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Had a spectacular visit to Basement sauna in Manchester yesterday, where I spent seven hours getting railed and railed, and being the uninhibited bareback sauna whore I love to be. Exhausted now, but load tally is about ten I think. Might be more, but sometimes in dark rooms, the guy gasps a bit then slides out and you never can be sure. Could be a lot more, but ten that I’m certain of. They’re all still inside me now, 12+hours later, and I’m not letting them go. A few highlights… First Load: I’d been chatting to a guy on Squirt who said he’d be there from opening and we should meet. He wanted to load me asap. I’m up for that. I arrive just after midday, get myself douched and ready and sure enough he’s there. We go into a room and he’s fucks me on my back, curled up with my legs on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. He pumps the day’s first load into me within ten minutes. Fantastic: I’ve been here 20mins max and I’m already flying with jizzjoy. The Toymaster: Now this one was special. Not long after the first load I run into a guy, we start kissing and then he stops: “are you top or bottom?” My standard reply “Total bottom”. For some reason, I’m often told I give off ‘top vibes’. I don’t even know what the hell ‘top vibes’ are – I am a VERY proud and open bottom! – but he’s happy with my reply as he’s total top and worried I might have been top as well. He grabs me and throws me into a room. Throws me literally. This is going somewhere I like. The next 30 to 40 mins are spent being the best sub bitch boy to a commanding dom top, and he seems to love how I respond to his domination while he is fucking me deep and firm, like a dom top should. We quickly become a morass of sweat and sex, each playing our dom/sub roles perfectly. He spits in my mouth repeatedly as he’s fucking me in multiple positions and tells me to swallow – I grab his hand and make him choke me so he can really feel me swallowing his spit down. He tells me I’m just a hole to him, I respond that I’m just trash to use and throw away. He puts his hands over my mouth, I lick his fingers so he puts them inside me. He stops to rest for a while so I get down and lick his feet, exploring heels, arches, toes with my mouth and tongue. That’s when he says… “You’re just my fucking toy, aren’t you boy” “Yes, sir. I’m just your fucking toy, to use and abuse” “I’m the fucking Toymaster then” And he grabs me to fuck me even harder, spitting, thrusting, choking, raping my throat with his fingers, pulling my hair, and pounding me like the sub bitch fucktoy I deserve to be. Another break, and he decides he wants to show me off, to take me to the most public area he can find and fuck me with everyone watching. He asks me where’s good? My reply… “Lead the way, sir, I’m your toy, you’re the boss” So he takes me to the area with the big porn screen and the seats, where everyone will be passing as they cruise, lays down and shows me his feet: of course I lick and clean them fully, and then move up to deep throat his cock before he lays me down, facing all the bystanders, and fucks me hard. Again: spit, choke, slap, hair-pull, writhing in sweat and sex. I’m completely in the most brilliant, flying subspace now. I will do anything he demands and thank him for it. He decides towards the end that he wants to whroe my ass out, to offers it to a couple of the watching folk. But this is the UK, and everyone is a bit too timid. There’s one guy who starts to step up but he chickens out. Think we might be a bit too open and uninhibited for the crowd. The Toymaster decides to take a break for a bit, so throws away his toy. Promised to do a repeat later, but I got dragged into dark rooms and cubicles with multiple guys after that, so I didn’t see him again. Bit of a shame, but at least I left with the right words after he talked about a repeat performance: “Your toy needs to serve, sir” “Of course it does,” and he was gone. Max: I didn’t find out his name until afterwards. Now here is where I got nasty. I love it. I’d spend a long time getting repeatedly railed in dark rooms, cubicles, fuck benches – basically anywhere where anyone would have me, thinking of my entire body as public property to use and fuck by this point. This hot guy quickly dragged me into a dark room and started kissing me. As usual I grabbed his cock and steered his hand towards my ass to wordlessly signal I’m a bottom – don’t want those damn ‘top vibes’ I don’t even know about to spoil things – and sure enough his fingers start to quest inside. “Careful,” I say, “Got a few loads in there and I’m keeping them in me” I hear a hot gasp from him – I think that’s the kinda talk he likes – and he spins me round, up against the wall, starts to rim me deep. “Careful”, I say again, so he stands up, grabs my face and kisses me dee. I taste the cum, lube and my own ass , as well as his spit, and it is fucking good. Well, he puts me up against the wall and fucks me for ten or so minutes before cumming in me. I’ve been fucked so much today that I’m just working for the cumshot to be honest, but he spurts a huge load into me. The jizzjoy hits me. Hard. I grab him as he still wants to kiss after shooting in me. We kiss, hard and deep and then, words start to find me, whispered into his ear… “Fuck, man. I love your cum inside me. Feels so good.” His hot gasp again. This is the talk he loves. He grabs my ass. “I’m keeping you inside me now, keeping your seed in me. Gonna hold it in til tomorrow, and let it all absorb.” “Fuck yeah” he moans, and I continue: “Imagine your swimmers starting to glide into me right now. Your DNA in me, forever, yeah? Your cum swimming into my whole fucking body, and taking me over” I can hear he is loving every word, even after he has cum. He grabs my ass, runs his sweaty hands all over my sweat-drenched body, kisses me deep. All through this, I am exploring him too, his fantastic body: but I am also jacking him off.Even after cumming he is rock hard again. And then… “Your cum, your DNA in my blood, my brain, inside me forever…” Suddenly he can’t resist: “Get on the fucking bench.” He practically throws me onto the fuck bench at the back of the darkroom. We lay down, and he slams into me, fucking me sideways, pounding me as hard as he can. He is practically howling with every thrust, so am I, and we are basically an ocean of sweat, pounding and noise. I’m pretty sure I know what he wants, to cum in me a second time. We’re both focussed 100% on one thing: using my whole body so he can cum a second time. We’re unified into this single intention. I tighten myself inside to give him a better feeling fleshjack fuck, close my second gate so that with every thrust, the head of his cock will slide into something tight deep within me. And then, the cumshot: and this time it is magnificent, accompanied by a symphony of gasps, fuck yeahs and relief. A wave of jizzjoy floods me yet again. We writhe around in our sea of sweat for a while, kissed and talked as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. What a spectacular fuck. We both stood up, kissed some more then staggered outside where we swapped names. Asked him if he came here often. “No, just once a month really”. He couldn’t believe he’d managed to cum in me twice in a row. “Well, Max, my ass is yours now. Can’t believe it either. Anytime I’m here and you’re here, you get to fuck me. No questions asked.” – and here I put both of his hands on my ass, still flying with jizzjoy tbh – “This ass belongs to you, you marked it with your seed. Anytime we’re both here, just say remind me of your name, and tell me you want it. Don’t even ask. Tell me, because it’s yours, man.” He liked that. Liked it a lot. I joked if he wanted to give me a third load back in there but we were both exhausted. We went our separate ways. Truth is, my ass is owned, but every man who’s ever fucked me. It really is public property by now. If any man signals to me in real life he wants to fuck me, my rights are erased: he gets what he wants. That’s how my ass has always been for me. Publicly owned. Anyway, I digress… The Last Load: This one was really sweet actually. An older guy just wanting to unload. I of course offer my ass as the keeper of a piece of public property should. We go into a cubicle, and we fuck for about 5 minutes before he’s ready to shoot in me. Not the best fuck I’ve had today, but… …you know there are some guys that get the giggles when they cum? This was one such guy…. He shoots his cum into me, and his face goes from ‘hot horny fuck yeah’ to ‘childlike laughter’ in about five seconds. I’m on my back looking up at him still inside me and he’s just shaking his head howling with laughter. It is so sweet. I grab his head in both hands to get him to look at me, because his laughter is infectious. We’re both giggling now looking at each other. Sometimes the simultaneous fuck-yeah horniness and hilarious absurdity of saunas and bathhouses hits me, and it hits me now. It’s wonderful. He slides out of me, and I figured it’s time to go home. Seven hours, probably getting railed for the majority of that time, or looking for the next fuck. Ten loads I know about, probably a few that I don’t. Always good. And as I promised to Max, all these loads, all the DNA, it’s all staying inside me, swimming its way into my body, my blood, my brain, my mind, my whole being… to subtly change me, yet again. My whole body as a cumdrunk vessel for men. Fuck yeah.

David's softening cock below his fat belly was wet with sperm. He saw me looking. "Why don't you clean it off for me?" I knelt and cupped his heavy balls. Tentatively. I put my lips around the slimey head, tasting cum and lube. He groaned and stood there letting me clean it off. I felt my cock stiffen unbearably and when he lifted me up to plant a kiss on my cum smeared mouth, he squeezed my cock as it squashed between us. "Hmmm," He said. "That's nice. I'd love to feel you in my arse, dirty boy" I shuddered and felt my heart pound as he turned and knelt on the bench. He reached back and pulled his fat cheeks apart revealing a deep cleft and a gaping, wet tunnel of love. "Climb on, put it in me!" He breathed. I got behind him, put my hands on his hips and slowly pushed forward, watching in fascination as the head and then the shaft of my cock disappeared into his arsehole until my belly was against his buttocks. The sensation was amazing. Hot, slippery and not too tight. His muscles squeezed and relaxed, massaging my cock until I was groaning with pleasure. "That's it!" He gasped ."Just cum when you want to!" Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shaking bottom. I looked to one side to see Simon grinning at me, and wanking his stiffening cock. "Nice?" He breathed. "Feel good in his old poz arse?"

