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A one shot. There won't be any sequels. Thanks and enjoy. -------------- "Versatile. Appreciate a submissive younger cocksucker who can edge and loves precum and who will swallow my week long super charged load. When I top, I don't pull out." I read the quick connect ad on bbrt over a few times. "Super charged?" I devilishly thought to myself. I clicked the profile name to see more. He was an older white man in his late 60's. Average in build at 5'10" and 180lbs. His cock was average, but the it was the status that drew me in further and started getting me hard. "Ask me." I kept thinking about running my tongue across that cock. Sucking the head between my lips. Teasing out the week's worth of potentially toxic cum stored in his balls. That is when I heard the chime of a new message being delivered. His private pics were unlocked. I quickly jumped back to his gallery. He was definitely older, but that only increased the swell in my pants. Green eyes, handsome face, a nice fat ass, and low hangers. He also had some action shots of him in a sling and fucking. I began rubbing myself. "Thanks for the unlock, bud. Hot pics" I wrote in reply to the unlock message. I didn't have to wait long. "HOT guy. Luv that belly and ass, and handsome face with beard. Need cum?" was his quick reply. I was 30 years his junior, sat at height of 5'10" and closer to 190lbs in weight. A small belly to show for my gluttony, but made up for with a bigger and thicker than average cock. Plus an ass that won't quit till it has every drop. "I'll take everything you have to give me. Just let me know where." was my reply. "Would luv to feel your mouth on my dick, eat your hole and unload in you. Mutual if you like. You'll have lots of fun here." Was his response. I gripped my bulge. Precum forming a spot where the head of my cock pushed against my shorts. I was already sold on meeting up, but the promise of mutual play? You don't get this kind of offer every day. "Sounds like I will indeed have a lot of fun, and I'll hold you to mutual. Want to meet now?" was my reply. We exchanged contact info and I was on my way. I arrived at his home that evening moments later. A very unassuming house in a gated community. As I walked to the front door it opened with a kind and unassuming old man standing behind it. We locked eyes and smiled, pleased at the site of the man before each of us. He was the first to speak, "Come on in, son." My cock twitched at the proposition. It was not lost on me that this man was my Father's age. "Nice to see ya, Dad. Great place you got." I said as I walked in. If the role play was for the neighbors or not didn't matter to me. I was down to continue this fantasy of an intimate Father/Son reunion. I stepped into the home as the door closed behind me. "Could I get you anything?" he asked guiding me further into his home. "Water would be great." I replied graciously. "I'll get you some, go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room." he said as he pointed to the space ahead. I sat down on a nearby couch. There was a recliner, coffee table, and a tv. Your standard living room setup. The man returned with a glass of water in hand and notably less clothing than when he entered the door. Only a wife beater and a jock remained. Damn, did he pick the hottest look for the occasion. He sat in the recliner, placing the water in one of the cup holder's in the arms of the chair. He looked at me and grinned seeing the hunger in my eyes as I looked him up and down. "Well, come over and get it, boy." He said. I kicked my shoes off, undid my pants, and decided to crawl forward on my knees over to him sitting in the recliner. Peeling my pants off as I moved in closer. As I reached his legs I began kissing his thighs to raise my torso and head up to his lap. I discarded my shirt as I lifted up. As the shirt went off and over my head he leaned forward in his seat, hands cupping my face to get a look at me. "You like spit, boy?" he asked. I opened my mouth tongue out in reply. He spit into my mouth and onto my face before leaning further to lap it up and kiss me. We made out, our tongues crashing together as we sloppily moved across each other's faces. Still on knees and between his legs, I lowered my hands to grab his cock. It was stiff in his jock. I broke the kiss and moved my head down licking the sides of his jock into the pits of his crotch all the while rubbing and pushing into his dick. He leaned back and got comfortable, running his fingers through my hair. I began teasing his cock through his jock strap. Pressing mouth and lips against the thin barrier holding back his member. Using my breath and spit to saturate the jock. "That's it son. Tease your Father's cock just how he likes it." he encouraged "Milk that dick. You want that load I've been saving up for you, don't you?" I nodded in affirmation, humming a "mhmm" into his crotch. I pulled the fabric of the jock back a bit revealing the head of his cock. It was full and flushed. Precum already oozing from the tip. I took my thumb wiping the drop of precum up and into my mouth. It was salty, sweet, and what felt like an extra charge to it that comes with playing with poz men. "Looks like you're pretty excited to have your son back home, Dad." I teased licking my lips. We locked eyes again, and he looked back at me with a dark lust and adoration. I smiled and winked back, grabbing the bands of his jock strap and sliding them off of his waist and down his legs. His cock rising to attention and dripping. I started my head lower, trying to catch the strand of cum stretching from his piss slit. I get the bulk of it onto my tongue and follow the strand back to the tip of his cock. I move my head forward taking the length of him fully into my mouth for the first time. I hold my breath as I push his cock further into the back of my throat. As my throat bottoms out and my nose is pressed against his bush, I move my tongue back and forth. Massaging the bottom of his cock while he is in my mouth. He groans, bucking his hips deeper into me, grabbing the back of my head to steady himself. I hold there for a moment as he gently thrusts and face fucks me. I move back withdrawing his cock from my throat and the tip of his head back to my lips. I breath through my nose as I suckle on the tip of his cock, using as much of my spit as I can. I then push back down into his crotch taking him back fully into my throat repeating the oral circuit I started as our warm up. He wanted his cum teased out of him, and I'd be damned if that wasn't what he was going to get. Each time I pulled off his cock I left more and more spit on his shaft. After a while I pulled fully off his member to get a good look at how my work was progressing. His cock stood full and firm into the air. Glistening with my saliva. The smell of his crotch and my spit forming an aphrodisiacal aroma I long for. The prelude to hot man sex. As the air settled on his cock, I stuck my tongue back out and griped the base of his dick with my hand. I pushed the head of his cock into my tongue. Smushing his head it against the fold of my tongue and swirling it in circles to extract more precum as I squeezed his base. Remembering to pause occasionally to better ebb and flow his build up. It took everything in me to not be a greedy cum whore and just suck the load right out of him. This effort was for a greater payload to be deposited in my ass later. At some point while I worked on his cock, he had taken off his wife beater. My jock was still on but my cock had freed itself from its confines while I was performing my oral duties. I rose momentarily to take off the jock fully. "Let Dad see that dick, boy." He commanded as I stood. I posed for him, letting him admire my cock. "Looks like Dad's not the only one who's excited." He continued as he moved forward kissing the tip of my cock and smearing my precum across his lips. "You still have some more work to do though before you can enjoy yourself." He said slyly as he leaned back into the recliner. I smiled and returned back to my knees. I returned to his crotch but this time I lifted his cock to begin working on his cum heavy balls. After slapping my face with his cock a few times, I place his dick of my forehead as I dipped into his sack lapping up each nut. Making sure to suck each into my mouth and tug slightly. Each tug lifted his dick off my head, gently tapping with each motion. I pull back momentarily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I inspect my work. I felt a slick wetness on my forehead. Looking back at his cock, I saw he was producing even more precum. I wiped my forehead and then licked the precum off my hand. Then I moved forward to take more straight from the tap. This time moving my hands up to his erect nipples. With any luck his nips were hardwired and could act like a faucet handle to his cum pipe. As my thumb and pointer finger grasped his nipples, his cock twitch in my mouth. Jackpot. My Dad for the evening let out a low moan as I worked his nips. I positioned the cock in front of me letting it twitch and dance in the air as I pulled, twisted, and ground his nipples. As his cock settled between spasms I'd lick, suck and kiss the head and shaft. Driving a trail of precum from his cock that I lapped up greedily. Occasionally bobbing down and full throating his member to reapply the coating of spit. "Why dont you stroke you Dad for a bit, Son?" he asked. "You're getting me close and I don't want to rush things. Besides the first load is going in your ass." "First?" I teased smiling up at him, slapping his spit slick dick on the side of my face a cheeks. "You have a couple deposits ready for me Dad?" I asked squeezing his nuts. He growled. "You're damn right I do, boy. You're not leaving toll your overflowing with my charged cum." My cock twitched at the word as I gently stroked him. We had yet to confirm anything about status, and I didnt plan to. It was good odds he was poz, and had a viral load to boot. Outside of some tautness in his skin where fat use to be, there wasnt a whole lot of signs. No tattoos, and he was a healthy enough specimen for his age. Probably presented himself as a clean cut, stand-up guy. Which made just made me hornier. I love an out and proud pig, tattooed and chained, but to not give off any indication of the venom you carry or the perverse acts you enjoy? Fully flying under the radar making no one aware of your dark gift? That was super hot. My deepest hope was he would tell me right before he unloaded into my wanting hole. As I fantasized about the breeding to come with his cock being stroked in my hand. He moved to the glass of water in the arm rest. Handing it to me so he could lift the arm and get into a compartment inside. I drank the water while my mouth wasn't actively working. Good to replenish some fluids before the real work began. "Ya know son, I found this in your room." he said holding a joint and a lighter. I laughed a little. "Oh jeeze, Dad. I was just holding it for a friend. I swear!" I replied. He smiled. The joint hanging off the side of his mouth waiting to be lit. "It's okay son. Your Dad likes to smoke too. Just don't tell Mom." he winked and lit the J puffing the cherry of the flame to life. He held for a moment before blowing out the smoke down the recliner, across his lap, and around me as I continued stroking his cock. Smelled like good stuff. "Come sit up on Dad's lap." he instructed. I got up and resisted the temptation of slamming down onto his cock when I went to sit down. I chose to face him and moved my legs to the side of the chair, placing my knees into the seat cushion at either side of his legs. I lowered myself so that my ass cheeks sat above his slobbery cock. I bucked gently across his cock. Teasing him, but really teasing myself. I wanted it inside me so bad! He took a drag on the joint, held it again and then reached his hand up behind my head. Bringing my lips flush with his, he opened his mouth and I did the same. He shotgun his hit into me. I trembled. Getting fed drug this way always sent me over the edge. The intimacy of sharing even our breath made my cock swell. I wasn't the biggest precumer out there. Doubly so w compared to the hot fucker who's lap I was in, but damn if he didn't know how to get me dripping. We spent our time enjoying the joint this way. With either him or I taking the fresh toke before sharing it the other. In between we kissed, necked, and played with each other's nips. All the while I ground my butt into his crotch, my cheeks getting slick with spit and precum. He would grab and squeeze my cock on occasion to encourage each new drip from its tip. As the length of the joint burned to the filter he said, "Let's get to the bedroom." He handed me the joint and I got up from his lap and turned around. He followed standing into my back, pressing his cock back into the crack of my ass. He embraced me from behind. Hands on my hips, grazing up and down my torso, moving across my chest and stomach. He put his mouth to the pit of my collar and licked up my neck to my ear lobe. He bit it gently, and probed my ear with his tongue. "You've got Dad all worked up, Son." he breathed into my ear. "I just want you to feel good. You always showed me how to please you, Dad." I replied. His cock twitched between my cheeks. He placed both hands on my chest, massaging my breast and occasionally tweaking a nipple. I moved my weight forward to the balls of my feet, lifting my heels and arching my back hoping to move my ass hole across the tip of his cock. He moved from behind me and grabbed my cock like a leash. Leading me to the bedroom. "Show me your hole, Son." He released his grip on my cock and I moved to the corner of the bed. I get on the matress on all fours, and cat stretch my upper torso out into the bed. Face down. Ass up hanging off the corner giving "Dad" full access to my ass without being overly impeded by the shape of the bed. I hear a sigh of satisfaction behind me and feel him approach. Hands out massaging my hips and lower back. Moving a hand to each cheek and spreading them fully exposing my hole to him. I flex my prostrate making my hole wink. "This is a greedy hole, Son." he said slapping his cock against my twitching hole. He rubs the length of his shaft against my hole. Each time his head moves past, precum leaks out slicking my ass lips. I buck back hoping to catch his dick. He tugs at my hanging balls, and I feel him kneel down. He then reached forward with his free hand pulling my stiff cock back and begins sucking the precum out of my cock head. He squeezed my balls as he milked my cock, taking breaks to lick me shaft to balls. Each lick he took higher and higher up my backside. Sucking balls. Licking and gnawing at my taint. He rose higher and higher till he was lapping at the precipice of my hole. Still tugging my balls. Still coming down to suck the precum out of me. He nibbled across my ass cheeks. Making out with each side. Flicking around my hole but never quite on it. Teasing me endlessly. Finally I felt the flat of his tongue against my hole. He gave me three long licks like a tootsie roll pop all the while his grip continued to pull and tug my balls. My body was shaking with pleasure. My hole responding to the tongue pets and slowly opening itself up for deeper probing. He began sucking my ass hole, making the lips of my sphincter puff up. Occasionally he'd slap my ass as he did his mouth work on my hole. The slaps causing my cock to bounce, more precum to drip, and relax my hole. "You have a sweet cunt, Son." he said into my ass cheeks. "Just waiting and begging for Dad to push himself in." He spit into my hole and crack. Another favorite act of mine to be subjected to. The spit collected on the rim and I flexed my prostrate to help it seep in. He stood up, spitting again on my hole and into his hand. He began rubbing his cock onto my hole. The head of him popping in and out of the entrance. "You ready to get fucked, Son?" "Yes, Dad. Please fuck me." "Whats my rule?" he asked positioning himself behind me. One hand on my lower back, the other guiding his cock slowly into me. I felt the head enter. The work he had done on my ass had paid off in spades "No pulling out ever." I replied. He shoved himself inside of me. I gasped in relief. Unsure how long we had been in this state of teasing. Glad to finally have this man's cock where it was destined to be. He started bucking against me, grinding his member in and out of my anal cavity. "That's right, Son. Dad is going to plow that faggot hole of yours till you're filled with his poz cum." There it was, the promise. My hole clenched down on his cock as he fucked me and confirmed his status. "Yes, Dad. Poz me. Fill me with your charged load. I worked so hard to build up a big one." I replied, lost in the pleasure of the fuck. The slick sounds of his cock thrusting into my hole, the slapping of his pelvis against my ass, the crash of his nut sack against mine filled the room alongside my moans and his grunts. He was railing me tip to hilt. Keeping my hole exposed while he spread my cheeks apart, he fucked with purpose. Like he was being taken over by a greater need than just his own nut. The viral need to propagate and replicate the poison in his balls into a new host. I braced myself against the bed, pushing back in time with his thrusts to get him deeper. Flexing my sphincter muscle to milk his shaft. I wanted everything. Over and over he pumped his cock into me, throwing the whole of his weight behind each push. Depositing a trail of spit and precum inside my fuck chute. My hole loosened with every assault. Soon he was fully withdrawing himself before slamming his cock back in unaided. "That's right, Son." he huffed. "Submit to your Dad. Surrender your hole to me. Surrender to the virus Dad is gifting you." "I want it Dad!" I moaned back, gasping as he continued to drill me. "I want to be just like you, Dad. Turn me into a poz pig!" He shoved into me, lodging his cock in my bowels and pushed me forward onto the bed as he got on top. Kicked my legs together and started slamming his cock down into my hole. His sweat pouring down from him onto my back. "That's what Dad likes to hear, Son. I'm going to impregnate you. Just be Daddy's good boy and he'll give you everything you wanted." I was being jackhammered into the mattress. My dick strained against my body and the bed, feeling damp as it leaked. Damn if it still wasn't hard af though. I was fully submitting myself to this poz stranger and I've never been hornier. Every lounge made the walls of my ass quiver. I was on fire. He then lowered himself on top of me. Pinning me with his weight and mighty cock. He licked my neck and ears as he pumped. "I think that hole is about ready for Dad's first load." he breathed into my ear. My asshole began clenching down on him. "Yes, Dad. Please. Please give me your toxic seed. Breed Me. Breed Me, Dad." I begged. His dick swelled in my hole, and he began digging into me as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed as he howled into the nape of my neck, digging his fingers into my shoulders, locking his hips and waist onto my legs. I was so overwhelmed I didn't notice the flush of warmth flooding into my bowels. His cock did not stop moving, pushing his seed further into me. A felt fullness and pressure formed in my lower stomach as he pounded away. Soon the squelching and squeaking of cum covered flesh rubbing against each other filled the room. The unmistakable smell of cum followed. I never felt more sexy or purposeful than this moment, as a 68 yr old stranger dumped his week long stored up toxic cum into me to the point of overflow. And he wasn't soft yet. I had yet to come back to my body when he finally withdrew his cock. Stiff as ever and covered in cum. "Better tighten that hole, Son. Don't want any of that slipping out." he said as he rolled me over and moved up to my head. "Suck it, boy." he commanded, and I obeyed. I indulged myself, immediately deep throating his member. Delighting in the taste of his cum and my ass. Quietly thanking him for allowing me to take his seed in my mouth as well. "Don't swallow it yet, pig." He said. I nodded as I bobbed up and down his shaft. When he was confident in my oral cleanliness, he withdrew his cock, and straddled my waist. He bent down tongue out and drooling to kiss me. I opened my mouth holding the pool of cum and ass juice that was once on his dick. Our lips pressed and our tongues wrestled in his seed. I could feel his still rigid cock drooling on my stomach as we exchanged fluids. He pulled his lips off mine and rest his hands on my chest. He then spun himself around, his back facing me now, and then slowly moved back positioning his ass over my face. