea with the Duke and Duchess of Bridgwater. After he’d enjoyed his breakfast, and been shown to his room, he pondered what he would do to occupy himself between ten o’clock and tea time. As he was mulling that question over, there came a knock at the door – the main door, the entrance from the main hall. He got up and opened the door, revealing a strange young man in servant uniform. “Yes?” “My name is Herne, sir. I am assigned to take care of you and attend to your needs during your stay here at Harptree House. To begin with, I have been told to show you the way to your own room.” “Thank you, Herne. Let’s go there first.” It was a brief walk along the hall and around a corner until they came to a pleasant room which faced out on the courtyard in the middle of the house. George’s bag and sea chest were already there, placed next to the clothes press and the chest of drawers. “I can tend to unpacking your clothes at the first opportunity when you are occupied elsewhere,” Herne said in a discreet voice. “If you don’t mind, Herne, I’d like to ask you a few questions.” “Of course, sir.” “First of all, since I’m invited to tea this afternoon, which way do I go to find the Amber Drawing Room?” “It’s downstairs, sir. I will show you.” “Thank you. And second, since it’s going to be a while until tea, where can I go to get a light meal between now and tea time?” Herne smiled. “If you wish to go downstairs, there is a buffet laid out in the private dining room between twelve o’clock and half past one. Or, it you prefer, I will be at your service to bring what you wish to your room.” “I should prefer to go down, I think. And finally: where do I go to head outside for a walk in the gardens?” “I will show you that as well, sir. If you need nothing more here…?” “Not at this time, thank you.” “Then we may as well go down now, and I will show you what you wish to know.” Nothing there but respectful attention, George thought. No such subtle signals as he’d gotten from Matthew. Nor was there any sign of the slightly insolent smirk he’d observed on Davies’ face. While Herne might not be on the “available” list, it was plain to George already that, no matter who did what, the servants would immediately know all about it. He followed Herne along the hall, and around the corner to the sweeping main staircase, fitted like a frame around a cascading crystal chandelier. They descended to the main floor, and Herne began pointing things out to him. “The Card Room, sir. The Garden Room. This is the Amber Drawing Room.” He proceeded a few steps down the hall and then indicated an open double door on the other side. “The Private Dining Room. As you can see, sir, the tables are already laid out for the luncheon buffet.” At this point, he doubled back and walked past the main stairs in the opposite direction, then pointed out a short hallway where several steps led down to a double French door. “The exit to the gardens, sir.” “Thank you, Herne. I think that covers all I need to know for now. No, wait, one last thing. How do I call you when I need you?” “In your own room, sir, simply ring the bell. Here in the public rooms, you can ask the butler or one of the footmen to locate me.” “Thank you, Herne. That is all for now.” George studied Herne as he walked away. The man carried himself very well, and his uniform fitted him very neatly, allowing George a good guess at what lay underneath. It was a pity that he hadn’t given away any clues. Ah, well, time enough for that. At four o’clock he was introduced into the Amber Drawing Room by a footman. A little to his surprise, there were no other guests than himself. Conversation was stilted at first but soon warmed up. The Duke’s normal irascible tone was considerably sweetened by his wife’s presence, while her low but melodious voice was pleasant to the ear. They asked him many questions about life in Jamaica, and he in turn asked about London, and about the ducal manor in Bridgwater, three days’ journey to the west. But George couldn’t rid himself of the impression that, throughout this congenial chat, both the Duke and the Duchess were trying to undress him with their eyes. Later that night, after another and only slightly less formal and boring dinner, George was relaxing in his room. Herne was giving him a foot rub after prying his too-tight formal shoes loose from his feet. Both of them pricked up their ears at the sound of a quiet knock, or was it a scratch? It came from the door to the inner passageways. Herne went over and opened the door, disclosing a young woman. “Excuse me, Mr. Treston, sir,” and here she dropped a most beautiful curtsey, “but her Grace the Duchess would like to have a word with you. In private, if you please, sir.” The last words were unmistakably directed at Herne. House shoes on in place of evening shoes, George followed her through the passages until they came out in the private sitting room of the Duchess’ suite. She curtseyed again, and then withdrew. