Leaderboard

The living room of the fraternity house looked like every other college weekend at 3 a.m. in 1995—half-emptied beer bottles on the battered coffee table, a cassette boombox humming out Dokken, and the lingering scent of cheap pizza and even cheaper cologne. Most of the party had bled away into the night. The keg had wheezed its last sigh an hour before, and the stragglers wandered off in pairs or stumbling groups. Now the noise of the house settled around the three guys that remained. Tyler perched on the arm of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was ready to dodge the next joke at his expense. He was wiry and boyish, still with the faint nervous energy of someone who hadn’t quite grown into his sturdy body. Mason and Brent had no such issues. Both were broad-shouldered athletes—wannabe college football bros with backward caps, tank tops, and enough drunken confidence to drown a small town. They sprawled across the floor like they owned the space, which, for the night at least, they did. “Alright, Ty,” Mason said, flicking a bottle cap at him. “Truth or dare?” They had been playing the game for a while as the party died down. Their fellow attendees may have left, but their night owl energy had not. Tyler hesitated, the way he always did, which only made Brent snort. “Dude, don’t think so hard,” Brent said. “It’s truth or dare, not a final exam.” Tyler flushed, swallowing a smile. “Fine. Dare.” Mason grinned like a wolf. “Yes. Finally. A dare.” Brent sat up, eyes lighting with the mischievous cruelty that frat boys mistake for bonding. They whispered between themselves, laughing too loudly—mostly at the idea that Tyler would actually go along with anything they cooked up. They weren’t mean, not really. Just drunk, stupid, twenty-year-old jocks who didn’t understand the power they had over someone gentler. Tyler braced himself. Before Mason could deliver the dare, the boombox suddenly cut to a loud burst of static, as the poorly put-together mixtape wasn’t recorded over properly, loud enough to make the boys jump. Brent slapped the side of it, but the brief noise seemed to ripple out the window it was perched next to. A moment later, there was a knock at the front door. A soft, polite knock—like someone apologizing just for showing up. The three froze. “Who the hell…?” Brent muttered. Mason staggered up and opened the door. Standing on the porch was Walter, their next-door neighbor. He lived in the old duplex beside the frat house, a place far too quiet for the chaos produced every weekend. Walter’s age showed in the deep lines across his gaunt face and the hollow curve of his cheeks. His balding hair was an uneven blend of salt-and-pepper, and his eyes had that tired kindness of someone who’d weathered more than most talked about. He wore a faded cardigan over a threadbare shirt, and he held his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him. “Evenin’, boys,” he said softly. “Sorry to bother you so late. I know weekends get lively, but, uh… the noise carries. I can’t sleep much these days as it is.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just apology—like he was the one disturbing something. Mason looked at Brent. Brent looked at Tyler. Drunk logic kicked in. “Aww, Walter!” Mason said, slinging an arm around the older man far too familiarly. “C’mon in, man. We’re just hanging out.” Walter froze, eyes wide behind his smudged glasses. “Oh—I didn’t mean to intrude. I only wanted to ask—” “Dude, chill,” Brent said, grabbing a fourth beer from the table and pressing it into Walter’s hands. “You can hang. We’re playing truth or dare.” Tyler gave Walter a small, apologetic smile—someone finally matching the older man’s quiet energy. “You don’t have to play,” he said gently. “But you can sit with us if you want.” Walter hesitated… then nodded, humbled, grateful in a way that tightened something in his throat. “That’s very kind of you boys.” He took a seat on the old recliner in the corner, careful with his posture, like he didn’t want to take up space. He sipped his beer slowly, both hands around the bottle, watching the three younger men with a soft, almost wistful expression—as though being included in something rowdy and stupid made him feel young for the first time in years. Tyler sat back down on the couch arm. Mason cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Alright, Ty,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Now where were we?” Brent grinned. “The dare.” Walter watched them—quiet, reserved, a tired smile on his face—happy just to witness their youth from the