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered himself on it. I lifted my hands to cradle his ass as he rode my face. Grinding his hole across my nose and mouth. Dominant even as he got his ass licked, and in full control. I ate at his hole like it was my last meal, taking time to inhale his man scent as he glided up and down. While I rimmed him, he squeeze my dick standing at attention. He leaned forward using my face as a seat, and tongued the head of my cock before taking me into his mouth. My hips raised to meet him, shoving my thick dick down his throat. He took it with ease, his years of experience showing their worth as he inhaled my cock. I returned in kind thrusting my tongue into his hole, spitting into it as he lifted his hips before sitting down again. My face was covered in spit and ass musk, my dick the swirled around in his mouth. I felt like I was about to bust and he stopped getting off of me and the bed. He walked to a nearby night stand and grabbed a silicone donut from the drawer. He stood at the edge of the bed. "Come over to me, Son." I lifted myself into a seated position and seated myself at the edge of the bed. My face inches away from his chest. His dick pointing at my neck. He got down on his knees, stretching the donut out over my balls and using it to restrain them. It was tight, but not tighter than he'd been gripping my nuts earlier when he ate my ass. "There ya go, Son. Should help you from cuming too early." he said giving my balls a few taps with the back of his hand. My cock bounced and twitched as he did causing me to grown. He stuck his tongue out, letting my cock head bounce onto it as he continued patting away at my balls. Trails of saliva and precum stranded between my cock and his tongue. I wanted to cum so badly, but he kept edging me this way. Stopping occasionally to give me breaks if he ever felt I was getting too close. As he continued this, he reached under my balls with his free hand and began circling his thumb over my ass hole. The rubbing making it hard for me to keep hold of the load he gifted me. "It's okay, son." He began, "Give Dad Some of his cum back. You're going to fuck it back into him." I could only groan back in reply, and slowly relaxed my hole. Little by little I could feel his cum slowly secrete out of my hole. He held his hand out to catch it, pooling some in his palm. "Alright, boy. Close that hole back up. Show me you can take command of your hole." I did as asked, but damn was it harder. After some concentrated breaths I was able to tighten my sphincter again, squirting out the cum that stayed at the entrance during the exchange. He got up and moved to a dresser with a mirror, bending over the top and spreading his legs. Other hand still cradling the cum that had been soaking in my ass. "Get over here and fuck your Dad's hole, Son." I got behind him, and placed me cock at the entrance. He reached back coating my cock and his hole with the cum. As he lathered my shaft and his hole, he pulled me by my cock forward into his hole. I didn't need to be told twice and leaned into the direction, grabbing his hips to steady myself. Bit by bit my head sunk into his spit and cum covered ass hole. His sphincter flush and spongey as my stiff rod forced it's way it. "Damn, Dad. You're tight." I said, and I wasn't just playing up the fantasy. You can always tell when a man doesn't use his hole often. "That's right, Son." he grunted out as I entered, "Your Dad is usually a top, but he just had to have his boy's thick cock in him." My cock flexed in his hole causing him to jump up onto his toes a little. "That get you excited, Son?" he asked. I replied by shoving the rest of my cock into him. "Oof." he winced, "That's it Son. Don't show that poz hole any mercy. Fuck my load back into me." I pistoned into him, our flesh slapping into each other, the force of our fuck shaking the dresser "Dad" had braced himself against. The mirror shaking and distorting the reflection of two men in primal heat panting, sweating, and fucking. A generational divide between us in age but united in a piggy bliss. I was fucking this old man like it was the only thing I ever lived for. The room was getting musky from our hot play, smelling like a well used gym. I rubbed my hands on the sweaty back of the old man. Massaging my fingers into him as I kept my rhythm in his hole. He turned back to me and winked, letting me know he was enjoying the ride and said, "Lets get back to the bed, stud." We moved back to the mattress. Him leading, and me attached at the dick inside him. "Lay against the headboard." he instructed. Begrudgingly, I left his hole and did as instructed, the surrounding air cooling on my dick. I grabbed a pillow and sat up against the headboard. He soon followed moving his leg over my lap and facing away in a reverse saddle mount. He lined up his hole with my cock and impaled himself onto it relaxing himself into my embrace. As he sank further he rested the back head on my shoulders. I squeezed him into me, using my thighs to fully embrace his body from behind. My cock buried deep inside him, but neither of us moving. He brought his arm up behind my head, fully exposing his sweaty arm pit to my face. The odor from his pits rising into my nostrils. I felt my hips rocking involuntarily as I breathed in his scent. I lowered my face closer until my nose touched his damp pit. I huffed deeply and began to lap up his essence. He moaned as my tongue slobbered and tickled across his under flesh. His body responded in kind as he fucked himself on my cock. I was losing myself in his scent and his velvety fuck tunnel. I felt every part of my cock as it glided across the walls of his hole. These sensations and the pheromones radiating from his pits turned my brain into mush as my balls began to swell. "Fuck, Dad. You're gonna make me cum." I reported as he ground his hips deeper onto my cock. "Give Dad your load, Son. Make him proud by flooding his poz hole with your spunk." he encouraged continuing, "You're going to get another dose of my poison once you've finished blowing your last negative load. Dad's going to infect you with his dirty cum, boy." My mind broke as my muscles spasmed. A wave of pressure pushing itself out from the deepest parts of me through my swelling cock. Blasting out a stream of cum that shot itself deep inside the old man currently gorging himself on my dick. My hands squeezing into his hips and pulling him down into me so I could force my seed further, deeper. My toes curled and my hips bucked as my orgasm persisted, and he never stopped bouncing on my cock. "That's a good load, Son. Got your Dad filled up nice, and feeling like a cum whore." he said as he continued milking my dick with his asshole. He lowered into me one last time and clenched his ass on the way up and off my dick. My spent cock flopping unceremoniously out of his hole and leaking the last of my load. I lean back against the head board to catch my breath, but feel myself getting pulled down the mattress by my hips and legs. "Dad" threw my legs on his shoulders and was forcing himself into me again in missionary. He shoved his cock into me, not bothering with spit or lube, betting it all on the cum still in my ass or never caring to begin with. As he pressed his pelvis against my taint he bent down and spit in my face. I opened mouth and he spat again and again saying "You did a good job, Son. Now Dad needs you to be his filthy cumdump. You're just a hole now for your Dad." I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks spreading them to show my compliance. I needed more of him. I needed to carry more of his seed. His pleasure was everything. "Fuck me, Dad. Go wild fucking your sub cum dump, Son." I replied. His eyes focused and a devilish grin played across his face. He grabbed my chest for leverage, thumbs pressing into my nipples, and began fucking me harder and harder. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my body bucked as he threw his weight into me. I reached to his cock and my hole, making a ring with my fingers to grip the shaft as it perforates my asshole. He pinched my nipples and scraped my breasts with his nails as he fucked me. The salacious attack hitting my prostate and causing my spent cock to stir. Like his sexual energy was fuck transferring into my cock and shortening the refractory period. "Fu-Fu-Fuck. Fuck me. Breed me, Dad." I huffed. He began to lift me as he fucked, and then suddenly roared as he shoved himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitching and realized he was dumping his second load into me. I focused on the sensation as some of the fullness I felt before returned. Thanking my breeder for his load. He held his cock in my asshole as it emptied itself. The overflow of jizz running out of my loosening ass hole, down my back, and onto to mattress to pool underneath me. He started to withdraw his stiff member from my saturated hole, making his cock bounce as he pulled back. I was amazed that he was still hard after having cum, been fucked, and cummed again. My eyes wide as I stared at his cum covered cock moved back to my mouth for a cleaning. He placed his dick head at my lips and I opened up again, greeted by the taste of his cum and my asshole. "Amazed Dad is still hard, huh Son?" he asked. I nodded as he gently face fucked me while I cleaned his cock. Making sure my tongue covered and buffed every bit of his shaft, balls, and crotch. "We'll get you on some Trimix too once you convert, Son. That mixed with the virus is a powerful cocktail. You'll be able to breed as many neg sluts as you want without so much a break for them to change their mind." He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me harder. Pushing his head past my uvula and into my throat proper. It was a hard to breathe as he plugged my throat with his cock, but I didn't care. I simply focused on relaxing my throat as much a possible. Suppressing any gag reflex so "Dad" could fuck my throat. He gripped my neck saying "I can feel my cock through your throat, Son. You like getting this hole fucked too?" I hummed in affirmation not being able to speak with his dick thrusting in and out of my mouth. "You've been gifted two loads in your ass, plenty of precum everywhere else, and I'm sure my poz cum infected its way into your piss slit when you fucked me using one of the loads for lube." He recounted as his trusts against my face continued, balls slapping my chin, my nose pushing into his pubes. "You've been a great slut for Dad's cum." he praised. "Even depositing your last neg load into your Dad to be tainted and converted in my poz hole. I'm going to feed that incubated load back to you once I finished with your mouth." He erupted inside me, his cock too far into the back of my throat to taste it, but felt his cock pulsing against my tongue. My mouth and throat thumping in time with his heartbeat as he came. I coughed around his dick swallowing his third load. When he was satisfied he pulled out, head dripping with cum, cock covered in spit and phlegm. Then he got up, and straddled my face with his hips. Seating his hole above my face so I could get a good view. He started pushing out my cum he had been converting in his hole, the salty strands hitting my face and sliding down to my mouth. I reached up and pulled him into me, stiffening my tongue to push in and open up his asshole for my toxic cream pie. I felched his hole this way sucking out every drop of my load from his hole. As his hole relaxed I fixe my lips against his ass lips and sucked outward puffing up his hole like a pussy. He moaned and squirmed, occasionally playing with my cock as I did my work. "Who knew I raised such a kinky pig, Son? You're doing things to your Dad he doesn't get to experience every day." he praised. "Guess it really is true, like father like son." He lifted off of me and laid back down next to me cradling me in his arms. We made out again, and I snowballed the cum I sucked out of his ass between us. Our hands massaging and stroking our sweaty and filthy bodies. Daylight had started to come in from the windows. We both lifted our heads to look out into the coming morning. We looked at each other and laughed. "Can't say I expected an all nighter, Son." he said smiling at me. "Me either, Dad. Happy to have lost track of time with you." I replied. "Me too, Son. Dad does have to go to work today though." he said signaling our time was coming to a close. I started to get up but he held me in the bed for a moment. "I sure I still have one last parting load for you, Boy. Let's say we hit the showers?" he suggested, I quickly and excitedly accepted. "Good boy." he replied, and brought me to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty standard, but featured a large standing shower with a seated bench made of marble that attached from the wall. He flipped a few knobs and the shower turned on but I didn't notice any water. Yet the glass beginning to fill with steam from the heat inside. "Doubles as a sauna." he said proudly as he cleared up my confusion. "Don't want my boy kneeling onto a cold shower floor." "Kneeling?" I thought. He guided me into the shower. Heated air rushing out into the bathroom as we stepped in. The hot humid air clinging to our bodies. "Alright, in your knees, pig." I obeyed and got down on my knees, facing his cock. I moved to suck it but he pushed me away. "Not yet, boy." he said aiming the head at me. The sauna air filled with the scent of piss as he let loose a stream of urine onto me as I kneeled. The warm fluid hit my body felt warmer than the heated air we stood in as it ran down my face and chest. I wasn't prepared for this level of debauchery, but I was definitely here for it. As he marked me in his piss he moved closer telling me to open my mouth. I did as asked and soon had the salinated liquid filling up and pouring out of my mouth. I swallowed some but let the rest run down my body, arching forward and sticking out my ass in a lewd display of submission. Looking up at the man who had been fucking me all night who was staring back at me with all of the pride and admiration in the world. "That's right, Son. Baptize yourself in Dad's piss. Become the pig you were ment to be." As he finished up, he lifted me up into an embrace. Pressing our cocks together between us. "I want you to let go of your bladder, Son. Relax, and let your stream flow between us." He soothingly encouraged. It took a minute to relax and focus in my bladder, but soon I also began emptying myself. The piss shooting up between us like a fountain before running down our torso, waist, and legs. We kissed more, slower but still deep as we savored the sensation and intimacy. We were truly giving each other every bit of ourselves that night. We held each other for a bit longer after I had fully evacuated the urine in my bladder. Our cocks stiffening against or sticky poss covered bodies. "It's time to get another dose, Son" he said and sat down on the marble bench in the shower. His cock stood straight up waiting for me to puncture myself ontop of it. I moved to sit down in his lap facing away and guided his cock into my hole. There was no resistance, between the evening of fucking, the steam, and the cum still brewing inside me his cock just slid right in. We took it slow as I just ground and bounced my hips into his pelvis. His hands guiding and steering me to this target. The smell of piss and sex lingered heavily in the shower/sauna. He moved forward shifting the angle of his fuck stick as I plowed myself. The shift causing his cock to graze my prostrate as I rode him. My stimulation stiffened my cock as his dick rub against the p spot. Each pump priming a load to erupt from me and suddenly I moaned aloud as his cock forced me to ejaculate. My ass clamped down hard on him, making him buck and shoot. Our cries of ecstasy ecohing against the shower tile. I sank into him one last time, trying to mimic the dismount he performed on me earlier. Yet try as I might, I couldn't muster the muscle tension of my hole. It had been fucked useless. As I pulled off a clog of semen rushed out of my hole. He moved forward and quickly laped it up with his tongue. "Get on your knees and arch forward, Son. Your hole is too loose to keep Dad's gift in. I did as asked and he stepped from the shower briefly to rummage in a near by drawer. He then returned with a butt plug and pushed it inside of my gaping hole making sure the flare at the end was secured. "There you go, Son. Now you can carry my seed with you all day until it's absorbed." I thanked him, standing up slowly to adjust to the stiff plug now inside of me. He embraced me again, kissing my forehead and cheeks tenderly. "Let's get washed up."

