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I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

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

1. That's something that needs to be mentioned up front, and I consider corporal actions as needing prior notice. 2. Of course. A group of men celebrating their sexual depravities en-masse is always more fun. 3. I don't particularly like really tight holes. If I'm not the first/only Top, I'll more likely compliment a looser guy. 4. above. We Tops generally think of pumping our load the farthest in as possible as more possessive (I mean, in that moment). Thus the "connection" is amplified, concentrated. 5, I don't know .... I seldom do that. Maybe they like to watch a hungry hole gobble their entire cock, over and over again? 6. Never. If the day wasn't what it should have been, then I'm not inclined to drown it in another guy's hole. Mental acuity on the Top's part is really important. 7. C,

Jackson, 5'11 200 pounds of muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes and porcelain skin. 8 inches cut. Stephen, 6'1 240 pounds of muscle. Bleach blonde hair green eyes with light tan. 9 inches uncut. Jackson was a straight college student stuck at school during winter break. He couldn't afford a trip home, frankly his parents didn't really want him there. It was also the worst snowstorm the area had seen in years. So his part time job closed down. He was getting king of desperate. His friend, Stephen, who was also stuck here had made a huge wad of cash under the table. He kept doing it until he got very sick. He recently recovered so maybe his buddy could hook him up. They had gotten very close these college years, both sophomores, both were work out fanatics. They both spent a lot of free time in the weight room. So Jackson hoped his friend would come through. Knocking on his friends door he heard him coming and he was clearly on the phone. "Yes, it is official. Yes, I am very happy. I was so pissed at first but I am completely converted. Yeah, I am up to doing more and spreading it. Love you man. I got a friend here now so I better go. Talk soon. Bye." Stephen hung up the phone. "Hey Jackson. What's going on?" I told him how desperate I needed cash. I was short for tuition and since I wasn't working I needed work. Badly. "How badly, I can get you in but you have to do what you are told and accept what happens. Don't worry, no laws will be broken and you will not hurt anyone. It is a big commitment though. You will be doing things you aren't into. You need to know this from the start." At first I was about to say no thank you. Then I remember my finances and saw what was about 5,000 dollars on his table. That was from one day. "Okay, I am in." "Your parents will disown you if they find out." "They pretty much have already. When I stopped going to Saturday services and started eating bacon they had enough of me." "You can change your mind when you get there and you can stop when you want." I was told to be there tomorrow at 8 am sharp. The place was a large house just off campus. So the snow wasn't going to be a problem. I arrived at 7:50 and waited. A guy opened the door and asked if I was Jackson? I said yes and was told to get inside. The home was a front for a film studio called GGG films. I was invited into the back where I was introduced to the man who owns everything. Name was Chris. He sat me down and told me that I wad going to be in films. He said they make movies for a specific audience and I would be perfect for them. I was a little confused but went along. I want to show you what you will be doing if you agree. We went to a dark room and looked through a one way mirror. There was a bed in the next room and some cameras. A guy about Jackson's age and build came in wearing nothing but a robe. He spun around for the camera and spoke with an effeminate voice saying, "Today I get my gift. I am so excited." The guy got naked and did some moves for the camera. Soon another man, this one already naked, came in. He was a big black guy with the largest dick Jackson had ever seen. He watched as the first guy, he didn't know his name, he later found out it's Terry, start sucking on that monster pretending to be a dick. It was huge soft but now it looked like it might double in size. When he was ready Monster, he never found out his name and called him that because it seemed to fit, threw Terry hard on the bed an cracked his ass until it was super red. "You ready for the fuck of your life you little bitch? You ready for full conversion you little slut?" Terry nodded his head yes. Terry took a long breath from a brown bottle as Monster started forcing himself into this little victim. Jackson didn't see any lube being applied, he learned later also that it was already there. Terry screamed in pain. He could see tears. Jackson was thinking, what the hell have I gotten into? He though he should leave but he couldn't look away. Terry was screaming as he took all of that cock. It was all the way in him. Jackson watched as Terry went from yelling in pain to shouting in pure ecstasy. "Give me that dirty cum. I want it, please, convert me. Poz me." "You ready bitch because here it comes." With that Terry was getting a load of cum in him. "Take another hit bitch. I ain't done with this hole." Monster kept grinding and Jackson was really starting to enjoy watching this. He felt a hand unbuckle his belt and jeans. Chris took out his dick and gave him a blow job right there. He never had a guy go down on him and he was too caught up in the moment to fight it. Chris was better than anyone else who went down on him. He didn't last long. He came at the same time those two being filmed did. With that Chris stopped. Swallowed all his cum. Then said, "I love the taste of virgin cum. Let's work out the contract." He walked out as he heard Terry thanking everyone for letting his dream come true. Part 2 will happen. If you guys like this.

Went to a cruising park in London. Initially lots of guys but little action. Hooked up with a black guy who raw fucked me hard. Then he wanted to deep throat me. A young guy took over butt fucking me. Black guy dumped a huge load down my throat causing me to choke a bit. The young guy soon bred me. As I tidied myself up, a preppie guy exposed his cock and asked if he can fuck me. Not like I was going to refuse. He has a long downward curving cock which hits my prostate with every thrust. He has a neat and efficient fucking motion. I blew my load shortly after he came inside me. Nice. I find once you start an action, others tend to want a piece too.

Part 4 Well, this was bad. Or maybe good? No, bad. Very bad. My stomach was already doing little flips as I tried to process the words. I glanced down at the ground, but my eyes lingered on his cock again. Did it twitch? "Eyes up here buddy. What are you drinking?" "Uhhhh... shot of Jameson and a Budweiser." I was gonna need some booze for this. "Good boy." He turned back to the bartender and placed the order while I felt the heat rush to my face. He came back in what felt like a second, two bottles in hand, two shots in the other. "Let's head to a table." He didn't break his stride, continuing past me while I failed to get even a "thanks" out. I followed him like a puppy to the darker side of the bar, where he put the drinks on a small table in the corner, took off his hoodie, sat in the booth, patted the spot next to him, and put his arm up top. I managed to steel myself for a second, told him thanks, and sat down next to him, leaving a little gap between us aaaaaaaaand why does he smell so fucking good. Yeah, we're back to bad. This is bad. Deer in headlights. He wasn't soapy, wasn't ripe. There was just a hint of musk coming under his arm that made me get half hard in the blink of an eye. He picked up a shot and raised it towards me. “To strangers." We clinked glasses, knocked back our whiskeys, and took a swig from the bottles. I felt his leg against mine as he started talking. "So. Made it out. First time meeting a guy like me. How are you feeling?" I blurted out “nervous” before I could stop myself. "Aw. Shy boy." He rubbed my shoulder and continued. "We're not so different, you and I. Both of us know what we want, I just get what I want too." He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed, casually but firmly. I took a drink of my beer, put it down and got my voice back a bit. "You know I get ass too. I usually buy the drinks and spread my leg til it touches theirs." "And how does the other side feel, big guy?" It felt good. "Good. Different." He flashed a little bit of a grin. "Good is good. Different is good. I don't mind being what different if it's what I am. I fought it off for a while, but something changed in me, and I didn't care any more. I wanted what I wanted." He slipped his fingertips just under the leg of my shorts. I tried not to get distracted as I felt him start to rub higher up my thigh, but I missed a bit before snapping back in focus. “-feeling a guy squirm when you grind your cock against his hole and and squeeze you when you thrust in deep, nothing between you. Best fucking feeling." I picked up my beer again, took a sip and got out a "yeah" and looked away as I felt his hand climb up my thigh a bit further. "You know, you're even cuter than I expected, boy. I was pretty sure you'd get too afraid and skip out on me, but maybe you're hungrier than I realized." He smiled and used his left hand to casually grab his very hard cock and adjust it before leaving his hand in his lap. Fuck. I looked at his eyes and recognized a hunger of his own. He chuckled and adjusted again, just enough to let the thick tip of his cock peek out of the bottom of his shorts. I couldn't keep it in this time. "Fuck." "That comes later boy. We have to fall in love first." He made his cock throb hard enough that I could see his shorts move. "You're here now, you've got a real breeder with you, what do you want to know?" I caught another sniff of his pit. My brain was fuzzy, the booze was starting to loosen me up and the words started coming. "So you always fuck raw?" "Every time. Haven't played safe in years." “Everyone takes you bare?" "Most people these days don't even ask, they just push back. I don't mind a challenge though. Keeps me sharp." "You don't only fuck guys off BBRT?" "Nah. I use it some, but I find hole everywhere. Grindr, bars, Sniffies, hiking. I'm always on the hunt. And teaching those safe only boys how a real man fucks is a good time." He took another swig from his beer, rubbed his cock through his shorts for a second. “You know you can touch it, right?" I reached over without saying a word, put my hand in his lap, and traced a thick vein on the top of his cock before reaching under his shorts and feeling it in my hand. He was thick, and a bit of precum stuck to my palm as I felt the warmth in my hand. He leaned in a little bit closer and kept going. "The condom boys are the most fun. Fucking sweet holes. Cheaters, good boys, risk averse, whatever, I don't care. Slicking them up with precum and filling them up never gets old." I felt him throb and began stroking him a bit more. "You breed them too?" "Fuck yeah. Whatever it takes to spread my seed." "Fuck." "You thought I was kidding? I have all kinds of ways to get them leaking cum. Years of practice." "When'd you do it last?" "Last week." I tried to keep my composure but it was getting to be too much. "Who?" "Some boy from Grindr. Not much older than you. Blank profile, but I rolled the dice after he said his girlfriend was out of town. Sweet hole. Trusted me to bring a box of condoms. I was happy to help." "You brought some?" "Sure. With a prick right through the center. Not easy to see in a dim room, but just enough for me to start getting my DNA in him a few seconds after I slide in. A minute or two in and more of my cock starts to open up the hole while I thrust. Boy was loving my dick, was clawing at my back while I bottomed out in him. Fresh meat. I didn't even hide when I came, just buried my cock balls deep and grunted. Told him I used a lot of lube." He grinned like a wolf. "He bought it, but it didn't matter, it was too late for him anyway. My seed was already coating the walls of his ass." "Fuck." "Yeah boy. It was fucking hot. You've never done that before?" "No." "Best fucking feeling. When you feel that rubber start to turn into a cock ring and you know he's fucked. Makes me want to shoot right then." He widened his legs and gave me more room to stroke. "It's amazing. I don't even know how many boys I've flooded that way." "Do you tell them after you cum?" "Nah. More fun seeing if I can get away with it. Sometimes I'll tell them it broke just to see if they'll go for another round bare from the start. But I like the challenge." My head was buzzing from his words and his thick cock leaking in my hand, and I needed some air. Now. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom, back in a sec." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom a few steps away, a single sink and toilet with a locking door. I walked to the sink, turned the faucet on, and felt the cool water. What the fuck was I doing? I looked in the mirror for a second, looked down, and cupped my hands under the stream. I heard a knock. "One sec." The knob twisted, the door opened, and he walked in. Of course. "You good?" And in the light I saw him properly, the lean muscle in his legs, the fur dusting his arms, the wolfish grin. I knew what was happening now. "I know what you need," he said, and stroked his bulge again. I didn't even hide the stare this time. "Good boy. On your knees." And I was on my knees. "Look at me." I looked up and saw his eyes staring deep in mine. I felt his hand rub the back of my head, then press my head to his bulge. "Lick." And I did. I breathed in his scent as I traced the outline with my tongue, before wrapping my mouth around the shaft and closing my eyes. It felt so good. He groaned quietly, and that groan made my own cock throb. "That's it boy. Make me feel good." I hungrily licked and kissed through the fabric until he put his hand under my chin and said "stop." He pulled my head off for a second and put the tip of his thumb in my mouth. I'd never needed to taste a cock so badly in my life. He lazily pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it in my mouth right away. "Open." I opened my mouth, and he put the thick tip on my tongue, and slowly but firmly thrust into my mouth until he was balls deep.I didn't need oxygen, I needed him. He pulled back out, thrust deep again, then pulled out. "Up." He grabbed under my chin, pulled me up and pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. I was so hungry, and he was too. We made out for a few seconds before he pulled back and pushed me back on my knees. "Open." And I did, and I had his cock down my throat again. "Gooood boy. That's it. Show me how much you need it." I lost myself in servicing him, trying to alternate short and deep, licking the underside with my tongue, using a bit of hand to cradle his heavy balls as I sucked. "Fffffffuck yeah, keep going." And I did. I kept servicing him, and it felt right. Time slipped. I was feeling him throb in my throat when I heard the doorknob twist and open. They were halfway through the door before I could start to pull off, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down deeper as he turned around to look. I heard him as I tried to pull off. "Hey there. Just give us a sec, we're almost done." He released my head and I pulled off, and he moved aside just enough for me to see the person trying to come in, and it was someone I knew. A guy I hooked up with a few times before he started seeing someone. Matt. Cute twinky sub. Our eyes met for a brief second as he realized what was happening. Matt saw me like this? "Sorry," Matt said as he ducked back out. My stranger didn't miss a beat. "Open." And I did, and he began thrusting again. "Fuck yes. You're getting me close boy. Get ready. Don't waste a single fucking drop." I'd never. "FFfffffuck." He growled and pulled back so that his head was just inside my mouth. The first shot hit my tongue. He tasted so sweet. And then his cock was back down my throat and throbbing while he grunted. "FUCK." I wanted it all. I swallowed the first few throbs and stayed anchored to the root of his cock as it continued to pulse. After seven or eight throbs, I knew I'd got his load, and began cleaning him off, getting every last drop, squeezing his shaft to get anything left. "That's a good boy." And he pulled me up and began kissing me again. I realized I hadn't touched my cock the whole time and went to rub. He swatted my hand away. “Not now. No wasting it." He pulled his shorts back up and opened the door, and Matt was waiting outside. "All yours cutie, we're finished for now." He smiled and walked out the door, and left me to chase him. Matt was grinning as I walked by. "See you around." Fuck. He laughed and closed the door behind him, and I caught up with my stranger, who was back at the bar ordering. "You know him?" "Yeah. Old bottom friend of mine. Has a BF now.” "Cute boy. Introduce me when he's back. I got you another beer." He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and passed them to the bartender as I licked my lips and tasted a hint of his cum. I felt my heart race again, and I knew I had to get the FUCK out of there. "Taste good? You know I still have more for you, boy" he said. Fuck. "Uh, that was fucking hot, but I gotta go." He picked up the bottles and shook his head a little. "I'll see you around boy." I went toward the exit, paused, turned my head back and saw him leaning against the wall by the bathrooms, bottles in hand. Then I walked out into the night.

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?"

Jackson could not believe what he just saw and what he just experienced. His ladies man friend Stephen was doing this for money? Well, to be honest it wasn't just for the money. It was for a shit ton of money, (If you know you know.) Jackson just had a great blow job. Okay, he had the best damn bj he thought possible. When they sat in Chris's office Jackson was speechless at first. So Chris did all the talking. "If you agree to do this we will give you a fake name so no one searching your real one will see this. You will not be in a production like you just saw. You will be with someone more your size, in all areas. We will begin with recordings of you doing hard workouts naked. Give the customers a preview of that sexy body you have. Then you jacking off. Get a great shot of your clean load. For that we will pay you $2000. The more you do the more you make. Your friend had made over Ten Thousand. He has just arrived and will be making his first top movie. You can watch if you like." Jackson agreed to this. His mind was spinning about all that was happening. He thought he could never believe his friend did this unless he saw for himself. They went to a different set. Jackson sat down to watch on a monitor and not a one way mirror like before. "This set isn't able to have people not in the movie or making it be able to sit in. The sound is too bad. The monitor works and gets great def. You won't be able to hear this one. Jackson had seen Stephen naked before but now he noticed he had a tattoo. It was a biohazard sign on his chest. Jackson was unable to hear because they didn't want to reveal what was going to happen just yet. For us though we will be able to hear it just fine. Chris:" Well, hello little neg boy. You ready for your first Poz cock inside of you?" This kid, he had to be 18 or 19 at the most was a skinny ginger with a smallish dick. "Yes sir, I was born to be a bottom to Poz Daddies like you." "Let's get started. Suck my cock boy. Make me hard." The lad did as told. He got on his knees and took Stephen's dick deep in his mouth. Fuck, you got a nice mouth. If I wasn't here to do a job I might just let you finish." After a few minutes Stephen pulled the lad's hair to get him to stop. He seemed to enjoy that. "Get on that sling. I am going to look into your eyes as you get your first Poz load in you." The lad did as told. Stephen grabbed a toothbrush and inserted it into the lad's hole. Watching, Jackson was confused about this. Soon Stephen pulled out the toothbrush and said that it was really bloody. He was good and ready for the toxicity coming to him. Stephen lubed him up and then shoved his dick inside this neg slut. He yelled out in lust. "Yes. Yes, yes yes yes. Fuck me. Fuck my boi pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Please Poz me sir. Poz me! I want your HIV!" It really didn't take that long. When the lad shot what would become his last neg load Stephen started to go faster and harder. "Here it comes boy. Here comes my toxic Poz HIV cum into your bloody and torn up asshole. Get ready it's happening now. Stephen watched as his victim took his cum. He was excited and cheering this. Afterwards he pulled himself out and put a plug in. " No cumming until you test positive. Understand?" He nodded yes. He gave the lad a kiss and left. Jackson has also shot a load while watching. He knee he was in. Only he did not know what that meant just yet.