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Treston.” “My lady.” George bowed to her. “Oh, do let us dispense with that tedious courtly protocol. I asked you to come here because I heard that you spent last night with Matthew.” George’s embarrassed grin gave her the answer she expected. “I heard from Anna that you gave him quite a wild ride.” “Yes, I did.” “And I wanted to take a turn in the saddle myself.” “Well, Ma’am, I don’t normally give lessons to ladies.” “I expected that to be your answer. But are you sure…” and here she reached up and removed the towering, curly wig, “that I am a lady?” George, bereft of words, gaped at the sight. Shorn of the masses of curls, the Duchess was unmistakably a man. Holding the wig in one hand, he walked over to the table and rang for the maid. Anna returned to the room, taking the wig, and escorting him into the next room, signalling to George to come with them. He followed, dazed -- but also intrigued. The evening became even more intriguing as the Duchess (as George supposed he should still be considered) calmly proceeded to undress Anna, the maid, who now also was revealed to be an attractive young man. As they disrobed, they took turns helping each other to wipe off their elaborate feminine make-up. George had also begun to undress now, and Anna now took a moment to show him a special cupboard for the guest clothing. Soon the three of them were standing, naked, checking each other out. They made an interesting mixed trio: one slender young lad, one man in his twenties, and one older man heading towards middle age, but still well worth anyone’s time. Their cocks were arranged in size in the same order as their ages, with the largest cock of the lot belonging to the Duchess. However, if George was expected to be scared or intimidated, his “hostess” was due for a disappointment. The man who could regularly take everything Kiru had to give him would never be intimidated by mere size, no matter how impressive. In no time, George was on his knees, sucking on that generous slab of meat while the young fellow lay on the floor in front of him, giving his own cock a treatment. Act Two saw the three of them up on the sizable bed, with the “Duchess” eating George’s ass while he in turn ate the ass of “Anna”. Once both of them were thoroughly loosened up, the show proceeded to the grand finale, as George entered the boy’s ass while the “Duchess” entered his. He’d never experienced such a sensation before, fucking and getting fucked all at the same time, and it aroused him mightily. In the end, after an hour of exhaustive activity, the guest of honour had cum three times inside the maid, no less, while the hostess had bred him twice. Not to be outdone, “Anna” had spewed two loads all over the bedcovers. Anna was also the first to recover. In commendably quick time, he had slipped back into his maid’s dress and wig, done a rapid make-up job, and was once again the demure servant to the life. Anna curtseyed to them both and withdrew, after asking the Duchess what time she would like coffee and asking George if he had any instructions for Herne. The Duchess remained, cuddling on the bed with a bemused but satisfied George. “Well, Mr. Treston, I imagine you have a few questions you would like answered. And please don’t fuss me with any protocol. It’s so out of place at this hour and in this state of undress.” They both laughed before George came out with the foremost question in his mind. “Are all the ‘women’ in this house men in women’s clothes and wigs?” “Not all, but many. And some of the servants who appear to be men are actually women. We planned it that way when we decided to get married.” George shook his head, dazed, as she went on. “I was an actor when Robert met me. There were a few of us who dressed as women for parody shows which we did in private homes. He was a guest at one of these parties, and he guessed almost at once that I was actually a man. After we’d spent some time together, we made a match of it, and we brought along a number of my theatre friends as servants and members of the household. Matthew was one of them. “It takes a great deal of money to keep everyone happy, of course, but Robert has made some astute and profitable speculations in London real estate, while I had already had a successful career at clipping the bank accounts of wide-eyed, wealthy young men who couldn’t resist a big cannon. So all of the household staff are very well paid, certainly better than if they were employed in the Royal Household.” Their conversation continued along those lines for a while. In time, George got up, dressed, kissed the Duchess good night and wished him/her sweet dreams, which made both of them laugh again. Back in his room, he found Herne waiting, stolid and stone-faced as ever. Herne assisted him to prepare for bed, and then disappeared with a polite but meaningless “Good night.” And George lay awake for some time, pondering everything he had learned. The next evening he had to disappoint