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I had just sat in at the rowing machine in my gym when I noticed a stunning young man who looked Middle Eastern. He was sweating away on the stair master in front of me. I had a bird’s eye view of his perfect bubble butt and his well-developed calves and thighs as they worked their muscular dance. Thankfully he couldn’t see how intensely I was staring. I started to row and soon found I had set my pace to his movement. It was a bit faster and more vigorous that my normal workout rate, but I had become mesmerized. I had been so hypnotized by the oscillation of his ass cheeks that I didn’t notice when he first stepped off his machine and turned to take in the entirety of the gym. I stayed in my trance so long that he began to stare back at me. I awoke deeply startled and embarrassed when he began to move in my direction. He gracefully traveled to the rowing machine beside me and moved directly into action. I tried to avert my attention but caught myself straining to watch him out of the corner of my eye. He started by setting his pace with mine and soon started to speed up ever so slightly. Unconsciously I found myself being drawn; seduced, to speed up with him. I was once again soon in a trance and lost track of how much my eyes had turned to focus on his well-developed arms. I thought the thick black hair on them was just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The tightening and relaxing rhythm of his muscles as the carriage slid back and forth was like the working of a steam engine piston. My gaze moved beyond his arms to notice his bare torso showing through the almost waist deep cut of the arms of his workout shirt. His six-pack rippled, his pectorals pulsed, and his dark nipple … well, what can I say? … a man’s nipple is like a sexual magnet for my eyes. Especially when it is seductively peaking out from behind his gapping shirt. I was still rowing but my head was now clearly turned and staring at this gorgeous specimen of a man. If he noticed he hadn’t let on. I took in his warm face with thick five o’clock shadow, his flowing black longish wavy hair, and those dark dark brown eyes. They were focused directly in front of him, was he oblivious to my shameless attention and staring? Or was he intentionally teasing my sexual desire for such an unattainable specimen of a man? My cock was now fully aroused and tenting my work-out shorts. Why had a put on the jock strap with the mesh pouch when I left the stand-up tanning booth? The mesh was stretchy and designed to grow with the hardening tool inside. Without thinking I reached to adjust my hard on and the handles went crashing forward smacking my knees as they passed. An involuntary yelp exploded through my tightly clenched lips, followed by the ever present Canadian “Sorry.” He stopped rowing and asked if I was OK. Painfully aware he was now the one staring my erection twitched as if to say “here, over here, notice me.” He’d heard it loud and clear. He didn’t believe my response; “Oh sorry, no I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. That looks mighty uncomfortable, and I think you need some help with it.” He said this with a teasing grin. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I blurted. “You say sorry a lot. Is that your pat response when a guy comes on to you?” I could barely register his words I was so embarrassed and shocked. “Sorry. A guy like you wouldn’t want to fuck me.” ‘My God’ I thought, ‘did I say that with my outside voice?’ “Actually, I think your one sexy Silver Daddy. Nothing I’d like more than to get a piece of your hairy ass.” Did he not realize we were in the middle of a busy public gym? “Um … um … thanks?” I was so flustered it came out as a question. His encouraging voice and Middle Eastern accent; “Come on, lets go.” , as he jumped up from his machine. I sat staring at my tent, “But, but…?” “Celebrate it daddy, let’s show it off, no need to be embarrassed.” His words of encouragement. I reluctantly stood and he took my hand leading me toward the lockers. When I slowed to search for my lock his grip increased, and he yanked me on and into one of the shower rooms. Closing and locking the door he pushed me against the wall and planted a full lipped passionate kiss on my mouth. I soon melted from my frozen shock and our tongues began exploring the inside of each others’ mouths. After a full two minutes we broke the face sucking, and he was the first to speak. “Fuck yea daddy! You are one good kisser, I like that!” I couldn’t say anything, I just stood their melting under the gaze of those beautiful dark eyes. He then reached over and pulled my stretched wife beater over my head. He tossed it aside and ran his dark fingers through my thick chest hair. When I still didn’t move, he ripped off his shirt and quickly leaned in to suck on my nipples. As he gave them intense and lingering attention I felt his hand push down my shorts, then my jock, finally releasing my 8 inch hard on. He was soon on his knees with my cock deeply down his throat. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. His hands made their way to my ass cheeks and a finger searched and found my sweaty hole. It quickly breached my ring. My cock left his mouth and the finger went in. He relished the taste with a loud. “Mmmmm’. Then his hands returned to my waist spinning me around and bending me toward the wall. His warm mouth found my hole and he was soon rimming me. If I wasn’t before, I was now putty to his whims. He orally serviced my ass eventually adding more and more fingers for a good five minutes. Only then did he stand and move in close behind me. The head of his cock teased at my rear entrance. Now this was 1992. I had lost a dozen friends to AIDS and had been practicing and promoting safe sex for 5 years. I could tell his hand was directing his tool directly at my hole and the pressure was building. I needed to speak up since this was all going much faster than I had expected. “I don’t suppose you have a condom in your gym shorts.” “You would suppose correctly. At least let me insert just the tip.” He gently pleaded. “Sorry bud, but unless it’s covered with a condom it’s not going in my ass.” “Are you sure?, ‘cause you don’t seem to be moving.” He was correct. I hadn’t pulled away. If anything my ass had developed a mind of it’s own and was pushing back toward his raw mushroom head. With great effort on my part I turned my back to the wall and for the first time was able to take in his naked beauty. He was as stunning as a naked Greek Olimpian Statue, more so due to his dark skin. And the tool that had been teasing my ass was magnificent. The size and length of a very fat Cuban cigar. He saw me eyeing it. “Go on, suck it, I know you want to.” I was put off a bit by his confidence. But who was I fooling, of course I wanted to suck it. So, I did. At first just the tip, then in ‘til halfway, and soon deep throating. His moans of pleasure assured me I was doing my usual good job. His hands rested on the back of my head, and he was soon giving me a vigorous face fucking. Every now and then he would push in and hold it deep. The hold continuing until I’d choke and then he’d let me pull off and get my breath. Eventually he moaned. “I’m getting close.” I took a break from my oral ministrations long enough to say; “Fuck yah! Fuck that load into me! I had meant my mouth. He pulled me up and turned me to the wall before I took my next breath. With his raw cock pushing at my ring I cried out, “Not there, I didn’t mean there!” “You said; Fuck that load into me.” He spoke right into my ear and shivers went throughout my entire body. “I meant, fuck my face, cum down my throat.” “Yeah. That could be arranged, but first I know you at least want to feel the tip in you. I can feel you pushing back.” He was right. With a mind of it’s own my ass was pushing back and my ring was trying very hard to fight my brain. It won the battle, relaxed and in popped his naked mushroom head. The searing pain reminded me of the paradise and pleasure that would follow as his rod sank deeper into me. Without effort or thought my ass began sucking in his raw cock, all it wanted was relief from this momentary pain. When he was balls deep, he again spoke softly into my ear. “There you go. That’s what you wanted.” “Fuck, that feels so good! I’d forgotten how good skin on skin feels it’s been so long.” I moaned with deep pleasure. That’s when he started to fuck me. “What are you doing?” I cried “Fucking my load into you, just like you asked.” Again in my ear and sending electric shots through my spine. “No, you said, just the tip. For God’s sake don’t cum in me!” I didn’t think he could get any closer to my ear but these words came as if he was inside my ear; “You said don’t cum. Interesting you didn’t say don’t fuck you, and you’re still not pulling away.” Damn, he was twisting my words. But he was right about my lack of initiative to stop him. He was now consistently hitting my prostrate. I couldn’t have pulled away even if I’d had a tow truck at my aid. “I’m very close, ask me to breed you.” He was speaking right into my soul. With a rush I remembered how much I used to love the feeling of my gut being filled with a man’s warm cum. As I screamed “No, don’t cum in me!” my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him and his raw cock in deeper than ever. Simultaneously I had my first powerful anal orgasm in many, many years. This orgasm went on and on as I realized I was milking every drop of the beautiful strangers load deep into my gut cavity. When he caught his breath, still deep inside me he said; “Oh yeah Daddy, that’s what you needed now wasn’t it?” “Awe, I guess you’re right. But I didn’t know it. I’m still not sure I should have allowed it.” “Well, you did, and we both loved it! Now it seems a shame to not get you to return the favor daddy.” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing from this astoundingly handsome and sexy young man. “You want me to fuck you?!” “I want your load daddy!” “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t even know me and you want me to breed your beautiful ass?!” “You don’t know me and just let me breed your hairy ass.” This talk had him re-hardening in my fuck shoot and he reached to grab my super hard cock. “Clearly you are as excited about this prospect as I am.” “No” I feebly protested. He was not fooled and drilled into me deeper and harder and faster than ever. Within a dozen strokes he was blasting off deep in my ass once again. “Fuck, you are amazing!” I exclaimed “That’s two for you old guy. Time to return the favor. That is if you can.” He taunted. I had him turned and bent to the wall in a flash. Without thinking my raw tool was balls deep in his fuck shoot. I was instantly unloading and breeding my first stranger in many, many years. He quickly pulled off, turned, crouched and was cleaning my now spent erection with his mouth. I was amazed as my cock hardened yet once again in his mouth. “Looks like we’re not done yet you sly Silver Fox. Let’s shower and go back and share this fun with my college roommates. Their gonna love your slutty bareback ass as much as they did mine when they pumped three loads into me before I came to the gym.” ‘Awe’ I thought, ‘so he had been prelubed. No wonder I got in balls deep so easily.’

