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Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge. I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them. Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things. But I wanted to do the wrong things. Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. The worst part? I wanted to stealth. Badly. So badly. And the cravings never seemed to go away. I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed. I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me. Until I met him.

I was in the park at night time. I saw a dude with no pants on. He was leaning on the fence rail. I walked up behind him, pushed my track pants down and just slid my dick in. I was fucking for several minutes and a fit tracksuit guy came up behind me and rubbed my ass and felt up my cock and balls to find me raw in the guy with no pants. I adjusted my stance so he could get at my hole, he rubbed some spit in to lube my crack. Track suit guy slid in as I was slow fucking the guy against the fence rail. Track suit guy quickly built up to full speed and in about two minutes fulled my hole with cum. This faster pace got me horny as and I blew my load in no pants guy. I went back to my truck and drove home with my ass full of cum.

Chapter 4 - The conversion The world vanished into deep, rich black silk. He tied it firmly but not painfully behind my head, the knot pulling just enough to emphasize my helplessness. My other senses exploded into hyper-awareness, each one suddenly a raw nerve ending. I heard his measured footsteps on the concrete, moving around me, the slight scuff of his expensive shoes a deliberate punctuation in the heavy silence. I felt the cool, almost clinical air of the expansive room on my bare skin, a stark contrast to the internal inferno already raging within me. My pulse throbbed in my temples, a frantic drumbeat against the hum of the drugs already coursing through my system. Before he’d blindfolded me, the scene had been a blur of neon and shadow. I’d arrived already buzzing, a few tabs of Molly dissolving that pesky voice of conscience, an initial gulp of G loosening my limbs and my inhibitions. But he had upped the ante. He’d laid out the works: a mirror glinting with crystalline shards of Tina, a small vial of clear liquid, and a sterile pack containing a new syringe. “This is about more than just a fuck,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. “This is about surrender. Total, absolute. You want the payment? You earn the experience.” He’d insisted on the ‘booty bump’. A small, meticulous line of crushed Tina, carefully mixed with a drop of water, drawn into an oral syringe. The clinical precision of it was almost a turn-on in itself. He’d guided my trembling hand, the applicator slick with lube, as I eased it into my own asshole, pressing the plunger. The rush had been immediate, a molten wave of heat blooming deep inside, spreading outwards, sharpening every sensation, every desire. He’d followed suit, a shared intimacy of self-violation that bound us even before our skin touched. The Molly made me crave connection, the G made me careless, and the Tina… the Tina made me an insatiable, reckless animal. Now, blindfolded, his presence was a magnetic force. I smelled the sharp, chemical tang of poppers when he uncapped the bottle nearby, the scent tearing through the residual haze of the other drugs. “Hands on the table,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the very air around me, cutting through my heightened senses. I obeyed, my hands flat against the cold, smooth leather of the examination table. The leather itself felt alive, cool and yielding beneath my palms. I heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the material whispering against itself, revealing hints of the taut, muscular body I knew was beneath. Then his hands were on me, gloved in latex, slick with cold lube. They were impersonal and efficient, turning me around, guiding my hips to lie back on the table. He spread my legs, lifted them, adjusting me with a practiced ease that made me feel utterly dehumanized, yet thrillingly exposed. His fingers, deft and unyielding, began circling my asshole, dilating and stretching me, pressing deeply, exploring every inch of my opening without asking for permission. The clinical nature of it, the cold, latex-covered invasion, was its own unique kind of depravity, stripping away all pretense of romance or even mutual desire. I was a subject. An experiment. A vessel. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of my roaring drug-addled brain. The Tina had me rigid, my muscles trembling with a barely contained energy, my cock already painfully hard, ready to explode. The G had me loose and pliant, my asshole relaxed even under his relentless assault. The Molly had stripped away my fear, replacing it with a desperate need for all of it. Then I felt the head of his cock, blunt and insistent, at my entrance. It was bigger than I remembered from the hazy night on the couch, from the quick, anonymous touch that had initiated this dark bargain. A thick, veiny column, slicked with my own lube, pressing, prodding. “The poppers,” he said again, his voice a gravelly whisper right by my ear, the sound a physical vibration against my skin. He held the bottle to my nose. “Now.” I inhaled deeply, the ammonia fumes burning my nostrils, then blossoming behind my eyes, a dizzying, head-rushing explosion of pure, mind-numbing sensation. The world tilted, spun, and for a glorious, terrifying second, ceased to exist. In that same instant, as the chemical high erased the last shreds of my resistance, melting me into a puddle of pure, raw sensation, he thrust into me. It was one smooth, brutal motion. He buried himself to the hilt, stretching me to my absolute limit, filling me completely, a hot, heavy mass of flesh. I cried out, a strangled sound that was equal parts pain and overwhelming ecstasy. My body seized around him, accepting, yielding, desperate for more. The poppers hammered everything home, locking me into this moment of exquisite, agonizing pleasure. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust jarring me against the cold leather of the table, driving me deeper into the abyss of sensation. He was silent except for his ragged breathing, the animalistic grunts that escaped his throat with each powerful stroke. This wasn’t about mutual pleasure. This was about ownership. About transmission. About a transaction being fulfilled. Suddenly, a different cold sting, a sharp prick on my forearm, cutting through the haze. My mind, drug-addled as it was, registered the familiar sensation. A slam. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was initiating a different kind of penetration, a different kind of shared experience. I heard the faint click of the plunger as he injected something into my vein, then his own low hiss of satisfaction as, I presumed, he slammed himself too, a shared ritual of chemical surrender while he was still buried inside me. The second rush hit me almost immediately, a fresh, electric wave of Tina surging through my bloodstream, amplifying every nerve ending, every tremor, every thrust. My body became a conduit for pure sensation, my thoughts dissolving into a soup of insatiable lust and dizzying oblivion. “This is what you sold,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort, his hips grinding into me with renewed ferocity. “This is what you bought.” He wasn’t talking to me, not really. He was talking to himself, narrating the event, cementing the terms of our dark contract to the universe. One of his hands found my hair, tangling in it, pulling my head back, exposing my throat, my vulnerability. The other closed around my already throbbing cock, stroking me with a relentless, knowing rhythm that mirrored his own thrusts. I was babbling, begging, though I didn’t know for what. For him to stop? For him never to stop? For this glorious, terrifying oblivion to swallow me whole? The combined effects of Molly, G, Tina, poppers, and the fresh slam had me utterly unhinged, my body a puppet to his every command, my mind lost in a shimmering fog of pleasure and fear. I felt the tension coiling in my gut, the familiar pull of an impending orgasm, but it was different this time. Darker, deeper, tainted with the primal fear of the unknown, yet liberated by the utter surrender. My body was screaming, stretched to its breaking point, yet aching for more, for this relentless invasion to continue, to consume me entirely. “You’re going to take it,” he growled, his pace becoming frantic, erratic, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, each impact a punch to my gut. “You’re going to take my load. You’re going to remember this feeling for the rest of your life. The feeling of becoming.” His words, infused with the guttural release of his own impending climax, tipped me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable, painting stripes across my stomach and chest as my cock spasmed relentlessly. I screamed into the blindfold, a guttural, primal sound that was torn from the deepest part of my being, my body seizing around him, clinging to him even as I bucked against the table. My climax triggered his. With a final, deep, almost guttural roar, he stilled, buried inside me, his body trembling violently. I felt the hot, pulsing release, wave after wave of his molten seed pumping into me, filling me to overflowing. The physical manifestation of the transaction. The moment of conversion. A tremor wracked his body, and he let out a long, low groan that sounded like victory, like a predator sated. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, his weight heavy and warm, his breath hot against my ear. Then, with a sudden, almost clinical detachment, he pushed himself up and pulled out of me. The loss of his presence was a physical ache, an emptiness that echoed the void left by the drugs now beginning their inevitable descent from their peak. I felt a cold trail of his come leaking out of me, mixing with the lube and my own bodily fluids, running down my inner thighs. He untied the blindfold. The sudden rush of light was blinding, harsh, cruel after the intense darkness. I blinked up at him, my eyes struggling to adjust, the fluorescent overhead lights throwing stark shadows across his face. He was looking down at me, his expression unreadable, a strange mix of exhaustion and triumph. Sweat gleamed on his chest, on his brow, the remnants of his exertion. He looked down at where his spend was already leaking out of me onto the black leather, a shimmering, sticky testament to what had just transpired. “It is done,” he said, his voice flat now, all the passion and intensity spent, replaced by a cold finality. He turned and walked away, his back to me, not sparing another glance. He began to dress, methodically, as if nothing profound had just happened. I was left lying there, shattered and transformed, my body still buzzing with the chaotic symphony of drugs and lingering pleasure, my mind reeling from the raw, undeniable impact of the experience. The $50,000 problem was finally solved, a debt paid in the most absolute currency. But a million-dollar worth of new ones, unseen and terrifying, had just begun to bloom in the darkest corners of my soul. The conversion was complete. I was no longer just me; I was a host, a vessel, irrevocably altered, carrying the heavy weight of a secret, and perhaps, a new life ticking inside

