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Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

I hope this was worth the wait. Sorry it took so goddamned long, you gotta be in the right mood for this. ----------------- “Let’s go boy. Time to see the rest of the house.”. He stepped back and his penis bobbed in front of me. Eagerly? Did he make it twitch like that? I was locked on his prick as he moved and automatically got to my feet. He took my hand and led me toward the hall. The TV was still on, that pool boy was getting it from both ends now, and the girls weren’t being gentle on him. Doorways on either side, the light was off but as nice California townhouses go, plenty of natural light made it in, highlighting Brad’s well muscled body as he led me along toward the bedroom. I could hear now, another TV and see the blueish flickering light across the master bedroom door as he pushed it open. No trannies here, all men, one lying in some sort of hammock thing I now know well, a sling, getting slowly opened by a furry Top with what looked like a beer bottle sized dick. The sound wasn’t too loud, just loud enough to hear the bottom groan as his Top pushed into his ass to the base. Brad looked at me, chuckled again, and said, “You’re getting all sorts of input today, huh? Play your cards right and that could be you soon enough, I think you’d love it. And Michael…he’s the top, breaking that boy’s hole, friend of mine, lives in West Hollywood. Have you been to LA yet Jeff?” I said I hadn’t and he smirked, “Well, we might have to change that, hmmm? Ever thought about what your next career choice might be after the Marines?” “Well, I’m going career. 20 years, maybe a full 30. Then probably college, a degree and a nice office with Raytheon or Grumman maybe.”. I was watching the screen as I spoke, not paying attention to the expression on Brad’s face. The Top, ‘Michael’, was picking up speed and the groaning had morphed into breathless moaning as he bored out the bottom’s asshole. “You never know,” Brad said. He’d come behind me, pulling me into himself. His fingers found my nipples and started to gently pinch and knead them. I could feel his cock flattened between us, still a little slick from the blowjob, it slid to rest between my ass cheeks like an obscene hot dog and he was pumping ever so slightly. This was enough to break my attention to the screen and I started to swoon a bit, looking down at his hands working my nips, twisting, pinching, tugging. “You never know,” he said again, breathing the words across my neck, “I think you’re going to want to find something else to do soon enough.” A slight push from his hips and a firmer tug on my right nipple turned me toward the bed and I went. The mattress hit my lower thighs and I lifted a leg to climb on as he was encouraging me. That caused the head of his dick to graze my asshole and I froze up a bit. “Mmmm, I’d take you right now, but I want to prep you a bit more first. Get you ready for my gift to you.” In hindsight, years later, the language makes for a different sort of sense, doesn’t it? But at 18, being naked for the first time, and dizzy headed from the rimming and fingering he was now performing, it was just words. Laid across the edge of the bed, one muscular leg hooked on the mattress, the other foot on the floor, I was nearly fully open to his tongue pushing into my anus, periodically replaced by fingers, first one, then two. He wasn’t being overly rough, aggressive, but not rough, as he worked my virgin hole open. Inside I could feel his fingertips pressing my prostrate, which made my eyes roll. Every time he brought his fingers out, he dragged them across my inside walls and then pushed them in again. Like the moaning bottom in the sling on the screen, my groans went to moans and soon I was pushing my hungry butt into his hand as he loosened me up. Eventually, after working me over for what felt like half the day, he pulled back with a sound of satisfaction. “Yeah, I think you’re ready to lose your cherry to me, aren’t you Jeff?” He pushed me slightly and I got into the bed and immediately put my butt up in the air. He grabbed an ankle and twisted slightly, indicating he wanted me on my back, so I did as told and flipped over. “I want to see it in your eyes when I convert you boy,” he said as he climbed up in between my spread legs. “Lift your hips a bit, give me that boi pussy.” He grabbed one hip and placed his knob at my puckered hole. “Don’t we need some lube?” I asked fearfully, “Its going to hurt otherwise.” “Your first time should always hurt a bit Jeff, it’s about the experience and becoming the bottom I know you are. You’re going to love this feeling soon enough, but there’s no pleasure without a little pain first baby, now relax and let me in to you.” He’d been pressing his cock into my asshole while he said it, the weight of his body forcing my thighs just that much more apart and bringing up my cunt to him as he did. Then, with a slight push, timed to how I was moving under him, I felt my anus pop as his cock pushed in, and I cried out. I could feel a burning sensation as his unlubed cock pushed into my ring and I started to struggle. “Oh no, Jeff, it’s time for it. I’m breaking you open and taking your virginity,” he pulled back slightly and pushed in again as I squirmed underneath him. Every twitch brought him deeper into my body, his hard prick dragging across my walls. The pain was excruciating but he didn’t let up, a good push in, rest, pull back, and then thrust again. He knew exactly how to time his movements and played my body like an instrument. His cock kept burrowing into me, deeper, until I felt a new pressure, deep in my cunt, not unlike his initial entrance. He slowed now, and pulled back a bit, groaning as he did. “Youre so tight baby boy, if I’m not careful, I’ll fuck my load into you right now, but you’ve still got a few more inches to take, and I’m gonna breed you right Jeff, open you all the way up.” I reached down and felt, he was right, there were at least two more inches of cock before he bottomed out. I felt my hole, and that fat pecker buried in it, and I felt my eyes go wide. He saw that, then looked toward my hand and I felt and heard him chuckle again. “Look at your hand Jeff, your fingers, I tore you open like a virgin should be. You’re definitely going to convert, become the boy you should be. I’m changing your life for the better baby.” I looked at my fingers as he’d instructed and saw streaks of red. Blood? Do guys bleed the first time they get fucked? That explained the burning, which, now that he was resting, was subsiding. I shifted a bit, the movement moving my hole (womb?) around this cock I was impaled on. It felt…nice? I was in shock, still reeling from the fact that I had a cock in me at all, that I was being fucked. Was this what my girlfriend felt when I fucked her? She never let on that it was painful but we never did anal so, maybe it would be? I didn’t know, and another light thrust from Brad brought me back to this reality... my world had changed. I noticed that my other hand was wrapped firmly to his side and I gripped his other flank, my legs spread lewdly on either side of him. “My prick is about to go through your second ring Jeff. When I do that, I’m going to be fucking into your guts, and I’m giving you my babies, gonna make you a real cock slut. And I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to explode in your belly.” With that, he lifted up a bit, shifted to one side, and thrust into me again. I cried out at the pressure, then felt another pop, deep inside as he fucked the last three inches into my guts and bottomed out. I felt his balls slap my ass and then he stopped. I felt full, his length and girth pulsing inside me, virgin no more. He looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ready to be pregnant Jeff? Tell me, I want to hear you say it, then I’m gonna fuck babies into you. Tell me now.” I nodded at first then breathlessly said it, “Fuck me! Fuck me and cum! Please Daddy!” There was that ‘Daddy’ again, where was that coming from? “That’s right Jeff. Beg for pregnancy.” He started fucking me then, pulled nearly all the way out then thrust back inside me, balls slapping my ass, over and over, and, just like the guy in the TV, eventually the gasping and cries turned to moans of pleasure as his prick, slicked by my internal juice and blood, pushed into me over and over again. The bed shook as he ripped away my virginity, my mind slipped into ecstasy and my legs spread, wanting more and more of him in my body. After a time, how long I can’t remember, he started to shudder. I could feel him swelling inside my asshole. “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Gonna give you my load, gonna change your life baby! Now tell me you want it! Tell me to load your virgin cunt with my babies!” I was so far gone I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, I only knew that I wanted to feel him shoot his cum into me. I moaned, “Take me Daddy, cum in me! Breed me like a bitch!” and that was it, I felt him pulse and tense up then slam back into me on more time and then I felt his cock expand and release as he filled my fuck hole with his cum.