The chems cum in part 2 part 1 I used to go to a nude beach divided into a gay side and straight side. Pretty chill during the week. I was on my belly and pretending to read when I noticed a hot guy strolling toward the bathroom. I pulled my gym shorts on and casually followed. Inside were 5 guys most at the urinal. A few including the one I’d followed stroking their dicks. I pissed and went to the sink but instead of washing my hands I just grabbed the sink and leaned over with my ass out. Before I knew it a short but hot guy shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose- good thing because then the guy I’d followed came over, spit on his hand and worked some spit into my tight hole then spit on his cock and shoved it in. Sure it hurt at first (why didn’t I snort some meth before?!) but not for long. One of the guys was standing on a bench so he could see outside the high window for anyone approaching. The guy was pretty quick pounding my hole as I kept getting fed poppers. Getting encouragement - “yeah, fuck that hole” and “yeah fuck that whore”- and of course “yeah you fuck so good with that big cock” from me. He blew his big load, and came up to the sink so I could bend down to clean his cock off— while the next guy slid his cock in and started long stroke fucking me- steady not too fast. Same kinda comments, faster pace and load #2. I took 2 more guys after that. Then it was just me w the poppers in my hand. I admit to being a little embarrassed feeling like a scummy worthless bottom faggot as I walked back to my towel. But happily enjoying the cum oozing out of my we’ll fucked hole. I dozed a while. A shadow woke me up and the guy I’d followed was standing there, big smile. He said something like “you’re a hot pig”. I reached behind me into my shorts and scooped some cum out of my ass and licked my fingers without losing eye contact and without saying a word. He said “I live just up the street and I’m having a few buddies over. I think you’d like them.”

Why put a label on it. I have been called a faggot my whole life. By the made up definition I am. I prefer to just think I am male. Men are whores and faggots. We like to get fucked and fuck. Some men don’t care about gender some do. Probably the only difference really.

My mother taught me to never talk bad about the dead, only good. Anita Bryant is dead. Good!

Part 3: The Insertion David broke the kiss after several several minutes of heavy kissing and making out. He guided me onto his king size bed. He had me lay on my stomach with my legs slightly spread. He then rubbed my cheeks to help relax my hole. After a few minutes David spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I had to latch onto the rails of his headboard because it felt so fucking amazing. At this point all he was doing is circling around the outside of my hole and it had my cock ready to explode. After several minutes of him just rimming my hole he then slowly started inserting his tongue inside my hole. This was all it took to send me over the edge and I came hard. But to my own surprise my cock remained hard after my orgasm had subsided. My hole must have clamped down on David's tongue for a bit because I didn't feel any more penetration. Once I had calmed down my hole loosened it's grip on his tongue and he continued tongue fucking my hole. After a few minutes David removed his tongue from my hole and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the lube he had. He poured the lube on my hole first and began working it inside of me. He had done a hell of a job prepping my hole because he easily slid three fingers inside without any resistance. Once he had my hole lubed up he lathered his cock up and rubbed it all over his cock. I was so hungry for his cock that the thought of a condom never crossed my mind and he didn't mention it either. Once he was lubed up he put the head of his cock right at my waiting hole. The time has finally arrived where my complete virginity was about to be taken. Even after preparing my hole and loosening my hole up there was still a little resistance from my hole. David told me to push like I was taking a poop but not too much and he should start slipping in. I did as he told me to do and sure enough his cock slipped through my outer ring. There was definitely some pain. But not enough for me to stop him. I don't know where it came from but David produced a bottle and he told me to close one nostril and inhale three times and then do the same thing on the other side. I did as he instructed and immediately I felt like my head was spinning. It definitely has an effect on my hole because I felt it relax and David's cock slid in further. After a few minutes David's cock was all the way in. He laid on top of me for around a minute or so so my ass could get used to his cock inside of it. Once my hole was accustomed to his cock he told to inhale from the bottle again. This time around I felt like I was stoned but completely relaxed and ready to be fucked by David's beautiful cock. David licked my ear and told me to hang onto the head rails because my life was about to change. Little did I know what he meant but I was definitely about to find out.

Neither can I. The creature was drawing breath at the time she came to Chicago to spread her hateful message, and I regret not one second of that afternoon. I'd do it again. When some public figure decides to spew hateful commentary regarding a segment of the human family - any segment - I will gladly resist, and do so publicly. Hatred, when experienced by one group of human beings, is easily recognized as such when directed at some other group of fellow humans, and subsequently resisted by other disrespected/marginalized groups of people. Ideally, that should extend to the rest of that society, but the ball has to start rolling somehow. The more we resist hatreds aimed at any group, the better it becomes for everyone. We don't need to physically harm others when they prove themselves deserving, but there's nothing at all wrong with resistance, and everything right about it. Unless I miss my guess, we've got an enormous plate of hatreds about to be set in front of us, and the more we defend others, the more we defend ourselves.

