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I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

Part 3 – Personal Attention Reggie stood up and collected the parTy supplies and placed them in the black leather bag. He then turned to Travis. I’m going into my room to continue. R: You can sit hear and wait for Garth or you can follow me. He’ll be fine right there. We’ll come back to check on him in a little while. T: Okay Reggie grabbed Travis and threw him over his shoulder. Travis was turned on by being manhandled. They entered a dark room with a bed in the center. That is all Travis could make out with the low lighting. Reggie threw the twink on the bed and threw him the black bag. R: Lets see how well you were paying attention. Go ahead and pack the bowl. And make it a big bowl. I wanna unlock you inner whore. Travis did not know why he was so turned on by being called a whore. He didn’t know why he was turned on by any of this. He followed the directions as well as he could remember and lit the bowl with the torch. The first hit was a huge success and huge cloud. R: That’s it my boy. That’s it. Here hand me that. Reggie took his hit and got next to Travis on the bed. He turned to Travis and blew the cloud right in his face while reaching for his nipples. Just a slight tug and a moan escaped the twink’s mouth. R: I want you to blow clouds on me but this time on my dick. You got that? Travis nodded and lit his bowl. He took a big hit and lowered his mouth on the black meat. He was able to get about half of it in his mouth before coughing up the cloud. Reggie rubbed the back of the twink’s head softly. R: Again Travis repeated but this time when he went to exhale, Reggie pushed him down further on this dick. Travis coughed trying to breath but the big black dick was cutting off his air. Reggie relented and let go just in time. R: Again Travis repeated this process until he was able to get all the the black meat down his throat. It was only for a few seconds but gawd did it make Reggie feel great. Each time Travis’s throat clenched his dick, he almost wanted to cum straight down his throat. But he was holding out. R: ok now get on all fours. I wanna see that ass winking at me. Travis complied and was head down ass up read for inspection. R: Mmm, nice smooth white boy pussy. Mmmm. Reggie lunged right in and pushed him tongue into the quivering hole. T: OOOOH MG. omg, ahhhhhhhhh That’s when Reggie realized the boy was hard trying to jerk off at a weird angle. He had not thought about the boys dick at all. It was a creamy white 7’’ but almost at thick as his own 9’’ meat. This brought an evil thought to his mind. R: do you want this big dick in your hole? T: yes, I need to get fucked. I want to give my virginity away. Take it from me. I’m giving it to you. Fuck me already please. R: Alright but I need you to do something for me first. It’s a bit evil and I think the T has helped me open your dark side. I wanna feed that dark side. I’ll be right back. Part 4 - Waking up Garth Reggie walked out of the room. A minute or two went by before reggie returned with Garth over his shoulder. He walked over to dimly lit corner of the room. Travis finally focused enough to make out a sling in the corner. He was strapping Garth into the sling. R: okay so I think it’s safe to tell you what the plan was when you got here. Now that you are tweaking hard, you will appreciate this. In those sodas was another drug called Gina. It calms shit down and relaxes while the tina energizes and makes your horny. you drink enough Gina and you pass out. You were supposed to pass out and placed in the sling for us to use. I think you are tweaked enough to do this voluntarily now. Am I wrong? T: No, I wanna get fucked in the sling. R: Thought so. Well someone couldn’t handle the plan and drank too much of the soda. He’ll be okay. In fact he should be waking up sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck him awake. Your load in him to get my load in you. Travis was shocked. How could that have been the plan? How could Garth have betrayed him like that. He knew the answer though. Tina – this evil drug that works magic on your body and mind. But could he actually go through with it? Rape his best friend? He had always pictured him getting fucked by Garth not the other way around. Travis kept trying to think straight but the evil Tina thoughts won out. Of course he wanted to rape his best friend, that cunt tried to set him up. T: I’ll do it. What do I do? Reggie lined him up with Garth’s body in the sling and pushed his head into the twunk’s ass. R: Eat his hole. Lick it right up. Lube that fucker up. Travis stuck out his tongue and had his first taste of hole. He was slobbering it up in no time. He was tongue fucking his friend like he was born to do it. With Garth knocked out still, his hole gave little resistance to the tongue invasion. Travis pulled away and pushed 2 fingers into the wet cunt. The soft feeling was strange to him but his dick jumped at the thought of being inside of his friend. He was ordered to push a third and then fourth finger into the sleeping hole. Reggie maneuvered around Travis and pushed his fingers into the hole. His fingers had 2 chunks of Tina between the fingers. He left the fingers in while the Tina melted away. Travis hadn’t caught it but was told to stand up straight. R: now don’t over think this kind guesture. Reggie got down on his knees and put Travis’s dick in his mouth. He quickly coated the dick with saliva and then got back up. R: Don’t ever think it. Just line it up with his hole. He’s out cold right now so his hole should be easy to slide into. Travis pushed forward and the feeling nearly overwhelmed him. He was holding his breath. He let it out as he bottomed out his thick meat inside of his friend. His best friend. His beautiful bitch of a friend. Travis felt his friend’s ass grip his dick like a soft glove. He slowly rocked back and forth. R: Now don’t do that. Don’t soft fuck him. You’re not laying with a lover. You are fucking a little whore who loves the dick. Travis heard the words and picked up his pace. He was slamming into the sleeping body with intent to leave sore. Reggie walked around to Garth’s head and opened some smelling salts and placed them in Garth’s nostrils. This jolted the poor boy awake. Awake but still out of it. He was trying to come to but moaning every other sound. Travis had stopped in his tracks and waited for his friend to get more awake. As soon as Garth was able to look up at Travis, Travis pulled all the way out and slammed his thick meat straight back in. This kicked all the air out of Garth and he was stuck in a different daze. His hole gripped down on the invading dick. Travis responded with another pull out and slam in. He continued to fuck him like that until Garth was no longer gasping for air. He was in moaning mode. G: Whaaaats going on? Why am I in here? Mmmmm R: Travis is just waking you up from your G-hole. Dont you just love his thick dick? You never told me he had such a great dick. G: Ohhhh! Mmmmm But I'm supposed to top. Ohhhhh. T: Plans change Travis grips Garth by the waist and long dicks him again. This time he's cumming into the used hole of his best friend. T: I'm cumming. I'm cumming Reggie grabs Travis by the shoulders R: Congratulations on becoming a man. Hope you liked the feeling of nutting in a whore. But now its your turn to be fucked like a bitch. get back on your fours.