edges. The game resumed with the loose, chaotic momentum that only the truly drunk could maintain. Empty bottles rolled across the carpet as the three boys pushed each other into louder laughter, wilder dares, and more reckless honesty. Tyler finally completed Mason’s dare—running a victory lap around the living room wearing a random jockstrap over his face someone had left on the floor while finishing off a leftoverbeer that didn’t taste completely like beer. Brent almost fell off the couch laughing, and even Walter chuckled quietly in his corner. The older man blended into the room in an odd way—still reserved, still tucked into the recliner as if it belonged to someone else, but watching with a gentle fondness. Like the chaos reminded him of a different decade. Another round of truth or dare came and went. More dares. More teasing aimed at Tyler that never crossed the line into cruelty, just the kind of dumb pressure young men used instead of affection. At some point—maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because the hour made everything feel strangely intimate—Brent looked over at Walter with a sudden spark. “Hey,” he said, pointing with the neck of his bottle. “Walter should go a round.” Mason’s face lit up. “Dude, yes. Old-school edition.” Tyler blinked. “Are you guys sure? Let him chill.” But Walter held up a hand, smiling faintly. “I don’t mind. I haven’t played a silly game like this in… well, longer than you’ve all been alive.” Brent clapped. “Alright then. Walter, truth or dare?” Walter adjusted his glasses, eyes twinkling with a kind of shy amusement. “I think I’ll take truth. I’m too old for dares.” “Truth works,” Mason said, leaning forward with the eager curiosity of someone who had no filter. There was a beat of silence—long enough for Tyler to feel his stomach tighten. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his friends. It was just… drunk frat boys asking an older neighbor personal questions felt like it could go sideways fast. But Mason surprised him. He asked with no malice. No edge. Just blunt, earnest, twenty-year-old curiosity. “So, uh… Walter? People say you’re gay. Is that actually true?” He shrugged. “Not trying to be weird. Just—truth is truth, right?” Brent nodded. “Yeah, dude, like—no judgment. Just heard stuff.” Tyler gave Walter a reassuring look, worried he’d feel cornered. But Walter didn’t flinch. He answered as casually as if it were a dinner conversation. “Yes,” he said softly. “I am.” The boys didn’t react with shock or discomfort—only interest. Mason nodded like he’d just had a trivia question confirmed. Brent took another drink. Tyler smiled, relieved. “Thanks for being honest, man.” Walter chuckled. “Well… you did ask.” The room settled—not tense, not awkward, but strangely warm. The kind of acceptance that came effortlessly to kids who weren’t as jaded by the world as they thought they were. Mason slapped his knee. “Hell yeah. Alright. Walter’s in the game now.” The game rolled on. By now, the three boys were completely at ease with Walter, occasionally shouting encouragement or teasing him gently as he nursed his beer. The music had drifted to some mellow rock that didn’t spark much interest, and the air smelled faintly of booze and leftover pizza. Eventually the round circled back to Walter. “Alright, Walter,” Mason said, grinning like he’d just hit a jackpot. “Truth or dare?” “Truth, please,” Walter said with a small smile. He had settled into this late-night chaos more than anyone could have expected—quietly enjoying the strange rowdiness. Mason leaned forward, mischievous but harmless, and asked, “Okay… serious question. Gays hook up all the time, right? When was the last time you… you know… got laid?” Walter tilted his head slightly, as if measuring how much to reveal, then gave a faint shrug. “It’s been… a long while. I haven’t been physical with another man in several years,” he said quietly. “AIDS has… made things difficult for me.” For a brief moment, the air in the room grew awkward. Tyler’s hand paused mid-reach for a beer, and even Brent’s laughter caught in his throat. Mason’s grin faltered a bit at the unexpected candidness, but he gave a nod of understanding. “Ah… gotcha,” Mason said, giving a small shrug and leaning back. “Yeah… I can see that.” Walter sipped his beer, looking down at the bottle for a second before meeting their eyes again. “But it’s okay,” he added, his tone casual. “Life goes on.” Tyler smiled, a little warm relief in his chest. “Yeah… life goes on,” he echoed. And then, to break the melancholy mood wafting around, Mason shook his head