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Four years ago I had traveled to my favorite Mexican beach by myself. This romantic story starts there. I had been married to my husband for about 10 years by then. This coupling was far from romantic for me. Not the case for him, but that’s another story. Even though I had misgivings I went ahead with the wedding and marriage. I was in my late 50’s and figured he might be the best I could do. We had shared values, similar friends and got along fairly well despite his being a fire sign to my water. This created a lot of steam for me, but unfortunately never as sexual chemistry. A few years before the above mentioned solo trip to Mexico he had unenthusiastically agreed to opening our relationship so I could get my sexual needs met. I had learned that one of the clerks at the clothing store in front of our hotel gave messages on the side. I was very intrigued learning he had given one to an acquaintance which had culminated with a ‘happy ending’. I screwed up my courage and approached this clerk to book a message. He wondered who it was for and seemed shocked when I told him it was for me. He got over this quickly and we set a time for the next day. I suspect he was in his late twenties to my mid sixties. I’m fairly fit, a bit bearish and have been conistantly told I have a handsome face. He was a cute smooth Mexican with just the slightest remnant of baby fat on his otherwise fit body. On the way to his room had told me how much he loved his work. Once his hands went to work on my naked body this statement proved true with no words needed. He was soon out of his baggy shorts and his semi cock was placed where my hand could pleasure him as he expertly deeply worked my muscles. When it came to the hand job happy ending he was amazed that a man of my age shot such a volcano of cum. After I showered we each jerked off watching each other with delight. I gave him a generous tip. A year later I would bump into him on the naked beach. He had buffed up a bit, added a couple tasteful tattoos and he was clearly with a boyfriend that he was deeply enamoured with. I was both happy for him and disappointed for me. He made it clear that he remembered me and told me which resort he was now the masseur at. As tempting as it was I did not book an appointment. Fast forward to this winter. The first time I saw him was on the naked beach. He was preoccupied with picking up after his dog. He clearly kept up his gym routine, added more tasteful tattoos and adopted a mod haircut. I almost didn't recognize him and didn’t interrupt. My next sighting was at night on the street. My husband and a straight couple were at a table in front of an excellent fish barbeque restaurant. He walked past with his dog, but this time saw me and greeted me from a distance with a huge smile. Of course I smiled back and hoped I would be alone the next time we bumped into each other. I got my wish. He came up and joined me as I was having a morning coffee in front of my favorite coffee shop. We had a pleasant chat about his dog, our lives, and our work. I learned he was now single, had left his position at the hotel, and now combined message with his gay escorting business. This news was delivered with a wink! I was only wearing a sarong and worried that my hardening cock would make a fool out of me in this public setting. I lowered my voice and asked if he had any openings in the next few days. “I could fit you in tomorrow.” His usual smile, now muscle bulked body, darkly tanned skin and tattoos were a huge turn on. “How much, for an old guy like me?” “That all depends on what services you want. Do you want a simple hand job like last time, or might you want more?” Again, with his seductive wink. “More.” I shyly responded. “Do you want to top or bottom?” he casually asked. “Bottom.” I owned. “Great. I’d love to fuck you silver daddy!” I had to move my hands to cover my rock hard boner. “What about your safety practices?” I asked. “Anything goes.” He didn’t hesitate for even a split second. “So how much for you to bareback and breed me?” “1500 pesos. And believe me, once I’m in you I couldn’t pull out ‘til I load you up.” I was afraid I would shoot my wad right then and there. The next afternoon he met me naked when I arrived at his door. I was soon naked and receiving his expert message. It was as expert as usual. However, this time his hard cock was in my hand much sooner. The message of my butt cheeks now included deep penetrative fingers working oil into my hole. His full body message of my back with his bare chest progressed to his 6.5 inch raw errection continuing the job of his fingers. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. “Is this ok daddy?” he asked even though he knew the answer. “Absofuckenlutely!” my enthusiastic response. He didn’t need any more encouragement and gave me the greatest pounding of my life. After twenty minutes he sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, “I’m very close. I don’t need to ask where you want my load do I?” I just nodded. To my surprise he pulled out, hopped off the table, tuned me over pulling my prone ass to the bottom of the table, mounted a foot stool and plunged his raw cock back into me. Smiling and winking he was soon blasting away deep inside me. I was now in an ecstatic place beyond heaven. I had a shower and paid him his 1500 pesos with a 500-peso tip. He tried to decline the tip, but I insisted. I didn’t see him for the next four days. Then he was at the same coffee shop when I arrived. He was not alone. In fact I could overhear him giving his sales pitch to a very fit mid-fifties gym bunny type. As they left he winked at me and I knew his new customer was in for a very good time indeed.

Many years ago I became very ill (ER visit) after eating a bag of peanuts. Peanut 🥜 allergy??? I have been a peanut pig ever since. It is very difficult to make categorically cause & effect diagnosis just because something happened at the same time as some other occurrence. The exponential rise in the death toll with out the vaccine or the worldwide uptake of Trumpist witches brews is unthinkable & no amount of anti-vaxxer SHIT STIRRING will provide an alternate outcome than the POSITIVE of vaccines. IF RFKjnr STOPS Polio vaccination programmes, the ONCE MIGHTY USA will need to start manufacturing IRON LUNGS urgently.

Chapter 18 My hole gave way and my head struggled to catch up. This couldn´t be, right? Those two cocks inside of ME? This was something you saw in porn and not… I was quickly focused back on reality, as Taron pushed more and more of his cock inside and my mind tried to comprehend. “Fuuuck Jakey, you´re doing such a good job!” Taron said, one hand stroking my back, the other at my hip for leverage. I loved his praise. But then he hit a point where my hole couldn´t take anymore of his giant dick and I moved away from him. “Ahhhh…” Or I tried. Jamal´s arms around me tightened to a steel tight grip. He had both his arms around my upper body, so my chest was pressed against his, my ass stuck out, my face next to his. “Open your eyes slut!” I hadn´t realized that I had closed them. He looked directly into my eyes, mere inches away from me face, his eyes as hard as his bulging arms around my body. “You will take our cocks, you have no choice in that. And you are not allowed to move away from them. The only direction you´re allowed to move is backwards. Impaling yourself further on Taron´s cock. Otherwise you hold perfectly still and open that sweet hole for our pleasure. You will become and even better cockslut by doing that and that´s what you want, right? So stay still or move back and accept our cocks into you. There is no choice here for you to make. Do you understand?” I was terrified by his words, but… They also made my cock strain in my cage This was crazier than anything I had ever imagined. “Answer me!” Jamal demanded. “Yes… Sir.” I meekly replied and let go of the tension in my muscles who had tried to escape their fate. Let go of the thought that I could get away from even a small part of what they wanted. I sighed and laid my head down on Jamal´s shoulder. And with that my hole relaxed enough for Taron to slowly insert his cock further and further. I whimpered a bit, but that seemed to turn them on even more. It hurt a bit, but I loved the feeling of their hands on my body, Jamal´s muscles under my, his soft skin… And the thought of what just happened at and in my ass. “Give in Jakey…” Jamals whispered in my ear and started kissing my neck. I shivered and did what he said. Gave in to being their fucktoy. Again. Taron stopped and I could feel his short pubic hairs against my ass, his full balls resting on my cheeks. “You did it Jakey! We´re both fully in! You did so well!” With that, he leaned down and also started kissing my neck, which caused his cock to move inside of me., I shivered and I didn´t know from which of these sensations. But before I could ask myself that, Taron started moving up again and then slowly withdrew his cock before driving it back in. It was hard, but Jamal fed me more poppers and eventually my hole gave up any resistance and they could both move their dicks inside of me. Sometimes alternating, sometimes penetrating me as one. They called me names. They held me by my harness for leverage and fucked me even harder. They fed me more smoke and poppers. And I just accepted all of it. Finally, Taron started to pound erratically and I knew what was coming: After a few thrusts, his cock pulsed his seed deep into me again. I would have loved to see his face, but I was staring at Jamal below me in that moment, who was grinning. “Getting your hole seeded again by a perfect cock. Feels good, doesn´t it?” he asked. I could just nod, overwhelmed by the pulsing in my hole and a feeling of becoming even fuller. After a few moments, Taron pulled out. “Phewww… wow. I saved that load up for the last five days. Hope you appreciate it Jakey!” Fuck! That was… hot. “Thank you, Taron!” “For what are you thanking me, Jakey?” “For your cum.” “And?” “For… all of this happening. It´s so crazy and hot!” Taron laughed and tussled my hair, which was sweaty and clinging to my forehead. “You are welcome baby. And what will happen with that cum now?” I looked at him, confused. I mean, it was inside of me and… Jamal started fucking me again, hard. I almost yelled from the surprise. “Jamal is gonna fuck it deep inside of you, of course. So it stays where it belongs.” He winked. “Right? And maybe, he´ll add his own, too, if you ask him nicely! Wouldn´t you like that? How did it feel last time, to have the our cum mixing inside of you? From two guys you couldn´t get enough of? Felt great to know our babies were deep inside your hole, right? And I´ll tell you something…” he came closer, whispering in my ear “We also love that thought. You´re making us very proud, when you do that. And horny…” he added, licking at my ear and taking my hand towards his cock, which was semi hard again. “So Jakey, what do you say to Jamal?” Through those words and the continuous pounding Jamals was still giving me, I couldn’t think. But my instincts kicked in. I pushed my ass against Jamal´s cock and asked him “Please, fuck Taron´s cum inside of me and add you own! I really want that, it´s such a fucking hot thing to do!” There, it was out. They really had coaxed the cumslut out of me. Jamal grinned widely, with an evil glint in his eyes. “Will do baby! Here it comes!” I felt his cock pulsing inside of me. It was different than before, with both of them in me. But an almost luxurious feeling nonetheless. When Jamal finally pulled out and slowly slid me sideways onto the bed so that the cum wouldn´t come out with his cock, I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the bliss, the feeling of their cum in me, the leather on my skin and the moment of pause. It should just stay a moment, because when I felt the mattress move underneath me and opened my eyes, Taron had already gripped my ankles and started spreading them. He threw me a sly smile, positioning my legs on his shoulders, looking at my hole and perfectly aligning his hard cock with it. “I also want to pound that cum into you again. It feels great to use cum instead of lube… and I assure you, we don´t need lube right now, cause there is plenty of cum in your hole and on my cock still!” With that, he pressed forward and his cockhead slid quite easily into my hole while Jamal took my head and gave me a shotgun. I knew better than to try and resist. And… Really, I didn´t want to anymore.

How people can be so misguided is beyond me. Which world does Robert Jr live in. Assuming he grew up in the US and was educated there and not in some Soviet republic isolated from the rest of the world, a brief reading of the medical history of his country would impress on him the importance of vaccines. For e.g., in the US, children and even President Franklin Roosevelt struggled for life and death with the Polio virus and until a vaccine was invented and polio was eradicated in 1979 made life of ordinary mortals including Presidents a living hell! Antibiotics and Vaccines revolutionized human medicine systems, and greatly increased our life span and protection against diseases. He is really strange; Appearing semi nude on Instagram for his wife's and daughter's beauty line. Clearly he likes to sell stuff and is not a very good republican role model. [think before following links] https://nypost.com/2024/11/30/us-news/rfk-jr-appears-naked-in-video-posted-by-wife-cheryl-hines/ Unfortunately, that is one of the sickest aspect of the the medical and health/pharmaceutical industry. There is money to be made by making people sick or killing them.