Sorry for the slow start Part 1 - Intro Travis POV- I’m Travis, I’m a 5’ 8” blonde haired, green eyed white boy that just turned 18. I have a wonderful twink body that requires no attention but gets all the attention from girls and guys. I’m attracted to both but am very shy. I’ve never gotten past 2nd base with anyone. I have this best friend named Garth. I’m totally in love with him and will do anything he asks me to. We’ve talked about doing sexual things together but I usually chicken out due to my shyness. My parents are going out of town for the weekend and I’m going to spend it with Garth. He wants to hit up a party and he swears that he has found some sort of medicine that will help us relax. I really hope so. I really want to lose my virginity to my best friend. Today is the day of the party. I got all ready for this event that I had no idea about. I am hoping that we only stay at the party for a short while. Maybe we can come back to my place or go over to his place. I hope that everything will work out alright and we get to some sexual experience. I bought an enema set just for this special weekend. I followed the gay instructions and cleaned out; way out. I’m ready to do, just waiting on Garth to pick me up. I stare at my phone longingly, waiting for his text message. I start to mentally go over everything I had to go over for the night. - Clean out – check. - Shave everything smooth – check. Not that I really needed that one, I’m pretty naturally smooth. I just like to shave over to make sure. - Sexy underwear – check - Sexy new cologne – check - Condom in my pocket – check. Needed safety if we get that far. Text message hits my phone. It is Garth. He is out front waiting for me. I’m so nervous but ready for anything. I grab my house keys and head out the door. Garth POV- I’m Garth. I’m 18 and a half. I’m 5’ 10’’. I have jet back hair and piercing brown eyes. My body is right between twink and twunk thanks to the in house gym I have at home. I was also a virgin up until a few weeks ago. I mean, technically I still was but now I’ve given head and gotten head back. I even had 2 fingers in me while I was getting sucked off. It felt amazing. I attended this party at a friend of a friend’s place. He ended up pulling out some T for some of us to smoke. I didn’t want to be the only one not having fun so I also smoked some with the crowd. I say crowd but I ended up alone with Reggie. One thing led to another and suddenly we were going at it a bit. The second time I met up with Reggie was a week later and it was just the 2 of us. We hung out and smoked. The the next thing I remember is his body slapping into mine. That’s when I knew I was no longer a virgin. I was pretty high and loved every moment of it. I really liked Reggie and his bomb smoke. He told me I could come back but I had to bring a friend. He didn’t say why but I think I have an idea. Anyways, as soon as he said to bring a friend, I immediately thought of my best friend Travis. If anyone needed to unwind a little it was him. Plus he says he has the whole weekend to have fun without any interloping parents. But most importantly, I wanna see him on all 4’s begging for some dick like I was. I got ready to the evening the way any other guy does. Shower, shave, and overdue it on the cologne. Haha. I laugh because I know we are gonna be a sweaty mess soon enough. I know I loved trying the smoke out. I cant wait to see how Travis looks all smoked out. My dick starts to thicken just thinking of it. I calm myself down and get into my car. I’m driving over and get to Travis’s house. I text him and wait a few minutes until he ventures out. I ask him how he’s doing and I get a calm response of I’m ok. I laugh to myself, oh we’re gonna be a whole lot better than ok in a bit. I wait for him to buckle up and then im off to the races. I drive about 10 mins away and pull up to my favorite place on Earth, Reggie’s place. I text him that we are there and he opens the garage door. I pull my car right into the garage. As the garage door drops and finishes moving, I turn to Travis and say No going back now. I smile a handsome grin give him a kiss on the cheek. We exit the car and are greeted at the garage/kitchen door. There stands Reggie, our great host for the night. Part 2 - Reggie’s pad Reggie stood in the doorway. He is a a 5’ 11 African American man in his early 40’s. He has a muscular frame with broad shoulders. He has great pecks and arms. He is dressed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He has a very commanding presence; very alpha male feeling. This was went through Travis’s mind as he stared up at the man. R: please come in boys. The boys followed Reggie into the living room and sat on the large sectional couch. Travis sat right in the middle and Travis sat on one side of him. Reggie stayed standing up. R: are you boys thirsty? I can get us a couple of cokes. T: That will be great. Reggie disappeared into the kitchen. He cracked open 3 cokes and looks over at the boys. They are still sitting quietly on the couch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial and drops some thick liquid the cokes. He shakes them briefly before taking them into the living room for his guests. R: I hope you guys like your coke. They taste Great. All three take drinks from their cans. T: Oh mine must a be a little old. It has a bitter taste to it. G: Mine tastes great. I don’t know what you are talking about. R: I’m sorry. Would you like another? T: oh no, it’s fine, I drink them how they come **smile**. A nervous Travis downs his coke. Reggie picks up a remote and starts some music to fill the silence. T: I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where is everyone? R: oh I though Garth told you. We thought we could hand just us for a while before the parTy. So we can all relax a bit and see where the night goes. G: Yeah, I know how you are with too many new people so we decided this would be better. At least for a little while. T: Oh thank you for thinking of me. I thought that we were going to work on our stuff separately like after the party. G: Don’t worry. Reggie is just going to watch, observed and help guide use through this. He just wants to watch. It’s one of his things he likes, to watch younger guys parTy get wild. I’m getting ahead of myself though. Garth turns toward Reggie who already pulled out the black leather bag. Garth unzipped the bag and brought out the contents onto the coffee table. G: I’m going to show you how to relax and just go with things. Just like he showed me. T: Show me what? What is all that stuff. Garth pulled out a pipe and lighter and baggie filled with T. he opened baggie and filled the pipe. G: This is called Tina. It works like magic. You’ve got to try it with me. Garth lit the bowl and melted the T inside the bowl. The smoke started to collect and then through the pipe into his lungs. Garth held it a moment and then pushed out a big white cloud of smoke. G: okay, your turn. Here hold it like I was. And I’ll light it for you. Don’t suck until you see the smoke start to collect. Okay? Travis was overwhelmed. He was apprehensive about this situation and especially with a drug he’d never heard of. But his beloved asked and he gave in. Travis put the pipe up to his mouth and let Garth light the bowl. He breathed in G: Now hold it a moment. Good… now breath out. Travis let out a medium sized cloud. G: Good try. Now do another, this time bigger. Travis breathed in and held it. Breathing out another medium sized cloud but bigger than the first. Reggie stood up and reached for the pipe. R: Here, let me show you. Reggie took out a small torch and used it on the bowl. He blew out a huge white cloud that filled the line of vision for a moment. R: like that little boy. He hands the pipe back to Travis along with the torch. Repeating what he had just witnessed, he lit the bowl up with the torch and blew out a huge white cloud. R: Good boy Trying to impress the alpha male, Garth book the next hit using the torch and he too blew out a room full of clouds. R: Good Boys. Again. Oh, did you want another coke? G: Sure I’ll take one. We’ll share one. Reggie walked back to the kitchen knowing the boys were busy with their cloud competition. He didn’t even half to sneak with the G. He just pulled it right out and gave a double dose in the can. Reggie walked back to the living room with a can of soda and a wet towel. R: here you go. Another soda and a wet towel to cool off the pipe to refill it. Here hand me the pipe and I’ll refill it. Garth took 2 big bulps of the coke and sat down. G: is it me, or is it really hot in here? T: oh yes, it is warm. R: oh let me go turn on the AC but feel free to take your shirts off. I know I will be. Reggie got up and turned the thermostat on. Walking back he had his shirt already over his shoulder. He walked over to the boys. R: here let me help you. Reggie pulls Garth’s shirt right up and over his head. He does the same to Travis. Reggie started the next bowl with the torch and handed them back to Travis. He took a huge hit and tried to pass it to Garth but Garth seemed to be almost sleeping. T: Garth, are you alright? R: oh he’ll be alright. He’s just overheating because of the T. look he get better the more clothes I take off of him. Reggie practically rips the pants open and pull them down and off his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and just sat there in the nude. His dick was semi hard and leaking precum. Reggie squeazed the boys nipples and then used his finger to collect some precum from his leaking dick. He pushed the finger to Travis’s mouth. Travis had never tasted such an amazing taste. T: OMG that is amazing. Is he okay? R: Yeah he just needs to cool off a bit and he’ll be white as rain. We should probably try to cool down too or we might overheat too. Travis didn’t need to hear anything more. He just listened to the alpha and dropped his pants and underwear. He revealed his own semi. Before he could even register that he was naked with Reggie, Reggie was naked too with his hard 9” dick sticking straight out and slight curve to the right. He used the same finger to scoop up some of his own precum and pushed it to Travis’s mouth and again he licked it all up.