Getting Away, Part 11 Matt heads off on his run. He approaches Snake and John driving a golf cart and he stops. Snake says, “Babe. You look so good.” Matt thanks him. Snake asks, “How are you feeling this morning? I had a really great time with you last night.” Matt says, “I think I got cum crazy or dick dumb last night, whatever it’s called. I’m not sure I made good decisions.” Snake’s face falls a bit. He doesn’t want Matt to regret last night. John says, “Yeah I know what you mean. I kinda let things get out of control.” Matt looks at John, the masc bottom who fucked him yesterday, and then got fucked by his friend, and then got fucked in the shower and then got fucked against a tree. He hears the despair that Matt himself has felt so many times. Snake hears the depth of the words too and turns to face John. Snake reaches out to touch Matt’s arm and says, “Hey Matt. I hope you don’t mean us.” Snake’s head turns form Matt to John and back to Matt, seemingly unable to choose where to put his attention. He settles on Matt and says, “Matt, I know I have a reputation, but I really like you. What happened last night was intense. For me, it was like your sexual energy overwhelmed me and everyone around us. I walked around last night after I took you to your cabin and there were more people fucking than I’ve seen in a long time in that field.” John says, “Yeah. Um….you kinda inspired me, I guess. I had sex with my friends.” Matt says, “Rugby and the German?” John blushes and says, “And the others.” Matt says, “How do you feel? I mean, dude I’m sore and a little embarrassed, but I feel crazy sexy cool.” Snake smiles at the TLC reference. John looks up at Matt and seeing his confidence, he almost breaks down. John’s voice is soft and unsteady as he says, “Well, I feel like a scrub.” Matt almost laughs at John’s updated TLC reference. He’s struck at how this guy can keep up the banter even as he feels so low. Matt says, keeping up with the theme, “Um….A scrub can’t get no love from me. And considering you fucked me yesterday. I object to you calling yourself a scrub." Snake jumps in and says, “And….scrubs sit in the passenger side. You drove three of those guys here.” Now Matt can’t help himself and the laugh bursts from his mouth. Matt and Snake are laughing. Snake bumps John’s shoulder with his own. John can feel the good-natured ribbing and camaraderie rising among them. He smiles and laughs. As John's laughter joins their own, Matt says, “When I saw you driving up this morning, I assumed you’d be fucking me in the bushes or something.” Snake smiles and says, “Oh I can definitely fuck you in the bushes.” Matt laughs and says, “Well I’m going to go for a run. But I bet John needs a good fuck.” Matt nods his head at the nearby bushes and jogs off at a trot. John looks at the bushes next to the road where Matt nodded and says, “Those bushes?” Snake says, “Sure.” Snake pulls the golf cart to the side, gets out, and John follows him into the bushes. They discover two guys fucking. The bottom is no stranger to taking a fuck. His shorts are down and his ass is framed by a jockstrap for the top fucking him. The top is jerking the bottom as they fuck. Snake says, “Guess the bushes are popular today.” He leans over and kisses John. John says, “Let’s watch and jerk off.” The bottom is moaning and the top is grunting. John and Snake are jerking off as they watch the action. The bottom braces himself on the ground as the top bends him to arch his back so he can get more leverage for his fuck. The top says, “Where do you want my load?” The bottom looks nervous. John realizes the bottom is probably taking it bareback. He starts jerking faster. Snake kisses John and says, “$10 he takes it.” John says, “No bet. He’s usually a top and he has a boyfriend. He almost always fucks safe. He told me so when he fucked me a couple months ago.” Snake says, “Did he use a condom to fuck you?” John says, “We didn’t have any.” Snake winks and says, “He’s going to take the load.” At that moment, the bottom they are watching get fucked says, “Wherever you want.” Top says, “Wherever I want. Fuck dude. I’m nutting in you.” Four strokes later and the top grabs the bottom’s hips and blows his load in the guy’s ass. Snake kisses John and lowers John to the ground. John pushes off his shorts and lifts his legs giving Snake access to his well fucked ass. Snake says, “Can I fuck you bareback?” John says, “Fuck yeah.” The other top and bottom watch as Snake slides his perfect cock into John and begins to fuck. Snake says, “Fuck you feel so good. I’m not going to last long.” Snake, wanting his bottom to enjoy this fuck, wraps his slightly calloused hand around John’s cock and strokes him. The rough sensation on his cock along with the cool earth on his back jars John. His eyes bolt open and his mouth opens in a wide O. He starts cumming on his defined body. Snake, feeling the ass muscles tighten on his cock, blows in John. The other couple are watching as Snake cums in John and John cums on himself. John and Snake are oblivious to them as the two men hold each other in their fuck post bliss.

(Sorry for the delay, I've had some writer's block and been super busy with other stuff). Enjoy. 6. Rinsing off for Round Two We all disentangled from each other in the small room and opened the door, feeling the cool air on our skin after the stifling heat of my room. We went to the showers and rinsed off while Adam knelt down in front of me and took my soft cock in his mouth. I relaxed and began to piss down my son’s throat when he looked at me and pulled his head off my cock. I stopped pissing and he quickly turned around and bent over, holding on to Ben’s waist so he didn’t slip and fall. Then Adam reached around behind him and guided my cock (his own Dad’s cock!) into his front hole from behind, then held still. I was absolutely rock hard again but was able to relax enough to start pissing into his hole. He stood there, not moving while I dumped a huge load of chem piss into my boy. Adam held onto Ben’s much larger frame. Ben held him tight while leaning down to kiss Adam’s face and ears and whisper dirty stuff in his ear. After a few seconds, Adam started to shake and moan as the slam piss hit him hard. He just kept repeating “oh fuck, oh fuck, Oh fuck.” Ben held onto him and whispered in his ear “it’s OK baby, you need more cock in your holes?” Adam was breathing heavily and just nodded and we turned off the shower and went back to my room. Pretty soon, Adam was in the sling and Ben was kneeling in front of his hole when I saw my piss oozing out of Adam’s front hole, mixed with cunt juice and cum. Ben drank it all down, greedily while Justin slid his cock back in Ben’s cummy hole, sighed, relaxed and in a second he was dumping his own load of slam piss in Ben’s furry jock butt. After a minute or so of eating cum and piss out of Adam’s front hole, Ben stopped, started moan and shake and shoved his tongue as far into Adam’s cunt as he could and held still while Justin continued to piss in his jock cunt. Ben was driven crazy by the smell and taste of Adam’s front hole and by Justin’s dumping a huge load of slam piss in his ass. After a minute or so, he tapped out. He pulled his face out of Adam’s hole and breathlessly said “hang on guys, I gotta lie down for a second.” Adam looked at him and said “you ok, baby?” Ben got a huge grin on his face and said “FUCK YEAH. I just ate your own Dad’s piss out of your hole! Of course I’m OK!” Then he slid off Justin’s huge cock, stood up and immediately laid down on the bed with his ass in the air. “I just gotta regroup and get my head to stop spinning,” he laughed. We all laughed along with him when, after a minute of laying on the bed he got up on his knees and shoved that perfectly furry, fat, jock butt into the air. He turned around and looked at Justin and I and said “OK, who’s next? My pussy is HUNGRY for Daddy cum.” Justin smiled and said “I’m next in that hole. Mike, you should be doing some dad/son bonding, don’t you think?” Adam and I looked at each other and smiled. “I think that sounds like an great idea, but I’d love to open the door so we can put on a show for the people, right boys?” They all agreed so I opened the door (the circulating air was a bonus). There were two men standing there, obviously they had been listening in. They both jumped back when I opened the door, but I just laughed and put them at ease. “Don’t worry guys, you wanna play? The room is big enough for two more if you wanna come in, watch and fuck the cumdumps. One of them has a bonus hole if you like that sorta thing.” The two guys just looked at each other and grinned, as if they’d hit the jackpot. Both of them were young and sexy, one short at about 5’6", one absurdly tall, clearly a foot taller than his friend. They were both furry and thick in all the right places. They came in the room and took off their towels, revealing beautiful cocks, both uncut and fat. The shorter one actually had the bigger cock (or maybe it just looked huge on his small frame). I left them to their own devices, while Justin continued to slide his beautiful black dick in and out of Ben’s furry white cunt. I could hear Ben moaning, begging Justin to fuck him harder, which he proceeded to do. “You want that big fat cock, jock boy? You need more cum in your cunt while your boyfriend gets bred by his dad?” Ben just moaned louder and said “yessssssss! Please! Rape my fucking hungry jock cunt, sir!” The new guys looked at each other again and the short one (once we came up for air, he said his name was Dave) looked at me and said “wait…what? You’re his DAD?” and pointed at Adam. I nodded, grinned and said “It was the best surprise I’ve had in months. I’ve already bred him and pissed in his front hole. I know you want to try it, don’t you? Ever fucked a front hole before?” He nodded no, grinned again, stood on the bed and offered his cock to me. I grabbed onto it and it got even harder and he moaned. I started to suck Dave’s cock while I maneuvered my own into my son’s hole. It was loose, gaping and dripping wet from the amazing mixture of lubrication, cum and piss. As soon as my cock slid into Adam’s body, he moaned. “FUCCCCCCCKKKKKK. Thank you Daddy. I need you inside me all the fucking time. Please don’t pull out until you cum in my cunt again, Daddy!” The tall guy (Tony) slid his fat cock into Ben’s whore mouth, and said “fuckkkkk this is so hot. We were wondering where all the fucking pigs were in this place. Apparently, the answer was…..your room!! I laughed and reminded him that all loads had to go into the three cunts of the two cumdumps. Tony just laughed at me and said “what if I wanna dump a load in Dad’s furry cunt? Then what?” I had my mouth full of Dave’s ridiculously thick cock, but I took a moment to say “well, son, you just have to ask. Dad’s a faggot, too. I fully expect both my son and I to get gang banged tonight. Besides, how could I turn down such an amazing fat cock from a sexy furry pig like you?” Tony grinned back at me and said “deal. I can cum a bunch of times in a row, it’s my superpower. You guys…..having…..extra fun?” He looked at me expectantly. I said “let me dump a load in my boy and we’ll help you blast off, if you want.” He smiled again and laughed and said “fucking hell, we’ve really hit the jackpot, Dave.” Dave laughed and said “less talking and more cocksucking, Fag Daddy.” I looked back at him and took his cock all the way down to the root while sliding my own cock into Adam’s cunt. He moaned and started back in with his gibberish, begging for cock and cum and more drugs. I had a feeling he was going to get all three before the end of the evening.

