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Just before we got home, Justin messaged Bret about getting things started. We invited him to come over later, and he was actually a bit relieved that K&K were off overnight in another city having a session with a new group of guys who Grant had said were all going to be beefy Greeks, Italians and such. That meant that Justin would be broken in with just me and Bret, and he was pleased with that. He was fucking nervous when he arrived, so we got him to chill out a bit with a few drinks. “It’s gold-plated silver” he said, when I asked about the big thick chain he was wearing. “Remember when my nan died?” “Yeah” Bret said. “She left me some money” he said. “Should have fucking saved it, but I got wasted and don’t even remember being on Etsy. Thought I’d been hacked or some shit, and then this turned up. Never had the fucking nerve to wear it, but didn’t want to sell it either.” “It looks amazing on you” said Bret. “Fuck what people think. When you’re not in uniform, I want you fucking wearing it.” “OK” said Justin, grinning. “Let me see it without your T-shirt” I said. He glanced at me, but then stood up from the sofa and peeled off his top. He stood in front of us flexing his muscles, the gold chain shining on his neck and chest. “Fuck” said Bret. “You are so fucking sexy.” “Amen” I added. “You think so?” said Justin. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Get those fucking jeans off” Bret said. This began a few minutes of us getting Justin fully naked, enjoying looking at his sculpted body, amazing arm and torso tatts, and the kilo of metal around his neck. His buttocks and legs were amazing too, and I salivated at his thick, hardening cock. “We’re going to fuck you now” said Bret. “Please” whispered Justin. We steered him into our room, and got him to lie down on Bret’s bed. We both then stripped naked too, and I saw Justin lick his lips a bit. “One last time” said Bret. “You sure about this?” “Yes” said Justin. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” Bret got down on his knees beside the bed, and pushed Justin’s legs up so he could lean in and start rimming his hole. I climbed up on the bed in a position where I could take hold of Justin’s ankles, leaving Bret’s hands free to also begin fingering his friend. This position also put my hard cock close to Justin’s face, and as I hoped, he began to gently lick and suck me. He moaned as Bret slowly opened him up, gently rubbing his own cock throughout. The foreplay went on for a lot longer than I was used to, but Bret finally pulled back and stood up. He told Justin to turn over, and after a bit of all of us moving around, Bret was kneeling behind him while he was now fully swallowing my cock. He held it in his mouth and moaned around it as Bret slowly but steadily pushed inside him. “You feel amazing” Bret whispered. “Fuck me” Justin said, muffled by my cock. Bret began to thrust, and Justin moaned constantly as he sucked and swallowed me. This was one of those fucks where Bret really held back, just going at a good rhythm without pounding too hard, and Justin loved it. He arched his back, and took in each thrust with an appreciative groan. He particularly loved when Bret started pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, which I could identify with as I love that too. But eventually he began thrusting a bit harder and faster, and I knew what was coming. “You ready for this load Justin?” he growled. “Yes, breed me!” Justin moaned around my cock. “You ready for this poz load?” Bret yelled. “Fucking give it to me!” Justin yelled back after letting my cock drop out of his mouth. “Here it fucking comes” Bret growled, before slamming in and groaning. His whole body pulsed as he came inside Justin. “Oh fuck yeah” Justin sighed, his own body clenching as he squeezed his hole on Bret. For my turn I got Justin on his back, where he could put his head on the mattress and clean off Bret’s cock while I held back his legs and slid into him. I went hard and fast from the outset, so fucking turned on looking down at his six pack, pecs, bulging tatted biceps and that amazing gold chain. He moaned and groaned until I slammed in and added a second toxic load to his hole. For the rest of the night me and Bret took it in turns to breed Justin, in all positions, in all parts of the flat, with breaks for drinks, cigarettes, snacks or whatever else. At one point I lay down so Justin could fuck me missionary, with Bret sliding inside him at the same time. It was so hot to be looking up at his gorgeous face, seeing him respond to each thrust into him while he worked hard to give me a good fuck, his big chain swaying back and forth. He was so completely into it, loving letting himself go so he could just enjoy being with guys. “I guess I could wear a balaclava” he said, while we were sitting having a smoke in the kitchen. “What?” Bret asked. “In those videos” he said. “If I had my face covered, you know, I could get fucked by all those guys and not worry about it.” “You want to be in a video?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You guys have fucked me like ten times or something tonight and I still want more. Reckon I might be good at getting gang fucked like you guys are.” “What is it with this estate?” he chuckled. “Too long here and we all just turn into cumdumps.” “Too fucking long being married is what fucking did it” said Bret. “Need to get that fucking divorce done so I can just be free for taking cock.” “You not a top anymore then?” I asked. “Shame, coz you’re so fucking good at it.” “Nah” said Justin, “will give as good as I take. Don’t worry.” To prove it, after one more round of breeding him, we went to bed with Justin in the middle, Bret’s cock inside him while his was inside me. It was a tight fit in the bed, but it felt kind of right too. I’d always liked Justin, and he had my back a bit when we were younger, distracting Bret or the others if they were being particularly shitty to me. Maybe there was room for him here? The next morning we fucked two more loads into him, and then Bret bent over and took a pounding from Justin. I slid inside the cummy hole and fucked my brother while Justin took a shower, and then headed off back to his mum’s. Bret and I were a bit quiet for a while, but then he asked me what I thought about Justin. I knew he was feeling a bit torn, so I encouraged him to just have an honest conversation with me about it all. We eventually agreed to see how things went, and that we’d keep being honest with each other, but that we were both wondering about whether Justin might actually be part of something with us in the future. We knew for sure that J was in love with Bret, probably always had been, and that was something we wanted to think about some more. K&K were disappointed to have missed Justin’s first poz breedings, but we promised they’d be involved in the next round. We then got them to tell us all about their night, which had been pretty wild. The men had all been really muscular and hairy, and had loved how smooth and muscular the twins were. They had been thrown around like dolls for nearly seven hours, taking everything that the men could give. Grant had told them most of the men were in fact negative, but loved fucking younger poz guys with all the risks and kinks that involved. Kane and Kieron both really fucking enjoyed it, and said we should join in next time. Justin was back two nights later, but I had to let it all start without me while I worked my shift at the Dragon. By the time I got back, the twins had already managed to start double-fucking the hunky policeman, and his hole was gaping and dripping cum. I added a quick load to the mix, then gave him a longer fuck in my bed later. The twins alternated his hole for a while, with Justin buried inside Bret the whole time, and later on I was also the top in a chain with Bret being the bottom. “I can’t help it bruv” Bret quietly said to me in the early hours, while Justin was on all fours in the living room with a twin in each end. “I just feel like I want him.” “It’s OK Bret” I said. “I get it. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.” “I love you” he said. “I do.” “I know you do” I said, lifting up my left hand and shaking it in front of him. “You gave me this, didn’t you?” “I did” he said, smiling. “So we’re cool, OK?” I said, taking hold of his arm. “We’re cool” he said. “Well, I’m not actually. I’m really fucking horny.” “Then come fuck me bruv” I said, giving him a wink. I got down on all fours next to Justin, and Bret went behind me and slid inside. He started pounding me, and my moans right next to his head caused Justin to let go of Kieron’s cock and turn to face me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then awkwardly leaned towards each other and began to kiss. Kane and Bret went in sync, and Justin and I began to properly snog each other as we were fucked. We then pulled apart and gazed at each other, before Kieron wedged his cock between us. For the rest of that fuck we kissed and licked Kieron’s dick from opposite sides, until he yanked it back and then blew onto Justin’s face. Bret and Kane came in us just seconds later. That night, I was the big spoon, with Bret in the middle and his own dick inside Justin. Kane and Kieron didn’t want to feel left out, so slept in Bret’s bed together. For some reason Kane wanted to be the one with a dick inside him for a change, and Kieron jumped at the chance to bury himself in his brother. They woke us up twice in the night as Kieron properly fucked Kane, though on the second go we were horny enough to have some fun too so Bret just slid himself back and forth on the mattress until the loads were spilled. Justin was round every day that week, though the time depended on when he was on duty. He and I had a couple of one-on-one sessions while Bret was out doing a first and then second interview at a gym, and I know the two of them were fucking like bunnies while I was behind the bar in the evenings. Justin even took a spit-roast from K&K, but he mostly seemed to want to be me with and/or Bret. When we were alone, me and Bret talked about it all, and he seemed really relieved that I was starting to think about Justin as being more than just a friend, which I truly was. I knew there would always be something between them that was different, but that was fine with me as I was getting more of Bret than I ever expected. Besides, that guy Shane at the bar had made me realise there was still a lot of fun to be had out there, and as much as I loved Bret, I kind of wanted it to be OK for me to go off and do things with other guys. Justin had just started to get more into talking about how the video stuff could work for him when he began to feel sick. Bret wasn’t starting at the gym for another week, so he decided to care for Justin at our place. He rang J’s mum to tell her he was probably too sick to get home, but that he had a bed of his own and he would be looked after. She came round a few times which meant we had to clean up the place a bit first, but she didn’t make a fuss and was actually glad someone was looking out for her boy as she needed to hold down her latest temp job at Tesco so she had a chance at something permanent. I helped out, as did Kane and Kieron, but Bret wanted to do most of it. He did want me in bed with him still though, always behind and inside of him so he could still see that Justin was OK. It was actually probably the least bad fuck flu we had seen, and Justin was getting better in no time. He wanted to get tested to confirm though, something none of us had actually done, so Bret took him off to a clinic. Justin was a fucking horny animal after he converted, with Bret and me both taking a lot of quick and rough poundings from him over the last two days before he went back to police duty. He confessed he was actually shit scared about it, because he had to produce a sick note for such a long absence. Kane jumped in on this, ringing Grant for help and managing to get Justin an appointment with a doctor who was one of the guys who sometimes got involved in the gangbangs. He signed off a sick note saying it was Covid, so Justin could go back to work and not have to out himself to anyone there. In return, Grant wanted to meet Justin which was not a problem, as in his horned-up state J had fully got on board with just wearing a mask or something to hide his face. I knew Grant would love to do something involving a hunky policeman on the down low getting gang poz fucked, so it was all going to work out well. Things settled down a bit, and though Justin was still living with his mum, he spent every night with us. Bret started working at the gym, and came home on his first day to report the owner had fucked him after seeing his evolving poz-themed ink. “Gonna be earning a load more there if I let him and some of the members fuck me” he said, “or if I fuck them.” “You up for that?” I asked. “Never say no to a cock” he replied, smiling at me. “Fuck no” I laughed. This was how it was. I loved Bret, he loved me. Justin loved Bret, and I now just knew that Bret loved Justin. I kind of worshipped Justin a bit, and he had gone all protective over me again even though I didn’t need protecting from anything anymore. It just worked, and we were all relaxed enough to know we could fuck around with other people, do Grant’s videos, and just have any fucking fun we wanted, without it being a problem. The only problem was space. Well, that was one of the only problems. The other one was Dad. They were making some progress with him, and he was going to be home someday. But now there were a couple and a throuple living there, fucking like rabbits, all gay, and mostly brothers. There was no way this was going to work, not with us having all got so free with each other. We couldn’t see any way out of it though, until Justin came home one evening. He was in a bit of a state, needing a few whiskies and cigarettes before he could talk. He made all four of us sit down with him in the kitchen. “There was an accident” he said. “On the dual carriageway. A lorry went out of control and hit another car.” “And?” asked Kane, looking nervous. “The car got crushed between the lorry and a bridge pylon” said Justin. “They had no hope.” “Who?” asked Kieron. Justin looked at him, and then turned to me. He took my hand, and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Luke, I’m so sorry” he said. “It was Stan and Winston in the car.” I stared at him, and then looked at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were open-mouthed, whilst Bret was just staring at the table with tears forming in his own eyes. “What?” I asked Justin. “No. It can’t have been. It can’t have been.” “I’m sorry Luke” he said. “I wish it wasn’t true.” I stared at him, as I felt Bret’s arm go round my shoulder. Then I just began to sob, with Justin moving round to put his hand on my leg to comfort me. Bret squeezed me tight, holding my head to his, and I could see Kane and Kieron were also crying. We had all lost two guys who had our backs, who had protected us from our own father when we younger, and who had helped us be ourselves now. But I was the closest to them, feeling like they were my friends as well as maybe my uncles or something. I could not cope with them being gone. Over the next couple of days we found out there was no family on either side, and no-one to even organise their funeral. Justin got us in touch with their solicitor, and we took over sorting out a proper farewell for them. Brian and Sheila helped out, sad to lose a couple of regulars who had always been friendly to them, and after the cremation we had the wake at the Dragon. It was there that the solicitor asked to speak to me alone, and Brian let us use his small office behind the bar. I asked if Bret could join us, which was deemed OK. I sat with Bret’s hand on my shoulder as the solicitor revealed that there really was no family, not even distant nieces or nephews. Stan was an only child, and Winston’s only sister had died of an overdose at 25 before having any kids. The parents were gone, and there were no living aunts or uncles. He told me all this as he said they had to check in cases where a will had been changed recently, which confused you. “Mr Ballard” the solicitor said, “a few weeks ago they both wrote new wills, leaving you as their sole heir once they were both gone.” “What?” I squealed. “Me?!” “Yes” he said. “I queried it with them when they came in to see me, and they told me about the years of looking out for you and your brothers, as well as your friendship as adults. They said you were the one who took care of them, and that they wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the future. They were thinking ten or twenty years from now, but sadly here we are.” I just sat and gaped at him. “I had no idea” I eventually said. “No” said the solicitor. “Well, anyway, everything checked out so there are no concerns with executing their wills as instructed. It will take some time to deal with the deed on the flat, and even longer for the insurance on the car and their life policies, but…” “What do you mean the flat?” I said. “Don’t flats just go back to the Council when someone dies?” “Mr Ballard” he said, “they bought the flat under Right To Buy years ago, and the mortgage is fully paid.” “What?” I squealed again. “That’s right” he said. “You’ve got inheritance tax to deal with on it of course, but from what I can see, their life policies, the insurance on the car, and any claim you file for wrongful death against the lorry driver and haulage company should more than cover that, even if HMRC want their normal punitive interest rate on any delay deal while probate is sorted.” His words had stopped meaning anything, and Bret stepped in. “Mr Harris, would it be OK if we came to see you to finish this?” Bret said. “I think my brother is a bit upset, so it might be better if we came to talk to you later this week.” “Yes, of course” he replied. “Can we bring someone else who understands all this sort of thing more than we do?” Bret asked. “By all means” said the solicitor. “Just don’t delay too much, as we do need to start talking to HMRC soon.” “That’s fine” Bret said, before walking the solicitor out. “Bruv” he said, when he came back in. “How about you don’t think about this now, OK?” “What?” I asked. “Look” he said, “let’s go back out there and give those two old geezers the send-off they fucking deserve. Then I’ll call Grant and see if he can help us with talking to that guy about all this shit.” I nodded, and we went back outside into the pub. I managed to silence my thoughts, and was able to join in with telling stories and laughing. Later on it was just us brothers sitting outside with Justin, and we told more stories to him about all the other things with Stan and Winston that we would never have talked about in front of Brian, Sheila and all the other regulars. I cried a lot as I thought about my friends and what had happened to them, and Bret held me tight for the rest of the night. But underneath it all I felt like I could hear Stan and Winston talking to me, telling me it was going to be OK, that they were OK, and that they’d always be there looking out for us Ballard boys. With what they had done, even though I didn’t understand everything the solicitor had said, I knew it too. It hurt, I missed them, but they were always going to be there watching over us in a way. Through my tears and the pain, I smiled.