me and a big friend ;)

The hookup apps (and the dating ones too) are all about finding someone who wants to do the things you enjoy doing. I don't mind guys who don't do anal having a term to make it clear where they stand. I would rather the sides find one another; that sounds like less frustration for them and for those of us who think fucking is the most important part.

The dimly lit back room of the bar was now a chaotic symphony of grunts, moans, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. The young twink, his body already marked with bruises and welts, was the center of this twisted spectacle. He was passed from one set of hands to another, each pair more eager than the last to claim their turn with him. I watched as a burly man with a scar across his cheek grabbed the twink by the hair, forcing his head back so he could look into his eyes. "You want this, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. The twink nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes, sir. Please, use me. Ruin me." The man laughed, a harsh, mocking sound, and then shoved his cock into the twink's mouth, choking him with its thickness. He held the twink's head in place, fucking his face mercilessly, spitting on him and calling him every degrading name imaginable. "You're just a worthless cumdumpster, aren't you?" he sneered. "Beg for it, you little bitch." The twink complied, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, sir. Fuck me. Use me. I'm your cumdumpster. Please, sir." As the first man pulled out, his cock glistening with spit, another stepped forward. This one had a wicked grin, holding a thick leather belt. He wrapped it around the twink's neck, pulling tight until his face turned a deep, suffocating red, his eyes bulging. "Beg for it, you little slut," he demanded. "Beg for me to fuck you." The twink nodded frantically, his lips quivering. "Please, sir. Fuck me. Use me. I'm your worthless trash. Please, sir." The man laughed and shoved his cock into the twink's ass, tearing through him with a brutal thrust. The twink screamed, the pain intense, but he pushed back, begging for more. "Harder, sir. Please, sir. Fuck me harder." The man pounded into him, his hips slapping against the twink's ass, his balls smacking against his taint. He reached around and grabbed the twink's cock, squeezing until he thought it would burst. "You like that, you little bitch?" he taunted. "You like being used like a fucktoy?" The twink sobbed, his body on fire, his mind spinning with pain and pleasure. "Yes, sir. I love it. Please, sir. Don't stop." Another man, this one with a flogger in his hand, took his turn. He whipped the twink's back, ass, and thighs until they were a raw, bloody mess. The twink screamed and begged, his body convulsing with each lash. "Please, sir. More. I need more." The man then forced his cock into the twink's mouth, choking him, using him until he came down his throat. "Swallow it, you little cumdumpster," he commanded. "Every last drop." A sadist with cold, calculating eyes punched the twink in the face, splitting his lip, then crushed his balls, making him scream in agony. "You're just a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "Beg for more." The twink nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Please, sir. More. I need more. I'm your worthless trash. Use me." He then fisted the twink's ass, tearing him open, using him until he was a sobbing, broken mess. "You like that, you little bitch?" he taunted. "You like being ruined?" The twink sobbed, his body shaking with each brutal thrust. "Yes, sir. I love it. Please, sir. Don't stop. Ruin me." Another man made the twink drink his piss, forcing the warm liquid down his throat. "Drink it, you little urinal," he commanded. "Every last drop." He then grabbed the twink's cock and balls, twisting and pulling until he thought he would pass out from the pain. "You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "Beg for more." The twink nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Please, sir. More. I need more. I'm your worthless trash. Use me. Ruin me." The crowd of men gathered around, each taking their turn with the twink, using him, abusing him, and leaving him a broken, sobbing mess. They fucked him, choked him, beat him, and humiliated him until there was nothing left. The twink took it all, begging for more, craving the pain, the degradation, the ultimate ruin. And when they were finally done with him, he lay there, a broken, used toy, his body a canvas of bruises and welts, his mind a twisted mess of pain and pleasure. The men stood over him, their cocks hard and throbbing, taking turns pissing on him, marking him as their own. "Look at this worthless piece of shit," one of them said, laughing. "He got what he wanted. He's ours now." They left the twink there, a broken, used mess, a twisted testament to their power and his ultimate submission. And as they walked away, they knew they would never forget the young twink who begged for his own ruin, who craved the pain, the degradation, the ultimate use. The twink, with his dark curls and striking features, had become just another wasted youth, a plaything for their savage, sadistic desires.

This is my Buddy Steve’s sperm pouring out my hole just after he shot over a week’s worth of his seed into me.

I hope this epilogue doesn't harm the original two chapters. I've been pondering this wrap up for a while. Six years is a lot of pondering. LOL. I just felt some glimpse into the future was needed. I hope you don't hate it. ============== Epilogue: The boy wakes up in his room, as the time delay lock on his door hums it’s opening tune. It has been 6 years since he signed away his identity. He has served his Master as best he could. He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His body has fully belonged to the Master. He has taken no medication since the fuck flu hit him three weeks after submission. His gaunt frame would make his average cock look huge, had it not been for the cage. The boy ponders his time served. His Master has only allowed him to cum when he chose to see it, rarely more than once a week, sometimes not for longer intervals. The boy looks at the clock, and heads to the kitchen to prepare his Masters breakfast. Once this is is done, he carries the tray skillfully into his Master’s chambers. Something is not right. The Master has not awakened yet. The boy thought this highly unusual. “Master?” the boy says timidly, knowing punishment will come for speaking first. No response. Putting down the tray and approaching the bed, his eyes scan for any movement. Cautiously, he pulls back the covers. His Master lays motionless, seemingly undisturbed. In a nervous tone, the boy calls out again, “M..m..master?” Reaching out, the boy dares to touch his owner, recoiling almost immediately at the coolness he finds. The Master has passed away in his sleep. No more will he use his property. Looking around the boy finds the cabinet his Master had told him he was only allowed to open when the Master was deceased. Inside, he finds some files, with a note on top. *** Boy, If you are reading this, it must mean that I am no longer in this life. You have served me well over the past years. You have been named as my sole heir. It is up to you now to step up and continue the legacy that started with my own Master 10 years before me. I was once in your position. My Master passed his seed to me, and I have passed it to you. Now it is your turn to do the same. *** The boy, already in tears, fully breaks down. His heart is broken at the loss of his Master, that he has come to love. — Arrangements are made, the estate is settled. Upon returning home from the private service, the once boy surveys his once prison, now as the lord of the manor. Turning on the computer, he logs into a familiar profile on the site where he found his Master. There, he sees a 35 yr old showing nearby. It seems the guy has checked his profile out a few times, but has not made contact. A smirk plays on his face as he clicks to message the new boy, and begins the dialogue, fondly remembering his own course years ago. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hey, um, well i dont know about really doing it!" MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 48 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" The circle of life must continue. The chain will add a new link.