I have a grrrrrrrrreat A.B. even to share: Years ago (still lived in Chicago) when the Orangeblossom was still in bloom (fading, but ...), she was hired in to perform at an enormous, stone Masonic Lodge on Chicago Ave in Chicago. She was at the height of her "Hate Gays" schtick, and word got out she was coming to perform at that venue for the Masons. This was long before cellphones, but the gay network in Chgo responded: everyone started calling everyone, a demonstration of our own was being planned, and get to the area asap. Well. That area was infamous for lack of parking, and everyone jumped on the el trains headed for the Chicago Ave station (in that area, it was the subway). We told the secy that we'd be gone for an indeterminate amount of time, and took the elevated for the Near North side. By the time the train was half-way to Chicago Ave, it was jammed full of guys, all excited, all itching for a confrontation. The train cars were s.r.o., everyone laughing, carrying on, it was great. Got to the Chicago Ave (it was the subway at that point), and every stairwell up to grade was jammed with gay guys pouring out of the subway. Thousands. It was fan-fukkin-tastic. The queen of cuntery was due in about an hour, so we heard, and as we worked our way closer to the Masonic Temple, the cops started attempting their version of "crowd control", but the demonstrators outnumbered the cops by at least 100 - 1, and we started circling the temple chanting, all of that. As the time for her appearance approached, there were thousands of gay men, pissed off to the enth degree, and no chance of any car getting within a couple of blocks of that big old stone Masonic Temple. The rest is mostly gossip - we weren't so close to the temple we could see anything, but guys had climbed up on rooftops of one-storey stores to see, and hollered stuff down. And when all was said and done, the bitch told her driver to turn around (apparently, she'd been driven from the W side of Chicago Ave, and most of the crowd was on the E and S side). And, she took her wobble*, turned around and the cops escorted her car out to O'Hare. The whole thing was fantastic from start to finish - literally thousands of gay men, dropping what they were doing, coming together to demonstrate against one of the more vocal critics of who and what we are. That cunt hasn't even crossed my mind again until just now. I'll be more generous than she was to us: I hope she goes to purgatory**, now that we're rid of her filth. Not to Hell, mind you - just to purgatory (which I don't believe in anyway). *a vocal pedagogist's term, and not a flattering one ** I think that's where the souls of dead people go to .... well ..... think things over?

Never feel embarrassed about being a worthless bottom. There are many of us who celebrate your skills. I’d even get off watching your naked walk of shame … and try to figure out how to snare you!

With my first husband, we had both been bare only for years before we met (2005). We got tested after we got together (it was my first time in 3-4 years - I was definitely chasing without admitting it to myself) and stayed monogamous for a few years. When we decided to go open, he said, "Please, do not ask me to wear rubbers when I fuck." I told him that was fine, but if he was going bare, I was, too. We did the whole "only guys who (say they) are neg" thing for years eventually extending that to poz undetectable guys. I knew we were playing with fire; I will never know if he realized this. But we ended up staying neg long enough to go on PrEP. He just loved to watch other guys breed my ass - he couldn't get enough of it. We played separately, too, eventually; I just had more of a sex drive than he did. He died of a stroke in 2019. After being single for a couple of years, I met my current husband. He is much younger and well-hung; he keeps me well fucked enough that being monogamous hasn't been an issue.

Grindr hookup last night. We said Dad and lad looking for young bottom. We got chatting to a 19yo boy and he was well up for it so we got him over. When he arrived he looked much younger than his years - like a fucking choirboy. We stripped off and got down to it. He sure surprised us. He spread his legs wide, presenting his hole. Drew mounted him and pounded his arse. The boy was loving it and begged Drew to breed him. Drew pumped his seed deep inside the boy’s hole and pulled out. Then he looked at me and asked “is Daddy gunna fuck me now” Those of you who know me know that “Daddy” is a trigger word for me. I forced my raging hardon up the lad’s hole and fucked him as hard as I could. He had no problem with me thrusting my cock roughly up his arse. I was surprised that such a young-looking lad had the experience of a cum dump. We kept hold of him for hours and we plastered 6 loads up his chute.

I haven’t. But I wish I had a Top who would take money from Men in exchange for them breeding me. 🥰

I keep reminding guys … not hard does not mean he’s not turned on

Speaking from personal experience even in 1992: once you take that first bare cock after several years and feel the first load in you, there is no going back to rubbers.

Another married bi guy here. I agree with MKSub24 and Olderkinkybiguy on many points. I don't know about 'best' but I do know fucking married guys can be quite fun. I was married when I had my first experience with a man. During our first threesome, the guest popped my cock into his mouth while he was fucking my wife. It felt fine, not wrong, and it definitely did not last long enough. The DP later was pretty good. That event didn't register much, but I was very much into bi porn by then. Two years later we were playing with a couple, when it did register. I knew the hubby was bi. He and I had flirted on messenger. At one point, he and my wife together went down on me. I was shocked, not by what they did, but that he felt better than she did. In fact, better than any oral I had ever received. Then she and I shared him. I liked sucking him and getting reactions. Later that same evening, he fucked me. My first real cock fucking my ass. That registered bigtime. I really liked his cock ramming into my ass, and the feel of his body and his expressions. From that point on I was hooked on sex with men. I discovered, it feels more fun. It feels different. It is usually sex for its own sake, kind of like a fun sport but more, and not necessarily romantic or tender or loving. Friends can have sex on a whim and its cool. Fuckbuddies are great. Less inhibited. Can be more easily spontaneous in interesting places. It happens more easily and can be more frequent. It can be harder and more intense. The interest in sex doesn't seem to drop off as quickly unless there's a really good reason. There's a better chance others can be involved, too, and be safely open about it. Sex with men simply feels good.

I loved getting bred when it’s freezing. lol. The cold make me feel extra naked and slutty. Nothing warms me up more than hot loads. 🫶

Getting my face buried in a hunky bear 🐻 is always enjoyable but, the best face fucking comes when two bottoms have had a busy night out, get well filled with piss, cum & lube, get home & spend some time just burying our faces in each others delicious 😋 sloppy holes. Usually toys get involved & another session of hot, raunchy bottom to bottom pig sex gets hot ♨️.

I posted this on another BZ thread …. If you look up stats in Guinness Book of World records, you will see my name as the worlds best ass eater; I’ve won 18 consecutive gold medals. Seriously, I probably am the best tongue you ever will get up your hole. Whether I use my tongue, fingers, dick, toys, or my favorite, a speculum, I like to get your ass open and relaxed. I not only want to latch onto your ass hole, I want to dig my tongue up your ass. I want to feel the skin texture change from the wrinkles of your ass hole to that smooth porcelain finish inside. I want to hit nerve endings with the tip of my tongue that not only make your eyes roll back in your head, but make your eyes spin!

