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Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

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.

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

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** --PART 2-- “Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”? Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face. “Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand. “Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!” “You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang. “Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us. “But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt. ‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?” William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.” “I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?” “You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….” God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz. “No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded. “There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.” With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole. Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s fuckchute. As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain: “And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’” Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. “I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.” And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten. But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in. --1 WEEK LATER-- The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus. “I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?” AT THE BLUE DOOR Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination. “Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation. In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock. “6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it. Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz. “Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.” “Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion. “C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties. The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers. We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera. “C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening. We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes. “These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock. “Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed. I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten! The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above. Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get. At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole. Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me. Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.” The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me. Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times. The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William. “Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips. ‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!” “I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William. “Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.” With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home. Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole. “How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.” “Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood! It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin. 1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out. “I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff. He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked! We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all: “Let’s go pozfuck.” THE END

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

Mainly bottom but getting back into topping.

I haven’t topped for many years. I’m a total dedicated bottom now, but anyway if it pleases anyone here’s one more.

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.

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.

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Here's mine. Beer can thick, 8 inches around. My ex referred to it as a traffic cone.

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

Hi 🙂 Last dose last night, stranger on a dating site, the guy doesn't know about PREP, says he's clean, but at the same time doesn't seem very informed about STI screening. For my part, I sucked him off because he needed it, even though I prefer direct anal sex, then he ejaculated inside me. Of course, I'm not taking PREP and I'm negative... actively looking for POZ.

here's one LOVELY point of view that Kirk espoused He also lashed out at the gay community, denouncing what he called the “LGBTQ agenda,” expressing opposition to same-sex marriage and suggesting that the Bible verse Leviticus 20:13, which endorses the execution of homosexuals, serves as “God’s perfect law when it comes to sexual matters.”....just in case you were unaware, Leviticus 20:13 states 3 “‘If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.. So in other words, Kirk was asking for you, personally, to be put to death because you are gay...never mind that there were laws against eating shellfish, or using cotton and poly blend clothes. I am not mourning his death.

In a park last night, a young black guy took me back to his tent, isolated back of a church. He came twice raw in my hole.

Yes Sir!