Nerves are on high, but his 9 inch cock rest on my leg as he says, are you ready to fly? Fuck ya sir, as the point empties into my arm, and he takes the blue tourny off my arm, the rush thru my body, the cough, the tingle in my cock balls and hole, I say, Sir, fuck, fuck me now please! Oh i plan on it. He flips me over and spits on my hole, smacks it with his uncut precum soaked foreskin tip, and says, No turning back now boy, me not caring at all, He says, Take this poz chem cock, I look back, he slams his in his cock, seeing the blood on his dick has me spreading my bubble butt cheeks begging for him to wreck my hole, I can't believe how huge his cock got, and with no mercy he slams that thick dick balls deep, even tho I was so high the pain was so much, I scream out in pain, and pull away but he puts one foot on my neck and somehow swivels just right that his massive cock goes even further in my once tight hole. He grins with this devilish smile and I feel his cock go past that second hole and he lets out a low grunt and says, oh there it is , and for the next 30 minutes, probably longer, this bull just pounded me. I ended up blacking out for sometime, coming too to him still using my now stretched hole, adding a thumb or finger, saying, oh ya boy your hole is now mine, u feel my first load in your wrecked hole? I mumbled some thing as he slaps my face, and says, I can't hear you! YES SIR, I SAY. GOOD BOY! NOW, he pulls out and I notice 2 other men, even bigger than him, but then he come up to me and gets me some water. Well I thought it was water. And end up putting that blue thing in my arm as the other man grabs my hips, I feel his giant tip about to push in after that point is emptied then..... Part 2 coming soon 😈