and laughed. “Alright, enough serious stuff! Let’s get back to the game.” The rounds went on. The dares getting more lewd, and the truths revealing vulgar secrets. It got revealed that Mason got blown by his cousin once, Brent has a kink for pregnant women, Walter can cum from having his toes licked, and Tyler used to have a crush on his high school math teacher, who was seen as a mean cat lady. The guys had a big laugh at that. The dares made the guys either grope each other, eat something gross lying around the house floor left over by the partygoers, or prank call a sex hotline. Then it was Mason's turn again. “Tyler, truth or dare?” “Dare, I guess,” Tyler said, becoming more bold as the night went on. He was getting accustomed to being frequently targeted by his friends. “Strip and play the rest of the game naked!” Mason grinned, barely containing his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He knew one of them would do something like this to embarrass him, especially with Walter in the room, someone he wasn’t too familiar with. But it was admittedly better than backwash beer. “Dammit, Mason…” Tyler conceded and reluctantly began to strip off his clothes, revealing a swimmer’s build of smooth creamy skin. His flaccid dick dangling back and forth as his briefs came off. Mason and Brent laughed now that Tyler was exposed and blushing. “Damn, Ty, didn’t know you had such a juicy ass.” Brent teased. Walter tried not to stare. He thought the young man had a gorgeous body and hadn’t expected to be getting a skin show under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious with the stark contrast of his own beaten-down physique. “Uncut and average size. Just like I thought. Nothing to write home about.” Mason commented as if feeling confident with himself. Tyler sat back down naked and indignant. But his turn came around again, and he shot at Mason. He picked dare, wondering how Tyler was going to get back at him. “I dare you to strip naked for the rest of the game.” Tyler challenged, but his comeback was quickly shot down. “EEERR!” Mason made a mock buzzer sound. “Can’t throw someone else’s dare back at them! That’s a penalty!” He chuckled. “What’s the penalty?” Tyler didn’t recall any specific rules; it seemed as if they were just going with the flow until now. “Uh…” Mason, in his drunken stupor, tried to think of something funny and harsh for a penalty. “I don’t fuckn know… give Walter a lap dance or whatever.” Walter’s eyes widened as the other boys looked between Tyler and him. Brent held back laughter as he encouraged them. “Go on, Ty, I’m sure old Walter here won’t mind.” Brent mumbled, holding back laughter, and gestured for him to get on with it. “Fine, real quick.” Tyler stumbled over to Walter and was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Are you cool with this? They can be dicks sometimes.” Tyler whispered almost apologetically. “I’m fine with it. I haven’t had a lap dance before.” Walter agreed, trying to keep himself composed in front of the beautiful naked boy getting close to him. Tyler had a disapproving expression as he clumsily shook his hips in front of Walter. He was no professional at all, and he came off as ridiculous rather than graceful. Mason and Brent cheered at the display, reveling in the scene. Walter, on the other hand, was starting to get heated. Despite Tyler’s half-assed attempt at a lap dance. The sight of him in the buff and inches away was more than enough to awaken his manhood. His pants started straining against his groaning boner. “My…” Walter stammered a bit. “You boys are a wild bunch.” When Tyler concluded his amateur dance, he stumbled on the ground next to Walter. Mason and Brent clapped to congratulate his follow-through. But the tent in Walter’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself there, Walter.” Brent pointed at the tent in his pants. Walter blushed and tried to readjust it but it only became more noticeable. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t had excitement like this in years.” “Well, it looks like you have something else stuffed in there. That can’t all be just your dick.” Brent skeptically accused. “No… It’s all natural. It’s more length than girth anyway.” Walter tried being modest, but he could easily hide the evidence. “Well, it’s my turn, and Walter, truth or dare?” Brent responded. Walter suspected Brent might ask more personal questions, so he picked “Dare…” to hopefully do something funny and take his mind off his erection. “I dare you to whip out your dick and show Tyler how effective his booty shaking was.” Brent challenged. Walter was hesitant at first, but the alcohol gave him the courage to proceed with the dare. He leaned back and undid his belt. The three boys were staring out of morbid curiosity more than anything. Then with a smooth slide, his pants, underwear, and socks came off and were flung to the side. Leaving him naked from the waist down. There he held up his tall rod of meat. It was at least 8 inches at this point, and it wasn’t even fully erect. Walter grimaced as he presented something he was sure a group of straight boys wouldn’t be interested in. Some gasps were heard as the mature dick was put on display. “Damn, Walter! You’re packing!” Mason exclaimed, impressed. “It’s probably better you’re gay; you’d ruin any chick’s pussy with that, ha ha. Thanks for making me feel inadequate.” Brent laughed and took another swig of beer. Tyler didn’t comment. He was sure he was going to get a barrage of heat from the guys for getting an old gay guy that hard. “Your turn, Fabio.” Brent, with a newfound respect, passed the torch to Walter. “Uh, I can’t think of anything at the moment… pass.” Walter being too flustered to come up with anything while his hard-on was at full display.” “Okay then…” Tyler tried to take his turn, but Mason cut him off. “Nope, you skip a turn; you still have a penalty. My turn.” Mason thought for a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Tyler, I dare you to sit on Walter’s lap.” “Oooh wack!” Brent laughed. “Come on guys really?” Tyler tried protesting, but they weren’t letting up. “Do it, pussy!” They both chimed, not sure if he would. “Walter, you don’t mind, right? You cool with Tyler using your lap for a seat?” Mason raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin, his question clearly rhetorical. “If that’s the dare, then I guess that’s fine with me.” Walter said. Trying to hide his mixture of apprehension and excitement. He was surprised to see how brazen Brent and Mason were. But he figured the booze was causing them to act stupid. Tyler moved over to Walter with a look of embarrassment; he was getting a little annoyed with his friends singling him out. He hovered his bare ass over the older man’s lap with the increasing wood, then lowered. He nestled down, and Walter’s cock positioned under his ass poked out from between his legs. “Damn, look, the old man is definitely full mast now. Look how much there is peeking past Tyler’s nuts.” Brent amused. Both Brent and Mason scooted closer to get a better look at their friend sitting on an older gay man’s lap. “How you doing, Walt? You good?” Mason asked. “Yeah, I have no complaints.” Walter barely could contain his arousal. The game was escalating, and he had no idea what the boys would do next. “Okay I did it dude. Am I done?” Tyler asked as his face went red. He thought he looked ridiculous at that moment. “Just a moment, Ty. Raise your ass up. Looks like you’re crushing his dick. Let’s see what it looks like at full mast.” Brent was lifting Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler raised up a bit, and Walter’s cock sprung up; it looked to be about 10 inches at this point. A long, veiny cock accompanied by two large balls with grey pubes. The head of his dick stopped at Tyler’s butt crack. “Ah look, the big fella found a home it wants to step into.” Brent mocked. “Shut up. That’s not funny.” Tyler felt his legs cramp a bit. “Well, I have my turn, and then your penalty is up. During the game, I dare you to sit on it.” Brent challenged. Immediately everyone had different reactions. Tyler was befuddled, Mason burst out laughing, and Walter’s eyes were wide with concern. “Go on, get it in,” Brent ordered. “I’m not doing that, man. That’s fucked up.” Tyler cringed. “Alright, if you want to pussy out…” “I’m not a pussy. It’s just, it’s a dick, dude.” Tyler complained in defiance. “Yup, you’re the first to pussy out. We’ll all know it from now on.” Brent antagonized. Tyler got pissed. A mixture of dumb pride and intoxication lead him to override any sense. “Fine, I’ll sit on the dick! But after this I’m getting you back.” Tyler positioned his ass and grabbed Walter’s cock, aiming it at his hole. The tip felt hot as it was already leaking. “Wait, not that I wouldn’t like it. But I do have AIDS, remember?” Walter interjected. The three guys winced a little and for a moment stalled. But that moment faded as their jock party energy made them persist with the stupid stunt. “Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s gonna bounce on it.” Mason dismissed. “Yeah, you guys ain’t gonna be fuckn, so just don’t cum. I