Matthew, who had been hoping for another night of fun and games. “I’m sorry, your Lordship, but I’m all worn out after the last two nights.” “Rumour has it that, when you’re at home, you’re good for every night.” George laughed at that, but his laugh soon turned sad and serious. Having hot sex on tap any day and every day was all very well, but there was no substitute for time spent with the man he loved. Matthew quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. We all heard from a business associate of the Duke about your legendary love affair, and I should have known that you’d be missing him. Come on, let’s just cuddle up and you can tell me about him.” They proceeded to do just that, and George was definitely relieved by having a chance to talk about some real part of his life, in this bizarre nest of pretences and disguises and false fronts. Matthew held him close and stroked him gently as he talked, and that simple gesture of caring went a long way too. In the end, they fell asleep together like that, with Matthew holding George close. Life continued on for the next month at Harptree House, even as the preparations for the coronation and the court assembly went forward. George fucked repeatedly, or got fucked by, the Duke, the Duchess, the Earl, Anna (whose real name was Leonard), Pensett (who became far less pompous and officious after George bred him), Davies, and others. When the time came for the Coronation, the Duke had numerous official engagements, most important of them being the Accession Council. He and the Duchess, and the Earl with them, had to attend a number of high-level parties (“mind-numbing boredom,” as the Duchess complained to George later at night after one of them). For the Coronation itself, they even wangled a seat for George at the very back of Westminster Abbey, no mean achievement when eighty percent of the Abbey’s capacity was taken up by people required to attend by reason of protocol. The big moment George was preparing for came a week and a half later, when the Court officially assembled. Herne had dressed him to perfection in his court clothes, ensuring that his curled formal wig was exactly adjusted on his head. Lady Lydia had taken him in hand at the palace, leading him through the echelons of under-under-secretaries and sub-sub-officials. So well had his hosts trained him that he felt not the slightest quiver of nerves as his name was announced by the usher. He advanced, making the three ceremonial bows, and then bent to kiss the ring on the King’s hand. He even managed to withdraw backwards and over to the side without tripping over his own feet. There were still a string of formal balls to be gotten through, but the Harptree dancing master had ensured that he knew all the steps and wouldn’t disgrace himself or his hosts. However, with the Coronation and the Court Assembly out of the way, the most nerve-wracking parts were done. All that remained to be done now was to wait for an appointment with the King’s personal advisor for the colonies, where he might receive the hoped-for letter of marque. Another two weeks elapsed after the Coronation and the Court Assembly had happened, and the first three formal balls had passed, before George got the notice he’d been awaiting. Three mornings afterward, he presented himself and his letter of sponsorship from the Duke at the offices of Sir Vincent Hilperton, the personal advisor. After a brief and apparently pointless conversation, Sir Vincent thanked him for coming in the sort of bored, official tones which too plainly added the unspoken words, “and don’t stumble on the way out.” However, as George retreated into the antechamber, he was intercepted by a secretary who handed him a large envelope which contained the long-awaited letter. The Duke had already admonished him that the less people knew about his mission the better, so he settled for quietly informing the Duke that he had received the thing which he sought. From the lack of response on the Duke’s face, George deduced (correctly as it happened) that his host had known the outcome for some time, if not since before George even arrived in London. But he took it philosophically, understanding better than many older men that the hoops must all be jumped through in the correct order. That being the case, it was time for George to prepare for the long voyage home. He purchased another trunk to hold all his London finery from a leading maker. He found a date and time for a westbound ship which would take him across the ocean to Antigua. From there, he could readily get a berth on a ship heading for Jamaica – perhaps even one of his own ships, such as Euphemia, which called at Antigua from time to time. He worked in reverse order through his multiple partners at Harptree House, spending time or even full nights with each of them in turn. Last on the list was Matthew, the Earl of Butcombe, and here yet again George was invited, or expected, to spend a whole night. He gave himself a