Well even though I had an amazing night with a country bear the previous night. I was still feeling a little insatiable. I had to head into town in the afternoon anyways. So I decided to prep and get ready. I was pretty horny and wasn't finding any action on line so decided to go to the baths. Not the best decision it was kinda dead and not really anyone around. I didn't stay long and decided to go to the bookstore. It seemed like there were a decent amount of guys there. I sucked a hot bearded guy maybe latino in a booth. He had a nice fat hard dick. He seemed to enjoy me sucking me him but I could tell he wasn't ready to get off. After sucking him for a while he pulled off and thanked me and said he'll be around. I saw several doors closed so I figured a bit of action may be going on behind closed doors. After walking around for a little bit I walked into a booth and looked through the glory hole. I saw an older daddy on the other side. I patiently waited on my knees and he looked at me. He stuck a pretty semi hard cock through the hole. I enjoyed sucking him and was moaning and could feel him getting harder. He seemed to really enjoy me sucking him and he started to fuck my face a little bit. He pulled out for a moment so I took this as a sign. I dropped my shorts and bent over where my ass was at the glory hole and spit on my hole. It did not take long at all until I felt his hard daddy dick pressing against my hole. Fuck I was really tight. He started fucking my hole and although he wasn't all the way in he seemed to still be enjoying himself. After fucking me for a while he pulled out. He got dressed and said thanks. Figured he wasn't ready to cum yet I know not all guys are. I walked around some more and went back to the booths. I looked in a glory hole and saw a hot thinly trimmed bearded latino man on his knees. I looked at him through the glory hole and pulled out my cock. It was semi hard but he was an amazing cocksucker. He got me pretty hard in no time at all. I pulled out for a moment and looked at his face and stroked my cock. My cock was just about rock hard at this point so I pushed my hard cock back in his mouth. He was doing a pretty good job at taking it. I did hear him maybe gag once but he seemed to enjoy sucking my hard cock. I started fucking his face a little bit and he had a slight resistance. So I eased up on him a little. He was really enjoying him servicing my cock but I pulled away from him. I thanked him and said he was great. But I told him I wasn't ready to cum yet. He understood and I left the booth and wiped my dick off. I wasn't ready to cum yet. I walked around some more and didn't seem like too much was going on. I went to the dark room area. I saw the same guy I was sucking earlier the bearded latino guy getting fucked. The trimmly bearded latino guy who was sucking me earlier was in there too. He said he wanted to suck me again so I sit down and let him suck me. Watching and hearing the guy next to me getting fucked got me hard pretty fast. There was a top or someone who was kinda trying to play with my nipples or something too while this was going on. I was loving the whole ambience of the fucking and having my dick sucked it was fun. The guy pulled out of the guy he was fucking. Wasn't sure if he bred him or not it didn't sound like. He turned his interest to me. He rubbed my chest and he also tried to lift me up from the guy sucking me. He was successful and he took no time at all and had me bent over. He started trying to fuck me but I was a little tight. He was able to get in partially but he gave up after a certain point. I was fine with that I was enjoying getting sucked more previously. I left the dark room area and washed my dick off. I was kinda chatting with someone in between walking around. I was talking to a specific top that I've seen on multiple occasions. He didn't have most of his barriers of text up tonight it was very less back and forth then normal. He basically told me that if I'm ready he's ready. Fuck yeah once he asked if I was wanting to fuck I left the bookstore immediately. When I got in my car he told me to come over after I told him I'm already prepped. Kinda glad that guy didn't get to fuck me now. I don't know him well enough to know if he likes cummy holes but my hole was not fucked that much that night. I went to his place and greeted him at the door. It was so great to see him again. He was only in some light shorts and he proceeded to go the bed and stripped. He told me to make myself comfortable. I did not need another invitation. I stripped and looked at the sexy daddy on the bed with his hard cock up waiting for me. I think i've described him before but he's an older daddy with a lightly trimmed grey beard. I straddled him and I kissed him. He kissed back and we exchanged a few kisses back and forth. I moved down slightly and started sucking his nipples. He has a very furry chest it's pretty thick fur. I forgot how much I loved it. I enjoyed sucking on his nipple lightly and tasting his furry chest hair at the same time. He was groaning and saying how good it felt. I sucked his other nipple and while he was enjoying this he sort of gently guided me towards his hard cock. I licked his bush area and then gently licked and sucked his balls. He was moaning again saying how good it felt and what a good boy I am. I then licked his cock and took his hard cock in my mouth. I forgot he had a longer dick but also a nice thickness to it. I was enjoying sucking it and going up and down on him. He was saying it felt good and I enjoyed being able to serve his cock. He pulled me up and we kissed again. He lifted his arm pit. I would have been more then happy to service his arm pits but he had heavy deodorant or cologne. So I instead I just nuzzled my nose and face into his pits and he was moaning and and encouraging me. I nuzzled both his arm pits. He then pulled me to him and we kissed some more. Then the hot daddy was worked up enough and he got up. I knew what he wanted. I got up myself and got on all fours. I arched my back towards him and he tossed me a bottle of poppers. I spit on my fingers a little and rubbed some of it on my hole. He did also put lube in my ass and lubed his hard daddy dick. I took a hit of poppers but not a heavy hit and felt his hard dick start to push in me. Fuck it felt so good. I was trying to relax more but I could tell I had some resistance. I was trying to back up on him more or twitch my hole. He took a hit of poppers himself and started to fuck me slowly. He told me "relax boy". I forgot for a moment how he likes to fuck. And he's said it before to relax. I did my best to try to block out everything and relax my hole and my mind. I tried to open myself more and be still. I could feel him getting deeper inside me and was moaning more. He told me that's better and he was starting to fuck me. He likes me to be mostly still and relaxed that way he can fuck the way he wants. Honestly I don't get with a lot of tops that fuck like this but I love it. He threw me the bottles and this time I took a bigger hit. Oh fuck my head was spinning and my hole felt more relaxed and opened up. I took a deep breath and felt my hole loosen up more and he got in deeper. He started fucking me faster. I stopped trying to match his fuck rhythm or back up on. I just tried to arch my back and raise my ass a little more and he took control and proceeded to fuck me more. He started fucking me harder. I was moaning out more and saying how fucking good it felt. He told me that this is what I wanted and needed and I told him it was. I told him how fucking hot he felt fucking me and told him I was loving it. I could feel his cock getting harder and his motions got faster. He said he was going to cum and breed me. I told him to fucking breed my hole. I just loved my hole being fucked and being more relaxed and felt his load flood my hole. And when I say flood he filled my hole he must not have cum in a good while. He stayed in me for a little bit longer while he drained his load. We both sort of collapsed for a moment him on the top of the bed and me on the end. We both took a moment to come down from the poppers. Last time I layed on his chest and it was