Justin was just staring at the table, clutching his glass of whisky. “Mate, say something” said Bret, but the silence continued. “I think we fucking broke him” said Kieron. “J?” I said, reaching over and touching his shoulder. “So, you mean…” he began, before pausing again. “Yeah?” said Bret. “You mean” Justin said again, “you was poz when I fucked you?” “Yeah” said Bret. “Mate, it ain’t that risky” I said. “I fucked him three times” Justin said, looking at me, “and I swallowed his load.” “You did?” I asked, smiling. “Fuck” Justin sighed. “You’re fine” I responded. “Those ain’t too risky like I said, and you’d have it by now anyway if you had caught it.” “Maybe I do” Justin said. “You had the flu lately?” Kieron asked. “No, why?” replied Justin, looking up at him. “You get flu when you convert” Kieron said. “If you’d caught it, you would have been fucking sick. You ain’t been, so you’re fine.” “Oh” said Justin. “So you all…” “Yep” I said. “All went through that.” Justin went quiet again, and after a while Bret reached over and put his hand on his friend’s. Justin still just sat there, but then sort of nodded that seemed to say he was OK with what we’d all said. He then started to ask questions about the stuff we did with Grant, how we had sort of ended up as two fraternal couples, and other stuff to fill in all the blanks. After that, he went quiet again, smoking a cigarette in silence while knocking back another couple of whiskies. “I can’t do those films” he said, “I’d get fucking fired.” “Woah!” said Bret. “We never said…” “I know” said Justin. “But fuck this. You guys all mess around with other guys, right?” “Yeah” I replied. “Why?” “Then fucking mess around with me” Justin said, before looking at each of us in turn. “Mate, we’re poz” Bret said. “Yeah” said Justin, “I know. But fuck it. I’m not gonna be getting married again or having kids. I know that now. I’m gay. I wanna be gay. I want you guys to show me how to do it.” “Mate…” Bret began. “Please Bret” said Justin, looking at my brother with pleading eyes. “I’m serious. I was waiting for you to get home so I could tell you that I want you guys to help me finally get fucking comfortable with all this. I know what you’ve told me and I get it, but I don’t care.” “You ever bottomed?” Kane said out of the blue, causing Kieron to whack him in the stomach. “Ignore him…” Bret started saying. “No” said Justin, “it’s OK. Yeah, I have.” “You have?” Bret asked, his eyes wide. “Yeah” said Justin. “Mr Hennessy.” “From school?” I asked. “Yeah” said Justin. “I don’t mean at school or nothing. He goes to the same gym as me.” “And?” asked Kane. “He, er…” said Justin. “He fucks me sometimes.” “What?!” said Bret. Justin began to tell us about meeting our old PE teacher at the gym, and the complements he’d get from him on how toned and muscular he now was. It had started getting more intimate, until the first time Mr Hennessy had sucked Justin off in the toilets. Justin returned the favour a few days later, and then a couple of days after that he’d given up his arse. “He always uses condoms” Justin said. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I like it when it’s happening” Justin replied, “but when I get outside my head gets all fucking messed up. I’m married for fuck’s sake.” “It’s OK” said Bret, reaching over again to take Justin’s hand. “No, it’s fucking not” said Justin. “I want to be OK with it because I really fucking enjoy it when it’s happening. That’s why I want you guys to help me.” “You could go on prep” I said. “You can fuck around with us but not get pozzed.” Justin stared at Bret’s hand holding his, and then shook his head. “No” he said. “I think I want to just be free like you guys are. Besides…” “Besides what?” asked Kieron. Justin looked up at him, and a big grin formed on his face. “Besides” he said again, “you know those fucking tattoos are gonna look so much better on me than on your pale-arsed bodies.” Bret threw his head back and laughed out loud, and we all joined in after a couple of seconds of staring at Justin with open mouths. “Fuck you” laughed Kane. “Yeah” said Justin. “Fuck me. I want you to.” Maybe things might have gone further that night, but we four brothers were actually fucking knackered after the gangbang, and Justin did have to work the next day. But he stayed over, sleeping in Bret’s bed while me and my brother cuddled together in mine. The next day he just put on his police gear, saying he’d shower and put on a fresh top at the station, and he headed off before K&K had got up. Me and Bret went back to bed and slept a bit more, before we woke up both a bit horny. Bret rolled me onto my back and then slid down on my cock, and we stared into each other’s eyes as he rode me until we both blew. We had arranged with the tattoo guy to get started straight away on our new stuff, and for the next few days we all took it in turns to go to his studio in town to have things done. It was going to take ages for Bret’s to be finished, but I got so horny each time he came back with more outline or filler on his skin, covered up with plastic. Showering was hard work, but we had to try as we were getting into a sweaty mess several times a day from the amount we were fucking. Bret was like an animal the day I came back with studs in my nipples, and again when the guy helped me put on the heavy silver hoops Grant had bought me. Grant himself met me and Bret at the studio on one of the days when we’d gone in together, so the guy could finish putting the filler in my new torso ink before working some more on Bret’s back. The barracks video had exploded, and Grant handed Bret an envelope with a huge wad of cash inside. He said there would be more to come, and he thought the gangbang might be even bigger once it was up. “Perfect timing on the cash” Bret said to me as we left the studio later. “Why?” I asked. “Got to go pick something up” he said, as he turned a different direction to where I thought we’d be going to get home. “What?” I asked. “You’ll see” he replied, smiling. We marched towards the shops, and Bret steered us to a gay bar with a big beer garden. He got me a pint, then told me to wait there while he went off to sort whatever it was. I was confused, but did as he asked. I lit up a cigarette and started playing with my phone, enjoying all the looks I was getting from the other guys sitting out there. “Nice chains” a guy suddenly said, as he sat down at the table opposite me. “You look familiar.” I thought he was taking the piss a bit just sitting down without asking, so I decided not to hold back. “You like watching brothers fucking on video then” I said. “Oh” he replied, his eyes widening. “You’re one of them.” “Yep” I said. “You a fan?” “Fuck” said the guy. “But yeah, I am.” He was maybe about Bret’s age, and was actually really good looking. Blond hair, styled stubble that looked a bit ginger, and nice biceps and pecs showing through his tight T-shirt. “You poz?” I asked, still not holding back. “No” he replied, before he looked around a bit and then leaned over with a smirk forming on his face. “Not yet” he said, speaking quietly. “Chasing?” I asked. “Maybe” he said, still smirking. “Cool” I replied. “Give me your number then, but I got to talk to my brother first.” “Oh?” he said. “You need his permission to have fun or something?” “He’s my fucking boyfriend too” I replied, feeling like I didn’t care about saying it out loud. “Fuck me” said the guy. “Seriously?” “Yeah, you got a fucking problem with that?” I asked, but smiling to show I wasn’t being aggressive. “Fuck no” he said. “That’s fucking hot.” He told me he was called Shane, and gave me his number and Grindr handle. He then went back to his friends, and I lit up another cigarette. I just fiddled with my phone as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The air was warm and the evening sun was coming through some trees, and I noticed a couple of guys a few tables over had taken off their tops and were letting the rays hit their skin, and I decided to do the same. I pulled off my T-shirt, and then just sat there with my biohazards and chains on display, along with my growing muscles after all that time at the outdoor gym I was doing with Bret. I loved the attention. He finally came back, holding a posh white paper bag along with a couple more pints he’d picked up at the bar. He smirked at my toplessness, and then as soon as he had sat down he pulled off his own T-shirt. “We could so score here” I said to him. “Already got one guy’s number.” “Slut” Bret said, smiling at me. “He’s chasing” I replied, smiling back at him. “Hot as fuck too. Could be fun.” “Count me in” Bret said. We chatted as we each smoked a cigarette and drank some of our pints, and then after stubbing our Bret reached for the paper bag. He brought out two small white boxes, and put them down. He opened them up facing him, and then took one of them and presented it to me. Inside was a massive silver ring that was really similar to the ones Grant had got us all. “What’s this?” I asked, staring at it. “Take it” he said. I lifted the ring out of the box, which he then put down. He took the ring from me, and held it up so I could see the inside. I saw the initials BLB were engraved there, and I looked up at him. “What?” I asked. “Bret and Luke Ballard” he said. He grabbed the other box and opened it, and there was exactly the same ring in there too but slightly wider. He put it down facing me, and then reached over and took hold of my left hand. He held it out towards him, and then slowly slid the first ring onto me. “I love you Luke” he said to me, as our eyes met. I knew what I had to do, and so picked up the other ring from its box. He held his left hand out to me, and I slid it onto his finger. “I love you too Bret” I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes. “Don’t cry” he whispered. We sat staring at each other, before we let go and put both our hands flat on the table. “One on each hand” Bret said. “Looks more balanced, innit.” I chuckled, then looked up at him. “When did you become such a big softy?” I asked. “Dunno” he said, “but fuck it, I’m happy.” “So am I” I replied. We finished up our drinks, grabbed our tops and stuffed them into the waistbands of our shirts, and then brazenly took each other’s hand after we’d stood up. We walked topless through the bar and out onto the street, unconcerned who saw us or what they thought, and then strolled hand in hand down to the bus stop to make our way home.

Daddy came back and said we should take a break. we all took turns making out and groping each other we went to the kitchen and ate something. I wasn’t really hungry but they insisted and I guess it made sense I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had eaten anything then they pulled out some joints and gave me some sleeping pills they said I would need the rest we all went back to the bed, the jock removed the sling and they sandwiched me between them and I fell asleep pretty soon snuggling with them happy as fuck —- When I woke up the next morning, the jock wasn’t around and daddy asked if I wanted to go on a business trip with him, I said yes, I had work but I was thinking only of getting high and having sex and I was sure if I stuck with daddy I would have both We showered and got dressed and headed to the airport he got two tickets to Portland Oregon and by the end of the day we had left California and arrived at a hotel near the airport part of me was wondering how I was going to pay rent, how long we would be here but a louder part was wondering when I could smoke some and get fucked daddy had been on the phone and when we got to the hotel he told me to shower and clean out when I got out of the shower there was a Hispanic dude hanging out with him and they were loading a pipe daddy motioned for me to get closer and passed me the pipe we took turns taking hits and I started to get hornier by the second daddy told me I was to go with the dude and to obey every instruction he gave me that I was going to earn my keep I asked if I could keep smoking and whether I could get fucked, they both grinned and said that was the plan I followed the dude who’s name was Marco and we got in his car and he drove us to a porn store in SE Portland, before we went in he put on a jacket and checked the contents of several pockets this store had both arcade booths and a theater. He paid the cover for both of us for the theater. when we went in there were two large screens playing different kinds of porn, three couches where there were two guys stroking their rather large dicks, they saw us and nodded hi along the back wall there were several doors to booths and Marco led me to one of them once in there he produced a bottle of Gatorade and told me to take a large swallow then he sat me in one of the two chairs and said we told people you are going to be here the place is going to get busy and all the guys are coming to fuck you anyone that wants you is going to get you this is your life now he then told me to get naked and to sit back down “I’m going to slam you now, this is a lot stronger than anything you’ve done before, it will make you really horny” he asked for my arm and tied a tourniquet above the bicep, he produced this syringe and I saw him put meth in it back filling it until it was at the 0.4 mark and then took out a bottle of water and filled in the rest with it he rolled it on his hands and pretty soon the meth had melted and he asked me ”ready?” I was nervous but also turned on I could feel the grimy sticky floor on my bare feet, smell the pungent smell of sweat and sex, this store was filthy, the sound of the porn movies this was all intoxicating

I used to be married. So out of respect for her sexual health - I used condoms. When we divorced I met my ex. Needed a place to stay. He had a room for rent. He was being treated for HIV and was on the cocktail. Within a year, we liked one another and quickly settled into U=U unprotected sex. He loved to shoot all over my face or in my mouth. Regardless of whether we sucked and/or fucked. It was his turn on. He was into facials. When I fucked him, I always blew in his ass. He said he could feel it. But he was always paranoid about the HIV thing. So, we decided to find a hung top to fuck me and him record it. He wanted to see another guy blow his load all over my face or ass. I had other ideas. A couple of months after we moved in together, we decided to find a top that would fuck me raw and shoot all over my hole etc.... We ended up hooking up with a guy 20 years younger than me. He was into Business Execs/Daddies and I filled both his fantasies. He loved both of dressing up in suits/ties/shoes and recording us. We recorded many sessions with him, but the first was the best. We were dressed for oral sex. Both in jocks under our suit pants. We kissed and sucked face and semi undressed one another. I eventually sucked his thick uncut cock and my partner sucked my asshole and slowly jerked me off. The next part of the recording changes to him raw dogging me doggy style. He is throwing a good hard fuck into me and we are talking dirty like crazy. " Daddy/Hairy Otter son stuff. Telling him I wanted to feel his cum in my hole. He fucked harder. The video got noisier with our sweaty bodies slamming against one another. Him asking me if I'm ready for his load? Me telling him to shoot his load deep in guts. " And voila. He started groaning funny (a sound I later learned after many good fucks was his 3 second-to-cum moan. Grin). I could feel his cock erupt. Oh ya. He shot like a cannon. He then surprised both of us by pulling out and shooting 2-3 really nice big shots on the OUTSIDE of my hole, and slamming back into my second hole to churn up what was already there. The best part is I ended up with the entire fuck scene on video, with all the sound. You could also hear his wet cock in the sound track. I still jerk off to that video. I can FEEL the cum when I hear his moan and watch his hips. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hot as Fuck. First raw load in one year. And all recorded.

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

I had just got my driver’s license - dying to get used for the first time. Horny every second, desperate to know what a real man’s cum felt like inside me. Found this filthy arcade next to a straight strip club - guys slipping in before heading home to their wives. My first load? Through a gloryhole. He pushed his cock through - his wedding ring catching the light as he held the base like he owned me. Seven inches, nothing outrageous, but back then? My virgin hole was so tight it felt like it was ripping me open. He worked me slow, fighting my grip until finally that cock was buried to the hilt. Then it happened - thick, molten cum flooding my guts, pulsing so deep I swear I tasted it. Silent the whole time. Just his heat pouring into me. That rush - the way my cunt clenched around him - fucked my brain completely. That cum… God, it was seductive. Sweet, heavy, and so satisfying it made me feel the way a real cunt should feel—owned, used, full. I walked out dripping, shaky, starving for more. I thought I’d be satisfied for a while, but I was wrong. I was back the next day. And the day after. That first breeding wasn’t just a fuck - it rewired me. What was your first time like when you got pumped full and your hole just… woke up?

Add to that the video cabin cruise clubs, like Connection Shop in Fuggerstrasse - can be interesting early evening as there's an 'after work' crowd when guys go home. I've not done Jaxx - although I have tried - they said I was too old (42 at the time). Bull is always good on any day of the week (as it is open 24/7) and best after midnight. Ajpnia do a Wednesday evening - and if you're kink/fetish oriented then Bose Buben have events most days of the week with different themes. Would avoid cruising in the parks - there has been a lot of trouble lately and I can speak from personal experience of being attacked/beaten by three guys in Tiergarten on a Tuesday night. My go-to for planning is Siegessaeule Magazine - they have an English page with events that goes quite far into the future: [think before following links] https://www.siegessaeule.de/en/events/

Was given a free pass from the husband last weekend and it came at a perfect time when a friend from college was in town. I met him at his hotel room overlooking the banks (riverfront area in Cincinnati). He never liked to give head but when I told him I didn't bring lube or poppers, he dropped to his knees. The head was only about 2 minutes long but it didn't matter as we both wanted one thing. Actually, we wanted multiple things (loads). I left happy and sated.

