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Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** ***Also - forgive my rusty German*** “C’mon, Mikey,” it’s through here,” I called back to him urgently. “This is the door that Wolfgang told us about” Mike and I crept silently towards the blue door that said “Nur für Mitarbeiter.” In my limited German, I knew that meant “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Yes, this is where Wolfgang told us to go. We crept silently, even though no one could possibly hear us over the din of the techno music-- it’s hypnotic beat pulsating and throbbing in our ears. Even while still outside, we could hear it clearly – on every fourth beat, a voice dubbed over the music added a rotation of single word: “TOXIC” “POZ” “AIDS” “VIRUS.” Yeah, this was the place and soon, just beyond that blue door, my best friend Mikey and I would get access into one of the most exclusive parties in the world: The infamous “Nachladen” party, exclusively only for POZ-detectable men, totally invitation only and only after applicants submit a copy of lab work showing a detectable viral load within 2 weeks of the date of the party. Lab work papers or .pdfs are checked again at the door by a fearsome looking punk bouncer, Carsten, who, at almost 7 feet tall and in his custom biohazard-shaped harness, biotats all over his lean body, and almost always wearing nothing at all, presented a formidable obstacle to access the converted warehouse on the outskirts of Berlin, by a small river, across the field and over a 6ft chain-link fence that Mikey and I scaled just before reaching the blue door. And even if your paperwork showed the required viral load qualifications, if Carsten didn’t like your look, or somehow thought you were faking being toxic to get in, he’d throw you out before you even get in the door. Nobody argued with Carsten. As these prerequisites were explained to me back home by my friend Clay who is a veteran of the Nachladen parties. Certainly, Mikey and I, both of us still neg after almost a year of chasing HIV, weren’t going to get in. But we were going to, in Berlin, stopping there on a train trip of Europe, and we beseeched Clay to try to get us in. “Sorry, Chris, chasers like you two aren’t welcome at the Recharge Party (using the rough English translation for “Nachladen.)” You gotta convert to HIV POZ first, and then you need proof of toxicity, like recent lab results to show them from your phone. Carsten will never let you in. He is one mean muthafucker, especially when he’s pounding a load from his poisoned cock into you.” Mike and I were dejected by this, of course, especially since in the last few years, more and more guys have openly and unashamedly chased the upgrade to POZ status - any gay street fair you go, or even this WeHo coffee shop we’re sitting in, is chock-a-block with guys festooned with biotats: Radiocative Symbols, Scorpions, Biohazard signs, or just the words “positive” or “HIV Inside.,” Our statuses have both stubbornly remained “negative,” despite Clay’s repeated breedings of us both. Clay, of course, was famously pozzed by his uncle Randy and a few of Randy’s high-viral fuck buddies at an infamous Tahoe conversion party, where 14 chasers got into the poz brotherhood in a single weekend. But Clay’s best efforts at converting me and Mikey had still not resulted in the desired outcome…Time after time, our home tests came up with just 1 line – negative…we had both been off PrEP for about a year, so why the conversion wasn’t happening was a mystery to us as we had been steadily taking loads from Clay, exclusively so he could claim us as his first converts and get on the road to the X tatted on his body, signifying 10 successful pozzings. Clay took his meds for awhile, but missed out on all the pozzing fun his buddies got to have, so he’s been med free for over a year now. Despite that, Clay had been frustrated by his apparent inability to poz us, and resolved to go to Berlin to the infamous Nachladen party to pick up a few more strains, or maybe the elusive HIV1/HIV2 combo, or even the rarer, legendary Cuban strain. A few months back, he took his first trip to Berlin, and since then, he’s been going every month for their famous bacchanal of HIV…guys celebrating the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS surrounded by their own kind…You can poz all the chasers you want outside Nachladen, but you can’t bring them in to the party. One day, he emailed over the secret link to the party and Mikey and I devoured the page: NACHLADEN: The ONLY POZ-TOXIC party in Berlin. You must be certified not just HIV POZ, but also TOXIC : WE CHECK YOUR VIRAL LOAD. We require .pdf or paper copies of your recent lab results, to even be eligible to attend. Once certified as toxic, you will be added to our distribution list and our event coordinator Carsten will be reaching out to each of you personally for more details. If you’re non-positive, you are not allowed to attend. This party is only for proven, high-viral TOXIC men to recharge each other, without the pressure of trying to poz up chasers. You can reach out to our members individually to poz up, but until then you can’t attend NACHLADEN. The website went on to offer member info for those who were available to pozzing up chasers. A small thumbnail pic and a unique Member ID linked to an anonymized email address for each toxic breeder. It also suggested neg guys looking for upgrades to POZ check out the “BREED” party at Noxon Club in Las Palmas or reach out to one of “The Ten,” tox guys who tattoo an X for every 10 neg holes they poz up. There, a link took the user to The Ten’s subscription newsletter, run by Clay’s Uncle Randy, a veteran pozzer with over 150 men proudly converted to HIV by him, as evidenced by the 15 dark Xs branded across his mid-section. How many more no-questions-asked guys he pozzed in bathhouses and sex parties will never truly be known. He retired from the pozzing game, started meds and settled down with his husband Tom, but he kept the dream alive for guys through his page. “But we’ve been through “The Ten” already,” Mikey protested, as I silently nodded in agreement, and since we’re already going to Berlin, I want to the chance to poz up for real at the mecca for toxic HIV/AIDS fuckers!” Mikey loves challenges, and he was determined to get into Nachladen come hell or highwater, wanting the chance to upgrade courtesy of some prime HIV high-viral toxic dudes. “The party in Las Palmas has too many chasers and not enough truly tox guys. I hear Nachladen has guys in all stages of HIV infection. That’s what I want!” “It’s very German,” Mikey said to me one evening, scanning the webpage and holding my neg cock with his other hand, while my hand reached down his shorts and started playing with his sweet neg hole. Viewing this webpage for the infamous Nachladen party got us both hard and ready to fuck. “We just need an ‘in,’” he said, casually stripping off his 5” inseam shorts and freeing his thick 8-inch cock from them. “Someone who works there, or one of their suppliers, maybe,” he added, lubing up his fat neg cock and bending me over, mounting me and thrusting it into my hole in one motion. I took Mikey’s fuck like the joyous experience it always is. Mikey and I are total best friends united in the goal of going poz, and then hopefully getting X’d up good for every 10 successful gifted infections, and, yeah, we love each other as well and expect to spend our lives together as POZ partners, fulfilling our destiny to charge up as many as we could along the way. As he’s fucking me, his fat cock slamming into me, he has an idea (he does his best thinking with his cock in a hole, or vice-versa.) “Their main sponsor is Energie Lube,” he says breathlessly as his balls tighten and begin spraying my insides with his cum. Shuddering a few times as he deposits the last few drops in me, he says “Let’s find out some info on them.” We quickly switch positions…Mikey’s hard cock and breeding of my hole has got me ready to blow as well. With only some spit on my cock, I flip him around and send it straight up his 21-year old neg hole and only after a few deep strokes, I send my load into him, slamming my cock deeper to get out the last drops of seed. “If only these were poz loads,” I bemoan, but my partner Mikey is already plotting his moves to crash the Nachladen party. A couple days later, he meets me in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – the one where Uncle Randy pozzed all the baristas one summer. “I’ve got it,” Chris,’ he announces, sitting down with is cold brew. Energie Lube is a German company and I reached out to their visual marketing editor…I found him on BZ and I’ve already made plans to hook up with him once we get to Berlin. He’s a hot AIDS fucker named Wolfgang. Once I get to take his fuck, I’ll turn on the old charm and he’ll be the key to us getting into the Recharge Party. And, at least according to his BZ profile, he’s majorly toxic right now. “How are you going to get him to help us,?” I asked. Mikey, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. His fat pierced cock flopped out of the leg of his gymshorts, making no effort to hide it from view. Not that anyone cared – this was West Hollywood, after all. He just laughed and pointed to his expanding cock. “And if that doesn’t do it, he can always drop a load of HIV in my neg hole. Then, I’ll ask him to get us in.” “You and your schemes,” I said, reaching over to give him a deep kiss. “That monster in your shorts is getting me horned up. Let’s go home and fuck” --2 WEEKS LATER— We arrive at Wolfgang’s apartment on the perimeter of the old Friedrichshain neighborhood of what used to be East Berlin. Mikey is in his shortest shorts and a barely there tank top, while I’m in some leather gear I picked up at the leather shop in L.A. run by Randy’s fuckbud Ron (another of Randy’s many poz progeny). Wolfgang buzzes us up and soon we’re on the 4th floor and he opens the door. I immediately peg him as a veteran of many years poz status…his lean body showing some appararent wasting signs but still musculature ripples along his torso which is bedecked with poz tats. A fat, pierced uncut cock surrounded by a thick metal cock ring and 2 or 3 metal ball weights completes the look. Wolfgang apparently doesn’t speak a whole lot of English and as we are wordlessly led to the bedroom, he motions for us to strip out of our clothes. In his bedroom, well, there was no bed, just a black rubber-clad mattress on the floor and a couple of slings along the wall, he held up a toothbrush and motioned for us each to get into a sling. By this point, no words still had been spoken, in any language. Wolfgang stroked his long toxic weapon and played with his nipple rings while Mikey and I each scampered into the slings. “Which one first?” he finally uttered, in heavily-accented English, and before we had a chance to answer he approached Mikey and stuck the brush up Mikey’s waiting neg hole. Mikey and I have both been brushed like this before many times by Clay and other hot poz guys hoping their deathseed blooms inside us, so my bestie Mikey took the brush in stride, writhing with pleasure as it scraped his asswalls and prepared itself for a toxic flooding from Wolfgang’s hard cock. He has Energie-lubed his German sausage up and without a further word, drives it deep up my boyfriend’s pussy. Mikey throws his head back in pleasure with maybe a little pain as well but he soon acclimates to the fuck and Wolfgang is now pounding his AIDS-pole deep into Mikey’s guts. It was then I noticed the toothbrush hadn’t been removed…Wolfgang was fucking and brushing Mikey’s mancunt at the same time. Mikey was reeling in pleasure at this anal invasion of cock and brush, and Wolfgang reared back and uttered a long string of words in guttural German, and exploded into Mikey’s cunt with what looked like 8 or 9 pulsations of infected seed. Finally pulling his dripping hog out of Mikey’s blown-out and brushed manhole, Wolfgang confidently strode over to me in my sling and without a word or a touch of his hand on my helicoptering cock, he plunged his unmedicated dick deep into my guts. In his hand was the toothbrush, the same one used on Mikey and that went up my cunt as well, Wolfgang doing his best to bring us both into the POZ brotherhood right then and there. Despite breeding my bud Mikey 5 minutes ago, his cock showed no signs of abating and now he’s slamming it into me, the sling swinging back on every downthrust in my brushed pussy. The wasted German man could at last hold out no more, and with another string of utterances and a low grunt, he pulsed 9 shots of his AIDS-cum into my hole. My cock, swirling back and forth and around and around, explodes with 7 shots of my neg cum shooting straight up into the air…Wolfgang getting splashed on his cheek with most of it – his tongue curling out of his mouth to collect the salty prize. Exhausted, Mikey and I both lay there for a few minutes before Wolfgang helps us down and we move over to the mattress on the floor. His demeaner has changed now and at last he speaks, in accented English. “You boys like that? Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again” So 15 minutes later, we repeat the process, with Wolfgang loading each of us up again with more deadly HIV, and we are well and truly wiped out by now. He brings us some water and we get to talking. He actually speaks English better than we thought at first. He founded the Energie Lube company there in Berlin a few years ago and supplies most of the German sex clubs, including the infamous Berghain and of course, the recharge fest for toxic dudes that is Nachladen. Energie-Lube has a proprietary formula, he claims, that helps cocks stay hard longer and rebound quicker. The subject turns to Nachladen: “I’ve been poz for over 10 years,” and even though we love infecting chasers like you two boys, the party just lets us hang with out brothers without the pressure or competition to impregnate.” “How toxic are you?” I ask, thinking of the two massive loads of his poison seed up my butt at the moment. “Oh, very toxic. I don’t know how you measure it, but yeah, I’m totally able to poz you guys up…maybe this was the day!” After a long conversation and then he even poured us some wine and fixed us some food, we excused ourselves to shower off. Mikey, looking for some shampoo, but also being a nosy little twink, opens Wolfgang’s bathroom cabinet and recoils at what he sees, grabbing a pill bottle to show me. “It’s fucking PrEP!” he exclaims, showing me the bottle, written in English from a pharmacy, not in Germany, but in…Connecticut. The label clearly states “pre-exposure prophylaxis regimen.” “And Wolfgang isn’t Wolfgang…he’s William and he’s from fucking Connecticut!,” Mikey tells me, shaking the pill bottle at me “Do you know what this means?” “He lied about being toxic…Hell, he’s not even POZ!” we both shout. “This is fantastic” Mikey says, to my bewilderment. “Just the knowledge we need to get into that club.” --END OF PART 1--