nice feeling his chest fur. The vibe this time though I think both of us were kinda done. I used the bathroom quick after and was surprised how much cum came out. Fuck the man really did flood me. As hot and fun as the country bear that fucked me in pretty much every position and different places yesterday. He didn't really have much of a load or I didn't really get bred like I thought I did. I have a feeling that one of the guys at the club though did precum in me a lot or might have partially shot his load in me. But that's a good summary of partial shots. This man fucking bred and filled my hole. It was so fucking hot. We chatted a little when I was getting dressed and we kissed each other goodbye and I left. He said that we'll both sleep great tonight after that fuck. "Are you sure about that?" I was starting to really think about what the long bearded man told me the night and morning I was with him over the weekend. About the "urge" in me and how I do need to let it out. It frustrates me how much he knows more about me then I do. But yeah I still wanted to get fucked. I still wanted to be bred. But at the same time the feeling of all the cum leaving my hole was so fucking hot. God the urge to go get fucked more of fuck overcame me. I decided after I left to go back to that bookstore. It was a little more crowded but I still had the same ticket which was nice also why I decided to go back. I saw a few other guys and saw some of the same guys from before and newer guys. Now I see why someone i've hooked up with a while back said they will leave after a little if no action. I felt good returning at least. I went into the dark room and saw a guy getting fucked. I did not have a lot of luck in the dark room this night playing with guys on one one. I have in the past. But regardless me standing there a guy was kinda playing with my dick. I couldn't tell if it was the same guy from before but I was enjoying it. There was also a top near me fucking a bottom. It was turning me on so my dick was getting harder. Some guy was playing with my chest and my cock but no idea who but before I knew it someone was sucking my dick. Damn it felt good. After a little bit the top that was fucking the bottom pulled out of him. He turned to me and grabbed me. He bent me over. Ah the man didn't have to do much I was so fucking horny. He bent me over and I felt his fat cock go in my cummy hole. He started moaning and I was wimpering at how good he felt. He was fucking me pretty fast. Couldn't tell if he was fucking to cum or just to fuck. After fucking me for a while he pulled out and thanked me. The latino bearded guy who I played with earlier was apparently in there. His dick was hard and he had me get on my knees and suck him. I enjoyed sucking him again and he also fucked my face for a little bit. He pulled me off and said he needed a break for a moment and left the dark room area. I stayed for just a little bit but decided to leave. I saw a bunch of new guys come in. I decided to go into the middle glory hole my favorite one. A hot bearded daddy came in and looked at me on my knees through the glory hole. He seemed to like what he saw so he took off his pants. His cock was small but it looked uncut. I don't really judge on that though I happily took his cock in my mouth. He was moaning while I was sucking him. His cock also was getting hard gradually. He at one point was pulling his cock out completely and then shoving it back in. I was enjoying sucking him and he got fully hard. He had a nice sized uncut cock. I was having fun sucking him. He started fucking my fast faster and then he shouted. Oh fuck. I was moaning and wimpering when I started to taste his salty load. Fuck I love it when guys fucking cum when I'm sucking them especially if it's randomly out of the blue. He continued to cum and sucked his load completely until he pulled out. He wiped his cock off and got dressed and said thanks. Damn that was hot. I decided to leave the booth. I ran into the hot bearded latino guy who I played with a few times that night in a booth. I went in and he got on the couch and sat down. I started sucking him. I was sucking him for a good while and he was enjoying it. I think. I'm not sure what it is about some guys and I don't come across this much. But he did not really pay me too much attention or really show any emotion or reaction when I was sucking him. He was just watching the porn. Kinda hot I guess. I continued to suck him and deep throat him a little. He fucked my face occasionally. But that was really it. I wasn't sure how long I sucked him for. I probably should have asked if he wanted to fuck but I was a bit thrown off by the vibe. I made an excuse and told him I needed a break for a moment and he was fine with that. I decided to walk around some more. I ran into the latino daddy guy with the thin beard who was sucking me several times during the night. He was in a room and I was surprised his dick was out. He wanted to get sucked so I sucked him. He had a nice hot long dick. He was sort of similar to the other guy. But he did enjoy sucking me too. I loved his mouth and getting sucked by him but i really wanted to fuck. I asked if he liked to fuck or get fucked and he said not really. He said he just likes oral. I went back to sucking him for a little bit but it was the same vibe as the other guy couldn't tell if he was wanting to cum or not. I decided to leave the room and thanked him. It's not that I don't like servicing guys or won't service them for a long period of time sucking their cock. I mean I did share a story recently of me with a hot older daddy and how I went to his place and did nothing really but suck him. I played with his nipples and balls too. But there was more of a dominant nature he had and he brought out the more subservient side in me. There was a dynamic basically so I would have been more then happy to suck and service him however long he wanted but I also knew there was an end to it and he wanted to eventually cum. These two guys I had no idea. But they were hot and fun though. There was just no connection other then finding each other hot and both guys and myself being horny. There wasn't really too much else that went on after that. I wanted to go back to the middle booth but there was a weird guy guarding it. He was kind of off putting so no one wanted to go in the glory hole area. I decided I wasn't feeling this anymore and decided to leave. I did sort of look for any other encounters before I left but no one seemed to be around. Man at this point I was ready to go play in public. I did sort of have an experience with that recently but no actual action so can't say much about that..but it was fun. I went home and of right on cue when I got home and after I took a shower and got cleaned up. I got a message from someone. Someone I've actually seen online before and been curious about. He said he was horny all night and asked if I wanted to fuck. I liked his intro nice and to the point. He was a hot man from his picture and the pictures he sent me of his body and cock. I told him i'm in for the night and have to get up in the morning. He said that he has been looking all night and no luck. I can't believe that with how hot he is and his pictures were great. I can't believe I said it but i told him that I haven't really had luck either. I got fucking bred and fucked and I did have a little fun at the bookstore. Was I still not really satisfied? Ugh the more I try to deny and surprise my urges the more I think it fights back and shows. But I did really feel sort of off after everything when I got home. I was almost wondering if I should have reached out to someone else who isn't really that much of a top with fucking but more sensual. But I decided probably not. Instead I stayed up late even writing about this experience here haha. Looking back it was still a fun and enlightening evening. I realized things that could have made the evening better or different and applied that the next night. Also more to come with the hot man I was talking to this night. Or More to Cum 😉 Loads taken Anal: 1 by being bred by the hot daddy top Loads taken Oral: 1 by a hot bear daddy and swallowing his load. Until next time..