think it’ll be all good then.” Brent rationalized. “Uh… fuck it, just for a little. In and out. Then no more of this dumb shit.” Tyler tried to strengthen his resolve out of foolishness rather than bravery. He worked his ass down and tried to get the tip in. It wasn’t working well. The pre-cum smeared a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Walter spat in his hand and slicked Tyler’s hole and his cock. It started to give, and Tyler felt his ass open up. The tip was the hardest part. His sphincter stretched, and with time and persistence, he eventually made it penetrate past his ring. It hurt like hell, but after some more spit from Walter, his ass started to ease up. Mason and Brent watched in horror as their friend took an older guy's monster cock in him slowly. But it was taking too long. Brent was getting impatient, his party energy wanting to keep the momentum up. “Come on, get on with it!” And Brent shoved Tyler’s leg, causing him to slip. Tyler ended up lowering himself down on Walter’s cock fast, and several inches disappeared inside him. He felt it bottom out, and his body nearly went into shock. It was so much so fast that he could barely move. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Walter let out a moan as the young jock engulfed his cock. A feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, and especially not with someone as beautiful as Tyler. The warmth and tightness of his virgin ass kept him hard and throbbing. He could feel the end of Tyler’s rectum pressing against his head. They sat there for a moment, and eventually Tyler could catch his breath and calm down. Mason and Brent looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Far out, Ty. Taking it like a champ. Does this make you gay now?” Mason laughed. “Oh, fuck off, dude. You dared me, and I did it. Now I just need to slowly…” “Nope. You can’t get off!” Brent interrupted. “The dare was during the game. So for the rest of the game you have to play sitting on that.” “What?! You can’t expect me to…” “That is what he said. And rules are rules. Just sit and endure it. I’m sure we’re not gonna make you do anything too bad at this point. Like, I don’t think I can come up with much worse.” Mason assured him. “How are you doing there, Walt? You okay with college boy ass on your dick for a while?” “He can take his time with it. I’m fine like this.” Walter’s voice was wavering, but he tried to keep up a casual attitude even though his groin was in heaven at the moment. “Fuck, okay, fine, now it’s my turn!” Tyler asserted while gritting his teeth. He tried to focus past his drunken state and the large piece of meat rearranging his guts. “Brent, truth or dare?” Tyler finally asked. “Truth.” Brent chose with confidence. “Tell Mason what really happened to his car last summer.” Tyler smugly ordered. “What the hell is he talking about?” Mason asked, now getting serious. Brent and Mason started getting into a semi-heated conversation about past events involving his car. The two of them got into it while Tyler felt a little bit of just desserts. As they argued, the cock up Tyler's ass wasn’t showing any signs of softening. “How do gay guys do this?” Tyler muttered to Walter. “Well, they usually practice with something smaller, and it’s better if it’s actually thrusting. But that wouldn’t be wise.” Walter explained. “No, definitely no thrusting. I don’t want this to officially be fucking. I couldn’t live that down. And it feels like my guts are gunna pop.” Just then Tyler felt something inside him give. Like a part of his insides opened up, and Walter’s cock slid in a few more inches. Tyler’s ass met Walter’s balls. “Fuck, what was that?” Tyler grunted. “Oh… Don’t worry, that’s just my cock… penetrating your inner ring. I’m in your colon now.” Walter had a shakiness to his voice as if concerned or excited. Mason and Brent’s argument led them to yell at each other, and they ended up going in the next room. Tyler and Walter were left alone. “Fuck, while they’re arguing it out, I’m left sitting here. Sorry about all this, Walter; I guess this isn’t what you expected tonight.” Tyler attempted to be casual while enduring the penetration. “It’s definitely not the worst night I’ve had… Ugh… you know you don’t have to keep sitting on my cock… Ugh… you can get off if you want.” Walter’s voice was straining. Tyler’s ass felt too good even if he wasn’t moving around. “I want to get off. It still hurts, but I can’t, or else they’ll never stop ragging on me.” Tyler sounded a little pitiful. “Tell yah what. Let’s change positions so it hurts less, and…oh…I can