I was 19 years old in 1984 when I took a taxi to a gay bar in the small city in Upstate New York where I grew up. There was no sign identifying the bar, but all the local gay men knew it had a red lightbulb over the front door. I met a hot guy in his 30s named Mateo who wanted to fuck me, but we did not have a place to do it. An overweight and rather unattractive guy in his mid 50s named Larry sat on a nearby stool and overheard our dilemma and called Mateo over to him so he could share a possible solution. They introduced themselves by name and shook hands as Mateo took a seat on the stool next to Larry. What was interesting about the ensuing conversation with Larry, was that I was not part of it as I now sat on my stool as a distant bystander, while they talked about me like I was not even there. Larry told Mateo he would love to help Mateo fuck a slut. And while he did not have a place to go, he had a huge Chrysler New Yorker in the parking lot with dark tinted windows. Larry said there was lots of room in the backseat to fuck if Mateo wanted to use the backseat of his car. Larry said he would do one better and drive on the nearby freeway and some deserted roads while Mateo slut fucked in the backseat. Larry said if Mateo was going fuck a slut in a car, better for it to be moving than parked somewhere where the authorities could come across you at any time. Larry told Mateo that if he stayed within the speed limit and obeyed the rules of the road, no one would expect fucking going on in the backseat. Larry then asked Matteo if he had a driver's license which Mateo confirmed he did. Larry told Mateo the only thing he wanted in exchange for his time and gas for driving around, was to fuck the whore in the backseat as payback, while Mateo drove the New Yorker back to the bar. Mateo responded, "Fuck yeah, let's do this!" and he and Larry started to move off their stools. Mateo came over to me, briefly making eye contact, and held up his thumb and index finger, pointing to the front door of the bar, as Larry led the way out. Once we got to Larry's car, Mateo and I got in the back seat and closed the door. Mateo’s demeanor toward me changed during his conversation with Larry. When we first met, Mateo seemed excited to meet me and freely engaged me in conversation like he was interested. Now he was no longer communicative and quite honestly, I felt I was nothing more than a sexual object. There was a distance and hardness to Mateo’s temperament that had not existed earlier. As Larry got behind the steering wheel, he started the car. It was a humid night in upstate New York, even late at night after dark, so Larry rolled down all the electronic windows to let some fresh air in. In the meantime, Mateo pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, like I was a kid needing help getting undressed. Once I was bare-assed naked except for my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers, Mateo announced to Larry, “I think we are all ready to go!” As Larry put the car in drive and drove out of the gravel parking lot, Mateo picked up my shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and threw them over his shoulder, tossing them out the open window! Suddenly panicked, I attempted to open my car door to get my clothes, but Larry had the childhood locks set so the door would not open! Mateo commented to Larry, “I wonder if the whore’s clothes will still be in the parking lot when we get back?” to which Larry responded, “Hard to say!” with a chuckle. I was both panicked and at their mercy as Larry approached the nearby entrance to I-81 and turned onto the freeway and accelerated to 60 mph. Mateo meanwhile stripped off his sneakers and jeans and then pushed my mouth down on his big brown uncut cock to get it wet. Mateo then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up in the air high, so my sneakers were almost touching the ceiling. Mateo pushed himself inside of me with one full thrust and laid his body on top of mine, his 6’2” body engulfing my smaller 5’7” thin body. Our heads were side by side, but there was no talking going on as he started to thrust inside of me feverishly. I am not sure how long he fucked me with me wedged between the backseat and his body, but my pussy was now open, freely accepting his cock. After a long time, Mateo lifted off me and looked around to see where we were located. He pulled me up, and as I looked around, I realized we were now driving down a dark deserted country road. The one thing about upstate New York is it did not take long to get from populated to secluded areas… Mateo decided to fuck me doggy. He pushed my legs and knees together, so he had room for his right knee on the backseat and his left foot on the floorboard. Mateo stuck his cock in me and started fucking me full force, bucking his hips hard against my ass as his big hands clamped tightly against my hips. As he fucked me hard, my hands were on the seat holding me up. Each time Mateo's hips forcefully thrust forward, however, it caused me to inch forward and after a short time, the top of my head was literally hitting against the car door as I stared down at the seat! After several thrusts, I lifted my hands up against the side of the door, and up further until my hands were squeezing the top of the door where the window slit was located now that the window was down. This not only stopped my head from banging against the door, but it gave me some leverage so Mateo could not push me forward any further. Mateo must have sense my naive plan, because he unexpectedly bucked my hips with so much force, my body lunged forward and my hands lost their grip on the top of the door. My body lunged forward, so my hands slipped though the open window! As my body tilted forward and having lost all my leverage, Mateo used his strong thighs and knees to force my hips forward, until they were against the door along with my thighs and knees. This caused my naked body to be hanging outside the open window from the waist up! Mateo firmly grabbed the top of the door where the window slit was located with his big hands, like I had done just moments before. Unlike mine, Mateo's grip was firm and with his bigger body planted directly behind me and big cock stuffed up my hole deep, I was wedged between Mateo and the door with no place to go. I yelled as my head, arms, and hands were dangling and flailing out the window and I felt the night wind blowing against my naked body. Mateo did not break his pace and continued to fuck me hard from behind. After a long fuck and feeling some wind burn on my face, Matteo pulled me back inside of the car, keeping me impaled on his cock as he sat in the center of the backseat with one foot on either side of the center hump of the floorboard. I became Mateo’s bouncy little boy as he continued to grip my waist, lifting me up off his cock and then pulling me back down until he was balls deep again. At one point, Mateo put his hands under the back of my thighs and started lifting upward so my knees moved against my chest. Mateo ordered me to spread my legs wide so the bottoms of my sneakers were against the back of the front headrests. I felt like a two-bit whore with my legs spread so wide, as gravity fully impaled me on Mateo's cock, with Mateo lifting me up and pushing me down by my waist to control the rhythm of the fuck. After a while, Mateo positioned his hands underneath my thighs to pull my spread knees back toward my chest again. With a fluid motion, Mateo moved his hands and arms, so his arms snaked under my arm pits and his hands moved and clasped behind my neck. Mateo had me restrained in the full nelson wrestling position, with me totally immobilized and I was forced to take his full cock and he pistoned it in and out of me as hard as he could. That put Mateo over the edge as he soon yelled, “Take my babies, bitch!” and buried his cock and his seed deep inside of me with one final thrust. Mateo released his hold, and I stretched my legs and put my sneakers back behind the headrests. Mateo held me in place fully impaled on his cock and let out a deep loud growling “WOOF!” as Larry pulled the car to the side of a deserted road. It is like the three of us were in a coordinated dance as Larry got out of the car and opened the back door behind the driver’s seat slightly so Mateo could get out when ready. Mateo lifted me off his cock and pushed me over to sit on the backseat behind the front passenger seat, ordering me to “keep my babies inside of you, bitch, so you don’t get them on the leather seat.” Mateo got fully dressed as Larry moved around the back of the car to the back passenger side door where I now sat. Larry unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He slipped off his loafers and took his pants and underwear fully off and then slipped his loafers back on his feet. I shuttered a bit as I looked at Larry's body because he was someone I would never consider having sex with. He had a belly, and man boobs, and an unattractive face. As I was lost in my thoughts, Larry opened the back passenger door where I was sat and said, “Time to pay up, bitch! Get on your fucking hands and knees!” as he threw his clothes on the floorboard and started coming toward me through the open door. By this time, Mateo had exited the backseat, closing the door behind him. I moved in as far as I could toward the door Mateo had closed as Larry crammed himself in the back seat and closed his door behind him. I was a bit startled as Mateo reached through the open window and grabbed underneath my armpits with his big hands. He firmly pulled my body toward him and through the open window until my waist over the edge of the door, with the top half of my body fully hanging outside of the car again. Mateo harshly said, “Stay in this fucking position and be a good whore to pay Larry back for the generous use of his car!” With that, Mateo slapped my face hard and opened the driver’s door to get in the front seat. In the meantime, I felt Larry’s body behind me as he ordered, “Take my fat German sausage up your used cunt, whore!” as he shoved his surprisingly fat cock deep inside of me. I inhaled at the thickness of Larry’s cock, as Mateo pulled the car back onto the deserted road. While Larry’s cock was nowhere near as long as Mateo’s, it was much thicker and stretched me further. Larry got a steady rhythm down when I suddenly and unexpectedly felt something wet hit the portion of my body hanging out the window. At first, I wondered if it started to rain, but as the wetness hit me again, I realized it was at the wrong angle for rain. By the time I felt the spray of wetness the third time, I realized that Mateo was hocking up loogies and blowing them out his open window to let the force of the air as he drove splatter the loogies against my body! As Mateo’s loogies continued to splash against my body, I started getting nervous because I saw lights in the distance as we started getting closer to the city. Panic hit me when I saw the headlights of a vehicle driving toward us. As the headlights got closer, I started pushing my ass back on Larry’s cock as I intuitively tried to push myself inside of the car to keep my naked body from being seen. Larry’s body, however, held the top half my body firmly in place outside of his car at my waist, and headlights be damned, he was not about to let me back inside anytime soon. The road was wide enough that the car did not pose any physical threat to me, but the vehicle’s headlights allowed the driver to see my naked body from the waist up hanging out the window, including my full face! Because I was grinding my ass against Larry’s cock, futilely hoping by some miracle that would get my body fully back inside his car, I’m sure it was pretty obvious to the person driving toward us that I was getting fucked! As the vehicle got closer, the guy flashed his headlights a couple of times and as we passed him, now under streetlights at the edge of town, the driver's eyes make direct contact with mine for an instant. I had a sense that my eyes were pleading to be anywhere else but there, staring at this stranger for a fleeting moment. The stranger meanwhile quickly tapped on his horn twice as he drove past us in his red truck. Mateo tapped the horn of the New Yorker twice in response, sharing a moment with the stranger now in the rearview mirror. At this exact moment, I heard Larry's labored breathing as he grunted hard and loud, dumping his load inside of me. Larry pulled his cock out of me and pulled me back inside of the car. He ordered me to turn around and clean off his cock as Mateo drove through the city and back to the parking lot. The parking lot had no direct lighting but the nearby streetlights casted an orange hue that softly lit the parking lot. Once parked where it all began, Mateo got out of the car and walked around to other side of the car to let Larry out. After Larry got out of the car, he grabbed his underwear and pants from the floorboard and left his door open as he put his clothes back on. As Larry zipped himself up, I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot, driving over the gravel. It drove up next to Larry’s car facing the opposite way, so the driver was looking straight into the window where I was sitting. It was the driver of the red truck who saw me getting fucked 10 minutes earlier. Both Mateo and Larry walked over to the stranger’s truck to speak with him, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a bit, Mateo walked over to the driver’s side passenger door and opened it for me, and I got out of the car, naked except for my socks and sneakers. I stood behind the open door, using it as a shield to hide my naked body. I noticed the parking lot was empty except for three vehicles, the third which I assumed was Mateo’s. The stranger got out of his truck and walked over to get a better look at me. In the soft orange hue of the parking lot, this stranger looked like he was in his late forties and more of a farm hand kind of guy. He had cowboy boots on and jeans, as well as a button-up shirt. He was taller than me and bulky. He was a decent looking guy overall. I asserted myself momentarily by telling all three men that I needed to find my clothes, and started walking away from them, desperately searching the parking lot for my missing t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. They were nowhere to be found, and the stranger finally yelled, “Boy you better get bare ass over here before someone sees you and you get arrested for indecent exposure.” And with that I walked back toward the three men feeling defeated. The stranger looked at me and said, “You have a choice boy: The three of us drive off and leave you in this parking lot bare-assed naked and you take your chances, or you come with me and let me use your cunt to empty my bull balls.” He turned and walked to his truck and I followed him. As he reached his truck, I started to walk around the front of the truck to get in the passenger seat when the stranger told me to hold up and called me over to him. He walked toward the back of his truck and said, "Boy, you ride in here," and patted the top edge of the truck bed. Feeling I had no choice, I walked to the end of the truck and hoisted myself up into the truck bed by putting my foot on the bumper. Once inside, the stranger motioned me toward the front and told me to sit in the center of the truck bed with my back against the window and wall of the front cabin where he would sit and drive. I felt like his possession as he reassured me that it was about 4am and I would be fine riding in the truck bed for the 35-minute drive to his place in the country. The stranger got in his truck and started the engine, put his truck in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. As the truck started to pick up speed and drive down the road, I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked up to see Mateo and Larry standing at the New Yorker with the driver's side door open. They both smiled big and waved to me…with my clothes in their hands. I was startled when the stranger tapped is horn twice in response, as I watched Mateo and Larry get into their respective vehicles, taking my clothes with them.