Part 1: How it started My name is Mark and a little bit about me is I'm 18. 5' 11". 245 pounds. Kinda between sticky and muscular. Nothing to brag about but I have been going to the gym pretty regularly. I usually workout late at night just to avoid the crowds and there's usually just one other guy there. His name is David. We chat occasionally about nothing really. If we need a spot then we are each happy to help the other out. David is probably in his 40's with very little fat. He is probably around 6'7" or 6'8" because he towers over me. Weight wise we are probably about the same. I've never thought about my sexuality much but I have noticed David seems to be well endowed whenever we are changing together in the locker room. Me not so much. One night as I'm doing my back workout my back really starts tightening up. I mean it's at the point where I just can't get it to loosen up. David noticed my pain and suggested that maybe I needed a deep tissue massage on my back to help loosen it up. I've never had a massage before and wasn't sure where I could get one at this late at night. David then told me he was actually a massage therapist and he would be more than happy to give me a massage. I was a bit nervous but the pain won out. I didn't change and we grabbed our bags and I followed him back to his place which was only about 5 minutes from the gym. Gotta love living in a small town. followed David inside and he led me into his room with the massage table. I wasn't sure about what to leave on and he told me just to strip to my underwear and lay on my stomach. He had me put my face through a doughnut looking thing at the head of his massage table. I noticed he had really warm in the room but as I was just in my underwear it felt really good. David said he was going to get comfortable because he didn't want to get too hot. I didn't care. I mean after all, this was his house. He stripped down to a jockstrap and nothing more. He had some type of oil in a pot that he kept warm and as soon as he applied it I was gone. It was so warm and felt so good. David then started just rubbing my back at first trying to see if that would help with some of the tension. David definitely knew what he was doing because my back did start loosening up. But there was still a lot of tension. He then told me he needed to go deeper and suggested I remove my underwear to help him massage me deeper. I didn't think anything about it because he had already relaxed me to this point so I just lifted myself up slightly as he removed my underwear. He also removed his jockstrap saying he was getting hot working on my back. For some reason I didn't question it because it sounded reasonable to me. He was standing by my head as he really started getting deeper on my back. I let a low moan as he made a deep path down my back. I could feel the muscles starting to loosen up. I opened my eyes and noticed David was now sporting quite a hard on. And it wasn't far from my face. I felt my own cock stir a little bit as well. I wasn't sure if David was gay or not and wasn't sure how to proceed. But as he kept loosening my back up and I would moan I noticed his cock would twitch. Which in turn caused my own cock to twitch. He then stopped for a moment and said he was going to remove the doughnut to help get a better angle to my back. He then proceeded to start rubbing my back again but this time his cock was directly in line with my mouth. I had never considered sucking a cock before and really wasn't sure how to. So I just opened my mouth and let his cock just find it's way in. To my surprise he didn't pull back and gently started rocking back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. No words were spoken. My own cock was now so hard it was hurting. I was enjoying allowing David to fuck my mouth. I had totally forgotten about my back but he was definitely going deeper on my back and in my mouth. I could taste some saltiness leaking from his cock and knew he was giving me copious amounts of his precum. I don't know how long this went on but I knew I didn't want it to stop. After a while I no longer felt any pain in my back. David then rubbed some oil on my cheeks and around my hole. He ran a finger across my hole and I moaned around his cock. This must have been all it took because I felt his cock swell up and he started cumming down my throat. He must hadn't cum in quite a while because there was a lot. I impressed both of us by swallowing it all without spilling a drop. After he finished he didn't remove his cock and continued to fuck my mouth. He didn't go soft either. Damn I was loving being used like this. David then started inserting his finger into my hole to help loosen me up. I knew what he wanted next and I was more than happy to give it to him.

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As my regular readers know I’m a big fan of Gran Canaria, so I booked a trip with my bf for New Years and into January. I have been taking it slow the first few days, I did score a few hookups but I wasn’t on Grindr only nice repeat regulars from earlier trips including this amazing piggy top that is just 👌🏻🐽. So those plus boyfriend loads about 9 the first 3 days. Also noteworthy is the new expanded darkroom at Tom’s which has gone from boring as hell to a fun place to fuck. Take note fellow travelers! Now I want to tell you about my New Year’s Day. My bf wanted my ass nice and cummy before loading me so the plan was to take some loads if possible before going out and then go to Noxon. We had to switch apartments so it wasn’t optimal and I was ready for play around 18:00. Started off with a quick anon load from a neighbor. Then I visited a Scottish guy in his hotel and had a nice 40 min fuck. Then a bit later 2 more ROUGH fuckers had their way with me with the whole spitting in the face banging hard show etc. I went out with 4 loads lubing my hole but they mostly had gone out of me from the rough last fucker, but the hole was at least nice and open. Quick drink at Tom’s first to get started. I had to peek in the darkroom of course and had first several extremely aggressive bottoms try for me (I can give off this jock type energy, it’s not uncommon for me) until I found a short French king that had an amazing dick that I sucked and then he fucked and bred me nicely. He had more loads to give but his bf was waiting so I ended the session right there with the 5th load. Noxon next! Bought a beer. Went inside to find a grand total of ONE person 🤣 I’m sure Noxon has better nights as nothing is wrong with their facilities, but we just had our beer at the terrace and then decided for Factory. My bf has started liking putting on a show so we went to the big central mattress room where a lot of guys are just fucking and he fucked me there for 5 min. Sure enough as shit attracts flies this attracted about 6 guys to fuck me the next 30-40 min and two of them came loudly and one silently! Hot! Loads 6 and 7 and 8. My favorite was this really big dicked Viking type he really took his time (I’d say about 20 min in front of everyone) and his girth and length was really opening me up more in the best possible way. After being the main attraction for over an hour there I needed a break then so we went to the bar for our drink coupon. The second round into the darkroom we started with a sling fuck for a nice 15-20 min. Some other guy joined but didn’t cum. Then some older Germans in a very rude way almost kicked us out of the sling cause they wanted to use it for fisting 🤣 well it turned out to be a blessing in disguise as then ensued the highlight of the night. Now back in the orgy room which had a lot of guys at this point and lots of fucking going on multiple tops and multiple bottoms going at it. I bent over the mattress stuck my ass out. Some guy felt it up and it was wet to his liking so he started a nice fuck. As he was there a little line formed of guys wanting their turn, always a bottoms favorite 😍. He took less than 10 min until he was getting close and told me to beg for the load which I happily did as he came loudly and deeply inside me. Immediately a guy lines his dick up to my hole (didn’t see him) and enters the cummy mess easily. He bangs for his life and cums in about 1 min. He then was immediately replaced by a guy that had been jerking off to the whole thing, he fucked maybe 3-4 strokes then came hard and BIG into my sloppy ass. Then he again was immediately replaced by another guy that did the same thing and came in less 1 min. At the same time some daddy asked if I liked it in my mouth as he fed me his load. It was like experiencing the cum highlights from a porn movie in real life. Loads 9, 10, 11, 12, 13(mouth). Absolutely super hot to get 4 breedings in 5 minutes and 1 in the mouth. My ass was a wonderfully cumsloppy mess at this point and Viking type guy was back and happily enjoyed it for about 15 min of round two but didn’t cum that time. Action had then sort of fizzled out around us so it was about time to end the night on a high note with my BFs load fucked inside me with him never having felt me that wet 💦💦💦 before adding his and the final 13th load inside my now extremely wet and open ass. I could have gone longer but the timing was right and one does get tired after several hours of use 🤣😈

Starting at 13, I was a money boy. 10 bucks for my mouth, 20 for my ass, 50 for bdsm/piss, 100 for real freaky stuff.