regain composure.” Walter helped Tyler up without dislodging. It took some time and clumsy effort, but they managed to reposition so Tyler was now on his knees and the two were positioned doggy style. The new position did give some relief, and during the struggle to move around, Walter’s cock did soften a bit. But not by much. It was still deep in there. “God, this is embarrassing.” Tyler moaned. “How long do you think they’ll be arguing for?” Walter asked while admiring the sight of Tyler’s ass and toned back. “It’s a long story with the car. And they can be dramatic, so it might be a while.” “How are you feeling, young man? Does it still hurt?” “Yeah, it does. But I guess it’s more my pride at this point than anything. It actually feels weird. Kinda hard to describe.” “Usually men in my circles think it feels good.” “I don’t see how they can.” “Well, it’s only in you at the moment. It’s not stimulating your prostate.” “My what?” “Like this.” Walter pulled out slightly and thrust forward once in an angled motion. Tyler then felt an electric sensation in his ass that was very noticeable through the discomfort. “Wow, what was that?” “That’s what makes bottom sex feel good.” “But it was just one little jolt…” “Do you want me to thrust more?” “No. No, thank you. I don’t want to be fucked.” “How about this? I won’t move, but you can move your hips around if you want.” “Um…” Tyler thought for a moment. He didn’t want his friends to come back and find him wiggling his ass on Walter’s cock, but he was curious to feel that sensation again. So he thought just a few bounces would be alright. “Okay…” Tyler started to move his hips back against Walter. “Yeah, just go at your own pace, young man. Ahhh…” Walter let out a sigh as he tilted his head back and appreciated Tyler’s amateur efforts. Tyler starts feeling a strange but good sensation stimulating his insides. He bounced his ass on Walter’s large cock for about a minute or two. The anal play felt better than he thought it would. Despite it being an old guy's dick, Tyler was enjoying the feeling. Biology would trump preference, as his smooth, tight hole slicked up and down the rugged shaft. Then he stopped moving and let his head drop to the ground, catching his breath. Just that short amount of time was making him dizzy. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Y-your ass…did fine…” Walter’s words were trembling. “Sure… I guess, just don’t tell the others.” “My lips are sealed… Say, how about I take my turn?” “What?” “Truth or dare, Tyler?” “Oh! Good, dare; you can dare me to get off your cock.” “Actually…” Walter lifts up his right leg and brings his foot next to Tyler’s face. “… I dare you to lick my foot.” “What? Why?” “I thought it would be funny? Only for a little while.” “Um okay, kinda gross, but I guess that’s easy enough.” Tyler moved his face towards Walter’s foot, and Walter met him halfway. It smelled a little, but Tyler has done worse tonight, so he opened his mouth and began licking the sole and up to the toe gap. It had a salty, sweaty, almost cheesy taste. It wasn’t something he liked, but it was bearable. This was supposed to be for a laugh, but Walter wasn’t laughing. “Oooh…that’s it, keep going…” Walter moaned while supporting himself by holding onto Tyler's ass. As Tyler licked the old man’s dirty foot, he felt a swelling in his ass. Walter’s cock was getting harder. It quickly grew to the point it was pressing against his inner ring again. Walter felt it too, and almost on reflex, Walter jabbed forward and penetrated into Tyler’s colon again. “Ouch, what the—” Tyler’s minor pain cry was cut off by Walter sticking his toes in his mouth. “Just…suck my toes for a bit. Real quick.” As Tyler wrapped his lips around the toes, Walter felt the hot, wet moisture of the young man’s mouth. Walter’s body was starting to tremble. Didn’t he recall something about Walter’s feet in an earlier part of the game? Walter motioned his foot in Tyler’s mouth to signal him to start sucking, and as soon as Tyler started to suck, Walter started to grunt. “Oh, oh fuck!” Walter exclaimed as he started to give short, sharp thrusts, leaning his body forward. That’s right. Tyler remembered Walter cums from having his toes sucked. Wait, Walter had AIDS! “Ah!