night off before his final night with Matthew, knowing that Matthew would expect him to plant at least two good-sized loads inside his firm round ass, and perhaps even more. The truth was that, ever since the night when Matthew had invited George to confide in him, the two had become good friends as much as bed partners. As ever, George had no trouble at all in rising to the occasion, giving Matthew a rousing fuck at bedtime, and cumming inside him twice. Then, in the morning, he continued in a gentler vein, sliding his way into Matthew’s warm, wet, welcoming hole to awaken him, and then pumping him slowly and gently until the floodgates opened and he poured a third load inside the Earl. Afterwards, as they relaxed while still joined together, Matthew sighed. “Dammit, George, I am really going to miss you when you’re gone. Nobody, and I mean nobody in this house fucks nearly as energetically or imaginatively as you do.” “Nobody? Really?” George had certainly enjoyed the variety offered to him as a guest. “There’s only one man here who comes even close to you.” “Who is that?” “Herne.” “Herne???” The shock in George’s voice matched the comically wide eyes and mouth. Matthew couldn’t help laughing at him. “What, you didn’t know? Well, no, that’s obvious that you didn’t know. I’m surprised.” “Herne never gave any indication that he was interested at all.” Matthew chuckled. “Well, he is, but in a different way. If you’d made a move in that direction, you would have found yourself escorted to the cellars and fastened down somewhere while he teased you, tickled you, tormented you, and finally turned you over so he could give you the works. I love getting myself filled up, but even so I can only take the full Herne treatment a few times every year. It takes a while to recover, and for the marks to die away, so I have to do it when I have no business appointments to worry about for the next week or so.” George shook his head, bemused. His main thought was that he was glad he hadn’t made a move in that direction any time during the week of the Coronation. The next day, Herne packed all of George’s belongings neatly away, certainly far more neatly than George could have done. George spent the day making final rounds in public view, tipping the various servants and enjoying a final round of tea, dinner, and conversation with the Duke and the Duchess. They, too, had enjoyed his presence as a guest, and not just in bed. As the Duke put it, in his normally irascible voice, “You’re a breath of fresh air among all the stuffed shirts I have to put up with.” The next morning, a carriage came to the front door to convey George to the docks where he would board the packet for the Atlantic voyage. His trunks and bags had been sent ahead over night and were in place in the hold and in the cabin. The ship’s captain showed great courtesy in taking him around to see where all his possessions were stowed. He knew that George owned a fleet of ships in the Caribbean, and wanted to be memorable, in case he ever wanted a change of career from the tedium of long Atlantic voyages. It was a long voyage, and it was tedious, but George at least managed the lucky break of finding a ship two days after he landed in Antigua which would call at Kingston on the way to the Caymans and Belize. That last leg of the trip passed off quickly enough, and George found himself and his belongings being landed on the new pier. And there was his humble house – humble, yes, but it certainly looked homelike to him after so many months divided between strange ships and stranger palaces. He hired a young man to load his things onto his donkey cart and convey them to this house and gave the lad a generous tip on delivery. Then he could finally relax. He had the house to himself, but he had expected that, since Carmelita wasn’t in the harbour. The odds had been not very good in any case that Kiru would happen to have been at the home base. He settled into a chair in the sitting room, quietly pondering everything he had seen and heard, and all he had learned, during his adventures. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, there came a knock at the door. Not a polite knock, Not the quiet, gentle scratch on the door employed by the servants at Harptree House. This was a peremptory knock, a commanding knock, even an urgent knock. George sighed and pulled himself to his feet. He opened the door to Silas Braydon, accompanied by a younger man. George didn’t know him by name, but his face was vaguely familiar. It was Silas, though, who opened the conversation in hesitant tones as soon as they were inside. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, George. I knew you’d be resting after your long voyage, but I have very serious news to share.” “Well?” “And you must prepare yourself for a terrible shock.” “All right, Silas, come on, out with it.” Silas still hesitated for a moment, but he knew that his time was up. “I’m so sorry, George, but here it is: Kiru is dead.”