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

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.

Any developments? This is my favorite story of the moment on here!

In my arse! And the more loads the better!

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

The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time.

Yes, I know at gay sex clubs I love sucking cock when I am being watched. Any where gay men hang out it’s cool to suck in public.

Just start your way to become a real slut for everybody. One way could be to go on the streets and work as a whore, very soon you will be noticed as a slut, who takes every cock and every load. And the more you show that you are ready for abuse, the earlier you will reach your destination.

Fucking love man holes. Here's mine, smooth

I was craving some action yesterday. It had been awhile since I've gotten some cock and cum. I have been caged for a week and was beyond horny. Still am. 😉 I cleaned out and made my way to an adult video store that is usually good for some action. Parking lot was full, so I was getting excited walking to the door. Picked my movie and went to check the rooms. Found one between 2 closed doors and made my way in. As luck would have it, the occupants on both sides were also bottoms. My locked cock is useless for them, so I went across the hall to a room with 2 gloryholes either side. The full parking lot was a mirage though, as most rooms were empty, including the 2 attached to my room. But as a good slut, I know to wait it out. My patience paid off, as about 20 mins later someone came in one of the rooms. He wasn't wasting any time, and immediately put his rock hard cock through the hole for me. It was a great cock, not huge, not crazy thick, but super hard and silky smooth. The gloryholes in this place are actually huge, like full cut outs in the walls. I dropped to my knees and gobbled him up, he was horny and grabbed my head to force that cock in deep. It was amazing to be gagging on his cock. I was getting him slobbery and wet, hoping he would want my ass too. And that he did. After maybe 5 mins he pulled back and signalled me to stand up. He grabbed my hips and turned me around and went right for my hole. I applied a small squirt of lube to my hole to assist, and he pushed right in balls deep. Fuck it was amazing and just what I needed. He pounded deep and hard for a few mins, but wanted more and asked to come in my room. The first words spoken. I quickly agreed, my door was already ajar. I moved the chair and bent over it waiting for him ass up. He came in and before he thrust back into me, he wiped the lube off my hole so it was dry, which I thought was weird at first. He then buried himself back in me hard. Thankfully the lube and his pre-cum were already inside me, and slid right in my silky hole perfectly. He fucked me deep and slow. It actually felt amazing and I loved that he wiped my hole dry first. He reached around me and felt my cage for the first time. He was fumbling with it, but when he realized what it was, I think it turned him on even more. My cock was dripping like crazy, I was a leaking mess. He started pounding me hard and fast. After only a few mins he buried himself deep and unloaded. I love feeling a cock pulse inside me. It puts me in slut heaven every time. He pulled out, wiped his cock off, said thanks and left. I think it was a total of 15 mins or so from the time he came into the store to when he was breeding my hole. Fuckin perfect!! I stayed for another 30 mins or so with my hole full of cum, but no one else came. Kept that load in me and drove home. But now I'm horny for more........back to the vid store or maybe a bath house in Toronto tonight!!!

Im back! Got pissed off having to fuck about every time I wanted to visit any site that might have 18+ content (even reddit). So instead I just got a VPN. Whoop!

Literally just posted on a other thread about this. Yes, im also on citalopram and while it doesn't affect my Libido it does make me find it difficult to ejaculate. It might be worth getting youe testosterone levels checked. Mine was low and affected mood, libido and more. Much better now

Speaking as a DL married verse top-leaning daddy, just about 100% of all the ass I fuck is bareback and a large portion are married bottoms or verse bottoms, like me. Married men in particular don't hesitate to take my load in their ass. In fact most beg for it. I suppose most think that because I too am married I am safe(er) but the conversation never goes there - "just fuck me and cum in my ass." My good friend Matt, who is gay, hosts lots of small fuck parties and mostly married regulars show up and all fuck raw. When newbies come by, they always do to. Matt keeps rubbers out with the lube but in the many parties we have had none ever get used.

Im officially addicted to showing off my slutty virgin hole

So I’ve had the pleasure of handling many large packages but I think the biggest was trade I met in Newark penn station named Shawn. He was not pretty but he had a beast in his drawers that left me in a pile of nutt and my own pussy juice. He let me think it was going to be sweet and cute but after I rode him he took control and totally broke me. It was almost thirty years ago but if I saw him today he could totally get it cause he put his mark on me forever. he was uncut and had to be 12 inches minimum at full mast. He hit places inside of me that no one had ever been able to reach since. there are probably another six or seven I could tell you about who all had more meat than anyone would consider normal and most would run from. Allen had one so thick i couldn’t get my hands around it, Juan was hung so long he had to cover his face when he came to avoid shooting in his own eyes.