…AAH!” Tyler felt the pulsing as Walter’s cock shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into his intestines. He kept cuming while having his toes shoved his the boys mouth. His eyes wide as he realized what this dirty old man was injecting into his guts. Walter’s pent-up orgasm eventually subsided. He pulled his foot away and sighed in relief. “Ahhhh…. That was good….” “Dude, what the hell was that?” Tyler trembled, having difficulty processing just how dire his situation was. But before he could get any answers, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Brent and Mason were on their way back. Walter grabbed Tyler around his torso and pulled him up as he sat back down. They hastily resumed their previous position with Tyler’s ass slamming down on Walter’s cock. A jolt of pain shot through Tyler’s body as the position change made the cock thrust sharply inside him. There was a new warm pressure inside him. Walter’s orgasm ended up depositing a lot, to the point Tyler could feel it slosh inside. “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason grumbled. The two of them came back in the room after a heated argument that cooled down, cool enough for them to put their frustrations aside and rejoin their friend. Both their moods were brought down a bit, and their taste for crazy shenanigans soured. “So, uh, we’re gonna call it a night. You can stop that now, Ty. Sorry for making you do that…” Brent apologized. He and Mason were being civil but not looking directly at each other. Tyler didn’t want to get off. Well, he did, but he was worried that if he did, then the sheer quantity of semen discharged inside him would spill out in front of his friends. He would never live down that embarrassment or the implication of what that meant. He had to think of an excuse. “Uh, y-yeah, I will, but my legs are hella cramping; I gotta wait a minute before getting up. You guys can go on without me. I’ll be alright.” Tyler’s words stammered slightly. The bloated sensation inside him caused by the older man he was on top of was ever visceral. Brent and Mason would normally ask more questions, but they were just too annoyed with each other to care at the moment as they made their way to the door. “Alright man, later.” Brent dismissed with a clear exhaustion before leaving. “Nice chillin with you, Walt, I guess.” Mason added halfheartedly, and he was gone too. Tyler and Walter were alone again. This time for good. He wanted off of Walter. He wanted his dick out of him. But attempting to stand up caused his legs to cramp up for real. His ass only raised an inch before he came back down, and the soreness of his guts was really apparent. “Wow there, young man, just relax.” Walter held onto Tyler’s hips. “Don’t get up so fast; you’ll hurt yourself.” “Walter, I need to get off, but my ass and legs are killing me.” Walter grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and slowly helped him move. “Let’s get you on your back. You need to get off your feet.” Walter reassured. “Ouch, fuck, your dick still hurts when I move.” Tyler grunted during the attempt. “Then let’s not pull out yet.” Walter proceeded to slowly turn Tyler around on his lap and guide him down on the floor. The older man lifted the boy's legs and placed them over his shoulder and gently massaged his calves. “There we go. Once your ass stops hurting, I can take it out.” Walter said while rubbing the smooth white legs on his shoulders. “It would be easier if your dick wasn’t so hard…” Tyler whined. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m still more virile than I thought. And you are really tight, like a vise grip. Do your friends usually make you do things like this?” “Not like… this… But they can take their pranks too far sometimes. Shit, this hurts.” “You just need to relax. It will stop hurting, and I can pull out if you relax. Your whole body has been tense.” “Kinda hard to do that at the moment.” Walter thought for a moment. His eyes wandered to Tyler’s feet resting on either side of his head, and then he had an idea. “I know how to help you relax.” Walter grabbed a smooth, soft foot and started licking it. “Woah, dude, what are you doing?” Tyler protested. The wet sensation on his soles felt strange yet warm. “Don't worry, usually when I do this to men, they really like it, or at least it relaxes them.” Walter continued to lick Tyler's feet. “Uh…okay.” Tyler was skeptical, but he was willing to try anything to ease up his body so this ordeal can be done with. As the rough older man ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s feet, the warm wet sensation was completely new and foreign to him. It has a tingling sensation, not quite like a tickle, but it was sending light signals up his legs and to his dick. It strangely started to feel good. “Wow, Walter, that’s some strange technique.” “Mmm, you taste wonderful.” Walter moaned. “I guess that’s a good thing?” “It