Love when my bottom has a leaky soft cock 🤤

I am an incorrigible man who likes very uninhibited and risky sex with pigs. I don’t care what you call me. You may think of me in drawing terms. But it’s empowering to me!

Very raw place…stayed at Basement: sleazy place…had fucked up cumfilled sessions there for days…took dozens of loads, swallowed, shared my poz with dozens of perverts…good place for parTying… got fucked at Naxon by the super hot owner and took poz and toxic loads for hours…in the dunes as well: hot sex with gays and 2 bi couples… could talk here for hours about this nasTy island!

I don’t think so. I have a lot of Poz faggot bottom friends that I consider great people. I may even love some of them. I don’t see the use of a relationship. I like my men more dominant and clearly top.

Nice to hear of your 2025 start

Thanks man appreciate it! Just got back from a big night out at Factory (10 loads) and then Construction (eh was worse with 4 loads same amount of time. My ass is all fucked open and I smell like a cum dumpster. 💦

More of a top but when I do bottom, I prefer to keep in as long as possible. Originally, the top who first fucked me said all guys do and I was a dumb kid and believed him. Now, I am older and still probably just as dumb.... but I still like it to stay in me until at least the next day.

I love Vaseline when going to a bathhouse. For those who want to use a condom, it breaks pretty quickly giving me that load

I have had a freaking phenomenal sex life. But this bottom is my hero.

You can check phone and valuables behind bar. You can ask bartender to fetch phone or cards to pay for drink. Clothes (aside from socks and shoes) go in basket. You hand it into storage room and get numbered wristband. It's up to you and top whether you get fucked raw or rubbered up. If you disagree on how you fuck you don't. Light level in main areas is pretty low but you can see faces and bodies. That said if, like me, you're bent over on low level benches you can't see who's cock is inside of you. Just go and enjoy yourself. If it's not for you get dressed and leave. You're not wasting too much cash.

About 10 years ago I was living on some family property in the mountains in "the back of beyond" (verrrry rural, dirt roads, almost-but-not-quite off grid). One fine day in the middle of winter (about 6" of snow on the ground) I connected with a guy online who was hot to trot and actually drove out there and we met up on an access road in the state forest. We walked down it a little way and then a few feet sideways into the woods and went at it. He spit-fucked me against a tree. Sooooo hot! I'm not sure what kind of temperature it was (certainly not as cold as -20C, probably more like -5C) but it was enough to button up in a hurry when we were done.

If she wasn't utterly hostile to the gays, she would have been set for life with a gay fandom. Gloria Gaynor for example may have been deeply religious and may have harbored some homophobic thoughts in her private life, but she was smart enough to largely keep them to herself. The gays literally make or break your career.

I like rimming as much as fucking. It's a great prelude to fucking as nothing turns me on or gets me hard like having my Tongue in a hole. I love a hairy hole too and try to get my bottoms hole as wet as possible so there's no need for lube.

I have had a couple of instances where the man will fuck me and not cum. I am not a fan of that. There is a top that I play with occasionally that needs to fuck for about an hour before he can cum. His orgasms are really intense. He will orgasm for about 45 seconds. He has a big cock and is in his late 60’s so I am ok with waiting for his Poz load. I was however fucked by a young guy a couple of months ago that kept fucking but didn’t cum. I tried all of my tricks to get him to cum but he wouldn’t. After about an hour and a half I called it quits. I have been in situations where I was in a group setting and men were using me where they didn’t cum right away. I am ok with that because they were taking turns in me. Multiple men is different than just one that is not coming.

Part 2: The Lead Up David continued loosening my hole very gently. I was beyond aroused with him fucking my mouth and loosening my hole. Once he had prepared my hole for his cock he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I was very disappointed because I was really enjoying his cock. I might have let out a little whimper honestly. David told me he wanted to continue on his bed which was right next door. We walked hand in hand into his bedroom and as soon as we entered he gave me my very first kiss. David was definitely a great kisser. My body was responding in ways I never imagined. I swear I felt one of my legs curl up like you see in the movies. My body trembled with excitement. As David kissed me his hand found my right nipple and he started rubbing it and slightly pinching it. In return I started moaning and my left hand went immediately to his cock. This was the first time I had actually touched another cock besides my own. It felt so hard but velvety at the same time. As I started to slowly jerk his cock David was alternating between both my nipples. We would stop kissing momentarily just to catch our breath and then continue kissing more. I just couldn't believe being with a man could be this fucking hot and erotic. David certainly knew what he was doing and I was enjoying every moment.

Always keep the cum in me, for as long as possible. If I get home after a hookup or sauna visit, I will lie face down ass up for a while to help it roll deeper inside me, to faciliate full absorption. I hate it when it tries to escape 😉

I usually keep it in, and suck what's left off of his cock. If he leaves before I can do that, I'll push a little out to taste and eat, but most stays in. I want to soak up as much as I can

Introduced to Vaseline by my dad leaving it in my night stand with a towel and a note saying it time you start washing your own laundry and sheets! Lol! I loved fucking with it too!

My mother was out at bingo night, so I was able to clean up before she got home. I was watching TV when she came in, and heard her talking with someone. To my surprise, she came in with grandad who gave me a knowing look and a wink. I blushed as she said "Grandad gave me a lift tonight, for a change. How are you?" "OK. "I mumbled. "Good," She said. " Well, I'm going to have a bath and leave you two boys to watch TV." The hairs stood up on my neck. Something about the way she said it, and the look she gave my grandfather - did she know? She gave a little smile and disappeared upstairs and soon we heard water running. Grandad wasted no time. He sat beside me on the sofa, grabbed my head and kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue. I gasped, but it felt so good. I heard him open his belt and unzip his old trousers and then my hand was around his throbbing cock. "Stop!" I whispered. "What if she comes down?" "What if she does?" He whispered in my ear. "You think she doesn't know what a little pig you are? She told me about your job in the sauna, and how she's always finding stained underpants hidden in the laundry basket." I paled with embarrassment, the thought of her looking at the dried spunk on my pants. But it was exciting as well, and I didn't stop him pull my trousers and pants down and fingering my hole. Oh God, I thought, is he going to fuck me right here? I was soon given my answer. He turned me and got me to kneel on the sofa with my head on my arms on the backrest. I saw him dig a dirty tube of lube from his pocket, which he smeared on my puffy hole. "Nice," He said. "Has it been fucked today?" I nodded, and told him about the men in the toilet. "Dirty little sod!" He laughed. The sofa sagged with his weight as he knelt behind me. This was scarey! What if we were found out? But then his fat cock slid up me until his hairy belly was against my arse and I forgot everything as I sagged under his weight and felt his cock sliding in and out. He fucked me slowly for a few minutes, and then I heard the door to the living room click open. I looked up in panic and saw my mother standing there in her dressing gown holding a cup of coffee. I tried to get up, but grandad was leaning on me fucking and grunting happily and I couldn't move. Suddenly, she smiled, came over and ruffled my hair. "Don't mind me," She said. " I'll put the TV on." To my embarrassment, she put on the TV and sat on the armchair, her eyes flickering between the screen and grandad's hairy backside pounding in and out. I just lay there, pink with shame as he gave a loud grunt and cried "I'm cumming!" I felt his cock twitch and spurt in me as he came. He lay on me for a while, then slid out and sank back onto the sofa. I blushed again as I felt some of his sperm leak out of me on to the cushion. "Better get a cloth and clean that up, Harry." She said. He went out into the kitchen and returned with a towel, his cock now swinging limp and wet between his thighs. He wiped the stain then gave me the cloth to sit on. "Do you want some tea,Harry?" She said. "That would be nice. How was the bingo?" "Not bad," she said going off into the kitchen. ""Just glad to get out of the house. By the way, Timmy, make sure your arse is cleaned out in future. I don't want to have to wash your pants every day."