It would be nice to start all of this to say I had no idea when I entered the Bathhouse what Bug chasing and Neg/Poz sex was about. That would make all of this look innocent.That I had no idea what might happen and that I was forced into this against my will, almost. That would be a total lie though. Do you notice how many stories and porn stories with pozzing as it’s main subject , always have a guy slightly unwilling, naive or duped into becoming a poz slut? That was not me . I was no victim. I wanted that poz cum in me when I went into the bathhouse. I selected that bathhouse because the reviews had mentioned lots of shady men and bareback sex. More than one review mentioned guys with veins popping out and breeding going on. It was a magnet to me. The moment I saw a comment, that some guy had got pozzed there, I knew I had to go. Like a moth to the fucking flame, I was at the door of the bathhouse to get fucked poz This night I walked into the small bathhouse with purpose. I had seen an ad , an ad for a guy to be pozzed and like the voyeur and slut I was, I had to see, I had to go .I barely noticed the guy who smiled as I gave him my money , when I walked in. I asked where the Steamroom was , he replied . I walked to the lockers and I quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around me. The Steamroom was downstairs. I ignored everything else and tried to find it That is where the young guy in the Bareback Ad online had said he would be. He wanted to be Poz. The ad had 14 replies. At least 5 fully poz guys with no medication answered. The bottom was 19 and you could tell many guys would go just because he was young. I went because I knew one of the guys going. He wasn’t poz and he had fucked me before, but he was hot and so the young guy had readily accepted the request and told him when and where it was happening . The same bathhouse , with the same reputation and here I was outside the Steamroom. I put my towel on the hook outside the room. There were only about 4 other towels on hooks. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was not being able to see .It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and even then all I could see was shadows . What was surprising or really not ,was how few shadows there were and how none of the shadows seemed to be engaged in anything resembling sex. Before I could sit down on a bench, I saw a shadow lurch towards me. It was my fuckbud . In an angry whisper he said to me “ I knew it was you. That fucking stuck up slut never came. He bailed. They nearly always do. “ with that he walked out. Silence, darkness and heat and what was I clutching, oh yeah the poppers. I sat down. Part of me knew he wouldn’t turn up. It was all too much of a fantasy and what was I hoping anyway? To watch him be pozzed . Why never me ? I was thinking of all of this when I noticed a sudden movement near me. One of the shadows started moving towards another shadow and started speaking. “Well fuck it , if I am not going to gift someone I am going to the pub.” The guy he was talking to laughed. “ These fucking flakes, you know it is all just bullshit” then it happened. I don’t know if it was poppers or fear or darkness or that I was desperate ,but I heard myself speak. It was so lacking in confidence , but it was me, there was no doubt. “I am Neg. I would love to be charged Poz.” There was silence. I had no idea how many people were in the Steamroom. Including me , maybe 5? Silence . Nothing. Then one of the voices spoke. “You want my Poz seed?” “Fuck yeah “ I replied. Out of darkness I felt a hand. It lightly brushed my cock, then I felt myself being lifted up as the hand went under my balls and started to search my ass. “Fuck yeah ,Poz him “ someone said out of the darkness. I was both terrified and exhilarated. Out of the steam the shape of a fat cock came into view and my mouth opened as the hand beneath my balls started to lift me up, still searching my ass. I knew i was about to be lost . I grabbed the poppers and held it against my nose and sniffed hard. At that moment someone grabbed me and took the poppers out of my hand and while I tried to get them back started to turn me around towards the wall. I could hear myself breathing , talking to myself “ Fuck what are you doing ? “ I said to myself . “Don’t stop relax you want this ,”the other part of me said. Then my voice came out again “Poz my Neg ass” There were groans . I could hear people jerking off and then suddenly I saw a small man with a crix belly . He had a big fat cock. He had veins out everywhere that I could see. He had the “look”. Now it was my turn to groan. He came close to my ear and loudly whispered “ I was going to ask if you were sure” He said , “ but we both know you are.. slut “ He disappeared behind . I felt someone spread my legs . I couldn’t tell who. Suddenly as out of nowhere I felt my bottle of poppers against my nose. I sniffed it in hard, as it was taken away again .I relaxed and lent back, but started to feel a dick start to probe my ass. I panicked. Had I even lube up there?. But then I could feel the cold distinct feeling of lube being rubbed in my ass. Just as I felt this I felt a guy’s cock behind push into me hard. I groaned hard. I almost panted. I could hear groans around the room and the loud sounds of wanking. I was terrified and in heat. I hoped and feared it was the crix guy behind me,but both of us were panting and the pain and the pleasure kept up . My moaning was becoming loud, like some bitch in heat I was. Someone opened the Steamroom door and closed it. The heat started become hard to bear. Still I was bent towards the wall. The shadows seemed closer, the groans and the jerking. Someone groaned loudly and came on the floor. This made everyone louder. I was lost. “Make me pregnant” I yelled. “Charge me “ The door kept opening and closing . There was a loud groan and suddenly stillness behind me. “ You got my babies mate” and he laughed. At that there was a loud groan of “Fuck yeah” . I thought it was from some other guy, but it was me. A dick left, another one replaced it . I was being converted.i loved it The guy with Crix came up beside me again. “Tonight your going to be fucked up. “Please fuck me “i yelled . “ I already made you pregnant mate. The guy fucking you now is the guy who let you in and he has never taken meds. You will be truly fucked up by the end of this.” I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how many loads I had. Eventually I ended up at the showers. Everyone I passed smiled. Others would smile and pat me on the butt. I was humiliated. I was in heat . I could still feel cum inside me. It was still going down my leg .I went upstairs and dressed. As I went to the front door dressed ,the guy who let me in smiled. “Do you need a water. You must be dehydrated .”He handed me a bottle. I offered to pay . “ Are you kidding , after the floor show you put on tonight. Everyone should be buying you drinks” . I looked him over. He didn’t have the look . He smiled and almost blushed. “ Hey bud don’t worry I have it and you have well and truly been infected” . It was my turn to blush. “ I um.. “ I managed to stammer. The guy had a broad smile on him. “ I may not be obvious, but you are. As soon as you walked in I thought yep he wants the bug. When your friend left he was pissed because the 19 year old wasn’t there. He told me that at least you would be pozzed tonight. I mean that is how it always happens”. I was abit confused. He looked me in the eye and said “ There is no 19 year old begging to be pozzed that has an ad out to meet at this place. I place it, every couple of weeks , a different one. Sometimes they are 25, sometimes 30. Always hot. Always desperate to be pozzed.” “But why ?“ I stammered out “ Because it drums up business. People always come. The Tuesday night used to be dead. Now we have people crawling all over the place. The 19 year old may not be here, but someone always leaves converted. Someone always leaves with the Gift. Tonight that guy is you.” My legs felt weak, but I could feel my dick get stiff. “ In a couple of weeks hopefully you will take “ he said. “ The next time I put out an ad for a hot 27 year old you can be there and help convert a newbie . Someone like you . But if you don’t convert you can be that newbie. Can I sign you up for a membership for this bathhouse?” “Sold” I yelled too quickly. “ I want to be a member “. He smiled “ This week you are the newest member”

Hooked up with a top in his 70s online this week. He had a rather large dick and a fuck bench so what's not to like. Invited me over and when I arrived he told me he wanted to be sucked off first. He was 6ft,3 , wearing army boots and combats and I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. He told me he was going to breed my hole and took me into his garage. His fuck bench was home made but did the trick. He bent me over it and applied straps to my arms wrists around my boots and thighs with a big one over my body leaving me totally secured. He fucked my face again pushing deep down my throat and then said he was going to "bugger" me hard and raw. I was in no position to back out and didn't want to as I was very turned on by this. He said i'd needed to be gagged and took some duct tape and silenced me with it then got up behind me and pushed hsi big cock up my arse hammering me for ages. He was very verbal and told me he took ages to cum and I was his bitch until he did. Finally he shot a big load inside me ripped off the duct tape and made me clean his cock up. Best bondage fuck in ages.

Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

I was a late bloomer, with my first gay sexual experience being sucked off at an adult bookstore booth when I was 17. Then, I kept going back, of course. It was at the bookstore that I read about the existence of bathhouses. I headed for the nearest bathhouse and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are safe places tomorrow have sex with a variety of men, which is why it’s sad to see them dying. Younger generations who rely on apps have no idea how much more fun bathhouses can be. I stayed in the closet a while, so bathhouses were my only sexual outlet. I learned so much watching and experiencing. It the first place I fucked someone, got my ass eaten out, tried poppers, fisted guys, dildoed guys, had group sessions, learned to enjoy bottoming, glory hole sucking, had my ass played with (expertly by my college English professor—but he didn’t recognize me). I’d also gotten the chance to watch so many guys having sex—fun and educational! My motto has always been that I would try anything sexually twice to see if I liked it, and bathhouses help me try many. What did you first try or see at a bathhouse?

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

“I don’t feel anything!” start medium with me. But you quickly can accelerate to hard. Very hard. Work my tits and I will flop all over the bed, frienzied with ecstasy. It’s about the hardest my dick will get. And I can come without touching myself. I don’t mind scabs on my nipples the following days. And I want to feel my nipples rub against the inside of my heavily starched dress shirts. I’ve been like that since I was a teen. Many years ago, somewhat jokingly, Friends gave me a set of jumper cables for Christmas. 🥰

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Just a heads up so far, counting is still going to be going on until Wednesday so I have a chance to get each story written, and each story is now fully planned out. Anyone who commented on the previous thread is welcome to repos their choices here, and I will update the choices. I was able to recover the emails saying their choices, and added them to the mix. Make sure you are putting your top choice first, as this does have a higher point count. Anyone posting a single choice will have all points counting towards that choice. So far, everything is pretty close. Thanks for the comments and look forward to the stories soon. (Each will be posted separately, and there will be a completely new set of choices at the end of the second one on the next round of voting). Also, don't be discouraged if your choice isn't picked, as I may end up recycling some choices farther out. ALSO: There is going to be a new story I am working on as a collab with someone on here, so that will also be worked on in the background (going to be a really busy summer for me lol) so keep an eye out for that.

On the beach, with people around. We were kinda out of view a bit with some driftwood in front of us. He’d pulled down his board shorts and laid back on a towel and I went to work deep throating him right there. I’m sure folks on the bluff above could see. Didn’t matter, I was just focused on sucking cock and swallowing some cum.

Was set up behind a closed McDonalds Place were trucks park at night. Can usually get a few guys pull up and it mostly oral. I was leaning against the car when I felt someone lean against me and push his hips intro my ass. I kind of just stood there. I could feel him moving around then I felt his hand on my short and he pulled them down to my knees, I heard him spit a few times and he moved closer pushed me against the car and guided what felt like a respectable 7.5-8”. He slid In slow and stead, was a bit uncomfortable ., he then started to go to town. Ounces me for about 5 min, I I could tell he was about to cum. I felt him twitch and heard him grunt and suddenly my as was real slippery. He reached into car and grabbed on of the towels and walked off. probably one of the drug dealers in the area, but he sure knew what was going on and he took advantage of it. as he walked off I got back in car and headed out of there.

I was taken to another room that had what looked like a rubber coated floor, and leather padding and mirrors on the walls, a mirror on the ceiling and sling right in the middle. There were about 12 guys there, dressed in anything from full Daddy leather to head to toe rubber with a gas mask, jockstraps or completely naked. All of them, slowly stroking their cocks and looking at me with lust and hunger in their eyes. These are men from our Community Contributors. Our affiliate Doctors refer these recently diagnosed men with high viral loads to us to be part of our "seeding program" that you'll now be experiencing. All the hot men gathered around me and lifted me into the sling, securing my arms and legs. They started massaging my arms, chest, forcing their fingers into my mouth, massaging and fingering my hole. Then they started slapping their cocks against my face and damn, there was so much pre-cum dripping from their cocks it soaked my face. I greedily licked every cock, savoring the sweet, salty taste. The leather Daddy positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his cockhead against my hole. Boy, I caught my bug when I was down in Brazil at a bathhouse a few weeks ago. And most of the men here got their bug in other countries too. We’re gonna give you so many strains tonight that at least one or more is going to catch. His cock wasn’t that long, but damn he was thick. He slowly pushed inside me, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. Staring into my eyes, he began slowly pumping, grinding, rotating his hips at every angle. I could feel the heat from his body, his nipples looked so hard as he tweaked them with one hand. He started speeding up, telling me now boy, start squeezing your hole, Daddy’s gonna cum soon! He started squeezing both his nipples and then groaned and pushed deep inside me. Stop boy, let your hole become loose, stay still, stay still. He was gasping and sweating with a glazed look in his eyes. Now slowly tighten up, yeah that it, shit, I’m cumming again! I slowly milked his thick cock with my ass, trying to squeeze out every drop. He slowly pulled out and I could hear the cum splashing onto the black rubber floor. He bent over and scooped up the cum and fed it to my mouth. Ok gents, he’s nice and wet. What strain of bug do we have for him next?