Author’s note: No names have been altered. This story includes condom usage and does not include pozzing, in order to stay accurate. MARRIED MIKE I met a guy on one of the apps who called himself Mike. As we started to chat a bit, It turned out he had a wife and three sons in the suburbs, and he was an engineer. None of this was appealing to me, but I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I was curious about how fucking a family man might play out. Plus, there was no chance that this would become anything more than a no-strings fuck. Mike claimed to be “straight” (I didn’t comment). His availability was limited due to his family situation, his job, and his logistical considerations. He suggested that we meet at a Red Roof Inn motel in the suburbs at lunchtime. I’ve always loved sleazy hotel hookups with some sense of betrayal mixed in (joke). I was still unmedicated and healthy, although my doctor remarked that my viral load was high but stable. He wondered out loud if I might have the gene that permits someone to have HIV but to not progress onto AIDS (I didn’t). That would be another blood test. I had not been sick with anything other than hay fever allergies and an occasional head cold. Finally, the day arrived for me to meet Mike at the motel. This took place before iPhones or Android devices were available and he didn’t want to give me his phone number. We communicated through a pc app called Yahoo Messenger. He told me he drove an old Mercedes that he planned on restoring one day. He would rent the room and then meet me near his car. I drove into the parking lot and saw a classic car with a big, ripped, bearded guy wearing a baseball cap standing next to it. This guy was built, and he had big guns for arms. I pulled next to him and smiled as we shook hands. “Damn Mike, you’re built like a brick shithouse. You must lift a lot,” I commented. “Yeah, I’ve been lifting since high school football. I was a tall skinny kid before I started. You look like you have a good bit of muscle too,” he replied. I told him I was a lifelong runner and swimmer, but I started lifting in the last six months. We chatted as we walked to the room and before the door slammed behind me, Mike’s tongue was down my throat, and I was enveloped in a big snug bear hug. I pushed off his baseball cap off revealing a sexy shaved head. I really loved his natural smell and couldn’t get enough of it. We undressed each other, and he had a hairy chest and abs, an untrimmed nut sack, and a very thick seven-inch cock as hard as steel. I pushed him back onto the bed and we made out for quite a while. I huffed in his man-smell, and I worshipped his hairy pits. Then I sucked in his big knob and worked it into my mouth and down my throat. I had a hard time taking the knob into my throat and he tried to force it down, making me gag. The room was completely quiet except for Mike’s heavy breathing and my slurping on him. Finally, he said, “I want you to fuck me. This is my first time so be gentle,” with a smile. I reached into the pockets of my pants and retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. I tossed the condom to him, and then I pushed his tree-trunk legs back exposed his tight straight ass. I dove in and ate him like a starving man, and he moaned like a bitch in heat. After about five minutes, he demanded, “I want your cock inside.” I smeared a lot of lube on his hole and worked it in with my finger. He rolled the condom on my dick, and I slowly popped his anal cherry. With great care, I slowly pushed my way into him. He winced and I told him to keep breathing. Finally, I bottomed out inside him. His as was virgin tight. “You OK?” I asked? “Yeah,” he said, “just fuck me.” At first, I went easy on him, but then I picked up my pace and started fucking him like a man ought to be fucked. We were both grunting like animals and made quite a racket. He said, “I finally get why guys like to be fucked.” I was sweating from the railing I was giving him; the drops were hitting his face. I kissed him as I groaned and pounded my deadly load into the condom that was protecting him. I pulled my cock out of him and immediately started sucking his cock again. I had a grip on his hairy nuts so I could feel when he was about to shoot his load. I felt his balls contract as his cock shot ropes of cum into my mouth which was wrapped around his dick. As I swallowed his babies, I pulled off and a cum string still connected my lips to his cock head. I kissed him so he could taste himself on me. The room reeked of man-smells, sweat, and cum. I remarked that when the maid came to clean the room, she would start ovulating. After a final kiss. I broke off and said, “Next time, I want to you to fuck me.”

Jason and Jimmy were sprawled on the couch, the late afternoon sun casting lazy streaks across the room. Jason’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips as he read the message from Dan. “Looks like Dan’s interested,” Jason said, holding up the phone. Jimmy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Your turn last time,” Jimmy said, leaning forward, his tone sharp but playful. “This one’s mine.” Jason raised an eyebrow, considering the proposition. Jimmy’s smirk deepened, and Jason relented, typing a quick reply. “Busy right now, but my roommate Jimmy thought you were hot. He might be interested if you are. He’s… not doing anything tonight.” Jimmy snatched the phone from Jason’s hand, reading the message with a grin. “Smooth,” he muttered, handing it back. Jason shrugged, standing up and stretching. He made a date for Dan to come over and do Jimmy in an hour. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said, grabbing his bag. “As if,” Jimmy replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Jason rolled his eyes and headed out, leaving Jimmy alone with his anticipation. By the time Dan arrived, Jimmy was already naked, lounging on the couch with his uncut cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. The doorbell chimed, and Jimmy took a moment to savor the power of the situation before calling out, “Come in.” Dan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Jimmy’s exposed body. He hesitated, but Jimmy’s confident smirk put him at ease—or perhaps it was the promise of what was to come. “Bedroom’s this way,” Jimmy said, rising slowly, his cock swaying with the movement. Dan followed, his breath quickening as the reality of the situation sank in. In the bedroom, Jimmy wasted no time. He pushed Dan against the wall, his hands roaming over Dan’s body, stripping him of his clothes with practiced efficiency. Dan’s cock was already hard, and Jimmy smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “On your knees,” Jimmy commanded, his voice low and commanding. Dan obeyed, sinking to the floor as Jimmy stepped closer, his uncut cock hovering just above Dan’s lips. “Deep throat it,” Jimmy ordered, gripping the base of his shaft. Dan opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly taking more, his throat constricting as he swallowed Jimmy’s length. Jimmy groaned, thrusting gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward as Dan gagged softly, his eyes watering with the effort, staring upward at the large biohazard tat over Jimmy's heart. “Good boy,” Jimmy murmured, pulling out and stroking Dan’s hair. “But we’re not done yet.” Jimmy pushed Dan onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Dan’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples before continuing southward. Dan squirmed, his breath hitching as Jimmy’s mouth hovered over his cock, teasing but not touching. “Please,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. Jimmy smirked, finally taking Dan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the head. Dan moaned, his hands tangling in Jimmy’s hair as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Jimmy hummed, the vibration sending shivers through Dan’s body. But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled away, positioning himself between Dan’s legs. “Time for the main event,” he said, lining his cock up with Dan’s hole. He pressed forward slowly, savoring the resistance before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Dan gasped, his body tightening around Jimmy’s cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck,” Dan breathed, his voice trembling. Jimmy began to thrust, his movements deliberate and relentless. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his uncut cock sliding deep into Dan’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Like being filled up, used?” Dan could only nod, his mouth falling open as Jimmy’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the room. Jimmy reached down, gripping Dan’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. "On your stomach now," Jimmy said, pulling out of Dan's ass. “Suck it,” Jimmy commanded, pulling out abruptly. Dan didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, his lips stretching around the head as Jimmy fucked his face. Jimmy groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him as he thrust in and out of his mouth. “Not done yet,” Jimmy growled, pushing Dan back onto the bed. He flipped Dan onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide and pressing back inside, his cock sliding effortlessly into Dan’s stretched hole. Jimmy’s thrusts were savage now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into Dan from behind. “Gonna cum,” Dan choked out, his voice strained. “Not yet,” Jimmy snapped, reaching around to grip Dan’s cock tightly. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his other hand slapping Dan’s ass as he fucked him relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan. Jimmy’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching as he neared the edge. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna plant my seed deep in your ass.” With a final, brutal thrust, Jimmy came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load past Dan’s second ring. Dan cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him as Jimmy’s hand tightened around his cock, milking him dry. Jimmy collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Dan’s hole. Dan lay still, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Jimmy rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “You poz?” he asked casually, his tone belying the intensity of the moment. Dan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.” Jimmy feigned surprise, his eyebrow arching. “Really? I’d’ve pegged you for a poz slut, the way you were begging for it.” Dan flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Jimmy smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Time for you to go.” Dan nodded, climbing off the bed and pulling on his clothes. Jimmy watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. By the time Dan left, Jimmy was already lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing had happened. Jason returned later that evening, finding Jimmy in the living room, a smug expression on his face. “How was the baths?” Jimmy asked, his tone deceptively casual. “Relaxing,” Jason replied, raising an eyebrow. “You?” Jimmy grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Planted my seed in Dan’s ass,” he said, his voice low. “And THE seed in his mind.” Jason’s smiled. "Told him he took cock like a sexy poz slut," Jimmy’s smirk deepened, but he said nothing more, leaving the future open to interpretation. The room fell quiet, as the two of them considered their next moves.