Part 8: Griff: Colin’s fist in buried in me and I’m in sheep ecstasy knowing he’s pummeling my guts with his rapid fire punches. Tom and Tag joined us after we’d been missing for an hour of depraved pozzing fucking and found Colin fisting me. Tag’s eyes widend. “Looks like you brotherlover wants to try, Tom, why don’t you open up his cunt with this.” Colin smirks at Tom as he throws him a massive dildo that had recently been up my wrecked cunt. That’s how I came to be side by side with Tag, making out as both our holes got destroyed by the men we loved the most. Colin pulled his hand out slowly before saying “I’m gonna fill u with my chempiss boy”. I grunted my need for his partied up urine deep in my guts and seconds later felt the shove of his cock in my hole. The heat of the warm piss filling me. A slight sting as the chems infiltrated my torn up cunt. “Now I have to go too” I said. “Shoot that chem stream” Colin ordered jerking my cock and pointing it in tags direction. “I want to drink it” Tag declared. “It’s too bitter, baby. The chems effect the flavor.” “Then Colin will hold me down while your force me. I want it. Feed me your chem piss.” Colin grunted a feral grunt of approval. I looked to him as he nodded. Tag gleefully took my cock in his mouth and the warmth of his tongue proved to much I let my stream go as Colin held his head in place forcing him to drink. He sputtered some back onto my crotch which I rubbed onto myself. Luxuriating in my own filth. I looked to Tom who brought a finger to his lip in secrecy. Then I looked down as he lined his meth covered cock up next to the large dildo already impaling Tag. As tag was swallowing Colin had me pause me stream long enough to give Tag a hit of Poppers. And just after in one thrust Tom impaled him. Double penetrating alongside the silicone wonder. Tag moaned at the welcome intrusion, the stretch and the burn from the tina. I finished my stream. As Tim said “now I’m filling your hole with MY piss, bro.” Tag was in heavan. I was envious of how high he was getting til I turned back to Colin. As if he was a mind reader he was bringing a fresh point to my vein. register. Rush. FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK. By morning every single debauched thing had been achieved. Tag and Tom told Griff and Colin of their plan to move away. Build a life together where no one knows they are brothers. Be husbands. Be everything. They left around noon. I looked to Colin. My master, my future. “What do you think, slave” ”I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” ”Today’s Sunday but tomorrow I’m taking you to city hall and making this permanent. We’re beating them to the alter.” “Good.” ”and your getting your biohazard tat as soon as you test poz” ”Yes, sir. What now?!” ”Well. They may be gone. But our party is just getting started.” Colin said. Pulling out two fat points and pushing down his jockstrap so his thick, beautiful cock fell out. Fuck. Yes. THE END

Most recently in the dugout of this local High schools baseball field, it was during the weekend so no one was around but yeah bent in half on a wooden bench area in the dugout , local neighborhood probably heard me begging for more of his bbc

In my former roommate's room. Because he and his boyfriend had previously fucked in my room. I got a huge load of cum in my ass from a sexy guy, and I let my cum drip onto the floor. Tit for tat.

My neighbours dad 😂. After him was one of his friends, then my first boyfriend who finally bought me butt plugs and then kept me in chastity. He definitely helped me become popular😂

I am

I was in kindergarten, so 6 maybe? It was with a classmate, in the boys' bathroom.

+1 lights were Always off going down on women , just switched from the other side to ass and Holly shit I’m mesmerized

I'm a bottom with men but don't mind the look of pussy, and it feels better for me. I'm quite girthy so can go harder with a girl than a boy. Or at least the lads i've been with. Depends what mood I'm in tho - and i know this Q wasn't aimed at me x

For the year I’m at 14 loads swallowed, 38 bred me and a few more used condoms. On one 3 day weekend I got bred about 12 times and swallowed 8 loads 😋