Intro Welcome to Suburbia! I’m Alec, an early 30s guy living with my husband, Carl, in the sprawl of Eastern Virginia. Its one of those places where the property prices are expensive but without a cool and groovy city vibe. So minimal chances of random hookups with hot gays!! The majority of our neighbors are hetero, married and keep themselves to themselves. As for me, I’m coming to the end of an intensive few years of studying for a business degree as well as working full time. Its been tough, especially with a lack of time for the things I want to do. I love my husband very much but I also want to get some excitement back in to my life. As long as I can remember I’ve done what been expected of me… study hard, work hard, save hard… making the “right” choices. I’m kinda done with all that now. I want to explore my sexuality, be a bit reckless and just live my live for me and not what others expect of me. I’ve never cheated on my husband but I crave the feeling of kissing another guy, dropping to my knees and getting them hard in my mouth before letting them fuck me. My husband and I celebrated Independence Day at home. Just a chilled one as he has a business trip coming up so most of the day was laundry and chores. He was showering as I took some shirts upstairs to help with his packing. His case was open and next to it was a washbag I’ve never seen before. Curiously I opened it to reveal a new bottle of poppers, a cockring, lube, several jockstraps and a half used bottle of PREP. I just froze. He’s planning to cheat on me on his trip and has probably been cheating on me for as long as we’ve been married. I had to get out so I grabbed my running stuff and left to clear my head, spurred on by a mixture of rage, jealousy, anger and…. Horniness

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

I was watching (something) on TV .. from what I understood - there's different elements to this .. some just want to have the name list released (though whether there is one or isn't clear .. there was .. now there isn't .. who knows) - regardless of who is on it - Dem or Rep - they want the names released so everyone knows who the [banned word]/pedos are. The problem with that is (from what i understood) there are a LOT of names on the files that have nothing to do with the sex issues - some are just people who met Epstein at some event .. 2 of his now staff use to spew conspiracy theories - and now they're part of his staff - and are saying "no conspiracies" - no name lists - and it's now a credibility issue Trump also sometimes says stuff "off the cuff" - and he wanted everything released .. now .. not so much .. and you pull in Bondi who really has to learn how to speak clearly and precisely - and the water muddies .. that and anytime you deal with Trump the water muddies .. So .. they've pretty much dug their own holes .. and the very strict/far right MAGAs just want everything released. And with Trump saying no and making negative comments about them - the party is fracturing .. Just my 2 cents .. which is worth nothing cuz i'm not MAGA and to me it's interesting to watch all the infighting ..

The best I can figure out, is that they are sure the contents will confirm one or more of the conspiracies that they have been believing and promoting. Some of the MAGA focus their devotion on His Orange Hindness as their savior, other members of MAGA are clearly devoted more to the conspiracies and are ready to reject Trump if he fails to confirm. I've said before, in this forum and others that MAGA isn't as monolithic as it superficially appears to be. I'm not even going to guess what this does to them as a coalition, every time I try to apply any kind of logic or reason to their coalition they prove me wrong.

Same here. I never felt the semen being ejaculated inside me but definitely have felt it with those unexpected cum farts. The man's swimmers being aborted from my ass is usually the most tangible sign of being bred.

I had to tag along with my brother and his friends cuz my dad made him bring me. So my brother ended up ditching me but his to friends said I could hang with them. All I remember was being in their car and given stuff to drink. Suddenly came to and my brothers best friend was fucking my virgin hole and his much other brother was fucking my throat. One of them said, hes awake. But I smiled and they both grinned and called me a cumslut. And the guy fn me got so aroused that me went so deep it went thru that second hole but literally felt him shooting so much cum inside me then the brother started shooting down my throat I swear it came out my nose lol. Lets just say I was there lil secret cum dump for the next 6 years.

For me it was a pleasurable experience. It was pre aids, and the only "lube" anyone spoke about was vaseline. I'd already been experimenting with various objects to insert in myself but was far from "stretched". It was the daddy that had been grooming me for months. I'd wanted him for a long time and had some close encounters but always chickened out and left. Which was starting to piss him off. This time he'd rang the company where I'd worked(pre mobiles too) to return a book ged lent me. So in the evening I went at tge stated time to where ge was house sitting. I rang the bell and he answered the door in just a dressing gown. when I entered the hallway he let his gown fall open and I saw the most beautiful mature man cock I'd ever seen. Straight , hard pointing up ready for action. He took my hand and put it around his cock. Now I too was so hard and excited. I couldn't help myself. I got to my knees and took hi. in my mouth. God I was horny. he picked me up and took me int the living room. He helped me undress and bent me over tge end of the sofa. He opened the baseline and lubed my hole. All the time telling me to be calm an relax. He made me calm and gently entered my virgin asshole. I think because he was a experienced top it did relax me. No need for condoms then. I really enjoyed my first fuck and enjoyed the thrill of a man Cummings in me. So even if you're not prepared physically a good top will make it a pleasurable experience for you. Enjoy.

This is interesting. It’s listed as 4 parts on Nifty but part 4 does say that it’s the 3rd of the chronicles. This story definitely helped with getting me interested and getting me to where I am now. It’s got me curious as to what happened next to Blake and Gus, especially after Con showed up. Even if he doesn’t decide to share. Please let him know that he has many fans out there that have enjoyed it for years.

Saw the topic and dropped down the rabbit hole. 15.5 New DL, ABS, I was a computer geek but this was DARPANET days with Mainframes and Terminals Commodore had not yet hit the market, Trash 80's were still unattainable. If you went to the Queen City of the Ozarks you might find a BlueBoy, Heavy Metal Magazine was about as gay as you could find in Grocery Stores. the sleazy ABS was a whole new world, then I found the Video Arcade and though who would game in a place with some much published porn and amazing toys. Then My Eyes were truly opened, what I had 'discovered' at an unmentionable age with some of my closet friends had been discovered by others, note, that only the highest tech smut stores had video, Most was 8mm 'film'. Ah, those were the days.

My first fucks were with my teammates and buddies from the neighborhood. I felt their bodies shivering and spasming, but I’m not sure I felt anything up my ass. The first time getting fucked by an adult I was 15. It was the counter clerk at the ABS I was visiting. We went to his home and the first time he fucked me I felt his dick spasming. He stayed hard, and kept it in my ass. Within a few minutes he was pounding again and that second time I’m convinced I felt the spurts of cum. from then on, obviously I feel the dick spasming as a guy unloads. And I’m guessing at least 1/3 of the time I also feel the come spraying my insides.

For me penetrative sex determines it. Anal virginity (bottom) and penetrative virginity with your dick (top). I also agree that cum has to be shared for it to be 100% authentic, though the condom fuck technically counts, I guess. I guess other forms of sex are some kind of bases or levels, but I think the most important one is always going to be involving fucking as it defines you being inside someone (or have someone inside you) and you can kiss, interact, etc. it’s more intimate for this reason than blowjobs or other sexual acts. Then again one can have further levels of gay virginity associated with certain acts: like orgy, going to a darkroom, gloryhole, double penetration, … 😉

Stan and Winston’s flat reminded me of my gran’s place, looking like something out of the 1970s. It smelt of smoke, and everything was old and frayed. There were pictures up everywhere of the two of them when they were younger, and I realised how thin they had both become in their older years. “We can’t afford much this week” Stan said. “What?” I asked, a bit distracted by one of the pictures in which they were both looking really fit and handsome. “He said we’re a bit broke” said Winston, “so we can’t afford much.” “Oh” I said. “I don’t care. Here all night if you want me, whatever.” “What?” asked Stan. “I said whatever” I replied. “Give me what you can, but I don’t care really.” “You mean you want…” Stan began. “Yeah” I said. “Not saying it will always be like this, but tonight I just want to get fucked.” They both looked at me with open mouths, so I decided to show them I was serious. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, throwing them on the patchy carpet, bending over briefly to get my gigs and lighter out of my jeans. Then I walked into their bedroom, and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wiggling my arse at them as they stood out in the hallway looking at me. “Come on and fuck me” I said. They quickly rushed into the room, and stripped themselves naked too. They were both thin and unhealthy looking, but their cocks were huge. Each of them had a tattoo above their cocks of that danger symbol, which looked fucking hot to me. Stan came round to my front and got on his knees, and I took his dick into my mouth and began to suck. Winston went behind and fingered me for a moment, before he put his cock against my hole. I wiggled my arse a bit, and he took the hint and began to push in. I was soon being slammed full of old man dick at both ends, realising I would do this all the time whether they could pay me or not. Neither of them lasted long, before I was swallowing one load while the other one went in my hole. They both collapsed panting on the bed, and I got up and grabbed my cigs. There was an ashtray beside the bed, so I just lit up in there. “Love your tatts” I said, looking down at them both. “You going to get one of your own?” Stan asked. “Maybe” I said. “What does it mean?” They looked at each other, then up at me. “Don’t you know?” asked Winston. “Well, it’s like danger or something isn’t it?” I said. “Biohazard” Stan said. “Cool” I said. “Why do so many men get ink like that?” “They don’t” said Winston. “Well” I said, before taking a big inhale of my cig, “loads of the guys who fuck my brothers do.” The two of them looked at each other again. “Have, er” Stan began. “Have your brothers had the flu?” “Yeah, a while back” I replied. “Why?” Well” Winston said, “this symbol means a guy is HIV positive.” My jaw dropped open and my stomach tightened. “Other guys use scorpions, spiders, plus signs, and things like that” said Stan. “But it all means the same thing.” Holy fucking shit. The guys who had just blown in me were poz. The guys last night were poz. “Why did you ask about the flu?” I asked, once my brain had processed that I’d been fucked with poz cock and filled with poz cum. “Because that probably means they’ve seroconverted” said Stan. “My brothers are poz?” I asked. “Probably” Winston said. “Sounds like they’ve been taking a lot more poz cocks than just ours.” Silence descended for quite a long time after that, while my brain went like crazy and I smoked myself through three cigarettes in a row. I realised my brothers had no idea they had been pozzed, and as shitty as they could be to me, they had no idea they had exposed me too. Then, as I thought more about it, I realised I was hard. After the initial surprise, it was clear this was turning me on. “Fuck” I said. “I’m fucking hard.” “So we see” said Winston. “You want more poz cock?” asked Stan. “Fuck yeah” I growled, diving onto the end of the bed on my front. Stan and Winston fucked me all night. Every time they got tired they’d go off to the bathroom for a bit and then come back with more energy, so I knew they must be doing something in there but I didn’t care. I took every fuck and load like a madman, begging them to put more poz cum in me. I did not know where the fuck this was all coming from, but I wanted it and needed it. My brothers were pozzed, and I wanted to be too. I wanted to be a dirty little cumdump just like they were, or maybe even more. Maybe this was something I could be better at than them, and make more money from. I wanted chains, but bigger. I wanted tatts, but more of them. Brotherly jealousy kept me going all night, and I only went home at about nine the next morning. Stan and Winston were completely fucked out, but I felt like I was just getting started. I had a quick shower at home, then got a fresh jock from Bret’s drawer, put some other clean clothes, and then went back out. I walked down off to the park, and headed for the shitty older toilets at the far side under the trees. Everyone at school used to say you’d get raped if you went in there, so I finally went to see if that was true. They stank and there was shitty graffiti everywhere, but when I looked in the middle stall I knew enough to know it was a gloryhole I was looking at in the wall to the end stall. I went in, locked the door, pulled down my shorts and then just stuck my arse against the hole. I passed the time smoking cigs and playing games on my phone, and then after 20 minutes someone came into the toilet block. I listened to them shuffle around, and then heard them go into the end stall. A finger touching my arse made me jump a bit, but then I felt a cock going between my cheeks. It touched my hole, and I pressed down to let it in. It was short and thick, and felt pretty good as it fucked me. The guy blew in me quickly, and I had another long gap before the next one. That one was really long but quite thin, lasting for ages or maybe just carrying on through a first load to add a second. Someone else was in the block by the time he finished, and I had a third cock up my hole really quickly. This time the man growled about dirty seed and I quietly told him to breed and poz me, meaning he stuck around to give me another load later. Two other guys followed him before he had another go, after which I realised I should probably head back to rest before my pub shift. Still, that was six more loads, at least two of them poz, and I’d found another place I knew I could come to get fucked. Man, I’d become such a dirty fucking cumdump. I loved it. That night Stan and Winston were in again, and they both fucked me out behind the bins when I was on my break. I went back to theirs again after, taking another couple of loads from both of them before I went home in the early hours. I shoved a buttplug up there before I went to sleep, and gave myself a good shafting with the big dildo Kieron had given me the next morning before I showered and went to Nisa. The day dragged on, but at least Stan and Winston were able to see to me out the back of the pub again that night, both during my break and then after closing once Brian was definitely gone. This is how the rest of the week went, until the Friday when I woke up feeling like shit and had to call in sick to both jobs. “You OK bruv” Kane asked, when he and Kieron came into my room that evening. “Converting” I coughed, “like you did.” “What?” Kieron asked. “Google the tattoos” I said, before turning over on my bed and passing out. It was a shitty few days, but I know Kieron was in my room a few times making me drink some water and take tablets. When I finally felt like I could walk again I had the biggest piss of my life, and then staggered into the kitchen to have some toast and water. Kieron heard me and came in too. “Hey” he said. “Dad’s out. You OK?” “Feel like shit” I said, “but better.” He made us both a cup of tea, and then sat down at the table. Neither of us said anything while I slowly munched on the toast and drank the tea, which made me feel so much better. “Kane’s a fucking mess” he said. “Hasn’t left our room.” “What about you?” I eventually asked. “I’m OK” he said. “Guess this was going to happen.” “Did Kane not think about that?” I asked. “No” he said. “Stupid fucker messed around through PSE I guess.” “So you’re OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You?” “Wanted it” I said, before coughing. “You what?” he asked, once I’d calmed down. “Stan and Winston told me what their tatts mean, and then I knew you two already had it” I said. “Found I wanted it.” “You did?!” “Yeah” I said, managing a smirk. “Made me hard. So Stan and Winston have been fucking me whenever they can, and I got some more from guys in the stinky fucking bogs in the park.” “What the fuck…” Kieron said, almost under his breath. “Was fun” I replied. “Like a mission or something.” “You sick fuck” he said, but then grinned at me. “Fucking right” I said. “Now I can take every cock out there and not have to worry.” “Fuck me” Kieron said, laughing out loud. “My little brother’s more of a fucking cumdump slut than I am!” “Fuck yeah” I laughed in response. “Didn’t fucking know it, but I was made to ride cock!” I got much better over the next couple of days, and through talking to him a bit we managed to get Kane out of his rut. He had sort of been thinking he might still meet some girl and go off to be straight, so he was having to deal with actually being fully gay as well as now being infected. Like Kieron he had reacted in shock at finding out I had been trying to get as much poz cock as possible, but I saw him get hard when I talked about it and he was soon into it all a bit more. What really pushed him over is when Kieron and I came home with biohazard symbol trampstamps, and he rushed out the next day to get one himself. They finally got back in touch with Grant, just being honest about what had happened and why they had gone silent on him. He called and said we should all go and see him, so we did that after I convinced Clive to let me off early for once. We took an Uber to town so I had enough time to get back for my shift at the Dragon. “Boys” Grant said, after ushering us in. “Thank you for coming.” His manner was quite different to my first visit. He apologised for not having told us, assuming we were on prep, but said he wasn’t disappointed in the outcome. He liked our trampstamps, but said he wanted more intricate designs for our torsos and arms that he would pay for if we went to someone he knew. We all agreed, before he zeroed in on me. “Your video is our most popular yet, by several orders of magnitude” he said. “I’ll be giving you your money soon, but I wanted to get you something special.” “Oh” I said. “They liked me?” “They are demanding a starring role for you” he said, while pulling a posh paper bag out of a cupboard, “so I’m going to have you with your brothers only some of the time. You’ll be doing solo stuff, if you’re up for it.” “Yes sir” I said. “Anything.” “Good lad” he said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a box. “Here” he said, handing it to me. I opened up the box to reveal a thick silver chain, like what my brothers wore but even heavier. “Fuck me” I said. “I plan to” said Grant, “but put the chain on first.” “That looks so fucking hot on you bruv” Kieron said to me, a few minutes later while we were both leaning over the back of the sofa. Grant was hammering into me, while Kane was fucking his twin like crazy. Kieron had revealed to me that they hadn’t done another scene like that again yet, but back at home they were now having sex a lot. Kane was the top, which Kieron was happy with as it seemed to work for them that way. Even during his rut after finding out about the pozzing, Kane had fucked Kieron at least twice a day, and now that he was more comfortable with it, had got pretty verbal about shooting poz loads into his twin. “So” said Grant, after Kieron and I had been bred, “there’s an older brother too?” “Bret” said Kane. “He’s in the army” I said. “Well, we all know what goes on in the military” said Grant, smirking. “When’s he next on leave?”