Jason’s thumb swiped absently across the screen of his phone, the glow of the hookup app casting a faint blue light on his face. It was a Friday night, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Jimmy, his roommate, was out—something about a late shift at the bar—leaving Jason to his own devices. He scrolled through profiles, his eyes glazing over the usual array of gym selfies and vague bios. Then, a face caught his attention. Dan. Early 30s, clean-cut, with a smile that hinted at something wilder beneath the surface. Jason’s pulse quickened as he read the bio: “Bareback only. Love taking cum. No strings, just fun.” Perfect. He swiped right without hesitation, his heart pounding with anticipation. The match was instant, and Jason’s fingers flew across the screen as he typed out a message. “Hey, you free tonight? I’m hosting.” The response came within seconds, a simple “On my way” that sent a jolt of excitement through him. Jason set his phone down, standing up to pace the living room. The apartment was a mess—clothes strewn across the couch, dishes in the sink—but he didn’t care. This wasn’t about impressing Dan; it was about what was about to happen. The buzzer rang, and Jason’s breath hitched. He smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and pressed the intercom. “Third floor,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrill coursing through him. Moments later, the door opened, and Dan stepped inside. He was even better in person—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and eyes that locked onto Jason’s with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “Hey,” Dan said, his voice low and smooth. “You must be Jason.” “Yeah, come on in.” Jason stepped aside, gesturing for Dan to enter. The apartment felt smaller with Dan in it, the air charged with unspoken desire. “Want a drink or something?” Dan shook his head, his gaze roaming over Jason’s body. “Let’s skip the small talk. I’m here for one thing.” Jason smirked, feeling a surge of dominance. “Follow me.” He led Dan down the narrow hallway to his bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the city lights. Jason turned to face Dan, his heart racing as he took in the man before him. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire. Dan’s lips curled into a smirk as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and confident. His shirt came off first, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Jason’s eyes trailed down, taking in the defined abs and the faint trail of hair leading downward. Dan’s jeans followed, pooling at his feet, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Jason’s breath quickened as he stepped closer, his hands itching to touch. “You too,” Dan said, his voice husky. Jason obeyed, peeling off his own shirt and jeans, revealing the biohazard tattoo on his hip—a reminder of his love for risk. Dan’s eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the ink before meeting Jason’s eyes again. Jason made a mental note of his interest. Jason shivered at the touch, his desire spiking. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. Dan complied, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs slightly, his boxers tented with anticipation. Jason’s eyes darkened as he approached, his hands moving to grip Dan’s hips. He growled, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s stomach. Dan let out a soft groan, his hands tangling in Jason’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Do what you want with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he trailed kisses down Dan’s body, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Dan’s breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as Jason’s mouth hovered over his cock. But Jason had other plans. He pressed a kiss to Dan’s thigh before moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of Dan’s ass. “Fuck,” Dan gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Jason’s mouth made contact with his hole. Jason took his time, his tongue circling, probing, savoring the taste of Dan’s skin. He moaned against the tight entrance, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he deepened the contact, his tongue pushing inside. Dan’s body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum as he surrendered to the pleasure. “Jason… fuck me,” Dan pleaded, his voice desperate. Jason pulled away, his eyes locking onto Dan’s as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated his fingers, his gaze never leaving Dan’s as he pressed a digit inside, prepping him slowly. Dan’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body tightening around Jason’s finger as he added a second, stretching him further. He tossed Dan a bottle of poppers and Dan huffed. “Ready for me?” Jason asked, his voice thick with desire. Dan nodded, his eyes glazed with need. “Fuck me. Bareback. Just like you wanted.” Jason’s cock twitched at the words, his hand wrapping around it as he positioned himself at Dan’s entrance. He thrust forward, sinking into the tight heat with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Dan’s body clenched around him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Jason began to move, his hips snapping in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Jason growled, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pounded into him. Dan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his cock throbbing between them as Jason fucked him with relentless intensity. Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dan’s shoulder as he changed angles, hitting a spot deep inside that had Dan crying out. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he fucked Dan with abandon. As they moved, the missionary position allowing their bodies to press together, a sound from the living room made them pause. Jason froze, his heart pounding as he listened to the faint noise of the front door opening. “What was that?” Dan asked, his voice tight with tension. Jason smirked, his hand tangling in Dan’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Just my roommate Jimmy getting home. Don’t worry, he won’t interrupt us.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body relaxing as Jason resumed his thrusts. The knowledge that they were being watched—or could be—only added to the thrill. Jason’s hips snapped harder, his cock throbbing as he felt his release building. “I’m close,” Dan gasped, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Jason’s thrusts. "Me too," said Jason. Then he stared deep into Dan's eyes and let pulses of cum loose deep in Dan's cunt. “Cum for me,” Jason commanded, his voice hoarse with need. “Fill your hand with your cum while I’m still inside you.” Dan’s body tensed, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he obeyed, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Jason’s eyes darkened, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep, his cock twitching as he filled Dan with his seed. “Fuck,” Jason groaned, his forehead pressing against Dan’s as he rode out his orgasm. They lay there for a moment, their breaths syncing as they came down from the high. Jason pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from Dan’s body with a wet sound. Dan let out a soft sigh, his hand still gripping his spent cock as he looked up at Jason with a satisfied smile. “That was… incredible,” Dan murmured, his voice laced with awe. Jason smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s lips. “Glad you enjoyed it.” They dressed in silence, the tension between them still palpable as they made their way to the kitchen. Jimmy was there, lounging shirtless on a stool, his eyes narrowing as he took in Dan’s disheveled appearance. “Hey,” Jason said, his voice casual as he introduced them. “Jimmy, this is Dan. Dan, Jimmy.” Jimmy’s gaze lingered on Dan, his lips curling into a smirk. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone laced with underlying intent. Dan nodded, his eyes flicking between Jason and Jimmy as he sensed the unspoken dynamic between them. “Likewise,” he replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. Jason stepped closer to Jimmy, his hand resting on his roommate’s shoulder in a silent claim. “Dan was just leaving,” he said, his voice firm. Dan nodded, his eyes meeting Jason’s for a brief moment before he turned to leave. The door closed behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Jimmy turned to Jason, his smirk widening. “He’s a looker. PrEP slut?” Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice low. “For now. I think he could be our next project.” Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his hand reaching out to grip Jason’s hip. “Now you’re talking,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

because if feels fucking amazing....having a dude pump his load balls deep in your hole....aint nothin better...it doesnt have to be about taking a poz load, its about two men fucking...lol A lot of men don't want to be pozed, they just like bareback sex...