“I knew you’d be back sooner or later,” Sir said opening the door with a smile, “Though, I thought you’d actually take a little longer to come around. I’m impressed boy.” Mike had lay on his sticky sheets paralyzed by his own revelations for another hour. He’d told himself he should get up and shower the evidence of his wet dream away but found himself unable to move. It felt like someone else was guiding his hand when he’d picked up his phone. As if some subconscious decision had been made without his conscious mind being made aware. He immediately opened up the hookup app he told himself he was done with, pulled up Sir’s profile and messaged him. There was no big confession of his lust or anything like that. Just simple pleasantries and then Sir telling Mike to come over in an hour. Almost as if in a dream Mike had gotten dressed, not bothering to shower the dried cum off his body, and went back over to Sir’s house knowing that it meant he was going to get fucked raw again. Sir ushered the boy inside and looked him up and down. He looked a little rough, like he hadn’t been sleeping. He was cracking, Sir thought, he loved getting bred, it turned him on so much but he felt guilty about it in the post nut clarity. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating him up. He wanted it again. So now here he was, more nervous than he had been the first time because he knew what was coming and it scared him how much he wanted it. Sir smiled, this was perfect. He’d had a good feeling about Mike from the beginning of their first meeting. He was pliable, formable, with a natural lilt towards submission. If he pushed the boy just right he’d become one hell of a fag boy. “It’s ok that you’re nervous,” Sir said as he caught Mike around the waist. He pulled him close and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. Mike was stiff for a moment, but his resolve faltered and he melted into Sir’s embrace. That’s it boy, Sir thought, give yourself to me. “We’ll take it slow, we won’t do anything you don’t want. But… I’m guessing that since you’re back… you’re after something special.” Sir grinned at Mike. The boy looked sheepishly up at the older man and nodded. “Go on, it’s ok. Say what you want. Tell me what you need. Be a Good Boy.” There it was, the phrase that had been subconsciously ringing in Mike’s mind for days. Good Boy. He took a deep breath, looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I want you to breed me again.” “Good boy. You’ve been thinking about my cock since you left haven’t you?” “Yes… Yes Sir. I even…” Mike faltered, but Sir gave him an encouraging smile so he pressed on. “I even dreamed about it. Last night. I had a… I had a wet dream.” “What happened in your wet dream?” “You were fucking me. Over and over. You just kept going. You came inside me over and over again till…” “Till what?” “Till my hole was all loose and cum was dripping out of it.” “And that made you cum in your sleep?” “Yes Sir. The sheets were soaked and I was… I… well… I kinda didn’t think to take a shower. I just came right over, so I still have it all over me.” Mike looked down at the floor embarrassed. What had he been thinking! Sir put his hand under Mike’s chin and tilted his head back up to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed boy. Did it turn you on waking up covered in cum?” “Yes.” Mike said sheepishly. “It turned you on so much you didn’t want to clean it up did you. You didn’t forget. You wanted to be covered in cum.” Mike paused, Sir was right. He’d had every opportunity to clean himself up. He hadn’t wanted to. “Yes… uh… yes Sir.” “That’s right. You like being coved in cum. It’s a turn on. Embrace it. Don’t be embarrassed. Give into what turns you on.” “Yes Sir.” Sir took Mike’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. For a moment Sir considered taking him to the play room, but Mike wasn’t ready for that yet. No. This time he’d need hand holding. He had to relish in how good it felt to give into being a boy. He pulled Mike into another kiss, slipping his hands under the boy’s shirt. There was no resistance this time. Mike let Sir pull his shirt up and over his head, then returned to their kiss. Then Sir pushed undid Mikes pants and dropped them. Instinctively Mike kicked them off to the side. Gingerly Sir slid off the boy’s underpants so that he was completely naked while Sir was fully clothed. It was a power play, a subtle reinforcement of Mike’s place in their dynamic without pushing him too hard. Sir held Mike at arm’s length and grinned. The boy really was covered in dried cum. His thick treasure trail was matted down with it. “You weren’t kidding. That was a big load you blew in your sleep. Was that the only time you came since we last met?” Sir sat down on the edge of the bed leaving Mike standing naked in front of him. Mike felt exposed, but turned on all the same. He was slightly embarrassed to realize the exposure was making him hard. He swallowed, took a deep breath and answered Sir. “No… um… no I jerked off a lot. I jerked off right when I got home actually. I started… I started fingering myself. I could feel your load in me and I got so worked up I came.” “Any other times?” “Well… um… yesterday… your load kinda… um… it came out. I thought, well… anyway it was right before class and my underpants were soaked. I tried to clean it up but I just felt wet and slick all through class which… well… it turned me on. Then when I was almost home it happened again and I… I ended up jerking off with the underpants full of your cum on my face.” “Good Boy. Look down, look at your cock. You’re hard as a rock. It turned you on to tell me that didn’t it? Especially that last one.” “Um… well… Yes Sir. I guess there’s no denying that,” Mike laughed gesturing at his cock sticking straight out, the head already shiny with precum. “You’re learning that you have some piggy tendencies, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be proud of. Something that men will cherish about you. Don’t shy away from that.” Sir took his own pants off revealing an already straining jock. “Come over here boy. On your knees.” Mike rushed forward and got between Sir’s legs. “Go on, get my cock out. You’ve been dreaming of it. You came here for it even though you felt conflicted about that. Get it out and taste it.” Mike’s hands shook a little as he pulled the pouch of Sir’s jock to the side and freed his beast. It somehow looked even bigger than he’d remembered. Bigger and more beautiful. This was the cock that had bred him. The last time he’d sucked it, it has just been a cock he was enamored with. Now, now it was something special. Now it was the cock that had really taken his virginity. The cock that had flooded him with cum for the first time. The cock he dreamed about. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head. His eyes closed tight in reverence. “That’s it boy.” Sir cooed putting his hand on the back of Mike’s head and spreading his legs wide. “Worship that cock,” he said as if he’d read Mike’s mind. “I bred you with that cock. The last time you came to my house you were a safe only college boy but you left full of my spunk any way. And now you’re back for more. Show my cock how much you missed it. Show me how much you’ve been longing for my dick.” He leaned back and pulled his shirt off. Mike’s head was bobbing franticly. He smiled down at the boy, he was fucking desperate for it. It had only been three days and the boy was craving his cock. If he did this right Mike would graduate college a bonified cock slut. Mike lost himself in sucking Sir’s cock. He didn’t care that his jaw had started to hurt or that his eyes were watering from trying to gulp down as much of the thick shaft as he could. He just closed his eyes and drifted away. All of the guilt he’d felt melted away. With his mouth around the cock that had bred him he forgot all that and focused only on pleasuring the man in front of him. Sir moaned in appreciation. Mike really was an excellent cock sucker. He laced his fingers in Mike’s hair, occasionally holding the boy tight to his crotch. Mike would gulp and deep throat Sir’s cock for as long as he could before he gasped for breath, pulling back panting. “Good Boy. That’s it. Good Boy. Suck my cock down.”

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Asher was away at college on his eighteenth birthday. After Skyping with his parents and catching a bite to eat with his friends at the food hall, he was on his brand new sniffies account. There were tons of guys online, a lot who wanted to talk a big talk, but no one was willing to host for Asher, or they ghosted him… He sat rock hard snd a bit desperate in his dorm room when he got a message from an anonymous profile. He tapped the profile, there was no picture, but Breeder was listed on position. ‘hey nice ass.’ The anomouys guy messaged referencing Ashers profile pic.. ‘Thanks.’ Asher Messaged back. ‘ whats a breeer.’ ‘Come over and I will show you.’ The guy messaged sending some pictures, the guy was hot, and had a large cock. He was kind of older, which Asher thought was hot. Asher sent back a few more of him naked, and of his smaller cock. ‘come over and lets fuck.’ Asher agreed and headed over to the guys place. It was a small house on the older side of town. The guy greeted him and let him in. He was only wearing his robe. He let it slid to the floor. “Get on your knees, and lets see what you got.” The man ordered. This was not what he was excepting, but daddy was so much hotter in person, he got on his knees and put the mans, at least nine in cock in his mouth. Right at his eye level the man had a tattoo, one of the hazard symbols. “Take more in your mouth and suck harder.” The man ordered looking down at Asher pulling his head towards his pelvious. Asher almost gaged, but took as much as the mans cock, as he pulled into Asher mouth. Asher adjusted himself. “Don’t touch yourself.” The man barked. Despite, the man being, hostile, aggrisve, and very domintate, Asher was very turned on, by it all. The man finally let Asher’s hair go. Asher wipped the slobber away from his mouth. “Whats that tattoo mean?” Asher asked. Asher asked assuming it had meaning by it’s placement. “Pull your pants down.” The man ordered, asher did, and the man turned him around. The man put the head off his cock, against ashers hole and pushed in teasing him. Asher moaned out. The man slowly strocked asher until he was about ready to cum which really didn’t take long, then he squeezed ashers head hard, and stopped him from cumming. He did this five times, By the time the man was done, his hole was so teased, and he was so horny he wanted the man to slide into him, right now, no condom. Ahser was starting to figure out what a Breeder was. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The man asked, asher nodded his head. “good, the tattoo means that I have Hiv.” He said bending asher over his couch, sliding in him. Asher’s heart pounded, the man had hiv? He moaned as the man enterted him. “Don’t don’t cum in me.” Asher moand out half hearted ly, he was so horny that deep down, he’d probably let the man cum in him if he wasn’t careful. “Ok.” The man wishpered, sliding deeper into Asher’s tight virgin hole. The man slowly opened ashers hole, and contiunted to bring asher to the edge of cumming and ruining it, the man knew Asher was as good as pozzed, that almost caused the man to do it right then and there, but first to get consent, which wasn’t far away now. “Please sir let me cum.” Asher begged his hole body trembling under the man. “I think you know what it’s going to take for me to let you cum.” The man said coldy, Asher looked at him confused. “I want to cum in you.” The man smirked at asher. Asher gulped. “Ok as long as you let me cum.” Asher whined. The man slid out of asher, and moved him to the couch. He laid asher on his belly, and laid on top of him, sliding in him fast enough to make Asher cry out. “You’re a nasty, little cumdump arnt you.” The man said as he started to slam into asher. “Yes sir.” Asher said as his heart started to race again, the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever thought possible. He gladly moanded as the man slid in and out of him. “Do you want me to poz you?” The man grunted. “Yea poz me.” Asher moaned, not quite sure what that meant. The man slammed into Asher harder, and harder. “Ohh fuck here it comes you worthless whore.” The man slid in to asher and his dick started to throb. “Your going to cum in me!” Asher exclaimed as the pussling got harder, accomaned by wet feeling in his ass. He moaned out, with each pump of the cock. Ashers cock was trobbing now, realzing that Pozzing meant to give him Hiv. “Ohh fuck your giving me hiv.” Aher moaned as he started to cum all over the mans couch, his little cock tobbing against his torsoe. “Such a good little worttles whore you are.” The man said as he started to fuck asher again. The man grunted fucking his cum in and out of Asher’s fertile hole. “Oh I bet your so fertile.” The man grunted. “Fertile?” Asher asked, his heart pounding again, his cock getting hard again at the use of a term that could only apply to a woman. “As in I ripped you open, and now, I’m fucking my toxic Viral load into hard. The man grunted as he fucked another load into the newly pozzed bottom. He slid out, took the boys number, texted him, and sent him on his way. Texting his poz friends, getting them ready to breed a new ass.