I have been undetectable pretty much since I was diagnosed, and feel so lucky taking loads without asking status, I'm at the clinic every 90 day and have had to deal with other STDs but that is expected and I am happy to say I am STD free last visit, have doxy here too which I can offer tops who are worried but honestly I want to have sex with men who want to swap loads or plant a load up my ass, even poz tops who don't take meds and get off pozzing others have been fucking and loading my gut and will be invited too again. Poz cum is welcome as is anon cum fucked in my gut-

I love being a muscle btm. Drinks with friends tonight has already got me 6 tops lined up. Idk most of them but they need to breed. hope its good seed for my hole

…continued… When we had met, I had noted that Andy was a MCMAP Green Belt. This means besides his training as ‘Every Marine A Rifleman’, plus his MOS Qualifier Training, he had received over 75 hours of extra hand to hand combat techniques training and testing as well as ethical consideration training on when not to use those skills. Let’s face it, if you cripple someone in a bar fight even if they started it, you are going to get in a shitload of trouble. As he was trying to adapt to an appropriate response track, there were some complications such as being naked with a hardware laden cock hammering his ass. Even though I was an NCO, my training in ‘gay’ studies was very basic. I was still at the Novice Freshman level. As I realized what was causing Andy’s distress, I neglected to consider how unhappy it would make the black cock owner that had been bruising my throat and cutting off my air. My understandable turning to help a Shipmate was also (I now know) bottom speak for: “Please use my other hole Sir”! The time it took me to realize my mistake was about the same time it took for the BBC owner to hilt himself balls deep in my rectum. Except for Andy’s finger, my sphincter had been returning to normal in the 5 days since the Troll Gang Bang. Andy was still being hammered, My BBC had assumed a rabbit fuck pace, the press and heat of surrounding bodies was smothering. Andy disengaged by falling in a heap on the floor and about that time the Black Man who was fucking me yelled take my DNA while he increased his pace. My hardon was as stiff as when I had fucked Buddy not all that long ago. My ass hurt, my breathing was labored, my earlier air restriction / choking had my PTSD in overdrive and I realized I was shuddering min pure ecstasy in a trembling, shuddering, precum generating assgasm and leaking ejaculate in a drool out of my cock. Andy and I had both lost our towels. Andy found two by feeling around on the cum slick floor. As we wormed our way out of the press of bodies and headed to the showers Andy was subdued and not talkative like he was before. In the well-lit showers, I noticed tiny rivulets of red on Andy’s Crack, Buttocks and Legs. Andy looked at me and said “Mike, I’m sorry, that got out of hand”. “Fuck that – are you OK”? “Just surprised is all” he said as he dropped to his knees as we both realized my cock was still stiff. Andy took me into his mouth and started sucking. My Cock was sensitive because of everything that had happened during the night, but it was a wonderful feeling, and it did not take long until I spurted in his mouth and he swallowed. Andy kept on sucking. People would come into the shower room, watch and some acted like they were trying to get involved but Andy and I pushed their hands away. Time was distorted but Andy started to alertness as he checked his watch – “Shit, we have to go”! We dressed wet, exited the bathhouse and summoned an Uber. We made it back in time for Andy to make morning muster. On the way, I had softly asked again if Andy was OK? If he was on PrEP? He responded that yes he was doing on-demand dosing but as he did so, said shit under his breath. When I asked what was wrong, he said I have a few but just need to get a refill. I was still on my extension for bereavement leave but Andy had to hustle once we got back to the room. He was fishing with a spoon in his Muscle Milk and Protein Powder jars along with a few curses, fished out two pills and took them, dressed and rushed to muster. I fell onto my rack exhausted and leaking cum out of my ass. My energetic dreams were full of orgies and gang bangs. I awoke to people entering the room. Shit, I had at least pulled a poncho liner over my naked leaking ass as I had gone back to bed. Fuck! Friday barracks inspection. As I started awake, my ass still wet and leaking cum onto my fully made-up rack blanket the First Sgt and Lt. came in. Phew, the Top was starting ‘on your feet’ but the LT said, “as you were”. He added “room unsat, square this room away Corporal. My condolences but your extension is up on Monday Morning” and they left. It took minutes for my heartrate to go down. At least they did not catch me with a boner or observe the sludge leaking out of my ass. I was not sure that my dick would ever rise again after that scare. There was no way I was going to get back to sleep so I showered after trying to push the remaining cum out of my ass. Then I worked on getting the room back into acceptable status. By lunchtime, I needed to eat but avoided the chow hall. I grabbed my laptop and headed for McDonalds I had been treating my body like a toilet the last week so there was no reason to stop now. I ordered some food with Iced Tea and found a corner where my screen could not be observed. The local WiFi soon kicked me off due to the searches I was performing. I switched over to my phone hotspot mode and continued. I looked at web info on STD/STI transmission and moved to searches on gay sexual behavior. Breath Play was on the path I had seen listed when I selected a subtopic I thought I had never heard of called autoerotic asphyxiation but a reference citing David Caradine’s Cause of Death triggered a memory that I had heard about it but dismissed it. I recalled the total sensory overload I had experienced at the bathhouse as I was being fucked by Andy, the shock of the condom snapping like a rubber band, my being choked by the BBC, the clench, and the high velocity load that had shot out of my dick from the orgasmic overload. In my limited knowledge exchange from my Uncle, and previous viewing of straight and gay porn I was ill equipped with practical experience since it had been 6 days since my deflowering. I was acutely aware of the hard bench seat and the hard rod in my pants. The twitch in my ass became more urgent. I had anticipated watching some porn, but my current discomfort of being Horney in a fast-food joint would just get worse if I did. I found myself daydreaming about what Andy and I would do over the weekend. When I returned to the Barracks, I found a note from Andy that he had been tapped to replace a Marine on the TDY Rodie Crew member whose wife had gone into labor sooner than expected. My plans for the next two weeks went up in smoke. FUCK! I sat in a funk at my desk for what seemed like hours. I thought of and discarded going to the bathhouse after Thursday’s experience. The only other person who had proffered any guidance on these gay topics was Leo and I needed to consider a best path forward to avoid screwing everything up. In the short term, I performed a manual release on the toilet thinking about the past week, then showered and hit the rack for a night of troubled sleep. Saturday Morning, I woke to morning wood but as I stroked, I remembered my plan of action. I went into my wall locker and pulled out my folded Flyer’s Kitbag. These heavy-duty large B Bags were built for heavy amounts of gear and were durable enough not to burst when stressed. There were two reinforced handles since Marines in Uniform do not really have the need for sissy backstraps, nor would they get away with using them anyway. These bags were simply improved in materials but had not changed much since Viet Nam. The zipper was no longer metal but heavy duty synthetic. The logistics and equipment designers had also by design or happy accident engineered a bag you could carry a shitload of pizzas in without mangling the pizzas. I laid it on my rack. I was in my running shoes, PT shorts, and T Shirt. On my left bicep was my PT phone and ID holder with a zip for cash and plastic. I went for a short run. My route took me by the overpass where I noticed familiar figures. Good, the periodic cycle of clearing homeless encampments had not affected my cherry pickers. I returned to Barracks where I pulled a pair of board shorts over the PT shorts because while I could wear the civilian T at the Class 6/Marine Mart the PT shorts would get me written up or hinder my mission. I grabbed the B Bag then went to the Class 6 and got a 24 pack suitcase of Bud Light, then headed for the pizza place that was just opening for the day. Armed with a B-Bag full of beer and a stack of medium pizzas, I set off on my mission quest. I tried he-manning the load and carrying it with outstretched arm but there was a difference between this awkward bulk and the reps I would do at the fitness center. I eventually settled on grabbing the handle on one side arced around my shoulder rotator cuff and continued on. During the day as opposed to a rainy night, there were fewer guys under the bridge overpass than the previous rainy weekend. As Leo recognized me their air of caution passed, and their casual manner resumed. “Hey Mike, back for more? More importantly did you go by and get some PEP for those toxic loads”? “Well yes” I answered and then realized that answered both questions. “I appreciate what you did when I was feeling really low and thought I would bring a little something” and started pulling out pizza and the beer. Leo looked at me. “Plenty of Marines come back for more, but few are this thoughtful”. His humor was reflected in his chuckle and infectious mood. As we consumed the Pizza and beer, we did some catching up on the last week. When Leo asked me if I had thrown away my PEP bottle as he had predicted as likely - I honestly realized I had forgotten today’s dose as well as yesterday’s and told him so. “Mike, it was kind to bring the Pizza and Beer. We’ll eat your slices and drink your beer. We may be homeless but were not whores. If you want us to cut a slice of your ass and mouth, all you needed to do was smile and ask”. As he saw my expression change Leo said “Don’t sweat it kid, just fucking with ya. However, answer me this: Is your goal to explore your sexual appetites or is it to get Pozzed”? When I did not return a quick answer, Leo added “if you are chasing for chasing’s sake, when you get Pozzed it is sort of anticlimactical. If you pick up HIV from the best sex you have ever experienced, well that is a risk every young gay lad takes preventive steps or not. What are your goals? I need an answer”. “I suppose the Poz and the sex” I replied. “Alright, if we are going to do this, I’ll give you what you are asking for along with what you need but only if you promise me you’ll stay with me all day, do what I say, and not flake out, agreed?” I nodded and said “Yes Sir”. “OK, come over here” and he led me into a patch of scrub trees and bushes in this little island of urban jungle. “Drop your shorts and step out of them. Bend over and grab that sapling”. Leo ran a hand down my crack and probed my hole with a finger. He sniffed and asked why are you here begging for cock with a dirty hole? I stammered with an excuse such as ‘I forgot’ but Leo said. “Never mind, remember your promise. Here is a demonstration of douching in the field and stuck his semihard head in my hole which even after the week of exercise was still sore. I felt a warm wet feeling – Leo was pissing up my ass! I started to turn but he was holding my hips reminding me of my promise. I was revolted but thrilled at the same time. As Leo finished, he pointed to a culvert with a storm drain slot and said “expel it there”. And return to your position. Leo walked away, but shortly afterwards, Devon, the BBC from my deflowering came into the open space. “Leo said you want me to piss up your ass”. I just hung my head and pushed my ass out. I was getting desperate. “OK you asked for it” and pushed an inch or so of his semi-hard cock into my ass and let loose. This stream was stronger, and my sore ass was reacting in a slutty way trying to slide further down his ebony pole, but Devon told me to hold still. The stream stopped and I expelled the result at the culvert then returned to my position. Devon spit and I felt his 10 inch cock battering in past the inch it had previously held. My ass was wet but not slick. The breaching was both agonizing and exciting. Previously, there had been plenty of loads to lubricate the way. This time, it was pure traction just like when Andy used a condom on me Thursday night. With some grunting and pushing, he eventually hilted and then started to reverse. I had been clenching my jaw trying not to scream out. Devon’s cockhead wiggled past my joy button, and I moaned while my cock inflated and twitched. The itch was being scratched and empty spot in my hole was being filled - I was complete. Devon started picking up the pace, his toxic pre was providing some lubrication I also smelled a faint coppery smell, and I wondered if I was bleeding again. Regardless of how lubed I was, he picked up the pace and started angling his cock to batter my prostate driving me crazy with lust. Without warning, my ass clenched, and I shot a rope of cum into the dirt at my feet. The burning friction was finally being softened by Devon’s cum as he shot volleys into my ass chute. Leon appeared and placed my B-Bag flat on the dirt of the tiny clearing and said “Flat on your Back, and grab your ankles” Devons cock was still stiff but I pulled off to comply and Devon got on his knees and reinserted his hardening tool. “Round 2” devon said and started hammering away. At this angle, his cock pounded my button mercilessly causing a steady ooze of pre to come out of my piss slit. A really old guy joined us, knelt and took out his teeth and started sucking on my sensitive cockhead despite my objections. He had a pot belly and spots on his skin which was stretched across tendons and bones. His uncut cock was impressively veined just like the rest of him. Did this guy have AIDS? I shuddered and Devon unloaded his second load in me. As Devon left, the new guy moved into position. Devon had been able to reach new depths when I changed to this position. This new guy also went deep from the first stroke. As he thrust away, his thrusts became more spasmatic and his panting grew labored. He leaned in and kissed me and to my amazement and disgust I started Frenching him back. He put his mouth beside my ear and licked. He whispered there is more to being Poz than a test result. And he groaned as his cock twitched in my hole. “Take my Full Blown Viral Load you beautiful boy”. As he came down from his cum, my legs and arms were tired from being bent into a U for multiple loads. As he disengaged and crawled up to push his death stick in my mouth, Leo was pressing my legs back up and entering my hole. He asked “Marine, do you keep your promises?” “Yes!” I shouted. “Good, because you never want a pissed off Marine that has you in such a vulnerable position”. Leo continued and spunked in my ass which by this time after the AIDS Skeleton had finished trying to get a rise from my cock had given up and stepped back to enjoy the show. My ass was a fluid mess. My cock which had been so hard at the start of this just a short time ago was holding on like a butterfly in a gale force wind. Leo came and left, replaced by other cocks. Some of these were people I did not recognize which would be understandable due to the darkness and circumstances the last time I was here. I lost count of the number of loads, but distinctly remembered at least 11 new people. Some of whom also stayed for a second round. I wondered if Leo was pulling random people off of the street to fuck me? This had to have lasted for hours but time was slippery. I looked at my watch which said 14:30, the succession of cocks ended. My T shirt had been used as a cum rag. I had choked a few times on large cocks but could not recall any panic moments, I put on my running shorts over my cummy ass and genitals pulling my board shorts over that. “Next Item on the agenda” Leo said, “Hope you are not too sore for a walk. Leave your B-Bag, it is fine where it is”. And we went off walking at an angle away from the Marine Barracks and Navy Yard area towards the DC Armory and RFK Stadium. I was carrying my shirt hoping it would dry out some. When we had walked almost a mile, I stopped in my tracks guessing our destination but could not fathom a reason why we were going towards Congressional Cemetery. Leo stopped and just looked at me. He said, “does your word mean so little to you”? He scoffed and turned continuing on. I considered walking away but eventually followed Leo through the gates. Leo’s stern demeanor was replaced by a tour guide/Docent personality. Those columns to our left are where the famous DC Madam and her sister are buried. She ran a whorehouse on what is now the Capitol Mall and serviced the sinners and pious politicians with equal vigor. We walked down the main drag and turned right at the Chapel. This was the old Parish Church and down here on the left is the famous Marine John Phillip Sousa who is supposed to have said that he can’t march if he can’t hear the boys in the band. I don’t know about that one, but he did say: ..” Dance as though no one is watching. Love as though you've never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth”.. This was the reason I had been hesitant to come here, I knew of this place because the Roadies would set up got the Marine Band here when they would do periodic in-Cemetery performances. Leo continued “I know why you do not want to enter a cemetery. Everyone has their demons, but you’re tilting at imaginary windmills. To fear a thing, is to give that thing power over you. There is power here, but it is not what you think. He motioned to walk back past the chapel. As we approached an intersection Leo continued. “There are plenty of Gays and Lesbians buried here as well as the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. There is no one father of the Gay Rights Movement, but several are right here on this corner. Leonard Matlovitch selected his memorial with care and selected the position to give a last fuck you to the government bureaucrats that made his life of service along with his fellow gay service members a living hell”. I looked and read his stone: “When I was in the Military, they gave me a medal for Killing Two Men and a discharge for loving one”.. Look up and few headstones and you will see the headstone of Clyde Tolson, man bro and constant man companion of J. Edgar Hoover who is a few more plots up this row. The pivot girl of the FBI has a fence around his plot - ostensibly to keep people from pooping on his grave. If you ask me, it would be a waste of poop. That small headstone is for one of the other fathers of the Gay Rights movement. PFC Kameny served in WWII. All in all, over 35 people have been buried here in the gay corner to reinforce the message that gay is good message. Leo spoke again “Across the path is the joint plot of Barbara Gittings and Kay Lahausen. Barbara was instrumental in getting the American Psychiatric Association to remove the criterion of homosexuality as being a mental disease or condition. Some of the people buried here died from AIDS or medical conditions arising from early HIV treatments and medications. I have been in your shoes, not willing to end it myself but otherwise living a self-destructive life. The object lesson here is that having a positive impact has nothing to do with any particular bug you might pick up. More young men have taken that advice and benefited from it than have ignored it. I would like to add you to my win Talley, but the choice is yours”. I walked back with Leo in silence leaking cum from my ass. Leo continued. “Some people I know plan out their poz bugchase and it is a beautiful thing, but once they catch it, they have to change gears and find a new goal. If however they work on exploring sex and/or relationships, mix in a little spice, and always push their limits there is always a new goal and a new motivation. These gays live positively regardless of HIV status”. That choice is yours. Thanks for enduring an uncomfortable walk, and an uncomfortable topic. What do you think”? I was silent for a bit, then asked Leo “do you think the guys can get another round of loads into my ass”? Which made Leo laugh. “That’s the Spirit! Gung Ho”. We went back to the group and I continued on into the bushes and lay back on my kit bag enjoying the last of the sun on my body. I would have kicked off my running shoes but I was so tired I thought I might have trouble getting them on again. There was a rustle in the brush and the AIDS skeleton came though. Hi Mike, I’m Doug, we met earlier in a biblical sense. I heard Leo introduced you to some of my friends at the Congressional. He knelt and straddled my chest, his cock on my lips, I hummed a uhhuh and opened for him and suckled. Doug’s voice was gentle and soft. “Leo says you are expanding your horizons as well as your hole. Would you like to explore more”? I bobbed my head yes. He rose, reversed and lowered his ass on my mouth. I was surprised and excited. My excitement grew as he leaned forward into a 69 position. His ass flexed and his cuntlips – (they could not have been confused with a rosebud anymore blossomed a bit). I sniffed and explored with my tongue, then pressed deeper. Doug started sucking harder I felt my legs being lifted from behind then held by Doug. Without seeing my other lover, as soon as his cock touched my asslips I knew it was Devon. I sealed my lips around Doug’s ring and started sucking the cum out of his hole. Doug shuddered and moaned, Yes baby, suck that toxic load out and make it your own. He gave a yip of delight as I started humming while rimming, running the edge of my tongue around the ruffled edges of his cunt lips. My senses were heady, the musk intoxicating, something inside my head was screaming in horror and revulsion, but for now, I was a cat lapping cream out of a cup. Devon said “looks like we got a new piggy, Oink”. Doug sucked harder pulling the dregs out of my balls and Devon shot his load as my ass involuntarily clenched. The train of cocks continued and I became dark. Lights came on pointed at the overpass and a bullhorn announced this area was being cleared and trespassers were subject to arrest. As soon as Doug rose up, Devons cock was gone from my ass. My heart skipped a beat, I experienced an adrenaline burst grabbed my PT shorts and jumped through the bushes opposite the activity. I scratched the hell out of my pecker, thighs and ass. I suppose I am lucky that I did not catch my nutsack on a post or stake. I was on the other side of the culvert, fell, rolled, jumped up and kept running. A block away I realized I was buck naked except for my runners and thanked god that I had not lost the shorts. I stopped, put on the shorts, and started a jog back to the sally gate. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my ribcage. ..Not the end..