After a year on the east coast, I'm back in Los Angeles. Ran into a familiar face at a local bar Friday night and after a few rounds ended up at his place with his fat cock pumping my mouth unloading it all down my throat. Walked home and stopped by a local cruise park where I waited for someone to suck me off. Let's just say, I wasn't disappointed here either 😏

As I've gotten older it was taking longer to cum, but getting more exercise has improved my stamina and performance in bed and out. It still takes me longer to recover for the next round but continuing to exercise should help with that.

1. It's not my first choice but if you express a desire I'll go with it. 2. I love having my choice of which ass to fuck and which cock to ride but a threesome of versatile men is my preference group size. 3. Some bottoms are just tighter than others, especially with bottoms who exercise their inner muscles regularly. 4. It feels good both ways but I prefer ramming my cock in as deep as I can from the first shot, then pulling out a little and ramming it back in for the second blast, etc... 5. Going balls deep in one hard thrust depends entirely on how the first inch in feels going in. I personally use big toys to make sure I can take anything in my ass. 6. When I have a bad day I go to the arcade and take as many raw loads as I can and then go home and fuck my wife with all those loads in my guts. 7. c, a, b, d, although I prefer edging with my cock balls deep to make it last as long as possible so I have a more intense orgasm.

Interesting day at the arcade yesterday. Two booths side by side in the back corner, no glory hole between them but one between my booth and the one on the adjacent aisle. I’m in my jockstrap, shirt and shoes only, my shorts lying on the booth bench. This guy comes in with a rather large woman, a rare event for sure, to the adjacent booth. He stands on the back wall of their booth while she pulls her skirt up, bends over with her wide ass out the door and starts sucking him off. Obviously, they want attention with her ass like it was. Two guys who are regulars who I don’t play with there come up behind her in this narrow hall space to watch. I’m standing in my doorway watching them behind her. They start rubbing their crotches, one pulls his dick out while the other uses his hands on her. The guy with the woman encourages the guys to fuck her but neither make the move. One actually reaches over her to fondle the dude. A couple more guys show up and appear to be watching but no one is touching her. It was funny and sad at the same time. About that time I hear a commotion on the other side of my glory hole. I bend down to take a look and see two young guys going at it, my ass towards my door. They are much more interesting to me so I’m watching this rather than the couple next to me. I feel a hand touch my ass. I don’t want to look to see who it is. Besides, I’m enjoying the show through the hole. After a minute I feel the fingers enter my lubed ass. A few minutes of this and I’m now taking his cock and the ride begins. I hit some poppers and relaxed never once taking my eye off the gloryhole. The black dude is now fucking the white dude with my face less than a foot away. He blows his load up the white kid’s ass and they start to whisper thanks to each other. The man in my ass thrusts until he stiffens, blows his load, pulls out, zips up and walks away and I hear the entry door when he leaves the arcade. I have no clue who he was, just that I fulfilled his need and got the load. The couple next to my booth are getting dressed, giving up on whatever fantasy they had going on since no one would touch her. They leave and the regulars go back on the hunt for more cock.

Just had a Top from Grindr come over. He was built and had a 8" rock hard cock. He fucked a load in me and then went for round 2. He totally gaped my hole and when he pulled out to look at it he said Your Open lol

Part 3: I was scared that my boyfriend's friend had seen me, and I was stressed for a few days that my boyfriend would find out about my secret activities. My boyfriend organized a dinner party the following weekend, and invited a few friends, including the one I'd seen at the beat. I was very nervous throughout the party, but he never said anything so I assumed that I had been successful in leaving the beat that day without him seeing me. Phew. Safe for now. Well, a few days later and I was horny again. I shouldn't be thinking about cruising at beats, but I was horny. It's like a drug and I was addicted. I was monogamous, but I also had an addiction, and this afternoon was one of those days when the addiction won. I needed to visit the beat. I was extra careful, I didn't want to bump into the friend and let him see me there, so I kept my distance from the beat and just watched for a while. I decided that I'd go straight into a cubicle and only play through the glory hole. That way, no one would see my face and recognize me. I felt like the coast was clear enough, so I made my way in. I was supposed to be monogamous but I was too horny, and I told myself I'd just go one more time and I would only let myself suck or be sucked. No fucking allowed this time. Then that would be it. I'd get it out of my system and I'd be able to move on and be faithful to my boyfriend again. I walked in quickly. Both cubicles were empty so I chose the same one I'd been in with the ginger guy last time. A guy was at the urinals and I think I'd seen him around before, so I was fairly sure he'd be cruising too. I closed and locked the cubicle door, pulled my pants down, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A guy entered the other cubicle, I assume the guy who'd just been at the urinal because it was too quick for anyone new to have entered the facility. Some foot tapping under the partition from both of us signaled that play time was on. I beckoned him through the glory hole, to show him that I wanted his dick. He was obviously keen because he stood up immediately and I was soon staring directly at a nice semi hard cock. I wasted no time and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue make love to his mushroom head. I had him fully hard in no time. Nice cock, slightly above average I think. Very tasty. I wanted it to last for a while, but in a beat situation it's often a quickie, and that's what happened here. I felt him tense up, grunt, and reward my efforts with a mouthful of delicious cum. He pulled back through the glory hole, and left. I stayed put. I was still horny and I heard a couple of guys walk in, so I didn't want to leave while they were still around. Moments later, both of them entered the cubicle and one had his cock through the glory hole before they'd even managed to close the door. It was a larger cock than the previous one, and I wanted to suck it, but I hesitated because there were two guys in the other cubicle and it felt risky. I must have paused too long because I heard a voice telling me to "suck it, it sounded like the last guy enjoyed it", so I did. I gave him the save treatment with swirling my tongue over his head while massaging the shaft with my hands. It was a great dick to suck and I thought it'd feel good in my ass, but I was only here to suck, regardless of how horny I was. His cock was throbbing, I could tell he was enjoying it and I was doing a good job, and then came the next instruction from over the cubicle wall "turn around and let me fuck you". I kept sucking but got a bit scared about the possibility of someone outside overhearing us, and he said it again, but slightly louder "I want to fuck you". I weighed up my options and thought it'd be better to get fucked than get caught, so I did what he wanted. I turned around and back my ass up to the glory hole, guiding his dick in at the same time. As soon as my ass was against the wall, he took over and started fucking me, thrusting his bare cock in and out, finally thrusting deep and yelling "fuck yeah, take my load". I had forgotten that there were two of them in that cubicle until he said "I'm going to pull out now, but keep your ass exactly where it is, my friend wants a turn". Shit. I'd forgotten about the other guy, but I didn't want to disobey the loud guy. He was obviously not shy about attracting attention. I stayed exactly in the same spot as the first guy pulled out and a dollop of his cum fell to the floor. I heard "we can't waste that, it'll be good lube" and he scooped the cum off the floor, coated his friend's dick, and his friend pushed his bare cock inside me. The friend started thrusting right away. He was much quieter than the first one, which was a relief, but I could hear a running commentary: "That's so hot watching you fuck him bareback" and "so hot that you're using my cum as lube" and "you're going to breed him too, aren't you?". That last one was answered by a demonstration rather than with words. His cock pulsed and I heard a soft groan, and I knew I'd just taken another random load. I came too, shooting my load over the cubicle floor. That's two random anonymous loads in my monogamous ass. The second guy finished and they both left the cubicle, and after washing hands, I heard them leave the facility. I waited for a couple of minutes and decided I needed to leave. No one else had entered, so I figured it was safe to make my escape. I took a few steps outside, and came face to face with my boyfriend's friend, chatting to another guy. The same one who I thought I'd snuck past last time. "Fancy seeing you here. What a coincidence" to be continued...

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

It’s like a second coming out, coming out as a bottom. You come to terms with being gay which society deemed “less than” being heterosexual (at least back in the day). Then you have to come to terms with being “less than” a top (I mean in society’s judgement). I used to claim “top” and “bottom” were constructs and that we were all verse, but as the years went by and I never, ever topped I had to admit I’m a complete, gold star bottom. Topping is as against my nature as fucking a woman.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

I joke that a friend used to pimp me out. Fact is, among people I don't know I'm socially awkward and would never approach someone. We once were at a bar watching a baseball game and I indicated that I thought the guy on the other side of my friend was hot. He immediately turned to him and said "My friend thinks you're really hot." I was fucking mortified. But 1/2 hour later I was in his hotel room, doing unspeakable things 🙂 Had I made my move, it probably wouldn't have worked because I don't always come across well. But that intermediary was what I needed!

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

I met a hot trucker at the Red Roof Inn on I95 next to the truckstop. Really hot and amazing dick. He messaged me with the room number and that the door was cracked open. I entered the darkened room and slid on the bed next to him and swallowed his rock hard cock. He was in his early thirties and just wanted a good blowjob. I was happy to oblige. He lay there with just his jeans unzipped watching some straight porn on his phone while I coaxed a thick load from him. Hope he passes back through soon.

Whenever I see this topic I feel compelled to comment. I am a bottom. I always have been and always will be. I started to get bred at 13 by a very big cock and have always been a sloppy bottom ever since. Because of this i am sometimes self conscious about how loose I am. I know it’s probably my own insecurities but over the years there have been instances where tops have commented on how loose I am. I try to not focus on it but it’s always in the back of my mind. Yesterday I hooked up with a younger guy that had a great body and was all top. When he went to fuck me I grabbed his cock to guide him in. I acted like his cock was hard to take but it really wasn’t at all. I do that to make him seem like he is opening me up but there isn’t any need. I could be getting fucked by him with a 9”dildo in me at the same time. lol anyway he didn’t seem to mind and he came fast with a heavy thick load so I guess my pussy did it’s job. I know I will never be tight so I should learn to embrace it.

Part 2 Continued: There I was, bent over with Ginger's amazing tool in my mouth and some random guy's load in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I was definitely enjoying this experience. Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me around. I knew where this was headed but this time I didn't fight it. I didn't even try to say no. Using my spit, Ginger's precum, and the stranger's cum, Ginger slowly slid his thick cock into my willing hole. He went slowly and gently. He knew he was thick and couldn't just ram it in. I still needed to relax and help. His cock wasn't going in easily, but we managed it in the end. Once he was balls deep, Ginger started to really fuck me and I was in heaven. This cock was the thickest I'd had in a long time and it was battering my prostate and sending me into a state of bliss. Of course, in a public beat like that, you can't stay there for a long, slow fuck, so Ginger sped up and seemed to be really trying to destroy my hole. I hoped my boyfriend didn't want to fuck tonight, he wouldn't even touch the sides. I had to brace myself against the wall to help with Ginger's onslaught. The pounding on my prostate sent me over the edge and I shot my load hands free. All over the wall in front of me. My ass tightened as I came and that sent Ginger over the edge too. I could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing inside me. He stopped cumming and stayed deep inside me, both of us panting to catch out breath. His cock softened but it was still thick enough that it never just slipped out. We had to separate and pulling out actually hurt and made me wince. Ginger tidied himself up and left the cubicle. I was still leaning against the wall, pants still around my ankles. Ginger hadn't even bothered to close the door. I heard footsteps approaching and had to act fast to get the door closed and locked before the new guy walked in. I didn't want to be caught in that kind of compromising situation. The new guy must have gone to the urinal because the second cubicle remained empty. I was glad. It gave me a few moments to clean up and get myself in order. I didn't need yet another cock to come through the glory hole. I couldn't. I was supposed to be monogamous. As I left the cubicle, once again vowing that I wouldn't return, I'd be faithful to my boyfriend, I glanced at the urinal and was horrified to see one of my boyfriend's friends standing there, presumably cruising and looking for fun. I rushed out as quickly as I could hoping to escape before he saw me. I think I succeeded. I hoped my naughty secret was safe and I once again berated myself for my actions. I wouldn't do that again. I couldn't do that again. What if the friend had been there earlier? What if he'd been the one to use me through the glory hole? No, I couldn't go back. That was a close call. I'm sure he hadn't seen me. I went home with two loads inside me, one from a stranger with a nice cock and one from a hot ginger with a thick pleasure-giving chunk of man-meat.