Asher sat in his last class of the day, horny again, unable to get the moment the guy from last night came inside him. He craved the Warm wet throbbing feeling of the man cumiing inside him. Even the fact that the guy had pozzed him. Made Asher throb. ‘You horny?”’ the man messaged just about as class was getting out. “Of course lol.” Asher texted back. ‘My place now!” There was a pause. “I have a surprise for you.” Asher was excited and was at the mans house in less than twenty minutes. “That’s not bad boy.” The man said by way of greeting. “Thank you, sir.:” Asher smiled as he walked in. Asher started to strip. “Not yet boy, and call me daddy.” He stopped asher. Asher hesitated only slightly as he got in the man’s car, but the man quietly took Asher to a ran down part of town. “This is a bath house.” The man said. “You belong in a place like this.” Asher was a bit confused there were places you could go to take a bath? Like in ancient rome? As the man paid for them to get in, asher soon realized this was nothing like a bath house from rome… this was a place for public sex. Asher stripped down when ordered and put his clothes in a locker, he covered him self. “Some guys like smaller dudes, espically the guys your gonna meet.” Daddy smirked at a now bright red asher. Asher had never felt so embarred, he was naked around other men, not only that they were staring at him like he was a piece of meat; He followed daddy, to a little room with miorrs on the wall with to guys fucking. Asher just watched as the two men grunted and groaned. Asher even subconcionsuly started to play with himself, until he noticed a smirk from daddy. The top grunted, and the pair left. Daddy put asher on his knees and elbows. Asher watched in the mirror as he was mounted like a bitch. He grunted, as daddy slid into him kinda hard. “Ohh daddy.” Asher moaned. Daddy chuckled. “Take My poz Dick, you little poz bitch.” Daddy grunted loudly enough for most people to hear him. “Daddy.” Asher moaned sounding extra helpless hoping daddy would stop, and not notice how embarrsed he was. Daddy pulled Ashers head back. “You’re a poz whore now, get used to how I treat you, you derserve no better.” He whispered in Ashers ear. Asher held his head down, as daddy fucked, his poz ass. Daddy was right he was too ‘toxic’ for most neg guys now, even on meds. If toxic meant what he thought he did. He moaned out involuntarily as daddy pushed in deep and hard, hitting a spot in him he could only call special. Why did being a whore feel so good? “I am a whore daddy!” Asher shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, still unable to raise his head in shame. What would his parents think? “No you’re a worthless whore!” Daddy corrected by pulling ashers head back. Asher hung his head as soon as daddy let his hair go. “Im a worthless wore!”Asher shouted. “Whoes worlthes whore, are you?: daddy askes. “Yours!” Asher answered back. Soon all asher could do was moan, as daddy really let his ass have hit. He was going to get an as full of hiv, of poz cum. He watched dads legs as the pushed addys pelvis in and out of asher. Dady grunted and panted and slammed in hard, and gave asher that warm wet, and pusleating feeling he so craved. Asher moaned out, his cock trobbed, and shot a rope of cum in his face, and he let the rest hit is worthless wore face. Daddy slid out, and to Ashers horror another man mounted him. Asher raised his head, but the man slid inside him before he could object. Asher moaned out, the man grabbed ashered shoulder and pulled him back, forcing his head up. Asher looked around and the line of guys who wanted to beinside of him, his cock got hard again. The kind of chubby stranger sped up, like dady did when he was going to cum. He smalled in and out of asher grunting, hold asher down, which made ashers cock throb. “That’s two poz loads for you bitch.” The man said sliding out. Six more men, bread sher, some more than once, daddy three times. All of them poz. Daddy put a larg butt plug up ashers leaky ass, and the two went back to Daddies house. It was late, and Asher knew he wasny going to make it to class. But that is what Daddy wanted. Daddy had found his young house boy, and pozzed him, the last thing he wanted for asher was to learn independent thinking.

Went to bears day at a local sauna yesterday. Lubed my hole up and put myself ass up in there and just let guys go to town. I got well used! I lost count of the amount of cock and cum I had up me. Some guys have messaged me since to say they loved using my arse. I had no idea they had!

I have a "cardinal" rule .... I always take a 'sniff-test' first - before anything else. A poorly/un-prepped Hole turns me off instantly. To the OP though, if all I smell is Sperm off previous Cocks, I start feasting before anything else. These are the unseen men I have the opportunity to "connect" with - and that's a huge turn-on for me.

I’ve hired escorts, some of whom are porn actors. And I’ve hooked (years ago) with Kieran, Jesse Karson, and Ryan Patrick. But none JFF or OF.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

(part 1- maybe?)I want to share with you what happened with me the first time I went to a bath house. It was a long time ago, I was 20 and I decided to go to the bathhouse in Columbus. When I arrived, I spoke with the guy at the front desk who suggested that I just get a locker instead of a room so that I would have to walk around instead of just being stuck in a room. I took his advice. While getting dressed at the lockers I was approached by a black man who was about 35. We talked while I was getting undressed. He asked me if I wanted to come to his room. I smiled and said this was my first time at a bath house and I wanted to explore. He gave me his room number and said he hoped he would see me later. I spent about 30 minutes walking around and decided to visit my new friend. I went to his room and his door was open. He was jacking off and was showing off his 9 inch cut cock. I told him I was done exploring and he invited me in. He told me to keep the door open. I started to suck his cock. I apologized for giving such bad head, however this was the biggest cock I had ever played with. (Up until then, I have been sucking and getting fucked my guys my age and we all tended to have the same 6 to 7 inch cocks. ) He asked me if that went for getting fucked as well and I said yes. He immediately stood up and told me he was going to be the first black man to fuck my ass. I laughed and told him he better do a good job and not ruin it for other black men in my future. He said he would make it so that I would crave a nice black cock. He flipped me on my stomach and started working my hole. He rimmed. he licked, he sucked. He told me that it was important when taking big cock to make sure that I was relaxed and loose enough to enjoy it. And that was what he was doing now was getting me ready. At one point he started to finger fuck me. At one point he had both index fingers in my hole and was spreading me open to get ready. After spending some more in my hole, he flipped me on my back and placed a pillow under my hips. The room door was still open. And I noticed the people would stop and watch then move on. He was on his knees and told me to watch as he put his cock into my hole. I watched his face and then his cock. I was watching his face, he was smiling, when I felt is cock hair and balls push against my hole. He smiled and said, " not so bad is it?". "Not bad at all' I said.It was definitely not bad. He fucked me for about 35 minutes. We had an audience come and go during this time. At one point he told me he was going to come and I told him to come in my ass. He told me that there was never any doubt that that's where his load was going to go. He blew his load into me and then collapsed on me. It was definitely very hot. We remain that way for a few minutes when he got up and told me he was going to take a shower. He told me that I had a good ass to fuck and that I should be proud that I could take bigger cocks. He told me that I also needed to learn that in the bath house after a bottom got fucked it was customary that the bottom would just leave the top alone and let the top recover. And so I left. There's more to this story. If you want to know more, let me know. Thanks for reading.

I don't have any insticts, I just love fucking a cummy hole. I love it when pull out my cock and it's smeared with cum from multiple men. I cum into the second hole with my 8" × 5.5" cock so I presume I'm pounding previous cumloads from other men aswell. However it's hornier and piggier when the bottom is farting cum out of his hole. I pull out my cock and replace it with my tongue

My thick cock has a very pronounced helmet head. I was told, years ago, that evolution made it that way so if it fucked a hole with cum in it, it pulled the existing cum out--so that my cum had more of a chance to be the cum to impregnate. Of course, in my case, I love to churn it out -- and push it right back in with my tongue to keep the hole as slick as possible.

There's some kind of issue afoot, and you don't seem to know what it is. What that issue happens to be is ancillary to the problem however. 1. It's unfair of your other half to simply halt sex - whether alone together or with other guys included. 2. Since you and he used to have sex with each other and other guys, I doubt the problem lies with merely having 'outside' sex. There's something else afoot in the relationship, and he can't (or won't) share whatever it is with you. That's a deeper problem, and we have no idea what that might be, but you definitely need to get him to confide in you. I doubt it's a "sex" thing - sounds more like withholding sex is a punishment for something else. From what you've offered, it does seem unfair to be treated like this. 3. If you're absolutely certain he's not having sex / had sex for around 6 months, I'd suggest a counselor of some sort, that's trained to sniff out the root cause of issues like this. It's something that needs to be dealt with, and I'm sending you my best wishes to get it figured out - one way or another.

Interesting! While not exclusively a top, by any means, I do admit that my first thought is to eat the cum out of the freshly fucked hole (which always makes me hard as a rock). Then I add my own to the mix. Had never thought about it as replacing the load with my own, but in essence, that's what I'm doing. A cummy hole just feels incredible to me, so I'll usually leave my load in one.

You say you are very much in love, so I think being honest will serve you well. Communicate that your preference is to make love to him, but if he doesn’t have the drive for that right now, you understand, but you are still seeking sexual satisfaction. Let him know that you’d like to negotiate sex out of the relationship, and let him know that it will only be sex, you aren’t seeking any other type of relationship with somebody. Set the parameters, and check in with other frequently. We don’t have to follow some puritanical idea of what a relationship should be, that very few American couples achieve, even str8 ones.

Yes. I hooked up with a guy named Neil in Melbourne at Club 80. After many hours, he invited me home to play with his BF …. THE Kieran. Oh yes, I jumped on and impaled myself. But then I fucked him, too.