My guide bred me multiple times per day after that. Only rarely at bedtime. Always bent over a large stump, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His favorite was any stream or pool big enough to skinny dip. I never climbed out without another deposit of his baby makers painting my gut walls. Another month passed and we didn't seem to be getting any closer to our goal of finding the remote tribe let alone the one scout that my guide had met and drank the cum out of years before Then one day I was bent over a large log getting my second pummel fuck of the day. Just as my guide and fucker grunted his orgasm and filled me yet once again I noticed a set of eyes large as saucers peaking through the bush directly in front of me. Before I could say anything the male loin clothe clad native burst out of the bush towards us. As he pealed his cloth revealing a massive quickly hardening piss canon, my guide pulled out and backed away, I’m assumed in shock. The native was quickly sniffing and fingering my dripping hole. Inspection finished he quickly stood and penetrated my vulnerable ass with his massive pole. Grabbing my hair to stabilize me he proceeded to pound the shit out of me. This was figuratively thankfully not having any in me. It was not long before he too was groaning in satisfaction as my insides were flooded with a warm sensation. When he pulled out he grabbed his loin clothe threw me over his shoulder and carried me off into the jungle. I watched in dismay as my guide stood in frozen shock and disappeared in the jungle canopy. After three hours of being carried I was bent over another fallen log, fucked and filled one more time. The difference after this pounding is I was invited to share in a lite meal with my new host. Then we set off walking together. That night we slept by a stream. He pulled me into his bedroll spooned and fucked me. In the morning we washed in the stream and set out for another long day of hiking. For the next five days we followed the daily pattern, bath, hike, fuck, eat, hike fuck, hike, fuck, eat, hike, fuck, hike, fuck, eat, fuck, sleep. Waking in the morning it would all start again. This natives capacity to regenerate loads of cum was astounding! Half way through the sixth day, a morning of which he refrained from breeding me we arrived at what I could only assume was his tribal village. The community I had set out to find in hopes I could observe from a distance and have as little actual contact as possible. A great hue and cry spread as I was led into the central gathering place. I was tied to a structure like a St. Andrew’s Cross facing a raised platform or diase. My captor mounted this and proceeded to give some kind of speech to the entire gathering. Then he jerked himself hard, stuck his cock in my mouth and proceeded to face fuck me in front of the entire gathering. Everyone watched in silence as if this were some sacred ritual. When the flood of his orgasm sleuced down my throat he began the most intense chant. This chant continued until every last adult male deposited their man juice either down my throat or up my ass. I had hopped to study this tribe without any contaminating contact, but here I was the central figure in this orgasmic tribal ritual. Emotionally I was caught up in this bizarre mix of loving the copious sexual attention, yet I had a growing sense of dread. How would this end? My mind and imagination went to the worst. 'They are marinating my body to use me as a human sacrifice. Worse than that I became convinced they had conablistic tendency and my body was slated for their next feast. I figured my nightmare imagination was coming to fruition when my captor picked up a huge sword, stopped his chant and approached me. I fainted. I awoke in a thatch roofed hunt with stunning woven tapestries of mass orgies adorning the walls. I was being gently,even lovingly sponge bathed by three naked very androgynous looking young men. Before they finished one left and returned with the most masculine, beautifully man I had ever seen in my life. My three bathers proceeded to help this man out of his royal looking regalia and lavish head dress. When the two of us were finally alone he looked into my eyes with the most intense none threatening gaze. He held this until some semblance of understanding clicked in me and I nodded. I knew I was giving consent, but to what I had no idea. It didn't take long to find out. This naked god of a man approached me, lifted and spread my legs. He crouched and sucked the tribes male juices out of my ass before plunging his more than adequate man sword into my prone hole. What followed was nothing short of the most awesome exquisite love making I had ever had in my entire life. It went on for hours and hours only stopping to consume together generous amounts of delicious food brought in by my three naked bathers. How many times this god of a man bred me I cannot tell you, so often I lost track. Blasting inside me one last time I fell into the deep sleep of the dead.

you know, I have heard that a good way to cure diabetes is to take some nettle leaves, wave it in front of one's stomach and recite some incantations in Latin. I am so sure that it makes so much more sense than surveying one's diet, cutting down on sugar, and engaging in moderate exercise and sexercise.....maybe I should market this as the next surefire cure....already a proven way of avoiding Covid-19 is to wear an N-19 mask but SOMEHOW that impinges on one's freedoms - how? No one has been able to tell me ...maybe it was because Twitler couldn't stand one second without the world seeing his meiskeit ponum. There were exigent circumstances in 2020 -2021 that required that the rollout of vaccines for pandemic happen rather quickly---but believe me, for many years, pharmaceutical companies have been developing vaccine trials along the way. In 2010, I took part in a trial for a HIV vaccine where my blood was removed from me, run through a centrifuge, and then returned to my body through the veins in my other arm. 1% of 1% of my white blood cells were removed (I forgot the exact percentage), cultured and spliced with the HIV protein coat and then reintroduced through subcutaneous injections into the ganglions in my underarms. The trial wasn't a success, because during the trial we had to stop taking triple therapy to measure its success. Many of the participants had their viral load rebound within 24 hours, and the trial was stopped. However, if I am not mistaken, this was the method that was used for the Covid-19 vaccines, Instead of my own white blood cells, it's a deactivated common cold viral cell. I don't pretend that I am an immunologist, but it's the people who least understand the science that are the loudest in condemning it.

I fucking love when my bottom performs only for my pleasure. Like my Boy, Drew, he hates eating arse but will eat my hole on command. I’ll text him on my way home after work when I’m hot and sweaty to tell him to get ready to eat me out before I seed him. Like the obedient Boy he is he’ll be waiting naked for me in my bedroom. he will undress me and I will lie on the bed on my belly with my legs spread. Even though he hates eating my sweaty arse he will bury his face in my sweaty crack and eat me out from my ballsack to my hole. He knows I expect him to force his tongue deep inside my so he does that and won’t stop until I tell him I’m ready to fuck and seed his hole.

Part 7: My New Life As I was on all fours in the middle of the living room Daddy started taking pictures of me. He got pictures of everything and told me he had just sent them to several of his friends. Omg I was being exposed to total strangers, and if it wasn't for my new cage I would have had a massive hard on. Daddy then sat down in his recliner and had me crawl up to him in between his thighs. His cock just mere inches from my mouth and I wanted to suck it so bad. Daddy saw my hunger and just laughed. He started rubbing my head and telling me that I would now be living with him and I was his property. I had to do everything he told me to do without any questions. Once he finished explaining my new role he had me suck on his balls while he got back on his phone. I didn't know it at the time but Daddy was ordering me some new clothes which wouldn't leave much to the imagination. Daddy's cock began to grow but I kept sucking his balls because I didn't want to get into trouble. After several minutes of worshipping his balls Daddy allowed me to suck his cock again. I must have been doing a really great job because Daddy was moaning and running his fingers through my hair. Occasionally he would tell me what a great little cock sucking faggot I was. When he would call me that my own little cock would twitch. I must have sucked Daddy's cock for over an hour but he didn't cum again. After fully enjoying sucking his cock he removed it from my mouth and gave me a very passionate kiss. He told me not to be disappointed because I would be sucking his cock a lot from now on. I thanked him for allowing me to suck his beautiful cock. Daddy got up but I had to remain on my hands and knees as he went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat for us. Once he finished lunch he told me I could sit at the table with him. I had completely forgotten about the butt plug but once I sat down it felt like it went in a little bit more. I let out a little moan and I could feel Daddy's cum still in my hole. After we finished eating Daddy picked out a gym outfit for me to wear. The shorts barely covered my ass and you could make out the outline of the cage. The shirt was a fishnet shirt that left me feeling very exposed. As it was a Saturday I figured the gym would be dead. Boy was I wrong. As we pulled up the parking lot had quite a few cars there. Omg I was about to be exposed in front of everyone. Little did I know that this was basically an all male gym and the cars there were Daddy's friends. I was about to get a different workout that was way different than anything I had ever done before. As we entered the gym all eyes were on me. Daddy grabbed my ass in front of everyone letting them that I was the guy in the pictures. As I glanced around at the men my heart started racing from excitement. I was about to prove to Daddy that I would absolutely do anything for him.

I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

Of course I would (and have). I dont give a fuck if theyre homeless. the homeless need to get laid too, and my mouth and ass are always accepting loads 🙂

Can concur. Slammer is one of the best sex clubs in the States. I go every other month or so.

Polio is caused by a virus, and certainly not by agricultural chemicals. We can be certain of the latter because polio was around before agricultural chemicals were invented. Please don't post absurd theories like that (you know who you are); they're against the rules (false statements/conspiracy theories) and I'll have to whack you with the ugly stick. While verifying my facts for this post, I discovered something I didn't know: polio epidemics weren't a thing until modern germ theory and the concomitant rise of sanitation happened. Check out the Wikipedia entry under "Epidemiology" if you're curious. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polio

I object, Sir. I and the majority of ladies on this sight are god-fearing and gay. Is it really balking if we beg to different and point out the probable errors in your views? The two health issues, contaminants in the food chain and vaccines are not mutually exclusive, but can be worked on together to ensure better health outcomes. Reducing the number of contaminants (chemicals, micro plastic etc) in the food suppy chain and using vaccines for diseases that already exist will keep us at our healthy best. I am unsure of the real cause of Polio, and if chemicals where the real cause. I am willing to concede that human interventions aka agricultural chemicals are likely to have influenced/accelerated the growth and development of the polio virus—co-relation rather than causation. However, unfortunately, that is history and we cannot put the genie back into the bottle. We have to work with what we have; vaccinees for existing conditions and elimination of contaminants seem like the most reasonable and prudent approach to take.

RFK Jr. is the corruption in healthcare. How do you think he made is millions of dollars in wealth?

That's a pretty silly take. When an incoming administration has publicly stated he wants not only prosecution (for people DOING THEIR FUCKING JOBS), but unspecified "consequences" (which his horde of violent supporters will correctly interpret as "take them out"), a pardon is about the only thing that makes sense. At least take the prosecution off the table. And yes, it is a vaccine. I'll take the words of the tens of thousands of medical professionals and researchers as to what it is over ... checking notes... some insatiable hole in Toronto. First, that last part is just not true. It's a gross misreading of the law promoted by simpletons and believed by the gullible. If you're equating the actions of insurrectionist rioters beating cops with flagpoles, driving stun guns into their necks and smashing their shields into their skulls, such that some of them died from their injuries (let's call them the J6 mob) with the actions of the US representatives, including two Republicans, who conducted investigations into what happened and to what extent the Trump administration was responsible for instigating those actions (let's call them the J6 Committee), then you don't understand what equivalences are. And as noted above, these people were DOING THEIR JOBS - serving on a legitimately constituted House Select Committee - and deserved none of the opprobrium and threats of prosecution from a vindictive, thin-skinned, petty, tyrannical tinpot emperor wannabe like Trump that they got. A pardon - to keep them out of the reach of a vendetta by Trump's DOJ - is again the LEAST any reasonable president could do.

For those who are interested, his cousin Caroline Kennedy (who was US Ambassador to Japan under President Obama and to Australia under President Biden, and who is the only surviving child of President John F. Kennedy) wrote a letter to the members of the US Senate regarding her cousin's nomination to be DHHS secretary. Among a few choice bits: She is not surprised that he keeps birds of prey as pets, because he, like his birds, is a predator; he used to drop mice and baby chickens into a blender when they were teens to feed his birds; Growing up, his basement room was "the" place where all of his siblings and cousins could score drugs (several of whom died of overdoses); He's gotten rich off his crusade against vaccination, and he intends to continue being a plaintiff in a lawsuit challenging a vaccine (ie if he wins, he makes money) even if he's confirmed as DHHS Secretary; Even though he's a crusader against vaccines, all his own kids were vaccinated. Several Republican senators seem uneasy about voting to confirm him, and not just on what passes for the moderate wing of the party. Hard-right members are being pushed by outside forces claiming Jr. is still essentially a Democrat and will betray Trump. Infighting is wonderful.

Part 6: The Reveal David started out by apologizing that he wasn't upfront with me. He then dropped the bombshell that he was HIV positive and had been off of his meds for about a month. To say I was stunned was an understatement. As my mind processed what he had just revealed it dawned on me that I had joined the gym around a month ago. My mind was saying what the fuck but my cock betrayed me. Instead of being upset like most normal people I got down on the ground on all fours with my ass in the air and begged David to fuck me. Everything changed right there for both of us. David didn't need convincing and as he lined up his cock with my hole he told me to beg for Daddy's cock. I was horny that I did as I was told. "Daddy please fuck my hole with your poz cock and make me yours." I couldn't believe what I had just said. Daddy let out a sinister laugh before plunging his cock into my waiting hole. Fuck I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Daddy was fucking me with purpose and my own cock was swinging freely. I was lost in ecstasy and I started spraying cum everywhere underneath me. Daddy had made me cum again without touching myself. I knew I was going to get pozzed and I wanted it. I wanted to be Daddy's fuck boy from now on. My ass muscles were so weak that my orgasm had no effect on Daddy. He just kept fucking me through my orgasm. After a good twenty to twenty five minutes Daddy pulled out and had me get on my back. He put my feet on his shoulders and sank his cock back into my hole. As his cock slipped back into my gaping hole his cock rubbed against my prostate. Oh my god what a feeling. Daddy was keeping me cock drunk and I didn't want it to end. Daddy was a fucking machine. My cock didn't get hard again but as his cock rubbed against my prostate I had an orgasm that shook my whole body. And it seemed it wouldn't stop. This sent Daddy over the edge as he told me to get ready to be impregnated. I couldn't speak as he let out a demonic growl and his cock exploded in my hole. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Daddy just kept cumming as he fucked his cum deep into my hole. Once he finished he let my legs down and just sat back. We were both covered in sweat and panting hard. Once Daddy calmed down he told me not to move. He disappeared for a few minutes and I must have dozed off that quickly. When I awoke Daddy had put my cock in a chastity. I wasn't upset. In fact I loved it. Daddy mentioned he needed to piss and I got his approval when I, shocked by my own thoughts, asked Daddy to mark his property. He then stood up and hovered over me as he pissed all over my body. As he finished I got up on my knees and put his cock in my mouth as he pissed a little more down my throat. I cleaned his cock like a good boy and once Daddy was satisfied he told me to follow him back inside. But I wasn't allowed to walk. I had to crawl on my hands and knees which was so erotic. Once in the living room with my hole dripping Daddy inserted a butt plug to insure my pregnancy.