Dillon went to work, his hole was leaking some after taking two loads and once inside he went to the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror to make sure he did not have a wet spot and he sat on the toilet and let the cum out. After the first gush of cum he dribbled cum for a minute and then whipped his ass and it was tender. He licked his finger and slide it in his hole and then brought it to his mouth and tasted the guys cum. He had really wanted to taste cum so bad this morning so he fingered his ass a few more times and tasted that hot masculine mans cum. His dick started to get hard again and he had to jack off thinking about him. When he came it shot almost to the stall door and landed on the floor in huge globs, He quickly whipped it up just as a co-worker came in. Dillon felt relieved , he got to taste cum and he got to cum again. He felt like he get some work done and all. He heard his phone and it was an email. Dillon looked and the guy from the glory hole hit him up to confirm today. Dillon sent back an email yes I will be there, I need to taste your cum! Then Dillon saw an email from the guy from this morning. Boy, your tongue and mouth on my ass was amazing. You have a great pussy too, looking forward to teaching you hot to be a real cock sucker but until then you can eat my hole as much as you want. Dillon did not respond although he was getting hard again. He tried to work on his project but he seemed to only be able to think about sucking some cock tonight and swallowing their loads. he hopped that guy from last week was there too. He turned off his phone and got to work on his project and by 2 PM he had made a dent in it but turned his phone on and the ding of an email so he quickly looked and there was a email from glory hole. He got worried the guy was cancelling but instead the email read. Hey Cock Sucker, instead of stall three go to stall one. It works the same way and once you see me tap my foot pull off the toilet paper dispenser and get on your knees. Confirm you have this and you will have your fag mouth there at 4PM. Dillon sent an email saying Yes! Dillon could not concentrate and tried to work but had to got the bathroom at 2:30 and touch his hole and jack off. He had never really liked his hole being touched, he had a girlfriend in college that went there and he stopped her. Now it was like electric, still sore but it made his dick even harder. Dillon jacked and soon slipped a finger in his hole and shot all over and this time he hit the door of the stall. Dillon cleaned it up and went back to his desk and saw it was almost 3:00. He decided to work another 30 minutes and then head to the building. He arrived at 3:50 and he waited in the car. He tried to listen to music but all he could think about was sucking dick. He played with his dick and then at 3:59 he walked to the door and went in and headed to stall one. He sat down and his dick was hard as a rock, he pulled it from under the fabric and jacked it while he rubbed his hole and then he hard the door. Stall number two opened and a foot tapped, once, twice and then three times. Dillon pulled up the toilet dispenser and a dick pushed through. It was not the guy from the email nor the other guy but someone new. The dick was really big and thick, dark brown and uncut. Dillon got on his knees and started to suck that big brown dick and licked and tongue the foreskin and the guy moaned, Dillon worked more and more and then pushed back the skin and sucked and licked all over the head and tasted all the guys precum. The guy was leaking big time. Then Dillon sucked and tried to take it all, it was so thick and the guy just moaned and said good fag, that is fag boy. Dillon heard the door and stopped sucking for a minute and and tried to see through the crack in the stall. He could not see anyone. Then he heard something move on the other wall of the stall and a dick slide thought. That was the first guy he sucked, He jacked the big brown dick and leaned over and sucked this guys dick while he jacked the big uncut dick. Dillon was in heaven and he would switch back and fourth and then the Dark Dicked guy spoke. Fag, put your ass up to the hole I want to lick it while you suck dick. Dillon had noticed that the hole on this booth was bigger and he wondered if that is why he was told to move her or if it was because he could suck two dick in this one. The big dark uncut dick pilled out out and Dillon put his ass up the thole and spread his checks and felt a wet tongue lick his hole and he moaned. The guy knew how to tongue a hole and soon was eating Dillon's hole making Dillon leak and suck hard on the other guys dick and then the Latin guy, the accent gave it away said really load. This fucking Fag has cum in his ass. Dillon was busy sucking cock but he was totally ashamed and pissed he let that guy cum inside him but his dick was still rock hard and dripping and then the Latin guy dove in and ate him for two more minutes, spit on Dillon's hole three times and then stood up and pressed his dick up against Dillon's wet hole. Dillon knew he should pull away but the dick slide slowly and somewhat painfully inside his still tight little ass and the guy said Baby, your fag pussy is so tight. Relax your little slut pussy so Papi does not cum to fast. The dick on the other side pulled out and slide some poppers in the hole and gave them to Dillon. The guy had a ring on his left ring finger so he was married. Dillon hit the poppers and his hole opened up and the Latin guy said again slut, Dillon did it again and then the guy fucked him hard for ten minutes and shot his load deep in Dillon. The guys said fucking stay right there you dirty whore and take all Papi's cum. The guy slowly slide out after another two minutes of slow fucking and then whipped his dick off and said, thanks fag, and walked out. Dillon had his hole right against the wall when he heard the door again and the guy he was sucking said slut stay right where you are and do not move. Someone entered and then Dillon felt a finger and then two. The guy said good whore pussy, then pressed his dick up against Dillon's hole and slide inside and slowly fucked him while he moaned and after five minutes he shot his load in Dillon. The guy he was sucking told Dillon to stay put while the guy who had just shot in him did not say a work and walked out. The door again and then he hard two guys in the booth, or he thought it was two. He felt a tongue on his hole and the guy eat his cum filled ass and then stood up and slide his big long dick inside Dillon. The guy had to be 9" but not supper thick and he kept hitting Dillon deep and Dillon loved that dick in his wet hole. It was the hottest dick so far inside him as to how it was making him feel deep inside. The guy fucked him for five minutes and pulled out and then he felt another tongue on his hole and this guy ate his hole for a few minutes and got up and slide in. His dick was a bit thicker and not as long but still felt amazing in his hole. They switched off and on like this for another ten to fifteen minutes and the the thicker of the two shot his load deep and then the long amazing dick fucked Dillon for another five minutes and came hard and they both got dressed and left. Stay right there the guy he had been sucking said as he moved to booth two. He just slide right in in one motion and fucked his hole and said nothing but pounded away. Then the door and Dillon watched the hole and this fat 7'5 inch dick presented itself. It was soft and the guy had ginger hair with some gray hair mixed in with his red hair. Dillon knew the guy had to be older but he had yet to taste any cum and he grabbed the soft dick and started to suck on it, The guy was leaking but did not seem to want to get hard but after five minutes of sucking Dillon felt his dick starting to harden and soon it was a this fat beer can dick and Dillon sucked and licked all over it and the guy started to cum and Dillon sucked and swallowed all his load. The guy came a lot and Dillon loved it and while hew as cleaning up the last of the guys cum the first guy he ever was with shot his load deep inside Dillon's ass and then pulled out and zipped up and left and the guy he had just sucked pressed his dick back through and it was now soft again and Dillon sucked it and in no time it was rock hard again and he did not last long and shot another load even bigger then before. The guy pulled his dick away and closed the hole and disappeared without a word. Dillon sat on the toilet ready to jack off but thought maybe someone else would enter but after ten minutes he shot his wad and left with the cums till inside him.

Part 2 After I heard the car door open and close, I blacked out. I woke up in a massive bed. The room had no furniture in it except for the bed and a side table next to it. The wall was a full mirror as was the ceiling. I sat up and looked around. At that moment the door opened. It was Tom, he walked into the room smiling, still wearing his black slacks and white shirt. “Hey sleepy head, you blacked out. How are you feeling?” “Where am I?” “I brought you back to my place, I didn’t know where you lived so had no choice really. Look it’s only about 1 in the morning, you weren’t out for long. Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll drive you home?” I had so many thoughts racing through my head, mostly I was relieved that nothing bad had happened. I really needed to piss and I’d been in bed with my clothes on so I felt a bit sticky and sweaty. I agreed and Tom showed me an ensuite bathroom. When I was having my shower I noticed an enema attachment on one of the hoses. I thought I owed Tom a good night seeing as he helped me. So I cleaned myself out, just in case. Once out the shower, I went back into the bedroom to find Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I was just in my towel and blushed as I looked around for my clothes. “Come over here, let me dry you off boy.” Tom said smiling at me, calling me boy made me cock twitch. Tom started to rub my towel over my body, he carefully opened it up to reveal my now growing cock. I blushed. He took the towel and carefully made sure I was completely dry, focusing especially on my ass and cock. “Hmm, you’re a bit bushy down there boy” “Sorry, it’s been a while” “Don’t worry about it, let me tidy you up.” Tom said with a wink. I’d never had another guy shave any part of me before, I wasn’t particularly hairy but I’d left myself for too long. Tom took me to the ensuite and lathered up some soap over my cock and balls, teasingly jerking my cock a few times. He then took an open razor and clean shaved my entire crotch, I hadn’t been that smooth since before puberty. He turned me around and did the same to my ass. Once he was satisfied I was smooth he put me in the shower again and told me to rinse off. “Did you clean your ass for me boy?” I nodded and explained that I felt I had to make it up to him for looking after me. He just smiled and turned back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, grabbed a towel and followed him. Once in the bedroom he again sat on the bed and dried me off. I just stood there hard as a rock. I leant down towards him to kiss him but he pulled away and took the back of my head and forced it into his crotch. “Been wanting to do that all night kiddo.” I started nuzzling his crotch and then slowly undid the zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was semi hard and already about 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. I gulped. “Don’t worry boy I don’t expect you to take all of it but a little tease wont hurt.” Tom lifted me onto the bed we 69’d, he had his clothes on the entire time. I managed to get just past the head of his cock in my mouth and was beginning to enjoy myself when I realised he was sliding his finger into my ass, he had used just spit and it scratched a little as he pushed in. “Fuck boy, you’ve got a tight cunt!” Tom said slapping my ass cheek. He flipped me on to my back and spread my legs wide, eating out my ass. I was moaning like I had never done before. My ex never rimmed me and I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, heck I couldn’t remember the last time I had kissed a guy! It was almost euphoric. Tom grabbed some lube and started fingering my ass, he slowly worked up to 3 of his thick fingers in my hole. He grabbed the lube and started coating his cock. “Have you got a condom?” I asked “I don't have unsafe sex, I’m negative and scared of getting anything. Not that I think you do…” “Shh boy.” Tom said with a wicked smile, he reached to the unit next to the bed and grabbed a Condom. He made a show of tearing it open carefully and sliding it down his now 12in hard cock. The condom barely made it half way down the shaft it was so thick. “Please go slow, it’s been a long time” I whimpered as Toms cock teased at my hole. “I won’t put it all in, just the tip, enough to make you feel good boy.” I sighed as he slid a couple of thick inches into me, he slowly rocked the top of his beautiful cock in and out of my hole, after a while he asked if we could change positions because he wanted to cum. I rolled onto my front and again felt him slide a couple of inches into me. He kept up a steady pace and then I felt his restraint as he came. He didn’t pound deep into me but just pulsed where he was. “Shit, the condom broke” Panic rushed through me like an icy chill. “Are you sure, shit, are you clean. Fuck” I got up and immediately ran to the bathroom, I started to try push out his cum but it must have been deeper than I thought because nothing came out, when I wiped my ass there was some blood on the toilet tissue. “Look kiddo it happens, don’t let it ruin the fun” Tom said while pulling me in for a tight hug. I felt his strong arms hold me in place and his cock grow again slightly. Although he never said if he was clean or not, but I didn’t dwell on it. When I glanced at his now sweaty shirt I could see colours of a tattoo under his shirt, but I couldn’t make them out. Tom gave me my clothes and he took me back to my apartment, as I was getting out the car he took my hand. “John, I’m sorry if tonight seemed a bit much.. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow and take you for some drinks to make up for tonight. I won’t take no for an answer boy” “I normally have stuff on over the weekend and I enjoyed myself but I should probably go and get myself checked tomorrow and… “ I babbled on “Kiddo, I’m picking you up tomorrow, end of discussion.” With that he let go of my hand, pushed me back and slammed the car door. He drove off, leaving me at the side of the road, not quite sure what had happened, and what was to come.

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

I'd like to start a Telegram group solely for who get horned up by incest. I hope it's OK for me to do this here. My group shall be created once I have enough contacts. This is my Telegram username: t.me/Incestg00ner

in my experience, faggots need to feel used sexually. There’s almost an element of bondage in it but it’s not quite bondage. Most faggots do not like pain, but they appear to accept it joyfully if that’s what their Alpha wants. What they really care about is the load inside them, rough, painful, short, slow or quick, punches or strokes. All taken. All accepted. As long as the load gets deposited deep inside them. If you’re one of these faggots or have a solid theory about it, why do you think faggots are like this?