Hello, I remember getting blown and cumming six times on that first visit!!!!😊😊….. …It was Memorial Day weekend in 1992 at what was then The Spa at Maitland (now Steamworks) in Toronto. I had gone there with a friend. What makes it special too is it was during what I consider my “discovery” phase of being out, as I had not been out long; and at that point had not even been fucked (That would occur a few months later 😊). At that time I had had fun in adult bookstores and with guys I had met at bars. But having the seemingly limitless possibilities at the bath house on that Saturday afternoon was an eye-opening experience: it gave a taste of the primal, uninhibited and hedonistic encounters that could occur in my newly discovered gay world!!!! Ahhh, the memories! chiilfuck

I was out of commission with a nasty head cold and missed 2 weekends, so was desperately horny this weekend. I headed to Steam and found a big crowd, but very little fucking as usual, I was lucky enough to fuck 3 guys and get fucked by 3 guys, gave a load and received a load in the 4.5 hours I was there. Could have easily kept going if there has been more fucking happening. Woke up to a nice cum fart this morning.

Eating my own cum is how I discovered that I could suck my own cock when I was 13. Every time I scooped it up off my tummy and chest to taste it I chickened out. I had to give myself no choice by positioning ass up and throwing my legs back so my cock was directly above my open mouth. I was amazed that I was able to get a third of my 7" cock in my mouth. My warm cum tasted so good shooting directly in my mouth. It tastes so much better that way. Cum that's scooped up afterwards doesn't taste as good but great for scooping up and using it as lube to finger fuck your hole. When my tops kiss me with my cum in their mouths I can also taste my ass from when they were rimming me and their cum if they had just felched me and my sweat if they licked my cum off my body and it's hot af

Broke a pretty long dry spell this weekend when a guy over 30 years my senior hit me up on Silver Daddies. Just because there's a little snow on the roof doesn't mean there isn't a fire in the hearth. Mid 70s, black, balding, what hair he had left was white & so was his mustache. About 5'10", stocky but you could tell he was fit in his younger days. Said he had been a top his whole life until he lost the ability to get completely hard a few years back but his doc had cleared him to get a prescription for that injectable ED treatment and was eager to get back into it. Started off sucking him and enjoying having my face in his crotch, he had a huge pair of balls and his musk was intoxicating. When he started to get hard he told me to get comfortable on the bed while he excused himself to the bathroom to get himself ready. A few minutes later he joined me in the bed, I kept sucking him as he got harder until he was at full attention. He fucked me on my back at first, then I got face down on the bed for a while. Then we changed positions again, standing next to the bed with me bent over and him behind me. That last position was when he finally finished and bred me. Said it was the first load he'd shot in years and I believed it. I tried to hold it in me but a lot leaked out on the way home. Hoping to see him again next weekend.

(part 2) sorry guys. This is my first multi-post story so I don't know if I'm doing it correctly. So after the guy in part 1, his name was Tony, tossed me out of his room after breeding me my first time at the baths, I started walking around and ended up in a room with several videos playing porn. There were platforms for sitting and I sat down. I took my towel off and was hoping that somebody would start to suck my cock. I was lucky that some guy, a few years older than me, got on his knees and started to suck my cock. He was licking just below my balls when he asked me if I had just been fucked. When I said that I had just left someone's room, he stated " I thought I tasted something ". He then told me he was going to take advantage of adding another load in my hole. I was still focused on wanting a blowjob. However I don't think he really cared as he lifted up my legs for a better access to my hole. His cock was about 6 in. Which was about the size of the cock that I had been used to taking before Tony ( in part 1) fucked meet with his 8 in cock. This second guy shoved his cock in my ass and started pounding my ass. Damn ... I just remember the squishing noise it made as he creampied my ass. He knew how to fuck. He was also sucking my tits and kissing me. Again, and audience was watching. This guy breeding my hole then blew a second load in me. He pulled out and left. At that point I learned an important lesson about being fucked by anonymous tops. They want to use you they do not want to cuddle with you. Anyway I'm sitting there was still watching porn when one of the audience members came up to me and offered me a blow job. I took him up on the offer. It was one of the hottest blow jobs I have ever had. Not only was he working on my cock he was fingering and licking the cum out of my hole. That was when I learned about feltching. Anyway, I ended up blowing my load in his mouth. I remember it being an incredible release. I then got up with one goal in mind. I wanted to see if Tony was still at the baths before I left. I went back to his room and lucky for me he was. I'll make that part 3 and the final part of this story. Thanks for reading don't forget to share your first experiences at the baths as well .

So hot! I love how they had everything planned out ahead of time. It even feels like maybe Steve didn’t know what they were planning which for some reason is extra devious and super hot to me. Like the three roommates set this up for their enjoyment. Or maybe they will be streaming it live for others to enjoy watching the straight married monogamous daddy get spun out of his mind and fucked senseless before he has to go home to the wife and kids. Can’t wait for more!

I was on my own. I went in and got my locker and my towel. I toured the play areas and was amazed at the level of hot, raw sex that I saw. I stopped in one guys rooms and I jerked and sucked him off until he finished down my throat. I then moved to the dark room where there was an older guy in the sling. People were taking their turns using his cummy hole. I stepped up for my turn and his asshole was so hot and wet. It didn’t take me long before I added my load to the others. I went in the sauna area and watched two guys fuck on the bench. That was amazing! To finish off my evening, I decided to get on a fuck bench and wait for a guy to come along and use my asshole. In a few minutes I was not disappointed. A sexy black man stepped up asked me if I wanted his load. I was timid because he was packing. I lubed myself really well and then let him have me. He kept telling me my asshole was so tight and he would spank my ass as he fucked me. After about ten minutes of deep fucking, he gave me my reward; hot, creamy, thick! I showered and changed and left for home. That was many years ago, but every time I go its just as amazing.

I was in my teens and went on my own. They gave me 2 towels, a small one to wipe away sweat or clean up any mess and a larger one where I had an option to wear around my waist o not and I chose not to. I spent 5 minutes perusing part of the Bathhouse then decided to go in the spa pool . There was only one man in the pool then a minute later there there were 5 other men in the pool touching and stroking me. I was loving it but totally unsure of what I was supposed to do so I hopped out and walked Into a dark hallway which I layer learnt is a maze. All 5 of them followed me into the maze and fucked me. It's what I wanted but it was the darkness of the maze that allowed my imagination to fulfil my desire. As I left the maze a naked man with an enormous flaccid cock said to me that he saw me walk into the maze and has been waiting for me to exit because he wants to fuck me 1on1 in a private booth. He was so handsome and had the biggest cock that I'd ever had and I wanted him to fuck me more than anything else I ever wanted and took his cock with ease. We were bf's for a bit after that