It’s been a while since I have gone but my usual routine is to walk around and look for guys that I have played with in the past and let them fuck me if they want. Then I look for the oldest nastiest man in there and work to earn his load.

The door closed and I was left alone with the video on pause. I clicked play. Whatever Uncle Abel had given me earlier to smoke left an impression on me. I was hornier, more excited and incapable of staying still. Stroking my own cock was futile. I laid the same way I had with the video continuing. Frank had came in Greg for the 4th time. He called Uncle Abel to swap places. "Come here and assess this ass Abe" Uncle Abel stroke his cock and it instantly turned hard. He positioned the tip of it to Greg's hole. He easily went in and before you know it, Uncle Abel exclaimed: "Wow, that it's a cunt alright. You feel that boy? Only a cunt would suck a cock in. Other holes would resist but your puffed up cunt lips pulled me in. Excellent" Greg only responded with "fuck yes, sir." The men took their turns to dump another load in Greg. By the time it was over, Hunter loosened the ropes binding Greg's limbs and took the blindfold off. He was cute and looked a bit geeky. The screen faded into black and a loading animation followed. Another title card appeared, this time it was set in the living room. David's Ascent: Chapter I / V A fit blonde guy, probably a few years older than me. Steady frame. Could pass off as a frat guy from the way his hair was styled. Uncle Abel appeared and sat next to him. He placed the pipe and torch on the coffee table. He put his hands around David to pull him closer, pointing him to the camera. "So tell me David, what brings you here? Aside from the clouds of course." "Well, at first it was that, but I think that there's more to it, you know? Some kind of connection that you guys have that I want to be a part of." "Do you actually want to? There's no turning back, I'm sure Greg made you aware of that." Uncle Able and David got closer, holding each others forearm. "I am aware and I'm fine with it. Will you take me in Sir?" "I will boy. We need to figure out where you'd fit in. I can see you following my footsteps with the way you fucked Greg. Definitely a stallion. Look at that cock." David's cock was almost 7 inch soft. A rub or two and it can grow to almost 8 with its girth coming close to the length of Uncle Abel's wrist. He did a demonstration by putting them side to side. "Cool. I'd like that. Yeah, it's nice to have this juggernaut but it's not always easy with most guys." "You're in the right place then. All of us can take cocks that's twice your size. It's part of the initiation. You too, will learn how to. Do you understand what I mean" "I do. You gotta take some loads before giving them, right?" "Exactly. Now let's have a puff" Uncle lit the pipe for David. He took 6-8 hits. His clothes went off after, leaving him in his boxers. Uncle instructed him to stand and turn for the camera. David's body was solid. He clearly had played football before. He flexed his body a bit and his eyes were wide and dilated. Whatever Uncle told him to do, he obeyed. "Face the camera and tell us how you feel. Don't be shy. Are you even ready to be a part of us?" He turned to face the camera. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. "I'm more than ready. I feel fucking amazing." "Good. Put this on. Sniff it first." Uncle threw a stained jock to David. The word "BIKE" was on the waist. It reeked of a musky stench that turned him even more. A quick snap and his bubble butt was framed and ready for a fuck. It was tighter than what David was used to, but that's because Greg had worn it first. "That's better. Look at that ass. You're one of a kind man. Now bend down and let me taste your hole" David complied, positioning himself in a sort of bow with both hands placed on the coffee table. He arched his back to be paralleled to the ground. Uncle first spit onto his hole, teasing with his finger before diving straight into it. His tongue pushed and pulled against the sphincter. David moaned in bliss, asking Uncle to keep going. Once the hole was wet enough, Uncle rose from his seat to position himself behind David. He stroked his rod before poking the hole, pushing himself into David with no delay. The moans turned to a scream and then to relief when Uncle found the right pace. "My seed is just the first of many you'll take for the next couple of days. You want to guess my viral load?" "A hundred? Two hundred? One thousand?" "Eighty fucking thousand. I've no doubt that you'll be a part of us very soon." "Fuck yeah. Breed me Sir." They continued fucking for almost 20 minutes. David's expression didn't change once. He was spun. When Uncle was close, he wrapped his arms around David, causing him to lift his ass higher. Uncle hit the perfect spot as droplets of David's precum began to form through the mesh of the jock. Uncle pulled David's cock out of it. "Stroke your cock. I want us to come at the same time. Can you do that?" "Yeah" David was quick. He was halfway. "I'm close Sir" "Keep stroking that cock boy" Their pace increased before Uncle flipped David over to the couch to fuck him in a pile drive. "I'm coming Sir" Not even a few minutes had passed and David came. Uncle felt David's hole contracting against his cock, pushing Uncle to climax moments after. They both panted in unison, drenched in sweat. David looked up to the camera with a smile. The screen faded to black. *** I wished I could've jerk off but my cock was still soft. It was half past 2 and I couldn't sleep. I left the room and let my temptation take over. I climbed up to go to Uncle's room. I saw that his door was ajar from across the hallway. There was also music coming out. I got closer, peeking in to see uncle and someone else double penetrating an Asian twink. Uncle laid on his back and the other guy kneeled behind the twink whose knees were half bent in a squat. I knew I stared too long when Uncle turned his head and saw me. "Looks like we have company. You guys mind if my nephew here takes notes?" The other guys were too spun to verbalize their response. "Take a seat Brad"

I've got a 0g PA but I like to go with a shorter interior diameter so it "hugs" the head of my cock a bit more closely than PAs with a larger interior diameter. I wear a tribal ring PA, so unless I have my screwdriver, it's not coming out 😈. I've been lucky and haven't had any UTIs, but I've had a few times where my PA did come out dirtier than desired.

It is amazing when you have sperm up your hole how much you need more. Every evening after the Bathhouse pozzing I dreamt of being made pregnant again. I had lost all control. I constantly thought about the Poz cum up my ass. I was terrified it would take. I was terrified it wouldn’t. On the second week I waited for the fuck flu like a woman waits to miss her period. I was going to be pregnant. The fear, the stress. 2 weeks exactly ,nothing. I wandered the roads angry and stressed and then I found myself walking to the Bathhouse again. My heart beat faster as I walked in the door. The guy who let me in and pozzed me last time was not there. Someone looking bored hardly looked at me while I paid and handed me a towel. This was a mistake. What the fuck was I doing .? But I kept walking forward. As I walked to the locker room there was small refreshment area and tv screen, that you passed. I walked through quickly only to hear someone loudly whisper to someone “ There is the Poz chaser from a couple of weeks ago. That slut took so much Poz cum it was dripping out his ass. Well and truly converted. Pregnant slut !” I nearly fell over. I blushed to my roots, both ashamed and proud. “ I wonder if he is going to charge up that hot bug chaser in the Steamroom .” My dick went stiff. Then I realised that was the dupe. There was no hot young guy. This just the ruse to get people in. It worked. Here I was, bugchasing poz slut. Outside the Steamroom I smiled to myself, 7 towels. Those Gift givers hadn’t worked out there was no young slut waiting to be fucked Poz. Hopefully I could be helped on my journey. I took off my towel and walked in. What greeted me when I walked in the steam room was completely different from 2 weeks before . There was the heat. But in front of me were lots of shadows all near each other. But it was the noise that overwhelmed me. “Infect him”. “ Poz him” “Charge him with the virus “ “ Make him part of the brotherhood” “I can feel the last of his Neg juices” I walked towards the noise. At first no one noticed me. I could see what looked like a young 20ish guy bent over bench. He was being fucked hard. There was no spot where someone was not near. His ass was being barebacked by an older guy with thin legs and hardly any ass. “ I am going to charge you full of Poz cum ,slut “ he yelled. Then suddenly he pushed forward and held himself there. “ Fuck my babies are in you.” He was hardly out of the young guy before he was replaced by another. I noticed this was the guy who had let me in 2 weeks before. I became erect The guy who had let me in 2 weeks before , must have heard my panting behind him, as he slightly turned around. He smiled broadly. “ Fuck I am cumming .... take that infected Poz cum “and he pushed himself onto the young guy. He took his time standing there over the young man. As he pulled his dick out he loudly said “ The guy behind me was made pregnant by me .and many others a couple of weeks ago. This infected slut is the next guy to Poz the slut beneath me. He went closer to young slut and said “ The slut that is going to infect you is a newbie and probably a bottom. You are going to be charged with his newly infected babies” I was slightly shocked. I was mainly a bottom and though I had fucked some guys , and liked it, I always felt abit insecure but now I positioned myself behind this younger version of myself. This bug chaser who was doing exactly as I had 2 weeks before. I slipped into him. I will say that again. I slipped into the chasing slut. I can’t describe how wet and warm he felt. He was sloppy but tight . I pushed further in ,I was in heaven . I had thought the young slut was not saying much, while he was being charged up, but now I could hear moaning, intermittently with words I could just hear “ Poz .. me ... Please. ..... make me yours “My pace picked up.i could hear the voices around me. “ Poz him, infect him Harder Harder. “ I could feel cum hit my leg as I fucked this slut. Then I felt a hand against my ass. I saw a shape behind me “ Fuck I am a Poz pig slut and I am going to charge a newly infected bitch”Without a moment hesitation he grabbed my ass and drove his hard fat dick into me. I groaned . I was impaled I was in another world. I pushed harder into the young slut. He was more than moaning now. He was almost pleading.” Poz .....infect ...Po.. “it was too much. I felt myself sink into the wet juicy Poz Pussy and start to pump my slut full of my babies. I managed to yell “ Poz “ as I unloaded. Just then I felt the Poz pig push into me . “ Your fucking pregnant” he yelled and pushed into me. I was smiling. I was laughing. I was full of Poz cum and had just made a young slut pregnant. I moved away. Someone took my place it continued. I walked out of the Steamroom. As I walked to the showers,I was not full of shame. I was happy. I felt complete. I started smiling. I still had cum going down my leg. Now I was me. I walked up the stairs and the door. 2 weeks later I received a call . “ Hello “ the voice stuttered. “ Hello” I said .” I am the guy you fucked 2 weeks ago” he said” “ I am sorry to call you but I was told by the guy at the Bathhouse you would be the right person to speak too”. I was silent” I am pregnant” he said. “ So am I “ I replied . There was silence. “ Do you want to meet? “ he said “Yes” I said “At the steamroom in the Bathhouse where we became pregnant. “