Use my fag arse

Athletic Trainer 8 Luke clenched, soaking up Jason's hot, wet grip. Pre-cum leaked, a clear sign of his own need, but he held back, drawing out the delicious agony. Jason, lost in it, gasped, eyes shut, hands gripping his head, trying to breathe. He did not know if he would cum again; all he wanted was more, a desperate plea for it to never end. Luke watched Jason's desperate hunger, a smirk on his face, their secret known. This whole thing, from the start, had been planned by Luke and Brad. Now, the next part was unfolding, Luke driving them to the motel where Brad waited, ready to finish what they started. "You want more, don't you?" Luke's voice was a low growl, cutting through Jason's pleasure fog. He traced Jason's hard dick, a teasing touch that sent shivers down Jason's spine. Jason, still spaced out, sighed, eyes still closed. "Yeah... I cannot believe I am saying this, but yeah... fuck, that was so good." "Glad to hear it," Luke purred, satisfied. "Let us wash up and get dressed. We are seeing a friend. We can keep going there." They stepped into the shower. Warm water rained down as they scrubbed each other, their movements slick and sensual. Every now and then, their mouths met, a slow, deep kiss tasting of desire and anticipation. Their bodies pressed close, steaming together, the friction a gentle promise of more to come. As Jason's hand went back, Luke stopped him, his voice low and firm. "Nah... keep my load in there." Luke wanted his presence to stay inside Jason, a constant reminder of their fuck. Out of the shower, they toweled each other off, hands lingering on warm skin. Luke told Jason to face him, eyes locking with Jason's before he slid a cock ring around Jason's swollen dick. The metal felt cool against Jason's hot flesh, a solid promise of heightened sensation. Next, Luke told Jason to bend over, a quiet command Jason obeyed without thinking. From a small bag, Luke pulled out a needless syringe, its clear tube of liquid. "Bong water. It will get you feeling pretty good," Luke explained, his voice flat as he injected the whole thing into Jason's ass. The water, Luke knew, had been collecting for days, a potent mix of countless hits. Its kick, even in that short time, was undeniable. Luke was sure Jason would not even know what hit him. After that, a small butt plug went in, its smooth surface disappearing easily into Jason's already loose hole. "Before we go," Luke began, his voice serious, almost conspiratorial, "will you promise to be a good fuck boy and let me whore you out? It will make me so happy if you will." Jason hesitated, the question hanging in the air. The idea, undeniably hot, also brought a flicker of doubt. He liked the thought, the dark pull of it, but was he really ready? "Um... yes," he finally managed, the word a soft mumble as they moved to the car. "First off," Luke ordered, his voice sharp and decisive as they got in the car. "Put your hands behind the seat, reach as far back as you can." Jason, still in a daze of obedience, followed without question. In a swift, practiced move, Luke pulled out cuffs and locked Jason's wrists together behind the seat. A blindfold went over Jason's eyes, plunging him into darkness. From a small vial, Luke sprayed a strong, heavy-smelling liquid onto a rag. "Maximum impact, it is like popper," he muttered. The rag was stuffed hard into Jason's mouth, followed by a mouth gag that held it in place, effectively silencing him. "Now we are ready to go," Luke announced, a triumphant glint in his eyes. With a press of a button, the butt plug inside Jason started to vibrate, a low, insistent hum that resonated deep within him. Then, Luke started the car, pulling out onto the road. The whole ride was a symphony of Jason's muffled moans; each vibration from the plug intensified the pleasure-pain within him. Luke, with deliberate cruelty, hit every speed bump without slowing; each jarring impact sent a jolt through Jason's body, making him feel as though the plug was penetrating deeper, harder with every bump. Finally, the car stopped, and with it, the vibrating hum of the butt plug ceased. Jason slowly started to wake up as the effect of maximum impact faded. A strange sense of being dumped washed over him; he felt as though Luke had just left him in the car, tied up and abandoned. Suddenly, the car door behind him opened. He felt a sharp jab in his left arm, then a pull, and then this crazy rush hit him, a fucked-up mix of fear and pure pleasure. Jason's head was spinning, thoughts crashing, couldn't focus on shit, especially not what was happening. His ass muscles were clenching and unclenching, spasms around the aching hole. Luke uncuffed his wrists and walked him into the motel room. Jason's eyes swam, dark and throbbing with his own pounding pulse. He barely saw the bed, but it pulled him in, and he scrambled onto it, his body just dropping into doggy. Luke, smooth and slow, yanked the plug out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness felt almost as jarring as being full. Just as the plug slid free, Brad walked out of the shower, naked and slick with water, steam still on his skin. Luke gave him a subtle, knowing nod, a silent message passing between them. Then he poured a thick stream of lube right above Jason's crack, catching the first drops with two fingers, letting it run slow and hot, coating the soft skin. His left hand, still holding the lube, dug into his pocket and pulled out a big, jagged chunk of crystal meth. He held it up, catching the light, and turned to Brad, a wicked look in his eyes. "What do you think? Too much?" Brad's lips curled into a slow, hungry smile. "Looks plenty to me," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that still sent a shiver down Jason's spine even as high as he was. Luke pulled his fingers away, leaving a smear of lube, then carefully held the crystal shard between his fingers. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic move, he slid it into Jason's hole, a gasp torn from Jason's throat at the surprise. The crystal then dropped deeper inside Jason. "All yours," Luke told Brad, a note of triumph in his voice. With that, Luke started undressing; his clothes hit the floor without a sound. He locked the door with a soft click, sealing them in, and then positioned himself right in front of Jason, leaning back on a stack of pillows behind him. Brad was already sliding the head of his cock, hot and thick, up and down Jason's open hole, a silent promise of what was coming. "I've never seen his hole wink at me like it does now. This is some next-level shit," Brad said to Luke, his voice raw, almost in awe. Jason felt a burning pain deep inside, a feeling that threatened to burn through the drug haze. He instinctively tried to push up, a desperate move to escape the growing intensity, but Luke's hand, firm and unmoving, ripped the gag free from his mouth. "Take it easy, man," Luke muttered, his voice thick with a raw anticipation that filled every inch of the room. The air was heavy, charged with the musky, hot smell of male arousal, a primal stink that seemed to coat the walls, muffling the outside world. The only sounds were the ragged, rising rhythm of their own heavy breathing. Jason nodded, a small, involuntary twitch, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum against the rough fabric still binding his eyes. He could feel the intense, radiating heat from deep inside his fucked hole, the foreign shit dissolving inside him. Jason's mouth dropped open, a silent gasp of anticipation. He felt Brad's hot breath on his ear, whispering low, encouraging words that sent shivers, both good and bad, down his spine, prickling his skin. "Your hungry hole ready for me? I know you are. Open up for me," Brad said, his voice a husky command. Jason was so fucked up, so lost in the swirling sensations, that he did not even recognize Brad's voice, a familiar sound made alien by the drugs. The smooth, engorged tip of Brad's cock brushed tantalizingly against his cheek, the head glistening with pre-cum, a shimmering promise of coming pleasure. In one swift, decisive move, Luke's cock filled Jason's mouth. Jason had to fight a visceral gag reflex as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, stretching him to his limit. He had never been so deep-throated, but the shocking thrill of this new, extreme feeling made him eager, almost desperate, for more, for whatever came next. Meanwhile, Brad's thick fingers were expertly teasing his entrance, circling, pressing, applying just enough exquisite pressure to make Jason silently beg for the main act, for the full, brutal insertion. Jason moaned, a low, guttural sound, his mouth full, his throat stretched tight around Luke. Then, the suddenness of Brad's penetration took Jason completely by surprise. A muffled grunt escaped him, stifled by Luke's shaft, as Brad drove into him. The feeling of being stretched open, of being completely filled, was almost too much, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Yet, miraculously, he managed to relax his muscles, welcoming the intrusion, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. As Luke began to thrust into his mouth, setting a steady, relentless rhythm, Brad's hands tightened on Jason's hips, holding him firmly in place, nailing him to the bed. The primal sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic beat that matched the frantic pounding of Jason's pulse in his ears, a primitive soundtrack to their escalating depravity. The two men chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Jason's body. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication of shared intent, that sent a fresh wave of intense excitement surging through Jason. He could feel their desire, a palpable force that seemed to thicken the air around them, making it heavy and electric. They began to spit roast Jason, a relentless assault that lasted for what felt like forever, though the clock on the bedside table would later show it was only five minutes. Luke finally unloaded in Jason's mouth. He made sure every drop of his man juice was swallowed before pulling his cock from Jason's mouth, leaving a slick, empty void, while Brad, seemingly insatiable, kept finding new ways to drill into Jason's hole, each thrust deeper, harder, more aggressive than the last. This relentless assault wrung high-pitched moans from Jason, sounds he never knew he could make, raw cries of pleasure and pain. Then, Brad slowed his pace, holding his dick deep inside Jason, allowing Jason's convulsing hole to contract tightly around him. With a few more sudden deep thrusts, Brad flooded Jason's rectum with his cum. Luke winked at Brad, a silent signal. Then Brad and Luke finally stepped back, leaving Jason blindfolded and cuffed to the hotel bedframe, his ears plugged, muffling the sounds of their departure. They moved to the room next door through the room connecting door. Their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, and settled onto the bed. From there, they watched Jason through a hidden camera Brad had installed, its feed displayed on the hotel room television. The two exchanged thick cloud after thick cloud, the heavy scent of meth smoke mingling with the lingering scent of sex, their silent observation a final, perverse act of control. Jason was disoriented, his breath catching in shallow gasps as he anticipated the next move in their twisted game. The door creaked open, followed by footsteps—someone new entered. A novel, pleasant scent filled the air, stirring a response in him. The first man, a young businessman radiating confidence, approached. The bed dipped under his weight as he settled beside Jason. Clothes rustled, and then a prick brushed against Jason's cheek. There was no mistaking it. A hand guided his neck, urging his face toward the anonymous erection. He opened his mouth, tasting the latex and sweat from his blindfold, mingled with the faint flavor of the stranger's precum. Hesitantly, he took the head in; his tongue explored the unfamiliar shape. Behind him, heavier steps indicated the presence of another man—a bodybuilder. Jason did not turn