The bear grunted as he unloaded into Mike’s gaping hole. They both let out a satisfied sigh. The bear slowly withdrew his softening cock and Mike let out a little grunt. He felt empty without a cock or a plug in him. He’d become use to being filled all the time, and he’d started to crave it. Sir smiled at his boy. Pushing himself away from the wall intending to free Mike from the sling but stopped when a couple walked into the room, looked at Mike and nodded to each other. They both dropped their towels off to the side and walked naked over to Mike. One slid his already hard cock into Mike’s exposed hole, and the other slapped his dick against Mike’s mouth. Dutifully the boy turned his head and opened his mouth. He swallowed the man’s cock and sucked on it hungrily. How this boy has changed, thought Sir. He came to me a cute innocent horny college jock and now he’s a desperate cock slut. It wasn’t just his mind Sir had changed. Little by little Sir had changed Mike’s appearance. First it had been little things. A shorter haircut. Then a thin chain with a discreate lock on it. Then a buzz cut a week later. A few days after that it had been a much thicker more obvious chain and lock. It had been Mike’s idea to pierce his nipples, he said he’d seen a guy at the gym with thick barbells through his nipples and thought it was hot. The next day they’d gone to a tattoo shop and got both his nipples pierced. A few days after that Sir had locked Mike’s cock away in a tight black cage saying, “You never jerk off now anyway, and you look like such a hot little slut with your cock locked up.” Mike had agreed and accepted the cage happily. Now todays addition a temporary tattoo, at least temporary for now, right above Mike’s crotch that said in big block letters: SLUT. The man fucking Mike gave a grunt and unloaded his balls deep inside the boy. He paused catching his breath and pulled out. As the second man switched from Mike’s mouth to his hole his mind drifted back to the first time Sir had fucked him and how his whole world had changed in an instance. Mike gasped. The previous times he’d been fucked hadn’t been anything like this. His hole stretched open, greedily swallowing Sir’s thick shaft. He felt electric as Sir’s head pressed deeper and deeper inside his body. He was shaking, sweat covered his body. “Open your eyes boy. Look at me while I fuck you.” Mike hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes he was so overwhelmed by Sir’s raw cock. He blinked them open, looking up into Sir’s handsome face. Sir grinned wickedly. “That feels good doesn’t it boy? My raw cock sliding into your tight hole. Fuck yes. Your sweet hole feels so good wrapped around my shaft.” “Holy shit Sir!” Mike panted. “It’s so good. You’re so big! So fucking thick! Holy fuck! I’ve… I’ve never felt anything like it. Oh my God!” “Yeah. That’s it boy. Give into that. Give your hole over to me. Open it up. Deep breath and then let it all out. Let me get really deep in your guts.” Mike took a deep breath and tried to relax more as he let all the air out of his lungs. Something within him started to give, like his hole was opening up all over again. Except this time the feeling came from inside his guts. There was moment of tension, just bordering on painful and then bliss. Mike could see Sir sink into him. His hips pushing forward to meet Mike’s furry cheeks. Sir let out a long sigh. He gripped Mike’s thighs and pulled them together. The last inch of his cock finally forced into Mike’s hole. “That’s it. Good boy. Fuck. Such a good boy. Giving me your hole like that. Such a good fucking boy. Do you feel that? I’m past your second hole. No one’s ever been this deep in you have they?” “No Sir! Oh my God!” “No… no they haven’t. That’s because you haven’t had a real man’s cock before.” He leaned over Mike’s body. He pushed forward, spreading Mike’s legs wide, and kissed him hard. Mike opened his mouth for Sir’s invading tongue. “All it took was a real cock to open you your second hole. A real raw cock and your holes gaping wide for it. Your hole loves raw cock. I can tell. I can feel it pulsing around my dick.” “Fuck! It feels so good. I can’t… I can’t believe it. Fuck! I’ve never felt anything like it. It just feels so… so… so…” “Perfect?” “Yes!” “That’s because this is how men were meant to fuck. Condoms just get in the way of that. Raw is law boy, and Good Boys know that. You want to be a Good Boy… don’t you?” The way Sir emphasized “Good Boy” Mike knew this was something special. This was more than just being praised. This was something to aspire to. A role he suddenly longed to take on. It didn’t just want to please this man, he wanted to be Sir’s Good Boy. “Yes Sir! I want to be a Good Boy.” Mike said, his eyes locked on Sir’s. “Good Boy’s don’t make men pull out. Good Boy’s take their Sir’s loads. Are you going to take my load boy?” “Yes Sir!” “You want me to breed you boy? You don’t just want this cock raw you want my cum inside you? You want me to fill you up with my hot spunk?” “Yes Sir! I want to be your Good Boy! I want it.” “Say it!” “I want you to breed me Sir!” “That’s it… give yourself to me! I’ll make you into a Good Boy in the end!” Sir planted another rough kiss on Mike’s lips and reared back. He grabbed the boy by the thighs and hammered his cock home. He bucked back with each stroke till his cock head was just inside Mike’s quickly slackening hole. Then he’d slam it in so that he burst through Mike’s second hole over and over. Mike was in heaven. None of his previous sexual encounters had been anything like this. It was something he imagined only happened in porn. He almost didn’t believe this was real like, but the waves of pleasure crashing though his body told him otherwise. Sir gabbed Mike’s legs roughly and in one clean moment flipped them both so that Sir was now laying on his back and Mike was sitting on him impaled on his cock. Mike’s whole body was shaking, the move and somehow forced even more of Sir inside of him and he couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Ride me boy, show me how much you love this cock.” Mike did as he was told. He pulled himself up off Sir’s dick, gasping and shaking, and then plunged back down again. Over and over he dropped himself down Sir’s shaft. Each time Sir’s cock head bashed against Mike’s prostate a thick bead of precum leaked out of his totally forgotten semi hard cock. Mike’s eyes were closed now, his hands running over his own body in sexual ecstasy. He felt so good. He felt hot. He felt sexy. He felt… slutty. That last though really got him. He felt slutty and he liked it. “It feels good doesn’t it boy. You like riding my dick.” Sir said, neither sentence a question but rather a statement. He knew how his new boy was feeling. “It’s amazing Sir. Truly.” Mike said slamming himself down and looking down at Sir. He had a big sloppy grin on his face. I’ve got him, Sir thought to himself. “I’ve never felt like this. Holy shit.” Mike bounced a few more times on Sir’s cock. “Holy fuck. Just… fuck… you’re so big and so deep. Oh my God. I love it. It feels so good to be stretched around your fucking dick.” “That’s right boy… but that’s not all is it?” “I feel hot! I feel sexy! I feel like a fucking slut! You’re in me raw.” Mike bounced harder, his hands planed firmly on Sir’s furry chest, fingers flicking across his nipples. “I’ve got a raw cock in me. Its… its… just not something that people do… or… I was told you’re not supposed to do… or want… but fuck it feels so good, and wrong… and that’s fucking hot… fuck! It makes me feel like a slut and… and I like it! I like feeling slutty!” “Good boy. That’s my Good Boy.” Sir cooed. He shifted his weight and knocked them both sideways again. He pressed Mike’s legs up into his chest and drove his cock down hard. Mike moaned. “You think you feel like a slut now…” Sir said ramping up speed, “Just wait till you’re full of my cum. I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy. You’re going to feel me inside you for days. I’m going to show you what being a slut really feels like.” “Please Sir! Please! Give it to me! Breed me! Make me a slut! Give it to me raw! I want to feel it! I want to feel your load inside me! Please!” “Good Boy! Good fucking boy! Beg me for my load!” “Breed me! I’ve never wanted anything this much in my whole life! Please! Please Sir! Breed my hole!” “Yeah! Take my seed boy!” Sir roared and slammed his cock balls deep into Mike’s quivering ass. He groaned as his balls tightened up and then launched their contents into Mike’s virgin guts. They both moaned. Mike could feel it. He couldn’t believe it but he could. He could feel Sir’s cock throbbing, he felt the warmth of his load spreading through his hole. It was heaven. He whimpered and begged, “Yes, please! Give it to me.” His own cock, still only half hard quivered and spilled a big load all over his treasure trail. Pump after pump of hot cum was shot into him till Sir’s breathing finally started to slow down again and his cock stopped throbbing. Slowly Sir pulled his cock from Mike’s hole. “How does it feel to have your first load inside you?” “I… I don’t know,” Mike said. With his own load now spilled he felt exposed and overwhelmed. The post orgasm clarity crept in telling him that what he’d done was wrong… but also it had felt good. It had felt more than good. It had felt amazing. It still felt amazing. Laying there, looking up at the big brute of a man who had just given him his first raw fuck he felt hot and sexy in a way he’d never felt after one of his college hook ups. Still, he felt nervous too, unable to voice his inner desires with the same freedom he had while riding Sir’s cock. “It’s ok. It can be a little overwhelming the first time. You’ll come around. Good Boys like you… they need to be fucked raw. They crave it. Its addicting to them. Its ok they boy.” He lent forward and gave Mike a soft kiss. “It’s ok that you’re overwhelmed.” Sir got up and tossed Mike a towel. “Clean yourself up a little bit, go home, think about how much you enjoyed my big fat cock fucking you raw. When you’re ready for another load, you know where to find me.”

I also love to eat other’s cum out of the hole, but I always let there some rest. On my side, there’s no competition, a cummy hole just makes me hornier. However, I am far from being alpha as I am a fully versatile, even though according to my - mostly heterosexual- environment I behave like a straight alpha 😂😂😂😂 Obviously they don’t see me with too cocks in my hole and a third one in my mouth. Returning to the original question, I believe that ancient instincts work in us independently of our sexual orientation. On the other hand, I tend to think that the majority of the tops just simply enjoy pushing their dicks into a cummy hole. All in all, it’s an interesting idea.

@PrisonbaiT hi - you should not feel ashamed by that hookup if he did not pre disclose his “fetish” as you did nothing wrong A) it was sleazy of him to film it if you did not agree to being filmed b) and really not good that he filmed you with out your consent with that stuff in the background All of that is on him …. Not you and I am sorry… I don’t buy the Nazi (or confederate) stuff as “just a fetish” a LOT of people died in both those wars trying to defeat those ideologies (and a lot of our people were killed by the Nazis) so again…. Don’t feel ashamed…. You can be pissed off as hell because you have to keep explaining to guys that you didn’t know about that stuff …. But don’t feel ashamed

(part 3 and conclusion) So I found Tony in his room with of course the door open. He was sitting on his bed naked with another man who also happened to be black. His name was Ben. Ben looked at Tony and said, " is this the guy? " 'yep" said Tony."are you back for seconds?" I looked at both of them and said "actually thirds and fourths - I just took another load a few minutes ago." Tony commented "well you're certainly getting the hang of this place. Get up here on all fours so that we can give you what you need." I got on all fours, I made sure that my face was facing the open door. Tony's friend Ben got behind me and with no hesitation pushed his 8 inch cut cock in my hole balls deep. "Yeah, I can feel the loads in him now." Ben banged me for about 30 minutes relentlessly. He looked at Ben and told him he was getting ready to shoot his load. He pumped me for another few minutes and pulled his now cum covered cock out of my hole. Tony said "nice" and then shoved in. More wonderful squishing sounds and I could feel the thick loads creaming my hole and Tony's cock. More relentless fucking then I got my 4th load of the night. Not bad for my first trip to the baths I thought. Both Ben and Tony got up to shower then leave. Again, I was on my own. I went to the gloryhole section and got my second blowjob for the night. My ass was dripping four loads as I hit the showers to get ready to leave. I was too tired to play anymore. It was a good night and set the stage for me and how I would visit the baths in the future. Thanks for reading my story. It was fun remembering that hot night. I miss being that young slut and I miss having the 32-in waist I had when I was taking those four loads 😀.

And ginger cum in your belly 😋

I don't care about colour. I prefer uncut to cut, but again if it's a nice cock I don't really care.

Color makes no difference, hard is all that matters.

I'm still here over 8 years after making this post but my "HATE" of being poz is growing more towards "FEAR". I have many friends who have been on these HIV meds for decades now (including me), and they are developing extremely rare diseases. Besides the one friend I also posted about whose meds stopped working and he died painfully from Hodgkin's Lymphoma, another friend has a disease where the muscles in his eyes no longer works and his joints cause pain. Less than two years after my post in 2014 my own husband developed an extremely rare lymphatic disorder that has a higher incidence in men with well-controlled HIV. He's been in and out of the hospital with this disease. There is no cure or recommended treatments; he is in a study that uses treatments for other diseases. They mostly work. I almost lost him a few weeks ago when the disease raged again worse than ever before. Watching him be confused and suffer everyday for weeks before a new treatment is tried is heartbreaking and devastating. He's home but will be trying this new treatment for the next several months to see if it will help. As for me, I used to look so much younger than my age. I now look older than my older husband who is sick. My hips and back are collapsing earlier than my age indicates. I remember our doctor telling us when we started the medication that HIV will not kill us; but we don't know what these drugs are going to do years from now. Well, here we are.

Easily a couple thousand, likely more. Internet says average load is around 5 ml, so that's roughly 10 liters of cum swallowed? Not bad

Would love to be pumped like that 😵

I love being in the slingroom and laying there watching porn and having guys do me like in the film 😉

I sat on the bench with the old man and reached for his cock. It was firm and greasy to the touch. He grunted and pushed my head forward and down until the mushroom head slid between my lips. The tip was wet and salty and the shaft was slippery and hot. From the corner of my eye I saw the guy shove his cock hard up my friend's arse and cry out as he came in him. I came up for air as he got off the supine body, a drool of sperm leaking from his puffy hole. The man got up and left without a word. Simon - I remembered his name now - came and sat the other side of me. His long thin cock was half hard against his thigh as he reached for my erection and began to rub it gently in his fist. "'ain't seen you in a while, " He said ."Ian isn't it?" I nodded as his friend David nuzzled my face, turning my head and planting his lips on mine. His tongue explored my mouth and I began to squirm with excitement. "You poz yet?" Whispered Simon in my ear. I escaped David's kiss and shook my head as the breath caught in my chest with excitement. "David is poz like me. Did you like sucking his poz cock?"" Simon's hand reached under my balls and his finger probed the wetness in my arsehole. "Hmmm. Seems like you have been a naughty boy already though!" This was getting heavy. I knew the risks of fucking with strangers in this place, but here I was playing with two men I actually knew were poz. The sensation was on another level - excitement mixed with fear. Wanting to walk away and be sensible and wanting to give into them and to the darkness in my mind. I was panting with emotion. He took my hand and put it on his thickening cock. "I remember our little chat last time. You wouldn't play, but I could see it turned you on. The thought of getting pregnant with my cum, eh?" I should go. I thought. I really should. But I didn't move. David produced some poppers. The small space filled with aroma when he took off the cap. He sniffed it, then offered me the bottle. I hesitated, then took a sniff. "Oh, wow!" I said as the poppers swept through me and I felt the liquid lust in my veins and my control going.....