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.

I was 7. And it was me who started it. I always wanted more but didn't get to do more fun stuff until I was 18.

Agreed. I'm orally vers but better able to swallow if I know the guy. Obviously the taste doesn't change but mentally, the more I'm into him the more I want to make him happy. As a top, where I prefer to unload depends on the bottom: If someone gives amazing head, it beats anal for me. For the other 90% of the world, I usually just paint their intestines. 🙂

Jan 2: quiet day with one blowjob in the morning (unusual for me). Evening wasn’t feeling great but soldiered on and went to the hairy and bears night at Zoo and was of course quite popular as I’m hairy in all the right places 😉 had 8 fucks and 3 loads that I counted during the 90 min I was there could have been more but I’ll keep it conservative. One really big dicked guy made me cum anally for 5 min and the hottest guy there bred me loudly which was very fun. Jan 3: Started with 4 hookups during the afternoon and 4 loads. Mostly just so so but the hot one was this Canario that manages some bungalows and he walked me through the entire complex to then fuck and breed me in one of the back ones that was unoccupied. Awesome fuck and a big dick that touched all the right places inside my hole. It felt fun to do the walk of shame in front of all these older gays watching me leave with his load in my butt 🤣😈 Then moment of crisis! I had some kind of stomach flu so had to go home and get it all out. Thought the night was ruined but started to feel better and tried cleaning out again. Sure enough it was easy this time to deep clean, and as I was doing through some coincidence a couple of friends wanted to have a 3some with a bottom. I was like sure give me 15 min, then my partner comes home as they are arriving and we agree to do a 4some. My partner has wanted to try DP since a few months ago so he casually suggested to them that we do this 🤣😈 Normally DP is totally fine for me but one of the guys had a huge dick, so while it was possible it was not optimal. We made it happen and then they both came very hard quite quickly. My partner then took the place of the verse guy inside me and enjoyed his DP moment until also he came. Then by the end the visiting top fucked me a bit more and also the verse guy but they didn’t cum again. Wow hot💦 After the 4some (which was almost an hour total) I had agreed to meet a new friend who wanted me to coach him how to take loads 🤣😈 I met up with him and my bf and factory turns out he’s a very tall Greek guy with a nasty streak. He did watch me get fucked quite a lot and some guys went on to fuck him after so it was a great dynamic. There weren’t many loads though but one guy bred me there. Went on to Construction after that. First proper visit this trip! Well guess what I was in luck 2 of my favorite vacation boyfriend tops were there so of course we fucked and I got their loads during the evening. Had a ton of fucks all over, highlight was taking 4 loads in a row on my back on the big mattress in the orgy room with an audience. 💦 Then had 2 more loads and one in the mouth at the very end. So I would say a successful if exhausting day with 13 loads in the ass and 1 in the mouth. Saturday Jan 4: Pussy was quite used up so woke up to my partner entering it easily without lube during the early morning and then dumping his morning load. Drifted back to sleep and have just had a quiet day walking 10km and sunning. I doubt I will take loads tonight but planning on a hefty day tomorrow with 2 3somes planned and one more DP meet 💦😈

Coming to Ethiopia in Feb. 2025. Who like tu use me bare.