but registered his approach. The room seemed to shrink. Jason’s heart pounded. He braced himself. The mattress shifted again as another body pressed against his back. He felt the man’s breath on his neck, the air thick with sweat, sex, and raw desire. The businessman’s grip on Jason’s neck tightened, commanding, "Take more. Please me. Show me what you're worth." Simultaneously, the bodybuilder's hand found Jason’s ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumb teased the opening, already yielding from Brad’s earlier ministrations. The bodybuilder’s hot, massive cock pressed against Jason, its head nudging his ass. The initial push was gentle, a silent promise. Jason's eyes widened behind the blindfold, his mouth full of the first stranger's cock as he moaned around it, the sound muffled by the new intrusion. The businessman understood. His grip grew rougher, thrusting into Jason's face with a force that brought tears to Jason's eyes and a gag to his throat. Yet, a wild, hot surge propelled him forward, urging him to continue, to satisfy both men. Both men groaned, a guttural sound, and released their cum deep into Jason's mouth and ass. Though he could not see them, the two men shared a kiss afterward. They quickly withdrew, dressed, and departed. As they exited, a tall Black man entered, acknowledging them with a nod. Jason remained facedown on the bed, ass up, trying to comprehend the recent events. Then, strong hands gripped his legs, pulling him back for a wet, aggressive rim job. The man’s tongue worked intensely, then plunged into Jason’s cum-filled opening as if it were a feast. Jason felt so completely filled that he genuinely believed the man had inserted his entire tongue. This frenzied tongue assault seemed to last an eternity. Jason's mouth hung open, simply absorbing the sensation, barely making a sound because it felt so incredibly good. Finally, the man pressed his lips flat against Jason's hole and sucked out the cum, then spat it onto his own dick to lubricate it. Without hesitation, he rammed his 10-inch erection into Jason’s slick hole. With little resistance, he buried it. Just as Jason whimpered, the man growled, "Chill. Don't push me out or it'll go in harder. I ain't moving. My cock's stuck in you now. Breathe. Get used to it. I ain't moving till you say you're good, but it ain't coming out. Just relax." He knew Jason was about to beg him to withdraw, but he had preempted that request. So Jason quickly regained control of his breathing, taking long, deep breaths in and out, repeatedly. With each exhale, he felt the cock sink deeper. Eventually, he was certain the man’s balls were knocking against his own sack. Somehow, having that monstrous dick inside him also gave him a raging erection, but the top paid no mind to Jason’s boner. His entire focus was on Jason’s hole. He relished watching it grip and suck against his dick’s thrusts. He slammed Jason down hard onto the bed and lifted his hips, pounding every inch of his dick into Jason with powerful, brutal thrusts. He ensured Jason understood he was merely a hole to drain his hard pipe. At one point, he repeatedly hit Jason’s prostate, causing Jason’s legs to spasm involuntarily, but the top used his knees to hold Jason’s legs open and continued to drill the tip of his dick against Jason’s prostate, making Jason scream louder than he usually did. When the top climaxed, it felt like a dam bursting within Jason’s hole. A torrent of warm cum shot into Jason, reaching as deep as possible. Then, as swiftly as that dick had claimed his hole, the top pulled out, wiped his dick clean, and left. Jason, still blindfolded, rolled onto his back to retain that warm load inside him for as long as he could. The thought that permeated his mind was "used." He felt as though that top had utterly violated his hole, and he was even a little proud that his ass could satisfy that man. He had never imagined getting pounded could feel that good. After the tall black man left, satisfied. Shortly after, two of Jason's teammates, Dylan and Travis, entered the room, having seen an anonymous message about a "cum dump" in a bathroom stall. Though they did not know who they would find, they immediately recognized Jason, a sophomore who had quickly secured a starter spot on the team. Dylan, 5'9" with a slender, athletic build and pale skin, had long, dirty blonde hair and script tattoos on his chest, a full back, and a color-tattooed right arm. He was the shortest on the team but confident and well-respected, known for his defensive speed. Despite having many female fans, he was secretly gay and enjoyed dominating taller, more muscular men. His 9.5-inch penis was noticeably large even when soft. Travis, about Jason's height with a darker copper skin tone, had well-defined arms and chest, and short dark hair with a nice fade. He was 6'3" and muscular with an 8.5-inch thick penis, a high sex drive, and an online profile name of "holeopener." He enjoyed the sensation of pulling his penis out and re-inserting it. Travis and Dylan, now roommates, had arrived at the hotel together, suggesting a sexual relationship or some sort. Upon recognizing Jason, tied up and blindfolded, Dylan and Travis giggled and whispered before stripping naked and approaching him. They had expected to see someone from another sport, not their teammate. Travis reached for Jason's hard, precum-dripping penis and began stroking it, mouthing to Dylan, "Dude... he precums so damn much." They had always found Jason attractive but avoided pursuing teammates to prevent awkwardness. Finding him blindfolded presented a perfect opportunity. Dylan found lube, along with a tray of new and used syringes. He locked the door and brought the tray to Travis, who was lightly rubbing Jason's glans, causing him to moan. Travis, surprised by the tray, asked, "Where did that come from?" Dylan nodded to a dark corner of the room, confirming Travis's unspoken question about Jason's state. Dylan prepared two points of crystal with water. They clearly had done this before at some point. They debated what to do with Jason, but Dylan decided against further manipulation due to Jason's incoherence. To appease Travis, they opted for a booty bump for Jason. Travis filled a needless syringe with crystal and water. They both injected themselves, finishing around the same time. After the rush settled, Travis signaled Jason to lie on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and aggressively face-fucked Jason's throat, bringing Jason's legs up to expose his used anus. "Shit... it's filled with cum. Do you think he can still fill the booty bump?" Travis whispered to Dylan. Dylan silently examined Jason's anus. Travis then pressed his mouth around Jason's anus, sucking out and swallowing as much cum as he could and swallowed them like they were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted while continuing to penetrate Jason's throat. After a minute, Travis, cum dripping from his face, said, "I think he's ready." Dylan handed Travis the needless syringe and readied his phone camera. The lube-soaked cum made it easy for Travis to push the booty bump halfway into Jason's ass, then all the way. He aimed Jason's ass at Dylan's dick. Dylan held his phone in one hand, jerking his hard, wet cock with the other. Dylan's dick wasn't huge at the tip, but it got thick towards the base, making the last third a real motherfucker to take. Jason felt the booty bump as Dylan slid in. The last three guys and that reinforced bump had left Jason's ass wet and loose. Dylan slid in two-thirds of the way, no problem, but Jason screamed when Dylan slowly pushed in his thick cock. Travis quickly jammed his dick into Jason's open mouth, turning the screams into whimpers. Dylan kept stretching Jason's ass until his cock was buried deep. Feeling Jason's ass clench, Dylan whispered, "Relax. Breathe deep through your nose." Jason did, taking a few deep breaths. On the third one, Travis held poppers under his nose, making him take two more hits. Seconds later, Dylan felt Jason's ass muscles loosen, though it was still tight, fighting Dylan's pull. Dylan moved his dick in and out, slow, short strokes. Travis, though, was rougher with Jason's mouth, squeezing his cheeks and holding his head back to keep it open. Dylan leaned in, whispering to Jason, "Deep breath, then give up. Open your hole and your throat." He then stroked and pinched Jason's nipples, whispering again, "Another deep breath, then relax and let go." Between the drugs and the poppers, Dylan's voice was like a spell. Jason's mind went blank, just focusing on the words. At the same time, Travis and Dylan broke through Jason's last fight, burying themselves in him from both ends. Both let out a satisfied "ahhhhh..." Dylan then told Jason, "You know you love it. Come on... show me you want it." Lost in the crazy rush, Jason hung on Dylan's every word. Dylan's familiar voice was a faint whisper in the haze of being so turned on. His world shrunk; every feeling pulled him into the desperate act of breathing. Each breath was a ragged gasp, each exhale a shaky release. Time stopped; minutes felt like forever. Even though it hurt, a strange giving-up bloomed inside him, a willing surrender to the sweet pain. His racing thoughts locked on the huge, unmoving pressure of Dylan's thick cock, a feeling that changed what penetration meant. It felt like being ripped open, stretched beyond anything he'd known, and the quick emptiness when Dylan moved even a little brought a new kind of ache. Suddenly, Dylan's hands grabbed Jason's neck, pulling his head forward. With a hard thrust, Dylan drove deeper, his cock punching into Jason's very core, his meat tunnel giving way to the deep invasion. Jason's head arched back, a silent scream caught in his open mouth, his eyes squeezed shut against the blinding intensity. Above them, Travis, who had been quiet, got onto the bed, still thrusting hard into Jason's throat. Though his own eyes were shut, a primal sound ripped from Dylan's lips, a deep command that shook the air. "Push out now. Come on. Let me in even more." Jason felt like he was at his limit, couldn't imagine taking more. Yet, as he strained, pushing out his colon as hard as he could, Dylan proved him wrong, a quiet, clear show of his unstoppable power. Dylan push his dick forward even further. Dylan's throbbing cock hit a spot that hadn't been touched, pulling a high-pitched moan from Jason that he didn't recognize as his own. His hard, desperate cock bounced wildly with each powerful hit against his used hole. Just as Jason finally pulled away from Travis’s cock, sucked in a shallow breath, a sudden, warm gush filled his throat. Travis, with a surprising surge, blew thick loads of cum, a shockingly big but sweet flood on his tongue. He swallowed it all in a desperate, almost frantic gulp, but even then, his focus stayed on the steady, constant rub of Dylan's cock head, deep in his ass. Every thrust forward was a confusing sensation causing Jason’s eyes to rolled back. Then came the final dump. A wave of warm cum shot inside him, a raw, uncontrolled gush from Dylan. At the same time, Jason’s legs buckled, a sudden, uncontrollable shake leaving him weak and trembling, like he'd just run a marathon. Jason thought he blew the biggest loads but was confused when he felt no cum in front of him. Slowly, carefully, Dylan pulled out, letting Jason collapse, spent and totally fucked, onto his stomach on the bed. The finally, a big, wet puddle formed under Jason, the sticky warmth a mix of piss and cum, and he just didn't care. Travis and Dylan chuckled softly as they got up, their low voices filling the quiet room. They dressed with little talk, then, relaxed, helped themselves to the big spread of drugs, trying a bit of everything before they left. For Jason, the exhaustion was a deep, heavy blanket, pulling him onto the bed. He spent several minutes to recover. He didn’t even know he was just fucked and seeded by his teammates. He never knew getting fucked could feel like this. He could feel the wet cum instead of him and his tender hole puckering trying to keep the cum from oozing out.