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

I’ve taken multiple loads in a session before but I’d never quite got to the cumdump stage…until last week!! I was in central london for work and had a couple of days spare so I arranged with a top fuck buddy to meet at a hotel where I knew people were able to get up to the rooms without a key card etc we met at my hotel room after I’d checked in around 3pm and blew some clouds and played together for a couple of hours then we hopped on the apps. We had already arranged with two of our regular hung top mates that they would join us later in the night and our aim with to get me loaded as many times as possible before they arrived. we co-ordinated between us and pretty soon we had 8 guys lined up over the space of about 3 hours. My mate said he’d keep on the apps and keep them coming. first guy arrived around 5:30pm, he wasn’t chatty and was clear he would be staying long. I had one load in me from my mate and this guy was into me being open and ready on all fours. He never got fully undressed, just pulled his trousers and boxers down, slapped his already hard cock on my hole before sliding it in. He wasn’t too big but had a bulging bellend that pulled deliciously at my hole. He fucked like a train and pretty soon blew what felt like a heavy load inside me. once he left my mate said he’d keep had three guys lined up in quick succession so he was going to give me a slam before they arrived. He tied me off and quickly found a vein and administered 0.4, I coughed and it hit be like a freight train! No sooner had I begun rushing there was a knock at the door and the next two guys walked in together. I quickly had a thick white cock in my ass and I was sucking on a long black cock. The white guy was slapping my ass and fucking my rough and hard whilst the black guy face fucked me. The white guy soon came and they swap positions so I could taste my ass and the cum on his cock whilst the black guy slid into me. I could barely take him at fist as was glad for the extra lube inside me. The white guy got dressed and left whislt the black guy continued to pound away. My mate fed me some g in n some lucozade and was huffing at n my poppers for dear life. I was high as fuck and loving my ass being gaped and stretched by this guy. Eventually he grunted and groaned and added his load to my starting to drip and ooze ass. I was catching my breath after he left when the next guy showed, another black guy who had me suck him for a bit and then got to it. He didn’t last long and pushed my head down hard into the bed as he came. I had a little break before the next one and my top mate ate out my hole briefly and then snogged me so we could swirl the spunk around between us. There was a knock at the door and he stuck a sizeable shard in my ass before going to answer the door. Despite all the spunk in my ass I could still feel the burn. the next guy came in and said how hot my ass looked with the red hand prints and looking open and ready. He slipped into me and fucked me in several positions. Within 15 mins of him arriving in was flying on the booty bump again and just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. At one stage my top mate joined in and the DP’d me, I was in heaven. cum was really dribbling out of me when he finished and left. My mate said next ones were a couple and they were arriving together in 20 mins. He popped a butt plug in me to stop me losing any cum and we 69’d for a while. the couple turned up and they used and abused me at both ends for about half an hour before one finished in my ass and the other pulled out as he was about to cum and throat fucked his load into me that way. the last guy we had arranged can shortly after, another hung guy who wanted to use me rough. He spanked me, spat on me and fucked me senseless, really stretched my even more. He came hard and heavy and when he pulled out this time I couldn’t stop the spunk dribbling down my leg and a little patch of sticky cum developing on the sheets. we managed to get two more guys to come and load me taking the total to 11 before our mates showed up. when they walked in and saw what a sticky spunky shimmering puckered mess my hole was they both started ripping their clothes off. whilst they blew some clouds I had some more g and my mate gave me another 0.4 slam. I when nuclear again and was in heaven for hours as I was fucked, spit roasted, dp’d, 69’d, stretched and gaped with all sorts of toys, rimmed and was fed the cum out of my ass, all four of us played until the morning. i thought that was the end of it when they left but my mate had one last surprise. As he was leaving he said “I’ve got four my guys coming round one at a time over the next hour or so, enjoy” sure enough there were four more knocks at the door and four more loads dumped into me by guys either on their way home from a night of partying or on their way to work with the loads from my friends and a second from my main mate, I’d taken a total of 18 loads in about as many hours!!! I finally jerked myself off whilst plunging my ass with a dildo, occasionally scooping spunk from my ass into my mouth until a came so hard I hit myself in the face (I was laying down) what a night!!!!

Prelude: As a guy I've failed in life, growing up I fancied guys and girls, particularly a boy in my class but to avoid the ridicule I kept it to myself. I did the expected thing, found myself a girlfriend, didn't last, found another, same result. Around 20 I found Gaydar and despite the plethora of opportunities I never saw myself as attractive (skinny and spotty) so my entire gay exploration involved a single meet with a guy, brief suck, hand job and him cumming over my chest. By my late 20's I met a woman, ended up married in my early 30's we played out our lives but it was ultimately boring. I hovered around the gay sites on occasion often drawn to the darker aspects like bareback and HIV+ guys, met 2 older gentlemen who were nudists but my fears led to a half-baked lie and I left their home before anything could happen. I eventually cheated on her with another woman, she found out (or maybe I subconsciously let her?) and I ended up a bachelor alone. Perhaps this was my time to explore guys?

I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1

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My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

To the moments that pass us by. I am at work, speaking to Paul, one of our new operators here at Michelin. He is an exceptionally good worker—perhaps the best thing that has happened to the factory since I started here, seven years ago. He asks me, why am I still here, in this factory, one that pays below the Australian average income, with the degree and background that I possess? He asks if I ever felt that I wasted my degree in Food Technology, the one I acquired over a decade ago. Work-life balance, was my answer to the first. No, to the second. I tell him that even though I am not working in the food industry as my degree would have allowed, I never once felt that the degree was wasted. Knowledge is never wasted. Everything I have learned—my degree in Food Technology, my certificates in personal training, now massage—are stepping stones to something greater. Something still unknown. Something waiting for me in the future, even if I don’t see the path just yet. He seems pleased with this response. As for staying? I tell him that I plan to leave in the next six months. He admits he isn’t planning to stay for long either. A pang of sadness. His work ethic made everyone’s lives easier. Mine included. Later, I think about our conversation. I look around me, at the workers I have called family for years. Some I like. Some I don’t. I look at the machines, the tires, the walls, and the conveyor belts that have become my home. One day, I will be gone. Someone else will stand here, doing what I do. And life, as it always does, will move on. I think about the transient nature of life, how we are always moving from one place to another, how every moment—every person—every job—is fleeting. Susie Salmon from The Lovely Bones said it beautifully: “I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.” There were moments in this job when everything was going perfectly, and I let myself believe that I would be here forever. That things would stay just the way they were. But nothing stays. And maybe, in a way, it’s comforting to believe that it does—even if that thought, too, is fleeting. I have learned to ground myself in the present, to enjoy everything I have now. As I write this, I hear my mum singing in the garden. Her voice, soft, distant, warm. I close my eyes. Breathe it in. One day, it won’t be like this anymore. And that is the way life works. So I smile, take everything in. The present. Because that is where happiness is found.

If in Lauderdale you need to visit 321 Slammer! Was there last week and lost track of loads pumped in me! Plenty of areas to.breed in. My favorite was the round padded fuck table. Yes there were those that just edged in you but once that first load is in guys tended to stop and add their load. I took 3 loads before my ass needed a rest. The last was an agressive BBC cock. Great part is 321 is a bottle club. You can bring a sealed bottle of alcohol and they check it for you! Nice way to take a break and great way to meet tops also taking a break before seeding again! The area around the fuck table can get crowded but guys are there to fuck! The best fuck was was a younger guy. Slightly above average cock but stamina. After breeding me on table took me to a sling and dropped a second load in me in a short amount of time!

Near Home—February, 2024 This entry contains some straight sex. If that is an issue, skip this post. Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun. So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find… I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. A very old white man is standing against the wall near me. He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video. The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room. He eyes the old man. Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction. We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod. He pulls them back up. He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him. I am surprised. I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth. To my surprise, the old man unzips. The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass. It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes. The door opens. A larger white guy in a ball cap enters. The Hispanic is up like a shot. His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy. And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket. Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass. Eventually the two of them take a break. And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top. They go out the door together. The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home. I sit alone and stroke, rather contented. A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men. The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape. She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape. The men, all white, are 50 and up. One guy sits across from the couple. One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door. The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side. The rest of us watch them. As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress. She is naked beneath but for panties. Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these. She sits down. He begins to finger her to orgasm. The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier. The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes. She gets off noisily. The man never touches himself, nor does she. He gives her a second orgasm. I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others. I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room. “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low. The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. She whispers something in his ear. I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong. He nods to whatever she said. She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust. He shoots very fast. “Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me. I shake my head. The oldest man in the room totters forward. I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room. She goes to work blowing him. You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again. I go next door before he gets erect. The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema. They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in. Again, I am asked to join. I’m not going there. No one else is in the room. I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck. I finally give up and go back. At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms. He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head. “She’s taken over…” I go in. More men are standing around. The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants. I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard. I sit back in my usual spot. A handsome, younger guy comes over. I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time. He sits next to me. The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again. He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind. The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock. I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head. The guy fucking moans. Loud. He gives her another load. He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket. “You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear. “She wants it in the ass.” At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me. I pause. And walk towards them. “Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock. “I’ve never had one that big back there.” Her partner encourages her to try it. The men in the room form a circle to watch us. She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back. I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there. The head goes in. She pants. And pulls off me. She turns and grabs her partner. Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her. Slowly opening her up. I can feel the loads begin coating my cock. They help her take every inch of me. “Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!” Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck. “Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass. I fuck and churn his cum. It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke. She groans into her partner’s shoulder. “I am so proud of you,” he whispers. I pick up the pace. Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it. And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. “Take his cock…” he whispers. “You know you want it…” “My ass is so full…” This is news to some of the men watching. I notice a number of them are jerking now. I fuck. I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot. And suddenly it’s all over. She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck. Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible. I never thought I could take you.” She gets dressed. Just the dress. Leaving the panties off. The partner pulls me to the side. “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had. Sorry you didn’t shoot your load. Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.” I smile and shake my head. “I’m not most guys…” The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole… February 17, 2024

Last night I had a sweet conquest. Met this hottie at a circuit party I attended two months ago, and was after his ass ever since. He was cute, young, smooth, awesome bubble butt, and tight little muscles. I saw him as a bottom - he was undecided as he had little butt play under his belt. We had hung out a few times since the party and messed around, sucking and jacking each other off, but he didn’t want to get fucked, ‘cause he was really scared of getting HIV, even if the top used a condom. He took the view there was no way he’d go without. I, of course, was determined to change his viewpoint, but didn’t tell him that. We hung out and I worked to built up his trust in me, very, very slowly trying to shift his thinking on fucking. To the extent I mentioned it, I only did so within the context of safe sex, that is, with a condom. Sensing his comfort level was increasing, I prepared to breach his guard. I picked-up a six pack of pre-lubricated condoms, opened the box, throwing one away to give the impression I regularly used them, and used a syringe to inject baby oil into the foil pouch so the condoms were liberally coated. I understood from the various safe-sex advocates that baby oil very easily breaks down in baby oil. Mind you, the foil appeared to be intact as the tiny pinprick hole was invisible to anyone who gave the condom a casual glance. I had never tried this before, but thought it was my best chance. In order to make sure the baby oil did its work, I let the condoms marinate for a week. I met up with the guy at my house, and we got into it hot and heavy. As I gauged, he was ready to fuck. At the right time, I pulled the box of condoms out of my night table drawer, deftly pulled one out, making sure to tear it open under his gaze. The baby oil was relatively unnoticeable as the condoms were pre-lubricated. He rolled it onto my dick, and seemed satisfied with the safeguard. Smiling, I positioned him on his back at the edge of my bed, as I leaned into him, a couple of pillows under his ass, and his legs on my shoulders. The first thrust into his hole was pure heaven. The condom integrity held at this point, and he had me take it out once and even checked it to make sure all was cool, then satisfied, he settled back and let me slide into him again. The pleasure, both physical and psychological, was exquisite. After a couple of thrusts I repositioned my cock, holding on about mid-shaft. Doubtless he thought I was merely keeping my dick in alignment with his ass, but in reality, as I slid back in, I pulled the condom taut on the shaft of my dick. As planned, in so doing the tip tore open, so I slid into his ass essentially raw. He reached-back once and a while to feel my cock that was ostensibly sheathed in a protective condom. After a couple of checks, he closed his eyes and gave into the sensation. I plunged viciously in and out of his bare ass now, eager to fulfill my desire, and soon enough my cum erupted in his hole. Of course there was no condom to capture it, so all that precious poz cum was free to do its worst. I didn’t let him cum, telling him that I had another load for him, and, within about 10 minutes spilled my load into his ass, breeding him a second time. Then I slid out of his hole and fell to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth and gave him a sweet blow job, all the time extracting out from under my bed a condom I had jacked off into the night before, exchanging it for the damaged condom, tossing the latter out of sight, under my bed. When he came, I swallowed his neg, salty load, and standing up, palmed the intact condom, pronouncing it as, in fact, intact. No lie there. He only glanced at it. He had no reason to anticipate my duplicity. I went to the bathroom and discarded the condom before he had a chance to notice it wasn’t fresh, while he remained in the bed. I let him sleep with me that night and he fell asleep, with my poz cum, swimming inside tender ass. In the morning after he took a crap, he mentioned a lot of lube that came out of his ass. I suggested I must have used too much. If it occurred to him that it could have been cum, I assume he shrugged it off - after all, he had seen the intact condom. I haven’t talked to him this past week, but I’m hoping my poz cum inside his ass had begun its work, and despite his every precaution, his body would convert.