Im officially addicted to showing off my slutty virgin hole

DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FALL FOR A MARRIED MAN Married Mike and I carried on playing for a few months and stayed in touch for years. He was a very sexy guy, and I think we developed a bit of an unhealthy attraction for each other, considering his domestic situation. I know this was true for me. He talked once about meeting up on a Saturday afternoon just to go to a movie together – in essence, a date -- but it never happened. I think Mike was fantasizing about a life different than the straight path he had taken. Even though I knew that my fuck-buddy was only a fuck-buddy and would never be more, I couldn’t deny that I had an emotional and sexual attachment to him. Plus, his sexual appetite aligned with mine and his abilities were to die for. We had a standing Friday lunch time fuck-date for a while, and it was my turn to rent the room. I never let him know about my status and he never asked, and we always fucked with a condom. Over the course of a few months, I fucked him a couple of times and we flipped a few times. But as time went on, he topped me most of the time, and I was happy to be the bottom in our trysts. I think that once he experienced getting fucked a few times, he was more comfortable doing the fucking, just like at home. His itch for getting fucked had been scratched. By nature, I was always verbal during sex and made a lot of noise and often talked filthy without even being aware of it. Mike also seemed to grunt and groan a lot but was usually not verbal until after he shot his load. We both sweat like pigs when we fucked. I still do. It was a beautiful October day, with a brilliant blue sky as I exited the expressway to the suburb where our meeting place was and I rented a room. As I anticipated our get-together, my cock got hard, and I felt my pits sweating. My mouth went dry, and I needed a gulp of water. I was hungry for Mike. I had it bad and I knew it. Mike was especially horny and aggressive that day. He was taller, heavier and more muscular than me and he could easily overpower me if he wanted. He pinned me on my back and laid on top of my kissing me, licking me all over, my nips and my pits. My legs were wrapped around his muscular core, and my ankles crossed over his ass. Both our cocks were leaking precum. He reached over to his bag and grabbed a condom and some lube and then he pushed my legs back to my chest. He licked the precum off my cock and continued down to my ass. His tongue darted around my rosebud and licked around the rim as I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my cheeks to him. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I responded by trying to open my hole up even more to him. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy,” I encouraged him, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind all week.” “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms and to kiss you,” Mike replied. “I’ve been dreaming of what we're going to do.” Mike pushed and stretched my legs out straight upward. My thick runners’ legs were against his hairy chest, and I felt his big knob of a cock head covered with his precum seeking out its target. My hole was slippery and spit-covered hole as he pushed into me, filling me. My ass felt so sensitive to the feeling of his cock entering my hole. It must have been the rough rimming he’d given me. Mike’s cock was in me all the way and we were kissing roughly, like two animals trying to consume each other. His cock was so thick that even now, it took me a few minutes to loosen up before he could start pounding away at me. Mike maneuvered me from being on my back to lying face down without withdrawing his large cock from me. As he fucked me, I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Finally, he laid down on top of me with his full weight and bear hugged me, then flipped us both so he was on his back, and I was laying on top of him. I grinded my hips as I felt his rod reacting inside my hole. His hairy torso was pasted against my back with sweat. He reached around with his left hand to my nipple, and with his right hand, he started jacking my stiff cock as I squirmed with his cock still planted deeply, fucking myself on him. I reached down and behind to his ass cheeks to try to pull him in deeper, but he was buried all the way in me. With the combination of all of this, he hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to crush me as I felt his cock spasming inside me. I thought I was imagining the feeling of a hot shot splashing inside me. Mike stayed hard as usual after he came. He kept me on my back flat on top of his chest as he jacked my cock in his big fist and I came with such force that I painted my face and chest with my load, and I involuntarily pushed out his hard cock. It slapped against his abs with the remnants of his load drooling from his urethra onto his hairy abs. Cum was dripping my ass and mixing with the sweat and cum already on him. Mike and I were both drenched in sweat and cum. I felt his load oozing out of my hole. Mike had decided to forego the condom and for the first time had cum inside of me raw. I stuck a finger in my hole and knew for certain that he creampied me as I withdrew my finger and licked it. “I bred your ass, Dave. I hope you aren’t mad at me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You drenched me. You're going to have to pay for an abortion," I said and then I kissed him. That door was wide open now and I was conflicted about it. Once again, the hotel room stank of sweat and cum. We wanted to spend the afternoon fucking but we both had to get back to our work places. I got up and extended my hand to pull him up. We went to the bathroom and both got in the shower. We washed each other and kissed as we did so. Mike turned me around so I was facing away from him as he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. Then I felt his hard cock once again against my ass. I guided his unwrapped dick to my hole, and he entered me raw for the second time. I didn’t know if I was putting him at risk or not. After slowly fucking me against the shower wall, he once again groaned as he pulled me tight and released another large load inside of me. On the drive back to the office, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment to discuss starting meds.