Part 13 Knock, knock... I wake up, lying in my clothes on the bed. Again ... knock, knock. " Jake, are you there? Ready for breakfast ?" I can hear someone call my name. It takes a few seconds before I recognize it . It is Leroy…. "Wait a second," I yell as I stand up from the bed. My mind is still racing with thoughts, though my body seems to be relaxed. My feeling of panic has dropped a little. But I'm still full of questions, and my hole... still a bit itchy like it wants another ride... Quickly, I throw my clothes off, grab some deodorant, put a huge amount on me, and jump into some new clothes. My hair is still okay, so I don't really act on that. I slip on my shoes and walk to the door. I open it, and there is Leroy. "Hey, buddy, I missed you last night." He hugs me. "All okay? Did you have fun at the game? "Uhhh…."Uhhh, well, yeah... uhhh, I did... uhhh." Leroy just laughs. "Come on, Jake, we are getting some breakfast." There is a whole new sunny day with a lot of things to do, he smirks. We grab a table in the breakfast room. Leroy is getting some coffee, and I'm looking around. I watch all the guys. Most have shirts on. Not red shirts like yesterday, but their own. They cover up their chests , backs, arms, etc. Some wear long pants, while some wear shorts. I can see some have tattoos, but some seem to cover parts up. I'm looking in a different way to the other guys, like I'm noticing it more. How did I miss this before? Slowly, I stand up to get a plate and take some breakfast. I'm getting some bread, eggs, bacon, etc. I watch how guys smile, laugh, and flirt while getting their breakfast. It looks like everyone is comfortable and looking for their next hookup . Am I? I'm not sure... Are they positive or just a few guys? Is that the game? Or is it all just in my mind ? In a split second, I see Mark. A happy feeling washes over me. He was my first, and I'm really into him, I guess. I want to hook up and date with him again. He might be the lover I want to take back with me. But I do remember his tattoo. I should ask him: is he positive ? Is he toxic, or is it just in my mind? I really don't know what to believe anymore. My mind is just messed up. I guess, because he did share the bed with me, he really likes me too? Or? I guess he does; he fucked me with so much passion. Or? My mind tumbles with thoughts. I'm standing there like a statue, not knowing what to do. A mixed feeling of fear (of the answers I get), excitement , lust, and more that goes through my body and makes it impossible for me to move. Mark walks out; he does not notice me. "Are you okay?" I hear a voice behind me. It's Leroy. "Are you coming to the table and starting your breakfast?" "I... yeah... yeah , I'm coming," and I start to walk back to the table. We are sitting together, eating, but I can't really focus or talk. So Leroy starts to talk to me. "I went to the infirmary yesterday, you know. I got some tests , blood tests , a health check , some vitamins, and an anal examination. They really helped me out. Though they did say my hole and ass had taken some real hard time. They said it was really bruised and ripped inside." "I could have told them that even before," Leroy laughs. "So they told me I have to watch myself, and it gives a lot of options." He's not really specific about it; I just listen. "They gave me some pills for the pain, so I can keep going for the holidays here. They were really nice, Jake." "So how was your roulette game, Jake?" he asks me. I take a sip of my coffee. Where should I start? Should I drop my questions first? Should I tell him what games we played? I'm not sure. So I start to tell him bit by bit about the games and the guys. I try to make it a short version, but I can see in Leroy's eyes that he likes it and is getting a bit horny from it. Meanwhile, he eats his whole plate empty. Leroy, something strange has happened in the roulette game. They all wore red shirts. At the last winning part , they tore their shirts off. Well, you know ... Kaode, the friend I made in there... you know... He was getting really excited and wild. The other bottoms too. They were saying things like... and I started to whisper, breeding , knowingly taking toxic loads, poz-ing up, HIV ? They seemed to get wild from the tattoos the tops had. I don't know if that's for real or just a play... but what if... what if there are more guys like that? Some have the same tattoo as the hotel sign. Leroy started to laugh loudly ... I just watched him with big eyes, wondering what was funny about what I just told him. "Yeah Jake ... that's the purpose of the hotel... that's why we are all here for. " There are some poz toxic guys here. Hopefully most are. We are chasing their loads, trying to get bred by them, trying to take parts from them with us, back home. The tops are meant to spread and breed us. "You didn't know? How the hell did you get here then ? " I'm looking with huge eyes at him... what did Leroy just tell me? Does it mean... what? "Jake," he starts again. "I guess your friend Paul back home did not tell you all then. He was chasing the poz seed I guess. Maybe he got it even before the trip, and that's the reason he got sick... Well , you took enough loads , even in the game; I bet there are some poz loads with it too and got buried deep up your hole. " I'm shocked ... I took poz loads ? I did what? "Yeah, I'm sure you did. If they're toxic? I'm not sure, but I guess you took some. Don't be afraid, don't worry. You took them already, so time will tell. It's too late for that now. Just fuck, like everyone does." I do, while he winks at me. "So... so... so the guys with the biohazard tattoos..." I bring out. "Yeah Jake . They are poz, definitely , and they are proud of it. They should be... it's a sign of potent breeders. A gift they got from their breeders, and they're passing it on. Even the ones with no tattoos probably have it, and it's our job to take it. It's a gift to us." "I'm taking it." Leroy laughs. My mind is spinning . I took loads of poz , knowingly, encouraging them to breed me; I took loads... I took Mark's loads all night. I am... a cum dump... I am a chaser now... and I... I love it... My hole twitches and tickles at the idea. I need more... But my mind is still running with all thoughts. "Think about it," Jake tells me. "And you still have to participate in the games you signed up for." So... there is no running from it. Just take it like the champ and cum dump you are now. He winks at me. I did… tells Leroy. Oh, there is an announcement at the main stage, at the pool, in one hour. You saw the note; you got one on your smartwatch . Did I? I'll be there , then I guess... I'm going to the toilet, Jake; see you at the bar in 20 to 30 minutes ? Okay? "Okay," Leroy, I say to him, still running thoughts in my mind. He walks off, leaving me at the table. Leaving me in thoughts. What the... I'm excited and afraid at the same time. I need to know... Is my crush Mark poz? Is there a way back, or... shall I just keep going and take whatever I can? And is Paul indeed sick of getting poz loads, and from who? From Jason ? No, is he? And if Paul is... why should I worry and not just take whatever I can up my hole ? I feel my hole responding again; it wants another cock... In the meantime…… continuing the story with Leroy. (photo of Leroy, if you dont remember the guy) Leroy stands up from the table, leaving Jake with his breakfast. He's heading out of the breakfast buffet room to the toilets. He's not getting the first toilets; no, he walks down the hall to find some toilets further away. I have seen Mark leaving the breakfast room; he did wink at me. He should be going to the toilets over there, Leroy thinks. He opens the toilet room door and walks in. Yeah, indeed. There he is... Mark. He's just fingering another guy who's bent over at the urinals. Mark has his back to me, so he can't see me enter. He does hear the door and my footsteps , but he just doesn't care. I guess to bussy whit another bottom to fuck... I walk up to him and I clearly see him prepping that bottom boy's hole with his fingers to fuck him. Mark's cock is hanging out, hard and straight forward. I can clearly see the guy has sucked him; his cock is damn shiny and wet. I go and stand next to him, and with my hands, I grab his balls. They are huge and fill up my whole hand. I laugh at him. I have a tighter hole to fill up than this boy, I say loud enough for Mark and the guy to hear. Mark grins , "I know you do, Leroy... and tighter is better. " The boy looks up, a bit mad at what I just told him. "You want another round?" Mark asks me . "If you are up to it, my hole is your playground," I whisper to him. Mark steps back from the boy, getting his fingers out of the boy's ass and pushes them in my mouth. I can taste that guy's hole and I lick them. I really don't care that I taste the guy. "Let's go then," he smiles at me while he pushes me into one of the separated toilets. My back to the toilet, I close the door behind him. Now it is just us two. Within a few seconds, he pulls down my shorts and I take off his shirt. I can see his biohazard tattoo now clearly. It is so fucking hot, I moan, wile I touch his tattoo. His strong hands grip my willing ass and starts to finger me. With my fingers, I'll draw over his biohazard tattoo and then down to his shorts. His cock, rock hard and out of his shorts. I grab his cock and start to masturbate it slowly while I begin to kiss him. His finger is pushing deep into my hole . "I want you in me," I moan, "I want to get your poz load again. " "Make me your boy," I whisper to him. Mark turns me around quickly, with his finger still up my hole . "Get your shirt off, slut," he orders me. I do as I'm told , and then I bend a bit over to spread my ass for him. My head turned to him so I can watch him. "I hope you have a toxic load for me," I wink. "Load me up with that , just as you loaded me before and fucked your date, Jake... " Mark laughs. "I can't tell you if I'm toxic yet; you have to wait until the exposing party. But I am poz..." He puts his cock against my sphincter. I can feel a big, warm, wet pressure. Mark grabs my middle so I can't run, and then he rams it deep in me. Fast , real fast. There is no escape and no time to think. He just pushes it all in within five seconds . It's like I'm getting filled and ripped open, like a turkey. I moan in pleasure and pain real hard. I lose my breath from the intense fuck. "Fuckkkkk ... dammmmm... auchhhh." My hole is getting ripped open again; I can feel it tear. But I let Mark do his job. He roughly fucks me there in the toilet. I have to hold my hands against the back wall of the toilet while Mark is pounding me hard. The pain and pleasure is incredible again. His balls slapping hard against my hole. The toilet room echoes from the slapping sound. fuck, fuck... your deep in me. fuckkkkkk. its so good. You're making me bleed... You're ripping my hole open again , I whimper . But I keep my ass spread and pushed back to give my hole to him. I need to serve him. I'm starting to sweat from intense fucking, excitement, and pain. My hole burns deep inside me every time he pounds his cock in me. I love your cock deep inside me. Your poz pole in me… Fuckkk... I moan loud. My daddy at home will be so proud that I'm taking it all from you... I'm not holding myself in, so anyone in the toilet room can hear me. His cock is pounding deep and hard in me; I can feel it rubbing against my second hole. Mark is not pushing it through yet, which makes me whine a bit every time he pushes against it. He knows what he's doing to make my mind go wild. Then Mark pulls his cock out of my hole and turns me around again. I guess I need to suck him now, but before I know it, he pushes me, causing me to fall down on my back on the toilet Mark grabs my legs and pushes them up onto his shoulders. Then he rams his cock back inside. I yell, "Aahhhhhh. Dammmmm... Fuckkkkkkk." He now pushes deep and true into my second hole. I can feel it split and rip, a sensation of deep and intense burning pain in me. Tears fill my eyes. Mark seems not to care and gets it out again, then pushes it back in, real fast and hard. My head bounces against the wall. Fuck, you're ripping my hole. Fuck , damn... Mark just laughs and nods . He fucks me hard now while I look deep into his eyes. You like my ass more than my friend Jake's ? I moan to him. You're both holes to me, he laughs, but it's hot that I fucked both of you. My hands slide over his body and his tattoo. I want this; I beg him. While I rest my hand on his tattoo , I can feel his cock swell deep inside me. Mark is close to giving me another load. With one hand, I grab his ass to push him even deeper. His cock stings deep in me, ripping my hole open again. I don't care; I want it. I give him permission to cum in me by pulling him in again and again, begging for his sweet load. Mark then trusts deep in me. "Here you go, slut, my cream... I'm cumming... I'm cumming." He starts to moan loudly, while my hand pushes his ass deep against me. I feel his cock swell in me, and then... Load after load, I feel getting shot deep in me-a wet, warm feeling . "Fuckkk ... yeah... fuckk..." He paints, and I pull Mark to me, face to face. "Thank you for your load," I whisper softly , And I kiss him on his lips before I let him stand back up again. "Good slut boy," Mark laughs. That sweet hole got what it deserved. He pulls his shorts up and grabs his shirt. "Keep that load in, boy; take care of it." He then grins , unlocks the door, and walks off , Leaving me lying on the toilet with my legs still high in the air, my hole open and dripping.

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Part 2 Back home by rage had fully subsided. Carl was having an early night as he flight was at a crazy time in the morning. I was chilling with a glass of wine and a TV in the background but paying no attention to what was on. Instead I was on my phone searching for random gay cruising listings. I search hit came up for the “Hit and miss toilets” in the park by the river. Reading the comments it seemed like it was very active up until summer last year and now not so much. Next was to check out some of the hook up sites and apps to see who was around. I purposely avoided Grindr as I was scared that the first profile I’d see on it was Carl’s and I had to keep my focus away from that. After about an hour of a mindlessly scrolling, searching and getting distracted by porn I found some more obscure sites. One was dedicated to finding guys into bareback sex and another one was to share stories of ‘POZ encounters’. Its not something that had ever turned me on but reading the stories in the fiction section got my dick hard and my heart pounding. I even took a blast of poppers whilst reading. Some of the encounters were just mind blowing. I was so horned up by the stories and light headed with the wine I created a profile on the barebacking hookup site, took and uploaded some pics then added a slutty message to my profile text. Even though I have a respectable city job I’m in shape with a lot of running, cycling and weights. I’m no adonis but I’m kinda pleased with my lean build, furry chest and muscular but round ass! After about another 30 mins of checking out various guys (none of whom were nearby) I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention. So I upped the stakes by creating a party listing: “Married Bttm hosting this weekend. Anon. No load refused”. No sooner had I clicked the submit button I must have fallen asleep on the sofa as the next thing I knew was Carl kissing me on the forehead and saying goodbye. I crawled into our bedroom and fell asleep again. Waking up I had the mixture of guilt and horniness. Carl had sent me a message wishing me a good day and how he’ll miss me. My phone also had the barebacking site still open. To my surprise there were over 30 messages! Admittedly several of them were automated pic sharing notifications but still this was more attention than I’ve had in years. There were about 8 requests to join my party listing. Its as this point I decided that I did want to go through with this. I accepted requests, messaged a few of the guys and got several back in return. It was approaching lunch so I took a long shower to ensure I was fully clean outside and in. My favourite mix of porn, poppers and wine helped relax me and get me in the mood. My stomach was in knots as I sent the first guy my address and his immediate reply was “Cool bud, see you in 25mins”. That time passed by so quickly as son enough there was another buzz on my phone “Parked up, let me know when you’re in position”. It took me a moment to comprehend the message then I remembered in my listing it said anon. Not wanting to disappoint I quickly closed the blind, stripped to my jock, unlocked the front door and waited face down on the bed. A simple “Ready” was all it took and seconds later I heard the main door open. Another blast of poppers settled me down as the guy entered our martial bedroom and placed his hands on my hips. “My my my that ass looks even more delicious in person” “Thank you, sir” “Sir… I like that… are you going to be an obedient boy for me” I just made a sound to convey my agreement The guy was older, out of shape but looked well endowed by his profile pics! His hands went to work massaging my back and neck. Commenting on my tension and trying to get me to relax. His tongue was exploring my body and then reached my hole. The way he rimmed me deeply was amazing. Id never had someone eat out my ass like he did. His beard stubble acting as a good sensation against my ass cheeks. A finger with lube was inserted and my hole got worked and loosened “Ready for my dick?” Again I just made a sound. I couldn’t speak as I was just thinking about my husband, how I should be using a condom, how I shouldn’t be doing this at all. So I just lay there. The head of his dick went straight in to my hole. His thickness was amazing, it felt like I was being impaled but I had no desire to push him back. Only the tip was inside me and already it felt unlike any other fuck I’d had. Without hesitation he thrust the rest of his dick inside and began to work my ass. I squirmed, clenched and tried to focus on my breathing to accept this dick by man it was tough to take! He just laughed and told to me relax. “Enjoying it?”, he exclaimed “Oh very, VERY much, Sir” “In that case lets take it to the next level” And with that the ramped up the intensity and started to absolutely bang my ass. There were so many times that I almost asked him to stop but before I could there was a grunt and he just shouted “Fuck yean man” at which point I knew he’d shot his load inside me. He wasn’t waiting around but I had to turn over to get a look at him. “Um thanks man” “No, thank you! That’s one amazing ass. And you look cute face up. I want that ass again…. And soon” He gathered his clothes, dressed and left. My head was spinning. Had I just let this random guy fuck me and I didn’t even think about asking for a condom? He was hot though, a great top, nice build and a cute scorpion tattoo on his hip. My ass was aching after that workout but I knew I wanted more so I reopened the barebacking app to see who else was interested in my extra martial party…