Thanks, another pic

I don't know where else to post it, and it might give someone here a chuckle. So I read a post this morning, and it had me filking while making lunch. I decided to share in case anyone else was amused. I'm not going to share who inspired it, but from what I read, he would likely be both amused, and maybe proud. sung to the tune of: Let Me Call You Sweetheart (1948) Bing Crosby Let me call you cumdump. It's all that you're good for. Let me hear you whimper, you want those poz loads more. Men don't want to know you. They think that you're a whore. You'll let the bathhouse breed you. It was never enough before. I don't want to know you. I think that you're a whore. So let me call you cumdump. You know it's all you're for.

Hi all. Just finally getting back to writing. So sorry for the delay

Last night i sucked off a married migrant worker from grinder In a pitch black farm storage building. Met him a little ways down from where he’s staying. Saw him on the side of the road and followed his figure into a dark dirty building. He pushed me to my knees and took out his cock. Not very big. But it was rock hard. He grabbed my head and pounded his cock into the back of my mouth, held me in place as he fucked my mouth. Spent half an hour swapping between making out and having my throat assaulted by his cock. When he finally came he pushed my head down as far as he could and shot his load down my throat. Held me there until I had to push his off, zipped up and walked away.

My name is Guillaume, I'm 31 years old, I'm in a relationship with a woman and I even have children. I live in France. I'm asking myself some questions about my sexual orientation. I wasn't even 12 years old when I had already seen several of my friends' cocks. We liked to jerk off together, we watched each other, we commented on them, etc. Then, around the age of 13, I watched my first gay porn videos. I cammed with other guys, sometimes I watched older men, and I did that for several years. I had my first girlfriend from the age of 17 to 19, but I continued watching gay porn even though I had also started watching cuckold porn. I continued to cam and went on chat rooms to talk to guys. Then one day, while I was still in a relationship, a guy six years older than me came over and sucked me off. It was nice, but it's not my favorite thing. After that, I stopped everything (porn, cam, etc.). Then I was single for two years, two years that consisted of jerking off to cuckold, IR, gay, and sissy porn... It was during this time that I bought myself two pairs of women's underwear and a dildo. I then had an eight-month relationship and got back together with my first girlfriend for a few weeks, and then nothing. In 2016, I met my sweetheart, the woman I live with and have children with. I try to hold back as best I can, but my urges are stronger, and I always end up falling back. Since 2016, I've been jerked off by two guys in a urinal at a highway rest area. I've met a man three times, whom I sucked off to the last drop, then another a few years later, and yet another who gave me my first facial. I was so proud that day! Since my facial, it's been quiet. I always go on sites to chat, do cams, take photos... then I discovered "cruising spots," these places, often in the middle of nature, in ruins, rest areas, etc., where men meet to enjoy themselves. But no luck, the few men I've met wanted to suck me off, while I prefer to relieve men with my mouth! I'm ashamed because I have children, but the urges are stronger. No one knows all this. My wife is allowed to see other men (it's been a long time since she's had a lover), so I figure I could tell her after all, since she's had lovers, why not me too? But after so many years of saying I'm straight, it seems difficult. I brought up the subject jokingly once, and she told me that if I told her I also like cock, she'd take it as a betrayal because I'd never told her. Sorry for my English.

Thanks for this question. There are "bottoms", and then there are cumdumps. The second - the cumdumps - are bottoms, of course - but they're also so committed to their skills that they find total satisfaction in servicing cock after cock after cock. They are very special men - men who have embraced their lusts to the ultimate degree - entirely embracing who and what they are, and that's achieving a successful life. They truly love themselves for their ongoing commitment to servicing hard raw cocks, one after another after another after another - secure in their sense of self-worth. They simply know that it's answering their calling, and find fulfillment in that calling. They are literally "in love' with who they have become, and why they've become so. Cumdumps don't give a rats ass about all the other facets of the lives of those they service. They care only that they service as many men as they possibly can as often as they possibly can. When there's a hard raw cock up their sperm-holes, it's because they need the load - not because some other guy else needs to pump it up their guts. A true cumdump has the most flavorful, tasty, lovely hole than other men. Eating out a cum-filled hole is one of the true joys of life, before adding one's own sperm to the mix. There is another, more ethereal facet to what a cumdump has to offer, which is connection to every other Top that has bred the hold prior. What could possibly be more "connective" for a Top, dedicated to his own lusts, than tasting/consuming/ "connecting with" the sperm of his (unknown) brothers that have already sated that particular hole? It's hardly all that different from a cocksucker that loves sucking off cock after cock after cock. The thrilling difference is, the essence, the sperm, of all the previous cocks is still there, inside the cumdump's gut. And, by extension, all the men that have ever pumped their sperm up that hole. In that sense, we're all literally "connected" - across national boundaries, across oceans between us, with no possible divisions amongst us.