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Part One I lived with my dad after my parents split up. Dad did his best and encouraged me to be myself spoiled me and always let me do what I wanted I remember when I was 15 and he found out that I had started smoking, he did not scold me. He let me do what I wanted and I thought I was so cool when I smoked. The only thing was I could not buy my own cigs so dad said he would buy me a pack a week but before too long it was a pack a day and that is what I was smoking. By the time I turned 18, I had a gf but to be honest I was confused by my sexuality I was not turned on by her and most of the time we just argued then kissed and made up but maybe she thought I was a good boy as we did not have sex. On one weekend she invited me to her parents party, she warned me it would be mostly adults and that I would probably be bored but I agreed to tag along not expecting it to be a fun time. I put on a pair of tight jeans that my gf liked me wearing and a t-shirt. As we got near to her parents house she told me to steer clear of her Uncle Stan who she said was gay but also very tactile. Obviously I agreed. Her parents did not approve of smoking and my gf did not smoke so she asked me to refrain. Bummer but I agreed. The house was full of adults with a few guys of our age who were mainly her cousins. I was introduced to her parents and then to a few of her relatives. Most seemed pretty boring asking me what I was studying etc. I was offered a soft drink which I took but as the music got a little louder and people got merrier I noticed that no one seemed to be watching the alcohol which stood on one of the tables. So when my gf was not looking I poured a decent measure of vodka into my soft drink. As the night progressed I got more and more tipsy and more cocky. I was dying for cig so I slipped out of the back door into the garden and as no one was there slipped round the corner of the house where I could not be seen and sparked up. Just as I was deep inhaling and enjoying my smoke a guy appeared and also sparked up. Shit I thought Ive been caught. I went to drop it but the guy says hey dont worry I wont tell on you im having a crafty smoke myself. So we smoked in silence at first and I thought this guy is cool. Have you been smoking long he said, being tipsy I replied cockily yea about a year and a bit, I usually smoke a pack a day so was gasping. A pack a day for someone so young, yea I smiled as I replied and took a deep lungful of smoke to show off. Let me introduce myself I am Uncle Stan. Oh yea nice to meet you. I thought this guy is OK. Ever do anything stronger ? What I replied. Yea like pot or coke. Oh yea I lied. Do you fancy a couple of lines then ? Fuck this guy is cool. Yea cool I said. Ok follow me and he took me into the garden shed. He rolled up a lottery form and got out a small bag containing the coke put a few lines down using a credit card and took a couple of hits. I bent down and did the same. There was a sudden rush and then I started to feel very lively and started giggling. Good isn't it he said, fuck yea I replied. I was high and loving it and more giggling. Then he smiled at me and said your cute aren't you. Am I I laughed, yea you are. With that he placed his hand on my shoulder and then moved his hand down my back.I laughed again and then he moved his hand to my arse. For some reason I did not object. So he moved his hand around my arse and squeezed. Again I did not object but being high I just laughed. Yea your cute alright. He left his hand on my arse and I giggled again. Do you like that he said. Yea I guess I do and laughed. He rubbed his hand in my hair and I just smiled. Then he said we ought to get back, yea I replied and he winked at me. Just as we were leaving the shed he slapped my arse. Yea your cute and I bet a tease and with that we walked back inside. When I got back I found myself giggling and laughing at everything anyone said. What's wrong with you my gf asked. Nothing just having fun. Have you been drinking. Just a little I smirked, well don't drink anymore. She moved off and I went to the buffet to get something to eat and then I felt a hand squeeze my arse again and when i turned to look it was Uncle Stan. I laughed. You do like it don't you. I was confused but yea I did. Fancy some more, what coke, yea why not. So out we went to the shed again. Uncle Stan laid a few more lines and this time I took three hits. Fuck I was a live wire everything tingled. I felt like jumping up and down. Uncle Stan put his arms around me and I just giggled again. I sparked up another cig and felt 12 feet tall. I was the bees knees.. He started to grope me and I just let him. Then he unzipped his pants took out his cock and said hold that and I did. With that there was a knock on the door and it was my gf. Luckily Uncle Stan had zipped himself up but my gf questioned what we were doing. Just talking said Uncle Stan, lets get back. My gf looked at me as if to say she did not believe us. Back in the house I was flying. The music was playing and I started to jump up and down and forgetting where I was took out a cig and sparked up. I was just on my third deep inhale when my gf ran up to me. What the fuck are you doing. Oh I forgot I laughed. With that she started shouting at me and everybody stopped to look. There I was cig in one hand in a non smoking house and glass in the other. I moved backwards away from her lost my balance staggered back and found myself backing into Uncle Stan. I think I had better take him home he said. My gf turned and ran up the stairs leaving me in the centre of the room next to Uncle Stan who had his arm draped over my shoulder. He will be Ok I will see him home he smiled as I smiled back at him and with that I staggered out in the arms of Uncle Stan.

Its almost unheard of this, certainly for me but my last loads were from 3 tops in the Brighton area. Got a message saying there were two horny 50s and a bloke in his 40s who wanted to fuck raw. I'm on Prep and had recently tested clear and the assure me they were the same. They said they wanted to tie my hands behind my back and make me rim and suck before all three would take turns on my arse. I always like being fucked raw in bondage so locked my cock up, pulled on my best boots jeans and tshirt, along with a leather jacket and took a cab to their address not fully expecting anyone to be there to be honest. They were there and while the older two were prob in their 60s, the younger one was fit and all three had big cocks. I was made to strip and was cuffed and then spent the evening taking cock in my mouth and arse and rimming sweaty arse Was tested clear a few weeks later too. 🙂

I have quite a few tattoos over my body and decided it was time to go add a new one. Nothing too big. Over the past year I had lost a bit of weight, and my stomach was finally getting flatter. Not a six pack by any means, but flat enough to put something there while I kept working on it. I had recently moved to this suburb just out of Melbourne and wasn’t familiar with the area, so I simply searched online for the closest one. There was a guy a few blocks from me who had lots of good reviews, and he tattooed out of a purpose built shed in his back yard. This sounded perfect as a few of the ones I got previously were in large open spaces with multiple tattoo artists all working. I set up an initial appointment to just look at some art and ideas first. The tattoo guy’s name was Ross. I turned up and followed the signs along the side of the house to a fancy shed at the back. Ross met me at the door to the shed, and I was blown away by his looks. He would have been in his late 20’s I guessed. He was wearing a white singlet and tight jeans. He was about six foot tall; footballers build with legs that looked like they could snap me in half. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and was clean shaven. He clearly worked out. He had what looked like softly hairy chest with blonde hair with lots of tattoos under the hair and obviously he was inked all over. I hesitated in shock and awe as he reached out his hand and introduced himself with a sexy yet cheeky smile clearing checking me from head to toe. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. I was wearing a singlet also and some cargo shorts. I am only 5’7” tall so Ross seemed to tower over me. As he shook my hand, he motioned me inside the shed which was a very professional setup. At one end of the shed was his desk and lots of books and photo albums and pictures on the wall. At the other end was the tattoo equipment and chair/table. I took a seat, and Ross grabbed his stool on wheels and rolled up quite close to me as he grabbed a few photo albums. “I can see you have quite a few tattoos already. What did you have in mind this time?” he said. I mentioned I had been working hard to lose weight and training and was feeling better about my body, so I wanted to get something to show a bit of that off. “You’re looking good mate. Show me all the tats you have and maybe we can work something out from that theme.” I laughed and explained I have a few in some more discreet places that would be out of reach as I took my singlet off. Ross looked at me with a glint in his eye and was caressing the tattoos on my torso and arms which was far more sensual than I was expecting. “Don’t be shy, I need to see them all to get an idea of your mindset”. “I can’t unfortunately as I would need to take my shorts off” I responded laughing. “We are both dudes here, no need to be shy. Or do you want me to take them off for you?” he said with a cheeky grin. Before I could respond he grabbed my cargo shorts and pulled them down to my ankles revelling my white jocks. Without even asking he grabbed my hips and spun me around to reveal the tattoos on my arse. A picture of a small pig smiling on one cheek and the word pig on the other cheek with the end of the “g” turning into an arrow point to my arsehole. He started feeling and touching the tattoos on my arse and I was immediately starting to get hard and ooze precum causing a wet patch on my jock pouch. “Hmmm, I think I am getting an idea now”. He lingered touching my arse for a while. Then broke free suddenly. Standing up he says as though normal and matter of fact, “Nice, you can pull them up. I have an idea for you”. I pulled my shorts up thinking had I got this wrong by some chance? Watching him search his books he had an unmistaken bulge in his jeans. I tried not to stare, but he caught me looking a few times. He came back and sat directly facing me on his stool, legs spready nicely displaying his bulge and held a photo album. But he never opens the album. This time his knee was now touching mine he was so close. He reached across and touched my hand saying, “don’t worry, you’re in good company” and smiled. He then explains, “I am going to go out on a limb and assume by your arse tats you like to be bred?”. I smiled slightly embarrassed, “Yeah, I guess. What my species would call a pig bottom”. Ross then looks me in the eyes, “you mean our species” smiling. “So just how much of a pig bottom are you? I mean, given what I am looking at, you must have plenty of contributors”. “Not as many or much as I would like to be honest. But things are looking up since losing the weight. So, hoping more soon.” I say. Ross then moves his hand to my knee and caresses it slowly, “so how much of a pig”? “To be honest, I would consider myself a no limits pig at this point. After what I would say is many years of limited opportunities, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do.” Ross rolls back a bit from me displaying a large bulge in his jeans and says, “well I have an idea for your next tattoo, and if you are up for it, I will do it for free. Hear me out. Then I want you to go home and think about it and call me with your decision and we can start the process”. “I’m listening”. Ross then stands up directly in front of me. Clearly an eight inch plus cock is trying to escape his tight jeans. He proceeds to take his singlet off. Standing in front of me is nothing short of a dream. My eyes scan his chiselled chest with a eagle spread across his chest covered by a beautiful spattering of blonde hair. As my eyes move down his body they rest on a biohazard tattoo on his right inner thigh just above his pant line about two inches by two inches with the number 2 in the centre. I am fixated on the tattoo. “Touch it” he says. I begin to caress the tattoo using all my self-control not to keep going to his bulge. “What’s the number 2 mean”? I ask. Ross puts his hand on mine to keep it on his tattoo and explains, “That means I was the second person that the guy who knocked me up infected successfully.” It felt like we stayed in that moment forever before he said, “My tally is 7. If I was to give you a similar tattoo, it would have a number 8.” Ross then pulls me up and slowly kisses me with his tongue invading my mouth. Breaking the kiss he says, “would you like to be number 8?” I begin to answer him, but he puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. “No. Don’t answer now. I want you to go home and think about it. Joining the family is a big step. I want you to go home and think about it first. It is a process, and you need to be committed.” He says. I nod and he removes his hand. “Tell me the process and I will go home and think about it.” Right then I knew my answer. But I wanted to respect his process. This is a man no reasonable gay bottom would pass up an opportunity to be fucked by. Ross begins to explain, “Ok. If you decide yes, then this is how it goes. You go get a test to make sure you are negative. You will need to bring that with you next time. I have never gone on meds, and my viral load is super high, so I am nice and toxic. You will come over after work on a Friday evening after work. Clear your calendar for that weekend, because you will spend the entire weekend with me. We will hang out, dinners, movies etc, and you will spend 2 nights with me. I will fuck and breed you every chance I get over the weekend. You will go home on the Sunday evening. Then every night that week you will drop by for 15 minutes, and I will pump a load in you every night that week. During this time, you can’t let anyone else fuck you. You are mine to knock up. There can be no question about it being me.” “After Thursday night, I will give you Friday and Saturday off for a break. Then come over Sunday after dinner and I will pump another load in you and then we will do a home test. If the test is negative, then you take the week off, and come over the following Friday for another weekend like the first. We keep doing the 2-week routine until the job is done.” “Once the test is positive and job is confirmed done, I will give you your own tattoo with the number eight indicating the 8th person I have knocked up for free.” I am trying to take it all in but keep getting lost at the thought of spending a weekend with this guy. Maybe more than one. “Finally, we need to be clear on one thing. Whenever you spend the weekend with me, you will be my boyfriend for the weekend. I will fuck the living daylights out of you, but I will also make sure you feel special the whole time. But when the job is done and you have your tattoo, that’s it. Job done and no further contact. You will just be a number to me.” My brain is racing at this point. My instinct is to blurt out “where do I sign up” but I respect his process. Ross leans in and kisses me again and says, “Now head off and think about it and call me when you make a decision.” I get dressed again and leave. I get in my car and drive about one block away before pulling over and calling him. Ross answers, “what took you so long” and laughs. I respond with, “when can we start?”. Ross: “get your test and results and come over next Friday after work. Bring a change of clothes for the weekend and we will get started.” To be continued…