The only thing I used before anal sex was the douche tube when I flushed myself out. I probably should have used dildos but I wanted my friend to have the ultimate feeling inside me. And use lots of lube. Just remember this rule for lube: Too much lube is never enough.When you think you've applied enough apply more. And it will hurt.

would love to join in that as well

"You know what, babe?" the engaged man typed into his phone, his thumbs dancing over the screen with a nervous energy, "I'm just gonna go for a jog after work. Need some me-time." "Okay, love," his fiancée responded, his voice echoing through the phone's speaker, filled with understanding. He stared at the message for a moment, his heart racing. The lie was small, but it felt like a boulder rolling downhill, gaining momentum. "Love you," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. The clock ticked away the seconds, each one feeling like an eternity. His office chair groaned under his weight as he leaned back, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. A few weeks of chatting on Snapchat had led to this, a secret rendezvous in the most unlikely of places: a 60s-style brick public bathroom, the kind in a park that was quiet and discreet enough to play in Finally, the time came. He slipped into the bathroom, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. The room was empty, save for the faint scent of disinfectant and the distant sound of birds. The blindfold was already in his pocket, a gym shirt wrapped up thrilling and terrifying thought all rolled into one. He had never met anyone from the app before for an anonymous hook up, let alone in such a risky location. But there was something about Aussieanon that had him hooked, a magnetic pull that he couldn't ignore - his body 6 pac and thick girthy cock. The bathroom door swung open, the squeak of its hinges piercing the silence. A figure stepped in, tall and broad, filling the space with an unmistakable presence. The engaged man's breath caught in his throat as he couldn’t see anything, not the outline of the person he had been chatting with for weeks. They had agreed to leave the door slightly ajar, a nod to the thrill of potentially being caught. The stranger approached, his heavy boots echoing on the tiles. He was just as the pictures had promised in his mind: a tower of muscle, his skin glistening with a hint of sweat. The engaged man felt his body respond, his cock thickening in his pants. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and fear. "You ready for this?" the stranger growled, his voice a gruff promise of what was to come. The engaged man nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him to his knees. The world around him spun as the blindfold was secured, plunging him into darkness. The scent of leather cleaner filled his nostrils, and a cold bottle was pressed to his nose. "Take a sniff," the stranger instructed, his voice now closer, the anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog. "It'll make it easier." He took a deep breath, the sharp tang of poppers flooding his senses, his inhibitions melting away. The stranger's hand moved to his chin, tilting his head back. "Good boy," he murmured, his spit landing on the engaged man's face, a hot wetness that sent a shiver down his spine. "Open up." The engaged man obeyed, his mouth parting to reveal his eager throat. The stranger's hand slid down, unbuckling the man's belt, unzipping his pants, and freeing his hard cock. It was like a dream, or a nightmare, he couldn't tell which. All he knew was that he was about to break every rule he had ever set for himself, and he was more turned on than he had ever been in his life.

I've narrowed it down. I racially crave men from cultures who make good spicy rice dishes. Latin, Indian or Caribbean.

Got bent over and head down into a couch while my chubby old daddy had his fun. He barely gave it time to stretch and relax before he started pumping his fat cock in me. He had two weeks off and was fully loaded, he used me hard until he grunted his load inside.

Thanks for the reply. Unfortunately, I won't be in Berlin on Sunday. I'll be from Tuesday to Saturday. Which places can I visit to maximize the amount of sex each night? Tuesday night: any recommendations? Wed night: Der Boiler (young night) Thursday: Lab.oratory. Friday: any recommendations?

I’d love it as well. 😈

First off no matter how much time has passed, I’m so sorry for the loss of your brother and the resulting trauma I’m sure you suffered as a result of it. Your post reads like it came directly from my head - you really said it quite succinctly and captured the essence of the time as well. Instead of a sibling I lost scores of best friends, classmates and acquaintances and knew damn well the risks i was taking and tbh that actually made it all that much hotter. Waiting for the test results was torture for years. I was exactly the same. Tricks and Trade, bfs and randoms, thousands of beautiful dicks have graced my lips and hundreds have bred my hole. I might have used protection 5% of the time. I have already posted about being retrovirus resistant which surely saved my life having postponed my infection until it was controllable. eventually I just had to acknowledging that I hate condoms and love being a kinky nasty submissive bottom for brown and black kings and like you let go of any insecurities or shame about it. I get off surrendering, doing what I’m told and submitting myself completely which is in direct conflict with the entire concept of remaining in control to ensure the safety dynamic. I was fortunate to be able to be a little selective and I never did full on anonymous can’t see you, etc, I have a specific type and if you fit it, I was probably gonna get that dick - and I did 99% of the time. somehow miraculously managed to avoid any STDs that I’m aware of and knowing that I was resistant, after the pandemic I let go of any pretense and stopped worrying about it. Fast forward a couple years and a LOT of fantastic dick and I was undetectable on meds less than a month after getting diagnosed. Now I disclose my status and take loads without the guilt 🐷

Hot , i ran to the bathroom at Lowes i sit to pee as i am pierced its just less mess .. so im doing the pp dance as im sitting , the guy in next stall puts his foot under the stall... i was like what? then about 9 inches of cut dick came under... i jumped off toilet and onto that dick ...he fucked me till he blew a load up my hole ... so far none at the Home depot across street.

I live in small town, middle nowhere; dick is scarce and in high demand( at least I do better than most but still woefully short of what I'd like. I was ready to give and go to bed for the night when I see someone new on grinder. No profile so ask him if he tops. He said he"d need to see pics first. I send him a couple of me toying myself and one with a heart shaped princess plug in. He says he really wants to fuck that ass. Sends his pics and such a nice dick; fuck. I tell him please. Invites me to his hotel room, says the tv will be on and door open. Come in and start taking care of this meat. Ask him if he wants me to dress slutty and or be caged. He likes the sound of both. Got to his room ripped off my clothes, and holy shit is he hot. Out of my league fucking hot, younger, with a beautiful dick I went directly to, licked the tip, and then started slowly loving on it. After I deep throated once he pushed my head down and tell me to choke on that dick. He has me sit on his face and rims me while I suck on him for a surprisingly long time. Tells me to turn around, I do, then he says because I'm so good with my mouth and starts kissing me. This guy was so fucking hot, holy fuck. I reach back, grab is perfect sized rock hard dick and put it against my hole and start slowly sinking on it, fuck did it feel good in me. Ride him for a while, I get off him and he tells me to turn around, he's back in me and fucking for the win. Tells me he's getting close. Between moans I tell him to fill me. He starts really giving me the business. Then sinks deep into me and moans: yes!!! I clenched to keep his cum in me but he pulled out quick with and audible plop. Tell mr to clean his dick, which he did not have to tell me. I think I impressed him got how thorough I was, wasnt that cummy though. I tell over on my stomach thinking he's gonna need a break. He goes between my legs and back in me slams into me and pulls out completely several times, I can feel the cum everywhere between my legs fucks me for a short bit and dinks in again with a moan: fuck yes!!!! This time his dick was covered some on his leg, balls, and his bellybotton I licked and licked off every drop. Best fuck of the year.

No did not feel the cum but the pulsiating cock - and some cum down my legs afterwards

What an amazing story. I’m still rocking hard several minutes after reading this. What a great life those brothers have. They are a very special breed of men. They are in three distinctive and privileged brotherhoods. They are in the brotherhood of men who love men and live for mansex and all its joys and pleasures it brings. They are also in an elite subsection of that brotherhood, those with the gift and power to change men into poz brothers. And lastly they are in their exclusive fraternal brotherhood that no one else can be a part of. What a marvelous thing this is.