As the professor's grip grew even tighter, Trevor's eyes watered, his throat stretching around the thick shaft. He gagged once, twice, but never ceased his efforts, determined to please his new master. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the library, Professor Harris came, his hot cum filling Trevor's mouth and spilling down his throat. The young man swallowed greedily, the taste of his submission mingling with the bitter tang of the poppers still lingering in the air. The professor pulled out, panting heavily, and looked down at the kneeling figure before him. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand coming down to pet Trevor's head. "Very good boy." The jock felt a warmth spread through his chest, a strange sense of pride at the praise. He had never felt more alive than in this moment of complete and utter surrender. Professor Harris stepped back and buckled his pants, the leather of his belt creaking as he tightened it around his waist. "Now," he said, his voice still thick with desire, "it's time for the real lesson." Trevor's eyes widened as the professor pulled out a leather sling, attaching it to the sturdy wooden chair. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was about to happen. He had read about this in the books he had hidden under his bed, but the reality was so much more intense than his wildest fantasies. The professor's gaze never left him as he climbed into the sling, his legs spread wide and his ass in the air. The leather was cold and unforgiving against his skin as he settled into the device, the dildo still lodged firmly inside him. The professor stepped behind him, his hands caressing the cheeks of his ass before spreading them wide. Trevor gasped as the man's thick, gloved fingers probed his hole, pushing against the leather plug and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He had never felt so exposed, so utterly vulnerable, and the thought sent his arousal skyrocketing. Professor Harris leaned in, his beard brushing against Trevor's back as he began to kiss and lick the young man's spine, working his way down to the small of his back. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending goosebumps racing across his muscles. The jock's body responded to every touch, his muscles rippling and flexing under the professor's skilled hands. "You're going to be my little show pony," the professor murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to take everything I give you and you're going to love it." With that, Professor Harris stepped back and picked up the riding crop from his desk. Trevor felt the leather caress his skin, tracing a line from his shoulder down to his ass. The anticipation was unbearable, his cock pulsing with need. The crop swung through the air and bit into his flesh, the sharp sting sending him spiraling into a world of pain and pleasure. He cried out, his body jerking against the restraints. The professor's strokes grew harder and more frequent, turning his ass a bright shade of red. Each hit was a symphony of agony and ecstasy, pushing him closer to the edge of oblivion. Trevor's eyes watered and his vision swam, the room around him a haze of leather and desire. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by his own submission. The crop was suddenly replaced with something wet and warm, the professor's tongue tracing the welts and valleys of his abused flesh. Trevor moaned, his body betraying his desperate need for the man's touch. Professor Harris's beard scraped against his skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his tongue. The jock's hole clenched around the plug, desperate for the real thing, for the professor to claim him completely. The professor chuckled darkly, pulling back. "You're begging for it, aren't you?" he whispered. Trevor could only whimper in response, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his orgasm. The professor stepped aside, and for a moment, Trevor felt the loss of his touch. But then, the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing filled the room, and he knew what was coming next. The head of Professor Harris' cock nudged against his tight hole, and Trevor gasped as the man began to push inside. He was so much bigger than the toys he had used in his secret sessions, the stretch was almost unbearable. The professor was merciless, pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Trevor's muscles quivered around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. The man leaned in, his bearded cheek against Trevor's, his breath hot against his ear. "This is where you belong," he whispered, his voice a mix of possession and affection. "Now, let's see how much of a slut you really are." Trevor felt the professor's hand on his chest, pushing him down until his abs were flush with the chair's leather. The poppers had done their work, and his body was a live wire of sensation. He couldn't tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began, his mind a swirl of need and desire. Professor Harris began to fuck him with a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against the leather of the sling. Trevor's moans grew louder, filling the room as he was used in ways he had only ever dreamed of. The professor's hand found his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The young jock's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm built within him. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, desperate to be released. The room was a blur of red light and leather, the smells of sweat and oil making him dizzy with lust. Professor Harris leaned down, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of Trevor's shoulder as he fucked him harder. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure, each bite and thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Trevor's body was no longer his own, a mere vessel for the professor's desires. He was a muscle bitch, a whore for his master's pleasure. The professor's strokes grew more frenzied, his grip on Trevor's cock tightening. The young man could feel himself losing control, the dam threatening to break as the orgasm crested. "Come for me," Professor Harris growled, his voice thick with lust. "Come all over this chair." Trevor's body responded to the command, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the leather. His body convulsed in pleasure, his muscles straining against the restraints as he screamed out his release. The professor didn't stop, his cock pumping in and out of the jock's ass with a fervor that seemed to match his own. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, a testament to their primal dance of power and submission. Trevor could feel the professor's balls slapping against his own, the man's grunts and groans growing louder. The pressure built until it was too much, and the professor roared his own release, filling Trevor with his hot seed. The young man's body went slack, his muscles no longer able to hold the tension. Professor Harris pulled out, his cock glistening with the combined juices of their lust. He leaned down and kissed Trevor's forehead, a gentle gesture that seemed out of place in the scene of depravity they had just played out. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "I knew you had it in you." Trevor panted, his body still trembling from the intense climax. The leather sling was sticky with sweat and cum, and his muscles felt like they had been wrung out. But as the professor began to unbuckle the straps holding him in place, he felt a strange sense of disappointment. He didn't want it to end. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his true nature. As the sling was removed and his ankles freed, Trevor stood on shaky legs, his eyes never leaving the older man's face. Professor Harris offered him a handkerchief to wipe his face, a gesture that seemed almost tender in the aftermath of their encounter. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his screams. The professor stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Trevor's chin. "You don't need to thank me," he said, his eyes searching the jock's. "This is what you need. What you crave." He leaned in for a kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle, his beard tickling the young man's face. Trevor melted into it, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. As the kiss broke, Professor Harris's gaze dropped to the floor, where a river of cum had pooled, a testament to their passion. He knelt down, his fingers sliding through the sticky mess, and brought them up to Trevor's still-spasming hole. The young athlete's eyes went wide as the professor began to probe his ass, the remnants of their encounter coating his digits. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to sear into his soul. The professor pushed two fingers inside, stretching him wider, and Trevor gasped, his legs threatening to buckle. "You're going to wear a plug for the rest of the night," he said, his voice a low growl. "A reminder of who you belong to now." He pulled his fingers out, the sound of them leaving Trevor's body echoing through the room. The jock felt empty without the intrusion, his body craving more. Professor Harris stood and walked to his desk, rummaging through the drawer. He pulled out a large, shiny plug with a leather tail attached. Trevor watched, his cock twitching in anticipation, as the man coated it in lube. He returned to his side, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to be my little pet," he said, his voice filled with a dark, possessive need. "You'll come to my office every night, and we'll play." The professor bent down and pushed the plug into Trevor's still-loose hole, the young man's body eagerly accepting the intrusion. He moaned as the leather tail brushed against his sensitive skin, a constant reminder of his new role. The professor fastened the plug in place, the leather collar around Trevor's neck serving as a leash. "Now, get dressed," he said, his voice still gentle despite the authority in his words. "We don't want anyone to suspect." Trevor complied, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. As he pulled on his clothes, the plug shifted inside him, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He felt changed, like he was wearing a second skin that was both restrictive and liberating. The jock looked at himself in the mirror, his face flushed and his body marked by the professor's attentions. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he knew that he would come back for more. Leaving the library, the night air hit him like a slap in the face, cold and biting. Trevor's cock was still hard, his desire unquenched. His legs carried him on autopilot, his mind reeling from the intensity of his first real encounter. He didn't know what had come over him, but the need to be used and degraded was stronger than ever. The streets were empty, the only sounds the distant honk of a car and the rustle of the wind. Before he knew it, he was in the heart of the city's seedy gay district. The neon lights of the clubs and bars cast garish shadows on the pavement, and the air was thick with the scent of lust and desperation. He felt drawn to the places where his fantasies lived, his feet leading him down an unfamiliar alleyway. At the end of the alley was a nondescript door with a flickering sign that read "Steam Works." Without a second thought, Trevor pushed open the door and stepped inside. The heat and the steam enveloped him immediately, the darkness pierced only by the red glow of the neon lights. He was in a gay sauna, a place he had only ever read about in his secret fantasies. The air was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the distant sounds of moans and slaps echoing off the tiled walls. A group of bears, their furry chests and bellies on full display, beckoned him closer, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that matched his own. He was still high from the poppers, his body craving more, and the promise of meth whispered sweet nothings in his ear. They offered him a pipe, and he took it, eager to feel the rush that would surely push him even further into his newfound world of submission. The smoke burned his lungs, and the room spun around him as the drug took hold. The bears led him to a back room, the walls lined with slings and benches, each occupied by men lost in their own debauchery. They didn't speak, just pointed to an empty sling hanging from the ceiling, a silent command that Trevor obeyed without question. He climbed in, his muscles stretching and flexing as the leather cuffs were secured around his wrists and ankles, leaving him completely exposed and at their mercy. The bears and daddies gathered around, their eyes glinting with lust and greed. They began to touch him, their hands rough and calloused against his smooth skin. One of them pulled out a bottle of oil, the scent of it thick and cloying as they began to rub it into his muscles. His cock grew harder, the leather plug in his ass serving as a constant reminder of his professor's claim. They laughed, their teeth gleaming in the dim light as they watched him squirm and moan. "Look at the little slut," one of them said, a twink with a mischievous smile and a glint of malice in his eyes. "Already begging for it." Trevor felt a hand on his chest, the coldness of the metal pipe pressing against his skin as the first hit of meth was injected into him. The rush was immediate, a blast of white-hot need that shot through his body and left him trembling in the sling. The room grew louder, the sounds of men fucking and grunting around him amplified. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he was barely aware of the poppers being shoved under his nose. The musky scent filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, feeling his body respond with a shiver of pleasure. The bears and daddies grew more aggressive, their hands roaming over his oiled muscles with an insatiable hunger. He could feel the weight of their stares, their eyes devouring him as if he were a piece of meat to be claimed. And yet, it was the twinks, with their slender bodies and sharp features, who were the most terrifying. They were like sharks, sensing the vulnerability in his muscular frame and moving in for the kill. Their fingers pinched and prodded, leaving him feeling like a slab of meat on display. He was in a daze, the meth and poppers swirling in his system, leaving him unable to resist the relentless onslaught of sensations. His moans grew louder as they played with his nipples, twisting and tugging that which now felt like live wires to his brain. He flexed his biceps, trying to assert some semblance of control, but all it did was make the men laugh and bark orders at him. "Look at the pretty boy," one bear chuckled, his thick fingers digging into Trevor's armpit before bringing it to his nose and deeply inhaling the man stink, eliciting a gasp of pain from Trevor that only fueled his arousal. "Show us how strong you are, flex for us." Trevor did as he was told, his muscles bulging and shivering under the weight of his own desperation. He threw his head back, his chest heaving as he sucked in the acrid meth smoke of the sauna. The twinks giggled and pointed, their delicate hands reaching out to stroke his bulging biceps and rock-hard abs. He could feel their excitement, their hunger for his submission, and it only made him want more. The bears took turns pushing him to the brink, each one taking his place in the sling and pumping his massive cock into Trevor's tight, used hole. They whispered sweet nothings in his ear, calling him their little muscle slut, their property to use and abuse as they saw fit. And as each one came, filling him with their hot, sticky cum, he could feel himself slipping further into the role he had always craved. The daddies were next, their experience and authority evident in every touch. They knew just how to play his body, stroking his muscles in a way that made him beg for more. Their cocks were thick and unyielding, stretching him to his limits as they claimed him as their own. Trevor's moans grew louder, his body writhing in the sling, as they pounded into him, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. The twinks circled around, their lithe bodies and sharp features a stark contrast to the hulking men that surrounded him. They watched with hungry eyes, waiting for their turn to taste the muscular jock that had been brought to heel. Trevor's heart raced as one of them stepped forward, his hand wrapping around the base of the daddy's cock, stroking it as it slid in and out of the jock's ass. The twink leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the mix of sweat and cum that coated the shaft. Another twink approached, his hand reaching for the leather tail attached to the plug in Trevor's ass. He gave it a gentle tug, the jock's body jerking in response. The man attached to the cock buried in Trevor's ass growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The twink giggled, his grip tightening, the leather tail cutting into Trevor's skin as he yanked it back and forth in time with the fucking. The room was a whirlwind of hands and mouths, each one claiming a piece of him, marking him as their property. The twinks took their turns, their slender cocks sliding into his ass with an ease that belied their size. They were like serpents, twisting and turning, their movements precise and calculated. They whispered sweet nothings in his ear, their breath hot and ragged as they fucked him, their hands never still as they played with his muscles and nipples. He could feel their excitement, their need to conquer the untouchable Ivy League athlete, and it only made him wetter, his body begging for more. And as they fucked him, they buried their faces in his sweaty, musky armpits, inhaling his manly scent like a fine perfume. Their tongues danced over the sensitive flesh, their teeth nipping at the soft skin. Trevor's body arched in response, his muscles quivering with the mix of pleasure and pain. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his desires. His cries grew louder, his voice hoarse from the abuse it had taken, as they continued to drill into him without mercy. But the night was far from over. As he started to look tired, the twinks noticed and whispered something to the bears and daddies. One of the men pulled out a small vial filled with a clear liquid, and before Trevor could protest, the needle pierced his skin, sending a second wave of meth coursing through his veins. The world grew brighter, the sounds more intense, and his body felt as though it was on fire. The ringing in his ears grew louder, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest, his pulse pounding in time with the relentless rhythm of the fucking. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his body sweating like a pig on top of the oil, making his already slick muscles even more enticing to the men surrounding him. His moans grew louder, his cries for mercy now a symphony of pleasure as the fourth wave of fuckers approached. They were different from the others, their skin dark as midnight, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that seemed almost feral. Trans black hookers and druggies with tattoos snaking up their arms and thick, muscular thighs, they approached him like predators stalking their prey. The ringing in his ears grew louder, the sounds of the sauna fading away into a cacophony of white noise. His body was on fire, every inch of him hyper-sensitive and begging for more. As they reached him, their hands were like brands, searing his flesh with their touch. He could feel their hardness pressing against him, their big dicks thick and insistent, demanding entry into his now well-used body.