**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--

This was on Wednesday. So. I believe I mentioned this guy a while back. I mentioned after playing with someone I see regularly and spend time with them. That I went to a bookstore and played around and told him about it and he found it hot. While I was there that night I ran into a very sexy older bear. He had a lightly trimmed beard that was full white. He had a beautiful furry chest and was a very passionate and frantic fucker. Like literally. He was fucking me all over the place in that room and he had a nice thick curved cock. He didn't breed me but we exchanged contact information. We've talked a bit every so often and he decided to come visit since he's from out of town. We decided to meet at a bar. I arrived to the bar and waited for him so I ordered a non alcoholic drink. I had some intentions with the bar but found out that it wouldn't become more "fun" until later. Damn. He arrived and I was so happy to see him. We both kissed each other passionately and hugged. He said he had take a piss so I followed him. Part of the bar was closed off for some reason I guess some event. So we went to another bathroom. This was more of an open bathroom with a toilet seat and a urinal. He kissed me when we got in the bathroom. I thought he had to go but he grabbed his hard dick and started kissing me more. Before I knew it I felt his hard cock in his pants pressed against my leg. He grabbed my cock which was hard and also slipped his hand underneath my shorts. He realized I was wearing a jockstrap. I felt his hard on and I looked at him. I kinda looked around nervously but I pulled down his pants and took out his cock. I took his cock into my mouth which was mostly hard and started sucking him. His cock felt so good. I love the curve on his cock and he was getting fully hard. While I was sucking him he pulled me up. He was saying he wanted my ass. God I love how hot and direct he is. I pulled down my shorts and exposed my ass to him in the bar bathroom. I spit on my hole and leaned down. He pressed his hard cock against my hole and started to push in. This would be the first of MANY times this man fucked me that night. He pushed in further and I started to moan. I tried to relax on him but damn his dick was nice and thick. He started fucking me and I was loving it. When I said previously he has kinda frantic fucking. I meant he will fuck for a while but won't really have a fast rhythm just I guess his own rhythm and then he'd stop and change positions. His goal wasn't to fuck and cum his goal was to fuck and keep fucking. He pulled me off his dick and he sat on the toilet seat. His cock was sticking straight up. I walked towards him and squatted down on his cock and felt his cock sink deeper into me. Ugh he felt so damn good. I started riding his dick when I forgot the door wasn't even really closed. The same bartender that I got my drink from came in saying "Good Lord!". I panicked and started to get up. He said "Oh no I don't care what you two do but maybe close the bathroom door next time. I'm not sure what he was doing if he was changing out something but I resumed to sit on the country bear's cock while the guy was still in there. He left a minute or so after he genuinely did not seem like he was trying to sneak a peak was just doing his job I guess. After me riding him for a while he pulled off and we went back to kissing. We decided to go the patio area. We sat on a chair and just layed against each other and talked a little. We were kinda talking about where to go next. I knew there was an event going on and asked if he wanted to go. He said he was up for whatever especially since we both needed a place to play. He got a drink and drank it and then we left and headed to "that" event. We parked and went outside. I felt honored? Should I have for giving him a tour? Ah who knows. But anyways I kinda guided him and showed him the second and third floor. I showed him more of the third floor. I stripped and was wearing nothing but a jock strap and a vest. I thought about some of the things here and basically showed him the fuck bench area. He seemed to like it. He sat on it and I got on my knees sucking his cock. He was groaning and moaning and was rock hard in no time. I bent over the fuck bench and braced myself for his hard thick country bear cock invading my hole. Fuck his dick felt so good fucking me. He pulled out a few times but he kept fucking me altogether. We then changed around and I layed on the fuck bench. I realized it had a little head rest so it might be more intended for getting fucked on the back to replace a sling maybe. He wasted no time fucking me on my back. I was moaning and groaning out. He was fucking thick and there were a few guys watching. I was wondering if I was going to make him cum but it didn't happen. He pulled out and we started making out again. We both looked at the dark room area for a moment and decided not to. We went over the couches. He mentioned previously he wanted to fuck me face down. Well now here was his chance. We both sort of stripped a little more and got on the leather couch. We were making out a little bit and then I got on all fours on the leather couch. He shoved his hard country bear dick back in me. Getting fucked on all fours felt so damn hot. At one point he told me to put one of my legs down on the floor. I did and this gave him more ways to maneuver. I felt him a little deeper in me in this position and was loving it. He pulled out and told me to get on my belly. I did and was fucking me on my belly. Damn it's been a while since i've been fucking like that. I stuck my ass up in the air for him and he loved fucking me. I felt like I was on such another level getting fucked by this sexy country bear in the fun place. I had no idea how much fun I'd have a little bit later at that moment. We took a break and decided to both piss but for real this time. After pissing we passed by the dark room area and still decided not to. We passed by the leather couches again and more action was gone on. He commented that there is like 1 or 2 tops he's seen here this whole time and everyone else is pretty much a bottom. That sounds just about right. Speaking of for the event it was not a huge turn out. Very surprised considering what the event is known for and how packed it was last time. We decided to go on a leather couch in a different area. This time he layed on his back. I got on top of him and straddled him and felt his raw cock sink into me again. It never gets old. I used the sort of rails around the couches or back boards to give myself some balance. I started to ride his cock and he stopped me for a moment and proceeded to fuck me. He felt so good sitting on top of his cock. We heard moans and groans and grunts and saw that guys around us were fucking. He continued to fuck me and I continued to ride him. I swear at least once I think he was going to cum but he somehow stopped himself. We both got up and I decided to get dressed. We both headed down to the second floor. But we decided to check out the first one too. I showed him a dark area with glory holes and he though it was probably fun. I took him to another area where there was a platform with glory holes. I explained essentially a top goes on on the platform and in the glory holes the guys have to stand to suck off the guy sticking the dick through the hole. He thought this was hot. We decided to try this initiated by me. He went on the platform and stuck his dick through the hole. I started sucking him. This was a great angle to suck him and not like I need a reason to suck him but damn it did make it hot and more fun. We decided to leave that area and decided to go the second floor. This was one of our..destinations (lol) since we got there. There were a few rooms with nylon or plastic like beds to lay down on and fuck. But everything was open no doors. We decided to go into one of those rooms. We both stripped and we both got to for the first time lay with each other and cuddle for a moment or two. We both kissed and playing with each other's bodies and enjoyed each other's company. He got hard pretty fast and before I knew it I was on my back and he was on the edge of the bed fucking me. Fuck this felt really comfortable and my hole still felt tight. While he was fucking me another guy came in. To my surprise he kinda encouraged the guy to come over. The other guy was pretty furry and hairy and had a nice trimmed beard. He told the guy to fuck me. The guy was already stroking his cock and was rock hard. I awaited eagerly and felt the stranger push his cock in me. Fuck he was a little thicker then the country bear who was fucking me. He seemed to really want to fuck too. He fucked me for a good while and I was shouting out and moaning. The country bear top decided to get on the bed while the stranger was fucking me and face fucked me. The guy pulled out suddenly and thanked us and left. The country bear went back to fucking me. He said he noticed my hole was wetter. He asked if the guy came in me. I said I wasn't sure I didn't feel it but maybe precum. The country bear said my hole was tight before but now it's wet not loose just wet. Regardless he was able to fuck me more and seemed to enjoy it more with my hole being wet. He continued to fuck me until another man kinda came in. This man that was watching us was huge. He seemed to be an older salt and pepper bear. But he dressed more old fashioned style clothing. It was really hot and he also had a hot cap or beret. He had a long long grey salt and pepper beard. This time I kinda motioned him over. He had a massively fucking thick cock. Like it was almost beer can size and it the way it looked and was shaped was a little different. It's like there was a thicker part to it. Hard to explain. But anyways he smiled at me and he seemed to like me stroking his cock. The country bear fucking me asked if he wanted to fuck me and he said yeah. I will not lie i was a little nervous. The amount of thickness his cock had was insane. I knew this long bearded daddy was going to split me open. I felt his cock head push into my hopefully wet ass and started to get nervous. I tried to relax and to my surprise I felt my hole getting stretched a little bit. I felt his cock starting to partially stretch me open. I groaned and winced as he wasn't all the way inside me but most of his thick cock was inside me. Fuck this man was massive. I cried out as he started fucking me. The insane thing is that he wasn't fully in me but he felt so fucking huge. I just literally braced for impact and tried to relax my hole as the hot long bearded man took his time to fuck me and he seemed to enjoy it. He wanted to fuck me on all fours. Of course I flipped over and got on all fours with no hesitation. I felt his fucking massively thick cock start to stretch me open again. I could partially feel the entirety of his cock starting to invade me more. He continued to fuck me without pushing all of him in me. He kept fucking me for a while and then he suddenly stopped. His cock was a little deflated when he pulled out I wonder if he was came in me. He smiled at me and thanked the country top and walked away. The country bear top went back to fucking me. While he was fucking me he commented although my ass opened up more and seemed to like it. Our fun hairy chested stranger returned. This time the country top and him kinda had some passionate moments and they were playing a little. The stranger didn't fuck me this time but we all kinda played and I sucked his cock and the top played with his nipples. We all had fun and then he said he had to go. Me and the country bear played more an fucked more. He also sucked my dick some. I actually kinda wanted to fuck the country top but he said he wasn't prepped for that. He is a top I think so I mean that's understandable. But he did say he wouldn't be against being fucked by me. Love to fuck tops I dunno why but it's so fun even though they might not really be a top. After more fucking and playing we both decided to get dressed and leave. We decided to go back to the bar we initially met at since no cover charge. We both got drinks non alcoholic he could have had one but I guess he was trying to support me which is nice at least. This time the bar was fully opened up. We danced a little on the dance floor and then I showed him the dark area. We both started making out in the dark room and I got on my knees again to suck his cock. I started to see a few guys around or become more known at least. When he had enough of me sucking him he pulled me up and I bent over. Fucking sexy country bar fucked me in the bar. I was loving it. While we were playing some random bearded top came over. He seemed to be interesting so I sucked him while the country bear was fucking me. He seemed to enjoy getting sucked. He was pretty cute too. The top pulled off me and he interacted with the other top. They both made out a little and played with each other's bodys which was hot. I on the other hand was on my knees servicing this new man. He seemed to be enjoying it. I turned around and he shoved his hard raw dick up my ass. Damn my ass still felt kinda tight but he seemed to be having fun fucking me. Eventually he found someone else and in that area and they went off too play. We left the room after playing for a bit. I said I had to pee so we went to the urinal troff. After I pissed I got on my knees and started suck off the country bear in the urinal troff area. He said he was coming close to cumming. He started cumming and I could taste it in my mouth. Fuck it tasted so good. I bent over and he shoved his hard dick in me again. This time I could feel cum filling me. It felt so fucking hot. He pulled off and I sucked his dick until it deflated. He fucking came in my mouth and ass how fucking hot. After that we both decided that it was getting late and to call it a night. We got a bite to eat at a dinner and enjoyed briefly reminiscing of the incredible night we just had. Going from a normal place after being at the the place we were at and then the bar felt a little jarring initially. After eating we briefly kissed and said goodbye. The sexy country bear said he looks forward to visiting again. I went home and reflected a little on the evening. Just absolutely insane evening. I can't believe that we fucked in the bathroom at the bar and in different positions and going to that event. Even though the event was somewhat dead it was a great play place and I can't believe all the places and how many times he fucked me. And near the end him being open to playing with other guys both having them fuck me, me sucking them, and watching him play with them too. So fucking hot. Just didn't think something like that was ever possible. Maybe, possibly that's why it's good if you meet someone at a place like that and stay in contact. They can't ever really judge you for being whorish or playing around at places like that because they themselves met you there. I look forward to seeing the out of town country bear again. Loads Taken - 1/2 Mouth/Ass Potentially got bred at the other place by two guys but uncertain.

Holy Goodness, what a beauty... 🤤🤤🤤

FWB came over with some of his Buddies, they ran a train on me all cumming inside me then all went again but second time pissing in me instead of cum

I used to belong to a club, now defunct, called Wisconsin Bares. They've been gone for years. But started in 89 as a BB Nude play group. It evolved to be tame and social, and eventually disbanded. Being poz and coming to understand that I am just a ton more comfortable with fellow poz guys (or guys who truly don't fret it). I would be the host in the greater Milwaukee metropolitan area. I have always been a barebacker, and I don't really want to host sex parties where we all enjoy bareback fun with each other, taking responsibility for our own sexual health as we see fit. As I would be the host, guys coming would have to be comfortable with me being poz not undetectable as I plan to be an active participant. Which isn't to confuse my purpose as a host, which is man to man sexual pleasure open to all the others there. Not sure how/where I'll make it known. I suppose in these weird times maybe I should just suggest guys contact me about my events via email? I'm looking for some feedback. Am I probably barking up a tree that won't go anywhere?