I hear the door closing, the final click reverberating through the silent room, and my heart stutters in my chest like it's trying to break free. The sound seems to echo in the emptiness, a stark reminder of my utter solitude. The stickiness of their cum is a warm, uncomfortable presence on my thighs, a slow-moving river of their conquest that trickles down to my knees. Each drop feels like a taunt, a silent declaration of what they've done to me. My eyes strain in the pitch black, desperately seeking any semblance of light. The darkness is thick, a suffocating blanket that wraps around me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable than ever. The room is so silent that even my shallow breaths seem to bounce off the walls, returning to me as a muffled echo. The only other sound is the occasional drip of their fluids from my body, a sticky reminder of the depraved act that's just concluded. The air is thick with the musky scent of sex and the faint metallic tang of the chastity cage that now holds my shrunken member captive. As I struggle to regain my composure, the ache in my ass and the heaviness of the buttplug serve as unwelcome souvenirs of the relentless pounding I've just endured. The leather straps dig into my skin, a constant reminder that I'm still bound to this fuckbench, a helpless plaything at the mercy of Manuela and her shemale coven. The fabric of the lingerie feels alien against my skin, clinging to the sticky mess that coats me from their abuse. The blond wig itches, a stark contrast to the smoothness that once was my shaved scalp. Exhaustion slowly begins to win the battle over panic, and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. Despite my best efforts to stay alert, I start to slip into the welcoming embrace of oblivion. The world fades to black, and for a brief moment, I'm free from the horror of my new reality. But the respite is fleeting, as a sudden jolt of pain from the chastity cage snaps me back to consciousness. It feels tighter now, a cruel reminder of the power they wield over me. The metal seems to pulse in time with my heartbeat, a rhythmic throb that sends waves of discomfort through my groin. As my vision adjusts to the dimness, I notice a faint light piercing the darkness. It's a beacon of hope, a lifeline that pulls me back from the brink of despair. Gradually, the light grows stronger, and I squint through the glow to see the silhouette of Manuela standing before me. She's dressed now in a classy but tight dress, one that hugs her voluptuous curves and accentuates her powerful, feminine presence. The light casts an ethereal glow around her, making her appear both angelic and demonic. She's like a vision of beauty wrapped in the cloak of a predator, and I can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as she approaches. Manuela leans in, her full lips curving into a wicked smirk. "I knew you would be a nice bitch," she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes gleam with a sadistic delight, and she runs a long, red-nailed finger over the cage that now defines my manhood. "Me and my friends really liked abusing your ass," she continues, her gaze lingering on my exposed, vulnerable form, "so I think my guests will do the same." With surprising strength, she releases the buckles and the leather straps fall away from my wrists and ankles. The sudden freedom sends a bolt of pain through my limbs, but I'm too scared to move, too stunned by what she's said. The fuckbench beneath me is sticky with lust, and my legs tremble as I attempt to stand. The chastity cage is cold against my skin, a stark reminder of my new role as their party favor. "Come now," Manuela commands, her voice a siren's song that fills the room with a dark allure. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. They're pools of fire, sparkling with excitement and anticipation. "You're going to be the star of the show," she whispers, and for a moment, I almost believe her. "Everyone's waiting for the grand entrance of our little sissy slut." A sense of dread washes over me as she says this, my body going rigid with fear. The idea of being paraded around her party, a living sex toy for their amusement, is too much to bear. But before I can protest, she kicks me squarely between the legs, her stiletto heel digging into the flesh just above the chastity cage. I scream, the pain immediate and intense, and it echoes through the room. She laughs, a sound that's both beautiful and terrifying. "Don't worry, darling," she says, her voice like a knife slicing through my protests, "You'll get used to it. In fact, I think you're going to love it." The room starts to spin as she grabs my arm, hoisting me to my wobbly feet. The buttplug inside me feels like a brand, a declaration of ownership that makes me want to scream and beg for mercy. But the pain is nothing compared to the horror that awaits outside the door. I know that the moment it opens, my fate as their plaything will be sealed. As she pulls me along, my legs feel like they're made of jelly, barely capable of supporting my weight. The lingerie clings to me, the lace scraping against my skin with every step, a constant reminder of my humiliation. The high heels she's forced me to wear make it impossible to walk without a wobble, adding to the sense of vulnerability that already consumes me. We ascend the stairs, the cold stone beneath the soles of the shoes a stark contrast to the warmth that's still spreading from my ass. Each step is a battle, the chastity cage biting into my tender flesh with every movement. The pain is a constant companion, a grim reminder of the powerlessness that has been thrust upon me. The entrance hall is vast and opulent, with a grand chandelier casting a warm glow that seems to mock my current state. The walls are lined with portraits of stern-looking ancestors, their eyes seemingly judging me as I stumble past, a mere shadow of the man I once was. The sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses reaches us from a nearby room, growing louder with each step we take. The anticipation in the air is palpable, a heady mix of excitement and dread. Manuela's grip on my arm tightens, guiding me towards the source of the commotion. She pulls out a shiny red ballgag from a drawer in the hall table, and I feel a cold sweat break out on my forehead. "One final touch before we enter," she says, her voice dripping with a sadistic glee. She fastens the strap around my head, the ball filling my mouth and cutting off any hope of protest. The leather is cool against my tongue, and the taste of leather and something faintly metallic fills my senses. With a dramatic flourish, she opens the double doors to the grand living room, and the sound of the party hits me like a wall. The room is alive with the murmur of voices, the laughter of the depraved, and the throb of a bass that vibrates through the floorboards. I stumble behind her on the leash, the high heels making it impossible to keep up without wobbling. The crowd's gaze swings to us, and a hush falls over the room like a dark curtain. Their eyes devour me, a feast of lust and amusement. I'm on display, a humiliated spectacle for their entertainment. The leather bites into my neck as Manuela tugs the leash, leading me through the throng of partygoers. They're dressed in a masquerade of desire, their masks hiding identities but not their hunger. Some whisper crude suggestions, others reach out to grope my bound body, and I can do nothing but whimper into the ballgag. We reach the back of the room, and she pulls me through a narrow archway into a smaller chamber. The air here is hot and heavy, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of candles and incense. My eyes widen in horror as I see the fuckbench, its gleaming chrome a beacon of my impending degradation. The bench is situated in the center of the room, surrounded by velvet curtains that have been drawn back to reveal a wall of glass. On the other side, the living room is a sea of faces, all watching me with eager anticipation. "You see, my dear," Manuela says, her voice a velvety purr in my ear, "You're going to be the entertainment for the evening. Everyone wants a taste of our little slut." Her hand is firm as she pushes me over the fuckbench, my stomach and chest pressing against the cool leather. She secures my wrists and ankles with practiced ease, the metal cuffs snapping into place with a finality that sends a cold shiver down my spine. I'm immobilized, unable to do anything but accept my fate. The leather straps dig into my skin, reminding me of my vulnerability, my body laid bare and exposed for the pleasure of these strangers. Manuela picks up a blindfold, a wicked glint in her eye as she drapes it over my head. The room goes dark again, the only sensation the tightness of the fabric around my eyes. She whispers in my ear, her breath hot and sweet, "You will enjoy this, or you will pretend to enjoy this. If not, the punishment will be far worse than you can imagine." The threat is clear, and my heart races in response. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my mind racing with the horrors that might await me if I fail to perform. Then, a sudden coldness at my arm, a pinprick of pain, and I feel a warmth spreading through my veins. She's injected me with something, and I know it's not going to be a sedative to ease my suffering. No, this is something to keep me on edge, something to ensure I'm fully aware of every touch, every sensation, every violation. "Here's some Tina," she says, her voice a sultry purr, "It'll keep you nice and energetic for the festivities." The drug hits me like a wave, my fear morphing into a desperate, animalistic need for release. My cock strains against the pink cage, begging for attention, my body betraying me as it responds to the cocktail of chemicals coursing through me. The room seems to pulse with the bass from the party, the anticipation thickening like a fog around me. I can feel the eyes of the crowd outside the glass, hungry for what's to come. Manuela's voice, now amplified, fills the air, a siren's call in Portuguese that sends a shiver down my spine. Her words are lost in the haze of the language, but the tone is unmistakable. She's announcing my arrival, setting the stage for the night's main attraction. The murmur of the partygoers grows to a crescendo, and I know that they're waiting for me, eager to see what their hostess has in store for them. With a flick of her wrist, she switches to English, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she declares, "The sissyslut is now ready to be used." The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable even through the glass that separates us. The sound of footsteps grows closer, the clack of heels on the marble floor a prelude to the symphony of debauchery that's about to unfold. I feel hands on my ass, the cool touch of latex-covered fingers sending a jolt through my body. The drug she's administered is working its magic, my senses heightened to a painful degree. And then, without warning, the buttplug is yanked out of me, the sudden emptiness making me gasp around the ballgag. The sound echoes through the chamber, and I feel the room spin around me, my legs threatening to give way. But before I can process the pain, I feel something else at my entrance, something thick and insistent. A cock, a real cock, pressing against the stretched and bruised opening. I try to tense up, to resist, but my body has other ideas. The cage around my dick feels like it's shrinking, the pressure building to an unbearable point. With a firm push, the cock breaches my ring of muscle, and I moan into the ballgag, the sound muffled but no less real. The intrusion is a shock to my system, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. The plastic of the chastity cage is sticky with precum, a testament to the arousal that's been forced upon me, and I feel the shaft of the cock sliding in, inch by inch, filling me up. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of agony and ecstasy that lights up every nerve ending. The crowd's laughter and taunts blend into a cacophony of sound, a backdrop to the rhythmic pounding that's started in my ass. Each thrust is a declaration of their power over me, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole for their amusement. I can feel the head of the cock slamming against my prostate, sending bolts of pleasure-pain through my body. My eyes roll back into my head, and I bite down on the gag, the leather tasting salty with my own fear. The cock inside me is unyielding, a steel rod that claims my ass as its personal playground. The chastity cage feels like a vice, trapping my desperate erection, forcing it to pulse in time with the relentless fucking. Each stroke is a blend of agony and arousal, a confusing symphony that makes me want to both beg for mercy and plead for more. I can't tell if the sounds of approval are coming from the room beyond the glass or if they're just echoes in my own mind, a twisted form of encouragement that fuels the monster inside me. The cheers of the crowd outside the chamber grow louder, a crescendo of depraved voices that seem to be urging the guy to go harder, deeper. "The slut deserves it," they chant, their words piercing the veil of my thoughts, making me acutely aware of my role in this twisted play. And in a bizarre twist of fate, I feel a perverse thrill at the thought of being desired, of being the object of their lust. The ballgag in my mouth muffles my own whimpers, turning them into a series of wet, gagged moans that only serve to excite the onlookers more. The cock inside me doesn't let up, the pace quickening with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for air. The guy fucking me is relentless, his hips slapping against my bruised ass with a rhythm that's almost musical. He's not just using me; he's claiming me, marking me as his property for the duration of the party. And as much as I want to hate it, my traitorous body responds, my muscles tightening around the invading shaft, drawing him in even deeper. Suddenly, the pace reaches a crescendo, and I feel his cock swell, the head slamming against my prostate with a force that steals my breath away. He grunts, his hips jerking erratically, and then it hits me—his cum. It's a hot, sticky mess that fills me up, mingling with the cum of the shemales who came before him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. He pulls out with a wet pop, leaving me feeling empty and used, a gaping hole that's been filled and emptied too many times to count. But the emptiness is fleeting, because almost immediately, I feel something new pressing against me, the blunt head of another cock seeking entry into my violated ass. The grip on the chastity cage tightens, and I know it's someone else, eager to claim their turn with the sissy slut on display. This one is thicker, the head a mushroom that stretches me wider than I thought possible. The audience outside the glass roars with approval as the newcomer starts to fuck me, their cheers and jeers spurring him on. The sensation is intense, the size and girth of this stranger's cock making the previous one feel almost gentle in comparison. He doesn't bother with any kind of foreplay, just rams into me with a force that makes the fuckbench shake. The pain is a crescendo that builds with each thrust, my ass feeling like it's being split in two. The leather of the bench is sticky with lubricant, sweat, and cum, providing a slick surface for his relentless pounding. The drug in my system amplifies everything, turning each sensation into a symphony of pain and pleasure that plays havoc with my sanity. The newcomer's grip on the chastity cage is cruel, twisting it slightly with each thrust, sending jolts of pain shooting through my groin. It's a reminder that no matter how much I might want to get hard, it's impossible. The plastic cage is a constant pressure, a taunting presence that keeps me from finding any relief. The cheers from the audience outside the glass room grow louder, a chorus of debauchery that seems to encourage the guy fucking me to go harder, faster. He grunts and swears in a language I don't understand, his hips a blur of motion as he takes his pleasure from my ravaged hole. The pain is intense, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge of what I think I can handle. Yet, there's something else there too, a dark thrill that makes my heart race and my breath come in gasps. The room spins around me, the only anchor the cold chrome beneath my cheek and the heat of the cock inside me. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he releases his load into my bowels. The sensation of his hot cum filling me up is almost too much to bear, and I cry out around the gag, the sound lost in the cacophony of the party. He pulls out, and for a brief moment, I feel relief—until the next one steps up. The crowd's cheers grow louder, the anticipation in the air thick with lust and malice. This one is even bigger than the last, the head of his cock nudging at my gaping hole with a determination that sends a shiver down my spine. The hands on the chastity cage tighten again, and I brace myself for the onslaught. He doesn't bother with gentle easing; he simply rams his way inside me, the force making me choke on the ballgag. The pain is intense, a white-hot agony that sets my nerves alight. I'm nothing but a receptacle for their lust, a living sex doll to be used and discarded. And yet, even amidst the pain, there's a dark thrill. The helplessness, the utter lack of control, it's a heady aphrodisiac that makes me wetter than I ever thought possible. My body is a canvas of sensation, each stroke painting a picture of degradation and pleasure. The crowd's chanting reaches a fever pitch, the rhythm of their applause syncing with the pounding of cocks into my ass. It's a symphony of debauchery, a chorus of sin that crescendos with every grunt and moan. The new guy starts to fuck me, his thick, unyielding cock stretching me to the brink of pain. Each thrust feels like a declaration of victory, a triumph over my dwindling dignity. I can't help but moan around the ballgag, the leather pressing against my teeth as my jaw goes slack from the overwhelming sensations. He's rough, his hands digging into my hips as he pulls me back onto him with a ferocity that's both terrifying and exhilarating. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes in the chamber, a primal beat that joins the cacophony of the party. My body quivers with each new invasion, my muscles stretched to the limit. The chastity cage feels like a brand, a constant reminder that my cock is useless, trapped and unable to satisfy the desperate need that's building within me. The ache in my balls is a dull throb that underscores every sensation, a reminder of the humiliation I'm enduring. The crowd outside the glass can see everything, my desperation, my pain, my unwilling arousal, and they cheer and jeer in response. The men come and go, a never-ending procession of cocks that claim me as their own. They don't bother with names, just grunts and growls, the universal language of lust and power. Each one takes his fill, pumping his cum deep into me before moving aside for the next. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, punctuated by the slick sounds of lube and the occasional wet slap of a hand connecting with my ass. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat, cum, and lust that makes my head spin. After what feels like an eternity, I hear Manuela's voice, a sweet reprieve amidst the chaos. "Small break after this one," she calls out, her tone mockingly cheerful. The man behind me grunts in response, his hips slowing before coming to a sudden stop. The cock inside me pulses, and I feel the hot flood of his cum fill me up once more. He pulls out with a wet, sucking sound, and for a brief, sweet moment, my ass feels empty, the pain of his exit almost welcome. Manuela's hand is gentle as she removes the ballgag, allowing me to take a deep, gasping breath. The taste of leather and fear is replaced by the scent of her perfume, a heady bouquet that seems to intoxicate me even more. "Drink," she whispers in my ear, and I eagerly take the straw she holds to my lips. The cool liquid is a balm to my dry throat, and I gulp it down greedily. It's a sweet, fruity concoction, but I know better than to hope for a reprieve. As the last drops slip down my throat, she puts back the ballgag and administers another dose of the drug, the coldness of the needle a stark contrast to the heat of my body. The Tina races through my veins, and I feel my cock pulse in the chastity cage, desperate for release. The pressure builds, the need for an orgasm so intense it feels like my body is going to tear apart at the seams. The next cock presses against my already-stretched ass, and I gasp around the gag. It's a smaller one, but no less insistent, pushing into me with a gentle force that soon turns into a steady rhythm. This one is more considerate, his strokes measured and deliberate, almost tender. The crowd's cheers are distant, my world narrowed down to the fuckbench and the man behind me, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. Manuela's heels click on the marble floor as she circles the bench, her hand tracing a line down my spine. "Look at you, taking it like a champ," she murmurs, the admiration in her voice a strange comfort amidst the pain. Her fingers dance over my skin, and despite the horror of my situation, I can't help but shiver at her touch. It's as if she's marking her territory, reminding me who's in charge. The man behind me starts to pick up the pace, his cock sliding in and out with an ease that's almost soothing. Each stroke sends waves of sensation crashing through me, a mix of pain and pleasure that I'm starting to crave. My ass feels like it's on fire, the ache a constant presence that seems to grow with each new round of abuse. Yet, even as I want to beg for it to stop, I find myself pushing back, silently begging for more. He reaches around, his hand finding the chastity cage that holds my cock captive. He squeezes, the pressure making me gasp around the gag. His grip tightens, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above the cage, and I feel a bolt of electricity shoot through me. It's a tease, a promise of what could be if only I were allowed to get hard. My hips buck, trying to grind against his hand, desperate for any kind of relief. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he cums inside me, the hot spurts of his release filling me up once more. He pulls out, and for a moment, the cool air against my exposed ass provides a brief respite from the relentless pounding. But the reprieve is short-lived, as I feel another cock nudging against my sore, abused opening. The anticipation is unbearable, my body taut with tension. The crowd outside the glass room has gone wild, their cheers and catcalls a symphony of depravity that seems to fuel the men as they take their turns with me. This one is different, though—his touch is almost tender, his cock sliding into me with a gentle insistence that belies the roughness of the previous men. The cum of his predecessors runs down my legs, a sticky trail of humiliation that marks me as used. Yet, even amidst the pain and degradation, there's a strange comfort in the sensation of his cock moving within me. The cage around my balls feels tight, each pulse of his dick sending a fresh wave of agony through me. I'm trapped in a cycle of pain and pleasure, my body a plaything for these strangers' whims. Manuela's voice fills the room, her words a symphony of degradation and praise. "Look at our little bicha," she says in Portuguese, the word for "slut" rolling off her tongue like a caress. "Taking it so well, aren't you?" Her words cut through the haze of pain, sending a shiver down my spine. She's enjoying this, watching me be used like a common whore, and the realization sends a fresh jolt of arousal through my system. The man inside me starts to pick up the pace, his strokes growing more erratic, more urgent. His breathing is ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as he fucks me with an almost desperate need. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fills the room, a rhythmic punctuation to the moans and grunts of the other partygoers. The chastity cage feels like it's shrinking, the pressure around my cock and balls increasing with each thrust. And just as I think I can't take any more, he cums with a guttural roar, his hot seed filling me up until I feel like I might burst. He pulls out, and the sudden emptiness is almost a relief—until the next one takes his place. The cock sliding into me now is thick and veiny, the man behind it groaning with pleasure as he sinks into my tight, used hole. The cycle begins anew, each thrust sending fresh waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. The room is a blur of bodies and sounds, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Each cock feels different, each man claiming me with a ferocity that seems to fuel their desire. They're animals in heat, their hunger for my sissy body insatiable. The only constant is the cold, unforgiving steel of the chastity cage, a reminder that no matter how much I'm used, no matter how much I'm filled, I'm denied any kind of release. As one man pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction, Manuela's hand is there, stroking my sweat-slicked skin. "Good boy," she croons, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "You're doing so well." She administers another shot of Tina, the warmth spreading through my veins like liquid fire. The pain sharpens, the pleasure intensifies, and my body feels like it's on the brink of snapping. The next cock is immediately upon me, plunging into my abused hole without preamble. The crowd's chanting reaches a fever pitch, their excitement fueling my own. The fucking is relentless, a never-ending parade of cocks claiming me, using me, filling me with their hot, sticky cum. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, my thoughts reduced to a single, desperate mantra: "Please, no more, please, yes, more." Each man who takes his turn is different, yet the same in their hunger for my body. Some are rough, others almost gentle, but all of them leave me feeling more used and degraded than the last. The chastity cage is a constant presence, a painful reminder of my subjugation. The only respite comes when Manuela steps in, her cool hand on my feverish skin, administering another dose of Tina. It's a moment of almost sweet agony as the drug courses through me, heightening every sensation. As the party rages on, the frequency of the men claiming me starts to wane. My ass feels like it's been turned inside out, my body a playground for their lust. Each new cock is a fresh assault on my senses, pushing me closer to the brink of a climax that never comes. The ballgag in my mouth is slick with drool, my jaw aching from the strain. But even amidst the pain, I crave the feeling of being filled, the pressure on my prostate that sends jolts of pleasure through my body. The last cock inside me pulls out with a wet pop, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. The room is quiet, save for the distant sounds of the partygoers, their cheers and laughter muffled by the thick glass walls. I'm left there, trembling and exposed, cum dripping from my stretched hole and running down the insides of my thighs. The chastity cage feels like a brand, a constant reminder of my role as a mere fucktoy. And then, the sweet relief of silence is shattered by the sound of Manuela's heels clicking against the floor as she approaches. "Good night, my bicha," she purrs, the words sending a shiver down my spine. Her hand caresses my cheek, a gentle touch that seems almost tender. I can feel her hot breath against my skin as she leans in, the scent of her perfume mixing with the musky aroma of the room. "You've been a very good boy." Her voice is like a lullaby, soothing and yet filled with a sinister undertone that sends a shiver through my body. The partygoers have had their fun, leaving me a trembling, cum-soaked mess, and now she's here to bid me farewell. The weight of the chastity cage feels like a thousand pounds, a constant reminder of the humiliation and degradation I've endured. The ballgag is sticky with drool, the taste of leather and fear a constant presence in my mouth. As Manuela's footsteps fade away, the only sound that remains is the steady drip of cum from my abused hole. The fuckbench beneath me is cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth that was once there. The room is eerily silent, the muffled sounds of the party outside the glass walls a distant echo of the depravity that just occurred. The ache in my body is a symphony of pain, each muscle screaming out in protest, my ass feeling like it's been ravaged by a pack of wild animals. My mind starts to drift, the edges of consciousness blurring together. The drug-induced haze is wearing off, leaving me with the bitter taste of reality. I'm alone now, the only witness to my own degradation. The bench beneath me seems to vibrate with the ghosts of the men who've claimed me, their echoing grunts and growls a testament to my submission. My body feels like it's on fire, the pain a living entity that feeds on my suffering. And yet, amidst the pain and despair, there's something else. A warmth that spreads through me, a glow of arousal that refuses to be extinguished. Each time I think it's gone, it flares back to life, a stubborn ember that won't be snuffed out. It's a perverse thrill, a twisted sense of pride that I've been able to withstand this much. The chastity cage feels like a medal of dishonor, a symbol of the sissy slut I've become. My thoughts drift to Manuela, her touch a phantom caress that lingers on my skin. Her words echo in my mind, a sweet poison that fuels my dark desires. "Good night, my bicha," she'd said, her voice a siren's song that promises more torment. I don't know if I'll ever see her again, but the memory of her dominance will be etched in my soul forever. As the last of the partygoers leave, their footsteps fading into the night, my body feels heavy, my muscles limp from overuse. The chastity cage is a cruel reminder of the evening's events, the tightness around my cock and balls a constant throb of painful pleasure. The cum inside me starts to cool, a thick, sticky mess that marks my complete surrender. The room feels empty without their hands, their cocks, their sounds of satisfaction. The only company now is the cold, hard bench beneath me and the echo of my own ragged breaths. My body begs for rest, the ache in my ass a testament to the relentless pounding it endured. The Tina still hums in my veins, but the high is giving way to exhaustion, the thrill of the night's debauchery slowly fading into the background. My eyes grow heavy, each blink taking more effort than the last. The weight of the chastity cage seems to increase with every passing moment, a leaden reminder of my enslavement. The room spins as sleep starts to claim me, the pain in my body a distant throb that's almost soothing in its familiarity. The fuckbench cradles me, a twisted lover that's taken all that I have to give. And than i drift off in a restless sleep.