In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

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."

A few nights ago I decided to get a massage with a happy ending. It was a very, very, happy ending too. After a brief massage, he started working on my hole with his fingers to get my hole ready. This guy had a thick 7.5 cut cock that he really knew how to use. He fucked my for about 15 minutes before I asked for a break. This was a longer than usual fuck for me. He re-lubed my hole went back to banging me nice and hard. I had a hands free orgasm - something that usually happens when I'm fucked by a bigger cock. After about a grand total of 25 minutes in my hole he dumped a load in me that was leaking out of me until I got back to my hotel. It was so nice to get fucked for a long time. The hands free cum was nice too. However, it's getting fucked is what I'm still thinking about everyday for the last four days.

So this one I wanna share because it was a thing I really wanted to do for some time now, but lacked funds and/or bravery to do the couple occasions in the past. But I finally did it! I went to the Horse Trading Event as a mere. For those of you who don't know what that is, I attach the rules, but in short: mares have to be all naked and wear a bag on their head - white bag (condoms only), or red bag (bareback - which I picked of course) - you can't really see anything through the bag - then you are taken to one of the club's rooms and placed with other mares ready to get fucked - then stallions enter and can fuck, touch and do whatever with the mares. At first it was a little stresfull (even though I was under influence) - the first few dicks I took and sucked - I wasn't that much focused on the sex unfortunately, my heart was pounding and I felt that this is could be really good but I need a short break - I called the 'stable master', so he came, tied my hands and took me back to the upper floor to take my break. When I got back it was way better - they assigned me a different place to be bent over and I was less stressed this time, so I could finally enjoy those men using my fucking hole. I think the best thing in it is that they are anonymous of course - so you don't know who is fucking you, but the other thing is - you don't know how many men fucked you. That is because - sometimes there were multiple of them behind me, waiting for their turn, changing etc. And sometimes tops you know, pull it out to put it in again or to look at the sloppy gaping hole and show it to others - and then you feel the dick again, sometimes I was sure it was the same one - but sometimes not so sure and sometimes certain it's someone else 🤤. They also touched me freely and some of them loved to hold and touch my dick which hung and wiggled flaccid below - which I totally love - someone barebacking my hole and some other top or tops observing and playing with my body and dick freely - awesome. Sometimes I did even get hard ons because it felt so good. Some of them also pulled me up to kiss - this wasn't that comfortable for me but I let them of course. I had no problem with sucking cocks that's sure haha, or almost - it wasn't easy, especially when they choked me on their cock and held my head with it all in my throat while someone else was riding my hole - yeah, really, this was draining but I did not say a word, just tried to catch my breath so that they get what they want. The other thing that I loved about this experience was that I finally felt like a public hole for real - like for real, not having to search grindr for someone in need and wait for next one to come - but I was there, with this bag on my head, all naked and not allowed to reject any top - hearing their comments about me, my body, my ass or my loose hole was soooo mmmmpmmmhmhm, I felt like a total whore, no I was. a total whore. I took some loads (not too many you know - I'm not even sure the exact count but it was definitely one digit), but definitely plenty of men fucked me that night, and most of them bareback - I know this because after the event we separated so that the stallions could leave the place - and after some time - the mares too. But we could also stay for the regular party in the club if we liked - I've stayed for some time and one of the men approached me there and admitted that he was on the party and fucked me - he was concerned about stis haha, he did fuck me but in condom, but the most important thing is - he said his concerns are valid because EVERYONE there fucked me. I might've been, let's say, an attractive mare for them - but let's not brag uhh. Also this man just wanted more - I just asked him if he wants more and he confirmed - but I just sucked him off and took his load in my mouth - that's what he wanted. One other cool moment I remembered was when the event was ending and the stable masters tied us in a row - to take us out to the upper floor and to the dressing room to end the event, I was first in this train, they were leading me and the rest by the rope, we were naked all with bags still on our heads, and up there the club was open already for a little so there were already clients gathered - when they saw us I immediately heared something like 'Aaahhhh, this one's nice' in my direction (someone was pointing at me and showing to someone else - I saw the sillhouettes through the bag, there were lights fully on up there so I could). This felt so nice haha. I'm so glad I went and did this. This was my little dream to be treated like that - take anon cocks, be public and not refusing any loads or anyone. It was hella fun. Horse Trading Event Terms and conditions: Terms and Conditions 1. Upon entry, decide whether you are a stallion (active) or a mare (passive). 2. During the event, exchanging from mare to stallion or vice versa will not be possible. 3. Mares should go to the locker room, undress completely, and leave belongings in a locker. Allowed attire includes shoes, socks, cock ring, harness. 4. Mares can only enter the locker room independently. After undressing, a stablehand will take care of them. 5. Mares can choose between two colors – red and white. Red indicates preference for unprotected sex, while white strictly implies the use of protection (condom). A bag placed over the mare’s head by the stablehand must be in the chosen color (mare is responsible for correct bag selection; changing it during the event is not allowed). The mare is also responsible for verifying whether the stallion uses protection. If this rule is violated, report the situation to the stablehand. The stallion must leave the event and bear all consequences. 6. Mares cannot remove the bag during the event, except when using the restroom. 7. Playing between stallions is also prohibited. 8. Mares will be attended to by a stablehand, who will guide them to their designated spot where they will await their stallion. Mares cannot move on their own. To call a stablehand, raise your hand and shout „Stablehand” (it doesn’t have to be loud). 9. A stallion who selects a mare can also attend to her. They can take her to a different place of their choice or to a rest area for a drink, smoke, or conversation. The stallion must care for the mare. If she requests a break, please respect it. If she needs to use the restroom, guide her or inform the stablehand. Removing the mare’s bag in the rest area is not allowed, under the risk of being asked to leave the event. 10. Stallions are free to move around the venue – have drinks, evaluate mares, discuss their attributes, qualities, and exchange information about them. 11. Once a stallion selects a mare, she cannot reject him or refuse. Except in situations where the stallion doesn’t use color-coded mare bagging. Mating can occur where the mare is situated or in any location chosen by the stallion. After copulation, the stallion escorts the mare back to her spot or to the restroom. 12. Mares will only be asked to remove the bags once the last stallion leaves the event. If a mare wishes to leave, she must inform the stablehand. They will accompany her to the locker room, where she can change and exit the premises. 13. Any violations of the rules will result in exclusion from the event. Stablehands will maintain order. Using phones (recording/taking pictures) throughout the event is prohibited. 14. We are not liable for physical, mental, spiritual, or other damages – including health. In case safe sex practices are violated, we reserve the right to pursue legal charges. 15. By entering the venue, you accept these terms and conditions.

took two raw dicks in the park in broad day, a few hours ago. one breeded my shit, the other fucked me deep. was walking around seeded, til i got home and pushed the nutt out.