Well I went and visited an old fuck buddy of mine, and boy did he destroy my hole. He used to be a bottom back when we fooled around, however the roles have reversed and he’s more of a top and I’m more of a bottom. First his dick was thick and long, and he definitely opened up my tight hole up. Like he was fucking me so good that when he came in me, I had him fuck the cum further into my hole. He gave me another load and he churned both loads in deep in my hole. It felt so good having his big raw cock in my tight raw boy pussy. I’ll definitely be getting dick down again by him in the future!

You and I agree on that. Others can do what they want, but I'd hope we're all better than that. Fact remains though that we need to operate under the premise that not everyone is as honest or above board about sexual health.

Hey guys! Great Afternoon with my buddy Chase. This is one of those hot tops that fucks you so good and is able to breed you so many times that after he's spent, you want to tell THE WHOLE WORLD! Damn! 🙂 We met a few weeks ago but we've been getting together like a couple times a week since and I'm a happy boy for it! I mean, its hard for me to hold back how I feel when we're together cuz from the moment he mounts me and the way he just ever so perfectly enters me to his varied and talented thrusts that go from slow and deep to hard and fast. . . .he's a TRUE champ! Looking forward to seeing more of this guy for sure.

I'm back. I'll be finishing this one and another story soon. I'm glad people are still enjoying this as much as I did writing it. -Jamie

I'm a verse top, but my favorite thing is sucking dick and balls. Especially while it's fucking some other guy's hole.

Drew’s Dad was a bit hesitant to penetrate his son but once he felt Drew’s tight hole on his shaft his male instinct took over and he started thrusting. It was a beautiful thing watching my Boy being seeded by his Dad. He’s over the mental block now and he understands that there’s no emotional connection and it’s only about the physical pleasure/orgasm he gets when he cums in Drew’s arse. We fucked again last night. It was more relaxed and natural. Drew’s Dad went first. He put him on his belly and spread his legs wide then got on top and went balls deep and fucked his load into his son then I fucked his cum filled hole. I’m gunna have a few more sessions with the 3 of us before I let him watch Drew being group fucked by our regulars.

I want to be inside!

Oh holy slam Pig fuck I love reading this story every few years my dick is fucking hard I'm hitting the pipe getting so high I this bad daddy pouring out a son because that fagot condole son needs discipline and Daddy needs a new fucking whore a new hole oh God I just go nuts with the dealers who are him out even further man this is the granddaddy of all chemsex stories would be hot to do a simultaneous slam when daddy and dealer slams him up! Daddy knows what this boy is good for making money off his fresh cunt before the piercings and the heavy slams and clouds do them in

I ran into something similar last week. Some dude agreed to hook up off Sniffies here in NOLA and then messaged me ON THE WAY TO HIS HOUSE telling me he wanted me to pick up an Apple gift card "for his kids" to keep them occupied WHILE WE HAD SEX in the other room. That was a huge huge huge huge nope. Luckily I saw the message BEFORE I got to his house, so turned around and went home. BLOCK BLOCK BLOCKITY BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK.