I can’t say why it started with me. I became obsessed with taking undetectable loads, and did that for a while. But of late I want to take loads from detectable guys, the whole poz play. Hasn’t happened yet. But I’m definitely concerned where this is going to take me. I’m on prep and will stay so.

I'm wondering if maybe the husband really didn't leave the keys at home. Came up with that so his partner would get loaded good at the Bathhouse.

NOTE: This entry has a strong focus on character development by looking into the past with a bit more emphasis on Thomas. Though sex and the mention of drugs are a part of this entry, what follows below gives more insight into the dynamics between Nelson and Thomas and how they developed their sexual identities. This is a long entry Nelson fell backwards onto his bed and closed his eyes. The soft comforter was cool and inviting on his naked and freshly showered body. He tried clearing his mind, but every time hewas on the brink of that blissful blankness Raymond crashed his thoughts. Raymond, an airplane falling from the sky, engulfed in flames, spinning out of control and heading straight for the one responsible for altering its trajectory. Nelson opened his eyes and saw Thomas standing at the end of the bed smiling down at his friend. “He’s a real piece of work, huh?” Thomas said as he placed a joint in his mouth and sat on the floor just below Nelson, his back against the bedframe and mattress. He lit the joint and took two deep drags before holding it up for Nelson to accept. Nelson gladly accepted and took two hits before passing it back to Nelson. “He’s….,” Nelson couldn’t finish, all that came to mind was that burning, spinning ball of flame getting closer and closer and all he could do was look up. “Ungrateful,” Thomas said, finishing Nelson’s thought as he passed the joint back to his friend. “Yep,” Nelson agreed, taking another hit, “definitely ungrateful.” He began to feel is dick grow. “And enraging,” Thomas continued as he took the joint back from Nelson, thinking of what Raymond’s back would look like after a few strikes of his leather belt. Nelson smiled in agreement before reaching down and rubbing his fingertips through Thomas’ jet-black hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “The kid’s gorgeous though,” Nelson said. “He sure the fuck is,” Thomas agreed, “but he’s also a fucking problem.” Thomas reluctantly shook his head to get Nelson to stop his fingers from running through his hair then effortlessly stood and hopped over his friend before landing face-up on the bed next to him. The two lay there in silence, each unaware that they were referring to two entirely different problems caused by one boy who lay, still bound, in a room down the hall. *** It would be a safe bet to say that Nelson and Thomas were each other’s closest friend. Many assumed they were dating due to the affection they showed each other. They could go days without a text or a call. They could also be found at the other’s place for days at a time, each inviting an unsuspecting bottom (or soon-to-be bottom) over, comparing notes, taking delight as their victim limps and sulks to his waiting Uber. For them, breaking a bottom means breaking his spirit. It didn’t always happen but they always tried. The two met about 4 years ago when Nelson had moved to town to begin his freshman year at the local university. Nelson was 19and Thomas was just a few weeks shy of his 24th birthday. Thomas had been invited to a cumdump’s hotel room to drop aload. He couldn’t resist a cummy hole and given the serious case of blue balls he had he was primed to breed and hopefully get some aggression out. “But not too much,” he reminded himself over and over. His appetites verged on the unhinged and he had been taking special care to unleash only on those who wanted it rather than making the decision for the unsuspecting trick. It was an exercise in restraint and every slut he encountered could be the unlucky one, a thought that drove him wild. Unpredictability was one of Thomas’ greatest skills. He got off on the chaotic mania, a skill he continuously honed on his quest to his own self-fulfillment. Although Thomas began his sexual journey later in life compared to many other men his age, he always knew what made him complete on the inside: undoing the masculine. Thomas’ first taste came at an early age and was far from sexual, but it was the moment that made him into what he is today. When Thomas was 6 years old his mother married a mechanic named Daryl. Thomas’ father wasn’t out of the picture, but his mother often prevented Thomas from seeing him, making remarks about how he wasn’t a “real man.” This was a common phrase Thomas heard almost every time he brought up the topic of his dad. And when she married Daryl she made it clear that Daryl was a “real man,” someone who could provide for them. To Thomas, Daryl was lazy, mean and nothing at all like the person he remembered his father to be. Although cruel to his mom, she never stopped singing his praises. Thomas’ mother’s fixation on masculinity was a constant in his life. It all finally came to a head on Thomas’ 9th birthday. Thomas was running around their backyard when he started to hear the whispers. “He cut the cake?!?” “He’s actually eating it in front of Thomas?” “I think he even lit the candle…” As he looked around at the adults he felt the unease as their eyes avoided his. He went to investigate. Perhaps he was expecting a neat block to be missing but even at his age he was shocked to see the entire cake cut in half, with one half having fallen on to the table and the other looked as if a hand had taken a piece. Thomas stomped to his stepdad who was sitting in his favorite lawn chair and before he could even get close enough to say a single word, his stepdad began to laugh. It was an obvious manufactured laugh meant to mock. “Happy birthday, buddy! It’s called quality control!” He bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear, producing the same forced laugh. Thomas turned and saw that all eyes were on him. The only word that came to mind was “cowards.” He turned back to his stepdad, but he couldn’t find the words. “Don’t worry, kiddo, you can still relight the candle,” Daryl said as he reached over to his plate and tossed a burned candle in the shape of an ‘9’ to his stepson causing him to force out more laughs. Thomas saw red, tears running down his face. He ran into the kitchen hoping his mom, would do something, anything, but she was no use, giving different versions of the same excuse: “It’s only a cake…,” “No one wants to see a boy cry…,” “He works hard, he deserves cake…” Thomas stood in the kitchen alone, his mom saying she will go get him a piece of cake to eat inside because “you’re embarrassing me.” He watched her step out the backdoor, giving a quick kiss to her husband before she returned with Thomas’ cake, grabbing a fork from the kitchen drawer. “Make sure not to throw this away like the plastic ones,” she turned and left her son alone, standing in their empty kitchen while his party continued outside. Thomas looked out the back screen door and saw his stepdadstill sitting in his lawn chair, his back to Thomas, not a care in the world. Thomas studied the fork in his hand before putting it back in the drawer his mom had taken it from and then grabbed a small paring knife that sat next to the fork slot in the same drawer. Without thinking he bolted out the door and with all of his 9-year-old might, he brought down the 3-inch blade directly on Daryl’s left hand that was on the arm rest. He heard a “clink” and realized the blade went through his stepdad’s entire hand. Daryl’s howls of pain caused Thomas to laugh. He remembered Daryl’s fake, forced laughs. He tried imitating them, though theyturned to real laughs when he saw the look on Daryl’s face as he realized exactly what Thomas was doing. Chaos ensued. Daryl lunged at the 9-year-old but got tripped up by his own lawn chair. Thomas laughed even more. His mom didn’t know what to do so she began shaking him by the shoulders, screaming as Daryl had tears of pain running down his cheeks as he lay on the ground. Thomas’ friends trying to see what happened, their parents pulling them away even as they themselves craned their necks to see. Years later Thomas found out that his best friend’s dad had stopped anyone from calling 911 and threatened Daryl with further violence if he ever saw him act that way again. He didn’t have the words for it then but seeing that he had the power to diminish a “real man” stuck with him. His childhood found him bullying the bullies, constantly trying to one-up the alpha jocks he encountered in school and rebelling against the male authority figures in his life. As puberty set in, the punches and kicks he landed on the macho bullies stirred somethingwithin him that felt as natural as the sunrise. He asked his best friend once if he ever felt the same way. He avoided the subject when his friend called him a freak. He began picking fights, often targeting those much bigger and burlier than him and often winning. His reputation as a menace was only diminished by his reputation as someone never to fuck with. He’d often run home at a full sprint and feverishly jack off as he remembered the men twice his size doubled over in pain. Never once did he feel ashamed or embarrassed by these feelings though he knew to avoid talking publicly about them.Once he discovered the absolute bliss of pummeling a man with his cock and then discarding them, he never looked back. While he eventually grew out of only fucking masculine men, he found that sex without the ability to make a man feel like he lost part of himself to Thomas made the experience incomplete. As he approached the hotel room of the cumdump he chatted with earlier, he had high hopes he would get what he wanted. Thomas rarely had chances these days to fuck a hole how he wanted, not since he roughed up that kid Toby about a year and half ago. That was a beautiful mistake. He didn’t have to move to a new town, but it seemed like the best option. He was slowly getting into his groove in this new town and wanted to spread his sadistic wings and fly. But he was cautious. He couldn’t take;it had to be given. He knocked on the cumdump’s hotel room door expecting the 26-year-old Latin muscle twunk to greet him, but he was surprised when the cumdump didn’t answer the door, instead it was a naked and sweaty white boy who didn’t look older than 18. Thomas began to let his imagination run wild as this hunk of a young man stood in the open doorway for all to see. He was the embodiment of masculinity and Thomas wanted nothing more than to drag him out by the hair into the parking lot, bend him over his hood use him good before throwing him in his trunk and takin him to some abandoned cabin in the wood. His eyes were wild with lust. Nelson knew the look this stranger was giving him; it was a look he gave many times when he wanted to ruin a hole before ruining their life; it was the look of a predator waiting to pounce and devour. He received similar looks from men who wanted nothing more than wreck a 19-year-old, but the tan stranger in front of him was a reflection that Nelson hadn’t quite seen in any man before. He recognized something familiar. Nelson had never once desired to get fucked and made sure those around him knew it. He often had to resort to gut punches and left hooks to the jaw to get his point across when wandering hands and fingers thought they could persuade him. The way he had been sought after in the last year was empowering. He quickly learned how to get what he wanted and when he crossed a line by being too rough he would simply blame his age. “I’m sorry, I am still new at this,” worked like a charm but he knew it wouldn’t work forever. But that time wasn’t now. Nelson had no problem exploiting his own youth to get his way and had no plans to stop. Meeting his new guest’s hungry leer, Nelson quipped, “Not gonna happen,” while offering a wide smile. It was disarming. He gave a quick once over to the tanned young man in front of him who couldn’t be much older than himself. Nelson noticed a small sense of disappointment in the stranger, but he also saw an edge to him, and he wanted to see where this could go. He assumed his new guest was a top the cumdump invited but had failed to mention this to Nelson. He let his eyes linger on the new guest’s crotch before he heard him clear his throat. He looked at his guest, and without missing a beat he continued, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” Nelsonstepped aside so Thomas could have a look into room. He saw the cumdump on his back with his hands stretched above his head tied to the base of the headboard. Although he was lying flat he looked like he wasn’t comfortable. Thomas licked his lips as his dick began to grow when he noticed the bandana-turned-gag. Nelson pulled his new friend into the hotel room and made introductions as he began to remove Thomas’ clothes. “I’m Nelson,” he said removing Thomas’ shirt before moving down to unbutton the jeans, “and that slut’s name isn’t important,” he said gesturing behind him with real disdain. Thomas’ heart skipped a beat. “Thomas,” was all he could get out without looking at the tied up cumdump who looked like he had been put through an ordeal. The makeshift gag in his mouth was drenched in sweat and drool, his arms tied, but limp, eyes closed as he caught his breath. He was transfixed by this young hunk of a man who was expertly removing his clothes. He admired his smooth skin but as a warning sign appeared. “Hold up,” Thomas reached down and gently grabbed the stud by the chin and cupped it, so he was looking at him and then lifted his arm. Nelson obliged and stood as Thomas held his chin, “How old are you,” Thomas asked, inches from Nelson’s face. Nelson rolled his eyes. He knew why he was being asked but he thought it was obvious he was of legal age. “19,” he said flatly. He tried to get back to undressing his guest, but Thomas reached out and gripped Nelson’s left wrist, causing him to meet Thomas’ gaze one more. Nelson felt the grip getting tighter. His cock swelled. He knew exactly what Thomas was doing and the connection he felt grew stronger, even if Thomas wasn’t quite aware of it yet. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he said calmly as if giving Nelson advice. Thomas smirked, but his expression quickly turned to surprise. “Oh,” was all Thomas could get out before he felt Nelson gently but firmly grab his crotch. Nelson had Thomas’ attention. He stepped in and nuzzled his guest’s neck. After a few nuzzles, Nelson reached Thomas’ left ear and whispered, “I think we both have a lot to learn about each other,” he squeezed a bit harder, “but more importantly, I think we have a lot to learn from each other.” Nelson punctuated his sentence by slowly making his way down Thomas’ body, placing kisses every few inches along the decent. Thomas was caught of guard. He shivered. Thomas was tempted to place his hands on Nelson’s head as he undressed him but stopped himself. This kid was different. His confidence was accompanied by something that Thomas recognized but couldn’t quite place. Then it hit him. There was a darkness that was overshadowed by his youth. No, not overshadowed. He used his youth to camouflage the darkness and would remove the sheep’s clothing when jaws firmly had his prey. He looked down as Nelson began untying his shoes. That was no 19-year-old submitting to some stranger by offering to undress him. No, that’s a real predator using his talents to put me at ease. But Thomas was no prey, and Nelson had no intention to strike. In moments Nelson had Thomas’ pants off, standing there with a stiff rod in his boxer briefs. They both took a few moments to look each other up and down. It was electric and familiar and complimentary. Thomas pulled Nelson to him and the two began to kiss passionately. Both thinking they had never been kissed like this before. Thomas broke the kiss. He was panting, he was in overdrive. Everything around them was on fire. He reached down and grabbed Nelson’s perfect 9-incher, stroking slowly while whispering. “That faggot needs to regret everything about this day when we are done with him.” Nelson’s eyes filled with something sinister. He was exactly right about Thomas. “Take him to the brink,” Thomas was now giving long and deliberate strokes to his new friend. “Take him to the edge,” he continued stroking, his own breath shallow. “Take him to the edge,” he squeezed, “then throw that fucker off.” Nelson didn’t smile, he didn’t respond with moans or sighs. He just nodded in agreement before straddling the bound twunk, one hand clamping hard on his left nipple and the other giving two quick slaps across the face. The cumdump arched his back in surprise but Thomas heard the unmistakable moan. “We are going to find out if you are going to sink or swim,” Nelson said as he gave one more slap before scooting back and placing the slut’s legs on his shoulders. He saw there was a bit of excitement in the cumdump’s eyes. “This has nothing to do with you.” In one quick jab Nelson was all the way in. The cumdump pulled at the rope keeping him tied and arched his back. He had the slut’s attention. He withdrew completely before thrusting in, harder this time. The cumdump’s eyes bulged. “You’re nothing but a prop.” Nelson was no pulling all the way out and shoving in. Over and over. The cumdump was grunting, eyes screwed shut. He might have been getting a dick he craved but Nelson was making sure it was on his terms. Nelson got on his haunches; the slut almost doubled over. He placed both hands on the cumslut’s throat and choked him without restraint. It only last 3-4 seconds but real fear was seen in the slut’s eyes. He pulled at the rope trying to get free, even after Nelson let up. He looked over at Thomas, mumbling through the gag. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, still pulling at his restraints. Thomas put on an expression of concern and stood. “Yo, Nels,” he placed a hand on Nelsons shoulder. The cumslut looked hopeful and Nelson turned. Thomas recognized the same fake sincerity. “Too much,” he asked, slowing down the onslaught, barely loosening his grip. They both looked at the slut below them, shaking his head in agreement. “Not enough.” Thomas spat on the boy’s face, Nelson gripped tight enough to put the fear back in him, but not enough to stop the air flow. He resumed his fucking, fast and deadly. “I’m not stopping until I see the tip of my dick coming out your throat.” Nelson was inches from the slut’s face, the vivid imagery registering in his eyes as Nelson’s tried as hard as he could to make that statement a reality. Thomas closed his eyes and listened to the blissful grunts and groans. The two bonded over their own pleasure in making that cumdump feel like nothing more than a means to an end. They spent the next 6 hours abusing the bound cumdump, but it was obvious that they were focused on each other, egging each other on and seeing who could take things a step further than the other. Each getting harder and more determined in their onslaught as the cumdump’s moans were never true moans of pleasure, they danced on the edge of pain. Nelson and Thomas in charge of the tempo and tune. Those 6 hours were a lesson on prolong discomfort. Nelson had yet to discover partying at that time, and Thomas had thought he was going to do a quick pump and dump, so he arrived with no party supplies; the two used that cumdump fueled only by adrenaline and their own egos. They fed off each other pushed each other. Hour 6 saw the cumdump’s moans transform into guttural sounds that sang of surrender. He had given up, his resolve a distant memory, a fact not lost on Nelson as he was on the slut once more punishing deep into the cumdump, feeling the warm load Thomas had just deposited and roughly fingered in before Nelson resumed his position. He looked down at the dejected slut below him who was now just going through the motions, hoping it would be over soon.The corners of his mouth red after having the makeshift gag in his mouth for hours. He looked at his bound hands, now doubt stinging due to the constant pulling and struggling to get free.He placed his chest on the cumdump’s back as his bodyweight pressed him into to the mattress, making a point to remember the heat and the sweat between the two. The cumdump moaned and tried to shift his own weight to get Nelson off of him. Nelson took the opportunity distract him and began to bite and nibble on the cumdump’s shoulder, each bite getting more forceful than the last. The cumdump inadvertently began to buck his own ass onto Nelson’s invading cock. “You wanted these dicks and now you have them,” Nelson growled to as he slowed down his strokes. Thomas sat next to them, his cock hard once again, slowly stroking, taking delight in the cumdump wanting this to end. The slow strokes were a relief to the cumdump, this was a welcome rest as the only thing moving were Nelson’s hips. Nelson felt the body below him relax and moan in pleasure. He looked up at Thomas, they both had the same thought. Finally, after hours of fucking, Thomas reached over and untied the slut while Nelson removed the bandana gag. The cumdump gave a huge sigh of relief. He brought his arms to his side and basked in the relief. He flexed his jaw, happy to have his mouth free. But the relief was very short lived. Nelson grabbed the bandana, pulled the slut’s arms behind his back and tied them together at the wrists and pinned them with his right hand for good measure. With his left hand he grabbedthe cumdump’s throat and pulled back and up, causing the cumdump to arch his back painfully. The cumdump groaned in pain, his eyes, once again, pleading to Thomas. He tried saying something but between the pressure Nelson had on his throat and him being bent backwards, the words never came. Thomas stood on the bed and jacked his dick directly in front of the cumdump finding himself as aroused as ever with the performance Nelson was putting on. Thomas looked into the slut’s eyes and continued to silently beg and plead for it to be over. Thomas shook his head letting the cumdump know that the end wasn’t quite upon them yet. “You fucking love this,” Thomas said. “This is all you ever wanted.” Thomas saw the internal struggle happening below him. He continued stroking his dick, this time taking a soothing tone, “Tomorrow you’re going to text your loser friends and tell them how hot this was.” Thomas stopped stroking and kneeled on the bed to get up to the cumslut’s face. “You are going to think about this night for the rest of your life, aren’t you?” He was staring right into Thomas’ eyes, the word “Yes” written all over them. “If we stopped now, you would just find someone else to fuck your loose and sloppy hole, wouldn’t you?” The cumdump tried nodding yes, but Nelson held firm. Thomas’ tone began to change. “You’re nothing but a disgusting faggot.” The words cut into the slut. “And after today, no one is going to want you.” The cumdump whimpered. Thomas stood and began jacking his cock satisfied and hopeful he’d hit on one of the slut’s insecurities. Nelson watched as Thomas began picking up the pace. He leaned forward and tightened his grip on the cumdump’s throat. He heard the discomfort escape his lips and felt it as the cumdump tense and tried to squirm. “This is the price you have to pay,” Nelson said as he left all reason behind and began to lay into the cumdump, gripping tighter, pulling back harder. The cumdump was almost at his breaking point but Nelson’s words gave the cumdump a new sense of purpose. Nelson felt him squeeze his loose and sloppy hole as best he could. “Fucking worthless whore,” Nelson shoved the slut forward and released his arms. “Everything he said was right.” Nelson placed his hand on the sluts neck and spit on his face. “This is the best you’re ever going to have,” He gripped the neck tighter, pounding in and out. “Savor it,” Nelson licked the side of his face, “Because this is the closest you’re ever going to get to anyone loving you,” He felt the slut tense below him. “And we both fucking hate you.” Nelson shoved in one last time and unleashed another powerful orgasm. The cumdump moaned and croaked words resembling pleasure. Thomas was on his knees jacking his cock inches from the sluts face. Nelson’s words turned him on, and Thomas felt the orgasm. “This load belongs down your throat, whore.” The cumslut opened his eyes, Nelson still buried in his guts. He opened his mouth. “No,” Thomas picked up the pace. “I need to hear you say it.” The cumdump looked confused. “Tell us your not,” Thomas’ breathing picked up. “Tell us you’re not worthy of being loved.” The cumdump’s eyes got big, Thomas glanced at Nelson as he saw him hold back his approval of Thomas’ question. They both knew it was a stretch to ask something like this, but they were nearing the end and might as well try to do some damage. Nelson flexed his cock inside the cumdump. “Say it, faggot.” “I’m not worthy of love.” Thomas and Nelson hear real sadness. They had hoped for tears. “We know,” Thomas said. He stopped jacking his dick, walked around the bed and pulled Nelson into a deep kiss. The made out for a few moments before Thomas broke it off and began looking for his clothes. The cumdump was nothing but a tool to bring them together and he achieved his purpose. The might have fumbled there at the end by not really fucking with the slut’s head, but this was a learning experience. Their kinship was born from something dark, something dangerous, something hungry. Nelson was correct, this cumdump paid the price for their connection. He may have gotten the cock and loads he had hoped for, but Thomas and Nelson hoped he also left with less self-worth and doubts about his future. The spell was broken when the cumdump began grinding his ass back into Nelson’s slowly deflating cock. Nelson gave his ass a sharp and swift slap. “You fuck,” he spat, causing the cumdump to freeze. “I thought you knew this wasn’t about you.” Nelson began to pull outslowly. He was proud of himself and impressed by Thomas, by what they had done and what they had tried to do. This was a new feeling. He watched his dick slide out of the used hole with a small river of cum following. He issued another smack, but this time to the side of the cumdump’s head. “Keep that hole closed, faggot.” He felt the cumdump clench and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. Thomas was sitting, getting his clothes together. He was becoming hard again. He looked from the spent cumdump still breathing heavily on the bed to Nelson who had walked over to the cumdump’s suitcase and began wiping down his sweaty and cum-splattered crotch with one of the clean shirts he found. Thomas realized that Nelson was responsible for most of his arousal that evening. The beefcake of a 19-year-old was seemingly cut from the same cloth as himself and both of them realized this well before they shot their final load. Nelson caught Thomas looking at him and flexed his semi-hardcock before reaching into the suitcase and grabbing a handful of clean clothes and tossing them at Thomas so he could clean himself off. Thomas looked at the cumdump who was now snoring. He looked at Nelson and both began to laugh. “We pushed him off the cliff and he didn’t sink.” Nelson heard a tinge of disappointment in Thomas’ words and felt the same. Thomas began to dress while Nelson stepped into the bathroom to take a leak. When he exited he saw that Thomas was mostly dressed and moving to exit the room. Nelson felt a wave of panic. He had hoped to get Thomas’ number and maybe shoot the shit, but he was now out the door. Nelson heard the click as the door closed. He looked down at the sleeping cumdump and became angry with him for Thomas’ speedy exit. He resisted the urge to slap him once more. “Maybe if I hurry, I can catch him,” Nelson thought as he raced to get dressed. Nelson shoved his foot into his shoe and was out the door not giving any thought to the sleeping cumdump. He couldn’t have taken more than 3 or 4 minutes to get out the door after Thomas. Nelson looked left and right searching for movement, but he didn’t see Thomas anywhere. He scanned the parking lot looking for any signs of life. After a few moments he gave up and made his way to his car. Uncharacteristically and even surprising himself, he decided to try searching for Thomas one more time. Since he didn’t see any movement in the parking lot he thought maybe he had walked. Nelson walked passed his car and made his way to the edge of the parking lot where the sidewalk began. If Thomas did walk he would probably see him as this was the only sidewalk connected to the hotel. Nelson reached the sidewalk but saw no sign of Thomas anywhere. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret as he turned around to make his way to his car. That was the hottest fuck session he had ever experienced and wanted to let his partner in debauchery know it. He had never had that type of connection with other tops. Is this the feeling bottoms felt when they would text asking when they could fuck again and never getting a reply? The thought made Nelson uneasy. He didn’t view Thomas as an object of sexual desire, but he alsocouldn’t place the feeling in his chest. He stepped back onto the parking lot and gave one final survey. Nothing. Nelson mumbled to himself as he reached for his keys, “Dude’s a fucking ghost…” “Hey fucker.” Nelson swung around in a flash and had his fists up ready to swing if needed. He relaxed when he saw Thomas sitting at a picnic bench a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. He was hidden by the darkness of the trees that all but engulfed the table. He smiled more than he had wanted as he walked toward Thomas, asking for a cigarette as he did so. Thomas was smiling goofily, tilting his head slightly as if he knew something Nelson didn’t. Thomas’ eyes flicked toward the direction of the hotel. Nelson froze. Realization choked the air out of his lungs. He turned around and looked toward the hotel room they had just left. He panicked. Thomas had a clear view of the parking lot and anyone else who might be exiting their room. He turned back to Thomas and then turned back to the parking lot. Thomas had seen searching for him. He turned slowly to see Thomas with that same stupid smile. “Was little rabbit getting nervous he would never see me again?” Thomas’ voice was inviting and surprisingly jovial, free of mockery. He took a drag, waiting for Nelson to say something. “I wasn’t…,” Nelson tried saying. “Shut the fuck up,” Thomas interrupted. Nelson heard the lightness in his voice once again which let him relax a bit. Thomas pulled a cigarette from his pack but instead of handing it to Nelson, he put it in his mouth and lit it with the cigarette he had been smoking. A few puffs and he was satisfied, motioning for Nelson to come closer. He handed the fresh smoke to Nelson. They made eye contact and Thomas made the effort to soften his gaze. He continued, “If it matters, I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping to get your number.” The embarrassment faded away and he relaxed. He smiled and handed his phone to Thomas. Perhaps it was because they were so close in age and discovered that they had very similar desires and fantasies, but the pair sat on the table, exchanging stories for almost an hour. Each story allowing the other to feel validated in their sexual desires. They both expressed a need to have control. They both admitted that this feeling was a part of who they were at their core, and it felt natural to have it be part of their sex life. They admitted to the difficulties that came with trying to embrace this identity, especially since both young and had no desire to seek out advice or guidance of others. They rolled their eyes at the label of “domtop” even though such a descriptor helped move conversations along. But most importantly they found in each other a hunting partner who would gladly help the other ruin a boy on any given day. Even as they figured out they were gay early on in life, they knew they weren’t like anyone else. They never felt regret, each telling stories of taking things too far in order to get what they wanted. Thomas added a correction after hearing Nelson talk of an instance where he “took things too far.” “There is no such thing as taking things ‘too far’,” he turned to Nelson and was within inches of his face and continued, “Not anymore.” Thomas made sure his words registered before diving in and giving his new friend a deep and sloppy kiss. The two made out for a few minutes before Nelson pulled away. “Fuck yeah,” Nelson barely whispered. They had awoken something in each other, giving themselvesthe permission they needed to no longer be subdued in their fantasies and desires and to take the things that most men had no intention of giving away. Thomas stood to signal he was ready to go. He turned to Nelson, but his new friend stared ahead, the gears turning, his jaw clenched. “You serious about you just said? No bullshit?” Nelson asked. Not missing a beat and with zero hesitation Thomas replied, “100%.” Nelson reached over and initiated another deep kiss. He pulled back and held Thomas’ head in his hands. “Good,” Nelson stood and put out his cigarette. “Let’s go.” Nelson was a few strides ahead before Thomas caught up. He wondered where Nelson was going but their destination became clear as they found themselves at the hotel room they had left over an hour ago. Thomas felt his dick begin to grow as Nelson gave the door 4 firm knocks. He was about to knock again but they saw a light flick on. A disheveled young man opened the door, dried cum on his forehead, hair matted, still in his jockstrap that smelled of piss and cum. It took him a moment to register the situation. His eyes grew large as the two wolves before him sneered. Thomas and Nelson saw fear in his eyes. Their dicks grew harder as the cumdump just stared. Nelson saw him look down and that was all he needed. He was theirs. The two stepped into the room, shedding their clothes as the cumdump closed the door behind them unsure of what was going to happen. *** Thomas and Nelson laid in silence, enjoying the quiet. Nelson didn’t give much thought to what Thomas had just said. The more he considered it the more he agreed. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. He and Thomas were close and he… Nelson sat up and looked at Thomas and looked down at where Thomas was previously sitting. The joint wasn’t finished. Thomas had snuffed it out like a cigarette. He wasted more than half a joint of some good shit. He turned back to Thomas, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. “Why did you stop me from rubbing your scalp just now?” Thomas was silent. Nelson flipped through the last 10 minutes trying to find it. He looked at Thomas. Thomas turned and looked back. Nelson tried again, carefully going over everything that had just been said in the room. Thomas was worried about something. Then it hit him. ”Raymond,” was all he said. Thomas turned his blank gaze back to the ceiling and gave a slight nod. For the first time in their friendship a tension was building between them. Nelson joined Thomas by staring blankly at the ceiling. Thomas broke the silence first, “For the record, it’s not about love or affection.” Nelson knew this, so why even mention it like that. He thought about the possibilities he saw for Raymond. But for the kid to have any worth to Nelson he would have to be stripped of everything that made him him and he would have to want it to happen. These were new waters. It wasn’t impossible. Id he and Thomas weren’t on the same page, then what the hell was Thomas thinking…? Thomas waited a beat. He knew Nelson would get there. He turned his head waiting for Nelson to ask. As he turned, ready to ask what he had in mind, Thomas beat him to it. “The kid isn’t even in his prime. He could make us some good money over the next few years.” Thomas flashed his familiar grin waiting for Nelson to say something.