I’m Brandon and I cant believe the night I just had. I would never in a million years would have thought that I’d get caught with my boyfriend by my step dad. I never thought that what came after that would happen to me but it did. It’s still a bit foggy to me but I’ll try to recall it as best as I can. This evening started off chill as fuck. My mom was out of town for the weekend and my stepdad Nick was going to be out for the night. I had invited my best friend Jan over to hang out and stay the night. My family did not know he was my boyfriend; although they might suspect since we are pretty much joined at the hip. Since we had the house to ourselves, we were taking the opportunity to take our relationship to the next level. We’d sucked each other off a couple times but tonight I wanted him to pop my cherry. Everything was going alright. Just the right amount of awkwardness for a first time. I sucked off him 6 inch cut dick and he sucked on my 7 inch cut dick. He had just turned my over and started to eat my hole out when my room door opened. We both turned to see my stepdad standing in the doorway. He was standing there speechless. Jan and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. It took us a moment before we realized we were butt naked and dashed for our respective piles of clothes. I couldn’t find my underwear and just pulled up my mesh shorts when my stepdad broke the silence. N: I think Jan should probably head home. You can see him out and then come find me in the basement. Jan and I practically ran to the front door. I kissed him goodbye as he wished me good awkward talk with my stepdad. We both chuckled. I shut the door. I paused for a moment before going to the basement. I had just thrown on my shorts, everything else was still on my bedroom floor. I better not keep my stepdad waiting. As I walked toward the basement steps, I paused. I had never been allowed to go into the basement. It was officially a “love resort” for my mom and Nick. I was really curious to see it afterall. As I reached the door at the bottom of the stairs, I knocked and waited for the reply. Nick called me in. I opened the door and was shocked to see that it was a master bedroom of sorts in the basement. A huge bed with a long ottoman in front of it. Nick was sitting on the ottoman and gestured for me to join him right next to wear he was seated. As I walked up my eyes wandered and caught sight of a sex sling. This was the first time I had really thought of my mom and Nick fucking in the house. The thought lingered and would not go away. I wasn’t one of those gay boys that were disgusted with the thought of women. They just didn’t do anything for me in that way. A second thought of good for my mom replaced the first thought. It was good that she had a healthy sex life, afterall, I was trying to have the same. I sat next to Nick and the air filled with awkward silence for a moment. It was Nick that broke the silence. N: Well that just happened. We both had a laugh at that. Nick pulled up 2 glasses from the floor. It looked dark with carbonation like a soda. I took the peace-offering and took a gulp. It had a … lets say interesting taste. Nick said it was a rum and coke. I had never drank alcohol so I just assumed that he was right. N: An adult drink for 2 adults talking about adult things. This caught me off guard a moment. I had just turned 18 a week prior and was not used to thinking of myself as an adult quite yet. I took another gulp of my drink. Nick did his best to disarm the situation by making some small talk but there was something in the atmosphere that wouldn’t go away. Finally after some time I got direct. B: Are you going to tell my mom about what you saw me and Jan doing? N: I don’t know. Are you going to tell your mom what you and Jan were doing? B: Fuck no. My mom and I are close but not that close. She doesn’t need to know when I’ve sucked a dick or got a tongue up my ass. As the words escaped my mouth I was taken back by my directness. I was felling more comfortable by the minute and had no clue as to why. Yes, warm and comfortable. I was actually starting to get warm to wear I was glad I was shirtless. I started to fan myself with my hand. This caught the attention of Nick. N: yes, I think its getting warm down here too. Nick pulls off his shirt revealing a man’s chest. I usually liked smoother guys but I was digging Nicks chest hair. And then I caught myself staring down his happy trail to a nice latino bulge. I shot my gaze up and hoped he didn’t catch me checking out his goods. He continued talking like nothing had happened. I was releaved. N: To answer your question, no. I will not tell your mom I caught you in an intimate moment with your “friend”. He smirked and the sight of him smirking made my dick twitch a bit. N: I have a late birthday gift for you. I know you are a pot smoker but I have some stuff that me and your mom like to smoke from time to time. I think it would be the perfect bonding experience for us. Nick pulled out a bubbler with a round bulb at the end. It had a white residue in the bulb but other than that, it looked like a regular weed bubbler. He held it out for me to put my mouth on. I was totally taken back by this development but did not want to get on his bad side so I put my mouth up to the mouth piece. A flick of a lighter and I was taking my first hit of whatever this was. He told me to hold the smoke in for 3 to 5 seconds. When I finally released I blew out a small cloud. Whatever this was, it was definitely not weed. Nick motioned for me to take another hit so I obliged and took a bigger hit. A second cloud escaped my mouth. I got light headed but in a good way. B: wow, what’s that stuff? N: oh this is just a bit of Tina. I can tell you like it. Just like your mom. Feels way better than weed right? B: Yeah, way better. Can I take another hit? N: Go ahead and finish the bowl. Nick pulled out a torch and this time continued to bob the flame on the bulb. This allowed me to take bigger hits. 3 or 4 huge clouds later, the bowl was done and I was feeling great. N: Good, now that you’re feeling good, we can really talk. I just want to make sure you know what you and your friend are doing or what you are trying to do. I assume that since you talked about dick you have already sucked him off. I nodded silently. N: Has he sucked you off? I nodded silently. N: He was tongue deep in your hole, eating like he was hungry. Did he make that pussy wet? Without thinking I blurted out – B: oh you have no idea. It felt great. Nick just smiled and reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts. I looked down and was watching it grow slightly. N: Well son, with an answer like that you have me wondering. Just how wet did your pussy get? I was in love with how he was talking about my hole. My dick was hard. Wait, I look down and no I’m pretty soft. Im felling horny but my dick is just there. I’m confused. Nick sees my confusion and refills the bubbler. He takes his hit and melts the tina in the bulb. He lets out a huge cloud. He challenges me to make a bigger cloud. I take the challenge. He lights the bulb with the torch again for me and I rip a good size cloud. It wasn’t as big as his but big. I look over at him and can read his face. I see disappointment in his face. I want to make him proud. I need to make him proud. I ask him to light me up again. This time, a huge cloud escapes my mouth and I get that hazy horny feeling hit me again. I look over at him and he smiles at me approvingly. Again my dick twitches the way only a soft tina dick can. I cant see it but a small drop of precum leaks from my dick through my shorts making a wet spot. I become transfixed on the growing bulge in Nick’s shorts. Nick is standing before me and his dick is growing down the side of the shorts and almost past the material. He moves slightly and the tip of his head is visible for a moment. He takes a huge hit while I’m staring and I don’t see him get right in my face and locks lips with me. I open my mouth instinctually and he blows the cloud into my lungs. His lips close down and we make out for a moment. We break from our kiss and I feel his hands roaming my body. His hands tweak my nipples and I moan. He breaks the moan with another kiss. As we make out, his hands travel down and one hand stops on my soft dick. His touch is electric and I can tell im leaking precum but am amazed that im soft as can be. His other hand ventures behind me and squeezes my perfectly round teen ass. The hand that is playing with my dick is covered in precum. He lifts it up and rubs in on my face, my lip. He licked up the sticky precum with his tongue in the most sexiest lick ever. He pushes me down to my knees. I’m face to face with his dick straining to get free. N: Is Jan’s dick cut like yours? B: yes, he’s cut. N: have you ever seen one that isn’t cut? B: Not yet As if on queue, he slides his shorts off and his dick springs free and smacks my cheek. I stare at it. I’ve never seen a man with foreskin before. I don’t know what to make of it. I reach up, brab the thick piece of meat and pull the foreskin back. It looks just like mine with the skin pulled back. I release it and his foreskin rolls forward covering his head again. N: Lick it. You know you want to. Taste me. I open up and surround his head with my mouth. His precum flavor is different than Jan’s. it’s hard to explain. Jan’s is almost sweeter but Nick’s taste amazing. I tongue his foreskin and flick it back and forth in my mouth. This makes him throb in my mouth. I pull my mouth away. I pull his skin back and take it back in my mouth. It slides all the way into my mouth and touches the back of my throat. I pause for a moment. That’s usually as far as Jan gets but Nick has more dick to work with. I pull off it a moment and take it back in my throat. Nick moans as it sinks further into my throat. N: oh damn boy. You suck just like your whore mom. Better once you get used it. Nick pulls away and leaves me without his dick for a moment. He refills his bubbler and returns. His dick is pointing directly at me. level with my mouth begging for me to suck on it. He hits the bubbler and squats down. He blows the cloud in my face. N: that’s a good little cloud whore. Now take your hit and like I blew out on you, blow out on my dick. He torches the bowel and I get a good hit. I hold it a moment, getting lightheaded and then lean forward and open my mouth. I start to blow the cloud out and Nick slams his dick in my mouth. It happens so quickly, I can barely catch myself enough to blow the cloud out threw my nose. N: Again. He lights the bowel with the torch, I take my big hit and again he rams his dick in my mouth. This time he keeps fucking my throat. I feel his balls slapping my chin. N: Has Jan ever fucked your throat like this? I cant speak with his dick in my throat but I shake my head slightly from side to side. N: Stand up. Time to show me how wet your boyfriend got your pussy. He pulls his dick out of my mouth and a line of drool leaks from his head to my mouth. I stand up and Nick slaps my left ass cheek. I cant see it but I can feel a hand print against my soft complected skin. He leads to the bed and throws me against it. N: Oh your back. Show me that hole. I lean back against the bed and jump up on it. I keep going until my ass is just hanging off the edge of it. I pull my legs up to my chest and grab my ankles. I know this position well. It’s my favorite for Jan to eat my hole. I hope that’s what is going to happen. Nick walks off and comes back with a couple of things in his hands. He places the items next to me on the bed. He pushes his finger against my hole and Jan’s spit is still there. The finger slides in easily. I moan out loud. N: Mmmm. That feel good? You ever been opened up with some fingers? I shake my head in an affirmative. Jan has ever only put 2 fingers in me at a time. But that wasn’t the question asked. I kept that to myself hoping I would get more in me. N: Are you still a virgin? Is this a virgin hole? Before I can answer, he pulls his dickhead to the opening of my hole and circles my hole. He rubs his head right at the entrance and makes me moan so loudly I feel like they heard me outside. He doesn’t push it in, just teases my hole. In between my moaning, I say B: yes, I’m a virgin. Please fuck me. Take my cherry. I need dick in my hole so bad. Fill me with your daddy cum. Nick gets down on his knees and I get sad for a moment. That’s until his tongue starts probing my hole. He’s eating my pussy. 10 times better than when Jan was doing it. I’m moaning so much, I’m drooling. Nick pushes his finger inside me. he eats some more. More saliva fills my hole. A second finger dives in. I’m loving it. When he adds a third finger, I start to really feel my hole stretch but I’m all in at this point. I’m loving it. I look over at the head between my legs and release my ankles. My legs wrap around Nick’s head. He pulls away from my wet hole and pushes my legs back up to my chest. He holds them in place until I take over by grabbing my ankles again. I’m in love with the way his hands feel against my thighs. He touches my inner thigh down to my hole and dips his fingers back in me. I can feel three fingers stretching my hole open again. He pulls out his fingers and lets my hole tighten up again. He reaches over to the items at my side. I look down from my perspective and see that he is grabbing a needleless syringe filled with a liquid. He inserts the syringe into my hole and pushes the contents into me. It starts to make my hole get warm, burn a bit. I flinch as the slight discomfort. I ask him what he just put up in me. N: oh don’t worry baby. I just filled you with a big shot of my cum from my last pnp session. And a ton of crushed up T mixed into my cum. I just wanted to have my load be the first inside of you incase you cant take my big dick. But I think you’ll take it like a champ, no problem. The warming of my hole is making it even more hungry for something inside of it. I start to beg him to put his fingers back in me. N: Hold up little one. He pulls up another syringe filled like the previous. Nick pushes it up in my hole and pushes the liquid up in me. The now familiar warming feeling is welcomed and I once again start to beg him to fill my pussy. B: Was that more cum for me? N: Yup another T load to help prepare you. Nick pulls the syringe out and starts to finger the opening of my hole but just the opening. I start to push back against his finger, trying to get it deeper inside of me. He reaches for a bottle of lube beside of me and lathers his dick. I start to squirm in anticipation. He pulls his body up against mine. He rests my legs on his shoulders. His dickhead touches my hole. N: What do you want son? B: I want your big daddy dick in my hole. I need you to fuck me and fill me with your babies. N: You sure? He asks as he pushes forward to that my hole stretches around his head. B: Yes, now. I need it now. Nick smiles and then lets his body weight fall against my body. His dick sinks into my hole and stretches me around his girthy dick. He lowers himself slowly without stopping. I whimper as his dick penetrates me inch by inch. My hole feels like its on fire with a tree being pushed up inside of me. I dare not ask him to stop. I feel like im about to pass out from the intensity coming from my pussy, the pain. That’s when I feel him bottom out. His balls touch my ass and he leaves the length of his dick inside me. Nick stays in that position. I know he is being generous and letting me get used to the monster dick that has invaded my virgin hole. He leans forward and we start to make out. This helps me relax a moment and my pussy unclenches. Nick feels this and immediately pulls almost the entire length out and slams it all back inside of me. I feel like the wind has been kicked out of me. I cant breath. He holds his position until I start to gasp for air. I make a whimper sound and mumble OMG. Once Nick hears this, he pulls back and slams forward again. This time he continues and starts long dicking me. My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. I feel it trying to fight the invading meat but begging for more of the anal assault. I’m moaning like a good little whore for my stepdad. N: Yes, make your noises baby. Just like your mom. She loves this big dick just as much as you do. Its this statement that lifts the mental drugged up fog a bit and the full weight of what is happening hits me. I’m getting fucked. I’m getting fucked hard. I’m getting fucked hard by my stepdad. I’m taking the same dick as my mom gets. I wonder why she ever leaves the house when she could stay home and get fucked like this all day, everyday. I’m falling in love with my stepdad. With every thrust I’m becoming more and more his little whore. He’s making my body tremble with his meat invading my pussy. Making my body ache with lust. I don’t know how long he lasts fucking me like that. It felt like hours. But eventually he pulled my legs down and I folded them around his waist, pulling him in closer to my body. He stopped long dicking me and just rocked back and forth with it completely inside me. This position made me feel so close to him. When he tired of being romantic. He pulled out and turned me over flat on my stomach. Nick spit on my hole and lined his dick back up with my pussy. He thrusted inside me. He was able to get a good piston fuck going for a few minutes. He pulled me up by the waist and pushed inside me doggie style. His hands roamed my back, pushing my top half down into the bed. My face was smashed into the bed as Nick smashed my hole. I was in heaven. When he tired of that position, he turned me back over and fucked me missionary. This evidently put his dick in just the right angle to hit my prostate and he made me cum like a good little whore. I was so confused how I was only half hard and came without touching myself. It was all him making me feel so good. Watching me cum all over myself must have been what he was waiting for because to really picked up the pace after that. His body slapping against mine could be heard echoing in the room. N: I’m gonna cum. Take my load you gay little whore. Nick slammed into me three more times before staying inside me while he shot his thick load inside me. I could feel the warmth of his cum coat my insides. When he pulled out, I felt the load start to leak from my open hole. It just leaked onto the bed. I couldn’t clench my hole shut. I looked at him and said I was sorry. N: that’s okay. A sloppy hole sometimes does that. It’s okay. You’re gonna get at least one more load from me and one more from our guest once he arrives. I look at him questioning what he meant. N: oh don’t worry. It’s not a stranger and you’ve already taken a load from him. It was the second shot of cum I lubed you up with. The thought of having some strangers cum inside me both scared and excited me. I was at a loss for words. B: Who’s cumming over? Who’s cum is inside of me? N: oh don’t worry baby. It’s not a stranger. Your boyfriend Jan’s dad is breaking him in right now like I’m breaking you in. He and I always PNP when the girls are away. They’ll be over in a little while and then the real fun can start. So now I have just jumped in and out of the shower. Cleaned off the sweat and cum so I can look presentable for my boyfriend and his dad to come over for more fuck fun.

@Pozzible Re: Warren. Maybe. But these are worth a read if you think so. I dug these out, almost "blast from the past" articles, it's been so long. [think before following links] https://www.factcheck.org/2019/06/facts-on-warrens-wealth-tax-plan/ [think before following links] https://budgetmodel.wharton.upenn.edu/issues/2021/3/15/budgetary-effects-of-senator-warren-wealth-tax [think before following links] https://taxfoundation.org/research/all/federal/wealth-tax/ More than any of the details above, none can account for ramifications of the Exit Tax. They assume legality to offer an overall estimate. There's a Constitutionality issue in the U.S. as well as -- more likely -- International Law... but I get that info from a former colleague. No idea on that myself but both are referenced in the top-line assessment online, which also details the 5th Amendment. Moreover, the Penn analysis updated their model with more feedback effects from their original findings. That is linked above. Like any good academic work, it says a lot without actually saying anything! @tallslenderguy and all, as this is an open convo, I ref'd making a decision between penalizing success and incentivizing for better outcomes. I do think Warren's falls into the former. But consider this article on same for NYC. Before you read, as a thought-test, simplify government revenue to personal income tax. What share of revenue should come from the top 1%? [think before following links] https://www.vitalcitynyc.org/articles/even-mamdanis-new-york-needs-millionaires After reading, what happens when those people just leave, or the corporations with those jobs hire elsewhere (incl. remote)? This gets to the fear in Warren's plan represented by the Exit Tax, a key element to make the whole thing work. As with others, these are illustrative discussion points, not designed to weed-dive.

Wow, what a story, have been rock hard for 2 hours now... just managed to get to the camp story part 5... more for tomorrow I guess. What great characters, really great job!

That is fucking hot. Did it start by your dad fucking your ass or did he train you to suck his cock first?

I got fucked by my BF's roommate while he was in the shower getting ready for our 3rd anniversary. The roommate walked by our room when I was changing and I caught him starring at me naked in a mirror. We always had a little flirty energy but never acted on it. Being a horny 20-something at the time, I wandered over to his room and rode his cock. He busted in me quick before my BF's shower water stopped. Then I scurried back to our room and showered up before my BF and I went to dinner. BF and I had a bunch of drinks and I sucked him off that night. I was pent up because I hadn't busted yet, so when my BF passed out I hung out in the living room scrolling through a4a and CL m4m at the time. The TV was on and his roommate wandered out and eventually and railed me again on the balcony. We went to the balcony so we could hear if my BF woke up to have time to act like we were just having a drink and a smoke. I shot a load off the balcony while he nutted in me again. A very memorable anniversary for me, as I started a hookup affair with his roommie. EDIT: Also worth mentioning, an older gay neighbor caught us fucking from his window and jerked off for us - we both hooked up with him a few weeks later.

When it comes down to it, experienced hole is responsive to the man using it. Experienced dick opens me up as fast or slow as he wants. I focus my surrender to relax my hole so it's an easy in for the bigger boys. The man fucking me decides how loose and wet it gets. I get assgasms from being fucked that make my whole body spasm as well as my hole, so 3 to 5 hour long fucks are my favorites. My soft dick leaks ropes of precum from the man pounding it out of me. Regulars use the amount of precum they fuck out of me as a symbol of their skill and my surrender.

Definitely 100% prefer nice loose hole that I can fuck for hours. Like to be able to pull all the way out and slam back in balls deep. Also major turn-on for me is a bottom that stays limp and doesn't touch himself. Love when it's all about my cock and his hole...