Author’s note: The characters in this story have had their names changed and some of the details altered, for reasons of privacy. It is indeed a small gay world. IT’S A SMALL, SMALL (GAY) WORLD A couple of years after moving to LA, a job opportunity brought me back to another large east coast city, completely unattached. I was still healthy with a normal T-cell count, but my doctor in LA said my viral load was quite high. He didn’t recommend starting meds yet, which were just beginning to be more tolerable and much less toxic. Before the iPhone and all the hookup apps, there were hookup websites that sprung up in the early days of the internet, just before the sun set on gay bars as we knew them. Eugene and I met on one of these early gay websites. He lived in the suburbs, but he worked near where I lived. He told me he was recently divorced from a woman, but he’d been having sex with men since college. I told him I was looking for uncomplicated sex and probably not looking for a relationship. We decided to hook up because Eugene was sexy, said he liked morning sex, and he could swing by my place before work. On the appointed morning, I remembered that I needed to tell Eugene I was positive with a high viral load and that we would use condoms. He rang my apartment, and I buzzed him in. Eugene was very well hung, probably 8 inches cut. We kissed and had good chemistry in person, so we took it to the bedroom. We quickly stripped and I started sucking his big cock. He made me gag which was impressive, because I had very little reflex left. I pushed him down on the bed and shoved his legs back and started eating his smooth ass. He had the most delicious ass, and I lost myself while rimming him. My tongue encircled his pussy lips, and he opened right up to let me explore his insides. Eugene was moaning and finally, he pulled me up on top of him and wrapped his legs around my waist as we kissed. My cock was bumping up around his crack trying to find its target. Eugene was still moaning as my cock brushed past his hole without entering. Finally, he could take no more teasing and reached down and pointed my cockhead to his hole. I slid in him with ease and was balls deep. His pussy was well-worn, in a good way. I started pumping him, making sure that my cock head was stimulating his prostate and his cock responded by leaking precum until it was a small pool on his abs. Finally, he groaned and shot his load. I panicked because things got carried away and I hadn’t worn a condom. So, I pulled-out of him and he looked disappointed. “Suck me off,” I ordered him urgently. He swallowed my cock, and I shot my load down his throat. “Why didn’t you cum in me?” he asked. “Because” I explained, “I’m positive. But I’m a big pre-cummer so you may need to get tested.” “Oh, I’m poz too. In fact, I have AIDS,” he replied. I told him he looked completely fit and healthy. He explained to me that he had not even known he was positive but became very sick about two years before and it turned out to be an opportunistic infection. He had less than 100 T-cells left when his doctor put him on some medications that were very new, and they saved his life. But because he crossed some medical threshold, he was still considered to have AIDS. He said that he was dating a guy at the time he was diagnosed. He thought they were exclusive with each other, but apparently, they weren’t. They parted in an unfriendly way. So, we continued having casual sex over the next few months. Eugene was a versatile bottom, and he fucked me very well. After that first time, we didn’t hesitate to cum in each other. Eugene was the first guy who asked me to “breed” him using that term, which made me laugh. We fucked other guys too and occasionally caught other STDs, but we always told each other. Friends with benefits, indeed. I met another guy on my internet hunts called Steven. Steven was a cute Italian American guy about my size with dark brown hair and blue eyes. We met up at a café one afternoon and decided to follow up with a fuck date. I met him at his apartment. He had a very thick cock that curved upward. When I saw that, I told him I wanted to feel it inside me. He looked at me with lust and we went to his bedroom. We undressed each other while making out. Our cocks were both hard as hell. Then I told him I was positive. He pushed me on my back and kissed me. Then, he moved down to my chest and licked and nibbled my nipples. Eventually, he went lower but skipped my cock and went straight to my ass with his tongue. There was a bottle of poppers on the bed, and I huffed a bit. Steven took that opportunity to spit on his cock and put that big mushroom head up to my hole. I took another hit, and he pushed into me. I saw stars as his big cock filled my hole and his cockhead brushed past my prostate. About five minutes later, I came without touching my cock. Steven was still piston-fucking me and several minutes after that, he grunted and painted my insides with his babies. He too became a friend with benefits. Eugene had a more outgoing personality than Steven, and he liked to talk a lot. Steven was not very talkative and was just in it to get off, which was cool with me. I only topped Steven a few times and he also urged me to “breed” him when I shot a load. Steven was 90% top, and I really enjoyed it when we met for a quicky. I would suck him while he ate my ass, and then he would fuck me and cum and then leave. Sometimes it’s better to keep sex casual. Steven went to an infectious disease doctor because he was healthy but still considered to have AIDS. One day, he had to cancel one of our meetings because he said one of his kids had gotten into a fender-bender. She was OK but shaken. I told him I understood. It was the first thing I knew about Steven as a person rather than just a fuck buddy. Next time when I visited him for cock, he mentioned that he’d been divorced a few years and had discovered that he was positive after a former boyfriend came down with an AIDS-related infection. They’d had a bitter breakup because the boyfriend thought they were an exclusive couple. Steven wanted the boyfriend to be exclusively his, but Steven was having sex whenever possible with whomever showed him their ass. It was clear to me they either communicated badly or were dishonest or a little of both. Hooking up with exes at the same time was a potential recipe for drama. It was also clear to me that their dispute with each other was not my business or my problem. As long as I was single and clear about my intentions, I enjoyed having both their bodies to play with. I lost touch with Steven, and I don't know what became of him. Eugene eventually partnered up with another guy and he seemed happy to me. We played a few times after he settled down but eventually, he and his partner moved away. Eugene and I occasionally exchange emails.

All loads stay inside me. Emotionally and psychologically I feel complete as a bottom with loads inside me. However I do use wet wipes to clean the area just to present my ass to others. However I never push cum out unless it comes out naturally. TBH most tops actually prefer sloppy seconds.

Here is mine

That's a hard no for me. But I'll vote for Senator Eric Swallowswell.

I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))

I'd actually forgotten about the site. I joined years ago, before I was on Prep. I'm not interested in chasing so didn't use for anything other than fantasy. Now that I'm on Prep I'm looking for loads and remembered I was on that site. I'd been exchanging email with a guy for a few weeks, I'm only available weekends so hook ups can be challenging. Almost didn't follow through with him, he made it clear he didn't wanna get sucked and I LOVE sucking cock. But I wanted to get fucked so made plans to go to his place yesterday morning. I prepped and put on my cock cage, had told him I wanted to get fucked caged. He liked that idea. Showed up at his place, got naked and he told me to get on all fours. Dude dove into my smooth hole and tongue fucked me like a champ. Then started fingering me and telling my my hole was made to be eaten. Then he finally put his cock in my hole. He wasn't hung but had a nice mushroom head, loved feeling it slide into my hungry hole. He'd said he was a multiple cummer, so I was looking forward to a couple loads. He proceeded to fuck me doggie and deposited load number one, balls deep with a grunt. I tightened my hole to thank him 🙂 He pulled out and said good job boy, want another? Yes sir I do. He told me to get up and bend over the chair he had in the room, I did as I was told and he slid in again. Pumped away, I loved feeling my heavy cock cage swinging as he fucked me. He pulled out and laid on the floor and told me to sit on him, which I did. I rode his cock and waited for another load, soon enough he as moaning and siad fuck... as I sat down and ground on his cock. I got up and said thanks man, he said you don't want another? another FUCK ya. I played with my cummy hole while he stroked his limp cock. I could feel his loads running down my leg, damn I wanted some cum in my mouth. After a few minutes he was hard again, told me to get on my back. He pinned my legs back and took aim at my cummy hole. Put that nice muchroom head inside me and slowly fucked me. Long strokes, pulling his cock out at times, then back in. Said my poor cock was all locked up but he didn't care, my smooth hole was all he wanted. Missionary is my least fav postion, I don't want intemacy when getting fucked, I wanna feel used. He's pinned my knees by my head and is fucking me nicely. Longest fuck yet, first two were pretty quick, this time it took some time but soon enough his breathing changed and I knew I was gonna get another load. HIs pace quickened and he went deep and held there as he gave me my final load. All is all a good start to the weekend, drove home with his loads leaking out of me. Now I want more. Crazy how when I get lucky either sucking or getting fucked, rather than satisfy my fix, it only makes my cum lust stronger.

This happened when I was in graduate school. I went cruising on campus late one night (after midnight), and hooked up with a very cute undergrad. All buildings were locked except for the "Art" building where art students had spaces to work on their projects whenever they wanted. We found an empty classroom where we stripped our clothes off, and with his erect cock pointing toward me, he mounted and bred me. Given all of the factors of the situation, both of our orgasms hit us fast and with the force of a herd of horses. While we were recovering and getting dressed, the cutie handed me his underwear as a souvenir. I kept and used them for years when masturbating.

Got barebacked at the local kindergarten - and no, I wasn't a lil kid anymore. But I was a teenager still living with his parents and he was a happily married father of four. Well, to be more precise he was married and happily fucking teenage boys on the down low. Since obviously neither my parents nor his unsuspecting wife were to know about us, we didn't really have a place to go. But he had the keys to the kindergarten since the city had employed him as janitor for a number of civic institutions. They had this padded area where all those lil kids could take their midday nap and there he fucked and bred me, surrounded by all kinds of colorful pillows and plushies. It felt a bit surreal to say the least to have a guy more than twice my age fill me with his spunk while a stuffed pink giraffe was staring at us ... 😋

For me it is still a joyful experience and takes the edge off at least sexually, if I'm somewhere I can accomplish it easily and quickly. If I'm stuck somewhere it can't be accomplished easily and quickly, the effort does nothing but increase the stress and frustration.

Ya I don't bottom much, but when I do, definitely girth. And can power that girth to get in a tight hole. My deep ring is super shallow, like 5" back, so anything notably longer than that doesn't have a lot of extra feel anyway.

I spotted a guy on Grindr one weekend while working alone in my office. Invited him over, went into the conference room and fucked him on the conference table. Although hot, what made it hotter was that the guy was a counselor at the nearby clinic where I go for my HIV treatment. He would always come in to the patient rooms to talk about safe sex.

He was looking at me, he always was, as I toweled off from the showers after my work out. I went over to my locker, careful not to look at him, knowing the embarrassing reaction my body would have, but still all to aware of his gaze. He had been at the gym every single time had gone for the past month and a half, it was as if he know when I was going to be there. My resolve weakening for a brief moment I stole a glance his direction, he was still looking. God I wanted him. Six foot three, probably around thirty-five or so, a solid mass of muscle. His ginger hair was cut quite short, but he had ample scruff on his face and a stunning amount of hair across his torso, and powerful legs. Sometime he would just be in a pair of white briefs, and others a tight fitting pair of short running shorts, today was the former, and as always I could see the strong outline of his thick cock pressing through the fabric. I could feel those inescapable green eyes roaming over my body talking me in. He was perfect in every way, except for one; around his left nipple was a jet-black tattoo, recently touched up, that contrasted sharply with his pail skin, of a biohazard symbol. I knew what that meant and sadly it also eliminated him from my list of potential fucks. I had a rule, I only fuck safe, and I only fuck NEG guys. God, I wanted him though. I got dressed quickly trying to ignore his stair, and rushed out of the gym, my cock straining against my shorts. These encounters three times a week with my forbidden lover always left me horny and itching to get fucked. All of the NEG tops in the area should be sending this POZ Adonis thank you letters, because it had practically become a habit for me to pull out my phone as soon as I was out of the gym, and pull up Grindr or Scruff looking for a top right then. That morning I was in the mood for something new, and hit up a few guys I hadn’t seen before or hadn’t managed to meet up with before as I started to walk down the street towards the subway station. There were a few responses before I got what I was looking for on Scruff. A beefy top, thirty-seven years old, muscular, and hairy with an eight-inch cock who was ready to fuck right then. He sent me his address, which turned out to be just two blocks over. I almost ran through the cool fall air I was so hungry for cock. He buzzed me in quickly and I rushed up the stairs to his apartment. When he opened the door I he was even more beautiful then his pictures. He stood before me, in just a pair of bulging briefs and black dress socks, a broad mischievous grin on his face. We waited no time, he pulled me inside and closing the door behind me, kissed me hard on the mouth forcing his tongue inside me. I melted into his arms as his six foot two frame enfolded all five foot nine of me. He quickly removed my shirt and shorts and I dropped my gym bag on the floor. We shucked out underpants as he lead me to the bedroom. As soon as his cock was exposed I sank to my knees and pulled him towards me swallowing as much of the thick meaty shaft as I could. He groaned appreciatively and put his large hands on the back of my head drawing me closer till my nose was buried in his dense dark brown pubes. A blowjob however was not his goal, and he soon pulled me to my feet and tossed me onto the bed. He spread my cheeks with his hands and dove into my furry crack, his tongue swirling around my hungry hole. I moaned and bucked back wildly trying to urge more of his tongue inside of me. He slid a couple of fingers inside, loosening me up a little I felt the failure chill of lube hitting my hole and heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening. Then in one long slow stroke he pressed inside of me, stretching my hole as he did so, till at long last I felt his bushy pubes against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined that he was the man from the gym, my forbidden fruit. He pulled out slowly and then plunged back in again, getting a little rougher each time he did so. After maybe ten minutes he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was laying on my back, and with my ankles resting on his broad shoulders, pressed back inside of me. It must has been the angle that he was penetrating me at but his cock felt better inside of me, more electric, more powerful. He hammered away, grunting, sweat glistening on his forehead. I could tell from his building pace that he was getting close, I fisted my own cock getting ready to blow my load as soon as he came in the condom. It didn’t take long and he slammed balls deep into me, his head thrown back his body shaking, as his cock exploded. I felt a strange heat in my ass as I blew my own load on my toned and slightly furry stomach. He pulled out of me slowly and then took the used condom to the bathroom to get rid of it. My hole felt well stretched, and with my own load splattered across my stomach I felt my lust had been well slaked. I scooped up the cum from my stomach and licked it off my fingers before getting up to get dressed. He must have used a lot of lube I thought, my hole felt wet and slick, and that strange feeling of warmth still persisted inside my guts. I was pulling on my track pants when he came back out of the bathroom dressed in a business suit. “Lunch hour,” he said by way of explanation. I finished dressing and we walked out of the building together heading our separate ways when we came to the sidewalk. I didn’t live far away, and it was a nice day out so I decided to walk the couple of blocks to my apt. As I walked I felt a stickiness around my ass and something wet running down my leg. That couldn’t be lube. I slipped into a Starbucks as a I passed and made my way to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and my boxer-briefs and was suddenly hit by the smell of cum, and I saw a wet spot in my briefs. Running a finger across my hole I felt a thick wet stickiness slowly dripping from my hole. That bastard had gotten the condom off somehow, I realized, he had fucked me raw. It had probably happened when he flipped me over, I remembered how good his cock had felt in that moment. I remembered too how warm his cock had felt as he shot his load inside of me. My cock hardened. I slid a finger into my wet loose hole and shivered.