Dan pushed open the door to Jason’s apartment, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped inside. It had been weeks since their last encounter, weeks filled with conflicting thoughts and unspoken desires. The air was thick with anticipation as Dan’s eyes met Jason’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Dan began to strip, his movements deliberate and provocative. His shirt hit the floor first, followed by his jeans, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. Jason watched, his gaze intense, as Dan approached him, the distance between them closing with every step. “Miss me?” Dan asked, his voice laced with challenge, as he reached out to pull Jason close. Jason’s response was immediate and rough, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pressed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and submission. Jason’s hands moved down, yanking Dan’s boxers off with a swift motion, exposing him fully. Dan gasped into the kiss, his breath already coming in short, ragged bursts. “Missed your ass,” Jason growled, his voice thick with desire, as he stepped back just enough to free himself from his own clothes. His cock stood proud and hard, the biohazard tattoo above it a stark reminder of the risks they both embraced. Without hesitation, Jason pushed Dan back against the wall, lining up their bodies, his erection pressing against Dan’s thigh. “Ready for this?” Jason asked, his tone commanding, as he reached for the lube on the nearby table. “Fuck me,” Dan whispered, his eyes dark with need, as he spread his legs, offering himself up. Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them against Dan’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Dan moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Jason prepped him, his fingers moving in and out with a steady rhythm. “You’re tight - haven't been getting fucked enough,” Jason muttered, his breath hot against Dan’s ear, as he added a second finger, stretching him further. “Just fuck me already,” Dan pleaded, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more. Jason smirked, withdrawing his fingers, and positioned himself at Dan’s entrance, his cock pressing against the wet, willing opening. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside, filling Dan completely. Dan cried out, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the invasion. “Fuck, you feel good,” Jason groaned, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and lust heavy in the air. Dan’s moans were raw and unfiltered, his body moving in sync with Jason’s, their connection primal and intense. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his voice breathless, as he wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist, urging him to go deeper. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly as he pounded into him with abandon. As the pace quickened, Dan’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Jason… fuck…” he panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to form words. Jason’s eyes locked onto his, his expression fierce and dominant. “Cum for me, Dan,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel your hole milk my cock.” The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Dan, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling between them, coating Jason’s stomach. Jason didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he rode out Dan’s orgasm, his own release building to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Dan… you’re so fucking hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained as he emptied himself deep inside, his cum filling Dan’s hole in a hot, wet rush. For a moment, they stood there, breathless and connected, Jason still buried inside Dan, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Jason pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving Dan’s hole gaping and satisfied. Dan slid to the bed, his legs shaky, as Jason leaned against the wall, catching his breath. “Do you... can I ask... how… how did you convert?” Dan asked, his voice soft, the question hanging between them like a challenge. Jason smirked, his expression both playful and dangerous. “Before I was in recovery,” he replied, his tone casual. “Probably from sharing needles. Why?” Dan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Do you… regret it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jason’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “Fuck no,” he growled. “It has let me be the fully authentic slut I am.” Dan’s breath hitched, his mind racing as Jason stepped closer, his presence commanding. “Admit it, Dan,” Jason pressed, his voice low and persuasive. “You find getting fucked raw by a poz top extra hot.” Dan’s cheeks flushed, his body betraying him as his cock twitched at the words. “Maybe,” he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment. Jason smirked, his fingers digging into Dan’s hips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “A gay slut doesn’t reach perfection until he’s poz,” he whispered, his tone seductive. “Your boy pussy’s very fine, but to become the ultimate cum milker it would need to be a poz boy pussy.” Dan’s eyes widened, his mind reeling at the suggestion. “This is fucking with my brain,” he stammered, his voice shaking. But Jason ignored him, his fingers sliding down to Dan’s hole, pressing inside as he smeared his cum back inside from across Dan’s skin. “Feel that?” Jason murmured, his voice dark with desire. “My seed marking you as mine.” Jason, fully hard again, pulled Dan's feet over his shoulders. Dan shuddered, his body responding despite his confusion, as Jason slammed into him once more, his thrusts hard and urgent. “Fuck, Jason…” Dan moaned, his voice breaking as he came again, untouched, his cum spilling onto the floor. Jason followed, his release explosive, his cum mixing with Dan’s as he filled him once more. Later, as Jason sat on the couch, his mind still reeling, he found himself recounting the encounter to Jimmy. “He's progressing nicely,” Jimmy remarked, a grin spreading across his face as he listened to Jason's retelling. “Or losing his mind,” Jason replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. Jimmy’s grin only widened, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe a bit of both,” he said, his tone knowing.

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.

I've been reading posts - on and off - on this thread for a while now: what I can't quite understand is why guys like us would care one way or the other, whether the guy is "straight", "married", or anything else besides needing sex with other men. At the fuckjoints, I've never heard any guy say something like "I'm straight & married", or anything else even remotely similar. Usually, guys say nothing more than "gimme that cock" or similar - if anything at all. A guy can call himself "straight", "married", "the man in the moon", or any other qualifier - and it doesn't change anything. Talk is nothing more than that. He's there to either suck cock, get sucked, fuck or get fucked, and that's the only thing that matters. I don't give a hoot whether he calls himself "straight" or any other thing. He's bent over taking loads, and that's what care about.

Tight hole looking to change that, 50+ Daddies to the front!

I met a man online who said he gave back rubs at his place, out in the burbs. It didn't really seem like it would end the way it did. He was older than me (which I like) and in great shape. He had me strip and get on the table, face down. He started what seemed to be a legit massage. He used oil, if felt great. While he was massaging my hand, he moved it to the end of the table, and brushed against me. I felt his naked body. I hadn't realized that he has stripped naked. Still, not sure how to respond, I let him go. He massaged my lower back, then my thighs, and then spent a lot of time on my ass crack, I finally understood this was next level. He climbed on the table, straddled my legs, and started long strokes up and down my back, his hands finishing on my ass. As he leaned forward, his cock slid back and forth through my crack. I made sure he knew I liked it. I spread my legs as much as I could. He worked oil into my hole, then slid back and starting eating me. He felt great. After a bit, he moved me to my back. He again, straddled me, gave a great chest and leg massage, stroked my cock with oil. I thought, well, that was just a huge tease, but I loved it. He then pulled me to the edge of the table, put my legs over his shoulders, and then slid his cock into my wet and oiled hole. He felt great. It was a slow, nice fuck, like the massage. He then started stroking me harder as I could tell he was getting close. As he was filling my hole, I shot my load into his fist. It felt like the perfect ending to a really great massage. I've gone back a couple times. But nothing like that first time when it was a total surprise.

When we first began, none of us truly understood sex beyond what we gleaned from porn videos, and we were far from skilled. Our development with age-appropriate peers allowed for a gradual and steady growth, promising more with each experience if we persevered. These desires fueled my imagination and encouraged my explorations. However, significant age differences can create a profound imbalance. When one party, particularly someone under 18, hasn't had the opportunity to develop themselves, and the other has 30+ years of experience, it's challenging to see that dynamic as anything other than exploitation of the inexperienced. Once a young person, as in our case, reaches the age of maturity (18), they are better equipped to understand the consequences of their decisions. While we all develop at different rates, by 18, most have experienced enough of life to form a general understanding and are expected to take responsibility for their choices. Before this age, individuals are rightly viewed as children, as they lack the life experience to fully grasp the repercussions of their actions.

Verbal poz breeding: [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/poz-hiv-give-it-to-him/

There just aint nothing better Than a Girthy big dick making its way into your fuckhole, No discussions on status, and the top insisting you take it all and you will enjoy every raw Inch

And they need more tops lol

I want to start a kik group with anyone who thinks it would be fun to do a loooooooonnnnnng detailed RP where we play this scene out. Try to find a bunch of talented verbal perverts and see how much we can fuck me up in this situation. I want to be absolutely demolished. A cumsloppy disgusting mess. GOD!

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

This is a true story. Since I work from home, when I get horney I can easily make something happen between Sniffies / Grindr / Squirt. This particular day I found a hung, dom top I hadn't chatted with before. I messaged him and he replied a few minutes later. Even though he was in his mid 60's, his thick, hard 8.5" cock. That was all I needed to see. After a few messages he wanted to know if I was into anon/blindfolds. His top kink was walking in and breeding. No names, no faces, no talking. At that time I'd never done it before, but the idea made my dick stand straight up. Long story short, I gave him my home address, set out lube, got cleaned and spread out on the bed naked with a thick towel wrapped all the way around my eyes. I heard the front door open and close followed by steps down the hall to me. The thrill I felt was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Who was he? Was it even him? Was he alone? The dangerous unknowns made my dick even harder. He walked next to my face and I heard him unzip his pants. He said only 1 word: "suck" The head of his dick was already moist with precum as he pushed it past my lips. I took all of him in one slurp. In seconds I felt his dick start growing. He was massive. I kept sucking, bobbing my head up and down his expanding shaft as more and more precum oozed from the now thick tip. His hands pushed down on the back of my head and I felt the full length of his cock slide deep into my throat. He held me there for so long my gag reflex started to kick in. When his hands vanished, my head pulled back automatically. I gasped for air with thick streams of precum and spit fell from my mouth, slapping my bare chest. He grunted as I heard him take the bottle of lube next to the bed and start stroking it over his now spit-covered cock. In seconds he was on the bed and behind me. I felt his hands spread my ass wide while sliding his shaft back and forth over my desperate hole. He grabbed his cock and pressed his head against my opening, slowly applying pressure until it slid effortlessly inside. Inch by inch he entered me. The pleasure was unreal. The fear made it 100x hotter. I was getting fucked raw by a man I had not seen other than some pics online. The thought of it was so [banned word] I had no idea what to do with myself. Soon enough I felt his entire body press against me. The full length of his gorgeously hard cock was now deep in my guts. His arms circled around mine as his hands came up to press my head into the pillow. He started grinding me, not in and out, but in a circle, while keeping his full length pressed as deep as he could go. I moaned as he pushed forward with a sudden thrust. It was like I had given him permission to destroy me. Still crushing me with his full weight, still pushing my head into my pillow, he began thrusting in and out of my quivering hole. I'd never been fucked that deeply before, and the fact this was raw made me moan in pleasure. In less than 30 seconds I felt him push as deep as he could and let out a guttural groan. My hole was stretched so tightly I could feel every pulse as he shot his anonymous seed deeper into my guts than anyone before. I'd never been so turned on in my life, and thinking it was over, began flexing down there, helping pull the rest of his load into my body. He lay on top of me for only a few seconds before breathing into my ear "I'm not done". I lost track of time as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. Over and over he shot load after load, until he was using his own cum as lube. The only sounds I could hear were his deep, animal breathing in my ear and the wet slurp of his massive cock making an absolute cum drenched mess of my now destroyed hole. Finally, after load 6, he pushed up and out. I could feel my ass gaping. I already missed his girth. But then he stood over me again, grabbed my hair and twisted my head towards him. "Clean me, slut" he commanded. I hungrily began working his shaft with my tongue and lips. I could taste myself on him and the flavor of so many loads made me push my own cock harder against the bed. One last time he gave a grunt and I felt another splash of hot sperm explode across my face. It was too much. I kept grinding my cock against my bed and shot my own load into my bedsheets. "Good boy" he said, and I felt him reach down and scoop up my sperm into his fingers. He wiped my load onto the head of his dick and pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed it without hesitation. And without another word I heard him pull his pants back up, zip his monster back inside and quietly vanish back the way he came. I laid there for almost an hour, sliding one finger and then another into my cum soaked, gaped hole. He got me hooked on that and now, over the past year, I've let 4 other totally anon breed me blindfolded. The only question I ask is how big their cock is.