Honestly, I love cum everywhere. Live having it deep in my ass or tasting in my mouth and savoring it, swishing it around with my tongue. But I also love playing with it. A guy can cum in my face or in my hair. Anywhere on me. Cum on my hole and I'll finger it in. On my chest and I'll play with it. Rub it around. Maybe jerk off with it. Lick it off my hand. He can cum on himself and I'll play with it, too. If there's more than one other guy, I love to play with multiple loads at once and mix them together. I guess I have a big cum fetish! A guy can even cum on the floor and make me lick it up, but that's another scene entirely.

Part 4: Open and Ready Guy number 2 was military, white, nice muscular body, decent looking cock. Not huge but nice. Again, no face pic. He had been messaging me since 8:30 to see if he could come early. Her lived just a few blocks from the motel and i was an easy hole for him. He said he had been really horny all day, thinking about my ass. I let him know I was ready for him to use and that I already had one load. 5 minutes later, I heard the door creak open and a quiet, “fuuuuck.” He undressed really fast and was on me in a flash, playing with the plug, turning it counterclockwise, like he was trying to unscrew it or wind me up. Finally, he gave it an unceremonious yank. It hurt as I felt and heard that pop. I guess I wasn’t sloppy, yet and I kinda enjoyed the startling pain. He didn’t give me any time to think about that as he shoved his dick all the way in. He was really horny and wasn’t worried about being rough. I am pretty sure he was one of those straight guys who doesn’t just get off on fucking a guy, but needs to dominate. He jackhammered my ass with no words and no mercy. He fucked hard and fast, and only lasted about 5 minutes before I felt him throbbing and unloading inside me. I could tell I was just I thing for him and it got me really turned on! I reached back and gave him the marker. He said the only words he uttered the whole time, “What? Oh!” and drew his hash mark next to the first. I caught a quick look at him from the back and he was really hot from that angle. Still no face. He was dresses and out the door as fast he came in. I put the plug back in myself, realizing that I was going to be in charge of that after most guys. I enjoyed the knowledge that 2 guys’ sprem were meeting deep in my ass. I was really hoping that I would get a steady stream of fucks just like that. Fast, furious, and leaving me loaded. "Quantity" was my theme for the night.

Part 2: The Trip Down and Invitees/ Hightened Anticipation The next morning I headed to the train for the long ride, very excited for my 9pm start time that night. You know that anticipation of being a cumdump slut. I was already feeling and horny enough that I would have sucked off any guy on that Amtrak. I knew that it was unlikely, so I concentrated on Sniffies in travel mode. As you probably know, you need to have a couple of attendees before your group shows up on a map, so I very actively started inviting guys. One hot, big-dicked latin stud wanted to be first to open me up. He promised to give me a good slow fucking first and feel my ass with no loads, then come back towards the end to fuck me hard and churn up all that cum. Obviously I said yes. The though had me hard the whole train ride. It wasn’t long before I got enough interested in using my hole that my listing turned public. From then on, I spent most of the train ride chatting with tops who wanted to join in and fuck me. I was thrilled at how many guys wanted to fuck my sloppy, cum-filled ass and love that I was going to be plugged in between loads. By the time I got in I had 30 RSVPs, many of whom were very eager to come early. I approved almost every single man who asked, since I said no loads refused. The plan was to be face down and ass up, so it really didn’t matter who fucked me. I did turn away a few who seemed REALLY suspect and few other bottoms. I didn’t want anyone else taking loads. A few guys asked to be first but I already promised that first one who asked.

Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.

Chapter 2 – We Get Into It Chapter 1 recounts my meeting and first date with Jeff. We caught each other’s eye at a party, and he came over for dinner the following weekend. We’re now in my bedroom, stripped down to our jockstraps and getting ready for some more fun. Jeff chuckled when he saw the toys and lube. He pulled out one of the larger toys, the lube, and two bottles of poppers. While he lubed up the toy, I kept sucking his cock, occasionally moving down to lick that sweet area between his balls and his hole. If I was reading the signals, I’d get to his hole soon enough. His hair held some great aromas, and I enjoyed sniffing and licking around his cock and balls. He seemed to be a heavy precummer, so I had a steady stream of sweet fluid to swallow. “Get on your back, legs in the air,” he commanded in his deep, sexy voice. I moved to the edge of the bed and assumed the position. He knelt on the floor in front of my ass and spent some time kneading my cheeks and spreading me open. Then, he buried his face in my ass. Getting rimmed is a favorite of mine. It is a deeply sensual action, and Jeff was very good at it. He licked around my hole, dragging his tongue slowly over it, getting me ready for more. Once he zeroed in on my hole, I pulled my legs back to give him the best access possible. Jeff licked around the outside of my hole, using his tongue to lubricate my pucker. He slipped the tip of his tongue in a few times, eliciting a moan from me each time. Also, my hole would reflexively tighten up around his tongue each time. Then, he drilled his tongue into my ass. Fuck, he was good at this! My hole was throbbing around his tongue, and he kept moving deeper into my ass. Then, he’d pull back out and suck and lick the outer parts of my hole. He was definitely prepping it for more. Jeff moved back from my ass and picked up the dildo again. He used it to rub up and down my ass crack, liberally distributing the lube all over. The dildo he had chosen was the original Drew Sebastian cock. It was true to life and included a molded Prince Albert to match Drew’s. Even though it was one of my smaller toys, it was still a great ride. He kept teasing my ass with the toy. As he was rubbing it around, he would sometimes pause over my hole, pushing the toy inside just a small amount. My hole responded well to this, and I wanted to get the whole thing inside me. When he’d do that, I would push my ass further down on the dildo, but Jeff clearly wanted to be the one in control of this fuck. Finally, he pushed the head of the toy into me. My ass opened up to absorb the toy, and he kept pushing as it moved deeper into me. Jeff kept moving it in until he got it all the way to the balls. “Man, that went in easily,” he said. “My ass can take a lot,” I replied with a grin. His grin in response turned me on even more since that gave him permission to explore more. Jeff expertly fucked me with the dildo. He was not only moving it back and forth, but he was also changing the angle and adding in some shaking and vibrations. My cock was still contained in my jockstrap, and there was a growing wet spot as my dick spewed out precum while he worked my ass. I picked up the poppers and prepared to take a hit. Jeff drove the dildo deep and held it while I opened the bottle. First, I offered it to him, but he shook his head no, so I took two deep hits, holding the second in for as long as I could. I capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed next to me. My legs spread even wider as the fumes took hold of my brain, and Jeff responded appropriately. Now that I was flying from the poppers, he started to pound my hole with the toy. He was moving it in and out at a fast pace, sometimes even pulling it all the way out. That re-entry is always a thrill, and my cock was leaking like a faucet. I was writhing my ass around on the bed, enjoying all the sensations of having a hot stud fuck my ass with a huge dildo. The poppers wore off, and Jeff pulled the toy out of my ass. He caressed my hole, expressing pleasure at the beginnings of a gape. He’d dip a finger or two in from time to time, working those around inside me. “My turn,” he said, handing me the dildo. “Do you want the same one?” I asked. “You know I do! Drew is one of my fantasy tops.” I hoped Drew was one of his fantasy fists, too! We swapped places. When I knelt on the floor, I could feel how open my ass was. Jeff looked so sexy, with his cock and balls hanging out the side of his jock and his beautiful, hairy ass spread open in front of me. Since I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, I began by moving my mouth and tongue over his ass. I like feeling the fur on a man’s ass against my face, so I rubbed my beard all over his hairy ass. Then, I started to focus on his hole. It looked so enticing, sitting there, surrounded by hair. He was pulsing it in anticipation, and I went in for a few licks. When my tongue made contact with his hole, he groaned and shivered in delight. I made out with his hole, using some suction and ensuring that it was well lubricated with my spit. He picked up the poppers and offered them to me. I declined and waited while he inhaled the potent fumes. Once they hit, I drove my tongue fully into his hole. Jeff started to ride my tongue, pushing his ass back and forth on my protruding tongue. I love it when a guy does this since he is using me to provide him pleasure. It’s also a complete pleasure for me to tongue fuck a man. We rimmed liked this for a while until he started to slow down on his thrusts. I kept my tongue deep inside him and used it to probe around. I was licking his inner hole and enjoying all the great sensations. His velvety hole surrounded my tongue, and my nose was buried in his musky fur. It held that great scent of ass mixed with a little bit of sweat. I’m sure he was as eager for this as I was. Now, it was time for the dildo. I pulled my face back, picked up the dildo, and showed it to him. He nodded, so I proceeded to work it into his ass. Once it was about halfway in, his ass pulled the rest of it in. I let it rest there for a moment, tapping on the base to let him feel the vibrations as the huge toy filled his ass. I fucked Jeff with the dildo for a long time. There were points where he’d push his ass back and forth on the toy and other times where I would be the one in control. I discovered that he liked it when the dildo was used to expand his hole, so I pulled it most of the way out and then circled it around inside him. This helped his hole to open more and, from his moans, made him feel great. I pulled the dildo out and sat back on my haunches, gazing at Jeff’s fine-looking hole. “How late can you stay?” I asked. “I have to be at work on Monday,” he replied with a sly grin. Oh yeah, this could be a great weekend! “Get dressed again. We’re going to play a game.” He looked at me quizzically but was open to it. We reset our jockstraps and pulled on jeans, shirts, and socks. Now, I would learn more about this sexy man and what he was up for.