I’ve always gone to gloryholes been fucked anon that way. Lately the idea of some random man walking into my apartment and finding me ready to take a cock has turned me on so i thought i would try my luck. I removed my profile details from grindr and sniffies and just changed my name to “anon cumdump” not expecting much but it turned into me taking 8 loads yesterday. got a few messages on both apps right away. Guy 1: Athletic build, mid 30s visiting from a smaller neighboring town to get groceries. messages me saying “i need to dump a load” I let him know that im lubed up waiting with my door unlocked and ready to take his dick. “can i breed you?” he asks. I respond with yes please. about 2 minutes later i hear my door open and close and footsteps approach the bedroom. I arch my back exposing my lubed hole. He slaps his semi on my hole a few time to get himself hard. I feel him slide in. if i had to guess he was probably around 6 inches. not too thick. he gives me about 8-9 pumps before he tells me he’s gonna cum. I feel his cock pulse in my hole. As soon as he knows he’s got all his nut in me, he pulls out and heads out the door. Guy 2: Hits me up on grindr. He’s in his 40s and has profile pic up. Not really a looker but i don’t care. “you still taking loads?” “yeah, do you want dump yours in me?” “i do” I text him my address and 5 minutes later the door opens. He’s in my bedroom and i hear him undo his belt jeans. I feel his tongue on my cummy, lubed hole. he fucks me with his tongue a bit before i feel him plunge his cock in me. probably around the same size as the last one. He only lasts about 5 pumps before he’s grunting and unloading deep inside me. Guy 3: 65 year old from sniffles. Stated he hasn’t fucked anyone in years and need to unload. I send him the address and he’s in the door within a minute (turns out he’s a neighbor) he slides a fat thick in me and holds still for a few seconds. I feel him pulsing in me. He came as soon as he was in me. he says “sorry” and leaves. I message him reassuring him that we both got what we wanted and he’s welcome in me anytime. Guy 4. Mid 40s. single dad visiting. Had some time away from the kids and messaged me to on grindr to unload. “haven’t nutted in ages, you want an 8 inch dick in you?” “Hell yes i do.” i send him the address and he’s there in 10 minutes. he walks in and pulls me by the hips closer off the bed. He starts tasting my hole and the loads other men have shot in me up to this point. His tongue is then replaced with his dick and he wasn’t lying. definitely felt all 8 inches. He fucks my sloppy hole for a little over a minute before loudly grunting and moaning while shooting his seed deep inside my sloppy hole. “fuck boy” he says as he pulls his cock out guy 5: late 30s, someone i’ve talked to on and off since i was 18. (he had no idea it was me. 😈) I ask him if he needed a warm place to cum and he says yes. “let me shower first.” i respond with “no need just stop by.” “you dirty fucker i’m on my way” he shows up about 15 minutes later. I can smell his gym musk while he’s standing behind me lining his cock up with my hole. he slides in and feels how wet i am. “how many loads are you in right now.” “4 sir” he pulls out for a second. “taste these loads on my cock.” he shoves his cock in my mouth. “clean that dick slut” He fucks my mouth about before sliding back into my hole. He fucks me for about a minute and tells me he’s gonna give me my 5th load. He pumps in me with his cock halfway in my hole. he pulls out slowly and some of his load, and the loads previous trickle out of my hole. Guy 6 messaged me with no profile info on grindr. “addres?” i give it to him and 10 minutes later he’s inside me. he’s got what feels like a big dick. thick too. He fucks me for a good 3 minutes and then silently pulses in me. Guy 7 48 year old married man messaged on sniffles saying he needed to cum really bad. “i’ve got a few loads in me if you don’t mind” “i’m married so maybe just a blow job” i wanted his load in my ass but who am i to refuse a man a place to cum. I send him my address and he’s here in about 5 minutes. I go to reposition my self so i can suck him but feel two hands on my hips before i can move. I feel his cock start to enter me. “I changed my mind im adding my load to that hole.” “thank you sir.” i reply. he pumps into me about 9-10 times and pulls my hips deep into him and lets out a loud moan. Guy 8: 40 year old bear type also living in the neighborhood. he messaged me on sniffies and i sent him my address. “damn i live a few doors down.” he’s here in seconds. He sees the loads overflowing out of my hole. He plunges a 9 inch cock into my mess of a hole. He tells me i feel so good. He cums deep inside me. Pulling out some more loads as his cock pulls out. Guy 9: last load of the day. 60 year old married daddy. “ how many loads boy?” “8 sir.” “damn you’re sloppy aren’t you?” yes sir. I send him my address and he’s here in 6 minutes. he stretches my already loose hole with a thick cock. “do you like that daddy cock in your young hole?” yes daddy.” I say in a whimpered voice. “you want daddy to give you another load boy?” “yes please daddy shoot deep in me.” “here it comes boy.” he grunts and tells me to take his load. I do so with a smile on my face. he pulls out and is on his way. as i am writing this i still feel some left over cum in my hole although with how sloppy i got most of it came out yesterday. I love being a warm place for men to cum.

This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!

Can’t resist posting some more I love my dick. It’s not the biggest or the thickest but lotsa guys love suckn it…

Everyone should decide when they are ready for sex and not when its legal age who decide for them.

Would you mind coming over on Nextdoor and reinforcing that to the Karens who think the Guidelines shouldn't apply to them? The past two days (we can all imagine why) have made the LGBT Politics threads here look downright meek. Some of the things that get said from behind a keyboard on a literally hyper-local (read: down the same block in the same subdivision) neighborhood-focused network make you think they have the intelligence of a baseball score. Especially in a state with Constitutional Carry laws. ____________________________ Yes you have First Amendment rights. Keep in mind that everyone also has Second Amendment rights.

In the gangbang of my dreams, the Tops are all competing to do the nastiest and most degrading things possible to me. Constantly trying to one up eachother and sharing ideas and bonding over improving their craft. Not a care or concern for me. I am just a blank canvass for their abuse. Some stupid, naive, spoiled brat who wanted to be the center of attention because of his sexy feminine looks. In way over my head with no going back. No escape. These men only care that Im a virgin because they see me as something pretty to destroy. An object for them to discover the limits of their abuse with no regard for mine. So many men there that my mind just breaks. Me going from arrogant, virgin princess to pleading, crying victim to pathetic, begging cockwhore bimbo. Following every nasty demand to the delight of the Gods that they have become. Its a scene I can never get out of my head.

I'm assuming that when he said "It's done" that he ensured the bottom would convert by giving him a blood slam... or will he make the young man another offer of sex for money that he will find difficult to refuse? I hope it doesn't end here as the story line was excellent and very well written.

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.

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.

I may not be hung but I certainly make up for up in thickness.

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

I want someone that will not only cum in my butt with poz cum, but I also want someone that will pee in my butt as well. I really wanna feel what it's like to be flooded with chem piss up my ass, and I will be sure to convert then!

It's nice to hearing ABS still exist in part of the world. I wondered into a ABS in the late '80's and discovered the gloryhole with anon partner servicing my cock. Some guy's gave me the best BJ in the world. But I got curious and soon dropped to my knees to taste other's cocks and loved the feel of other's cock down my throat...swallow other's hot loads into my gut. Yes, I too had become a cocksucker and loved it.

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

Super hot, wanna do that as well! Did you have any 'enhancements' or were you totally sober throughout the session?

Damn. That's why I love massages from massuers. They give subtle clues. Even though I like getting fucked, I think I would like to have the massuer climb on my cock and take my load.

When I use to go in the arcade a lot there was way more white men but the black men were mostly bigger but always smell nice and always took charge without being mean like some whites. One Sunday afternoon I was in my corner booth with door open a little no one was there but Mr and I seen a tall black man walking holding his cock stopping to watch videos. It was the longest I ever seen I push the door open a little more and slid to my knees as he step in he smell so good and he guided his cock into my mouth I tighten my lips and he stroke me for awhile probing the top of my throat and it was heaven then his cock went right down into my throat and I didn't even gag or nothing. After awhile he came with the head of his ten inch cock at least three or four inches down in my throat. It was so good . He told me to be in the same booth every Sunday afternoon and he would give me Sunday school lessons and he did for almost a year. It is so good to have a man fuck my mouth who make me feel proud to make him happy😔

Was in my Gyms locker room this morning and this Adonis of a Black man was literally just slowly jacking his bbc in front of everyone not caring, I rolled over to him asked if I could touch and he told me to be a Good boy and put my mouth on it so I did as I was told. Deep throated him as others watched, sucked his balls and even ate his ass. He shot a huge load down my throat

Always raw, I want that load left in me.