Bottomed anon yesterday for a top who asked me to keep my hole natural. Never really done that and was kinda turned on by it. Plus he was a hot guy. I waited for him on all fours. When he arrived he dove right into rimming me and pretty quickly had his dick in my hole. He liked dirty talk so it was a lot of talk between us about how my hole felt, and then whether I’d do ass to mouth. Heat of the moment I’m of course saying yes, pretty sure it was just talk. I love a2m normally, but never done it like this. But then he pulled out and presented it to me. I hesitated for a second - there was nothing visible - then said fuck it and let the horny win and sucked him clean. Could definitely taste myself strongly but I still did it. He pushed me onto my back and picked my legs up and bred me deep. I ate what didn’t end up in my hole. Def as piggy as I’ve ever gotten. And still thinking about it.

Yummy!!

My unscientific survey indicates 7" is above average.

The only thing that gets a load out of my hole is a top sucking it out or nature running it’s course

Drew’s Dad knew I was fucking his son. He’d hear us fucking when we stayed over. Gotta say I really enjoyed his Dad watching me shoot my load into his son’s mouth. As soon as I emptied my balls I stood up so he could see my hard cock still dripping seed. I told him Drew was a great little cocksucker and he should sit down on thee couch and drop his jeans and Drew would suck him dry. Drew was up for it but his dad was too shy to get his cock sucked in front of me.

Im a Road Cyclist who gets super horny when out on ride, and love to blow as many cocks as I can when riding around Melbourne Australia

I voted no. I look at breeding holes as a joyful experience - and if I'm not feeling "up", excited, other messes on my mind, I don't go get hole. The other stuff will get cleared up one way or the other, so I wait until I'm "ready" - mind, body & spirit.

*********** Finale ********* The room is dark, the windows covered by additional black out curtains. It already smells of gay sex. Testosterone, cum, arse and sweat. I had arrived a couple of hours earlier and was greeted by five other guys. Three of whom who had fucked, bred and pozzed me two months earlier. The other two had been present at my conversion but hadn't fucked me. None of us were wearing the masks that we would wear when our victim was due to arrive an hour later. We were all naked and horny. I was incredibly turned on especially, as I had been told I had first dabs at fucking the young neg who was due to attend. Since my diagnosis I had become a rabid breeder. Previously I had mainly been a bottom but, lately I had become obsessed with wanting to impregnate as many men as possible. I had attended a few saunas in London and fucked a couple of dozen men through glory holes and in dark rooms. All had been bareback but I hadn't known their status and most would, I guess, have been on prep or already be poz. But, the guy attending tonight was like me. A neg guy who was desperate to be bred and infected. This was a huge turn on, knowing it was my seed that would change his life forever. However, I had unfinished business before he arrived. I wanted to get the seed of the two guys inside me who hadn't bred me yet. The need to get poz cum from as many different men as possible had not diminished. Both were ready and very willing. Both were thin and gaunt and ready to fuck. One had a shaved head and looked sick. The other dark and bearded. I made my desire known to both and they joined me on the king size bed. I greedily took hold of the bearded guys cock and placed it in my mouth as he lay down on the bed beside me. He was very hairy and his cock, which was around 8" protruded through his thick bush. He had huge balls, full of toxic seed. The bald guy lay down behind me, kissing me on the neck. I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, pulling them apart. He then began rimming my hole with a finger before sliding it inside me. I was in heaven. The cock in my mouth began to drip copious amounts of precum almost immediately. It tasted wonderful, salty and very creamy. I buried my face in his bush, his cock deep in my throat. The bald guy removed his finger from my hole and I felt him manoeuvre the head of his cock into position. Suddenly he rammed it inside me. The pain was intense as my sphincter surrendered to his immense girth. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever accommodated. It felt like he was tearing me apart. Once fully inside he held it in position allowing the soft walls of my hole to become used to his width. As I began to relax it began to feel fantastic. Then slowly he began to move inside me. Fucking me very slowly. At the same time the guy in my mouth began face fucking me. I was now totally at their mercy. There to be used for their pleasure. The bald guy picked up the pace and started a nice rhythm, pumping me long and hard. The guy in my mouth suddenly grunted and my mouth was filled with hot, lumpy, thick creamy sperm. I had to restrain myself not to cum at this point. I wanted to retain all my seed for the fuck later. The bald guy who had now been riding me for ten minutes began to buck and grunt as his cocked pumping copious amounts of his superior toxic HIV infected sperm deep into my body. I swear I felt the jet of cum hit the soft yielding flesh of my guts. The other three guys had been watching had to hold off from spilling their own seed although they all looked pretty close. The two men who had just had sex with me then swapped places. I could now see how big the bald guys cock was and it was BIG! At least as wide as a beer can and 9 or 10 inches long with a perfectly formed domed head. It was coated in his cum and streak of my blood. I immediately took it in my mouth and began cleaning him. It tasted wonderful and was still leaking sperm. The bearded guy, who I had just sucked off now had his mouth on my hole sucking and slurping the cum from my arse. I later discovered that these two were actually a married couple and always played together. The bald one had pozzed the bearded one on their wedding night. After a few more minutes we began to relax a little and rested. I had just finished a glass of water when I heard a faint knock on the door. We all looked at each other. The young victim had actually turned up. Apparently only one in about ten do and then some still back out, so there was still time. It was time to mask up and I saw the bald guy gesture for me to go and greet the visitor. I opened the interior door of the suite and closed it behind me. The guy who stood before me was black, only in his late teens and maybe 18 or 19. As instructed he was naked. He was visibly shaking and had fear in his eyes. His body was beautiful. He had a well defined muscular body with clear brown skin. His face was soft, although masculine and very handsome. My cock was rock hard now, knowing that soon he would be mine and carry my DNA in him for the rest of his life. He handed me his completed contract. I said " Are you sure you want this " and he said, in a soft but clear voice that he did. I opened the interior door and we entered the room. His mouth opened when he saw the men waiting for him and for a second I actually thought he would bolt for the door. I reach toward him and cradled his balls in my right hand and felt his beautiful round arse with my other. He felt so good. His balls were of a good size and as I cradled them his cock began to grow. His buttocks were firm and I pulled him toward me. He was now fully erect and he had a beautiful cock. Although only of a normal girth, he was at least 9" long. I began to lead him to the bed, where his life would be changed forever. As they had done with me, two of the men restrained his arms and two his legs at the ankles. I got onto the bed behind him and between his legs. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled them apart. His hole looked tight and I thought I heard him whimper as I manoeuvred in behind, ready to mount him. I pushed the middle finger of my right hand inside him and he squirmed. One of the men holding his arms produced a bottle of poppers and presented them to his nose, closing one nostril then the other as he greedily filled his lungs with the fumes. He sighed as the vapour took effect and I took this as a signal and slid my cock past his sphincter and as deep as I could inside him. He screamed into the pillow beneath his head as I began to thrust myself into him. His intense pain was my intense pleasure. The sensations on my cock were better than I'd ever felt and the knowledge that he was completely at my mercy and I was about to impregnate him soon sent me to the edge. I had only been fucking him for four or five minutes but couldn't hold off any longer, the pressure in my loins was just too great. The release was sudden and violent as my cock exploded inside him. My orgasm more powerful and longer than I'd ever experienced before as I flooded him with my seed. As It subsided I collapsed on his back completely spent. Very faintly I heard him whisper "Thankyou" As I rested and watched the others take turns at ruining him, rough fucking him until his hole wss destroyed I wondered if he to, would join us in helping to convert other neg guys. Now I had knowingly knocked up someone I knew my main purpose in life was to breed as many neg guys as possible. ********* The End *********

Most guys say the sex time has to be longer than the travel time ..