I dont really care how they look. Sperm is sperm. Hate the word: "ugly" but lets go with it... 😉 The ugly guys tend to have a lot less sex so they will probably shoot more sperm ❤️ But yes, I feel a lot sluttier when sucking an older or ugly man. And I love that an old mans cock feels and looks the same as the cock of a young guy. The penis doesn't seem to age (to some point). That's why I am a "focus on cock, not faces" kinda cocksucker. Enjoy all cock! 😉

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Damn that's hot. Although I like the idea of being able to see who is fucking me, knowing I can't stop it from happening 😅

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Chapter 4 Monday morning found myself in Gino’s medical room again. Only a week after my first visit. ‘So, there is something we need to discuss. For the record, although you didn’t know it, I’m undetectable’ said Gino ‘ I can’t go round pozzing my patients, can I ?’ ‘Are you disappointed? You seemed to be gagging for a poz load?’ ’er I don’t know what comes over me. I’ve never been like this , but ever since I tried to scratch that itch all I seem to want is cock and cum. And I don’t know why but poz guys excite me’ I blurted out. ’ Have you taken the Prep I prescribed last week?’ ‘Er no, it’s still hidden in my car. I didn’t want my girlfriend to see it’ ’and how is that relationship going?’ I gulped. ‘We’ve had sex once but it was anal. I can’t seem to get hard for her. I had to think of guys to get hard then’ ‘ok, and what about porn? Do you watch any?’ I nodded ‘yes…. But it’s all gay porn recently’ ‘I think you have to be honest with yourself ‘ Gino added’ A lot of men don’t realise that they’re gay , or suppress it, until they finally have cock, and then sooner or later they realise. Some are never honest but others accept the truth and enjoy the reality. But straight men don’t suck cock and let guys fuck them like you do. ‘ I took a deep breath. ‘I’m not straight’ I admitted. ‘I’m not even bi, I know I’m gay now’ I breathed out. I had said it and Gino smiled ‘ yes I think you knew that. A lot of guys who come out want to play around, catch up on what they have been missing out on, and a lot don’t want to take Prep and stay unprotected and bareback. They want to feel natural, and it is natural as a bottom to want a guy to cum in you and take alpha cock. A lot of barebackers are poz and like breeding bottoms, and a lot of bottoms want to have that right of passage and start taking poz cock and convert for their tops. Produce their own poz cum. ‘ ‘Thats what I want’ I heard myself say. ‘ Good, I was hoping you would. I presume you don’t want any pep for the poz loads you took in the sauna?’ . I shook my head’ I will mark you down as confirming choice to come off prep too.Keep in touch and enjoy the sauna. Come in for a check up in about four weeks time. I left empty handed. What had I said? . I could still stop if I wanted, I thought. The week dragged and on the Thursday Maria and I went to the gym. There was a launch party for some product when we were there and we decided to stay, have a couple of drinks and mingle. I found myself chatting to a couple of guys, one who was obviously gay, but was surprised when the other introduced himself as the other guys partner. ‘You seem surprised Nathan’ he said. ‘No I er didn’t realise there were… erm u know what I mean’ I stammered. He laughed ‘ I know what you mean. I’m David, this is Lee. Yes we’re gay and yes we like playing together with other guys …… if you know any’ Was he flirting? ‘ We’ll ….. ‘ I hesitated. I looked round and saw Maria chatting with the tattooed guy Andy that had fucked me a couple of weeks previously. ‘ I’m not out….. but I’m gay. But it’s complicated’ I said quietly. ‘Ah you’re also with a girl the. And she doesn’t know. Don’t worry we’re discreet. This is a bit boring - let’s sneak back to the locker room. Is that your girl chatting to Andy? ‘ I nodded ‘She should be careful with him. He has a big cock and he’s poz. He likes breeding guys and girls’ With that he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the party. We went quickly to the locker rooms. I was hard already. I sank to my knees as Dave shrugged down his track shorts. His cock sprang free. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth . It felt so good. ‘Suck Lee too’ Dave ordered . I turned and Lee’s cock was in my face. I took him in my mouth and was aware of hands pulling my shorts down, a finger quickly probing my ass. Then I felt breath and a tongue rimming my hole. I concentrated on sucking Lee’s cock, as I felt Dave’s cock replace his tongue . With a grunt he thrust into my ass. ‘ I only fuck raw since I took Andy’s babies’ Dave said as he started pounding my ass. I didn’t register the nuance at first, then it clicked . I got even harder’ if you’re poz just fuck it into me. I want it, make sure’ I breathed ‘Poz my fucking ass’ ‘ with pleasure’ Dave rushed as he picked up pace ‘ I’ll definitely shoot my load in that neg hole anytime’, give u my babies’ Cockbrain had taken over again. I could feel Lee’s cock jerk and cum flooded my mouth. I concentrated on swallowing it all when Dave grunted and thrust into me a final time. I knew he was cumming in me. ‘ ‘That was fucking hot fella, we must keep in touch. I would love to make sure my babies take’ Dave winked at me ‘Let’s get back before we’re missed. I returned to the party. I couldn’t see Maria… or Andy. I looked round the room, then Maria appeared at my elbow . ‘Hi’ she said. ‘Oh I was just looking for you’ was it my imagination or did she look a little flushed? ‘I was just chatting to that guy with the tattoos, Andy’ she explained. I suddenly hoped that she had been doing a bit more than chatting, and wondered if she had had some cock too. Poz cock at that. ‘ shall we go.? ‘ she said. ‘I’m just a bit tired’ ‘yeah’ I replied. ‘Same’ My mind was wandering. Maybe if Maria wanted a regular thing with Andy, I could go out more often with Dave and Lee ……. to be continued

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 9. Mark told Tom it was time for them to go. The clerk said wait a minute. He has something to give Tom. Tom has been so brisk that he has earned a small gift. Clerk unbuttoned his leather pants and lowered them to his ankles. Tom stared at the man's long and thin cock, which hung limply between the man's thin legs. The clerk bent down a little and pulled an average cock-sized butt plug out of his own ass. With one good push, the clerk plunged the slimy butt plug straight into Tom's ass. "This will keep all those precious liquids inside you better," grumbled the clerk. The clerk pulled his leather pants back up and buttoned the front. Mark patted the bottom of the butt plug and let Tom know it was time to go. In the car, the butt plug stretched Tom's hole and every bump in the road felt divine in Tom's anus. Soon Mark drove his car into the yard of his own house. The front yard of the two-story detached house was sheltered, so it didn't matter if Tom was still wearing nothing but his old jocks. At the house, Mark gave Tom something to eat and drink. After eating, Mark led Tom into the bedroom. There was a very large bed in the bedroom, where four adult men could have slept well. Mark took off Tom's jocks ja Tom and Mark settled down on the bed to rest. Mark turned on the big LED TV and soon a movie started playing on the screen. Mark said that the main star of the movie was porn actress Blake Daniels. Blake Daniels looked a lot like Tom. They both had the same Body Structure and both were very pale and almost hairless. Blake could have been Tom's older brother. In the film, a completely naked Blake lay in a sling with his legs up. One after another, the big-cocked men fucked and cummed on Blake's ass. Secretly, Tom admired Blake, who seemed to be voraciously enjoying every load of cum he received. Tom even imagined himself in Daniel's place in the sling and offering his bare ass to all the men. It was clear as day that Bottom's unprotected ass was the only place where all the hot loads of cum would end up. Mark let out a horny moan and breathed through Tom's spermy jockstraps. Tom's own cock was standing rock hard and he couldn't help but jerk it off as he watched the movie. Suddenly his whole body stiffened as his cock blasted all the sperm in a huge shower onto Tom's own hair, face and stomach. That was the biggest load Tom had ever shot. Mark immediately put Tom's sperm in his mouth and then fed the sperm to Tom. Tom was again surprised how uninhibited sex between two men can be. When all the sperm had been cleaned, Tom and Mark fell asleep on each other's laps in Mark's big bed. The ass plug given by the clerk still kept the nasty man's deposit deep in Tom's ass.