Continued... After loosing my inhibitions, taking out my rage and tantrum-fucking my brother Adam during what I later learned was a live streaming sex-on-demand web streaming channel; my life started a spiral of catastrophic proportions. My supposedly ‘straight’ friends Brad and Jim had apparently been fucking on the downlow for some time and keeping their friends surprisingly in the dark. After being ripped apart by Burt and his biker friends I had a chance meeting with Jim who I pulled aside and blurted WTF? He looked me in the eyes and said we have been friends on a different level for months. He went on to say it was fucked up when people do not know the impact of the drugs they are slinging which left me speechless. Adam and I were not speaking, just communicating by my glares and him ignoring me which made me even madder. The parents realized something was up but had not yet spoken to me about it which was the single silver lining. I was ashamed and appalled that I had stuck my dick in a male asshole doubly so because of the incest embarrassment factor. I was in shock that I had been raped in turn. It took days for my stool to not have blood threads in the toilet. I could not report a sexual assault because I maybe started the whole thing and reporting would bring up the drugs and connect to Burt. After the biker gang rape there was no way I was going to point trouble towards those guys. I was truly in a hole that I had dug for myself. I was ashamed and could not sleep. As my tattered anal fissure got better and my poop returned to normal, I found myself waking after a wet dream and often remembering the awesome orgasms that had shook my whole body as seemingly everyone had their way with me. My Ex Girlfriend was away on her summer internship and I eventually found myself wanking off at least twice a day. I was stressed before, now my life was a wreck. I was distracted, couldn’t focus, couldn’t eat, sleep, and did not dare party. I had forotten Burt's cautions about getting tested and... -Then things got worse. I came down with a summer cold, I had never felt this miserable in my life! I was moping around for a day, then found an envelope on my desk. It was from Adam: Bro, I know you are feeling bad, you should get checked out at the clinic listed below rather than going to our family plan Doc. It had the address and phone number. When I called, I found walk-ins were the following day 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Adams note said to ask for a full STI workup. I did not sleep a wink that night. I was at the clinic the following morning as they opened., when it was my turn I was mute and uncommunicative. The receptionist asked if my name was Richard? I was dying of embarrassment but nodded yes. I was handed a clipboard and told to fill it out. The receptionist said testing and screenings are free. It took me a long time to go over the form. Some questions I could not bring myself to answer. After a short wait, a male nurse called my name and I got up. I was led to a cubbyhole where my vitals were taken. The RN explained the labs that were going to occur, pricked my finger with a rapid test kit and gave me instructions walking me trough the wooden stick throat swab, the urine sample cup, and then as I was flushing a deep embarrassed shade of red, he explained how to use the anal swab, break the haft, and seal it in the test tube. Normally we would just swab your cheek, but I was advised a full workup should be done. This finger stick is one test, but we will draw some blood for the tests that take a little longer. I was in an agitated funk as I went to the toilet to do the samples. This was a single story office park, my manic side saw no alternatives to completing the labs, no future expectation on what the future would bring except darkness. After I was done, the RN said wait here, the Doctor needs to do a quick exam, but it will be a bit. After an hour, then two my stomach started grumbling. I had not eaten breakfast and here we were at the lunch hour which was drawing things out more. Finally, A man in a lab coat introduced himself with an unpronounceable name was led into the next room where I was told he needed to do an exam, please drop your trousers and shorts which I did as he gloved up. He lifted and examined my cut cock, looked at my sack, felt my testicles and did the cough test. Then he said turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks and examined my shitter. His lubed finger went exploring and I flinched and yelped. He pulled out and told me I could get dressed now. He told me I had an anal fissure but it seemed to not be severe. He then said that this clinic can do some rapid tests rapid tests but other testing took longer. He then said when was your last sexual activity? And I stammered out the previous month. “You left a lot of questions unanswered on your forms”, have your recent sexual partners been a single person? I shook my head no, eyes downcast. "Did you know the status of any of these partners (before or after)"? I nodded yes, tears again coming. “Were any of your partners anonymous”? I nodded yes. Can you give me the number of sexual partners you have had in the last three months? Again I shook my head no, eyes averted. Were any of the encounters non-consensual or forced? I glared at him and he added, “would you like to make a report of sexual assault'”? My expression must have changed to pleading as I realized I was cringing and again weeping. You have no reason to fear – the laws are there to protect against predators taking advantage. No? He handed me a tissue box. I can tell you now that the rapid test came back positive for HIV but the full lab results on other STI’s take longer. Rapid Chlamydia tests exist but since we are running a full panel, it is more reliable to wait a little longer. We will need you back in the morning three days from now. Had you come in within a 72 Hour timeframe we could have done a Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP for short). The rapid HIV test is reliable but not infallible and only indicates a detection of HIV antibodies. When you return, we should have all your results. Treatments are dictated by knowing specifically what we are dealing with. You did not mark it on the form, have you had your MPOX vaccine and booster within the last year? I nodded yes. We will discuss treatment options at that time but until then but please refrain from sexual contact until you return 3 days from now. Let me stress that if you do not return, I will be required to inform the County Health Department by law. Please nod if you understand. We will also give you some crème for your rectum and schedule a follow up visit for the fissure when we see you in 3 Days. For the flue-like symptoms, it was best to initially use over the counter medications until we know what we are dealing with. It was like he was talking though a blanket, everything was muffled. I left in a daze after he handed me a small tube of something. An instruction label was stuck to the tube. When I got home, I went into the back of the Parents liquor cabinet, grabbed a Rum Bottle, went to the fridge a grabbed a 2 liter coke and picked up a glass. When I got back to my room, I thought what I really needed was some weed but cringed again as I remembered what happened the last time I satisfied my smoking needs. If I had trouble sleeping the night before, I was going to have to apply some external force to get some rest tonight. I drifted into a drunken state just short of pass out drunk. At some point, I was wriggling through a maze of pain and pleasure and then my Mom was calling my name and I realized it was real, the other had been a nightmare. I opened my eyes and woke to a splitting headache and puked on my pillows. “Get yourself cleaned up young man, then we’ll talk about the liquor”. I mumbled a prayer of just kill me now and staggered to the bathroom. After I had showered and taken some aspirin, Mom pointed out as she was taking my temperature that I pulled these types of stunts at College my Scholarship would be pulled for sure. Hah, you look terrible and you are running a temperature so get your stuff, we are going to the Doctor. Startled, I went into high gear response mode and assured her it was just a summer cold or the flu and I convinced her to just let me use some Theraflu and go back to bed then trailed off….. remembering. Mom said I changed your bedlinens this time but you are not a little boy anymore don’t expect a repeat, and we won’t mention the Rum to your Dad OK? I was woozy, felt like shit, and dozed off to disturbing dreams. Back at the Doctors office the next day, another Nurse took an additional blood draw. When I saw the Doctor he said some news is good. These days we do screen for MPOX along with other STI’s. Your MPOX results are unsurprisingly negative it would have likely visually presented considering the timeframes we are talking about, There was no indication of warts and no positive results for your HPV test. Your Hepatitis tests are negative, as are the Chlamydia test. The visual and tactile inspection cannot show a lot, but I expected a negative Gonorrhea test since you had no discharge or pain with urination but those side effects do not always present. You are positive for Syphilis and we will give you some anti-biotics. From your previous reluctance in answering questions, I assume you do not want the prescription on your family health plan but I really do need for your to verify if you have any allergies especially to anti-biotics. I understand that an inquiry to your regular health care provider would cause more problems than it would solve. Be honest. Not allergic? Fine, I’ll write a script. Now for the monster in the room. HIV is not the death sentence it used to be. People live a long and productive life with the disease. There are promising accomplishments on Vaccines which would not matter in this case, as well as progress on treatments and cures. Your heavy Seroconversion symptoms implied what the labs have confirmed. These flu-like symptoms are your body as it is confronted by rapid replication of the Virus. Your CD4 count and other indications indicate repeated Heavy Viral Loads or huge batches of HVL loads of the Virus. Are you sure you do not want to self report? No? I have to ask you again, have you any thoughts of self-harm or thoughts of wishing to go to sleep and not wake up? No? Well, I have referrals to counselling, if necessary, I truly want you to be honest with me -always. Your Viral Loads show a lot of replications between your noted dates of sexual encounter and your first lab draw. I’ll expect you back this time next week for another draw. In The meantime, I have a script for ART Retroviral based on No Hepatitis indicated. HPV can take a long time to present so I know you indicated HPV Vaccine, but please bring your vaccination card / list on your next visit. You mentioned you were starting College so this medical Vaccination record is a perfectly natural thing to ask your family doctor for. I know this is a lot, but the items to remember and consider will be on your discharge paperwork. Despite the heavy overwhelming pile of catastrophic events that had been dumped on me I had the foresight to ask the Doctor if they could avoid sending the bill to my address. He told me not to worry, it has been taken care of and by the way, I’m a real fan….Stat statement went right over my head. In the Doctors building forecourt I was sitting on a bench eyes still watery from having cried myself out. Clutching the discharge notes and lab results when my brother Adam approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that". He handed me the ART Prescription back. These are expensive, let’s talk later….. When I got home, I headed for the liquor cabinet. Locked! I changed and went over to Jim’s house who was thankfully in. I begged him for a smoke saying he owed me. Really! Brad and I kept our friends with benefits relations in the closet for a long time. We were happy together! Brad and I have gone on a pharmaceutical break after seeing what it did to you and what your shit did to us and the near disaster it caused. He handed me a DVD. Your kid brother Adam told us he would not do a rape outcry if he could use the footage. The only reasons our faces are blurred is because we did not give permission to use our identities. I hope you are happy with your début! I had not caught up yet – I stammered ‘footage’? He said watch the footage and slammed the door. I wandered home and powered up my laptop. I dropped the DVD in the drive and quickly hit pause because the sound was at the normal setting of LOUD. With my gaming headset plugged in, I directed audio to the headset and hit play…… It started with a nasty stream of my brother laughing and gasping as he shoved a large toy up his ass. And then three doped up wild-eyed punks named Richard, Jim and Brad burst in with a WTF and an interracial gang bang started. I puked on my gaming keyboard! No! No! No! this isn’t happening! I Grabbed a towel and pressed it on the gaming kbd and disconnected it from the docking block. Finished cleaning my mouth in the bathroom brushed my teeth, gargled, returned to my room, dropped the keyboard and towel in the trash and hit the spacebar to continue the video. My sexual assault on my brother had me trembling. Adam's and Jim's assault turnaround on my ass left me numb, and the huge black cock of Brad – I thought I was having a seizure. The video framing was perfect as my engorged cock blew a facial that arced up into my eyes and hair as I was panting, sobbing and screaming. As he was slamming his tool in an out, Adams and Jim's cumloads where being pressure sprayed back onto the ebony groin of Brad and I looked passed out in the video. The video transition to a view of my ass seeping a stream of spooge into the covers pulled back to show my jock body, my engorged cock, and the torsos and thighs of Burt’s Bikers as my legs were grabbed and I was pulled onto the huge pierced tool of Burt wearing only Boots and Chaps. My screams and sobs were only stopped by what appeared to be a transition to an unconscious state as I took 18 more loads. As the video stopped and I removed the headset, I heard an ahem and turned to find my brother Adam. “Hot wasn’t it” I attacked and Adam did not bother with any heavy martial arts except a judo throw which left me upside down in the hallway. “I know it’s a shock bro but honestly – you cannot say you are not Horney right now. Seroconversion flu can do that you know”. I paused and realized my cock was maybe as hard as it had ever been poking out of my boxers. I passed out…. When I woke, my dick was soft and back in my boxers. My back and shoulder were sore. My dock keyboard was back on my desk free of stomach contents and smelling of Isopropyl Alcohol. There was a note, Bro – I cleaned off and used the leaf blower on your keyboard – your puke was industrial grade for such a delicate flower. Let it sit for another day before plugging it in. I was not feeling like I was on my deathbed anymore, with no drugs or alcohol I was feeling a need to workout and at lest get some of those natural endorphins. I was not up for a run or lifting so I through a bike ride might just work. I took a dump, put on bikeshorts and checked my bike’s tires airpressure. I rode out of the subdivision over to the old train track bed that had been turned into a running and bike trail. Of course I had a lot on my mind, but soon I realized I had not brought my water bottle. I continued on to the public toilets and drank from the county park water spigot. I heard grunting from the stalls and fled. I continued my ride to the end of the trail and turned back. My extra effort in gears higher than I normally used had me panting and in a happily tired delirious state. Surely the grunting trolls were gone by now, I stopped again for a drink and a pee. An old guy and another person my age came in while I was drinking/peeing/drinking. The guy who was my age got on his knees and started sucking the old guy. My guts turned to water and I fled to the middle stall... The older and younger guy went on for a bit then got in the two outboard stalls. I was about to bolt and escape since I noticed there were holes in the stall walls and my erection would be apparent to any observer. I leaned over and I saw the younger guy was on my left. Oblivious to traditional signals, he followed his two fingers rubbing on the glory hole with a ‘let me suck you’ whisper. I nervously considered - then stuck my hard on through – I was about to burst. I was fully expecting to have my thing bitten or chopped off like most any GH newbies have feared. Instead, my cock was engulfed by the velvet throat of what I was now thinking of as the ‘twink’, not realizing if he was a twink, what did that make me? He brought me close but as I was making obvious sounds and leaking a steady stream of pre, he eased off and I heard behind me ‘let me eat your ass’. I was frustrated at not reaching completion, but I had never felt this horny before. I bent over and presented my ass to the hole with the troll. I had nothing to compare it to, but I felt blissful as he rimmed my healing hole with a tongue that could only be described as energetically talented. At the same time, the twink slid his 7” uncut cock through and I met it with my lips in a daze. I licked the tip, the side, and then slid my tongue under the foreskin catching the pungent taste of foul cheese. I gagged, swallowed but continued down this evil path. My frame was tall, the stalls were small as I was filling the entire stall cross-space. I felt the tongue in my ass withdraw and be replaced by something bigger. Something in my minds background said 'again'? However my lips and throat were locked on the twink and my no longer virgin hole was reopening for its new lifestyle with bursts of pain and pleasure. Since the troll had entered with only sweat and spit, it was easy to feel the wet change as his precum and then volleys of cum painted my insides. The hum of my groans brought the twink to orgasm and my throat was painted with salty cum which at first made me gag, but then had me suckling for more. Spin around and clean my cock said the troll. I did so and I tasted blood, cum, ass and whatever else. I started vacuuming his cock like an auto detailer looking for a good tip. Meanwhile the twink has grabbed my hole and led my ass back to his access slot in the wall. His cock was like mine, ready for round II and started jackhammering into my guts like his life depended on it. My body – possessed by something else with a horniness I had never felt with a girl went on overdrive. I painted a load on the trolls partition wall as I continued sucking his dick so hard he was protesting! My assgasm took the twink into his end-game blasting more cum into my ass. He stayed in my chute slowly pushing in and out as he went semi-hard. Then, I felt a new wet sensation that burned. Take my ChemPiss you slut. The burn against my newly opened anal wounds took me back and connected me to Burt’s ‘bump’. As my intruders zipped and left, the troll said thanks Hollywood! See ya in the funny papers….You’re a star! After I collected myself and used some toilet paper to tampax my sloppy hole, I left the toilets to discover my bike seat had been stolen. It was a choice of walking home, a true leg burn ride, or impaling myself Hara-Kiri style on my seat brace. I opted for the burn and leaked all the way home – the wet spots on my bikeshorts was obvious. ….To be continued…..