They were my gateway to Poppers and sucking cock. I remember spending a night in Chariots Waterloo (London) when I missed the last train home after a gig and didn't want to wait in the cold for the first train of the morning (at least a good 4 hours) . I was so drunk and bought two bottles of poppers, laid down in the room that had the small screens and was more or less molested all night (which I totally loved, btw). Had guys feeling me up (inside and out). I hadn't been fucked at that point and surprised nobody tried...it's not like I could've put up much of a fight. Great times.

Great story! Love the idea of placing a trap for neg guys.

Sounds novel..... 🙂

I got a hotel outside of DTLA, did pretty good about 15 showed up. I usually do ok around town, I did very well in Palm Springs at 541.

Not meant to be a rhetorical question, but what metrics do you think we could hold Trump accountable for, in terms of keeping his promises (whether you think they are hideous promises or not)? And then, also adding whether the promises are good? Here are some thoughts: 1) Trump has often said he's against war and nation-building and in favor of letting other countries be successful on their own without US money and firearms. Has he said this consistently enough (without at the same time saying the opposite of this) to consider it a "promise"? If so, was it a good promise that will move the country in a better direction? 2) Trump has been pretty clear about illegal immigration. Is this a campaign "promise" that can be measured? A good promise? 3) Trump has been pretty clear that military standards are very low and that improving performance is more important than female and trans participation in the military. Is this a "promise"? A good "promise"? 4) Trump has said he wants to cut spending. Is this a "promise"? A good "promise"? 5) Trump has said he's strongly in favor of free speech? "Promise"? "Good" promise? 6) Make America Healthy Again, promise? good? If not these, are there any other discernible "promises" he has made that can be used to determine success measures?

Hot! You seems like a fun guy.

Ollie looked up to Mark as he was a lot closer to Ollies age and they soon hit it off and were regular fuck buddies. Mark was heavy into the leather scene and heavy into drugs and wanted Ollie to join him. Ollie was by far the youngest and much to Ollies Dads annoyance Ollie shaved his head had tatts but also got heavily into drugs. Both Stan and Louis warned Ollie about Mark but Ollie was infatuated by Mark and wanted to be him. " Dont listen to them they are old farts " Mark told him. Ollie loved chemsex parties and was taking raw cock from anybody who cared to fuck him. Mark was delighted to see how Ollie was developing he encouraged him to be more and more adventurous and when once on ketamine Ollie was so relaxed that Mark showed him how to take fist. Mark was so into risky sex that he started to take Ollie cottaging and cruising and just loved to see Ollie while high as a kite being fucked by anon guys. It was about 3 months since the dungeon fuck session and after taking many anon loads Ollie fell ill he discovered that he had HIV. Mark was delighted. The clinic provided Ollie with meds but Mark who was already poz and not on meds talked him out of it. Meds are for wimps Mark told him so Ollie stopped taking them. " Ollie you got it from someone so gift it " . Ollie was getting more and more cocky and sexually driven and one weekend when his Dad was away for the weekend Ollie hosted a leather party. Drugs were everywhere and Ollie by this time was having to be regularly fixed which Mark saw to. Ollie was so spaced out , he knew he was poz so no longer gave a toss. He only told of his status if asked, Mark was telling guys that Ollie was negative. Much to his Dads concern he noticed that Ollie was smoking far more but also either seemed high or sleepy. He talked to Ollie about it but Ollie assured him he wasnt taking anything and that he was fine. The party at Ollies which Mark had encouraged was full of about 20 guys in leather a whoop went up as Ollie at 18 who had been snorting coke allowed Mark to tie a rubber strap around Ollies arm and slowly inject him. Ollie felt the rush and then totally relaxed allowed several guys to unload in him. He just wanted his ass to be pummeled " fuck me fuck ,me " he shouted . Soon cigarette butts started to be trodden into the carpet powder spilled onto tables and cabinets The drug material was on open display. Guys were fucking each other and then Ollie. Two young guys who said they were negative told Ollie that they didnt take prep because they only fucked with condoms but were soon fucking or taking cock raw. " Yea the only way is raw " Mark told them. Mark loved the depravity of it and loved that he had converted young Ollie into his thinking. Now Ollies ass had been heavily used Mark inserted a large dildo into it. Then proceeded to fist him. Ollies eyes rolled but he loved it. Soon he was taking more cock . At about midnight with the party in full swing his Dad walked in to the sight of 20 guys in leather fucking each other and with Ollie laid on his back with Mark punching his hole while Ollie was shouting " yea harder harder ".

Hey Billy88666- thanks for the kind words. I am technically prostate cancer" free" as of the Jan and April labs, tho monitoring will always need to be done. As for speaking up- gay men used to have a saying at the darkest point of the AIDS crisis [Silence = Death] I was like a TV tele evangelist after my diagnosis talking openly and frankly to the guys I hang out with for coffee or in other forums. As a result, the husband of one man approached me and asked me to talk with his husband, who had just gotten diagnosed. Another man came up a couple months into my journey and began asking questions , he had just failed a PSA test. I believe all people can share and educate each other in so many aspects of living, and in our sharing we not only help, but also grow . as for men getting checked- for fucks sake guys- DO IT! At least once a year after you get past 45 . Keep a log year to year of the PSA number and IF you suddenly see a jump, but it is still below 4, realize riding a bike, or a hard cock, or dildo(s) ( or any other anal insertable item ) or jacking off or even a workout at the gym the day or two before the blood draw can elevate your PSA without it being due to cancer cells. Now for the sad/bad news- the one bright spot for all of us bottoms and a prostate exam- the " physicians handshake" , or the doc digging his finger up your ass for a rub on the prostate, is a fading method of diagnosis. Most docs try to get it over with quickly to spare the man embarrassment or " distress" and can easily miss even a raised bump if they don't happen to press on the spot. PSA test and a follow up MRI if anything seems out of the norm is the newer standard of investigation.

I like to put my bottom on his back, spread his legs wide apart and hoist his feet back over his shoulders. That position presents his arsehole perfectly and I can get stuck in real deep and seed his guts, so deep that my load stays inside him.

After about 10 minutes, the doctor comes back into the room, and removes the headphones. Telling me, you’ve probably not been able to accept the “gift” from your partner because the virus really needs to get into your bloodstream. He tilts the table head up so I can see better, and takes out what looks like a test tube cleaning brush, but the spines are made of metal. He inserts it into my ass, twisting, turning, pumping in and out until it’s dripping with blood. Now that’s a more receptive hole he said. But we like to be thorough and make sure you get at least two entry points for the virus. He puts a rubber band around my upper arm, and cleans off one of my surface veins. The assistant brings over a portable intravenous stand. The doctor inserts an IV into my arm and connects a bag that’s got a slightly clear yet reddish colour. This is one of our special formulas for your conversation therapy. It’s a mixture of saline fluid to keep you hydrated, it also contains a healthy dose of Tina to keep you spun at the right level all the time, and half a litre of HIV infected blood. He then pulls out a small syringe and injects into the IV feed tube what I now know was a very strong dose of Tina. My head rolls back as the sudden rush hits me. I believe you’re ready for the first breeding room now. The doctor and assistant pull me off the table, and bringing the IV stand, I’m walked down the hall to the next room. More to come soon.