best lube there is!

Not a great weekend last weekend, so sorry for the wait. Yesterday more than made up for it, so I'm thinking it was worth it. And I am on vacation this week, so hopefully there'll be some hot guys looking to get pozzed and YOU WILL here about it! So, I spent my day off doing some errands. One of the things I needed to do was get a new bottle of poppers--which meant a trip up to the video store. The only store that sells poppers these days is about a 1/2 hour drive, so I try to make sure it's worth my while and usually see what's going on in the video booths. Sometimes it's hopping, like it was today, and sometimes you're lucky if you find one guy. As soon as I got in the parking lot I knew it was gonna be hit-and-miss. There were so many cars in the lot. Too many people and it's hard to cruise because all the booths are gonna be taken up. But boy did I luck out. I opened the door on the end to find this hot Dad type guy sitting with his pants around his ankles and his dick pointing at the ceiling. Silver hair, little mustache, fit, with a furry chest, bright eyes and one hell of a smile when he gave me a nod and asked me to join him. What a mouth on this one. NATURAL. BORN. COCKSUCKER. Loved taking my cock to the base and working his throat muscles. I usually have a hard time coming just from a blow job without any extra stimulation, but Dad was just enjoying it so damn much. And he wanted it. And he GOT it. I haven't blasted a load like that in ages. I'm surprised I did not drown the sexy man! But he took it all and then sucked my shaft until he got every drop from my nuts. Great times. So after that I drove out to my favorite spot. It was a gorgeous day, it deserved to be enjoyed with some outdoor sex! It seemed really slow, so when I went in the woods and this older grungy-looking guy followed me, I went with it. Dude was older and pock-marked; white, stringy hair to his shoulders and smelled like booze and cigarettes. Every once in a while you just need some hot, dirty grunge sex. He pulls down his pants and he has this beautiful, pin-straight cock. I go down on him and his pubes smell like stale piss. FUCK yeah! Was going down own him and slapping drool on my hole to lube it. When I get up I ask if he fucks and he says, no. Only with his partner. But he starts rubbing my hole and sticking his tongue down my throat and I blast load #2 of the day. I am so ready to go home. There's a couple of cars hanging around, but they were there before, so I don't think much of it. I have a cigarette and do a drive through for the heck of it. I park and take a little walk over. Two guys come out of the woods as I'm walking in, so I stop just inside and take a heavy piss. Too bad someone wasn't around to take it. (Outdoor piss scenes = HOT!) So I'm pissing and this tall, slim Puerto Rican comes around the corner checking me out. God, the guy had to be at least 6'5". He had painter duds on and I could practically see the drool coming from his mouth. We go far deep back in the woods. Now, I don't know how to describe this guy better. He seemed close to a foot taller then me, so probably 6'5", about 180, sweet mocha skin, a beautiful set of lips and close-cropped hair. He starts playing with my dick and licking his lips and I ask him if he wants a taste. He asks me if he can and when I nod he gets on his knees. Another great cock sucker and between his mouth work and submissiveness, I'm getting rock hard again. I reach down to pull on a nip and I can feel him groaning around my dick, sending little jolts of electricity to my balls. I pull my shorts all the way off and yoke my shirt behind my head and start feeding him my balls. The boy's writhing on the floor of the woods while I alternate my shaft and my balls in his mouth. I pull out and wipe my slippery shaft all over his face and then spit in his open mouth. I bend down to his ear and whisper, "You need to get fucked, don't you, boy?" and he whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers. I pull off his shirt, ring his pants around his ankles and push him over. He's there on his hands-and-knees, his legs locked by his jeans, and his boy hole winking at me. Who could resist sticking his tongue in a sweet boy ass like that? It's so perky and naturally hairless other then right around his hole. I get my tongue in his crack and just lick the outside of his hole, then press my thumb against it. I lick more to get it wetter and start pushing my tongue at his hole. I want entrance. I wanna taste the inside of him. And I do. His boy hole just opens around my tongue and I start fucking him with it. Spitting in it. Tonguing it. Fingering it. Now I'm dripping. Who knows if I can cum again? All I know is I'm rock hard and need to stick it in his fresh boy cunt. It's winking at me again and his hips are gyrating. I put my head at his hole and rub. I push in a little and he doesn't ask for a condom. I slide more in and he pushes back until I'm in to my balls. I just leave it in there; feeling the warmth of his juicy hole throbbing around my shaft. And then I start to fuck. He wants it. He just keeps begging, "Please...please...please...," and beating and clawing at the pine needles on the ground. I give him all I have and can start to feel my balls tingling again. Am I going to get to charge this little boy ass up, I ask myself. I offer him a hit from my new popper bottle (thank god I made that stop) and he takes a deep one and passes them back to me. I take a nice, long hit of my own. I'm pumping now. Pulling all the way out and then grinding to the bottom. He keeps begging me to screw him. And then it happens...I'm nutting in his hot little boy ass. Giving him my poz load. Breeding him deep as I can pump it. I leave it in for quite a while. This load may not be that big, but I'm going to make sure he gets every drop. I start to get a little soft and carefully pull myself out so my load doesn't come pouring out of his ass. There's one little drop of my cum just sitting right at his hole, so I go in with my tongue to clean it off and then my fingers take over and I start pushing it in. He reaches back and slaps more cum on his hole. He came while I was pounding him and I didn't even know it! He sticks two of his cum-soaked fingers up his cunt and starts playing with himself. I go back in and start licking his hole and his fingers. I help him up and we start making out. He asks if I came in him and I say, "Yes, boy. I bred your hole." He asks if I'm clean and I tell him yes. He doesn't need to know. I don't know if it's going to take, but it it would be hot to know I planted my bug in a hot little slut like him. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and get the chance to try again. But who am I kidding? All I really wanna do is plow that super sweet hole again. Pozzing his cute butt would just be icing on the cake. I need a cigarette.

Wow.... would love to be able to attend an event like this...as a red bag mare obviously

I too was fucked raw by a massuer who loved my cyclist butt. It started with him rubbing close to my hole and evertime he got close i would lift my arse up and also spread my legs further. He then brushed over my hole and poured some oil into my hole. He massaged his fingers in and then got on top and slowly put his cock in and started to fuck me. This was before prep, and he just continued and then blew his load into my hole. It was damn hot. I went home and fucked the mrs and had the cum leaking out of my arse, which she didn't notice. Love to find another massuer to massage and breed my hole.