I posted an ad on all the gay/bi hookup apps saying “Wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass bareback? Taking loads. Hosting now!” I got a reply and in minutes he was on the way. I answered the knock on the door. There he stood, 6’2” of 30:something fit man meat. He had that smirk on his face knowing that he was gonna skull fuck me and wreck my ass. I invited him inside immediately. In the dim, fucking sleazy light of the living room, I, Bi Bottom Cocksucker, was already drooling for some nasty cock. The air was thick with the stench of raw lust, every breath making my dick twitch with need. I locked eyes with this beast of a man, his stare promising to ruin me in the best way. No words were needed; his hard-on bulging through his pants said it all. I dropped to my knees like a greedy little slut, the carpet scraping my skin as I yanked down his jeans. Out sprang that cock—nine inches of thick, veiny meat, dripping with precum, begging for my mouth. I didn’t waste a second. My lips wrapped around it, tongue lapping at the salty, musky head. I sucked it like the pro cocksucker I am, spit and precum making it a sloppy mess, gagging as he rammed it down my throat. His hands gripped my hair, forcing me deeper, claiming my mouth like it was his personal fuckhole. “Damn,you suck cock better than my girlfriend,” he said. Which didn’t surprise me since I hear that all the time. But getting his cock sucked wasn’t enough for him. “Bend over, I’m gonna pound your ass,” he growled, yanking me off his cock with a wet pop. I scrambled to obey, bending over the couch, my pre-lubed ass up and ready, my hole twitching for what was coming. His rough hands spread me wide, spitting right on my tight hole. Then that cock—still slick from my own spit —pressed against me. The first push was fucking intense, stretching my tight ass open, forcing its way in. I felt every inch, the burn of that thick meat splitting me apart, hitting my second sphincter and making me scream with pain and pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his voice dripping with lust as he pounded into me. Each thrust was brutal, my ass taking that cock like it was made to be fucked, the sound of his balls slapping against me filling the room. My hole stretched wide, gripping him, the feeling of being so full driving me fucking wild. He pulled out suddenly, leaving my ass gaping and hungry. “Turn around, taste your ass, you dirty bitch,” he ordered. I spun around fast, my mouth open, eager for it. That cock, slick with my own ass juice, went straight back into my mouth. The taste was nasty—my musk mixed with his precum—and I fucking loved it. Ass to mouth, I sucked it clean, my tongue working every inch. But he wasn’t done with my ass. He shoved me back over the couch, slamming that cock back into me, fucking me even harder. My hole stretched and burned, taking every brutal thrust, the sensation of being used like a cumdump making my cock rock hard without even touching it. He pulled out again, and I was back on my knees, sucking that cock fresh from my ass. Ass to mouth, over and over, the taste of my own hole becoming second nature, the filth of it making me hornier than ever. Finally, his grunts got louder, his thrusts into my mouth more desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he unloaded, his cock buried in my throat, pumping hot, thick cum straight into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, the mix of cum and my own ass juice coating my tongue, my body shaking from the raw, filthy intensity. When he caught his breath, he said that when he saw me with my mouth full of his cock, that he recognized me from my many uploaded pics and videos online of me sucking cock. He said, “you know that if you online search your screen name, Bi Bottom Cock Sucker, that you’ll find dozens of pics/videos online of you with a mouthful of cock?” I was perplexed because I thought I was mostly closeted as a Bi Cocksucker. Oh well, ooops! He fucked me once again after a brief timeout and this time loaded my ass with his cum. When he left, I was completely satisfied - my ass wrecked and dripping with cum. After he got home, he texted me saying that I sucked cock as good as in my videos and that he wanted to do it again. I agreed, and from that day, I became his regular cocksucker and cum dump. If you liked this story and would like to add me as your cocksucker and cum dump, you know what to do…..

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.