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

Disclaimers: This is my first story on BZ. This story is based on an actual experience. Feel free to contribute your own ideas to help me flesh out the story - I'm not really a writer, but I felt this had to be told. Enjoy, piggies! ---------------------------------------------- Part 1 The heat of a July afternoon in the Midwest can get really intense. But I barely noticed it as I drove toward the metropolis with an anxiety in my stomach. The car sped along the highway merrily as I grew ever closer to my destination… and my destiny. Five weeks since, I decided to take a bold step. I’ve been a bugchaser for years, but I really didn’t act on those urges and try to get myself infected. They just happened as part of the ho life, and I dealt with them accordingly. I’ve had a few STDs - the usual maladies of chlamydia and gono and the like - but this time, I was chasing down a big one. Sorta. I got in touch with a friend who has been positive for many years, and undetectable. Rick is known for HIV activism in his community, including volunteering for the clinic and AIDS hospice. He ran for a leather title a few years back and his platform that won him the title was about love and acceptance of the afflicted not only in his community but worldwide. So it’s a curious thing that he agreed to do this for me. Because I can’t get bugchasing and converting out of my head, I hatched a hair-brained scheme to find out for myself what the other successful chasers were raving about. I asked Rick to pretend to poz me. “Dude, that is not okay!” was his opening response to my request. “This bug is no picnic to live with. I get it’s not a death sentence like it used to be, but this shit will fuck you up, and your hunger to get charged up will get you in trouble.” I was prepared for this. “Rick, it’s just fantasy,” I answered. “All you have to do is fuck me like the bitch that I am, and work some poz talk into the scene. I’m not asking you to come off your meds so I can live this fantasy. It’s just that. Fantasy.” Rick went silent for a while. I suddenly felt like I crossed a line. When he finally spoke again, he said calmly, “I’m gonna send you some links to websites, some information. You don’t seem to be educated on what this all involves, and if you’re serious about doing it, then you should be informed of the commitment this lifestyle requires. And believe you me, this WILL change your life in ways you can’t imagine, Steve.” “Okay, I’ll take a look at it.” “I’m serious, Steve,” he quickly said insistently. “What you’ve asked me to do is really disrespectful, and I … I really need to think about this. I admit I’m attracted to you, and after seeing your sweet hole that night at the bathhouse, I wanted to pound you into oblivion. But I don’t appreciate you asking me to violate my boundaries like that, even though I’m undetectable, and yes it’s just play, but I’m concerned you’re going to go and seek out the real thing.” True to his word, Rick emailed the information to me. I read it, and only got more turned on. This was something I *needed* to do. Personal fulfilment, Rick’s warnings be damned. Four days after this uncomfortable phone conversation, Rick shot me a text message. “Did you read it? Are you still set on a fake conversion scene?” I hesitated. I didn’t want another lecture. I just wanted to fuck, and convert, and live my new life charging up other guys. “Hi Rick. Yes, I read it,” I texted back. “And yes, I still want to do it.” I didn’t ask him a direct question, and left it for him to fill in the blank. A few minutes passed before he answered. “Okay. I’ll do it. But we are going to have a talk about this in person when you get here. If this is what you want, then I’m going to make sure you never chase again. Understood?” I practically jumped out of my seat when I read this. I didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. I didn’t want to appear over-eager, so I gave a non-committal reply. “Yes, we need to talk about it as much as you think is necessary. When should I come visit?” “Five weeks. How’s the 24th looking for you?” I checked my calendar. I had no commitments that day. “That’s fine.” “Come to the brownstone. 4pm sharp.” Our conversation ended there. As I entered Rick’s neighbourhood, a growing mood of nervousness and anxiety began to manifest itself in my environment. I parked the car a few blocks from the brownstone, and just sat there for a minute. I need to get moving. It’s nearly 4 o’clock, and if I don’t show, I won’t enjoy having to ask him for this again. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. Something behind my eyes told me Don’t do this. My dick, however, was standing fully erect while my mind raced. Remember, you’re totally safe. He’s undetectable, you’re going to be fine. And his monster dick will make you feel good. That was all the convincing I needed. I exited the car, paid for my spot, and began the trek to the brownstone. Rick was waiting for me outside when I arrived. I could smell his fat cigar well before I actually saw him. He was seated on the patio, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while hauling hard on a cock-sized stogie. He wore a simple t-shirt over his slender, underdeveloped frame, and tight khaki shorts, and had his aviators over his eyes. While not the picture of masculinity, there was a certain sexiness about the whole look. I walked over to his table, and could see a near-empty water bottle. The wind blew gently giving us a short break from the humidity of the afternoon. “I’m here,” I cheerfully announced. Rick looked up from his phone. “Good to see you made it, Steve.” He stubbed out the half-smoked cigar, and rose from his chair. The water bottle rolled off and I bent over to catch it, and missed. I suddenly felt his hand on my ass. “Hey, we’re not doing this out here,” he said. “But thanks for the preview!” “Let’s go inside,” I said, smirking. “I’ve gotta piss so bad I can taste it.” “Dirty boy! But later!” he said with a laugh. We entered the brownstone, and Rick sidestepped so I could rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. I unzipped, and my piss poured forth in a hot, thick stream of golden yellow. I couldn’t believe how much I was holding, but I also had to remember how much water I drank on the way here. The road to the city is a long one, and combined with July heat made for a very thirsty chaser. After washing my hands, I left the bathroom and found Rick on the couch, quite comfortable. He poured a drink for each of us, and patted the seat next to him gently. The conversation was more of what we discussed on the phone, and was frequently a carbon-copy of that conversation. “This really isn’t my thing,” Rick admitted. “When I was first diagnosed, I had to think of all the guys I played with around that time. And because I didn’t know I was positive, I infected someone I really liked.” He seemed to be remembering it as if it were yesterday. “When he got sick, I felt so guilty. I locked myself in my room for days, and just couldn’t stop crying. Not for me, but for this guy. And I had the unhappy duty of telling him in person that I was the one who pozzed him. He socked me right in the nose for that, and I never saw him again. Too bad. Dave was a sweet guy.” “You don’t know what happened to him?” I asked. “Nope. He blocked me on social media, and although I looked for him at the clubs a couple times, he was just gone. It broke my heart. So I want you to know that your actions today will have consequences that will hurt others if you’re not careful.” “I am quite prepared,” I said. “You did a good job educating me on the subject, and I am making the choice that is right for me.” I wasn’t about to let him change my mind because then we might not fuck. Rick then took one of my hands, and squeezing it, he said, “Are you ready?” His tone was all seriousness, and he was letting me know that I was in control of what happened next. Doubt crossed my mind for a second. I think it was at this point when I began to feel the most nervous about it. “Yes,” I answered as fearlessly as I could. He released my hand, and exhaled loudly through his nose. Rick then looked away, giving one of his thousand-yard stares that he was known for when something that questioned his morals crossed his path. “Okay,” he said with resignation. “If this is REALLY what you want, okay. I’ll help you. But remember - you asked for it, and if you can’t handle the fantasy, you have the power to stop it.” Something about the way he said that made me wonder what kind of script he was going to follow. And my hard dick made itself known again. Rick saw the rise in my shorts. “I think I already know the answer,” he said with a smile, grabbing my growing cock. He stood up while holding on to my swelling member, and said, “Come on. Let’s do this.” I obediently followed Rick to his playroom, guided all the way by his pulling of my dick.

14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.

I was so relieved when my test came back negative. I swore to myself I would never let a raw cock in my ass ever again. So why was I visiting a bathhouse within the week? What was I thinking? I rationalized I was only going to watch. Bareback porn got me so hot and horny, why not watch some guys actually getting nailed and bred. Besides I hadn't sworn off sucking cock, had I. I wouldn't take a room to decrease my chances of breaking my self imposed promise. It was almost midnight on a Friday so the place was crowded. I had indulged in some edibles and had a double scotch on the rocks at a bar on my way over. I was feeling mighty good as I stripped off at my locker. Before I wrapped my towel around myself I noticed the guy beside me pulling his shirt over his head. A beautiful scorpion tattoo adorned his left shoulder. He smiled at me and winked as he watched my dick start to rise. 'What the fuck Is wrong with me?' I quickly wrapped up and took a tour of the halls grateful scorpion tattoo didn't follow me. A young slim latino lad caught my eye. He was leaning against the open door to a room with a pot bellied 60ish guy lying naked on his bed stroking a thick 7 inch erection. As I had hoped the young guy slipped into the room leaving the door wide open. He dropped his towel and without saying a word climbed up onto the bed, straddled the man and lowered himself on the cock. They fucked like this for five minutes until the older guy said, "My turn." The latino got up as the older man lifted his legs exposing his ass. The latino moved down to rim the hole and the older guy said, "Just push on in son, there are already two loads up there for lube." The young man feltched some of the loads and snowballed them to the daddy as he followed instructions and pushed his average size raw dick into the sloppy hole. It didn't take very many strokes before he was clearly pumping his young load to join the other two in the older man's hole. Catching his breath he pulled out and remounted the thick daddy cock proclaiming, "My turn, load me up old man." Very quickly the older guy's tell tale breathing started and he asked, "You sure you want this poison poz load boy?" Without a word the latino sat down hard on the cock and bent over to plant a big sloppy kiss on the daddy's mouth. The older man's hips bucked like a bronco as he pumped his toxic load in deep. I realized I was stroking my leaking cock under my towel as I felt a hand reach under the back. A wet finger penetrated my tight hole. Turning my head I realized the finger belonged to the guy with the scorpion tattoo!

you forgot to tell them whose cock you started training on slut

Yeah, I wish there was more sex in public spaces here in NYC. Not sure if it's just all the competition from the new PrEPsters for loads, or if it's me getting older (and tops want younger bottoms), but it seems I don't do as well on either hookup websites or apps as I once did (not that I ever did that much on apps). I'll send messages to guy who show as "online" and they don't read them for hours. Or I'll unlock for a bunch of guys and fewer of them get back to me. Maybe that's the sites exaggerating who's actually online, but the end result is not much dick. So yeah, I also just go straight to sex parties, bathhouses, etc. But that isn't an ideal solution much of the time. Wish there were reliable places near me where I could go out and get fucked 24/7.