REALLY wish I could find a working link to this video.. its soo HOTTTT

(I've wanted to write this for a while. It will be multi-parts There are elements of truth intertwined. I'll let you try and work out which parts) I'd been away at uni for the last 3 months and was back for the Christmas holidays. I've been fucking around since I was in high school, getting guys in toilets, out in the park and even my fucking one of my cousins. I was 21 now, definitely growing into being a cub - I'd always been chubby growing up, but being away from home, definitely found my comfort with carrying some extra weight. I stood about 5' 11", 266 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes with a decent arse and a nice belly I enjoy being grabbed when guys were fucking me. Or when I sometimes decided to fuck them. I was going to be home for a week before heading back. When I got home, I was really tired so went to bed around 10pm. I knew my older brother (25) was going to be home, but everyone else was out for the night, back late the next day. I woke about 2am needing a drink. As I got downstairs, I heard noise coming from the living room. Door was closed but definitely heard like fucking. Assumed my brother had some girl over he was doing so just went to get some water. On the way back, curiosity got the better of me having never seen my brother's cock, and woken up a little horny. My brother (James), was 6' 1", slim, blonde, with a small amount of chest hair, mainly smooth everywhere else. I was happy to use the excuse I wasn't awake properly, sorry etc. So I slowly opened the door to the lounge. It's a pretty a big room, and I know it's easy to put your head round without being seen. I saw my brother, on his back, with his legs in the air, holding them back. He had a nice dick, I could see. He was about 7.5". Instead of some girl stradling him, he was getting fucked. Fucking him was our cousin, Peter. As i said, I've messed around with Peter before, but didn't realise he was fucking anyone else in the family. I know Peters dick really well. He was about 8", decent head to open you up and a nice fat shaft. Peter was in the Army, and tanned all over from being posted overseas. Not a tan line in sight. Now, see Peter fucking my brother James is hot. It's even hotter seeing Peter blowing out from a glass pipe and feeding it to James. They were both high, and I wanted in on the action. As soon as I saw them, my dick got hard. I put the water down, and started to walk over stroking my dick through my shorts. Peter saw me and smirked 'hoped you'd hear us'. I just took the pipe from him and lit it up, taking a long drag. I loved myself some T, having discovered it last year at uni. Held the first toke as long as I could before blowing back to Peter. James had clearly seen me, but was either horny at the thought or too high to care. He was playing with his dick while I was making over with Peter - hard, passionate kissing. I already said, Peter was in the Army. About 6', tanned all over, with a light smattering of hair. He was muscled, but not overly so, probably around 240lbs. He had a number of tattoos, my favourite being on the side of his stomach - a scorpion with a red tip. I've loved this scorpion since he started fucking my a year ago when he pozzed me up. When we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear 'want to help me poz your big brother?'. I smiled. Took another drag on the pipe and this time bent down to James, lent in and blew the clouds into his mouth and kissed him, with him clearly receptive. I turned to Peter and nodded.

Part 2/x My brother James was kissing me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. I passed the pipe back to Peter - I wanted to play with James' cock. Exploring his body, my hand went down his stomach and felt the bas of his dick. He was hard! Got my hand round his shaft and stroked him, wanking his a few times. He moaned in my mouth as we were.kissing. After going up and down a few times, my hand went further down, over his balls towards his arse and I could feel Peter's dick inside him. He was resting, couple of inches of his own dick outside as he torched the pipe. I saw the clouds Peter blew out. I needed to get just as high. I took the pipe off Peter and went and sat on the other chair. Peter told me there was a full baggie on the side, and he wasn't kidding. There were more than enough T to keep the three of us going. And if I get my own way, we're all going to fuck each other before we finish. I got some big crystals from the bag and added them to the pipe while Peter slowly slides his dick in and out of James. Watching them, I light the torch and melt the T, building the smoke up. I take 3 or 4 big sets of clouds and blow them over towards them. I'm feeling great and want to get my dick inside one of them. I'm poz, and can either help breed my brother, or get re-charged from our cousin. I don't care which. Hopefully both. I set the torch down, and take a couple of crystals out of the bag. With a little lube on my finger, I finger Peter's hole. He's not been fucked yet, but he takes my finger in easier. Onces he's lubed a little, I add a crystal one the end and pop it up, as far as I can get it. Peter knows what I'm doing and pulls out of James. This is my first time with my fingers on James' hole and it's warm, hot even. He doesn't need any more stretching so just place a big bit of T on my finger and slide it on his hole. Rubbing it around the inside of his hole. I can hear Peter moaning about the T burning his arse already and just waiting to get the rest of the T in my own arse. Minutes later and I can feel the burn in my own arse. All three of us are on the floor. All kissing each other, hands going over each other's body. Both James and Peter have a hand on my arse, James seems to be a little hesitant putting a finger on my hole. That doesn't stop Peter. He's got 2 fingers up me. There's lots of moaning, kissing and fingering. Peter stops a moment and goes back to his bag (where his pipe is), gets something out of it. He gave me a viagra. 'You may be young, but we're gonna do a shit load of T... take it.' Who am I to say no? James is playing with his dick, moaning as he strokes up and down. The T bump has got him so high, I'm not sure he knows what's going on. I decide I want him to fuck me. So I straddle him. Raise my arse and guide his dick into me. As I'm doing this, I'm kissing his. I slide down. Moving my hand from guiding his dick in my arse to his nipples. I'm squeezing his dick with my arse as his dick gets deeper. Then drop down and he's all the way in me. James is stroking my belly and playing with my dick. We're still kissing. Im hearing him broaning, his kissing becoming more forceful. I can see Peter has something out of his bag. They're toys. One is a couple ended dildo (Peter and I have used that before). He's on the chair, watching ke and James, wanking and putting the dildo in his own arse. For now, the pipe has done its job, and left on the side. I'm sliding up and down on James's cock. James is getting louder, his hands now on my arse cheeks helping me going up and down, pulling my cheeks apart. I can hear James' breathing getting quicker, his dick getting harder. I'm squeezing his dick more, twisting his nipples and he's moaning out. 'I'm gonna cum' he says and I can feel his shooting inside me. His last proper neg load.

I am caged 99% of the time. I cum when I'm allowed. It's glorious when it happens, but I've had less than ten orgasms in the last eight months. On between I have little handsfree orgasms but, for me, they're not the same. Just enough to take the edge off for a couple hours. Recently, my bf has been whoring me. He took the cage off, and a fine big bodied man came over. It wasn't long before he grunted that he was getting close and so I have myself one of the best cums in my life while he was pounding me for all he's worth. I was on my back on the floor, in post cum bliss when the next guy comes in. Fuck. He fucks me, it hurts, I'm not into it and thankfully he lasts about five minutes or so. About half an hour later the next guy comes in and that's when I think I'm on trouble. This guy has a thing for jerking me while fucking me. It's hot and he grinds out a load and only then he actually thinks about making himself cum. It's even worse this time. I didn't find him attractive at all, and he took his time going ass to mouth and taking breaks to eat my ass. There were two guys after him, the last guy makes me cum again with his fat little cock in my ass and lots of lube. Then my bf takes his turn at the end of the night, making sure to feed me all the cum on the floor and coming out of my ass. Just brutal. This was a fantasy of mine when I was a virgin, but it's my BF's thing and I have a serious love hate with it.

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.