I took a deep breath, then opened the door of my hotel room and made my way down to the car park. On the surface I was a man in a loose tracksuit, but underneath I was clad in all sorts of leather, and carrying a bag containing even more. It wasn’t until I pulled up outside the warehouse that I stripped out of the tracksuit top, put on my big leather collar, donned my new leather hood, and then got out of the car. Having had to drive up from London after work, I had arrived quite a bit later than everyone else and as soon as I walked through the door I could hear that the action was in full swing. I mildly panicked, and stepped back outside to have a quick smoke. After puffing my way through two cigarettes back to back, I felt like I had calmed down enough and went back inside. I headed into the main room, where a number of guys were crowded around the sling. One of them was giving a rough pounding to whoever was in it, and the muffled moans I could hear from the bottom suggested he had his mouth full of cock as well. I made my way over to the bar and poured myself a large shot of vodka that I necked in one gulp, and then decided I needed to find out once and for all if it was indeed my younger son being fucked. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then walked over to the group, sidled my way in between two of them, and looked down at the face of the young man being spit-roasted. Justin. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. My son was gay. My son was a chaser. My son was being pozzed. All these years I had known him as a girl-chasing, slightly cocky, super-popular and definitely very handsome star athlete. Now here I was looking down at his muscled frame as a fat, raw, toxic cock ploughed his insides at one end, and he was doing his best not to gag around another one down his throat. Leaning over to look more closely at his rear end, it was clear he had already been bred several times that night, and god knows how many times before. When had he started taking cock? Where did he go to get it? Did his brother know? I went into sort of a trance as I got lost in my thoughts, just standing there watching as guy after guy fucked and bred my boy. Whenever his mouth wasn’t full he yelled for more, leaving me in no doubt that this was what he wanted. He came several times just while I stood and watched, getting more and more turned on every time one of his fuckers told him he was getting another toxic load inside him. If anything, he seemed like an even hungrier, needier chaser than I had been when I had arrived here. Things changed when Peter appeared next to me, and then when one of the other guys had finished he gently pushed me into position between my son’s legs. I had been at full mast for quite a while, and could not seem to resist as Peter urged me forward. My dick touched the soft skin of his buttocks, and then seemed to slide unrestrained into the cum-soaked crevice and onwards into the first reaches of his hole. I briefly paused and looked up at Justin’s face, wondering what he would think if he knew his dad was about to fuck and poz him, and then I pushed forward and slid fully inside him. “Fuck yeah” he said, before putting his head back and allowing another one of the men to fill his throat. I started to slowly fuck him, but gradually sped up as I got more into it. I hadn’t topped anyone for quite a while, and not only was I being reminded of how fun it actually is, but the man I was fucking was my own handsome son. Looking down at his muscled body, his teenage cockiness and attitude began to fill my mind, and as I remembered all the times I had withheld my desire to give him a slap I began to fuck him harder and more aggressively until I was railing away like a madman. His enthusiastic response to this told me that he was a true power bottom, and must have arrived here with a lot of experience under his belt. Eventually it got too much for me, and with a roar I pumped him full of my toxic cum. He moaned around the cock in his mouth as I filled him up, but as soon as I pulled out of him he started wiggling his arse to let the men know he needed another pounding. He really was a chip off the old block, and despite a post-cum panic building in me at what I had just done, I did feel an urge stirring in me to let him know just how alike he and his dad were. However, for the time being I stepped back from the group to gather myself, going back to the bar area to get another drink, and resting on a stool for a bit. “Hungry little cumwhore, isn’t he?” said Peter, who it turned out had moved away from the sling after getting me into position to fuck my own son. “Wonder what his dad would make of him.” “Yeah” I said, “would probably freak him out.” “Or make him proud” said Peter, winking at me. “Anyway, what’s with the hood?” “Oh, just something I thought I’d try” I said. “I was surprised you recognised me to be honest.” “I remember all my boys” he said. “I also remember everything they tell me about themselves.” “Oh yeah?” I replied, butterflies suddenly filling my stomach. “Oh yes” he said. “Like the fact that you were coming to us after dropping someone off in Nottingham. Right around the start of term time, if I remember rightly.” “Oh, er, yeah, that was…” I stammered. “Your son, I’m thinking” he finished for me. “Let me see. Gay dad drops his son off at university. Little cumwhore with a gay dad who has just started university finally comes over for a pozzing. Gay dad with a son in his first year at uni joins in, but wears a hood. You see where I’m going with this?” “I, er, …” I stammered again. “That’s your son over there, isn’t it?” Peter asked, or more like he stated. I turned away from him and looked back over at the group of men crowded round my boy, seeing his ankles in the hoops of the sling and hearing his moans as he was continually spit roasted. “Yes” I said. “That’s Justin, my youngest.” “And you just pozzed him” Peter said. “Yes.” “And you’re going to do it again” he continued. “Yes” I sighed. We were quiet for a bit, both just watching the show. The men eventually unhooked Justin’s ankles, pulled him out of the sling, turned him round and bent him forward over it, and then went right back to fucking him. “He knows what a slut you are” Peter eventually said, causing me to turn and face him. “When we were messaging, he told me how he had followed you a few times last summer when you went out cruising, and how he had watched you getting fucked bareback by random men. It seemed to turn him on.” “I…I had no idea” I said. “Yep” said Peter, smiling. “Said he would follow you and watch for a bit, then usually get some of the guys who had fucked you to do him as well.” “Fuck” I said. “I always thought he was out with his girlfriend.” “Yeah, he mentioned something about having a beard, but said it was her father who he slept with in fact” laughed Peter. “You’re kidding?” I squealed. “Probably acting out his fantasies of being with you” said Peter. “My bet is that he’d want to know it was you fucking him. He’d probably get off on it.” “I don’t know” I replied, after a pause. “He never told me anything about this side of him. He might completely freak out.” “Well, I’m not going to tell him” said Peter, “but I reckon I’m right. He’d want to know.” I sighed, and took another deep swig of my drink to finish it off. “I need to think” I said, getting off the stool and heading for the door. Despite the chill outside, I headed out and lit up a cigarette while I thought about what Peter had said. A few minutes later I lit up a second one, and was just enjoying the burn from that when the door opened and Justin staggered out wearing flip-flops, a pair of shorts and a hoodie. “Hey man, can I bum a cigarette?” he asked me, mildly panting. I said nothing in reply, being too shocked and alarmed to speak, and instead just shook the pack in his direction. Fuck. We were alone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Also, he smoked too?? “That’s better” he sighed, after lighting up and taking a deep inhale. “I needed a break and a smoke.” I coughed out a sort of half-reply, but said nothing. “You remind me of my dad” he said. “I don’t know what he’d say if he could see me now.” Again, I could only cough out a sort of half-laugh, as Justin chuckled to himself. “He reckons I’m some sort of babe magnet” he said, continuing to chuckle a bit. “Really going to freak him out when I turn up at Christmas with a biohazard tattoo. I like yours, by the way. Might get mine on my chest.” I said nothing in response, realising he was slightly disappearing into his head as he puffed on the last of the cigarette. It was only when he shuffled a little and the outside light caught his face a bit better that I realised how nervous he looked. Sure, he was the very definition of a hunk at just the age of 19, but in that moment my boy looked somehow more vulnerable than I had seen him in a long time. Was he regretting what he was doing? Or was it something else? “Can…can I have another one?” he asked me. I shook the pack in his direction again, and offered him my lighter. I decided to also light up a third one, despite knowing that it was going to make my throat burn something chronic. “Thanks” he said. “Sorry, just got really nervous there, thinking about my dad.” He took a deep inhale, but I still said nothing. “I mean, he gets fucked by men all the time too, and maybe he’s even poz, but what if’s he not and he throws me out?” he said, a slightly pained expression crossing his face. My fatherly instincts kicked in despite the ridiculousness of the situation. “He’d never do that” I whispered. His face darted to mine, perhaps in recognition of my voice, and I knew then what I had to do. I reached behind my head and unzipped the hood before pulling it off completely. His eyes went so wide I thought they might pop out. “Hey son” I said, giving him as warm a smile as I could muster. “Dad?” he squeaked. “Wha…wha…” “Shhh” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “It’s OK. It’s OK.” “I…I…” he stammered, starting to visibly shake. “I know” I said. “At some point we’ve got to talk about all this, but not now, not tonight.” I pulled him into a hug, and held on to him until he had stopped shaking. “I’m sorry” he whispered into my ear, as he calmed himself down. “Nothing to be sorry for” I said. “I wish you’d told me, but there we go.” “I…I was scared” he said. “I don’t know why.” “Well, you don’t need to be scared anymore” I replied. “No more secrets between us, OK?” “OK” he said, pulling back from the hug. “In that spirit” I continued, “I should tell you that I was here a few weeks ago doing exactly what you’re doing.” “You were?!” he squealed. “Yep” I said, smiling. “Spent the weekend here taking as many loads as they could give me, and now I’m poz.” “Fuuuuuck” said Justin, taking a deep inhale of the last of his cigarette. “That’s what I want.” “I know son, I know” I said, “so we’d better get back inside so we can get on with giving it to you.” “We?” he asked. “Wait, you fucked me, didn’t you?!” “Uh huh” I said, “and when we get back inside I’m going to do it again. I’m freshly poz and not on meds, so my viral load is probably through the roof.” “Fuuuuck” he said again, a visible tent forming in his shorts. “This is soooo fucked up.” “Sure is” I said, smiling. “You want me to breed you again though, don’t you?” He nodded, and I instinctively stepped forward and put my arm round his shoulder. We then headed back inside the warehouse. “Gents” I yelled, as we got inside, my arm still round him. “This here is my son Justin. My actual flesh and blood son. I’m going to fuck him now, and then I want to watch each and every one of you breed him. By the time we leave on Sunday, I want my boy impregnated. Can you do that?” There was total silence for a moment, before Peter responded. “Fuck yeah, we can do that!” Cheers went up from the rest of them, as I turned to face Justin so I could remove his clothes. “Poz me Dad” he whispered to me. “Just try and stop me” I replied, winking at him. “Just try and stop me.”