Wow, thanks for the pozitive feedback! Here is part 2. --- Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 2: Finding Grampa in Palm Springs In all my planning about escaping from my Dad, I had made a really dumb mistake. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to Palm Springs when I realized that I had no fucking address for my Grampa. Nothing. All I had was an idea that he lived in Palm Springs. My anxiety exploded and I realized that I would be homeless in like a week if I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have enough money to last that long. In my desperation, I reached out to the senior poz daddies I had been chatting with. I wrote: “Guys, I know this sounds stupid. My dad found out I am gay and I am headed to California to meet my Grampa, who is also gay. But my family never shared his address with me. He lives in Palm Springs. I don’t know, this is so dumb…but maybe you know him? His name is Zeus O’Donnell. He’s about 6 feet tall, redhead, had a mustache, really handsome man. He was a professional landscaper and arborist and well known around our area before he left. I have to find him. I only have enough money left to live on my own for another week. But I can’t go back home.” I sent the message then had to board my flight. But just as I was in line there was a message from them. It said: “Oh, we know him well. He lives here in Palm Springs. Everyone loves him. Send us your name and date of birth and we will confirm with him. Tell us your parents’ names and your mother’s maiden name. We have to be sure you are really his grandson. Also, tell us your flight number, airline and arrival time.” I fired off the details and boarded my flight. Then, nothing for the next five hours. I couldn’t connect to the site again. I hadn't ravelled much and I didn’t realize you could only get free text messaging and limited internet on board and the bareback site was blocked that I used to communicate with them. I couldn’t sleep a minute. I was so wired up and nervous. After I landed, I was able to connect to WiFi in the terminal and got back on the site. There was a message. “We sent a car for you. Your Grampa confirmed your name and date of birth. You’ll see there is a man waiting for you in the baggage claim area. He will bring you to your Grampa’s address.” I took me 20 minutes to find my way through the busy terminal to get to the baggage area. I was carrying my heavy army green backpack and was covered in sweat. Funny how everyone else in this airport was wearing shorts and tank tops. I was over dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I felt such emotion when I saw my name “MIKEY O’DONNELL” on the card held up by the driver, a tanned bearded man with a leather shirt, leather cap and super tight leather shorts. He looked so intimidating I saw others around me smirk and whisper to each other as they saw us together. “It’s me!” I said to the man with my name on his board. “I am Mikey O’Donnell. My Grampa sent you to take me to him.” The leather clad chauffeur smiled and said. “Yes, you look like him, a bit. You’re a lot shorter. But still cute like him.” He was happy with my answers and simply said. “Come.” When we exited the airport, my eyes couldn’t believe the intensity of the sun and felt the hot air suck all the sweat from my body. We walked for a fair bit and then he opened the door to a swanky air conditioned BMW SUV. “There are some drinks and snacks back there” he said, and then he was quiet the whole time apart from some mumbling as he spoke through his air pods. But the ride was only 15 minutes. Don’t know why, I had half expected to be driven to some warehouse or shady side street. Instead, we pulled up into a pristine neighborhood with cactus gardens and carefully organized stones and rocks. “You can get out now,” the gruff chauffeur said. I saw a smirk on his face in the mirror. “I’ll get your bag. Your grandfathers are waiting for you.” “Grandfathers? What?” Anxiety and adrenaline were pumping through me. The chauffeur opened the door for me, took off his sunglasses, and stared me down. I knew instinctively not to question him. I slid out of the car and waited for instructions. “Go, they are waiting," he barked at me. The chauffeur had retrieved my bag and I followed him along the stone path to the bright pink front door where we were greeted by a tall black man in a bathrobe. “Mikey, I’m Donovan. Welcome to gay paradise! Welcome to Palm Springs!” He gave me a big bear hug although I could only halfheartedly hug him back. He took my hand and then led me inside. Behind me, I heard the thud of my backpack as the chauffeur dropped it off and then the closing of the front door. “How was your trip, Mikey?” Donovan asked me. I had to look up to respond. He was bald with bright eyes above smooth high cheeks. I recognized the big smile on his face and the thick mustache that I had seen in their videos to me. I wondered why he was in a bathrobe and acting so casual. I hesitated to move forward. “Well, this is really incredible, isn’t it?” He smiled shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “All the way from Long Island in search of your beloved Grandfather. And to think that you had already connected with him, and me. To think that we all had connected. It’s really a divine intervention.” He raised his hands to the sky in mock prayer and then slapped his hands together with joy. “Sorry, what? Is he here? Did you bring him here to meet me?” I looked around at the spacious living room that looked like it was a photo from some luxury real estate magazine. “Oh my son, Buttboy4older,” Donovan winked at me and started laughing, a big raucous and uncontrollable laugh. And then, my Grampa appeared. I recognized him immediately. He was so much thinner than I remembered but still had his trademark mustache. He was also in a loose cloth bathrobe and using a cane. He shook his head. “Mikey, my boy. I’ve missed you so much.” I could hear his voice crack a little as he saw me. “Good god, you are a beautiful young man.” I walked to him and hugged him and squeezed him and held back tears. “Oh Grampa, I can’t believe this worked. I have wanted to see you for so long.” He patted my head for a few moments. “This is unreal. Isn’t it?”, he said as he looked in my eyes. Holding his hand I replied, “I don’t understand. I reached out to your friend Donovan and he made this happen?” “Well,,” Grampa said, “you reached out to both of us. But Donovan is always more quick to respond than I am on these sites.” I tried to put the puzzle together but was afraid of the answer. “The messages on the dating site were…”I Donovan again burst into laughter. “Ha, oh my son, that is a good one! A dating site! Yes, the “dating site” where lovelorn romantics go to find their soulmates. Ha!” I could now hear the wonderful lyrical Jamaican voice that I had heard in the videos they had shared. I looked at Grampa and then at Donovan. Grampa was smiling but shaking his head as he looked at the terrazzo floor. Donovan said, “Mikey, let’s clear this up right now. We only accept honesty in this house. You and we have been chatting for a while on the bareback site. We are “Poz Daddies Palm Springs” and you are “ButtBoy4Older” and this is your own flesh and blood, your Grampa, Zeus…or Father Zeke as we all call him around here. He and I are the Poz Daddies. We had no idea who you really were, but when you texted your parents’ names and your birthdate, he knew, we knew, you are our grandson.” My face went red and my anxiety exploded. “So, all the filthy things I said, all the dirty photos I sent..it was to you, Grampa, and Donovan?” They both nodded eagerly. “ I feel so, I don’t know…ashamed and confused. All those slutty photos and thoughts. But you guys encouraged it and I felt you had, have, so much to teach me.” Grampa was stroking my head and simply nodded. “Listen, Mikey. This is a shame free household.” And to prove it, Donovan dropped his robe on the floor and revealed his mature naked body to me. He raised his arms to the side. “This is who we are. We are the same men you chatted with on the bareback site. And we want you to be the same Buttboy4older that you were. Don’t hide your true nature. Now, your Grampa has some reservations, but we need to address all of this upfront before we continue.” Donovan walked over to my Grampa and removed his robe. My Grampa was so thin but his muscles popped as did his veins on his girthy penis. Now they were both naked before me. Lust swelled up inside me but was tempered by the shame and confusion I felt. Donovan came and stood between us. He took his free hand and directed it to his body. He guided my limp hand and slid it over his wonderful once muscular chest so that I could feel the heat and texture of his muscle and fat, he rubbed my hand against the heavy nipple piercing and the thick nip knob, and then brought my hand slowly down across his abdomen to his curly pubes. Instinctively, my hand started to descend and caress and stroke his veiny, long, and sweaty cock. I looked down in wonder as my hand found the tip of his uncut penis and rubbed around the foreskin, something I had wanted to do so often when I looked at the photos they sent to me. Donovan let me play with his hefty Jamaican meat for a moment .“Now your, as I said, Grampa Zeke here has some reservations.” I saw my Grampa biting his lip. Donovan continued, “He and I were, and are, so aroused by you and all the things we talked about, but he says he cannot be incestuous with you, his own grandson. Mikey, do me a favor and put one of your fingers inside my foreskin while we talk and gently rub it inside and around my pisshole….oh that’s it my son.” He put one hand on my shoulder and massaged me as I lewdly fondled his hood meat and fingered his wide pisshole. My Grampa was stroking his own thickening veiny cock with one hand and with the other holding onto his cane as we watched me look up at the hung Jamaican giant in awe. “You can see for yourself, Mikey. Look how aroused your Grampa is. But he does not want to be incestuous. He lusts after your bubble butt with its peach fuzz and pink virgin boy cunt. He talks about how it would taste, how it would look as he stares up at it under our rim chair, how your unfucked asslips would look after hours of rimming in our sling, how puffy and horny they would be for our old poz cocks once your unpenetrated hole knows the pleasure of a long deep tonguing and butthole chewing.” I looked at Grampa, and feeling like I was telling a half truth, I said. “I understand, Grampa. I love you. We won’t have incest together.” My index finger was halfway inside Donovan’s long, hot foreskin and was slick with whatever juices and stuff were inside it. I licked my lips as I imagined tonguing inside his hood and really cleaning it out as I French kissed it. Donovan said, “But I am not your Grampa, Mikey. So, none of this between you and me would be incest. And I would love to explore all the sensual and kinky things we talked about in our bareback site messaging. Would you like that, son?” Donovan then did only what I had been imagining about. He pulled my finger out of his moist hooded meat and raised it to my nose, rubbing the funk on it, and then stuck it in my lips as though he were sticking a soother into a baby’s mouth. “Fuck yes, “ I heard my Grampa say. Donovan grunted. “See, you little pig. Grampa likes to watch his own Grandson taste my thick Jamaican sausage juice. Can you imagine how he will react when he watches me deflower your pink virgin shithole?” The utter filth of this conversation made me weak and I groaned as I suckled Donovan’s finger hungry for every taste of his foreskin from my finger. I had heard that older men can sometimes be more lewd and adventurous. I guessed Donovan was one of those men. And my Grampa too. Donovan let me lick it for a few more seconds. “Now, go hug your Grampa and tell him how my poz foreskin tasted.” Donovan pushed me into my Grampa who received me with open arms and hugged me again. I kissed his flat skinny belly and chest and veins. “How did you like it, Grandson?” He said with a loving tone as though he were asking about how some cotton candy tasted that he had bought for me at a carnival. I looked up at my Grampa as I hugged his tanned thin body. I melted as I looked at his bright green eyes, thin face and big bushy mustache. I felt so safe and so horny in his embrace. He nodded at me looking for an answer. “It’s ok, Mikey,” He said nodding to me. “This isn’t incest. It’s just you telling me, your Grampa, how my husband’s big uncut poz meat tasted. I want to hear it.” I reached up and touched his mustache and wanted to kiss him so badly. I imagined his hairy mouth on my butt cheeks and asshole. But that would be incestuous, I thought. That would be really bad and shameful. “Well, it tasted like honey, kind of, mixed with urine and sweat. I, uh, I really liked it. I can still smell and taste it.” I still felt some shame expressing this sleazy detail to him. “It’s good stuff, Son. I can’t get enough of it myself,” Grampa said as he patted me on the head and then bent down to kiss me. His cock was fully hard now and pressed against me. He was so excited by our reunion. I felt Donovan’s hand slip into my jeans and underwear from behind and he fingered my sweaty bum crack. Then he took his hand out and we could hear him sniffing and licking his finger. “Damn, Mikey boy needs a shower. Hey husband, let’s break for a bit and give your gorgeous grandson a chance to shower and freshen up. He’s going to be living with us for a while, right? We have time to catch up. Plus, I have some sleazy ideas to work around how ButtBoy4Older is going to fit in comfortably to our family arrangement so that you don’t feel “incestuous” together. Yes man, I have some fun ideas for us. Welcome home, Mikey!” Donovan again let out a big raucous laugh as we finished in a group hug and then he and my Grampa French kissed noisily just above me and their dicks pressed against me as I was squeezed like a panini between them. Man, I wonder what this “family arrangement” would look like. For now, I was happy.

I was a simple straight guy who had a white gay close friend called Joe who was also 28 .I’m South Asian 28 years 5’7 30w 36c mainly fit and kept my body hair smooth. I went over to his place it was a Friday evening I have a key to his place as sometimes I would turn up and he would be sleeping this time I went it the door and could hear moaning and groaning along with music. I thought he may be watching porn and wanking and slowly headed to his bedroom. From the corner of my eye I could see he was wearing black high heels black stockings and a see thru black top blonde wig lying on his face buried in the pillow while a black guy was fucking him deep and slamming into his hole. I stayed back they were both in their own mode and didn’t even notice I was there. I want to the Kitchen not making any noises and waiting few minutes later I heard the door close. Thinking the guy was gone I went to the bedroom to find my friend Joe still in the same position but this time I saw his ankles were cuffed to the bed just like each of his hands were and he was wearing a blindfold. I just went over to him without saying a word and started spanking his ass which had cum all over it and I could see he was leaking cum too. He spoke out and said is your mate coming too? I thought what ah he thinks I am the guy that just fucked him so I played along. I moved away from him and took a long look and he was actually looking stunning sexy dressed and I could feel my cock rising fuck what was happening Something took over me and I just dropped my Jeans in a hurry and fed him my cock. While he is sucking me no hands and gobbling at my cock I got rock hard as I hadn’t cum in 3 weeks . The initial shock had now passed me and I had no intentions of backing down , I went over to his hole just used the other guys spunk as lube and pushed my 8” cock in him he moaned a bit and I started fucking him. I was pounding his hole like no tomorrow and I owned it while kissing his neck his lips and continuing fucking him until I shot my load deep inside him. While still on Top of him with my cock now flaccid I took his blindfold off he looked at me and was shocked but kept snuggling up to me telling me to stay on top of him. I did and we spent that whole weekend in bed constantly fucking or he would be sucking while watching him change outfits into skirts lingerie different high heels it was the start of an amazing journey and we still fuck to this day.

Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

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.

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.

This is the kind of bottom I like. Perfect for me.

I love it because they have a tall bench that’s the perfect height to lay down with my ass against the hole. I also really enjoy how it feels, normally getting fucked you have a guy slamming into your body/legs and probably grabbing your body. When you’re at the GH all you feel is their raw cock inside you! My only complaint is it’s rather wide, I straddle it for a while and lay in my stomach. When a top pushes in I brace myself against the frame around it. Eventually my legs get tired so I pull the bench a couple inches away from the wall and flip onto my back with my ass against the hole. This tends to be a little more comfortable but toes get a little numb after a while. The spot I like is open to the maze area so everyone can see me waiting and getting fucked. Some guys look at me and go straight to the stall behind me; others will do a lap and come up from the back side so I can’t be sure who’s fucking me. I wish the glory hole end of the bench tapered to a narrow point so my legs didn’t have to strain, that they added some handles to the wall, and that the bench was attached to the wall. Sometimes tops, especially the thicker cocks and bigger guys will push the bench away from the wall and it gets hard to brace myself. About half way through the night this cute, hung blond twink fucked me. His cock felt great and I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded deep in my hole. It’s interesting, after several hours of tops using my hole I can’t push my hole out much. Skeletal muscles get fatigued and the smooth muscles will open up but usually need a few fingers pushed into my firmly. Some guys keep trying to push their cock in and give up when all they need to do is slide 3 fingers in me and then I can push out my hole. Still trying to get someone to sneak a pic or video clip. It’s dark so flash required and they’ll kick you out if caught. I’ve emailed them a few times with suggestions; I don’t think any have been implemented but they do discuss them in their monthly meetings. If you have suggestions, email them! Been to this place at least a dozen times. This was probably my favorite thought close 2nd with last year when someone kept adding shards to my hole. At one point that night my body was incredibly relaxed as this guy was fisting my hole nearly elbow deep for at least an hour. Going back on the 16th!

"Glad you liked the lube. That's all you're getting that isn't my cum, baby." I could do nothing but moan like a slut. Moan like a slut I did, as if the last vestiges of manhood were leaving my body as we impaled me with his BBC. The more he thrusted and impaled me, the more I sounded like a female porn star. My moans got higher pitched and more fem. My cock was flapping around, semi-hard, slapping against me. You could hear the squelching sounds every time he pumped me. I could a little of his piss leak out every time he pulled out and pushed back in. After 15 minutes of being carry-fucked, he roughly laid me down on the bed. He pulled out completely to survey the damage so far. My hole was battered and bruised and gaping wide. He looked at it saw some red colored liquid leaking out. I could hear a satisfied grunt from him. With that he threw my legs on his shoulders and blasted his monstrous BBC into my bruised and gaping hole. I let out a whorish moan as he slammed his cock into me. He kept whispering in my ear how he was going to impregnate me. How I was going to carry his babies, then I was going to carry his buddies' babies, and so on. I was so turned on and horny, I didn't notice I had cummed hands free. I had a "sissygasm". I had cummed all over my chest and pubic hair. I didn't care at that point, I was in a state of horny bliss as my hole was being pounded into oblivion and my prostate was being pounded as well. "Ooooooooooh fuck yes, my slutty whore of a son. Take it!" Rex moaned. I moaned as he flipped me on my belly and continued to pound me prone bone. Then moved me to all fours and kept on drilling me. "Mmmmmmmm, I am close, son. How do you want to take it? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? Doggy?" he asked in a moan. On my back like a true slut, I responded. At this point, I felt mindbroken by how many orgasms I had. I lost count. Rex deftly flipped me on my back, still balls deep in me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding with reckless abandon. I came again and again as his strokes got more and more harder, faster, and wilder. I moaned loudly. He roared as he pumped a few more times then slid all the way to the base of his monstrous BBC. I came one final time simultaneously, except little dribbles of cum only came out of me. We made out as his cock was still unloading his DNA into me. It was like a bottle of cum was dumped into me. We broke off the kiss and he surveyed his conquest. His cum flowed out of me despite his cock still inside me, tinged with blood. "You are now pregnant with my babies. But I have a surprise for you and your last neg load." All I could was smile giddily and moan whorishly. "Let me make a call..." Rex said as me pulled his BBC out from me. I moaned whorishly again as I watched his call someone. (to be continued in the straight/bi fiction section)