There was a break in the flow of cocks eager for my arse and I managed to get off the slippery leather bench, grab the mop and torch and stagger upstairs. Bill was drinking tea behind the counter and grinned as he saw me emerge sweating and slimey with lube and spunk. "I guess you didn't get a chance to clean up!" He laughed. "Oh well, it'll wait until closing time now." I nodded and went off for a shower. As I was reveling in the hot water, I heard the doorbell ring, then Bill's voice saying "Hi" to Peter's mother who asked if he and Martin were ready to go. I dried off and walked naked into reception They were chatting at the counter. Peter's mother looked me up and down and said "Hello Timmy, getting much?" I flushed as Bill laughed, conscious of the spunk inside me. Arthur appeared and asked for a coffee "Hello, missus." He said She smiled. "Been up to no good?" and he winked at her, rubbing his cock which always seemed to be half hard. There were footsteps on the stairs and Martin appeared. He was, of course, nude and his face was a picture of embarassment as he saw Peter's mother standing there. "Oh..my." He said, standing with his hands in front of his stubby cock. "Well," She said "What have we here? Have these naughty men got up your bum, Martin?" His mouth gaped open and he went even redder in the face. Arthur's cock had risen to full erection and he pulled Martin over to the counter. "Don't mind if I get a bit do you?" He said to Peter's mother. "He's still nice and tight." "Help yourself," She replied "Don't mind me" Arthur pushed Martin face down on the counter. She handed him a sachet of lube and watched him anoint his cock then slide it into Martin's fat bottom with a satisfied grunt. Martin gasped and looked at her and she just patted him on the head "Good lad. Knock him up Arthur." Arthur began to thrust in and out as She turned to Bill. "So, is Peter around?" "He'll be down in a minute, I think" Said Bill "What are you doing tonight?" They chatted as Martin was buggered next to them, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. " Ahh..." gasped Arthur after a while. "I'm cumming!" He pushed into the lad and his slack buttocks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as he spurted. After a few minutes he pulled out and we all saw the heavy drool of sperm leaking from Martin's cunt. Bill produced the old rag from under the counter and Peter's mother used it to wipe Martin's bottom. "Right then," She said "Go and get dressed and Timmy here can go and get Peter. It's time we went home for tea.2

Just remind him that he only has value when he has sperm inside his hole.

I got started my freshman year of HS and by senior year I was definitely a full on slut. Sucking fucking getting fucked all of it with people from school and outside of it. College only made things better I fucked with my roommate an hour after moving into the dorm.