Part 3 - The College Jock Ethan unlocked the cubicle door and went back to the locker room to find it empty, opening the door to his locker to retrieve his clothes he found a note with a phone number which read 'When you want more and you will, call me as I now own you'. Ethan read and re-read the note before coming to the conclusion that the author thought way to much of himself, but he realised his cock was rock hard. Unconsciously he folded the note and put in the pocket of his shorts and finished changing. The warmth and brightness of the sun shocked him as he left the bathhouse, Ethan looked at his phone and was amazed to find it was already nearly 5pm. The walk back to the train station was strange to say the least, he wondered if he was walking funny and did the people walking past notice this. The one thing the train didn't have was soft seats which is what he could have really done with right now. He found it hard for the first 5 minutes adjusting his seating position, every time the train jerked pain shot through his ass, thankfully the journey was over quickly and he headed through Harrison down the leafy road to home. Halfway home he felt a weird feeling as his underwear was sticking to his ass, he tried to adjust without being noticed, panic struck thinking that he might be bleeding and would bleed out if he didn't get home in time. The house was quiet as he stepped through and he rushed up to his bedroom and bathroom, stripping as he did so. He noticed a damp patch on his shorts and pulled down his underwear he saw a patch of pink slime congregated in them, partly relieved that he was not bleeding he got to cleaning himself up. He ran some hot water and rinsed his underwear to get rid of the signs, as he did so he felt another strange sensation as a trickle ran down the inside of his thigh. He grabbed some toilet tissue and saw more of the pink slime escaping from his ass. He cleaned himself up as best he could and went back to the bedroom picking up the shorts from the floor, he suddenly remembered the note an debated weather to destroy it, pausing he read it once more and saw the face and body of the young man. Ethan suddenly noticed that he had grabbed his cock and felt he was rock hard again. He stood looking at the note and decided to add the number in his contacts, he tore the note up satisfied that if he wanted to contact him he could or he could wipe the number forever, but now was not the time to make that decision. Tired and aching he pulled the duvet cover back and snuggled down in bed to sleep for a few hours, in no time at all he was deep asleep thinking about the encounter with the Latin guy. After several hours he woke startled as he felt a wet patch he was laying on, jumping out of bed he looked at the sheet to see another pool of the pink slimly seed, a faint odour hit his nose and could only deduce this is what a fucked ass must smell like. It was all very new to him and almost unsure if it was normal, he quickly removed the sheet and took it to the laundry room to wash it with his underwear and shorts. Returning to the bedroom he headed to the shower and cleaned the mess around his ass and legs, he dried himself off and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt pretty normal considering he was no longer a virgin, but was he expecting to feel different after all the only sign was the mess and his sore ass. For the first time he chuckled to himself and picked his phone up typing a message to the mysterious number it was short and to the point 'Your cum is still leaking out of my ass.', he hit the send button and looked at the screen in contemplation. He was about to put the phone back when it pinged almost making him jump, quickly he looked and saw the reply 'Good, will take a while as you got a lot. Let me know when you want it again.', he put the phone down and laid a clean sheet on the bed, he grabbed the towel he just used to dry himself with and laid it over the clean sheet as he settled back down to sleep. Ethan slept right through until 8am when he heard the cleaner moving around downstairs, his ass was still throbbing but less so as he got out of bed and inspected the towel. Sure enough there was a large dry patch that was almost rusty in colour, he dressed and took the towel down to the laundry room chatting briefly with the cleaner. The rest of the day went by without any more incidents and he spent the afternoon out and about Harrison with his college friends before the family returned from the Hamptons. The virus already established itself in it's new host and was beginning to divide and conquer, slowly but surely Angelo was more a part of Ethan he could ever have comprehended. Ethan was sure he had dodged the bullet this time but the one thing he hadn't researched was what to do if you had unprotected sex with a hiv positive man. By the middle of the week he had missed any chance to take PREP and unknown to him he had let the virus infiltrate every part of his body, day by day it was changing his whole life. On Thursday Ethan had the sniffles and thought he was coming down with a cold, his body had began the fight back against the invading virus, battle lines were drawn and war was fought but to no avail. Thankfully Friday came around again and he had the afternoon off college so was looking forward to a longish weekend. The forecast was for sunny and warm weather but that morning he felt the cold had cleared and was looking forward to morning lessons,. He knew that half day at college meant extra assignment work to be done and handed in on Monday, this mean if he didn't get it done this afternoon the rest of the weekend would be manic. He picked his bag up and about to head out of the door to college. "Ethan," his mother called out to him. He stopped with this hand holding the door handle "Yes" he shouted back. His mother appeared "There you are, we are heading to the Hamptons later for the weekend." Ethan sighed "I would love to go but I am going to get a ton of work from college as it's half day." Nodding her head "Okay, but if you need anything let the cleaner know she will be on Sunday." "Sure, will do and you're only a phone call away if I need you," he said smiling at her. She said goodbye as Ethan walked up the driveway on his 30 minute walk to the college. Ethan arrived and found himself a quiet table in the recreation room before lessons and was reading through some of the work for the morning. Tony and his friend Leo wandered in and took the table next to Ethan. Leo smirked at Tony nodding in Ethan's direction, Tony definitely had a big crush on Ethan but his boyfriend Adam had told him not do anything silly in case it backfired. Tony and Leo sat chatting waiting for Adam to arrive, they both spent the 10 minutes taking sneaky glances at Ethan whose head was in his book until Adam arrived. One thing Ethan could not help was having a look at Adam whenever he entered the room, after all Ethan had thought about Adam and himself making love over and over, his train of thoughts was cut off by Tony talking. "Hey Adam, thought you was going to be late as your cutting it fine" Tony asked. Adam shook his head seeing they were sitting next to Ethan "Plenty of time" he replied sitting down. Tony leaned over "How was last night?" Adam smile "Good, had a great night last night, Bradley did good as usual" laughing at trying to be discreet. Tony laughed "Man you are so lucky" he replied. Adam leaned forward in a hushed voice "He wants you next time as well" he said to Tony. "Seriously, oh yeah I'm up for that," Tony replied. "He told me he is going to and get a cute young guy if he shows up again," Adam commented. Tony scoffed "That's if you know who doesn't get there first." "From what he said that has already happened" Adam replied. Tony leaned in "Did he tell you anymore about who it was?" Adam shook his head "You know Bradley ever the soul of discretion." Ethan strained to hear what conversation was going on. the name Bradley didn't ring any bells, only the bell sounding classes to start in 5 minutes stopped them in their tracks. Ethan watched Adam out the corner of his eye, he stood just slightly taller than Ethan, but was a powerhouse in comparison, he played a lot of sport and had a well defined muscular build. His dark cropped hair suited him and was always surrounded by other guys, he was indeed the all American college jock. Ethan first had his suspicion about Adam due to the lack of girls that flocked around him, and his friends revelation last week confirmed what he thought. The recreation room was emptying and Ethan stood up. "Hey Ethan mind if I walk with you to class?" Adam asked standing up. Ethan looked around as if trying to fathom if Adam was talking to him "Oh, sure I guess so". "Oh happy birthday for last weekend. You turned 18, didn't you?" Adam asked as Tony glanced back at them. Ethan blushed a little "Yes and thank you." "I didn't get a party invite, though," Adam joked looking at Ethan. Ethan fumbled around Adam "Oh I err didn't have a party." "No party?" Adam stopped and looked at him. Ethan shook his head "Didn't want one, plus I was busy" he replied. "Can't wait for this morning to be over." he said to Ethan as they walked along the corridor. Ethan looked at him a little stunned that he was making conversation "Yes, been a long week." "You have plans for the weekend Ethan?" he asked him. Ethan shook his head "Nothing in particular just need to keep on top of my coursework". Adam laughed "You need to have more fun, mind if I sit with you?" he asked as they reached the lecture room. "Sure" was all that Ethan could manage. Adam sat down next to Ethan "Maybe we could hang out sometime?" "Oh, yeah that would be nice" Ethan replied. He felt uncomfortable all through the lecture as he was sure Adam was watching him, several times their legs touched each other and he was trying to work out if it was deliberate. At 10am they were recessed for 20 minutes and Adam insisted Ethan came and sat with him outside on the grass to get some air. They spent the time talking about their studies and Harrison in general, this morning had turned out to be a revelation as it was really the first time they engaged in a conversation beyond the odd hello and how are you. For Adam what started out as a joke to see who if anyone could get in to Ethan's underwear was turning more in to a friendship. The midday bell rang and Ethan walked out with Adam. "Are you rushing off anywhere Ethan" Adam asked. Ethan caught by surprise shook his head "Just home to get the assignment done." "Mind the company if I walk with you?" Adam was assessing Ethan. Ethan nodded but curiosity go the better of him "Why the sudden interest in me Adam?" Adam stopped walking "Oh, we hit the same classes but you never really speak to me." "Sorry I wasn't being funny, but I just thought you had your friends," Ethan replied. Adam laughed "Ah, you mean Tony and Leo?" Ethan nodded "Yes, you seem very close." "Well Leo is a friend and Tony is somewhat closer than a friend" Adam replied looking at Ethan who found himself looking deep into Adam's eyes "You, really?" Adam nodded "Yes, Ethan, me." Ethan thought back to class "So you were deliberately touching my leg with yours." Adam stumbled a moment as he had been found out "No, no, well maybe a little." Ethan walked on "Your quite funny and very brave". Adam caught up "I hope we can still be friends now you know". "If you want to then I am sure we can" Ethan replied. "Just one other thing, now you know about Tony and me please don't say a word" Adam looked seriously at him. Ethan chuckled "Our secret then." They reached Harrison town centre and Ethan said good bye to Adam and wished him good weekend as he headed off towards home. Adam couldn't help himself but stand and watch Ethan walking away until he was interrupted by a tapping on his shoulder. "Do you still think he is on the fence?" Tony asked surprising Adam. Adam turned to Tony "I really don't know he gave nothing away" he said looking back at Ethan. Tony watched "Did you tell me about us?" "Yes, strange but it felt okay telling him," Adam replied. Tony nudged Adam "Maybe you did sniff him out right. Are you parents home?" he asked. Adam laughed "No, come on back to mine I want to fuck your brains out." "About time" Tony replied as they turned and walked in the opposite direction. Ethan was glad to be home and he sat down to get his assignments done before the weekend and just as the clock struck 5pm he finished and closed his books. He wandered up to his bedroom to put his things away and started group texting with his friends to find out if anyone was going out, whilst waiting for a reply he stumbled across the message from last weekend to mystery man. Stupidly he typed a message 'Hi' followed by a smiley face and hit the send button, immediately he shook his head, what the fuck was I thinking he thought to himself. He had a worrying feeling before realising his cock was bursting in his pants to be set free. Angelo stepped out the shower walked over to pick his phone up and saw a message from 'Virgin', he chuckled to himself at the one word message. Typing he sent a response. Ethan was shocked that the reply came so quickly, he fumbled and opened the message to read it 'Meet me at the bathhouse in one hour', he contemplated but another message came along 'When you arrive tell Brad your name is Tiger'. Ethan never stopped to think as his cock and desire for sex again was driving and was already changing his clothes and out of the door within 10 minutes, he jogged to the train station and caught the first train heading to NYC via the Bronx. He was not afraid but he still worried about the young man and his poz status if the tattoo of the Angel on his back was anything to go by. Walking along the blocks he was literally dead on time with a few minutes to spare, he stood outside the building looking at the door, steadying himself he pressed by the buzzer and waited until the door opened. Behind the glass box stood Brad, but all Ethan could think about was being held in those strong arms by the sexiest guy he had seen in a long time.

Cum leaked from my hole as I walked, I tried to keep my hole tight, to hold onto every last drop but it was no used. I walked the last block to my apt scrolling through Grindr and Scruff and no luck, perhaps I had become too picky in what I was looking for, I felt that in all of NYC though there had to be another beefy ginger top who it was safe to get bred by. Feeling rather let down by the world I let myself into my apartment and muttering hello to my roommate locked myself in my room. I opened my computer and started trolling the Internet trying to find a way to get fucked again. I looked at adam4adam and manhunt but those didn’t seem enough, then I stumbled across BBRT. Quickly I made a profile, uploaded a pic of my tight slightly hairy twenty-one year old torso, and a good ass pic an old fwb had taken, and wrote: Young NEG BB Bottom Looking For NEG Loads. My cock was throbbing against my shorts, and I reeked of cum and sweat. I decided that I ought to take a shower to at least get rid of the sex stench that hung about me. Slowly I soaped my body thinking about him, the man from the gym, imagining what it would feel like to have him on top of me sliding his raw cock inside of my hole. My hands slid down my body and my fingers quickly found my hole, sliding inside with no problem. I pressed one, then another, then another into my hole, fucking the cum deeper into my ass, I added another finger. I couldn’t take I any more I needed to get fucked again. I got out of the shower and went back to my room my hole feeling empty. There were a few messages from trolls on BBRT but no one that fit my need. I scrolled through a bunch of profiles and sent messages to a few, rubbing my hole a little as I did so. Then, having exhausted my area, I stated looking for porn, a new kind of porn that I had never allowed myself to watch before. Treasure Island Media, Breed Me Raw, Raw Fuck Club they all fascinated me and I watched every preview I could find. Then I stumbled across breedingzone.com. I quickly read through several stories in the General Bareback Stories, my cock throbbing and my hole twitching as I did. After a handful of general stories I found myself drawn to the stories of a darker nature: Bug Chasing. I had never allowed myself to indulge suck thoughts before but with two massive loads in my hole, my fingers stuffed inside of me and my cock dripping constantly I wasn’t thinking straight. I read stories of guys searching out POZ loads and of guys just coming to realize it was their fate, guys who pursued POZ loads and guys who simply stumbled into a life. I found myself identifying with the men who realized their fate as a cumdump slowly, load by load inching their way towards the inevitable. I was so horny I could hardly think, I needed to get fucked right then. I looked back at BBRT and found several messages waiting for me. Knowing that in that moment it almost didn’t matter I took a cursory glance at profile pics of the tops and selected a young Italian looking guy in the East Village. Looking for now? I asked him. His response was almost immediate, My BF and I are looking for a boy to breed. Both big cocks, both ddf, and can both cum more then once. What’s the address? Was my only reply. After hastily getting dressed I rushed over to their apartment. A half hour later I was knocking on their door. The Italian from the profile opened the door and ushered me inside. His bf was tall and blond with blue eyes, every Aryan looking, in just a jock. The two of them stood grabbing their crotches in silence, and without being told what to do; I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped to my knees in front of the Italian one. I pulled his cock out of his mesh shorts and swallowed it in one go. They hadn’t been lying, they both had huge cocks, and not only did they cum more then once but they came buckets. Over the next six hours they fucked me individually, they fucked me together, at one point they were both inside my wrecked and dripping hole. They were insatiable, it was as if they would not be content until my own lust for cum was slaked, but I had the sneaking suspicion that only one thing could truly slake my lust. When sometime around one in the morning they at last were spent we all passed out in a messy, sweaty, cumy heap in the bed, limbs all entangled. I woke the next morning to the blond pressing his cock into my still wet and open hole. “One for the road he muttered,” as he started to fuck me. They both dumped two more loads in me before I left, my guts literally flooded with their cum. I had shot my load at least three times the night before and once the last time that the Italian was abusing my hole and yet my lust was still unabated, and I now felt fairly certain of my conviction that only one man could slake this thrust. When I got home I changed for the gym without showering, grabbed my duffle and headed back out the door, wired with adrenalin and unfazed by my decided lack of sleep the night before. It was not my normal work out day, and I had no idea if he was going to be there, but I had to try. I went straight for the locker room; I had no intention of working out that morning. I went to my normal locked, and after stowing my stuff I sat down on the bench and waited. Not a full minute when by before he came around the corner today in a pair of gray running shorts. My heart skipped a beat and my hole twitched, itching to feel him with in it’s velvety walls. Instead of my normal ploy of avoidance I looked straight at him, allowing myself to make eye contact with those perilous green eyes. He smiled a broad, wicked, toothy smile and came over too me, his hand rubbing his crotch lightly. “So,” he said in a rich masculine voice, “You’ve finally come around have. You ready for a real load.” “I… uh… well…” I was unable to speak. “You want my cock, don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I managed to reply. “And you want my load in your hole, don’t you?” I swallowed hard and almost whispered, “Yes.” “What happened to change your mind kid, I guessed you were one of those NEG only Safe-Sex pussies. Let me guess, someone slipped a load into without you knowing you were getting bred and you loved how much it felt that you needed to do it again. You’ve probably been going around the city taking any loads you can get for two weeks now – no, not that long. The desperation in your eyes, and the fact that you reek of cum, I’m going to say two days at most. Maybe that first load was even just yesterday. That doesn’t matter though, what matters is that none of those loads managed to make you feel whole like you need to, you just keep lusting after more. Well I’ve got what you need boy,” he grabbed his now bulging crotch, “so let go to mine, it’s just around the corner and get my cock buried in your sweet hole ASAP.” I simply nodded.