Seeing this thread only today due to its yesterday’s update And I've been on this platform only since last year or so... I never saw this post before. Obviously the one who started this thread isn’t on this platform anymore, and the scene in India has changed radically from 2015 to today anyways. My $.50 of piece of Info as an Indian (grew up and living in Germany, but pretty much connected to India in general and with some members of the LGBTQ scene there). Mind you, my details are no claim to completeness, and based on my personal experiences and impressions. India is not only big, but also confusingly diverse, it always depends on which places you wanna visit if you wanna fuck bare in the first place and wanna experience culture as a side, or if you are into culture, landscapes, people etc. in the first place and wanna fuck bare on the go. Some rough and ready rules: Major cities have a lively queer scene and venues to meet other people. Especially Mumbai, New Delhi, Bangalore and Hyderabad. For bare fucking, start there. In major cities, as stated above, you can explore similar venues, like bars, clubs, parties, nightlife as we know it from Western cities. In terms of locality, those are the best places to start going for bare fucks. Traveling to India during pride parades in major cities would enhance the chances. Dating apps most popular, as far as I know, are Tinder, Grindr, Romeo. Meeting up with men to get a dick or a hole isn’t that much of a problem at these places, especially if you stick to official venues labelled as LGBTQ oriented events. Outside of such venues or apart from such events, sticking to the mentioned dating apps are the better option. In general, you will always find someone in major cities. If you offer your hotel room to host, you’re a good catch, since many men live with their families and are less expected to host. Apart from that, your hotel room is your personal safe space. Rural areas: to cut it short: forget it. In detail: The more you head into rural villages, for example, if you want to explore the landscapes or the core culture apart from fucking, the more conservative and medeival-minded become the people. At such places, if you are a queer Indian, you are toasted. If you visit such places as a foreign tourist, local people would generally show you the respect for the sake of hospitality, but will manage to somehow keep you away, despising your “lifestyle”. You are best advised at rural areas to keep it for yourself if you’re traveling e.g. with your same-sex spouse and present yourself as best friends instead, let alone, if one main intention is to fuck. It’s not impossible to meet gay men there who would be willing to have sex, but making contacts on a sexual level in rural areas is tough, and a long way to go. You would meet gay men anywhere, but in a village not everyone would reveal themselves, only after a looooong way of getting acquainted. In rural places, men have a lot to lose if they are revealed as gay in the village where everyone knows everyone and wouldn’t risk much to get caught in the act. Still, never say never… with dating apps, you can try your luck. Cruising areas: to cut it short: don’t you dare! I'm serious. In detail: There are well-known cruising places in each major city as well, but personally, I wouldn’t advise checking them. Mostly those are the same places where other “outlaws” of the society (at least what are considered outlaws in India) frequent as well, just like street prostitutes, drug dealers, paid henchmen or contract killers, human trafficking … i know, it sounds like a joke or like adapted from a Tarantino movie. India is a country where corruption is part of daily agenda all throughout executive and political forces. All these mentioned “services” are often supported, protected, or even used by those, who are actually supposed to fight them. It has been a long tradition of cruising gay men to hit exactly these law-free spaces where you don’t look any more conspicuous than any other “outlaws”. But - it’s a difference if you go there as an Indian gay man or as a visible foreigner, a.k.a. white colored person. The latter is more expected to be rich, and to be a good prey to be robbed, or to be forced to claim any of the above “services” to make him pay. If something happens to you, perpetrators rely on any investigations ending up nowhere since foreign tourists can only rely on official support in case of any emergency or legal problems - which can again be “adjusted” by corrupt forces. In terms of physical or legal trouble, you are pretty much on your own. An Indian man, no matter how much he gets himself into trouble, is mostly backed by a family or a whole family clan and has less to lose. A tourist is in a more vulnerable position at these places. My experience at one cruising spot: two street prostitutes forced themselves on me, and didn’t accept my claim that I was gay and that I was looking for guys and not girls, they still didn’t let go off me. Their pimps interfered, and still demanded me to pay them something, since “I had talked to those girls and wasted their time to find other clients”. There was no point in discussing with them that their girls forced themselves on me first and that I wasn’t interested in talking to them in the first place. (It’s ironic, being in a country where coming out as gay is still a matter of risk for various reasons, I thought exclaiming out loud “I’m gay!” in public would save my life…). The point is: you cannot complain anywhere or seek help in such a situation. The question will always be directed back to you, what the hell you were doing at such places. I was just glad that the whole situation hasn’t gone any worse than that. I paid him something and learned my lesson and went home. Discussing more would only have made that pimp call his henchmen to make me pay. (And if anyone wants to know, I fucked the next day with an online hook up.) I therefore would strongly warn of going to cruising places. Bare fucking can never be worth the excitement to risk your life. Except you wanna go full Tarantino in real life. A place that I would definitely recommend to visit and to be safe and enjoy giving and taking loads is Goa. There’s still pretty much a Portuguese vibe descending from colonialism, but more to notice a carefree and liberal lifestyle in the general mentality, as a legacy of that region being a former major hippie stronghold. And Goa is one of the few places I know of where the beaches are not only Paradise-like lovely, but also pretty much safe-spaces to go cruising. Goa serves you Sex on the beach on various levels. Just keep in mind that nowhere in India there is any clothing optional place, it is illegal in Goa as well. So make sure you find a cosy place where you won’t be seen that easily. A word regarding STIs: only rely on yourself, how you deal with it, no matter how. Never rely on someone else in India that e.g. he would know his status. Some examples of gay men that you would come across are like: The out and open gay man who got himself informed about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. The closeted gay man who frequently has gay sex, and a) got himself informed secretly through social media about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. b) doesn’t care, cause he still thinks of himself as a an exemplary family father nurturing his family and fulfilling his traditional duties, no matter how many guys he fucks or gets fucked by casually, and thus believes that divine providence would never punish him with diseases… (yes, some really believe that) and doesn’t know his status. c) doesn’t get himself tested out of fear, if anyone would come to know and would start asking the wrong questions and doesn’t know his status. The uneducated closeted gay man who has never ever even heard of STIs … and doesn’t know his status. My native place is Kochi, in the state of Kerala, South India, major city with a very lively and active queer scene, but more in the context of arts, culture, and literature, and less or very few with bars or clubbing. There are even queer friendly bars, but every bar would close at 10pm at the latest. There is hardly any nightlife in the sense of “dance the night away”. Nevertheless, Kochi with its queer scene, pride, parades and events is also a place to meet various guys, but also here online dating is your best friend. (And Kochi has a cruising area where female street prostitutes force themselves on you and are backed by greedy pimps…) Dating apps are in India less an option to meet new people or to fuck, but in many cases more a necessity. Homosexuality is no crime by law anymore, but many still face resentments in society. The majority of gay men are still closeted and live a double life. Even if there are sex-starved closeted gay men who can’t help thinking of sex the whole long day, and are insanely pissed off and done fucking their wives’ pussies, many would still rather reject the chance for a fuck any otherwise out of fear than risking a societal downfall. If you meet someone online, you can normally count on men who are ready and have made up their mind to go for it, come hell or high water. Less drama. I’m honest, and let’s face it: looking for a bare fuck in a country like India is a challenge, but it is not impossible. It’s in many ways different. Since India is in every context full of extreme opposites and contrasts, it is likewise the case with looking for hook ups. It’s easy in major cities, although you always have to keep in mind every gay man or trans person has an issue in one way or another with his societal background and that needs to be taken seriously while interacting with them. They will communicate how freely they can behave. That’s why official venues or meetings in major cities for queer people are always the most liberated and best places to start. Anywhere else, it is either almost impossible or risky on various levels to look for hook ups. It is always wise to have someone there, who knows the places, the people, the cultural differences and could assist you to guide around there and help you meet the right people to fuck and who would warn you before you do something risky without knowing - which is of course impossible if you are a tourist and do not know anyone there beforehand. One idea would be to check dating apps and check profiles of the people there in the long run before travelling to get an impression what kind of people are there, who'd be open for giving or receiving bare loads, and make contacts in advance. (Which I often do). If you have met someone, removed pants and did your business, things get easy afterwards. Many gay men know other gay men and support each other, and may be happy to introduce you to their network. It’s pretty much comparable to the secret societies of gay men decades or centuries ago in Europe, or generally in the west. In the past, once when I was on holiday visiting my family there, my relatives there had hired a car driver and they offered me to let him drive me around whenever I had to travel there. The driver and me became friends soon, and he entrusted me that he was gay, but living in secrecy, and yes, we fucked, and afterwards he introduced me to other secret gay men that he was friends with - yes, we fucked, too - and that made things easier. A note to the behaviour of straight men in India: I’ve heard from many tourists how confused they were, when they saw straight men in India walking down the street holding hands, or hugging, or being very touchy in general. It’s never a definite indication that they could be gay. Misunderstanding that and trying to approach them for a gay encounter can often make them feel offended. It’s just the way straight men in India act with each other showing buddy affection. (You can bet that I always have a hard time there handling my lust while I’m being touched the whole day by every Tom Dick and Harry…). In terms of queer rights, India is changing very fast. Many activists make many major changes while many politicians come up with new limits. Everything what I have written here are my experiences and impressions from the past years, but any of these aspects may will have changed completely tomorrow. I’m aware that very much of this doesn’t exactly sound inviting if you plan a vacation in India, and definitely wanna fuck bare. As I said, it’s easy in major cities, and the other point is: it is a chance to explore your own sexuality in a completely different surrounding, especially in a country like India. I tell you: it is fucking different, and worth a try. I grew up in Germany and would consider myself more western, and I have an out and open and liberated relation to my sexuality. But each time when I’m in India, I cannot exactly point the finger at what it is… I’m horny as fuck to the core like a dog in heat, in a way I don’t know from my normal daily life that takes me myself by surprise each time I’m there. Maybe it’s the humid weather that makes your whole body sweaty all the time and makes it feel totally different and strange and makes yourself feel all new. Maybe it’s knowing that looking for a hook up is a different challenge than at home and adds an extra spice of excitement. Maybe it’s the food which of its many spices are healthy for libido. Maybe it’s the men there, who act and behave in a completely different way than we know from home, which attracts us on a whole new level and makes us curious and horny in a way we have not felt before. All I can say is, each time when I’m in India, I feel a whole new level of my sex drive, I think of sex way more than at home (and mind you, I’ve never been to India for holidays. There was never any relaxed holiday vibe for me, as I was busy with various stressful engagements every day during my stay there, the same way as if I would go to work in Germany). The way men look at you in a totally different way than I was used to, kept me horny throughout. Life in India is in many ways harder than I have experienced in Germany, which forces men there to be more aggressive, not because they’re rude, but they had to learn the hard way to get things done (I had my share of that as well. I was often very thankful for my life in Germany where I could manage many comparable situations like in India much easier). The effect is: you sense their wildness… and that starts to make me hot for them the moment each time I land there and set my foot on an Indian airport. (At some Indian airports there’s also security check after landing and each time I’m even hoping for undergoing a physical search…). Indian men fuck or let themselves get fucked differently, at least many of them. Sometimes you can really tell they fuck like there’s no tomorrow, because literally they don’t know if they’ll ever be able to fuck again before giving in to traditional rules. For many of them, it is not a matter of course to have gay sex. You can sense sometimes they’re having the time of their lives and you can’t help getting captured by their excitement. And - I could sense the horniness among many men. It’s the aspect of India being a country of extreme contrasts. The more sexuality becomes a [banned word], the hornier the people become. If you hit the right gay guy at the right time, in many cases it’s only a matter of time when both of you would land in bed. We are not the second most populous country in the world for nothing… I’ve almost completely referred to gay men since being myself one I can only share a gay man’s point of view, almost everything goes the same for trans people as well. Additionally, there are many straight Indian men who love fucking trans people. India has a centuries old history of the “third gender”, which is why trans people are accepted in many regions even more than gay or lesbian people. Unfortunately, it’s beyond my knowledge and experience on how a trans person can connect to straight Indian men for a fuck. India has its challenges for tourists who wants to fuck. But on the other end of the extreme of contrast, there is a lot of, especially sexual, magic worth and waiting to be explored. Feel free to hit me up to fuck, I mean if you need more information. Since I stated major cities and their queer venues and events are best to start with to look for hook ups (apart from dating apps), I could provide detailed information about those places, especially those that I’m in touch with. Hope this could help for the time being. Happy hunting and Namasté! 🙏