As a top I like a guy on all 4s I can put my arms round him and pull him down on my cock when I spunk

The verbal nasty shit really gets me off so easily when I’m getting my throat or hole destroyed by a big brown or black pipe

When I was a teen (my cousin is 3 years older) made me give him some blowjobs when I stayed at his place. We were in the same school and, as he was a tall sport guy (boxing) and family, he was the only one I told about the bullying I was enduring. I think I was looking for some shelter or protection and, as we had this "connection" (he even did fuck me 2 or 3 times), I naively thought he would make it stop. He never did anything except becoming friends with on of my bullies. I ve always admired the strong and successful men he became. Years later, as I was with my first boyfriend, at a family party, he tricked us both, me and my boyfriend, into wanting to give him a two head blowjob. He was still single at the time but dating the girl he since then married. Everything started because we had a discussion about the difference between straight and gay couples. He stated gays were not faithful and we stated we were and that there were no difference between gays and straight when it come to being faithful. When we were about to blow him (we had all drank too much) he stopped it saying he had his point and that gays would do anything for dick. When I finished with that boyfriend, he joked about the shame of not having let us blow him that night as he liked my ex and now he was gone and he d have no more occasion to. Now he s married with children and he a fucking sexy dad. He confessed to me once that he sometimes gets head from gays, but very rarely. He cheats on his wife with another woman, too. Last year, I got fucked and abused by another younger cousin which I found on a dating app. Straight but fucks gays for money. I paid. I told this story here in another forum.

ISO deep throat no gag bottoms to breed and seed...

Love discovering a load up past that deep ring, so when entering you don't realize he's been bred until you muscle in deep and then all of a sudden your cock is very warm and wet as you break the seal. SO makes me wanna fuck so much more and harder, but ya, my cock is gonna displace some of that jizz for sure. But maybe the process of grinding it around in there makes more of that load "soak in" so to speak. Fucking style matters of course - long strokes full in and out - definitely pull more of that load out. Bucking that bottom nice and deep and just muscling in and out of that deep ring, staying in fairly deep the whole time, is way less messy and keeps more of the jizz in. Like a bit of both myself - its really hot to pull out and see your veiny manhood soaked in the other guys load. Definitely gonna make sure I "top him off" before I'm done though. Imagine both loads are on an equal enough playing field.

I fucking LOVE eating ass before I fuck it. And I don't mean a quick 2 minute tongue-up-the-butt thing. I mean long, serious, aggressive ass eating. I'm surprised not all guys are into it. What are your thoughts guys?

Well, i have one like that, as you can see in the pic of my pierced meat, but haven’t fucked with it 😉 i’m a 99% bottom, although i would like to experiment with my PA, and even try how it feels as a top once 🙂

Fuckin'☣️ink~! November 29 to December 8 2024 guest of InnLeather. I'll be at many of the events. Is buying the Pass($300) worth it? buy Trimix package? and where to eat? Wood love to hear from other pigs in FTL and travelers. Thanks

Chapter 8 – Steven in Control Chapters 1 through 7 recount a session with my buddy, Steven, and a new guy named Jason. Steven and I have played together a lot, but Jason was new to me. I had lusted after him at the gym but never expected that we’d be naked, spun, and engaging in hard ass play. But here we were! Now, Steven just took charge of a knot dildo that I’ve been using on myself after blowing some clouds. Steven and I have played a lot, but I would never tire of his face and body. When he’s working my ass over, his face is very expressive, and I can see the appreciation and pleasure written all over it. It’s really sexy, and we make a great team. I was happy to let Steven drive the dildo. He knows how to make my ass feel great, and we’ve gotten into some serious depth and width play together. Now, he was playing with the dildo in my ass. He had embedded it as deep as it could go and was spinning it around inside me. Since the knot is not consistent all around the toy, this enabled me to feel the knot expanding new areas of my ass. Jason, meanwhile, had roused himself from the bed. He was blowing some clouds and walked over to the sling. He took a huge hit and placed his mouth over mine. We shotgunned the smoke back and forth, and then he shared some with Steven. He did this several more times, getting us all well spun. Of course, I had just smoked a good bit more than them, so it was hitting me hard. This only made me hornier and sluttier. Jason walked back to the bed to put down the pipe and torch. Damn, that was one fine ass! He came back and fed me his cock again. Now, I was being dildoed by Steven and sucking on Jason’s cock. It wasn’t hard, but it was still a pleasant mouthful. Steven had moved on from spinning the dildo around to using the knot to exit and then immediately re-enter my ass. It felt great and I was having a wonderful time. Steven took the toy out and told Jason to feed me some poppers. With his cock still in my mouth, Jason held the bottle under my nose while I inhaled the fumes. He took a few hits, too, before putting the bottle down. Then, I felt Steven’s hand at my ass. He went in with a fist. He drove his fist deep, then pulled it back out. He went in with a fist again and pulled it back out. Steven pummeled my ass with both fists, steadily increasing the speed. My ass was loving his actions, and I reflexively reached down to spread it as wide as it could go, giving him the best access possible. Jason’s cock was still in my mouth, but my moaning and muttering was preventing me from really sucking it. Steven slowed the fist fucking. Neither of us could take that level of intensity for long. I looked down at him between my legs and was gratified to see the look of intensity and pleasure in his eyes. He smiled back at me, both of us knowing that we had achieved a peak level of sluttiness. He had his arm deep in my ass now and was slowly twisting and flexing his hand. When he’d extend his fingers, he was able to go a little deeper. Each time he did that, he crawled further into my ass until he was in up to his elbow. My ass was pulsing with pleasure, and my cock was dribbling out a steady stream of precum. When he’d pull his fingers back into a fist, he’d apply additional pressure to the walls of my ass. Between the extension allowing him to slither deeper and the flexing back creating a sense of fullness, my ass was being stimulated like never before. Jason was watching Steven work over my ass. He reached for the poppers and held the open bottle under my nose. Like a good bottom, I snorted the fumes and held them in. They both knew that I would go wild on Steven’s arm (probably at the expense of sucking Jason’s cock) once the rush hit me. It hit, and I went feral. I was moving my ass around in the sling, letting Steven’s hand reach all the areas inside my ass. I threw my head back, ignoring Jason’s dick, and let out some grunts, groans, and a sustained “Fuuuuuuuck!” It was amazing to be penetrated so deeply by one sexy man as another sexy guy looked on. I looked up at Jason, and he smiled broadly. He nodded his head at me, encouraging me to ride the wave of sensations coursing through my body. Eventually, the rush wore off and I slowed the movements of my body. I was drained and just laid back in the sling, letting it support me. Steven’s hand was still inside me, but he had pulled it back to a more normal depth. He was looking at me with that great intensity and passion that always turns me on, and we smiled and then laughed together. We only hit this level of intensity on rare occasions, and it was always special when it happened. Steven fisted me a bit more, but his arm was tiring out. Rather than have Jason take over control of my hole, I suggested that Steven put a butt plug in me, and then he could get in the sling. He happily agreed and prepped a plug for my ass.

Getting a PA and stretching it to 00 gauge has been one of my favorite things I've changed about myself. Not just in having sex with a partner, but also in a constant reminder that I'm kinky and love it!

I was at Pig week for the first time but only for part of the week, 11/29-12/3. I had a pretty good time even though I was suffering from a sinus infection. I still managed to get out and have some fun and get fucked! The first event I went to was the Circus party at the Manor complex. It was an awesome party and the highlight of the week for me. I got there around 9pm and went straight to the clothes check line. I checked my shirt, tights and phone and just wore a pink assless singlet. I went to the bar for a drink and then headed to the dance floor to shake my ass. After dancing for a bit, I headed upstairs and there were guys fucking and sucking everywhere. Some guys were in the slings and others bent over the bar. I found a spot in the corner and bent over a chair offering my ass up for guys to fuck. I had previously prelubed my hole and was ready to take cocks and loads. I took a hit of poppers and then felt some guy shove his cock all the way in my cunt. He pounded my hole for a few minutes then said he was shooting his poz load in my cunt! As soon as he pulled out, another guy sunk his cock in my willing cunt and unloaded in me. With two loads in I decided to take a break and get another drink at the downstairs bar. I then went back out to the dance floor hoping to get fucked there by some more guys. There was a stage at the front of the dance floor with guys bent over taking cocks. I found a spot to bend over and offered my ass up for more cocks and loads. I ended up taking 4 more cocks and loads and my cunt was now pretty sloppy and wrecked! I went to the Eagle bar on Friday night and a pool party at a resort on Saturday afternoon and stripped down to just a jock at both of those events. I was fucked and filled by 3 more guys in the darkroom at the Eagle and 2 guys at the pool party. Since this was my first time at Pig week I wasn't sure what to expect and kind of used this trip to feel it out. Unfortunately, I didn't get to any of the sex clubs but I plan to next year. There are so many events scheduled you have to kind of pick and choose what to attend. I don't think I could do all 10 days but I highly recommend going for part of it! Especially if you are into sleazy, slutty and anonymous pig sex, I can't wait to go again next year!

I enjoyed the fuck bench up stairs in the back, fucked in middle of the hot mess upstairs and best wast getting banged hard while lined up along the stage.

I had been getting fucked by this twenty-something horny top hairdresser on a semi-regular basis. He always produced a condom when we got down to it. Sometimes during sex we’d mention fantasies either of us had to kinda feed into our play. On more than a couple occasions I mentioned taking multiple raw cocks as a fantasy as I had only been taken bare once. Otherwise, all prior had been wrapped. Well this particular time with him started no different. I was on a lounge chair, on my back, legs up, impaled with his just-under 8” covered cock. About 10 minutes in he pulls out leaving my hungry hole empty. I give him the “what’s up?” Look and tell him to shove it back in. He’s looking me in the eyes and I hear a snap. I look down and he took off the condom. I ask the question with the obvious answer, “ are you gonna fuck me bareback?” He places that cock at my opening and makes it disappear inside me. Within 2 minutes he’s deep seeding me while looking directly in my eyes. Pleasure and relief on both our faces. Yea… he never wrapped up with me again.

6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."

Congrats on your breeding. Great story