Not necessarily. I adore sucking dick so much that I can cum from having a dick in my mouth. I love getting fucked (especially to creamy finish in me). I'm not gay. How can I say this? I also adore eating and fucking pussy. Men turn me on, women turn me on. So, not gay--but I could also say that, when the mood strikes me, I AM A FAGGOT!

Blushing furiously, I turned and knelt on the cushions, my bum cheeks spreading as I knelt. Grandpa got off the sofa, knelt behind me and sighed happily as his cock slid into my hole which was still wet with cum. "Enjoying that, Harry?" My mother said as she watched him fuck me. Grandad just laughed "Oohh..ooh yeah." He grunted. "What time is it?" "About 11, I think." She replied. It was bizarre. There I was being buggered by my own grandfather as my mother watched, and all they could talk about was the time! "Best hurry up...oof..then " Grunted Grandad as his cock stiffened inside me " They'll be here soon....ahhh..here it comes you little bastard!" Then he slumped heavily on my back and I felt his cock throb and throb as it filled me with his dirty cum again. After a while, he got off me and I turned round as he wiped his cock clean and saw mum grinning. "W,,who's coming?" I asked. "Some friends," She said. "Well clients, I suppose." They both laughed and Grandpa said. "She's talking about the guys down at the hostel." I remembered Mum volunteered at a men's hostel by the docks where tramps and homeless guys could get a meal or maybe a bed. I had been there once or twice and shuddered at the memory of old, smelly men, many with untreated STI's shuffling around the line for the soup. "They..they're coming here?" I gasped. " What for?" They smiled at each other. "Poor things don't get much..you know..they don't get to have sex often." Mum said. " I know what a dirty little slut you've become, Timmy, so I said they could come round and use your bottom to get some relief." I blushed and shuddered with shame. How had it come to this? They were going to pimp me out, and even now the old trolls from the hostel were probably on their way! "You won't need to clean up!" Laughed Grandad. "Most of them haven't washed in a while. I'm gonna enjoy seeing them mounting you!" What could I do? Even as they spoke, my cock had stiffened with the filthiness of what was happening to me. They noticed it and my mother said. "Thought so! Dirty boy. Right, get in my room face down on the bed. I'll be in shortly with some lube. Go on!" With that, I got off the sofa, aware of my erection swaying in front of me. My mother had thoughtfully covered her bed with towels to protect the sheets. I lay face down and waited. After a few minutes, I heard the doorbell and then a gaggle of voices and laughter in the hall way. The bedroom door opened, and Mum came in with a tube of lube. "They're here. Spread your cheeks." Blushing, I reached back and spread my cheeks and she gently rubbed plenty of lube in and over my arsehole. "Good," She said, ruffling my hair. "Nice and loose. Now be a good boy and let them do you. Grandad will be around to make sure they behave." With that she was gone, and I heard many heavy footseps on the stairs.....

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

My IMMEDIATE reaction to part 1, OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that since Toon chose to make this a 2 parter, I will put my initial comments from part 1 here as well. Yes, some of my thoughts will be on a personal note and the person will know why. I apologize if it bores others reading these. I am almost always the 1st or 2nd to reply to any of Toon's posted stories. I apologize for being soooooooo late with this. He knows why and I hope he understands. I think he does. This so far has thrown me back into the beginning of my very favorite decade, the 80's. I graduated HS in 82. All you twinks are probably wondering what life was like way back then. Well, this so far is the true epitome' of some of my experiences. Grew up in a very, very small rural Alabama town. Had 3 red lights (still only has 3). So, my "exposure" to the gay world was almost nill to say the least. My best friends were the 4 only other gay people I knew of in the entire county. They were all older but not but by 3 or 4 years. And, as per Toon's description, my 1st "love" tore me up emotionally! I thought that since he had kissed me a few times and fucked me, that we were well on our way to coupledom (there was NO marriage back then). Even though he was 10 yrs my senior, married, with 2 kids, I just knew that, somehow, that would work itself out and we would grow old together, fucking our brains out with no one the wiser. 2 years later, when I finally allowed the truth to set in (he had started seeing our chemistry professor from Jr college-now that's a hum dinger of a story in itself), I was beyond devastated!! I never knew a person's heart could hurt so bad and you still be alive! I cried almost constantly. Family thought I was suicidal but had no idea why (and I was, just too damn chicken to follow thru). When I could finally put "rational" thought together, I was convinced that love was a joke word that some asshole had invented as a cruel, hurtful joke. It was merely a fallacy and could not exist in the real world. Back to Unforseen. The Edge. Almost exactly describes one of my favorite clubs in Birmingham. B'ham is 100 miles from my hometown but close enough to go and come in a night, a long night, but. Back then, I had to have a fake ID to get into clubs. Yes twinks, there really was such a thing as "fake IDs". You had to order them from ads in magazines. Mostly comic books actually. You sent them your recent pic and then you waited forty forevers watching the mail so no one would get said mail except you. I am positive that in reality, the ID was easily known to doormen as fake but, who is going to turn away a (then) hot little 16 year old new meat??? I got in everywhere I went. You would work for a couple hours on your appearance for the night. Don't believe me? Look up some old American Bandstand clips on YT from the early 80's. God it was GREAT then!! Actually meeting other humans in person! Dancing to impress as well as to have fun! Interacting face-to-face with "potentials" and "props". OMG!!!! Yes, I would re-live those days again in a nanosecond! What's astonishing to me is that here Toon seems to have thiefted a few memories of mine right from the vaults of my youth. I too had several nights out when I would have one guy flirting, touching, on one side while another was doing the same on the other! I even swapped numbers (on matchbook covers no less) right under the noses of others. One night, I was out, got up the courage to give this GOD my number, got a napkin and pen from a bartender, name and number and bar, I followed him to the restroom. It was wicked hot and throw in dancing to nearly every song, most of us guys were literally soaking wet. As he starts to come out of the restroom, I handed him the napkin. What does he do? Wipes his forehead and throws it on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!! I grabbed him and said, "asshole, my name and number was on there" and walked away. Well, I did stay a second long enough to see the hurt in his eyes. I got several "apology" drinks sent via bartenders the rest of the night and as me and my friends were leaving (yes, I had "picked up" a guy), he followed me outside and gave me a napkin with his info and apology. Guess what? We were together almost 4 years. I even moved from Bham to Tuscaloosa so we could live together. Toon threw in an incredible twist here and I was NOT expecting this at all. SHOCKER!!!! Having Carl and Lloyd be a couple!!!! DAMN!!! Never occurred to me and what a great, unprecedented surprise. At first, I am really hurt for Matt. I can so easily (as Toon makes me do)put myself into Matt's person, so, I can see and feel what Matt feels! Drunk or not, I am pretty sure I would have kicked someone's ass good and left. With plans of somehow making sure everyone in town would have known they "strategy"!!! But, taking a moment to assess the situation, back in my youth of the 80's, I think I would have played along. The chance at bedding TWO hot men, either separate or better, as a 3-way!!!! Oh hell yeah. Now, I would do it definitely but for a totally different reason! Double my chances of getting pozzed!!! I hope at least Carl is unmedicated, better still, BOTH be unmedicated. Toon, 1-4-3!!!! and I am LOVING where you have brought us and I am looking forward to hitting over to part 2!!!! Never forget!!!!