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 3 I woke with a raging hard on to the alarm clock ringing. David was still spooning me with his body tightly against mine and arm around my chest. His cock was hard and pressed against my ass between my cheeks, just where it should be. It felt so good lying naked in his arms, but I had a busy day at work ahead of me. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and jizz leaked from my ass. My ass was a little sore, but I wasn’t complaining. The thought of his toxic cum dripping from my ass only made my cock harder. When I stood up I noticed his cum in the toilet along with red streaks of blood. The site only turned me on more. I jumped into the shower. My bladder was full, but I had no problem pissing with a hard on. I never did. I let out a full stream of piss emptying my bladder. As I washed off the sweat and cum from last night’s play, I lathered up my balls and stroked my hard shaft. Thoughts of David giving me all his poz cum flashed through my mind and only made my cock harder. I stroked my cock a few more times, then quickly rinsed off, and got out of the shower. It was time to face my day at work. David still lay in bed sleeping. The sheet draped across him covered his perfect hairy body from the waist down. As I dressed I continued to look at this stud in my bed. My eyes made their way down and back up his body to his bearded face. He stirred in bed, and opened his eyes, “Good morning, handsome.” “Morning. I have to head to work,” as I finished tying my tie. “Stay as long as you like, ok?” “Ok. Last night was amazing, you know.” “Yes it was. It was incredible. I should be done working around 5 if you’re free tonight. I’d love to see you again.” He said, “I should be done working around the same time. Want to meet me at that corner bar again for a drink after work?” “Absolutely. Look forward to it.” He crawled out of bed. He stood in front of me naked. His morning wood stood at attention. His cock was thick and veiny. The head barely stuck out past his foreskin. His pubic hair was thick leading to a gentle wispy treasure trail leading up his abdomen. Hair spread out covering his chest. His beard was about 6 inches long and thick. His arms were fairly muscular and veiny. He was beautiful. The site of him alone made my heart beat faster. Why did it take me so long to realize this was more than curiosity? I longed to touch him, taste him all over, feel him inside me, take his DNA in me. I wanted every part of this man, and wanted to poz from him. Being gay felt so incredible, so natural, so right. Something I never felt with any woman. He walked toward me and took me in his arms. His grip felt masculine, rugged, but gentle. He pressed his body to mine and hugged and kissed me. I could feel his hard shaft pressed against me, and my cock again began to bone up. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me already?” My cock throbbed clearly outlining my hard shaft through my pants. David reached down and stroked my cock through my pants. “Glad I have that effect on you.” He again kissed me and my cock pressed against his naked body, sending chills through my body. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, David. If we keep this up we’ll both be naked in bed and late for work.” “That’s not such a bad idea.” We continued to kiss in each other’s arms. My cock throbbed as he reached down and rubbed my hard shaft. He undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. My pants dropped to the floor, and my cock stood at attention. I was naked in front of David. He slowly caressed my body, and my cock danced and throbbed as I stood naked before him. He ran his fingers across my mustache and lips before burying his tongue deep into my mouth. I could still taste the sweat on his stache from our play the night before. David pushed me onto the bed on my back, and crawled on top of me. “I think we have time for a quick breeding of your ass.” “Fuck, I want more of your seed in me.” He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles, lifting my legs to his shoulders, then lubing his cock with his spit. He aimed his cock at my hole and forcefully opened me up. The head of his tool slipped inside, and he immediately thrust into me all the way. Fuck, it burned so much. I grimaced with pain. My body tensed up tightening my hole around his shaft. That only made him moan with pleasure. “Keep that up and you’ll be filled with more poz cum before you know it.” He kept his cock buried balls deep inside me. “Feel my cock all the way in you? I have you opened up wide. ” The pain began to subside, and my hole relaxed around his cock. “That’s it. Take my poz cock,” and he started to slide his dick all the way in and out of me. Each time he slammed his cock back into my ass, my hole tightly gripped every inch of his shaft. “Fuck, man, you feel incredible.” He pulled his cock all the way out my ass. “Damn, look at that, you hot fucker. “ His cock head was covered with precum, and it was clearly leaking from his piss hole and dripping from off his shaft. “You have me leaking a ton of precum.” He slid back in me, “My virus is definitely in you. You’re going to poz, man….you want that?” “Fuck, yes. Poz me up. Give me your toxic load.” “You got it.” He kept pumping his cock deep inside me. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Here is comes. Take my poz seed.” His cock again pulsed. I felt it shooting gobs of poz cum into my gut. As my ass tightened around his shaft, my cock again pulsed, emptying my balls of their sweet cum all over my chest. David’s body jerked and he moaned with pleasure as my ass milked every drop of his toxic man juice inside me. “Fuck, man, I love filling you with my poz cum.” “I love taking your toxic seed too. You’re incredible. You make me shoot my load without even touching my cock.” David pulled his cock from my ass. He leaned over me and licked up every drop of cum from my chest. He French kissed me, sharing my sweet load of cum with me. We lay in each other’s arms on the bed for a moment. Then I got up and started to dress again for work. I didn’t shower again. I was a little late, and besides, I wanted to keep the scent of him on me all day. “I’m off to work, sexy. See you tonight, ok?” “Ok, I’m going to shower up and get to work. See you tonight.” The entire day I found my mind drifting. I enjoyed the smell on my mustache. It was like sweat mixed with cum. It was the smell of sex. It made my cock twitch every time I got a whiff. It was hard to focus on work. I now took 4 loads of poz cum from David, and I wanted more. I knew there was no turning back now. I didn’t want to either. I went from being a “straight” man, so I thought, to a bareback, cock sucking, poz cum chasing, gay man. Fuck!!!! I knew I wanted to poz from David, and I also knew I wanted more. I wanted to date him. Maybe try to build a relationship with him if he was interested in that. Time would tell as I got to know him better. This was going to be difficult. I didn’t want to hurt my wife, but I also knew I could no longer be with her. I hoped she could somehow forgive me, understand, maybe even remain good friends through it all, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part; a way for me to feel better about it all. Either way I had to be honest with her, and end our marriage. I wasn’t going to be the married man sleeping around with men on the side. That wasn’t for me. I wanted to be out, proud, and poz. I guess people would think I’m crazy to want to be poz, but even the thought of the word, POZ, was erotic to me. I didn’t try to understand why I wanted to poz; why I found it to be such a turn on. I just knew it felt right and so did David. I guess I was rediscovering the real me. Five o’clock rolled around; the close to a busy day at work. I looked forward to the evening to unwind and spend some time with David. I went back to my hotel room, changed into something more comfortable, and walked to the corner bar. I arrived before David, so I grabbed a beer, sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender a bit while waiting. He was a flirtatious, sexy, little number with tattoos; a handsome guy with gorgeous eyes, a nice ass and even hotter basket. He clearly was free-balling it. The outline of his cock showed prominently down his right pants leg. After about 30 minutes of small talk with the bartender, David walked in and took a seat at the bar next to me. “I see you’ve met the bartender, John. Handsome little devil isn’t he?” “Hey, David, How’s your week going?” “It’s a great week so far. You look well.” “I’m doing just fine,” as John grabbed David a beer. “Your usual?” “Yes.”​ “There you go….it’s on the house.” “Thank you, John,” as David leaned over and gave John a kiss. “John’s a great guy. Have you checked out his ink?” “Some, not all of ‘em. Had a hard time taking my eyes off that hot ass and package.” “Hey, John. Show Ben your ink, if you don’t mind.” John had a full sleeve with a detailed, colorful dragon twisting down his arm. It was amazing work. “Awesome tattoo, I love it.” “I’m sure Ben would also love to see the tattoo on your abdomen, John. If you know what I mean.” John grinned and lifted his shirt. He had a nice hairy abdomen, and on his left hip he had a black biohazard tattoo with the letters “P, O, Z” in each circle of the symbol. I felt my cock getting hard, “Nice!! Hot ink!!” “So does that turns you on too?” I nodded, “It’s erotic.” “Are you poz?” “No, but…..”​ David chimed in, “Not yet,” then he winked at John. With a grin on his face John put his elbows on the bar and leaned over toward me, “In that case you’ll be joining the club in no time. Only took a few weeks for him to charge me up.” By now my cock was rock hard. David ran his hand up my leg and felt my hard cock through my jeans. “I knew that would turn you on.” “That is hot. “ “You know it’s kind of well-known in the gay community if you have a biohazard tattoo it means you have HIV?” “It does? So why don’t you have one?” “I’m toying with it. It is erotic. Think you would want one after you poz?” “Oh………. yes!!!” “Cool!! Maybe I’ll get mine with you. You know, I see how much that boned you up seeing John’s tattoo and your little chat. I could invite him to join us to make you a poz cum dump if you like. I was just being a little selfish with your ass. I want to be the one to charge you up.” “I’m sure it would be hot taking both your poz loads, but I would prefer you be the one to poz me too. I want that connection with you.” David and I tipped a few more beers. “So….you know, I’m here for the rest of this week. Then I’m heading home for a few weeks.” “Well, then we should make the most of our time together this week, if you can,” and David clicked his beer bottle with mine, “Cheers.” We took a swig of beer, “Absolutely. I’d like that.” “And what about after this week?” “That’s up to you I guess. Where would you like this to go?“ “I’d like to see you when I return. Spend time with you.” “Then we will. Have you thought about your wife at all?” “Yeah, I don’t know how I’m going to tell her yet. I know I can’t stay with her.” “You could live a double life.” “No, I cannot do that. It wouldn’t be fair to Cindy. I’m not the same person. I’m gay. I realize that now and want to be with a man. You know, it all makes sense to me now. Why I didn’t want kids. Why I would check out guys all the time. Why sex never felt quite right with my wife, but this feels so right with another man. I’m also most likely going to be poz.” “You could still go to a doctor yet and get treated. You have 72 hours.” “No, I don’t want to do that.” I looked at David, “I know what I want.” “And what’s that?” “You, or at least see where this would go between us, if you’re interested.” David smiled at me, “Yeah, I’m interested.” We flirted with John a bit and finished our beers. He was one sexy man. Maybe after I poz I’d be up for a 3-some with David and him. “Want to go grab a bite to eat? I thought maybe you could spend the night at my place tonight. It’s not far from your hotel.” I looked at David with a silly grin, “Are you trying to have your way with me again with your alluring charm?” He stared into my eyes with an evil smirk, “Absolutely. I think you need another charging tonight too.” “Well in that case how can I resist?” David said, “Hey John, see you later. We’re heading out.” “See you bud. Take care.” John put out his hand to shake mine, and he pulled me toward the bar and gave me a hug and a kiss. “Enjoy taking that charged seed, sexy.” “I am, big time. You’re a hot guy, you know. Great meeting you.” “Thanks. Awesome meeting you, Ben. Don’t be a stranger.” We had a quick bite to eat then went to David’s condo, and he showed me around. He had a black and white cat named Sylvester. Friendly little guy that kept rubbing against my legs. David poured me a glass of wine, and offered to let me shower if I wanted. I finished my wine, then stripped naked and headed for the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to get boned up thinking about the probable play ahead. I was stroking my cock while soaping myself up when David slipped in the shower behind me. His cock was rock hard and I quickly got on my knees to suck his rod. As I was about to slip the head of his cock into my mouth he put his hand on my shoulder and held me still. His cock pulsed a few times in front of me and then a golden stream of piss sprayed out from his cock, drenching my face and body. My cock immediately stood straight up. My God, it was so erotic!!! I watched his stream shoot from his piss hole, then opened my mouth and let him fill me up with piss. It was pretty watered down from the beer, but tasted amazing. My cock was begging for attention, and I began to stroke my hard shaft while drinking piss from his poz cock. “That’s it, drink my piss you hot pig. Take every drop.” David emptied every drop of piss from his bladder down my throat and all over my body. “Fuck that was so hot.” “Glad you love piss too. You’re becoming quite a hot little pig. Now suck my cock.” I slid my tongue down the shaft of his rod and sucked his balls. Then I engulfed the full length of his cock into my mouth to the back of my throat. He grasped the top of my head with one hand and slowly thrust the full length of his all the way in and out of my mouth. The deep penetration made me gag, as he continued to pound at the back of my throat. He moaned with pleasure as the water continued to hit our bodies. “Ready for your charging pig?” David pulled his cock from my throat and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around, bent me over, and with one deep thrust of his wet cock, shoved deep into my ass. I braced myself against the shower wall with my hands, and my ass tightened in pain. David held his cock all the way inside me again, “Relax, pig, I’ll have you loosened up in no time.” The pain quickly subsided and pressed harder against his massive meat. “Fuck me with your poz cock.” David began to thrust in and out of my ass, and I pushed firmly onto his rod with each plunge inside me. “Damn, your ass feels so good. Won’t take me long to dump another toxic load in you if you keep that up.” We moaned, and gyrated our bodies in sync, and he fucked my ass hard and rough. I stroked my hard cock, knowing I was closer and closer to shooting my load with each penetration against my prostate. “I want to feel your cock filling me with your DNA.” “Yeah?? You ready for it? Cause it’s comin’,” as he spanked my ass. “Give it to me.” “Here it comes, Baby.” He plunged into me one more time. As I felt the full thickness of every inch of David’s thick shaft, we both unloaded our cocks. I felt every throb of his rod inside me, filling my guts again with his poz seed. My body jerked as my cock finished draining my balls of their thick creamy load. “I love you cumming in me.” “I love it too. Your sweet ass is mine.” David’s cock slowly slipped from my ass. We finished lathering our bodies, rinsed, and made our way to the bedroom. We curled up in each other’s arms naked and exhausted and drifted off to sleep. The rest of the week flew by. We spent the time getting to know each other better, and David planted his seed me in me 3 more times. I hated to leave him, because I knew I was starting to develop stronger feelings for him, but he gave me a hot Saturday morning departing gift. He planted his poz cum in me one more time before I hit the road to head home for a few weeks. I frequently found my cock boning up while driving and thinking about David and incredible week we spent together. Now was going to be the difficult part. How was I going to break the news to my wife? I arrived home late Friday night. My wife greeted me with a hug and kiss. She had dinner in the refrigerator waiting for me. The longer I waited, the more difficult this would become. I sensed she knew something was bothering me, but I decided to wait until the Sunday to talk to her. This could be my last weekend with her. I dreaded the conversation and Sunday rolled around quickly. I woke up Sunday morning and stayed in bed for an hour. I was quiet at breakfast, and my wife grew concerned. “What’s bothering you, Ben? You’ve been quiet all morning.” “I don’t know how to talk to you about this, so I’ll just say it.” “What is it?” “I……, I……, I realize that I’ve always felt different. I know why now. I’m…., I’m gay.” I could see the disbelief in her eyes. She chuckled awkwardly, “Nice joke, honey.” “It’s no joke, Cindy. I’m gay.” Her eyes became glassy and the tears ran down her cheeks. “What do you mean you’re gay?!!!” “I’m attracted to men. I can’t deny it, now that I realize. It’s not fair to you or me.” “Well, what about us? Do you want a divorce?” I nodded my head, “I don’t see any other way.” “You’re having an affair, aren’t you?” “I’m sorry!! I don’t mean to hurt you, but I can’t live a lie.” “So that’s what this is to you? All these years together?......a lie?” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and tears ran from my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t change who I am.” She slapped me across the face, “You bastard!!!! Just get out!!” “I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I cried. This hurt me badly, but not as much as I hurt her. “Just leave!!! Get out!!!!!” I walked to our bedroom and packed a suitcase. The tears ran down my face, but I knew it had to be this way. I returned to my wife with my bag in hand. She stood at the fireplace with her back to me. I could tell she was in tears. “I’ll get the rest of my things later.” “Just go!!” I walked toward the front door, turned the doorknob, open it, and walked out. The door closed behind me, and I heard my wife burst into tears. I sat in my car for several minutes crying. My heart ached. I felt terrible. I broke my wife’s heart, but it had to be this way. I started my car, backed out of the driveway and drove to a nearby hotel. I felt empty and lonely. It was a strange feeling. I hoped my wife and I would eventually be able to be friends, but I understood if that was not possible. The next two weeks I went through the motions. I simply went to work and back to my hotel. I returned to the house when I knew my wife would be gone, gathered the rest of my things, and wrote my wife a note. It read, “I stopped by to gather the rest of my things. When you’re ready to talk call me. I’m sorry I hurt you, Ben.” I needed to get out of this hotel. As much as I hurt inside it was time for me to be myself. The company I worked was flexible, and I knew they would allow me to work from pretty much any office. So I talked to my boss, and starting the following Monday I transferred to the Chicago office. David was happy to hear that I was returning to Chicago for good, and he graciously invited me to stay with him until I found a place of my own. He said, “Besides, this way you’ll be getting all the poz seed I can give you. Now get your sweet ass back here and get in my bed with me.” I could tell David was excited that I’d be there full-time. The decision felt right to me as well. It would be exciting to be around my hot, poz stud daily. Over the next few weeks, David planted his toxic load in my ass every night. It was so hot the way he made me beg for his poz cum. As he shot his loads deep in my gut, he would tell me how his virus was definitely in me, and that he was going to poz my ass up. I loved feeling his cock shooting inside me. Together we looked for apartments for me on the weekends. A few weeks later, I found the perfect place. It was close to the gay district, and close to David. It was a two bedroom apartment, just what I was hoping to find. Moving day approached quickly. It was a Friday afternoon, and David took off work to help me settle in to my new place. We were sweaty from moving my things all afternoon. David said, “Are you ready to break this place in?” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His hand flipped the buckle to my jeans open and before I knew I was standing in front of him naked from the waist down with a hard on. David grasped my ass cheeks and my hard cock rubbed against his as he buried his tongue in my throat. He quickly turned me around and bent me over on the kitchen counter. With just a little spit for lube he rammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt like he was tearing my insides open as he repeatedly pounded his shaft all the way inside me. “You’re going to poz tonight, pig.” He fucked me deep and hard, and moaned and groaned with pleasure. I could feel my ass was being torn up inside, and with each pounding against my prostate, my cock hardened and my balls grew closer and closer to shooting their thick, white jizz. “Fuck, you turn me on. Here it comes, bitch. The first of my toxic loads tonight.” David buried his cock deep inside me, and I felt his cock shooting over and over. “Yes, give me your poz cum.” “Fuck yes…..you’re mine, baby. Take my DNA.” With every shot of his seed inside me, my ass tightened around his shaft, as my cock pulsed over and over, splashing cum against the cupboard and down my legs. David collapsed on top of my back; our bodies hot and sweaty against one another. “Are you ready for another seeding, bitch?” Before David’s cock slipped from my ass, I felt it growing harder inside me. His massive cock opened me up wide, and my insides were wrapped tightly around his shaft. He began to pump my ass, this time slowly, pulling all the way out between thrusts. Each time he pulled his cock from my ass, cum dripped from my hole. “Fuck yeah, baby, I tore you up good inside.” I reached between my balls with my fingers and felt the full length of his cock sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. My fingers were covered with cum mixed with blood, and I buried them in my mouth, licking them clean with my tongue. David continued to plunge deep into my ass with his cock, and I stroked my hard rod. “Fuck, yes, tear me up. Open me up for your seed.” Cum continued to run down my legs, and David again, prepared to unload his poz cum deep inside me. “I’m getting close, baby. Are you ready for more poz seed?” “Fuck yes. Fill me up. Charge me up.” Those words always drove me over the edge, and I again tightened my ass on his shaft as I shot my cum. David’s cock began to pulse in my ass, “Fuck…..yes!! I love filling you with my cum. Take my poz load.” His cock shot inside me over and over again. My guts were full of seed. As his cock slid from my hole, cum dripped and ran down my legs. I buried my fingers into my cum-filled hole, and worked his seed inside me. More red tinged cum dripped from my ass. I pulled my fingers from my hole and licked the blood and cum from them. It was hot knowing I was lapping up highly toxic seed. The blood only turned me on even more, knowing my hole was torn up letting David’s virus into my bloodstream. We unpacked my things over the weekend, and David kept my ass flooded with his poz juice. By Sunday I was unpacked, and we were exhausted. In the evening we ordered out for dinner and enjoyed a glass of wine before curling up naked in bed together. Around 2 a.m. I woke drenched in sweat. By morning I was running a fever, nauseous, and vomiting. I had a strange rash on my abdomen, and my body ached. I called in sick to work, and David stayed with me, and took care of me. “You’re seroconverting, babe. My virus is coursing through your veins. You’re pozzing. Welcome to the club.” As sick as I was knowing David’s HIV was racing through my body, and I was now poz, only turned me on. My cock was fully erect in a flash. David leaned over and kissed my forehead, “Glad that bones you up, because it has the same effect on me,” and he showed me his fully erect meat already leaking more poz precum. “This was the perfect house warming gift.” David crawled into bed with me and spooned me in his arms. His cock rested between my ass cheeks, lubing my crack with his toxic precum. I rubbed my ass against his shaft, and he wasted no time sliding his cock into my hole and slowly working another load of his DNA into my guts. David whispered in my ear, “Now I want your toxic load in me.” I crawled to my knees, pulled his ankles over my shoulders, and lined my hard shaft up with his hole. A little spit on my cock, and with a forceful thrust the head of my cock slipped inside David. “Yes, fuck me, Ben. Give me your poz cum.” My cock stiffened and pulsed hearing those words. I plunged my cock all the way balls deep into his ass, and began to pound my cock in and out of his hungry hole. This was my first time fucking another man, and the sensations were incredible. My body was feverishly hot, and sweat was dripping from my forehead and torso. I leaned over and kissed David deeply and passionately while I continued to plow his ass. “Fuck…..I’m close to seeding you.” “Yes, give me that poz load.” I plunged deep inside David, and filled his guts with spirt after spirt of my first poz load. I collapsed on top of David in a pool of sweat, panting with exhaustion. He held me in his arms, and kissed my forehead. “The cycle is complete. We are now swapping toxic loads together.” A week later my body adjusted to the conversion, and my symptoms subsided. I was now a poz, gay man. David and I returned to the bar, and tipped a few beers while sharing the news with John. “Congrats, man!! Here’s a shot to celebrate.” “Thanks, John. Feels amazing.” John lifted his shirt showing us his biohazard tattoo, “Now any chance you two are joining me and getting one of these too?” We both looked at one another, and at the same time said, “Definitely.” That weekend David and I made our way to the local tattoo shop and both marked ourselves as poz and proud with a brazen, biohazard tattoo on our right hips. David and I continued to date, and eventually moved in together. We are now partners in an all-out BB, open, pig relationship. We love swapping our poz seed, chasing new strains, and tag teaming neg chasers looking to join the club. We also attend local BB and piss parties together. Two years after our divorce I received a letter from my ex-wife. We have since built a friendship through it all, and she came to Chicago to visit and meet David. She is now engaged to be married, and our friendship only grows stronger. ​