4. Varies man to man, due to diet, medications, smoking, etc.

I'm excited to have found this discussion thread here. I am one of those horny old grandpas some of you are so attracted to. I was late to the gay scene... I was 47 when I sucked my first dick, though I'd been attracted to males much earlier - I am 74 now. About 15 years ago I took my first video and that excited me, and then put it on some website. The idea of an old man like me being watched by lots of men, including younger men, turned me on. But what was amazing was how popular my profile was, and how many guys contacted me. At last look, I now have about 13 million views in the past 4 years, and about 5000 subscribers. I communicate regularly with a few hundred, and have met some of them in person. And had 3 marriage proposals, lol (i am spoken for, alas). I loved reading the messages from you younger guys in this thread. I think many are amazed that old guys continue to love sex. You're only born once, but you can be a [banned word] forever. (My screen name on XVideos is "room4ustwo" if you want to see if you like my vids... just Google the name.)

A Few Questions Answered Based on the replies on the forum and the messages I've received I feel a few answers might be needed. I know some or you are hoping for more sordid tales with Des but when I started this I swore to write as close to the truth as I could so I won't be including any nasty events that didn't happen. Yes, that means this happened. Names and locations have been altered somewhat but I really was a 40 year old virgin (for guys anyway), Des did exist, isn't his real name. I don't want to spoil too much in case I write more but it essentially happened how it's described. To this date I have not gone on any medical trials, I'm now pushing 43, due to the other STD's, my diet, my lifestyle, my crap immune system I don't know but due to whatever I have already hit stage 3, I am full blown aids and I've made my peace with it. I was and still am 'chunky' so anyone expecting wasted and skinny sorry to disappoint but I know it's stripping me away piece by piece so in a year or so who knows? Yes, I am still sexually active, I tend to only go for either other poz guys or at the very least load for load so a 'yours gets mine' policy, that's neg, poz or u/d I'm not really fussy. If there is interest in the 30+ months that followed my diagnosis I will write some of my escapades but I guess we'll see. If nothing else happens then I hope you liked my late start into the lifestyle and enjoy your own experiences as much as I have.

I was debating wether or not to carry on events, hence the gap, but I decided to wrap things up a little. Aftermath - Old Life/New Life. I left the clinic and stopped "I'm HIV positive, I'm freaking HIV positive" Hoping to garner some reaction from me but I might as well have picked up a carrot and said 'it's a carrot'. I couldn't understand why I had no reaction I knew I should yet couldn't. I mentally shrugged and found myself a pub to have a quick drink. I got a pint of Moretti and found a table for myself, I glanced around as I took a few gulps of my pint. It was just starting to get a little busy, mostly young and I wondered how many had some sort of STD, my mind flashed back to the massive cock covered in boils that had burst inside me. "You have been diagnosed as HIV positive" "Also, I must inform you that you have been diagnosed with genital warts" "We also detected symptoms of genital Herpes" The words spun round in my head and I started getting hard again. 'I'm an infectious toxic faggot" I said the words under my breath but I was finally shaking with lust. I finished my drink and ordered another with a whiskey chaser, looking round I wondered if any gay guys were here, even closeted and how many had taken raw cock not realising it might sign there own death warrant. Drinking my drinks I began looking online for guys who might want my toxic cum, I found quite a few who claimed to be looking. I knew some would be fake, some fantasists, some who would chicken out like I had previously. I looked for more extreme ones, who might want other STD's as well. I found a few already poz guys who wanted more and a few neg guys but nothing in my immediate area. I knew I wasn't just gonna fuck a random profile meet tonight but the drink and profiles and my status had me horny. I decided to call it a night and head home. Stepping out into the cold air I began to walk, the air hitting me making me light headed and I realised I needed a piss. I found a dark annex without revellers or police and let go against a drainpipe, as I was finishing up a homeless guy from deeper in the annex came out. "Can you not fucking piss there?? I've gotta sleep somewhere and don't need you making it all wet in here!" I looked at him and whilst aside from the beard he looked nothing like Des but the smell reminded me of him and he looked disgusting, which instantly made me rock hard, before I knew it I was talking to him. "How much for a blow job?" He looked at me as if he hadn't heard me right, my heart was in my throat and I felt like I was with Des all over again. "You wot?" I looked at him more calm this time but with a now obvious hard on, my cock not fully tucked away and clearly hard. "I asked how much for a blow job?" "You gay or something?" I went to tuck myself back in and walk away. "You mean me suck you yeah?" The other way hadn't dawned on me and whilst a repeat of my situation with Des suddenly seemed very appealing I was desperate to shoot my load so I just said "yeah". "10 quid, come in closer" I managed to find a tenner in my pocket as I stepped into the annex and handed it over. He fished my hard on out my trousers with his dirty hand and seemed to hesitate a moment before taking my cock into his probably rancid gob. Realising I hadn't been blown in a long time his mouth felt heavenly. It was obviously not his first time, he probably asked the 'gay' comment in case I was going to beat him up. With his moderate skill, and the fact I'm not large he was taking my to the base repeatedly, I knew I wouldn't last long and once I caught another whiff of his stench and the reminder of Des it sent me over the edge and I felt my cock pulse repeatedly in his mouth. Letting myself enjoy the moment a while longer I soon realised the chances of us caught would increase the longer I stayed. He had a similar thought it seems as he removed his mouth from my cock and pushed himself deeper into the annex between the buildings. I gathered myself, put my now soft and wet cock away and stepped back into the street just as a group of 5 semi drunk guys passed. With a backwards comment of 'whats the fucking stench' I realised i probably had an aroma of homeless man on me. I walked a bit further in the fresh air to rid myself of the smell then caught a bus home, the days events playing on my mind and my future, deciding what kind of one I had. Once I was home I realised I needed another piss, fishing my cock out I noticed the slightly reddened blemishes the Doctor had inspected earlier almost unnoticeable normally had darkened and been enflamed. I wondered if the friction of the homeless guys mouth had caused it, I wondered if he had passed anything on, I wondered if I had passed anything onto him. The thoughts made my cock harder so I finished pissing and quickly went to look for guys to infect. Before I did I knew I had to end things with Nat permanently. I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. With social media and connections it wouldn't be long before my family found out and I wasn't ready for that yet. I told her a half truth. I had contracted HIV, I wasn't sure how but told her I hadn't been with another woman. We hadn't been mutually exclusive so she knew I had no reason to lie. We had gotten close but she didn't know about my desires so she seemed to be quite understanding and even told me to stay in touch. Once we had finished talking I got back to searching the profiles of neg guys who might want what I had poisoning my insides.

Non-consentual consent. Rule One: I get what I want how I want it. If that gets you off, too, fine, but see Rule One.