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 8. Mark grabbed Tom's hand and said let's go see if we could get freshly emptied guts refilled. Mark led Tom to a wall with a few holes in it. Mark asked has Tom ever seen Glory Holes? Tom shook his head and stared in fascination at the holes and the dried runoff and splashes around them. The wall looked very worn and dirty, but still the thought excited Tom. Suddenly, a red and swollen cock poked through one of the hole. Mark urged Tom to go and investigate it more closely. Tom walked up to the cock and stroked it lightly with his hand and sniffed it. The cock didn't smell fresh at all, but still the sight excited Tom. Tom felt his anus start to tickle with excitement and he began to wiggle his ass shyly in front of Mark. Mark encouraged Tom that if he wanted to, he could very well try what a cock would feel like in Tom's hungry hole. Tom looked at Mark in disbelief, but at the same time firmly held the root of the cock with his hand and began to guide it towards his own ass. Tom withdrew his ass onto the cock and gently began to press against it. First the cock's helmet pressed into Tom's hole and soon the whole cock was completely inside. Tom moaned in pleasure as the stranger's raw cock began to move back and forth inside Tom. Tom enjoyed when the unknown man's cock stretched Tom's guts wonderfully. Just then a skinny clerk walked into the room and Mark went over to him. Mark and the man were talking, but Tom only heard words here and there. "fresh meat", "later", "cockhungry", "chasing", "no refusal"... Tom didn't have time to focus on the conversation better as the pace of the man behind the wall increased all the time. The man pounded the wall wildly and finally shouted loudly "take my seed, you greedy sperm bucket". Tom recognized the voice. The man was the same one who had swallowed the sperm from Tom's ass in the steam room. Now Tom had let that nasty man fuck him with his bare cock and bred him. The man withdrew from inside Tom and after a moment walked from behind the wall to Mark and the clerk. The clerk immediately knelt in front of the man and took the man's thick cock completely in his mouth. The clerk willingly licked the man's cock clean. Tom's nasty fucker thanked Mark and the clerk and left. Cold shivers went through Tom. The skin on the buttocks of the man who had just fucked Tom was hanging. The man didn't look well at all. Tom wondered how he could fail his self-control to let that sick-looking man cum in his ass.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 4. Mark pushed his bare cock right up to the bottom of Tom's ass. It felt indescribably good to be raw inside an 18-year-old young man. Mark would be the first to seed young Tom's ass. Mark was already sure that he wouldn't be last either. Tom felt Mark's sure, hard, deep thrusts. He felt alive. This was what he had already secretly dreamed of. Raw cock deep in Tom's virgin ass. Mark's thrusts became faster and faster. Finally, Mark's movements stopped completely deep in Tom's ass and a deep growl came out of Mark's mouth. Mark's rock hard cock injected at least seven squirts of sperm deep into Tom's hole. At the same time, Tom's own cock sprayed the sperm into the bag of the jockstraps hands-free. Tom felt satisfied and well seeded. They both fell into bed to rest while Mark's cock was still in Tom's cum hole. After resting for a while and his breathing evening out, Mark pulled out of Tom's pink hole. The cum-coated hole looked really desirable. Tom took off the blindfold to finally see Mark fully. Mark's naked body and handsome face pleased Tom. Mark clearly looked older than Tom's own father. Mark got out of bed and pulled Tom to the side of the bed. Mark lifted Tom's long legs onto his own shoulders and placed his spermy cock back into Tom's hole. With one thrust, Mark pushed himself into Tom's sperm hole again and started hammering hard on Tom's ass. This time they looked into each other's eyes. After a few minutes of deep and hard thrusts Mark roared take my seed cumboy. Mark came out inside Tom for the second time.