The video call connected with a soft chime, Jay’s face appearing on the screen with that familiar smirk—half amusement, half hunger. Doug had barely settled onto the couch, his skin still buzzing from the memory of last night’s party, the way bodies had pressed against him, the way Chris had used him. His cock twitched just thinking about it, the weight of his phone warm in his palm as he angled it to hide the way his free hand was already drifting toward his lap. “You look wrecked,” Jay observed, voice low, eyes darkening as he took in Doug’s flushed cheeks, the way his breath hitched when their gazes locked. “Arthur and Piet’s party that good, huh?” Doug swallowed, his fingers brushing over the fabric of his sweatpants, teasing the outline of his thickening cock. “You have no idea,” he murmured, voice rough. “It was… intense. There were so many guys, and they all just—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale as his fingertips traced the seam of his zipper, imagining it was Jay’s hand there instead. “They knew what they wanted. No hesitation. Just… hands and mouths and—fuck, Jay, I’ve never been used like that before.” Jay’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, his own hand disappearing beneath the frame of the camera. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice dropping into that gravelly register that made Doug’s stomach clench. “I want to hear everything. How many cocks did you take? How many loads?” Doug’s breath stuttered as he palmed himself through the fabric, the pressure sending a jolt straight to his balls. “I lost count after the third load,” he admitted, voice trembling. “There was this one guy—big, rough, just shoved me against the wall and—” His fingers fumbled with his zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet of his apartment. “He didn’t even ask. Just spit in his hand and—” The head of his cock sprang free, already flushed dark, precum beading at the slit. Doug groaned, stroking himself slowly, his grip loose but needy. “Fuck, Jay, I let him. I wanted it.” Jay’s breath hitched, his own movements growing more urgent beneath the table. “Good boy,” he praised, voice thick. “You deserve to be used like that. To be filled up. Tell me—were any of them particularly special?” Doug’s hips jerked, his stroke faltering as his cock throbbed in his grip. “Y-yeah,” he gasped. “One of them—Chris—he told me how loaded he was. Recently converted. Said he wanted to infect me.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, his balls drawing tight. “I begged for it, Jay. I wanted it so bad.” Jay’s groan was raw, almost pained. “Fuck, Doug, you’re gonna make me cum just from listening to you.” The camera jostled slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the silence between them. “Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me fucking that tight hole of yours raw. Pretend I’m the one filling you up with my POZ cum, knocking you up proper.” Doug whimpered, his hand flying over his cock, precum slicking his fingers. “Jay—fuck—” His voice cracked as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing in his grip, ropes of cum splattering across his chest, his abs. He shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his release dripped down his fingers. Jay’s own groan was guttural, his face twisting in pleasure as he came, his voice a filthy whisper. “Good boy. Such a slut for it.” For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the sticky heat of release clinging to Doug’s skin. Then Jay’s smirk returned, lazy and satisfied. “You know,” he drawled, “I was thinking… Chris and I go back a ways. From Arthur and Piet’s parties. Bet he’d be up for a threesome when I get home.” His eyes gleamed. “But don’t wait for me, baby. Take as much of that poison as you can handle.” Doug’s chest tightened, his spent cock twitching at the thought. “You—you’d really want that?” Jay’s laugh was dark, knowing. “I live for it, Doug. Knowing you're getting bred? Fucking hell yes.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Just don’t tell me after. I wanna hear it while it’s happening. Wanna hear you beg for his toxic cum.” The text came the next afternoon, just as Doug was stepping out of the shower, his skin still prickling from the scalding water. His phone buzzed against the sink, Chris’s name flashing on the screen. Chris: Miss my cock already, chaser? Craving another dose? Doug’s fingers trembled as he typed back, his cock already stirring at the memory of Chris’s weight pinning him down, the way he’d owned him. Doug: I sure as fuck am. Your place? Now? Chris’s reply was instant, a filthy promise that made Doug’s knees weak. Chris: Door’s open. Be ready to take it like the hungry slut you are. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with the musk of last night’s encounters. Chris was already naked when Doug stepped inside, his cock half-hard, veiny and thick, the head glistening with precum. He didn’t speak, just crooked a finger, beckoning Doug forward like a dog in heat. Doug obeyed without hesitation, stripping as he crossed the room, his cock aching, desperate. Chris’s hands were on him the second he was close enough, shoving him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach. A rough grip on his hips yanked him up, ass in the air, and Doug moaned, spreading his legs wider in invitation. “Fuck, you’re in heat,” Chris growled, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Already dripping for it.” A thick finger pressed against Doug’s hole, teasing before sinking in knuckle-deep. Doug gasped, his cock leaking onto the sheets. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to fill you up again. Knock you the fuck up.” “Yes—please—” Doug’s voice was a broken whine, his body trembling with need. “I need it, Chris. Need you to—fuck—” His words cut off into a cry as Chris’s cock pressed against him, the stretch burning, perfect. Chris didn’t go slow. He slammed home in one brutal thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “Gonna breed you, chaser,” he snarled, his rhythm punishing, relentless. “Gonna pump you so full of my poison you’ll feel it in your bones.” His fingers tangled in Doug’s hair, yanking his head back as he fucked him harder, deeper. “You’re mine tonight. My little incubator.” Doug sighed, his cock throbbing, untouched but aching, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Chris’s words, the way his body was being used. “Yes—yes—” He could feel it, the heat coiling in his gut, his balls drawn tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—” “Do it,” Chris commanded, his voice a dark growl. “Come for me, slut. Milk my cock with that tight hole while you shoot.” The order sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed, cum spilling onto the sheets in thick, messy ropes as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Chris’s cock still half-hard inside him, his cum dripping out of Doug’s stretched hole. Doug panted, his body humming, his mind hazy with endorphins. “Jay… the guy I'm dating...” he murmured, the thought slipping out before he could stop it. “He wants a threesome. With you.” Chris’s chuckle was dark, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Doug’s hip. “Oh, I know Jay.” His teeth grazed Doug’s shoulder. “He loves watching his boy get bred. Bet he’d get off on you taking both our loads.” Doug shivered, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. “You’d—you’d really be into that?” Chris’s cock twitched inside him, his voice a filthy purr. “Dude, I’d love to see that pretty hole of yours stretched around Jay’s cock while mine’s still leaking out of you.” His fingers pressed against Doug’s entrance, pushing his own cum back inside. “Think you can handle two of us knocking you up?” The extra key Doug had given Jay turned in the lock three days later, his voice calling out before the door even swung open. “Doug? You decent, or am I walking in on you getting railed again?” Doug’s laugh was nervous, his fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. He was anything but decent—his body still ached from Chris’s rough handling, his hole sore in the best way, the memory of their encounter fresh and filthy in his mind. “Just me,” he called back, though the words felt like a lie. Because it wasn’t just him anymore. Not after everything. Jay strode into the living room, his gaze raking over Doug with that familiar hunger, his silver beard glinting in the afternoon light. “Miss me?” he asked, but his tone was knowing, his smirk telling Doug he already knew the answer. “Always,” Doug breathed, stepping into Jay’s space, his hands finding the hard planes of his chest. “But I might’ve… invited someone else to miss you with me.” Jay’s eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued. “Oh?” Doug bit his lip, his pulse racing. “Chris is coming over.” Jay’s grin was slow, predatory. “Well, well.” His hands slid down to grip Doug’s ass, squeezing possessively. “You’ve been a busy boy, haven’t you?” His voice dropped, his breath hot against Doug’s ear. “Did he fuck that tight hole of yours raw? Fill you up with his poison like you begged for?” Doug’s cock jerked, his body reacting instantly to the filth in Jay’s voice. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “He—he bred me, Jay. Said he wanted to infect me.” Jay’s groan was dark, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Fuck, Doug. You’re gonna make me hard just talking about it.” He pulled back just enough to meet Doug’s gaze, his eyes burning. “You want that, don’t you? Want us both to knock you up. Fill you so full of cum you won’t know where one load ends and the other begins.” Doug whimpered, his cock straining against his jeans. “God, yes—” The knock at the door was sharp, impatient. Jay’s smirk widened. “Speak of the devil.” He gave Doug’s ass one last squeeze before stepping back. “Go let him in, slut. And strip on your way. I want to see that used hole of yours when he walks in.” Doug obeyed without hesitation, his fingers fumbling with his zipper as he made his way to the door. Chris stood on the other side, his expression dark with hunger, his gaze dropping immediately to Doug’s exposed cock, already leaking. “Fuck,” Chris muttered, stepping inside, his hands going straight to Doug’s hips, pulling him flush against his body. “You’re dripping for it already.” Jay’s voice cut through the haze of desire, low and commanding. “Get on the bed, Doug. Ass in the air. Let Chris remind you what it feels like to get bred.” Doug moaned, crawling onto the mattress, his body trembling with anticipation. Chris didn’t waste time, his cock already free, thick and veiny, the head glistening. He spat into his palm, stroking himself as he knelt behind Doug, his other hand spreading Doug’s cheeks wide. “Look at that mess,” Jay murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he stripped, his own cock already hard, curving down toward his balls. “Still gaping from last time.” His fingers traced the rim of Doug’s hole, bringing it to his lips. “Mmm. Tastes like sin.” Chris didn’t tease. He lined up and slammed home, his cock stretching Doug open in one brutal thrust. Doug cried out, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body already aching for it. “Fuck him hard,” Jay ordered, his voice a dark growl as he stroked himself, his gaze locked on where Chris’s cock disappeared into Doug’s body. “Knock up my boyfriend, Chris. Fill him up with that toxic cum.” Doug’s vision whited out, his cock throbbing, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Jay’s words, the way Chris owned him. “Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—” “Do it,” Jay snarled, his hand flying over his cock. “Come for us, slut. Show Chris how much you love taking his poison.” Doug’s release hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing, cum spilling onto the sheets as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. Jay didn’t give him time to recover. His fingers replaced Chris’s cock, scratching inside Doug’s stretched hole, pushing Chris’s cum deeper inside. “Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, his cock pressing against Doug’s entrance. “Gonna breed his toxic load in as deep as it can go.” Doug sobbed, his body trembling, his mind a haze of pleasure and filth. “Jay—please—I need—” Jay’s cock sank into him in one smooth thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his rhythm punishing. “What do you need, baby?” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me exactly what you want.” Doug’s voice broke, his confession spilling out in a trembling whisper. “I—I want to be pozzed. I want you to infect me. I need it, Jay. Need to be—” Jay’s thrusts faltered as he shot deep into Doug's second ring, his expression darkening, his cock still buried deep inside Doug. For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of Doug’s words hanging between them. Then Jay’s voice came, barely above a whisper, his fingers tightening on Doug’s hips. “Maybe you already are, baby…” His voice cracked, his gaze locked on Doug’s face, his expression unreadable. “You're awfully hot in there.”