He heard his phone vibrate on the small table next to him. He glanced over as it lit up showing a text from Nelson. Shawn rolled his eyes and ignored it and focused on the sloppy blowjob he was receiving from his DL neighbor. The phone vibrated again. This time the neighbor lifted his head enough and glanced at Shawn’s phone. Annoyed, Shawn grabbed his phone and pushed the dude back down on his cock, the dude gagged and spit as the log invaded his throat. “You free in about 45? I’ve got a newbie. Thomas is here too.” Shawn stood up without warning and his neighbor fell back but caught himself quickly. “What the fuck…” “Shut the fuck up. You need to get out of here.” The neighbor began to say something, but Shawn cut him off. “Be careful or you’ll leave empty handed,” he said while he pulled open a small box then held up a small bag of tina and gently shook it as he teased his neighbor raising his eyebrows in jest. “One of these days that isn’t going to work on me,” the neighbor said as he put the baggie into his front pocket. “But that day isn’t today. I’ll give you what you really want this weekend. And save some of that, you’re going to need it. Until then, fuck off.” Shawn winked at his neighbor who smiled and shook his head and walked out the door Shawn held open for him. Once he was gone Shawn jumped in the shower. 15 minutes later he stood before his fogged-up bathroom mirror and gave it a wipe. He looked at himself and began flexing his pecs and rubbing his own biceps. At 30 years old Shawn was proud of the shape he kept compared to some men his age. Shawn stood at just below 6’ and weighed a beefy 200lbs. His bright red hair, which he kept short, stood out against his pale skin. Shawn admired himself as his hands roamed his still wet body. Even if he didn’t have bright red hair and porcelain skin Shawn would stand out in a crowd. His smile is what drew people in. Shawn was always smiling and always trying to add excitement and fun into any situation he was in. He was a magnet for good times and his carefree attitude only heightened his appeal as a man to be around. While some considered his smile or his personality his best feature, he knew the real truth. He knew what really motivated him. He reached down and grabbed the heavy hog between his legs. Soft, his dick was a sight to behold. Pale and plump and hanging at just under 6 inches, Shawn gave it a gentle squeeze and pull and watched it slowly engorge. Shawn loved to have fun and be the life of the party, but he knew that the only reason the sluts in his life were so attentive was because of his dick. He didn’t care. He was happy to fuck and use the fags around him just the way they used him. His cock, now reaching its full potential, gave a slight curve upward and looked like a pale summer sausage straining against its own casing. At 11 inches long and almost as girthy as a bottle of wine, Shawn loved his dick more than anything else in his life other than his mom and younger brother. He had always been treated differently once it was found out how magnificent his dick was, and he eventually learned to lean into it and used it to his advantage whenever he could. He had an okay job and a degree from an okay university which allowed him to be comfortable in life. Not filthy rich but not struggling either. He owned his home outright as well as his car. He took vacations regularly and had friends across the US. But it was his cock that gave him the ability to live a life of pleasure and debauchery that he had come to love. But it wasn’t always this way. Growing up the boys in his class would mock him for cock he was born with. For years he would try to hide it and was embarrassed by its size and the fact that he and his brother were being raised by a single mother in a tiny trailer home only added to cruelty he received. It wasn’t until his 18th birthday, just days before he went off to college that he began to see his cock in a different light. He always knew he was gay. But being poor and insecure, Shawn never acted on his desires because he had become so used to being mocked, he didn’t want to open that door for anyone else. Being poor also meant his internet access usually only happened at school or the library and he didn’t want to risk any unwanted attention by looking up any type of gay porn on shared computers. And what free time he had he had to look out for his younger brother while their mom worked two jobs. But that changed when he got his cell phone. Shawn felt like a kid in a candy store with the amount of porn at his fingertips. Shawn couldn’t take his hands off his cock anytime he was alone with his phone. Soon the need to have a person touching his cock took over and he decided to take the risk try to meet someone to release with. He was poor and insecure, but not an idiot. He knew what Grindr was as he heard two of his gay classmates talk about it from time to time. Now it was his turn. He downloaded the app, filled out the necessary information but then hesitated on when it came to post a picture. But decided on a just a quick snapshot of his torso would do and in second his profile was live. “Newbie looking for…” was all he put while also not mentioning his cock or position. That didn’t matter as the vultures came out in full force looking for fresh meat. Shawn had never really worked out, but he maintained his thin body because he walked everywhere and would often give what little food he had to his little brother after he had a bite or two. It wasn’t until strangers started asking to see pics of his ass and cock that he began to feel differently about himself. He was hesitant to share at first but while he was expecting laughter or mean-spirited comments about his cock, he was shocked when all that came back his way was vulgar positivity that complimented his dick like he had never heard before. But even then it was too much to take in. He chatted with four profiles and became overwhelmed with the things being sent his way. He had never had a single sexual experience with another man and here he was receiving message telling him he needed to “pound my pussy until I’m a sloppy mess,” or, “fuck me like a whore with that pink missile.” Thinking back on it now Shawn laughed and smiled. His first semester in college was a true awakening and he hadn’t looked back since. He knew what he had, and he knew the power it held but because he had such a winning personality he was able to never really be perceived the way some men where who only had a big dick and nothing else. Shawn gave his cock another squeeze before stepping out the bathroom. His guests would be here shortly, and his cock flexed and produced a small amount of precum thinking about the newbie Nelson was bringing over. Nelson never disappointed as he always arrived with a prime piece of ass in tow. Shawn had a pep to his step as he made his way downstairs into his favorite room in the house. His basement was large and opened up right as you turned off the staircase. It was a typical basement den: big screen tv, comfy couches, a kitchenette and bar. Behind the couch was a door that led to a full bath and walking past the couch and tv was the only other door down there and that led to his play area. This wasn’t anything special compared to sex dens that were decked out with every contraption known to man, but Shawn was proud of his set up. He had remodeled the space himself. The large room had enough space to hold a queen-sized bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a modest desktop computer set up with a cam and speakers that were connected to another big screen tv. Opposite the sling was a small chest of drawers that contained the things necessary to help whatever bottom of the day get wound up and ready for a fuck that was almost never pleasurable without the aid of chemical enhancements. Shawn grinned and thought about the hundreds of sluts who said they could take him but eventually tried to tap out and go home. He opened up the second drawer and removed a lockbox big enough to hold a few books. But instead of books the lockbox held the key to making a bottom beg for his monster meat even as it was tearing them open. He grinned again, removing a bigger bag of tina than what he gave his neighbor. His long-time dealer had just freshly hooked him up that morning along with the g that was in the freezer next to the dresser. He grabbed a few fresh rigs, a rubber tourniquet, his digital scale and a smaller sealed canister of fine tina dust. He couldn’t help but hum a happy tune as he shifted from one foot to the other doing a little dance as he anticipated his guests. Shawn had a great personality but that rarely extended into the bedroom after he spent time with a daddy named Devon and his 24-year-old boyfriend Wayne. Being 18 and new to topping he was cautious with the men he fucked. If they asked to stop because he was too big he would, without question. But that changed when he was asked to be a part of his first threesome with Devon and Wayne. Devon saw Shawn’s cock and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it needed to tear Wayne apart. Shawn lubed up his dick as Wayne spread his cheeks open, Devon standing next to Shawn, arm around him whispering how big of slut his boyfriend is. He barely had the head in before Wayne whined about the size and asked for more lube. Devon, annoyed, grabbed Wayne’s head and shoved it into the mattress and told him to shut the fuck up. He then asked Shawn to step back. Shawn thought it was over, like it had been so many times before. But the Devon went into their closet and came back with a small blue case. He pulled out a small bag of white/clear-ish rocks and held one up between his fingers for Shawn to see. “He just needs a bit of encouragement,” the boyfriend smiled as he put the rock into the waiting ass before him. The bottom winced. “Lots of encouragement, actually.” He laughed and spoke to his boyfriend, “Shh. It’s a big one because you’re going to need it.” Wayne calmed down and laid there as the rock began to dislove. He then leaned over and whispered to Shawn, “He’s about to be royally fucked but that’s his problem when he sobers up and deals with the damage. I gave him about double the size of the largest booty bump he has ever received. In a bit you can fuck this slut without him fucking whining.” Shawn put it all together and quickly realized what had just gone up inside the bottom. Although he had never done drugs he was aware of them and the dangers they posed. He was hesitant, “This is my first time being around that…stuff,” Shawn said a bit meekly. He was almost ready to leave. He was on scholarship and his mind began to think about what would happen if anyone found out he was around crystal meth. Devon waved him off. Shawn got to thinking: He loved sex and he began to realize the potential in front of him as he saw Devon and Wayne interact. He had been at university for just over 4 months and yet had the opportunity to truly fuck like he had seen his favorite porn stars do. His dick got him attention, but the bottoms could never take it fully. The wheels were turning in his head as he looked at the ass below him. He heard a click to his right and saw the boyfriend with a small torch heating a glass pipe. He was transfixed as he saw the boyfriend heat the pipe and slowly inhale. He stepped to Shawn and placed his lips over his and gave him his first hit of tina. Shawn wasn’t expecting it but once he realized what was going on he gave in and let it happen 3 more times. It happened so quickly and it didn’t feel wrong. Shawn felt powerful. His dick felt bigger, more engorged than ever before. He wanted nothing more than to fuck, to ravage, to release. Devon saw the animal awaken and smiled at Shawn just has he had smiled at the many college boys he had corrupted in his life. But corrupting a top with potential like Shawn was a very special occasion. “Here, let me show you how to hit it yourself.” Devon gave Shawn a helpful tutorial before gently grabbing the Ginger’s cock and pulling him toward the waiting ass before him. The boyfriend slathered on copious amounts of lube as Shawn exhaled a large cloud that surprised Devon. “Atta boy. Now, claim your prize.” By now Wayne was beginning to feel the effects of the giant rock Devon pushed into him. Shawn began to ease into hole the before him. He met resistance after the head entered as his cock flared out a bit at that point. “Hold on, let me get down there so he can suck my dick and focus on me.” Devon laid down and shimmied forward to his boyfriend with his feet gently resting on Wayne’s thighs. The slut greedily took his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth while Devon placed his hands on the slut’s shoulders. An evil grin overtook Devon’s face. “Ready?” he asked. Shawn nodded but didn’t realize what Devon actually meant. Shawn’s head remained lodged in Wayne, and he heard him moan. He looked down and saw that the slut had his boyfriend’s dick out of his mouth and was moaning at the head stretching him. The boyfriend winked at Shawn with that grin still beaming up at him. “Hold on tight,” was all he said before he braced his feet against Wayne’s thighs and pushed him back by his shoulders with such a force that Shawn was fully inside Wayne in less than 3 seconds. Everyone was taken by surprise. The drugs inside the slut seemed to evaporate has he screamed in pain and clawed at Shawn and tried to move forward but his boyfriend’s feet were expertly placed on his thighs to stop any forward movement. Anticipating Wayne would try to sit up on his knees, Devon moved one leg and hooked it over Wayne’s neck and pushed him into the mattress with the strength of his lower body. Shawn was horrified at what this man was doing to his boyfriend, but he couldn’t ignore the tightness around his cock that was quivering and fluttering at the invasion. Wayne’s hole was spasming and him trying to get off the cock was enough friction to cause him to shoot within 45 seconds of fully impaling the slut. It was the first time he had ever bottomed out and it was magnificent. Shawn saw stars, shuddered and gave a roar that even surprised himself before shooting the biggest load of his life He basked in the feeling before coming back down to reality. He wasn’t inside the slut for more than 2 minutes as he began to pull out. “Fucking hot,” the boyfriend said as he looked down at Shawn’s still hard cock. “You’re still hard as fuck after all that?” Shawn was feeling all sorts of things at that moment. But the boyfriend eased Shawn’s mind. He handed him the pipe and torch. “Stay right here. Two hits. I’ll be right back.” The boyfriend stepped into the bathroom and was back as Shawn was beginning his second hit. He stood behind Shawn, one hand rubbing his smooth body and the other gently wiping his cock clean with a warm cloth. Shawn closed his eyes as the boyfriend whispered. “Don’t worry about that slut,” he said. “See, look.” Shawn glanced down and observed the warm, white washcloth. “Yeah, he’s hurt but he’s not bleeding out,” Devon said. The washcloth had small flecks of pink mixed with the massive load he had released. “Wayne is a worthless whore and your cock is a masterpiece,” he said as he sat next to his whimpering boyfriend. “And sluts like this will coming crawling back to you even after you ruin them. Trust me.” He began to rub his boyfriend’s back and was being extremely loving and comforting. “You’ve got a lot to learn, and I’d be happy to help you. But first you have to come to terms with the possibility of blood covering your cock after you fuck. You’re fucking huge dude, you have to know blood might be an issue sometimes.” Shawn considered the scene before him, the drugs making him think from a different perspective. But he couldn’t shake the guilt of causing the dude below him immense pain, but he felt like Devon had a point. He looked down and realized he was still hard. The guilt began to fade as he began to think about how good his cock felt when lodged inside that dude’s hole. Devon saw the gears turning inside Shawn’s head. “How about this: take a seat over there and watch me treat this faggot how he deserves to be treated.” Devon hopped back up and made his way to the closet once more but this time returning with a larger toiletry bag. He placed it on the bedside table and removed an orange-tipped syringe, a rubber tourniquet and aalcohol swab. Shawn’s eyes grew wide. “Fucking relax dude. Fuck,” Devon shook his head and sounded beyond annoyed before man-handling his boyfriend. He placed Wayne on all fours despite his protest and then he eased two fingers inside his boyfriend who tried to get away. “Forget what I said. Get over here and put your cock in his mouth,” he said to Shawn, but the Ginger hesitated. “Do it! Now!” Devon raised his voice. Shawn may have had an enormous dick, but Devon was almost twice his age and Shawn obeyed on instinct. Devon smiled to himself and knew he had him and switched into teacher mode. “Yeah, I may have went a bit overboard just now but let’s move past that, shall me? I saw how quick you bred this worthless slut,” Devon gave Wayne’s ass 3 hard slaps. “That dick went somewhere new today, huh?” Shawn nodded in silence as strange feelings of admiration begin to form toward Devon. “That’s what I thought. This faggot had to pay the price for you experiencing something new. Better him than you. Remember that.” Shawn slapped Wayne’s ass once more before yanking the slut’s right arm from beneath him and twisting it behind his back. Wayne fell forward, ass in the air as Devon held his arm in place. He leaned closer to Wayne, “You know what happens if I miss. Get it together or get the fuck out.” He spit on Waynes back and the slut let out a sad sigh and remained motionless. “For starters,” he continued, “With that cock you have command of any room you’re in and sluts like this will gladly do anything for it. Isn’t that right, faggot?” Devon twisted Wayne’s arm. “Yes, Sir.” He barely whimpered. Shawn was processing everything before him. All he wanted to do all day was get off and now he’s being mentored on how to properly fuck. Shawn knew he should have left and never looked back but teenage hormones overpowered even the mightiest of logic as his dick twitched hearing the slut say, “Yes, Sir.” Devon was doing cartwheels in his head because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was as he watched Shawn’s defenses go down. “See,” Devon sneered, “This piece of shit here is letting me do whatever I want because he only really craves one thing,” Devon released Wayne’s arm but quickly snapped, “Don’t fucking move that arm!” Wayne remained motionless as he kept his arm behind his own back. “And I am not talking about the drugs,” Devon said as he tightened the tourniquet around Wayne’s arm. “6 pumps then hold,” he said. Shawn watched the scene unfold. This was an entirely new situation for him. He’d never been in a threesome, let alone with another top who had absolute control of his boyfriend. His dick twitched again. “Tell me you don’t want to be in my position, Shawn. Tell me you aren’t turned on by how easy it is to put worthless sluts in their place, like this piece of trash here. Tell me that finally getting that lovely cock of yours deep into this hole here wasn’t the best feeling you’ve had so far.” Shawn couldn’t disagree. His cock was wired to his brain, and he wanted what Devon had. But he had to make sure. He raised his hand as if to ask a question. Devon looked up and burst out laughing. Wayne, caught off guard by the change in atmosphere, tried looking up. “I told you not to fucking move,” Devon was off the bed and shoved Shawn out of the way and got right in front of his boyfriend’s face and leaned in until his mouth was pushed up next to his left ear and as he whispered. Shawn didn’t hear what Devon said but he saw Wayne’s reaction. Wayne blinked fast to try and stop the tears that were coming. But it was useless. Devon whispered one more thing, stood and gently slapped Wayne across his right cheek as a few tears silently fell. From what Shawn gathered through their initial conversations was that Wayne was 24 years old and had a job working at one of the big banks in town. He had his life together, but here he was crying due to whatever Devon just said and he just endured it. He had the power to leave, to get up off that bed and walk out the door but he stayed. Shawn began stroking his dick. Wayne looked up at Shawn, sad and pathetic, pleading with his eyes and the tears slowly began to stop. Shawn took a chance. “Don’t look at me. I’m not here to help you.” Shawn wasn’t as menacing as he had hoped. While Wayne looked down, dejected. Devon gave a small laugh. Shawn felt foolish. “No, I am not laughing at you,” Devon was back in position, needlessly wrenching Wayne’s arm to find a prominent vein. He found what he was looking for before uncapping the syringe with his teeth. He examined the tip of the syringe before continuing, “It’s not easy discovering the dark parts of ourselves that bring us pleasure.” He found a vein and expertly inserted the needle and quickly pulled back just slight to produce a flash of crimson. Shawn began jacking his cock with more intent, hunger in his eyes. “I laughed because you’re going to turn over a new leaf and it makes me happy,” he said while slowly pushing the plunger, releasing the contents into Wayne’s aching arm. He removed the needle, pulled the tourniquet, released Wayne’s arm briefly but quickly grabbed it again, but swung it forward and then upward as he placed the alcohol swab at the injection site. Shawn couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Devon held Wayne’s arm above his head while Wayne began to cough and gasp for air. “He’ll be fine. Just wait a few seconds.” Devon, satisfied there would be no bleeding, released Wayne’s arm and he fell onto his chest, ass up. Wayne was on a different planet. He was moaning and begging to be used and fucked. Moments ago he was in tears and now, here he was something completely different. “See,” Devon said. “Sluts will do anything for cock.” Devon spit on his very respectable 8.5” cock and shoved it in Wayne in one go. Shawn was expecting protest and pleas, but Wayne gave a needy sigh and moaned in pleasure as Devon began pummeling his hole. “I’ll warm him up, but you’re the main event. Make him suck your cock.” Shawn stepped up and grabbed Wayne by the hair and put his mouth on this cock. Devon smiled, pleased with what he was about to create. Three hours later Shawn arrived back at his dorm having dropped 8 loads deep in Wayne’s wrecked hole. He wasn’t even aware he could cum that much but as he plopped down on his dorm room’s twin sized bed, he gave his cock a tug already thinking about Devon’s invitation to come back over the weekend. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Those four years of college were highlighted by the lessons taught to him by Devon. Separated by hours, Shawn doesn’t get to see Devon as much as he’d like but they talk regularly. Devon opened up Shawn’s eyes to his true potential which allowed him to unapologetically be himself in every aspect of his life. A smile came across his face. He got everything in order in just a few minutes before bounding up the stairs to his cellphone. He had a text from Nelson, but he ignored it. He found Devon’s name and sent off a quick text. “Fresh meat being delivered. I’ll let you know when to hop on cam.” Devon replied quickly, “A show? Or one-on-one?” “The more the merrier.” “I’ll be waiting, stud.” Shawn then found Nelson’s text: On our way. ETA 15 minutes Shawn glanced at the clock. He couldn’t help but feel giddy thinking about the prize Nelson was about to drop at his feet.