Alpha Beta Twunks Stud: I love the gym. I take good care of my body, I eat well and lift heavy. If I don't get to the gym at least 6 days a week, I feel irritable and frustrated. Every day I make it to the gym I feel powerful, I feel ready to fuck. The view at the gym doesn't hurt either. Men and women alike, I love the sight of all the great butts pushing their limits during squats, leg press, and deadlifts. This isn't my only story that starts at the gym, it is a great place to hunt. Prey almost finds me here, I catch them looking at me lift, they're eyes linger just as much on my package as my pumped muscles. On this day I was doing my squats, and hitting a personal record too. It was fucking hard, the strain was intense and rewarding. Next to my squat rack was a bench and group of teens were doing bench presses. Groups of teens at the gym typically annoy the fuck out of me, because their horseplay can be dangerous and the need to watch that they don't hurt themselves distracts me from my workout. This group was no different, they were swapping out one after the other after the other trying upping they're weight more and more. They weren't working out, they were trying to show off. I overheard their stupid conversation, they were arguing about which one is the "alpha". I personally hate the obsession with alpha bro culture, especially at the gym. First there's no such thing as alpha, second if there was then it would be something you would never have to tell people, talk about, or be concerned with. If it has to be said, then you're not alpha. Anyway these boys were whining to each other about all their alpha traits ( how much they lift doing x exercise, how much they fuck their girlfriends, etc.) when one guy, the closest to a leader of the pack, said under his breath. "none of us are alpha when he's in the room". They all shut up and looked at me, I pretended not to notice, I think they thought the were being subtle lol. One particularly lanky dipshit broke the silence and said, nah that guys probably on juice and has tiny beta balls. That got a laugh out of most of them and they went back to lifting. They were done pretty soon though, I had moved on to weighted pull ups using the bar on the same squat rack when they each announced they were done and heading out. One guy stayed behind though, the boy that called me alpha. When they left I saw him stare at me, thinking I wasn't aware. As I was finishing my set I noticed him adding way too much weight to his bar so instead of keeping the weights belted onto my waist I took them off after I came down. I was going to be ready to save this kids life. He got down on the bench under the bar and he seemed scared. I chose this moment to check him out directly and holy fuck he set me off. He had a juicy build, plump muscle, the type that fills out the back of every pant regardless of size. He had rosy innocent looking cheeks and short dark curly hair. His ass was huge, even lying on his back I could tell he had cake that was ready to be frosted. As soon as he unracked the bar I walked the few steps over and it's a good thing I did, the weight went down, barely controlled and pinned him to the bench. His face was pure panic for a split second before I swooped in. I bent my knees over his head and grabbed the bar, I could have lifted it right away but I wanted to savour the moment. See I didn't have too, but I had my crotch pressed into his face as I grabbed the bar, my loaded balls were on his nose and my fat freeballing cock was resting down to his neck. I grabbed the bar right away and lifted just enough so there was no pressure on him, I felt him take deep breath as his panic lifted. Obviously my cock twitched at the feeling of his breath on my balls, his fate was now sealed, I knew I would have to put my load in his ass. After only about half a second I braced my thighs so they lightly squeezed his head and lifted the bar up and back onto the rack. The kid was near tears, when I backed off, he thought he was going to die, and he could have too. I gave him a stern look and said, "You need to be more careful boy, stop trying to show off, this isn't a playground." He started apologizing and making excuses, he insisted he was serious about working out, I think he thought I'd report him or something. "look," I said, "it's fine to try and hit PRs but don't be stupid, move up slow, and for fuck sakes ask someone like me to spot you next time, you could learn something from us elders anyway." That made his face light up. Fuck yeah, this stupid twunk worships me, this is going to be so easy. He asked me right away if I think he can get big and "alpha", like me. I answered carefully, "If you actually want to be big, you'll need to put in the work and do what I tell you.. like a good boy" I said nothing about being "alpha". I loved the look on his face as he nodded eagerly along and then heard "good boy". I could tell he felt belittled by it, but wouldn't dare say anything. He replied in a tiny embarrassed voice "If you will help me I will do what you say, I really want to get big, but I don't want to do steroids". I laughed at him and answered with air quotes, "you felt for yourself I don't have "tiny beta balls"." The boy went instantly beet red, lol. I don't know if it's because he was embarrassed to know I heard them talking, or he was embarrassed to acknowledge he felt my big nuts on his face. I pretended to ignore his response and instructed, "pack your stuff, and take me to your place, I'll make you a protein shake, give you my tips, and fill you in on how to be a big boy." All of my innuendos were lost on him, I wanted to test how innocent this guy was and he passed, hard. My forwardness put him on the back foot though and he started to blabber some excuses about going to the mall for ice cream with his girlfriend and how his parents were going to be home at 6. I interrupted him, "all I hear is you don't want to get big. Shut up with your excuses and just go get chubby eating ice cream at the mall." He looked dejected, until he grabbed and sent a text, I leaned over to read it. "I'm sorry Kali I'm too tired after the gym I need to go home and rest" she must be glued to her phone because she answered immediately, "yeah, whatever". "Good boy, Get your stuff and get in my truck, it's the grey one at the corner of the lot. I'm leaving in five minutes" This time he looked proud to be called a good boy. I walked away from him and heard him scramble to grab his things strewn all over the gym floor, lol. Less then a minute after I got in my truck I saw him running across the parking lot with his bag open, barely containing all his junk. I had removed my shirt so I had my sweaty arms, chest, and abs on full display. He climbed into the shotgun and thanked me again, I started the truck and told him to give me his address. He answered and we were off, his fate is sealed. On the drive he stared out of the corner of his eye at my chest and abs. He couldn't hold back admiring compliments, I just smirked. This straight boy has no idea what he's setting himself up for. We arrive at his house in some some bland suburban neighborhood he unlocks the door and before he can I push past him and walk in. "where's the kitchen, I need my protein." he points down the entry way and I throw my gym bag on the island open it and take out a shaker and protein power, pour water from the sink and shake it. I take a chug and stop to hand it to him. "Drink it, this is yours, I'll mix myself another." he follows my instruction and drinks it to earn another "good boy". Now I can tell he's ashamed he likes it. "where's your garage?" He shows me the door and we go inside, it's fucking hot as fuck in there. "First things first" I say then grab his shirt and pull it off him. "what the fuc"-- Before he's don't reacting I grab his shorts and rip them down. "We need to see what we're working with, there's no point to being modest if your goal is to be the biggest show off." He mumbled some answer to accept my logic as he moved his hands to cover his little tighty-whities. "so what's this, you have a good starting physique, you've got some babyfat but that will go away when you quit the ice cream, and you have thick legs and holy shit man you've got big glutes, who are you trying to impress with dat ass?" I could see the cogs turning in his head as he processed ever insult hidden in my assessment, and then his look of pride on my final "compliment". Before he can finish processing my words I grab a nearby broom and hand it to him, "we will use this to stand in for a barbell and I will show you the important compound lifts." He nodded and we spent the next 40 minutes going through all the major lifts in detail. I have a lot of knowledge and he was receptive the whole time. of course I took every chance I could to touch him to trace the the right muscle to activate, or put his hand on my body to demonstrate the muscle I'm flexing. by the end of the lesson we were both drenched in sweat, his tighty-whities were hiding nothing, but he was focusing so much on my advice he didn't even notice. "that's all boy, do you have any questions?" He looked pensive and then cautiously said he had one question, he doesn't just want to be big, he wants to be alpha, and he pitifully asked if I teach him to be Alpha. This insecurity is what I was waiting to exploit. "No one learns to be Alpha, you either are or you aren't, and before you do, if you have to ask if you are alpha, then you aren't. You think getting big muscles will make you an alpha? it won't. It will just make you a bigger beta, trust me, most big muscle guys are servile to any real alpha. You should still get big muscles though, not because it will make you more alpha, but because I'm telling you to." His face sunk, the poor sap was more dejected than ever. He started to plead, for a way to be alpha. so fucking ironic lol. "look the only way to be alpha is to have alpha spunk inside you. unless you can think of a way to get that then you're beta for life." The fucking moron stared blankly, cogs turning in his head until finally I saw the "idea" hit him. He observe that he felt my dick jump on his chin when saved his life and shoved my alpha balls in his face. I sniped, "yeah so what, are you a faggot AND a beta?" he then got defensive, Insisting he's not gay, he has a girlfriend, he lied about how she lets him fuck her, how he thing fags are gross and if one hit on him he'd beat the shit out of them. lol. "So what, fine, you're straight. get to your actual point then" and this is where he got nervous as he explained his thought process. It went like this. He figures if my dick jumped feeling his breath on my alpha nuts, then maybe, if I let him he can put my dick in his mouth and I'll cum, then he will have alpha spunk inside him. I took a moment to revel in my brilliance. Here I am, alone with a sweaty straight twunk, stripped down to is sheer tighty-whities, begging for me to come in his mouth. "you want to suck my cock!?" this made him squirm to come up with rationalizations. He claimed he wouldn't actually suck my dick that I would just put it in his mouth and cum, very different. "Well you found a loophole, for it work though I'll need to come down your throat to get it as deep as possible not just in your mouth." He accepted this logic right away and nodded. "and you will need a big load, the best way to get a big load is having my balls get licked first." right away he volunteered to lick my balls. "okay lie on the floor and stick out your tongue boy" He got down on the cold concrete, closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. I dropped my shorts and straddled his face, tea bagging his tongue. He got to work right away licking my full sweaty balls. "woah, good boy, you like that don't you?" he muffled something about not liking it, honestly the feeling of him trying to talk while licking my balls was fantastic. I was facing away from his torso so my big 9" cock was bobbing on his face, every time it touched him he tried to screw his eye shut tighter. His work was paying off and I was getting a decent amount of precum leaking onto his forehead and pretty curly hair. Once his hair and forehead was covered in my pre I lifted myself up about a foot, "now open your throat and take my alpha seed", he opened wide and I shoved my fat hard cock into him. Of course he started gagging immediately, I wasn't gentle in the slightest. "there's no way I can cum with you gagging like that control your throat baby" I lied through my teeth as I strained to hold back the five day load churning in my balls. Of course he kept on gagging, I pulled out and slapped his face hard with my cock. "dumb fuck, you think I'm going to cum with you puking on my dick?" he was gasping but still he begged me me to try again. "I'm not putting my dick through that again, if you want my alpha cum your going to have to turn around and bend over." His eyes went wide, he begged me to try his throat again. I was impatient so I flipped him myself, lifted him by the hips and lined up my slick rod to his cherry. He sobbed the word "nooooo" as I pushed into him until I had him pinned to the floor as he screamed. I held my mouth to his ear and told him, "this was your idea, if you actually want to be alpha you need to man up and take it. Do you actually want to be alpha?" he replied with a meek yes. At this point I had been edging for long so one more thrust balls deep into him and then I let it go. I shot a huge load inside his forever popped cherry. "your full of alpha cum now boy, are you pleased?" he told me it's worth it if it makes him alpha. I pulled out and slapped his bubbly ass so hard it left a dark red handprint. "That's not enough, you'll need more than that" I pulled my shorts on and left through the front door, as I started my truck I saw a car pull into his driveway and open the garage door. I drove off laughing. Prey's perspective to cum.

Apparently it did. In my book, it remains the case that when I catch a bug, I won't go out breeding holes all night until it's over with. That happens occasionally, and at least my conscience is clear. I wouldn't knowingly share an std with anyone either.

FUCK YES, your story is fuckin hot and sleazy and I love it. Dominant Alpha Coach pozzing up his MuscleJock 👍☣️

I'm back! I'll finish this up along with another story very soon!! I'm glad everyone is enjoyed this story! - Jamie