The pig will out -part 3 Shortly after this, I got a job in London, which meant I didn't have much time for play, but I was hooked: I needed to be bred, almost as if my body was in heat and was desperate to be impregnated. I met a guy in a bar and he told me about a gay cinema not far from where I was working. He said it in a disparaging way - "full of old trolls, got to be desperate to go there as I bet you'd catch something" - without realising that was like a honeypot to a fly, and I found myself obsessing on the prospects of checking the place out, so I bunked off work, telling them I had the 'flu (!) and headed over there. It was a small, nondescript door in a row of shops and at first I thought he had been kidding me, but the door opened when I buzzed, and I found myself in a small reception area with a bored looking guy at a desk with hard core gay porn playing on some monitors behind him. I gave him the entrance money and he indicated a bank of lockers on one wall. "you're welcome to leave your stuff." He leered at me and looked me up and down. "I think you're gonna have a good time. The dirty fuckers down there like fresh meat." I felt my cock swell when he said that and my chest tightened with excitement. He indicated some stairs leading down to a basement. Taking a deep breath, I descended into depravity. At the bottom, it was gloomy and smelled of piss, sweat and spunk like it hadn't been cleaned in years. There was a short corridor with a cinema on the left with about 20 seats, filled with rough looking guys, mostly middle aged, watching a trannie on the screen getting fucked bareback. On the other side was a similar sized room with a screen showing twinks sucking each other in a field, but at the back of the room, behind the last row of seats was a low wall above which I could see the heads of three guys obviously standing to watch the movie. Intrigued, I went up the shallow steps to the back and round the wall, where my heart skipped a beat. The three of them were standing against the wall, trousers and underwear around their ankles, presenting their pale, bare backsides to the narrow space behind them in which was a door way to the corridor. They were all middle aged or older, silver hair glinting in the light from the screen. They looked eagerly at me and I could see lube glistening between the flaccid buttocks of the guy nearest me. At that moment, the door opened and a small, middle-eastern guy with a pock-marked face squeezed into the space behind the row of waiting holes. He opened his jeans and levered out a long, thick cock which hardened in his boney fingers. He grinned at me and chose his victim, a short, tubby guy who looked like a nice old grandad, and began to fuck him. The old guy barely moved or reacted, other than to grunt a little as the cock in his arse began to thrust harder, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The middle-eastern guy suddenly gave a snort of pleasure and thrust tightly into the old man as he emptied his spunk into him. After a few moments, he withdrew his glistening cock, slipped it back into his jeans and was gone. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom, and I gasped as I saw little puddles of spunk on the floor beneath each man's naked buttocks. My body shook with the realisation that they were there to be impregnated by any cock that needed them, like bitches in heat. By now, the little cinema room had filled with guys who had obviously noticed the newbie in their midst and and I knew what I was going to do.....

The pig will out - part 2 When I got home, I panicked about what I'd done and the fact that I had unprotected sex with strangers I couldn't even see. I swore to keep away from that place and for a couple of weeks I was a good boy. I was very stressed in case I came down with the fuck 'flu, but after a couple of weeks it kinda receded into the background, and I found myself really horny and felt the need for sex really bad. One night, almost without thinking, I found myself in the car next to the playing field, almost as if my body needed to breed and was taking over my rational mind, even as my rational mind was saying 'Oh, you've done it once and everything is okay. You can do it again and get away with it.' I got out of the car and went over to the old public toilet. It seemed pretty quiet, but when I stepped inside it was full of bodies, and the darkness was full of the smells of sweat, piss and spunk. Immediately, hands reached for my body, grabbing the bulge in my jeans and pulling at my belt. Dry, urgent whispered voices, surrounded me as guys pulled off my tee shirt and dragged my trousers and underwear down. "Fuck, yeah, nice body," someone breathed. "Gonna get fucked tonight, boy?" whispered another, as a wet mouth engulfed my cock. I stepped out of my clothing and stood naked in the darkness, which seemed to excite the crowd of men around me, who jostled each other to suck my cock, explore my arse, and plunge their tongues into my mouth. Poppers were thrust under my nose, and in the chemical rush, two thoughts crossed my mind, first, that the guys were barely men, they were more like demons in the darkness, wanting to spread their seed and damning anyone who came into their clutches, and second, how incredibly excited I was at the extent of my depravity. "Get 'im bent over!" someone said with an evil chuckle, "Fuck the bitch." I was pulled firmly into the rear of the toilet and shoved into a cubicle. I couldn't see virtually anything, but apparently a man was already sitting on the pan and I positioned so his fat, stiffening cock was against my mouth. I felt his fingers separate my lips, and his cock slid into my mouth. Eager fingers were spreading my arse and I felt the familiar cold, slippery lube being applied. The man seated on the pan bent low and stuck a bottle of poppers under my nose, hissing "Well now, what have we here? Dirty little bitch," adding a laugh that sounded like dry leaves on a pavement. I felt hands holding me open and then the first cock began to force itself into me, the head widening my hole, and then slipping into me with a rush. I groaned as I was fucked, holding onto the thighs of the man sitting before me, while I greedily sucked on his cock. Then I heard the man in my arse grunting, and felt his cock throb as he came. He withdrew his cock roughly, and someone else's rough finger was thrust into me, who briefly explored my hole, and then excitedly asked "Oh yeah, he's wet. Who's next?" A thick, slimey cock slid up me, and a huge belly rested on my back as a fat troll got in the saddle and began to fuck my arse. After two or three minutes, his thrusts became more urgent, and then he pushed hard against me and groaned loudly as he shot his spunk into my dripping hole. Suddenly, a lighter flared as the man seated on the toilet lit a cigarette, even as I kept sucking his cock. I managed to catch a glimpse of his thin, wasted face, his sunken cheeks and the sores around the mouth. The man's eyes, however, were his most striking feature. They seemed to suggest they were as old as time and utterly pitiless in the intensity with which he bored into my soul. "Welcome to the brotherhood," he grinned, as his cock began to spurt in my mouth, adding "Dirty seed for a dirty boy!" I knew then I was lost forever....

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what I’d find, but it never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway. I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical frat boy, and the usual trolls. I missed an opportunity to join Latino and frat boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playing but didn't find much. I lit another smoke. The Latino left frat boy’s booth and headed for the exit. Hmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and knocked on the door. Needed condoms or lube or something, I surmised. Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a porno, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had come in. The stud guy with the goatee was back—he’d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older dude who went in the bathroom. He came out spouting one huge fucking bulge, and stroked it through his pants. I didn't even notice that the booth frat boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the other dudes had to offer. What the hell, frat boy was sexy—20’s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. After feeding some tokens into the machine, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans. He complimented me on my cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect dick—trimmed blond pubes, smooth balls, and a completely straight cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock. He asked me what I was into. “Pretty much anything.” “You fuck?” “Sure.” "Want to fuck me, or want me to do you?" “I usually Bottom.” “Condom?” "Prefer not." That turned him on. I sucked his dick and got it nice and wet. “Drop your pants and bend over. Got any lube?” I did not. He spotted a used condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoever’s cum onto his cock and smeared the rest onto my hole. Holy fuck! The dude was a sex pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of cock and anonymous jism felt great! I’m a super pig, too! "I’m fucking your ass bareback, man. Damn this is hot! My raw cock plugging your hole!" "Want to cum in me?” "Fuck, yeah!" "Flood my hole, man! Shoot in me!" Which he promptly did. After he’d cum, but before he pulled-up his pants, I glanced through the glory hole, and the hot goateed dude was stroking his fat cock. Glancing through the hole, Frat boy asked me if I wanted that thick dick in me, too. I backed up to the hole. Frat boy knew what was happening—the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch the thick cock plow me. He told me that his cum was oozing out of my asshole, and reported, dismayed, that the goateed dude wore a rubber. Still, goatee knew how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy. Goatee dude pulled out and frat boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with cum that had dribbled out of my ass. I stuck my tongue through the glory hole. Goatee dude stripped off the cum-filled condom and plowed his thick dick down my throat. Frat boy urged me to “clean up that cock.” He wiped his own cum off his chest, stroked it onto his hardening cock, fingered my sloppy hole, and thrust his rod back up my ass. Goateed guy zipped up and left. The older dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat cock with massive balls and flipped both through the hole. Frat Boy pulled out of my ass and sucked his fat dick. The older dude’s cock grew in length, but more so in girth. Frat boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the older guy would fuck me. I did so, and the guy played with my asshole—then nothing. I glanced through in time to see him walk out. Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy hole, while he beat off with the other. "I wonder how many guys here are poz ." I shrugged. He winked and shot his load. I knelt in time to get most of it down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fucking hot it had been and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadn’t cum. This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off. I didn't even look through the hole—just dropped my jeans and stroked my dick. Needing coins for the machine, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants pocket. My ass grazed the hole. Lumberjack thrust his dick through and pushed against my ass crack. I squatted, spread my cheeks, and guided his cock into my asshole. His belt buckle clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my ass muscles contracted tightly about his rock hard cock. He spasmed and shot up my ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit. On my drive home I wondered about frat boy, or pig boy, or whatever you want to call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many guys here are poz ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of us care?

I was reckless. 31 years old, nearly 32. I never thought I'd live past the age of Jesus (33). I didn't know his name. He was drunk, and I might have been a little tipsy, after he offered me a beer at about 3 AM. We were in this campground, a dark place, and he was lying on a chaise longue, nude. A sexy scene -my "thing." I was trolling the "park." Most guys went to bed, at his sleepy campground. Me, I was going to find action. At 31, that would always be easy. I was not gorgeous: but very sexy. So there he was, and erect at that: I went to work - no words spoken. I know I sat on it, right there in view of all the other possible lookers-on. [i suppose I had hoped for this.] He invited me to his tiny trailer, or caravan as the Brits would call it. In bed, I had my legs pinned to the ceiling, which was very comfortable for us both. A good, strong fuck by an energetic man of about 35. Mid-fuck, he stops. "There's something I have to tell you..." I knew by the tone. [not tone-deaf.] "It's too late now, I want you." And I think he might have added a 10% thrill-premium to our fuck via this dangerous knowledge. That sort of thing was not openly thought about: sexy AIDS? It was 1994, and I recently tested negative. Always an event & ordeal to get tested. The man had pozzed me up, and we had a nice evening. Next morning, late, I sat on a picnic table. He came up to me, asked if I was all right. I said, "sure." I was kind. No anger. No excitement. I was a little tired: a big drive for me, back to Westchester County, NY (at the time). No excessive ruminating. I think we shook hands. I did not think about it much, since I did not know he pozzed me up for certain. And I really cannot know for certain, not without DNA tests or genotyping. In 1994, you went on hunches. But I was busy with my music. So I did not get out much [no fucks, just BJs] until I went to Baltimore for a visit in the mid-winter. I think I had one cold in October, nothing special. But in Baltimore, at my dear friend's house, I got very sick. I thought it was the chili fries I ate, earlier. But no, this was a flu. I made no connections. I took the train back to NYC, and spent one night at the YMCA, on 23rd St. My custom in those days was to stay in a hotel "for me" [the inveterate sex-wreck] after a visit to anyone. I had a little sex - I mean it was a "Y" - if I didn't have sex I'd be ashamed. I remember my room cost $28, because I needed no TV. A certain black man was my goal (I am white). He had all the right energy. He was a tenant. I like hotel trade. So I gave him a fine blowjob. That's all he really wanted. In those days, fucking really wasn't passionately sought out in casual places, anymore. And unprotected, it was an advert. for being positive - and that was NEVER sexy, before meds. Not when you were "it." He remarked, "Damn, your mouth is so hot!" He was not simply praising my skills, which I still think are considerable. No, he meant my temperature. He felt my forehead. I was feeling a little sick, but I like making guys feel good. A fever on a dick can feel especially good for the top. A low-grade fever is something I often enough have: making me probably a little more of a pleasant surprise, these days. In May '95, I had my test, at a dermatology clinic on Central Park South. The ELISA & Western Blot. One done in office, the other sent out. You had the 2nd if the 1st tested positive. Each were expensive. In those days, you had to pay for swiftness. Positive. I walked to a telephone, and rang my boyfriend (who would become my Domestic Partner to get me health insurance). I cried into the phone: little sobs. I did not care who saw me. A brief call. All the men, and a few women who must have called from that damned pay-phone on Central Park South & 7th Ave. AIDS germs on the receiver! If the public only knew! My "rite of passage" was to take a train to Christopher Street, walk over to Bailey House, a hospice for the dying (at that time), and introduce myself to the first man I saw standing in front of it. Oh, and I stopped at Boots & Saddle to fill my gullet with beer. Four beers would waste me. He said, "Welcome to the club." And he stood there, looking at the West Side Highway, dull as a sheep's afternoon in the pasture. I realized that I had not won any sympathy. No surrounding arms [not yet]. HIV was not a big deal. You were dumb to get it in 1994. I felt stupid - why were my hormones so out of control? I did no drugs. I was not a drunk. Years later, 2000, I would be diagnosed Bipolar. And later, Borderline. I knew something had to be wrong with my head. [way wrong, it would turn out...] I wonder if my POZZER is still living. We always think that about sex-wreck gay men of years gone by. "Is so-and-so still alive?" It was so fucking glamourous that I joined a big clinic in the middle of the epidemic: Peter Crueger at Beth Israel. A zoo for the out-of-control, the poor: I had joined the loser's gallery. 4-hour waits. Still, I do not fault my POZZER. He was drunk, and I approached him. If I knew he was POZ? I would have sucked him off: that's all.