Hi everyone! Just joined after being sent a hot story by a kinky daddy. I’m 26 sub bottom from south coast UK. Always been craving cock and hopefully will be inspired to become a full on cumdump by being on here. Love rough, dominant guys and being put in my place and overpowered. UK guys especially hmu 😉

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

[If you read a different first part to the story, sorry about that, as I was writing it I wanted to change how things played out so I had the moderators change the first chapter. Now onto the 2nd chapter…] Hey… My name is Mike and I just heard some news and not quite sure what to think about it. I live in this fuck house where I fuck and get fucked A LOT, and the guy who owns/runs the house just told me I tested poz and it looks like I've infected everyone else in the house (including him). Those are just the ones he knows about for sure – there've been tons of other guys who've stopped by the house that I've fucked, and then there's all the guys my housemates and the other guys have fucked… It's a bit of a huge mess! Thing is, I'm sorta ambivalent. Part of me has always wanted to be poz, but deep down I'm pretty responsible so I went on PrEP to stay neg. But not only did I manage to get pozzed, but it seems I've pozzed all the guys I live with (there are 12 of us in the house – two had "indeterminate" results, but I probably pozzed them as well). I guess if it's gonna happen it's gonna happen to someone like me. I mean I've been living here for a year and a half and my goal is to get 10 loads a day, and give 2, and I almost never have a problem meeting my goal. Weekends I get more like 20 loads a day and give 3-4. That's like 120 loads a week in my ass. There are some weeks where I can't fuck 'cause I'm clearing up an STD, but still I've probably taken around 9,000 loads (!) since moving in here – and given close to 2,000. I guess that's bound to catch up to you, right? Still, I'm only 21 and I'm poz and toxic… But honestly, I'm also sorta turned on… There's this one top (Felix) who fucks me a couple times a week. I knew he was poz, but thought he was on meds, but then he confided in me that he wasn't taking meds and had a high viral load. That made me want his loads even more. He'd been fucking me for months at that point and I'd gone through at least one round of HIV testing and still tested neg, so I figured the PrEP was working, and saying 'no' to him felt like closing the barn door after the cows had left – if he was gonna infect me, it would have happened already, right? So every time he'd come over I'd use one of the little rooms where we're allowed to do private 1-on-1s and beg him to knock me up and poz me (I didn't want the other guys in the house to hear me begging to be pozzed). I mean he was pretty hot and I was totally into him, and part of me really wanted to be poz. I thought he'd make the perfect "poz papi". But he's been fucking me for almost a year now. Why am I just now testing poz? Nick, the guy who runs the house, and his doctor sat me down and told me that, on top of being poz, my strain is Truvada-resistant – which is how I managed to poz everyone else in the house. But if Felix had been meds-resistant wouldn't he have infected me sooner? So now we gotta go tell the guys that I pozzed them. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get beaten up or if it's gonna turn into some huge poz orgy… Wish me luck! [To be continued…]

We can hope for that, and indeed I fully expect there will be society push back. But when? The DEMS seem to have up and died....

Same here, one of my favourite fantasies too. I'd love for a woman to manipulate my hole until it's only filled with poz loads

Part 2. (All of this is based on past experiences). Part one I got fucked by a few strangers in a beach bathroom I’m Jay and one of the strangers, Roger invited me back to his place where he expected some friends to come by… I scooped up my stuff and we walked a few blocks to his place. It was a little cottage on more of an ally that’s street. We showered scrubbing each others backs. I dropped and sucked his dick, he fingered my hole. Then we went to the living room and he put some nasty group porn on. He pulled out a bong asking if I partied. Yeah! Normal gettting high stuff. Smoking, zoning out a bit. When he leaned over to shotgun me is when we reconnected and reignited. I grabbed his cock while we shotgunned back and forth. We chilled for maybe an hour me sucking his semi hard cock, him tweaking my nipples, fingering my hole. Lots of making out. There was a knock at the door He hollered “come in CJ”. A cute Latino guy 5’10” shirtless and lean walked in followed by a ginger about the same build “Hey Roger” I brought Brian along - he’s been couch surfing at my place for a couple of weeks Roger introduced me as he passed the pipe to the new guys CJ passed but Brian took a few big draws and I moved in to shotgun with this new hot guy. We all started making out and I was happy to find that CJ had a thick 7”uncut cock and liked me nibbling on his foreskin. Brian had a nice dick too-pink and cut The back of the house was on a downslope we pulled our shorts on and Roger lead us outside and down some stairs and then back in a door into the enclosed area under the house Kind of like a basement Small laundry room but when we stepped thru the next door we were in a low playroom complete w sling. I’d never been in a sling before but liked watching videos of guys getting fucked in them Roger sat on a sofa and turned on a tv with porn. Now the porn had guys blowing clouds as they suckled and fucked. And some fisting too. I didn’t really see much of this as I was between Roger’s legs sucking his tasty cock again. CJ sat next to Roger and Brian was next to me slurping CJs hard brown cock Those two traded places and CJ was blowing Brian before he lifted his legs up and went to town eating his ass- happy moaning from Brian. Roger slapped my face - not hard just sort of enough to pull me away from my intense focus on sucking his uncut cock. He gestured for us to swap places- when I sat on the couch he put my heels on his shoulders and then slid down and dove into my ass- licking around it and then driving his tongue deep inside me. I was a happy moaning pig. Brian and I started making out and moaning together. CJ and Roger had added in a couple of fingers working our holes while tounging them. After a bit we took a break and passed the pipe around again CJ again passed. I asked him if it wasn’t difficult to pass while everyone else was getting high. He said “I’m about to catch up” walked to his bag which he’d brought down with him and pulled out 4 rigs as he asked me “Ever slammed?” I kinda freaked out, said no and asked “what about you guys” Roger said “yeah I do it once in a while” and Brian said “you’re looking at a faggot meth junky- I do it every day” I laughed and said “no way You don’t look like a junky” He replied “high functioning - I go to work every day, I just get spun up to get thru it”. CJ said “I held off partying to have a steady hand to admin you Jay. I figured you’re new to this and want a steady hand if I’m going to admin your first slam.” I looked at Roger and he said “no pressure but I think you’d like it. It’ll make you horny and intensify everything— might make that hot hole even hotter.” I said “ok” tentatively. Roger grabbed my had and lead me to the sling. I hopped in and he had me slide down so my ass was hanging over the edge He patted my belly and said “fun time coming”. He returned to Brian on the couch and I saw Brian take 2 of the rigs and I saw him swab Roger’s arm as CJ did the same to me after tying me off w a elastic strap like Brian did to Roger CJ said “you’ll start panting you may need to cough it’s an intense initial rush but it passes in a couple of minutes and you’ll have a nice steady high.” CJ could tell I wasn’t sure He said “Roger maybe talk to Jay” Roger came over w the rubber band hanging on his arm and leaned down so we were pretty much face to face I couldn’t help myself and put my hand around his semi hard cock He reached a hand down to my hole and gently stuck a finger in. I said “I dunno”. He said “it’s whatever you want. I will say if you’ve thought about trying a slam CJ is very good and while we will all get wild and have some flyin fun this is a pretty mellow place and group . Nothing totally out of control or dangerous will happen.” I said “ok but can I watch you get it first?” “Sure” — he stood up next to me and Brian came over and probed Roger’s arm crook with a finger He then did a quick small jab into a vein he liked. My cock was growing. Brian gently eased the plunger back and a red cloud bloomed inside the syringe Brian said “ready?” Roger winked at me and said “oh yeah” Brian slowly and steadily pushed the plunger in and snapped the band off. Roger had taken the swab from Brian and he held it to the injection spot and raised his hand straight up He didn’t cough but he started breathing fast and deep And he smiled in a dreamy goofy way and said “fuuuuck. Jay I want you to do this” Roger and Brian went back to the couch Roger had one hand on his nipple and the other fingering his hole Brian was getting ready to self admin “How can I say no to that?” I said to CJ . He did the same maneuvers. I watched my own blood register CJ said “ready?” I nodded and he pushed the plunger As he snapped the band off and raised my arm I coughed and immediately tasted metal. I was breathing fast and deep and dropped my free hand to my cock CJ asked “how you doing” I said “so fucking good- so fucking high” Brian had slammed himself and was making out and feeling up Roger all over CJ finally hit himself, pulled his band off and had his arm in the air- panting and smiling. Everyone had stoner eyes.And then the fun really began.

I think the nonchalance with which I live these 2 separate lives helps make it work. I never raise suspicions or act guilty about my behaviors because it is very reasonable to me that these 2 lives co-exist. Most of the time I am a str8 and very boring hetero man in a very long conventional marriage, and sometimes I am a total hedonist and pretty sensual and adventurous linky gay man. Why live just one life, when you can live two?

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!

thank God he won

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I'd just echo what others have said here. For your first time (or possibly your first few times trying) stick with alcohol/weed/poppers. Sure you could get spun and take a fist .. but you could also injure yourself without even realising. And that's going to set back any progress you might make considerably. While I can manage quite a lot now, I still won't meet tops who are off their head high. I'm not taking the risk that they'll get carried away in the moment and not pick up on how I'm reacting. I love being fisted, and I want to keep doing it. I'm not going to let some guy ruin that for me.

Like the beginning