Chapter one Don’t cum inside me without a condom! The Stud Starting at the beginning when I first discovered dominating, barebacking, and breeding. For several years I had bad luck with sex, I knew I wasn’t a bttm early but no one could take my large dick. It turns out the size is less of an issue when you remove the rubber. So one night after the bar I was crashing on a friend's couch, a mutual friend crashed on the floor. Part way through the night I was cold so I picked him up and put him on the couch with me to cuddle. I’m pretty sure I didn't even wake him while doing so. I snuggled back and a while later I felt him rub his ass against me. I took it a step further and pulled his underwear down. I didn’t have condoms but I was so fucking horny I decided to tease his ass with my cock. I was surprised when my dick went in with a small shove, it had never been this easy to enter a guy with a condom on. He noticed though. It definitely woke him up. I pumped a few times in and out and he moaned with pleasure. —Side note I’m lucky he’s bi, I had no idea what his orientation was at the time.— This is the first time I was ever able to put my whole cock inside a man and feel his ass stroke me with every thrust. I knew right away condoms were my enemy. I was still fucking him slow, savouring the new feeling and assuming that this was temporary that it could all stop if I wasn’t careful. Then he gave me an idea that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The first and only thing he said to me was a meek whisper “please don’t cum inside me without a condom on”. A switch went off an I went from being afraid he would stop me to being determined to take him. I told him “yes baby” and started pounding him deep and fast and in less than a minute I was shooting a huge load right up his ass and watched his face shoved into the pillow contort with pleasure, fear and confusion. He asked why I came inside him when he told him not to and I pretended that I misheard him, but I didn’t apologise. He said he’s okay with what I did, but not to do it again. Hahaha, I've bred this guy so many times since then, more than he realizes. This night transformed me into a load giver. When I pick a guy to load he gets it deep every time, and I prefer a challenge. The Prey Saturday night and the weather's warming up. I needed to go out and drink. Some guys from my dorm are going out to the gay bar and I figured I’d join them. I’m bi but I haven’t done much with guys yet, it’s too risky. We had a fun night dancing and I had way too much to drink. I didn’t realize that at the time and so agreed to go to an afterparty in a house nearby. The after party turned out to be just a few people chilling out playing video games. Somehow I fell asleep on the floor by the couch and only noticed when someone picked me up and put me on the couch. It felt really nice to be handled this way, and I was pleased to realize he was joining me on the small couch. I felt him press up against my back with his hard cock my ass. --Wait! Why can I feel his skin? Where are my pants?!-- I guess he could tell I liked it anyway. I felt him adjust so his head was at my hole. This is now the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy. I’ve played with my own ass, but never had anyone this close. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t have a condom so of course we can’t… Suddenly he pushed all the way in. I was shocked, it did hurt but I was still drunk enough to ignore the pain. He doesn’t have a condom on! He starts pumping his cock in and out in long strokes, every time he pulls back i panic about fucking bare, but as soon as he pumps in my brain goes blank with pleasure. I’ve never felt my prostate this much, his cock is warm and so incredibly deep. His thrusts are getting faster and his breathing is getting shorter. I know what this means and I really start to panic and tense up. I had enough wits about me to demand. “Please don’t cum inside without a condom on!” He gripped my torso hard and hissed “yes baby”. --good he heard me.-- Then he sped up more and pounded so hard it really started to hurt. I was about to tell him to stop, I’m not sure that he would have thought, when he thrust deep into me and his cock pulsed. I turned my head around to tell him to pull out! But he just covered my face with his hand and shoved me into the pillow. I couldn’t say anything, I tried to squirm free but I think that just milked his cock more. Finally after what felt like forever the pulsing stopped, he sighed and let me go. Immediately I demanded “Why did you cum in me when I told you not to!”. He smiled, winked and told me he thought I told him to cum inside. I guess that’s possible. I didn’t want to make a scene so I just said “whatever, now you know, don’t do it again.” He just replied with “yes baby”, pulled his shorts on and left. I passed out exhausted, still drunk, and apparently full of cum. Now it’s noon I’m hungover, walking back to my dorm wondering how I let last night happen and his huge load escapes with what I thought was going to be a small fart. People can see it, there’s no way they can’t. This is why they call it the walk of shame.

I am switching back to descovy, and thought I'd share my thoughts somewhere about it. I was on Apretude for almost a year I think, and switching back to descovy now. Going in, my expectation was that not needing to take a daily pill would make things a lot easier / simpler for me. However, I found the opposite to be the case. Yes, I felt protected without having to have a habit of taking daily PrEP, but there were hidden difficulties with Apretude I didn't expect. The first headache with Apretude is that it's much more heavily regulated / locked down as a medication for some reason. This makes actually getting the dose each time more of a headache in a few ways: More questions and scrutiny from healthcare providers Medication has to be administered by a healthcare provider, not at home Test results for the injection need to be taken no more than one week before the injection, a somewhat tight window As a result, you need to find time for two separate appointments at a healthcare provider one week apart The healthcare appointment for the injection itself is a bit of a hassle. Healthcare providers are required to assess labs, ask questions, and then finally retrieve the injection that's in a secured container elsewhere before being able to administer it, overall this just takes time The next headache were the minor but not insignificant side effects from the injection that I do not experience from daily PrEP. The apretude medication for me caused fatigue / aches / feverishness for a few days after the injection. Depending on the person administering the injection, too, there can be some soreness as the needle is not small itself. Overall, if you can't be bothered taking daily PrEP it's a good option. For me I do think daily PrEP is better. Ideally, I'll switch to some other medication that would only need to be taken once every six months to a year if it becomes available, or even better get a vaccine one day.

In san francisco sep 4-6th with a poz pig and looking to exchange hiv+. Pnp a must. Very verbal, totalaidspigs.

Nothing turns me on more of my cock being milked by a older stranger, even more when they are bouncing on my cock understall. Or anon. I wish there was a more popular site like Squirt or Sniffies thats dedicated to cruising. Any recommendations?

if you lived closer and horny for an ass to fuck i would gladly let you fuck me bare and breed me whether you have rectal chlamydia or not and yes as a cumdump would accept the risk of getting infected with whatever you may or may not have when sucking your cock or getting bred by your cock......

It's the experience, their skills, learned over decades of fucking that make the older guys attractive, either T or b.

It started when he caught me and his son fucking around when we were younger. My cousin was the first to fuck me, but his dad really showed me what a dick could do. He had a 4g PA at the time and it felt amazing. He was always gentle in getting the head in but then he’d destroy my boipussy. He’d pop a boner pill and be rock hard forever. Even after blowing a load. I loved staying over growing up. I took so many loads from him. and he never wore a condom. And I would later find out he was a pretty big barebackb slut top. I’m amazed I never caught anything from him. Im 38 now, so it’s been going on for 27 years, at this point. His wife died when we were little and he never remarried. And in the past 10 or so years, he’s been more open about his bisexuality. and his pa is what inspired me to get one of my own. i think my favorite memory is from about 10 years ago. My dad passed suddenly and so I was spending a lot of time at home helping my mom and just doing all the funeral type stuff. He really helped me feel like a real person through all the grief. It probably helps that he looks a lot like my dad. And I had told him for years that I wanted to do a three way with them. But he was too intimidated by my really masc dad to ask. I regret that I never did, as i totally think he’d have been down—even though he and my mom were still married and he was straight. He was just so open-minded and sex positive. since then, anytime we fuck, i just am reminded of this awesome connection we share. And now he has a 00g pa that takes a bit of negotiating to get in—sometimes he downgrades to 0 if my hole is proving too tight. And he also has a frenum/shaft ladder. He got that in the past year or so. That was a very weird feeling the first time. Kind of stings, but also adds just new pressure points and hits different things along the way.

 I invited Drew’s Dad to join us last night. After our last session I was excited to do it again. I gave him a couple of scotches to relax him and to get him horny. We all stripped off and I saw Drew’s Dad was hard as fuck. I put Drew on the bed face down and mounted him. I fucked him hard for 15 minutes to open up his hole. I got off him and his Dad got on top of him. He was thrusting his cock between Drew’s cheeks but wasn’t in him. I gripped his Dad’s cock and guided it to Drew’s hole then I pushed hard on his Dad’s arse and forced his cock into Drew. The second Drew’s hole gripped the end of his Dad’s cock the male instinct took over and he thrusted in balls deep. He fucked him for only a few minutes before he shot his load. He pulled out and I went in deep. It was the best fuck ever. Drew’s hole lubed with his Dad’s sperm. I fucked my load deep inside him. Drew fukkin loved it, finally he’s been seeded by his Dad and his Daddy.

So insatiable, in fact, that I had another guy over in the wee hours until a little while ago. He fisted me to within an inch of my life, then bred me deep, cumming 3x in a row at the end of the session. Still have all 3 poz loads inside me. ☣️

Awesome story, reminds me of my introduction to chem sex when i was young(er). Meth and poppers...mmm.

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years. The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old. There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended. I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20. That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using. I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude. That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth. When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand. I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass. He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass! I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole! To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide. As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock. In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.” Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole. As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock. I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care. He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts. He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.” He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth! As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.” “FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed. I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes! I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over. I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door. I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived. Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers. It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall. When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below. When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height. I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back. He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them. That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall. I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter. The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.” I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.” My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable. I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side. I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it. FUCK, that was not my smartest move! As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back. He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me. “This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. “You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers. I crouched down under the counter. He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth. He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!” I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock. After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens. The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him. They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time! A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area. That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers. At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan: He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am. He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm. I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock. I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks. He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room. I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news. All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night. Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads! Some additional things to know: · In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me. When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees. When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. · There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter. When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock. · During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into. · The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths. He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum. He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning. · To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors. He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it. Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths. The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me. It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube. · I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.” When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!” He was definitely true to his fucking name!

Never pulled out of a guy. I'm usually fucking guys for a one reason...to pump my balls deep down a hot hole with no worries of consequence lol

Fantastic start! Looking forward to more. Of course, the really sleazy Marine boys know they can get action at the rest stop on the I-5 right nearby... Not that I'd know anything about that. Nor Black's Beach, either. Oink.