Doug sat on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. Jay was on a work trip and had been since their revealing last encounter. Jay's absence made his confused feelings even harder to manage than they already would have been. His fingers traced the edge of his phone, hesitating for a moment before he finally tapped Jay's contact. The call connected, and Jay's face appeared on the screen, his silver hair slightly tousled, cheeks a bit red and a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, handsome," Jay greeted, his voice smooth and warm. "What're you up to?" Doug felt a flutter in his chest, the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness that Jay always seemed to evoke. "Not much," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just missing you. What about you?" Jay's smirk widened, and he turned the phone slightly, revealing the room behind him. Doug's breath hitched as he saw Jay lying on a bed, a young twunk with long blond hair straddling him, riding his raw cock with eager abandon. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Doug's groin, his cock twitching in his pants. "Having a bit of fun," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll call you back later, yeah?" Doug's mind raced, a whirlwind of arousal and something darker, something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Later." The call ended, and Doug was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding. He shifted on the couch, his cock now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped himself, freeing his thick length, and began to stroke, his mind filled with the image of Jay and the blond twunk. He was jealous, but it also somehow turned him on to think of his man's raw cock in some other slut's hole. The raw cock that had fucked him and filled his own ass with cum. Later that night, his phone rang again. Jay's face appeared on the screen, and Doug answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey," he said, his voice husky. Jay's eyes were dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "You liked what you saw earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial. Doug swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the memory. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was surprised. I haven't really thought about fucking with other guys since we started dating. I guess I assumed it was the same for you." Jay's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Males are hardwired to want multiple partners," he explained. "It's only some other stronger desire that ever suppresses that urge. And I might really like you, Doug. But I know I really like fucking you. I don't want to mess up my chance to find out if I like you by confusing lust with love." Jay's smirk widened, and he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Besides, like told you, I want you to be my slut for POZ cum," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Find someone tonight. Someone POZ. I want you to ride his raw cock and tell me all about it. And I'll tell you about my trick too." Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He still felt a pang of jealousy, but beneath that, there was a thrill, a dark excitement at Jay's words. "Okay," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. After the call ended, Doug logged online, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Gord's profile, a POZ undetectable guy he'd hooked up with before. He'd felt a pang of guilt after their encounters and so had avoided Gord's further invitations, but tonight, Jay's words echoed in his mind, pushing him forward. He sent Gord a message, inviting him over. Gord arrived quickly, his tall frame filling the doorway. He had an ugly face but a killer body, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes filled with desire. They didn't waste time with pleasantries, their bodies crashing together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring, claiming. Gord pushed Doug onto the bed, his body covering Doug's, his cock hard and ready. Doug spread his legs, inviting Gord in, and with a low groan, Gord entered him, his raw cock filling Doug completely. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Doug rode Gord's cock, his own thick length bouncing with each movement, his body alive with pleasure. He could feel Gord's cock throbbing inside him, the raw, unprotected sex sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He came with a cry, his cum spilling onto Gord's chest, and Gord followed soon after, his release filling Doug completely. The next night, Doug did tell Jay all about it, his voice low and as he described every detail. Jay listened, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Very hot."

Do I like being Poz? Sometimes I don’t even think about the high level of toxicity of my dick. Is it free to think no more HIV scares? Absolutely. I love knowing that I’m already a Poz cum dumpster that loves taking loads no load refused. In all I love it.

first time i ever slid my cock inside a bottom it was anonymous and i was raw. feeling my cock pulse around his guts wrapped around my cock made me want to chase that feeling

Part 5 I was floating in the clouds, but I knew that Papi was fucking me. So whose cock is this? "Nice bottom you got here Joe," the stranger said. "Damn, his eyes are huge. How fucked up is he?" "Hey Mark, this bottom slut is Kevin. We have been smoking for a few hours now and he drank a healthy load of chempiss." "Fuck! You found yourself a pig in the making. Hey boy, open up and suck my cock." Mark was tapping his cock against my lips before I opened up. He had a huge mushroom head that barely fit in my mouth. As he slid in, his shaft stretched open my mouth like I was trying to shove a beer can in. I barely kept my teeth off his cock as he hit my throat and stopped. He had to be over 8 inches as I could still see a good amount of dick not in my mouth. He slid back out and rubbed his cock all over my lips and face, spreading his precum around. I eagerly stuck out my tongue trying to taste his precum. It was salty and a similar bitter taste as Papi's piss. "Fuck I might have to give him a load of chempiss as well when I get done fucking his holes." "Use him, he's just a hole," Papi said. They got in a rhythm fucking my ass and mouth. Mark steadily worked on my deep throating, sliding his cock in as far as he could before I gagged. I understood that if I didn't want to choke, I needed to breathe through my nose and hold it as he slide in. I felt my throat fully accept his cock as his hairy balls bounced off my chin. Burning my nose in his pubes, all I could smell was his sweat and musk. It was intoxicating and drove me to suck harder. This went on until I could hear Papi grunting behind me, "fucking take that cum boy." His hips slammed into mine on his final thrusts before he buried his cock in my ass, depositing his seed inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me as his cock pulse out the last drops. It didn't feel as big as the last time, but it was cum in my ass and I loved it. "Lube up that hole for my fat cock," Mark said. "I'm dying to get in there and stretch him out." Pulling his cock out of my throat, a thick strand of spit still connected us. Papi grunted, still catching his breath as he pulled his half hard cock from my hole. He slapped his cock on my ass a few times, making the emptiness I felt inside even more noticeable. Climbing off of me, he grabbed my feet and gave me a spin so my ass was facing Mark. "All yours buddy." Mark grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up to his cock. He thrusted up my crack a couple times to rub the excess spit onto my hole. I felt him line up his head to my hole and pop inside. I gasped at the intrusion while he slide inside with one fluid motion. I could feel my hole stretch the farther is got inside of me. His fat mushroom pushed most of Papi's cum deep. My ass was tolerating his girth thanks to the excessive finger fucking Papi gave me earlier. At this point, I was taking deep gulps trying to catch my breath from his initial entry. My prostate was tingling as his beer can pressed on it with more force than Papi. I felt him pull out, teasing my hole with his head before slamming back in. He did this for a couple minutes, pulling out completely and going balls deep. I started moaning and gasping for air as I adjusted to his cock fucking me. "While you got your mouth open boy, why don't you clean off my cock while I get us a fresh bowl." Papi's cock was half hard but so much easier to suck than Marks. As I started sucking his cock, I could taste what cum stayed on his shaft. My tongue swirled around his head trying to collect all the precum under his foreskin. My lust to have his cum took over and I started sucking his cock with vigor to get it hard again. Papi scooted forward so my nose was nestled in his pubes and his cock started filling my throat. After some twists and jerks, he settled down having grabbed his supplies and started loading the pipe. Not long after I heard the click of the torch again. Unconsciouslly I started pulling my head back as I looked up at Papi desperation in my eyes. I knew I shouldn't but I wanted that hit more than anything. Papi chuckled as he blew his hit into my face before bringing the pipe down to my lips. Mark ground his hips into me before I locked my lips onto the pipe. I tried to focus on the white clouds swirling around as he ground his hips into me. I took a deep breath in feeling my lungs expand easier as the meth rushed through me. "Hold that in and then you are going to take another hit," Papi said. The torch clicked behind me as I heard Mark take a hit. My lungs straining to hold in all the smoke but I held until Papi gave me the okay. As I exhaled, there was a warmth hitting the back of my head as Mark pulled his cock out with a pop. "Damn I gapped that hole Joe." Mark took another hit before passing the pipe and torch back to Papi. I felt him back off my ass and was confused as I thought he was going to keep fucking me. Suddenly he latched onto my ass, chewing on my hole before exhaling his hit. It felt even better than when Papi did it but I had no time to moan as the smoking pipe was thrust into my lips. He kept it up for another minute before pulling away to watch the smoke trickle out of my ass. My ass lips were swollen and purple. They throbbed as he teased his mushroom head in and out before thrusting in. After a third hit, I latched onto Papi's dick sliding straight to his pubes. Gagging slightly, I held onto the smoke as long as I could. I heard the torch click again, unsure which man had the pipe as I exhaled through my nose. The rush drove me higher and I deepthroated that cock as much as I could. Mark was ruthlessly fucking my ass as they passed the pipe back and forth. I felt small stabs of pain each time he angled his cock differently but by the third stroke I was moaning in pleasure. I lost track of time how long they where fucking me. Papi took over as I felt his hand on my head, sliding me up and down his cock. His balls tightened up, slapping my chin harder as he grunted. My head was pulled into his groin like he was trying to thrust threw my face. I tried not to gag as I felt his cock pulsing in my throat. "Fuck that feels amazing boy. Fucking breed that ass Mark, fill him up!" Mark was breathing heavily as his hips were slamming into me. His cock expanded, hardening into a steel rod. I felt my insides get pulverized with each thrust. With a final grunt, his cum shot deep into my hole and mixed with Papi's. I started feeling bloated from the volume of cum. Mark collapsed onto my back as his shots lessened in force. Papi worked his cock out of my mouth, back and forth so I could suck all his cum out. He laid back onto the pillows with a content sigh as he watched Mark keep humping my ass. I was happy feeling his hairy chest rub into my back and his hot breath on my neck. I twisted my head to look around the room for any more surprises when I caught sight of the clock. 'Oh shit,' I thought. 'Its almost 4am, where did all that time go.' A small part of my brain hoped that this was it, but the meth took over washing away any thoughts other than cock and cum. I subconsciously flexed my hole around Mark's cock and rotated my hips in small circles. His cock lost that steel edge but my movements brought him back to full hardness. "I got at least two more loads for you boy," Mark whispered in my ear as he started long dicking my hole again.