Chapter 3: The Preparation The message came on the morning of the seventh day. It was as terse and commanding as he was. Address: 2247 Crestview Drive. 9 PM. Do not eat after 2 PM. Shower before you come. Use the enema in the package. The other 40k is waiting. Another package had arrived that morning. This one contained a specific, professional-grade saline enema kit, a fresh, large bottle of poppers, and a black silk blindfold. Taped to the bottle of poppers was a small, clear baggie filled with shimmering, crystalline shards. Tina. The instructions were degrading, medical, and unbearably arousing. He wasn't just preparing me; he was programming me, building the chemical architecture for my own surrender. I followed his orders to the letter. I left work early, my stomach a knot of nerves and a low thrum of excitement. At 2:01 PM, I took my last sip of water. The afternoon was an agony of anticipation. I paced my small apartment, the baggie of crystal sitting on my coffee table like a malevolent diamond. I picked it up, feeling the sharp edges through the plastic. This was the key he would use to unlock me. At 7 PM, I began the elaborate, humiliating process. I laid a towel on the bathroom floor, my cheeks burning with a shame that only fed the growing heat in my groin. He wasn't here, but I felt his presence in every step, his approval the only thing that mattered. When I was finally, clinically clean, a hollow, empty vessel, a wave of dizzying submission washed over me. The shower was a ritual. I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it glowed pink and sensitive. I shaved myself smooth, the drag of the razor making me shudder. I stood under the scalding spray until the water ran cold, imagining it was his gaze. I looked at myself in the foggy mirror. My eyes were wide, pupils already dilated with fear and need. My body was trembling. I was perfect for him. I put on simple jeans and a tight black t-shirt. No underwear. Another unspoken command I felt compelled to obey. I placed the vial of poppers, the bag of crystal, and the blindfold in my pocket. The Lyft ride to Crestview Drive was silent. This house was different from the first—a brutalist masterpiece of black steel and tinted glass, a sharp angular silhouette against the night sky. It felt like a fortress. A laboratory for sin. He opened the door before I could knock. He was dressed in sleek black leather pants that clung to his powerful thighs and a tight black muscle shirt. He looked me up and down, a predator assessing his meal. “You brought everything?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. I nodded, wordlessly producing the items from my pocket. He took the bag of Tina, holding it up to the light. “Good. This will help you receive your gift properly. Come.” The interior was stark and intimidating. Polished black concrete floors, blood-red walls, and harsh, minimalist lighting. The air was cold and smelled of ozone, leather, and his dominant cologne. In the center of the vast, echoing room was a large, leather-padded medical table, equipped with sturdy straps at the ankles and wrists. My breath hitched. This was real. This was happening. Matt saw my look of trepidation and smiled, a flash of white in the dim room. “It’s for your safety. To keep you focused on the sensation. To keep you from running from the pleasure.” He stepped closer, his scent enveloping me. “The price is the same whether you are strapped down or not. But the experience… the experience will be infinitely more intense if you surrender to it completely.” This was the final gate. Walking out now would mean I had humiliated myself, flushed my pills, and taken his $10k for nothing. I’d be free, but I’d always wonder. Staying… staying meant total immersion. It meant getting the full, terrifying, exhilarating value of our deal. I looked from his intense eyes to the table. My cock, traitorous and eager, strained against my jeans. “I’ll stay,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I knew my boy would make the right choice,” he purred, his hand cupping my cheek. “Now, the gear. Let’s get you ready.” He led me to a low black sofa. He prepared the pipe with an expert’s efficiency, loading a large shard onto the screen. He lit the torch, and the familiar cloud of white smoke began to fill the glass bulb. “Inhale,” he commanded, holding the pipe to my lips. “Suck it deep into your lungs. Hold it. Let it burn away all that fear.” I obeyed. The hit was massive, a seismic shock to my system. The rush was instantaneous—a crackling, electric current zipping up my spine and exploding in my brain. Every nerve ending screamed to life. The leather of his pants, the cold air, the sound of his breathing—it all became hyper-sharp, intensely vivid. And the hunger… a raw, animal need began to uncoil in my gut. “Again,” he said, his voice already taking on a god-like resonance in my heightened state. He fed me another colossal hit. This one melted my bones. A dizzying, euphoric wave of pure lust washed over me. I was panting, my skin buzzing, my cock a rigid, leaking ache in my jeans. “That’s it,” he murmured, his own eyes glittering with dark intent. He took a hit himself, holding the smoke before leaning in and sealing his mouth over mine, forcing the potent cloud into my lungs in a searing kiss. I groaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss. “Now, the blindfold. I want all your focus on what you’re about to feel.” The world vanished into deep, rich black silk.

Sorry for the delay - here is the continuation of “ Selling my Status” Chapter 2: The Long Week The next seven days were the longest of my life. It was a bizarre purgatory, suspended between my old self and the new one I had so recklessly, chemically agreed to become. The morning after my visit to Matt’s, I woke up with a crushing headache and a dry, chemical taste in my mouth. The memories of the night flooded back in a nauseating wave: the smoke, the commands, the camera’s unblinking eye, the toilet swirling with my future. A sharp, cold panic seized me. What had I done? I scrambled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my banking app. The rational part of my brain, the part that was screaming, knew it was a scam. There would be no money. I had just thrown away my health for a drug-fueled fantasy and a promise from a stranger. But the balance was there. Not the $50,000, but a pending wire transfer for $10,000. A subject line: Good faith. Don’t disappoint me. The panic didn't vanish, but it mutated. It was now tangled with a terrifying, thrilling sense of commitment. It was real. The money was real. He was real. The days that followed were a study in cognitive dissonance. By daylight, I was a normal guy. I went to work at my bland office job, answered emails, attended meetings. I was quiet, withdrawn. My colleagues must have thought I was coming down with something. In a way, I was. I was incubating. But inside, a constant, low hum of anxiety and… anticipation… thrummed through me. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leapt into my throat. It was never him. He was silent, letting the tension build. He owned the silence as much as he owned the promise. My body felt different. Without the daily ritual of the blue pill, I felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. I’d catch myself staring into space, imagining what it would feel like. The conversion. The moment of transmission. The thought should have horrified me. And it did. But late at night, alone in my bed, it was the only thing that could bring me to a shuddering, shame-filled climax. I was becoming the character I’d played for his camera. On the fifth day, a package arrived at my door. No return address. Inside was a single, small box of a popular brand of protein bars. Taped to the inside of the lid was a negative test result. His. Recent. And a note, scrawled on thick, expensive cardstock: *Getting everything ready for you. Be clean. Be ready. *- M* The message was clear. The transaction was proceeding. He was confirming his own status to assure the "purity" of the product. I was the product. The finality of it, the clinical coldness mixed with the dark intimacy, left me breathless. I slid to the floor, the test result in my hand, and cried. I wasn't sure if they were tears of fear or of relief.

The biggest cock I've taken was by a young university student I met on Grindr. He showed up at my door and was so handsome. Very dark skinned, very short chair, 6-1, and very lean, 145 lbs. We went to my bedroom and kissed sensuously. He took of his shirt and revealed a totally smooth chest, almost boy like but below his navel was a very thick treasure trail. As we kissed his dick kept getting bigger. I had to see, so I pulled down his pants and a 9" hard as rock dick appeared nestled in an extremely thick nappy bush. His legs were also hairy as were his buns. I was so turned on by the contrast of his boylike upper body and face and the manlike body and cock below the waist. I had never had a cock that big in me but I wanted it so bad. We kissed and sucked for a while and finally I asked if he would fuck me. He said sure and then reached into his pants for a condom. I was so disappointed and asked if he would bareback me. He said he couldn't and went on to put the condom on. I told him I was "clean" and much preferred raw but he insisted. I got on the bed put some lube on his wrapped cock and my hole, got on my back legs up, hit the poppers and awaited his cock. He went slowly but he was so big and quite frankly it hurt. I was able to relax, hit more poppers and he finally got part way in but the rubber kept bunching up. He kept on adjusting it but eventually it wasn't working. I told him to just try without. He threw the condom on the floor and slowly slid in raw. A big smile appeared on his face and he said it felt so much better. He got in deeper and began a rhythm as we kissed sensuously Soon his breathing got heavier he went balls deep and I felt his cock throb as he unleashed volley after volley. He pulled out slowly and told me that he didn't think he could use a condom again. After he left I kept his seed in me all night and I think he got it so deep it never reappeared. That was the biggest cock I ever took.

Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

BOB Clearly, Dan prepared himself before I fucked him. It was not random thing that just happened naturally. I was glad he did it because I would never have been brave enough to initiate it. As the academic term intensified, my life became busier: class, gym or run, part-time job, study, and sleep. For a few days, my roommates and I were never home at the same time. However, I caught news of one of Bob’s exploits. Liz, one of my friends who also knew Bob, told me that Bob’s girlfriend found out that he was fucking at least one other woman and she had a shit fit and made a scene at a party. Bob was known to be a bit of a pussy hound. A day or two later when I finally saw Bob at the apartment, he was still in a sad mood, and he told me all about the breakup. I gave him my sympathy and a little ribbing about him thinking with his little head too much. “I know,” he said, “but it’s just how I am.” On Friday evening, some friends invited me to go to a bar with them. Even though it had been a long week and I was tired, I went along but only for a couple of beers. The bar was hopping but I was exhausted and by 10 pm, I was over it, so I walked back to the apartment. As soon as I walked into apartment I could hear someone having sex. I tiptoed toward my room to avoid awkwardly interrupting whichever guy was getting his nut. I had to walk past Bob’s dimly lit room, and the door was open. I couldn’t help but to glance in as I passed the door, and I saw Bob lying on his back, and Dan was straddling him and riding his big fat cock with his back toward me. Bob saw me and gave me an evil grin as he cupped Dan’s butt cheeks in both hands. I continued to my room and quietly closed my door, noting that Bob was indeed an otter and he was hung. I could still hear Bob’s bed springs squeaking, and this went on for another 10 minutes, then I heard someone (probably Bob) loudly cumming. Then everything got quiet. I didn’t know what to think. I was starting to realize I was more gay than bi, I knew Dan was at least bi, but I had never thought of Bob as being anything more than 100% straight. It dawned on me when I got into bed that my cock had been hard since I walked into the apartment, so I jacked off and shot a load all over my chest thinking about my two studly roomies fucking in the next room. The next morning, Dan was gone because he had to be at his part time job by 9 am. Bob was having some cereal as I said good morning. “What have you got going today?” asked Bob. I told him I was free until a 2:00 project meeting in the library. I looked outside and said that it was a beautiful autumn day for a run. Bob asked if he could tag along and I said of course. Bob quickly changed into his running shoes, a plain T and sweat pants and I did the same. This is how Bob looked at age 21 when we went for our first run together. I knew some beautifully wooded trails that were away from traffic, and we jogged over there. “You know that Dan told me you and he are fucking around a bit,” Bob stated. I quickly recovered from being outed. “Oh, he did, did he?” I replied. “Yeah. He and I have been playing around since we were roommates in the dorm during freshman year. I love to fuck him. He told me he enjoyed you giving him your bone and he tried to get you pregnant too. He said he popped your cherry,” Bob laughed. I asked Bob if he ever got fucked and he told me he was a top only. “Damn, it’s getting hot,” as he peeled his shirt off. “I’m familiar with this area and I know a cool trail. Follow me,” he said. I followed him deeper into the woods and after five minutes he stopped. “I need you to suck my cock now,” he said as he looked into my eyes and pushed my left shoulder down. I licked his nipples and then down his treasure trail. Now on my knees, I pulled down his sweatpants and his cock was tenting his white high school Bike jockstrap. I released his cock from its prison, and I gasped at the size. It was not circumcised. I’d never seen a white guy with an uncut cock. I licked the head and lapped up some pre-cum that had pooled where his head barely poked out of the soft skin hood – it was delicious. Bob was about 7 inches hard, but the girth was considerable. I tried to take the shaft down my throat, but my throat was slamming shut by reflex. The Bob held the same little brown bottle Dan used on me under my nostril and commanded me to huff, and then he repeated. He gently fucked his cock into my mouth until my nose was against his black pubes. Then he picked up the pace. My hands clasped his muscular glutes. Without any warning, Bob forced his cock down my throat and held my head there as he shot load after load into me. I couldn’t breathe and started to panic, but he was finished and released his grip. I gasped for air as I realized that none of his cum had lingered in my mouth and his sperm was all now in my stomach. “You have plenty of time before your group meeting later. Let’s go back to the apartment and get cleaned up. I want to test drive that hot ass,” he chuckled. “Race ya!” and I tore off back up the trail.