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

Muscles and stimulated growth have been a hard fantasy of mine since 10-11.

The two dicks had me stretched out so much. I couldn’t move. The g and t had me flying high and the pleasure of the two dicks going in and out had me so hard and then I started to feel I was getting close and I got tight and I could feel they were getting close too. I felt their dicks swell up. Daddy was biting my neck and the jock was making out with me while choking my throat hard with his hands. I started to cum and felt them flooding me. We laid piled up while we caught our breaths. The jock asked if we wanted to come to his place. Daddy asked me what I thought. I felt their dicks soften a bit and slid out. And cum and sweat was dripping everywhere. I said I needed a break to shower and get some air. We hit the showers together and lots of other guys which probably heard us fucking where looking at us thirsting. i was thinking about what had just happened. I had never done meth (I still didn’t know I had done g so I thought the whole effect was the meth) but I had enjoyed the fuck out of this. My ass was sore. I had been here for almost the entire eight hours so I knew we had to leave but I also knew I wanted more. I told the jock and the daddy I wanted more. They smiled and they said, well take care of you boy. we rinsed off, dried out, got dressed and left we went back to the city and went into this huge apartment that had large master bedroom with a sling over the bed the daddy gave me a glass of juice and said this has some g in it like the gatorades, have some you already like it, I was kind of liking that he had tricked me into doing drugs and was grateful that they knew what and how much to give me. the jock brought out some leather cuffs and he put them on my ankles and wrists, “well use this through the night”then he brought out a bong and hand it to me and told me to smoke until I finished the bowl Then he turned to the desk in front of the bed and there was a huge screen on top of it. He logged on to a zoom room and all of a sudden there were a lot of squares showing various rooms like ours with naked guys fucking or smoking or just hanging out. I saw we were on one of the squares. We looked hot. The daddy with a cock ring around his uncut 9” cock and had put on a leather harness. The jock had a muscled hairy chest and he was also hard showing an 8” cock had taken a bottle of lube and started pouring it all over my body. I’m slim and you could see him rubbing it over my six pack. My dick had gone soft even though I was horny as fuck so they told me to put on a jockstrap. I was watching all this while taking bigger and bigger hits of the bong and the room was covered in a huge cloud.

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Getting fucked is about mind over everything else. When you're in the headspace your guy will go in easily because you're relaxed. It's not you're trying to take him, it's you feel empty of him before he even goes in. This isn't something that easily happens first time though, and that's ok. You don't need to get everything perfectly first time for it to be good. Dildos may or may not help. They're not essential. Many guys, I'm one of them, just went for it first time with another guy. For me, dildos and dicks are totally different. Dildos don't make me horny or excited to be inside me like a guy does, they're just a hard bit of not sexy plastic being shoved in to a very personal space. Zero pleasure, even when I'm the one driving, just lots of not sexy grunting and pain. So you maybe can or maybe can't take a dildo, depends what headspace they put you in. And that's really it, does the guy you want to try with make you want it? If he does, you'll get there. If a dildo sound fun, chances are they could work for you too, but if not they may be unhelpful.

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My partner and I have been together for 7 years and we both experienced a sexual awakening together, discovering our piggy sides, him becoming more top and me his bottom. we started monogamous, very good sex and his big dick was a huge turn on for me (11" and thick) but then on a drunken night out a waiter started cruising us and we ended up having a 3way, both of us plowing him, raw and loaded him good. It was an eye opening moment and the next day we started the process of taking Prep. Started having more 3ways, playing with couples we know are open and very quickly I realized how much I love getting my hole loaded and how much joy it brings him to watch me being used. Fast forward a couple of months later when we went to Berlin and had some good raunchy fun at the FSM, he orchestrated men after me to use me as he cheered them on, it was the first time in an orgy kind of situation but I went first as white hood cause we didn't know what to expect. after that time all hell broke loose, we started having more fun, he organized gangbangs where I was the only bottom, all raw and taking load after load. We've built in our house a huge playroom and played with 40+ men that uses me. And the best part is that when it is all finished, and I am a complete mess with a gaping hole, dripping cum, piss and sweat from all over my body, we have the most intimate, mind blowing sex together, him marveling at my cummy hole and we share good mouthful cum kisses till he drops the last load in me, his is always the first load and the last load of the day! I am getting emotional just putting this into writing 🥰🐷

Yeah. That's the glitch with many of these archive sites. You need to know someone to search for ahead of time to get your foot in the door. Not knowing what specific angles each of you are bent at I can't recommend a single inroad. But many stories from, say, Nifty that got deleted for being to much for the site, it that have more extreme versions, are on AO³. Same titles, same authors. I've also seen other versions of BZ stories there.

My first visit to Paris, I went to visit my cousin who was living there temporarily. My friend being a girl, we had few moments to actually check out the gay scene etc. On the Sunday I was there, my friend had to work early the next day and she convinced me to just go out by myself and see what Paris night life was like. Super nervous, but very excited I set out on my own. Never having been to Paris (or Europe) I didn’t know the concept/frequency of dark rooms in bar/clubs. I enter this one bar playing top 40s music upstairs, nice mixed crowd and they had a basement area as well. Curious - I went downstairs. Similar music playing but much darker lighting and more intimate dancing. I definitely enjoyed the dark ambiance more than upstairs so I decide to get a drink. I’m standing in line, most likely sticking out like a sore thumb when this taller Latino guy comes up to me and starts talking to me in French. I don’t speak French so I just politely smile and ask English? He doesn’t speak English. Then he asks for Spanish and I used my few Spanish skills to communicate. In the conversation he asks when I arrived and what bars I had visited etc and as soon as he learned that it was my first bar, my first night out alone, For being very basic conversation - the sexual energy was very charged up very quickly. During talking he puts his arms around my waist and casually his hand slides under my waist line and he feels for my underwear. Once he pulls on the strap of the jockstrap I’m wearing I see an even bigger charge in his sexual energy. He immediately grabs my hand, leading me out of the line we were waiting to get a drink and towards a door in the corner of the basement. I’ve noticed a few people strolling in and out of that door but without a sign saying what it was I assumed it was a bathroom. He pulls me into that room and it’s pitch black. A little bit of light streaming in from the bar area but gave very little options to see more than feet shuffling. As far as I could tell the room was empty but didn’t have much time to look around since as soon as we get into the room and starts making out with me very intensely. This is not who I am - hooking up with a stranger, even just making out, is not typical behavior but must’ve been because I was in town a few days with no male exposure or just the situation but I immediately kiss him back with the same amount of energy. He’s touching me all over, pulling up my shirt, hands everywhere, as he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against his body I feel his rock hard Dick pressing against my stomach. Again this had been not even 5-6 minutes of me arriving to the bar but it was so hot I didn’t even think twice. I drop down and take his Dick out and into my mouth in one swift move. I can taste a lot of precum and as soon as my mouth is on him he moans very loud and starts speaking French. I don’t know what he’s saying but the moans in between sentences is pure ecstasy and I lose myself in the moment just pleasing him. After a few minutes, he pulls me up and starts making out with me again super hard. Never had a guy makeout with me immediately after giving him head so it was a turn on that he seemed to want to taste himself in my mouth. Super hot kissing. He pulls my pants down and finally has access to grab my ass fully since I only have a jock on covering only the front. As soon as his fingers touch my hole, he whisper “so warm” and then turns me around, a little roughly, and bends down to start eating my ass. Now when I tell you this guy was a pro, you just have got to imagine the most expert tongue driving me wild. I was pushing back onto his face it felt so good. He stands up and immediately I feel his Dick press against my hole. Thankfully when this started, another guy walked into the back room to cruise a bit and that snapped me out of my horny bubble and I had the foresight to ask him to put on a condom. I hear the frustration in his tone as he says he doesn’t have one and just wants to feel inside me for a few seconds. As much as I wanted it, I told him I had a condom in my pants and got it out. He told me to put it on him myself and then get it wet again, I pull out the cheap free-bar condoms and roll it onto him but it’s super super tight on his rock hard Dick. After it’s on, I start sucking him again to get the cheap condom nice and wet and after a few minutes he stands me back up and starts poking at my hole again. I’m so horny still and his Dick filling me up felt so good. He went slow, knowing his Dick was huge and the only lube being used was spit. After a few minutes of opening me up he bends down again to start licking my ass. Again this guy is an expert and immediately takes me to that super horny point again and I’m pushing back against his face. He gets up, repositions himself and then enters me again and this time he slides right in all the way balls deep and I am in heaven. He grunts very loud and starts fucking me deeply, pulling all the way out and all the at back in. I am moaning very loud. I completely forgot about the other guy who walked in who I thought was just standing in the corner but turns out a 4th guy was there the whole time and they had started to mess around in the next corner. The new guy then asks me to suck him but I don’t feel comfortable but the guy topping me moves in their direction while still in me so I’m being fucked but now facing these two strangers. In the heat of the moment I decide, what the hell, and starts jerking the two guys so I have no hands to keep stable but my top had yet to miss a beat from the deep pounding. One guy asks me if it’s okay to take a photo of my ass getting fucked with no face in the shot and I’m barely paying attention and just say yeah whatever. He takes the pic, a super bright flash in the dark area but after he takes the pic and I’m now more blind then just the darkness. He looks at the pic and then tells my top, “fuck yeah breed that ass raw”. It wasn’t until I heard him say that, that I realized the difference of feeling from when we first started to when he really started fucking me and I reach back and feel his cock and confirm he’s been in me raw for probably a while. I pause to move away and he firmly grasps my arms in place and says something in French in my ear. Again I don’t understand so I ask in Spanish and he says, “you know you like this and it’s too late now”. He’s right, it’s been at least 10 minutes of him fully raw deep in my second hole so the real deviant comes out of my and I start pushing back onto his Dick in a fervor. Finally having the mutual understanding of what’s happening the sexual tension turns up to the highest level it’s been. Completely forgetting about the other guys, we starting slamming into each other and I’m moaning so very loud. Thankful that the bar music was equally loud. He moaning fast and harsh mixed with French words into my ear and biting my neck. I feel that I’m right at the edge of cumming so I start jerking myself and tell him I’m going to cum and he says, “me first” and pushes himself, balls deep in me and I feel the pulsing of his Dick and the shooting of hot thick liquid deep in me. Fully sent over the edge I also cum all over my pants and shoes which I’m still wearing while he’s deep inside me. The top did not stop fucking me even after he came and I could just feel how wet and cummy my ass was. He kisses me one last time before pulling up his pants and walking right out of the backroom. The two guys still in there are telling me how hot it was to watch and ask to top me. This time I stood firmly in my condom stance and they both wore one and I took turns sitting on their laps back and forth while they made out and eventually made both of them cum. Walked out of the bar feeling used but so so satisfied. That was my first time being stealthed.

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For me, and I know I might get chastised but race is a huge factor. I have a preference for certain races and dislike for others. I’m also into race play (role play). You can call me racist I don’t care, but people who say race is not a factor I just don’t buy it. I see people “prefer Asians” etc. I think race factor is hot as fuck.

Chapter 1 - Prologue I never meant this to happen. I really didn't. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. My name is Stephen. I won’t bore you with too many details but I’m a 31 year old gay man. I am also a very sexual person. In college and beyond, I lived for my next sexual encounter. I was a regular in the local gay bars, cruised on the internet two or three times a week, and let's just say that if there were frequent flyer miles for bathhouses, I would be a diamond member. I sucked and sat on every dick I could find... condoms always optional. There is something about the thrill of anonymous sex that just really gets my juices flowing. I've got a nice (if I do so so myself) six incher, cut, but I'm an almost total bottom and getting fucked is "real sex" to me. Everything else is just foreplay or a distraction. Then three years ago, at the ripe old age of 28, I met an amazing guy and settled down.. A year later we were married in Massachusetts and I vowed I would never have sex with anyone else again. I considered myself lucky to make it through my slutty “phase” still HIV negative… despite having lost track of how many loads I had taken. Thomas, my husband, is the sweetest person I've ever met, I adore him, and would ever do anything to hurt him. Or so I thought. Thomas's cock is, to be honest, somewhat smaller than average. When he fucks me, there is always that nagging part of me that isn't really satisfied. Despite this, he is a "total top”. Even worse is that he doesn't have a very strong sex drive. For him, fucking once every couple of months is more than enough and even then he always wears a condom. He likes to cuddle, occasionally he will let me jack him a bit. That is the extent of our sex life. Meanwhile I'm so horny I'm basically climbing the walls (and giving myself carpal tunnel or whatever it's called from jacking myself off four or five times a day). I'm not trying to justify what happened. Really, I'm not. I'm just telling you.... Ok? Anyway. It was a couple months ago and I was having a crap day at work. I couldn't focus on anything but the guys walking by on the street a couple levels below. Playing the "I wonder how big his dick is" game over and over in my head with each cute guy who walked beneath my window. It was the noise from the renovation crew working on the offices one floor above me that finally interrupted my daydreams. When they started drilling right above my desk, it gave me a great excuse to get out of my office and go to the men's room to rub one out. I told my assistant Calvin that I would be back once the upstairs crew moved on and it was less noisy. He muttered a distracted "Ok Stephen" without looking up from the spreadsheet he was working on. I had found a men's room a few days earlier that, due to the staff moving around for the renovations, was always empty. So I headed there. There was an outer door and and inner door which allowed for a bit of warning if anyone did show up. I was clearly in my own little world because as I turned down the last hallway I almost walked into a guy talking on a cell phone and I hadn't even heard him. Maybe it was just because I was so horned up, but there was something about him that caught my eye. Blonde hair slightly too long and slightly unkempt. Blue eyes. About 3 inches taller than me so about 6' 1” and close to my age. The work pants and sweatshirt marked him as clearly part of the renovation team but more like a supervisor or foreman as his clothes were clean except for just a hint of sawdust or something on one sleeve. I'm no gym bunny but I try to keep fit. He was something different. I could see his arms, chest, and legs were firmly muscular without being bulky. His toned body, however, was the result of work not just working out. He was handsome not beautiful... but all the more perfect for it. But what really caught my attention though was something less tangible and harder to describe. He had a certain aura of quiet confidence and masculinity that was incredibly sexy. All of this took a second, maybe two, before I realised I was staring. He noticed me and glanced my way for half a second. In that half a second, I felt I had been weighed and measured, like he knew my thoughts, and what had exactly what had brought me to this empty part of the building. And then he turned away and back to his phone call. Even his deep voice was calm and exuded the same sense of being in control as the rest of him. I blushed and hurried into the men’s room. My dick was hard as a rock and i was breathing heavily. I don't think any guy has ever effected me like that before. I was even hornier than I had been before. I stepped to a urinal and fished out my dick and started stroking. I closed my eyes and pictured the man in the hallway outside. I could already feel my balls start to tighten, aching for release. And then I heard the outer door to the bathroom open. My eyes snapped open and I stopped stroking but my dick was hard, red, and ready to shoot. I turned my body to try and hide it while watching the door. The stranger walked in, his blue eyes meeting mine for another half second. Yet again I felt him measuring me up and assessing the situation. He knew exactly what I was doing before he entered and wasn't at all surprised.

In my long career as a top, I have dicked maybe 5 black bottoms. All of them as I remember were great lays! The last african-american man I fucked was a few days ago. He had the smoothest hole that clamped down on my entire shaft. Not just the sphincter ring. I felt like I was fucking a fleshjack. I pumped him full of a 5 day load. Afterwards we were laying on his bed and I said "I bet you get fucked all the time with that fantastic pussy!" He said he didnt get that much action because he is black and guys want black men to be tops. I was just wondering if most tops dont like fucking chocolate? I seriously think its some of the best hole around! My faves are latinos, but black men come in a close second. Wish there were more black bottoms around.