In the ass . To me, that is the definition of bottoming. Also, in the circumstances, that load in the ass can be lube for the next guy

Another Real Experience: - Excelling at CusTomer Service; Part 3 – Rental Surprise I had actually posted this true story elsewhere but those sites are "no more", now's the perfect time to include it with my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. Therefore, here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". So a couple of summers back, a friend and colleague was going on vacation for a couple of weeks and asked me a favor - she knew that I generally don't do rentals, only sales, but these were customers of hers who had bought a new bigger house and wanted to rent out their current one for a year or two until the market improved. I generally DON'T do rentals, but she's a good friend, and it was a $3000 rental, so a good commission. I go to the house to take pictures and to meet with the owners after my friend let them know I would be handling it, and was in for a bit of a surprise. I got to the place - it was awesome for a small house: pool, hot tub, koi pond, bbq pit in the back yard and great interiors with huge tubs and showers on each floor. The wife met me first, cool lady kinda hot in a "tough chick" sort of way... and then the husband came downstairs. Fortunately, his wife was looking at me and not him when his jaw hit the floor and he recognized me. I had to suppress a chuckle as I said "oh, hey Ted! Didn't know this was your house". Ted with a crooked smile said "yeah, it's my second wife's house, actually... and we just bought one together." "You two know each other? How cool!" Wifey number 2 puts in. "Yes," I said, "from the 'Y' - we work out at the same time frequently enough..." If she only knew HOW we'd worked out, one particular time in general... Ted is a real hottie - used to be an NYC fireman, now works construction as a carpenter and is a volunteer fireman in our 'burb here just outside the big apple. Built like a baseball or soccer player, he's got a great mesomorph body, awesome pecs, nice dick and a beautiful hairy bubble butt. Coloring -wise he's "Black Irish": very pale but not unattractive skin, piercing blue eyes and dark brown thick head of hair and a '70s clone-style 'stache that on him is very hot. He's about 2 inches shorter than my 6' and at the time he was - like me - in his late '40s but in really good shape. I'd immediately noticed him at the gym, years ago when I first moved back home to the burbs after a couple of decades in NYC. A total hottie and just my type. But a wedding ring, and though he looked around a lot more than usual for a straight guy, he didn't respond to any of the usual clues. Interestingly, our YMCA's steam room actually DOES get active every once in a while, but you have to be really careful as it is co-ed, though few women use the steam room. Also, some guys are just not cool. Ted had occasionally been in the steam room when some groping or even a little oral got started, but at first he always left. After a while, he started to stay, though appeared to look away. Finally he got to the point of openly watching. It was after one of those sessions when the guy who was blowing me did so for only about 2 minutes before he shot himself and hastily exited that we finally spoke to each other. "You seemed to be enjoying the show" I said, pointing out his tented towel. He actually blushed and said "yeah, I can't believe how easy it can be for you guys". We talked a bit (seems he HAD gotten some blow jobs from guys before in the past on a couple of occasions) so I asked if he wanted to try some more again. He said yes, but not there and invited me back to his new apartment, which he had gotten upon divorcing his wife. It was a very short drive, we could have walked, and I followed him in after pulling my "play bag" out of the trunk of my car. He was amazed that I had videos, lube, toys and leather gear with me, and that my partner was cool with me playing on the side when he was working. Ted said he wanted to try out more than just getting a blow job but was scared, and he lamented that he didn't have any weed because he knew that would relax him. I told him I didn't either (I actually have problems with the stuff, I may be allergic) but that I did have a pipe with me and stuff that would make him feel really good, and really horny and lower some inhibitions, but wouldn't leave him out of it or unaware of what was happening. He was all for it, and I pulled out the glass cock and filled it up with the icy crystals and *puff* he was having his first dance with Miss T. We popped in one of my videos that had a woman or two in a couple of the scenes, and stripped down to our boxers. Jerking led quickly to mutual jerking and soon the boxers were gone and I was on the floor between his hairy muscle thighs sucking that very nice dick - he loved it. I pulled out the poppers and took a huff, and swallowed his dick to the balls - he says "can I try some of those? What do I do?" I pulled off briefly, told him how to huff and NOT get stuff up his nose, took a hit, handed him the bottle and went back to sword-swallowing. He took a hit and moaned, so I pushed his legs up and attacked his hairy hole (knowing we'd both showered at the gym) and he just squirmed and loved that. I pulled back, asking if he liked it and he said "oh fuck yeah". I fired up the torch and we had a few more major hits, and I said "any interest in reciprocating?" He said he'd give it a shot... he took a few more fortifying puffs off the pipe, took a long hit of poppers and basically went nuts on my hard dick, sucking, licking, licking my balls and even a gave me a rim job - which he actually stayed on better and longer than the blow job (and - not his fault - he did use his teeth a bit unknowingly.) All the while, whenever his mouth was free for a moment, he was all "fuck this is hot, fuck this is hot". Finally he moved us to the bedroom... bringing my play bag, vids, the glass cock the poppers and all. A few more clouds shared and we were in a 69... nice. His tongue seemed more used to hole than dick (probably used to eating pussy) so he was back to that shortly. I asked if he wanted to fuck that hole, and he was all for it. I said watch the vid, while I check on something and left him with the torch and pipe and took my "emergency" kit to the bathroom and found I was just fine for being fucked, quickly washed the kit and got back in there. He asked what I had been doing, and I briefly explained without any off-putting details that I was making sure I was clean for a fuck. We puffed more (thank god he wasn't getting Tina Dick), I pulled out two kinds of lube and he mounted me - me on all fours with him behind and both of us facing the video. He liked it, a lot, and gave me a huge load. We puffed more when he got done, and he was clearly still majorly turned on. He kept asking about getting fucked, and what it felt like, and did it make me feel less like a man (hardly) and so on, and finally asked if he could try it if I would promise to stop if he hated it. I agreed, and he asked about the whole bathroom thing. I explained, gave him the kit, told him what to do, and how to do it and for how long, and set him at it with the poppers while I kicked back with the pipe. A little bit later he was back, like me there was really nothing there to worry about, and he made sure to wash well so I could get my tongue back in before we started. With the torch firing, we did hits while I blew some of the smoke up his butt and mounted him the way he did me - doggie style facing the porn. He didn't seem like the face to face kissing type - at least not yet. I gave him the poppers and told him to take some gentle huffs while I was entering him, and he did. Slowly but surely, I got inside and started a slow pulse after he told me he was okay and his hole had accepted it. We built up speed and had a long serious fuck that he seemed to like very very well. I didn't shoot, as I'd played the night before (that's why the bag was in the car) and he told me it was awesome, but he wasn't sure he'd ever have the guts to do it again. Sure enough, after that, he didn't quite avoid me at the gym, but he certainly never came to the steam room again and when he did speak to me it was in a group. Then my schedule changed and I was not working out at that time of day anymore... so I hadn't seen him much the last two years. UNTIL my friend asked me for a favor and I found myself listing his (well, his new wife's) house for rent. He did manage to let me know that he'd really enjoyed what we did... and maybe, MAYBE he might want to repeat sometime. I thought I might get the chance to have time to add some persuasion to that - but the listing was so damn good the place rented THAT afternoon as soon as I put it in the system. Ah well, if my friend needs to travel around the time they close on their new house... who knows?