After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

I can NOT stop thinking about this. I want to be the star of a porn scene that is set up JUST like this. No mercy, brutal hatefuck of my slutty mouth and pretty pussy. I am sooo ready!

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

Sucked two of my brothers at home for years without either knowing about the other. Although I often dreamt about sucking them both at the same time!

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I'll start by saying I was alot younger then I am now! I had been working out at the YMCA with some friends during the summer. This Y was huge and in a very old building so the men's locker room was huge and had the old style shower set up. You know the poles in the middle with shower heads. As a horny young bro, I couldn't wait to get in there and see some skin! Now most of the guys showering at the time were a lot older then me. Mostly daddies, business men on their lunch break,or guys my age. I was in dick heaven! Most of the guys would sideeye my dick but, everyone there seem to be all business. However one time when I was just about to leave and as I had my back to the pole washing the shampoo outta my hair, a guy behind me said 'damn son, I wish I had that curly shaggy hair!' For that summer I had let my hair grow out abit. I was constantly pushing it outta my eyes! I turned around and this 35ish guy had come in and taken the pole next to me. He was white, tall, and lean. Shaved crew cut and a massive heavy dick. It appeared to my young eyes that it was the size of a baby arm and almost reached his knees! I stood there speechless! He immediately saw me staring and when I looked up, he winked at me. I came back to reality and said I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to stare. He said not to worry and he was used to it. I was proceeded to continue to rinse off as we were now the only ones at this pole. He said you've got quite the tool as well and a nice body for my age. I blushed but, was actually proud of myself cause that was the summer I had really transformed my body and had put on some muscle. He asked how long I had been working out and we chatted for abit. As we did I couldn't keep my eyes of his knob and I proceeded to get a massive hard on! He, of course, noticed and I reached for my towel on the wall. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place nearby! He said he wasn't a insane [banned word] and he just wanted to give my ass a rub down. Next you know we are at his place! He turns on the radio, he grabs a beer and offers me a coke. I said I'll take a beer...he laughed and asked if he should check ID but, he gave me the bottle he was holding and got him another one. We sat shirtless on his couch and he proceeded to put on some porn. I immediately reached over and grabbed his crotch. He laughed and said bold little fucker! He proceeded to drop his shorts and I was naked in no time! I said that I wanted to get fucked and he replied that he didn't think my young ass could take it. I told him that I wanted to try. He got up and went into the bedroom and then came back with lube, a towel, a silver can, and poppers! I look back and noticed that he never asked me about condoms or if I was cleaned out for fucking. I was horny and already jerking off and I didn't care. He said to get on my knees on the couch so I turned around from the sitting position to the fucking position exposing my starfish for that hose. He started to finger lube me and said I was quite tight but, he could tell my meaty butt was begging for it. He said that if I needed to stop just to tell him and that I was in control. I felt him line up his bell head to my hole and proceed to slowly push in. Now guys, at this point in my life, this was still new to me so it took awhile to get pass the initial O ring and then burned like hell but, my ass was determined to take it. He got it in but, not all. He leaned over and gave me some poppers and as proceeded to go into heat, he'd go a little farther. It's when he proceeded to go pass the second O ring that I panicked abit. He told me to relax and calm down...that was in control and we'd wait until my body adjusted. So we stayed rutted and he rubbed my butt, back, and shoulders. We softly talked over the porn in the background. He kept telling me how good a job I was doing. After I had calmed down and adjusted, he then sprayed the max impact on the towel then handed to me. He instructed me to put into my mouth and breath in quickly then take it out. I proceeded to fly and it seemed my ass budded open! He proceeded to pass my second O ring...and slowly gave me a fucking. He wasn't all the way in but, when he moved foward he layed on my back and wrapped his arms around me and I felt massively full! He proceeded to rub his face in the hair on the back of my head. He'd moan and told me how good my ass felt. I was holding onto the couch with one hand and jerking with other. I'd had initially cum when he entered me but, I was ready to cum again! He upped the speed and I took some more maximum impact. He said he knew a kinky bastard in the making. I moaned a growl! He then took a mouthful of my hair and held on as he started to piston fuck me! I started to moan louder and he kept blowing air outta his nostrils! He then let go of my hair for a moment and asked where he could cum. I was in heat and "very irresponsibly" (wink) said in me! He bit my hair again and came up my ass. He snorted through his nose! I screamed as I felt him push further my young insides and spooged all over the seat cushions below me! I remember he didn't pull out all the way immediately. He layed on my back and as his breathing returned to normal he said that was a great fuck! We had been so loud that I said I hope his neighbors didn't mind?! He's said that they were all gay men and if they had been home, they would have come over the moment they heard us to join in! He pulled out and invited me to use the bathroom if I needed to clean up. Now guys, I sat down on that toilet thinking cum, lube, and everything else would come out but, I was clean as a whistle! Nothing came out! I guess his load was to far up there and that's where it stayed. Sorry to be gross but to add to the reality of this experience, I didn't shit for 24 hours after and still it's was as I had never been fucked! We chatted for abit and then I came again as he watched me jerk off to porn. He said that his door was always open and to come by anytime. Sadly the next time I went to his place he had moved! Stud, I hope life has been good to you. If you're on BZ, then contact me! My ass wants to sit on your pole again and make more memories!

I guess my date pictures all sort of look alike as I look at them…

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PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

I was 9 when me and my older brother (12 at the time) started playing. We would take my dads straight magazines and act out the pictures. I was always the bitch. About two years after this started I was at a friends house and his uncle came to visit. We decided to stay in a tent in the backyard at his uncle's suggestion. It was a warm night and we ended up sleeping on top of our sleeping bags. His uncle was a marine and had a nice body. We settled for the night with my friend's uncl in the middle. I was drifting off to sleep when i felt a hand moving into my underwear. It was his uncle Jeremy's hand. I came too and he whispered to just relax. I then noticed a soft moan. I looked over and my friend was getting the same treatment except he was hard and enjoying the groping. I was not getting hard and Jeremy moved my hand to his cock. He was much larger than my brother. Before long I was between his legs sucking his cock with him telling me I was a "natural". After I don't know how long, he noticed i was soft. He asked if i liked him. I replied yes. He picked me up pulled me on top of him and my friend closer. We were all kissing, his cock was hard between us. He asked my friend, what do you think? My friend said yes. Jeremy then asked me if I wanted him to claim me. I must have looked confused and he asked if I wanted to have sex. I recall say I don't know. He said well lets try and we will see if you like it. I agreed and he proceed to help me gently on to his cock. He was an expert and it. talked me through it step by step. He started getting rougher and he moaned. He then relaxed and rolled me off. I know now he loaded my hole. After a short time he had my watch my friends and pointed things out. He fucked us both twice that night. The next morning he thanked us and told us we would be sore but it was normal and nothing to worry about. We spent the whole day with him. I went home. the next time me and my brother played I bottomed. This became more regular until he left for college. I have never topped and likely never will. I enjoy bringing my tops pleasure and getting the loads, as many as I can get.