is.” Walter continued the foot service. After a moment Tyler was starting to enjoy the treatment; he could even feel his body relaxing. The cock inside him, while still lengthy and hard, wasn’t hurting as much. “Hey Walter, I think that did the trick. Maybe you should pull out?” “Wait, can I have just a moment longer? Just a minute?” Walter started to suck on Tyler’s toes, his moaning getting louder. “I…” Tyler wanted to refuse, but the sensation of the mouth on his toes was causing his dick to twitch. He was getting hard. As Walter indulged, his dick started to twitch inside him. It was growing with that same familiar hardness as before. He knew what was about to happen and tried to speak up, but Walter’s mouth work was mesmerizing. “Walter, your dick…” Walter let out a grunt as he sucked on Tyler’s toes. His hips jabbed forward a few times as his cock spasmed again and shot another load inside. “Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned as he felt the cock deposit another load of tainted seed. Walter let go of Tyler’s feet and let out a satisfied sigh. His dick finally began to soften up, and he slowly pulled out. Tyler’s hole had a small gape to it, but nothing spilled out. Walter seemed satisfied, but there was a bit of remorse for nutting in the boy twice. He got up and sat on the couch right above Tyler, who was still lying down in disbelief. He looked down at the boy’s hard-on and realized he hadn’t gotten off yet. Without a word he raised a foot and placed it on Tyler’s shaft, rubbing it up and down. “Walter, what are you doin?” Tyler looked on in awe. Walter didn’t respond; he just continued his footwork on Tyler’s dick. Tyler would normally move away, but his pent-up energy and the skillful strokes from Walter froze him in place. He had never received a foot job before, nor did he ever consider experimenting with this fetish, but now he was receiving one from this middle-aged guy, and his dick was responding with enthusiasm. “Oh god…” Tyler moaned as he was mesmerized by Walter’s foot on his cock that was now oozing pre. Walter raised his other foot and was now gripping Tyler’s cock between both soles, stroking him up and down. Tyler’s orgasm was building, and his hips were meeting Walter’s movement. like a wave washing over him Tyler’s orgasm shot out furiously. The cum gushing between Walter’s toes. Tyler gasped and was trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he came because of some old guy’s feet. He was a mix of emotions. He was trembling a little but mostly tried his best not to think about the foot job or the hazard of what was left behind inside his body. The two of them slowly got dressed in awkward silence. Walter put on his socks and shoes without cleaning his feet. Tyler walked him out. Before departing, Walter turned. “Hey, how about you and I get together soon? There’s an AIDS support group I’m with. Well, not exactly an official support group, but a group of old queens that like to get together. It’s an older group, but I’m sure they’d love to see a number like you.” Walter offered while patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s really my thing.” Tyler tried his best to be polite, his tone meek and dismissive. “Well, I could come by again and check up on you.” “No! No, I’ll come to your group. Just, I don’t need this getting around.” Tyler pleaded. “Great. I’ll write down the details of when the next meeting is. It’s at the old hospice facility across town. There are a few in our group that have gone downhill, so we like to cheer them up. I’m sure they’ll get a hoot out of hearing exactly what made you cum. Well then, I guess I’ll see you around.” Tyler stood in the doorway as Walter returned home. After all the booze, it was hard to believe that the events of the night actually transpired. The only evidence that it actually happened was the lingering soreness between his ass cheeks and the gurgling sounds of his intestines absorbing the harmful sludge left over by a very lucky old man.

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

I don’t write stories for mainstream appeal. Instead, I write content that caters to my own interests and share it here.

horny foursome last night with Drew, his Dad and my Mate Steve. First I got Drew’s Dad to eat out his son’s hole to get it good and wet. Next I got him to suck my cock. Then I mounted Drew’s arse, went balls-deep and started fucking him. I like to make eye contact with Drew’s Dad when I’m balling his son. I ask him if he enjoys watching me fuck Drew. he says yes, I like to see you shoot your load in his arse. I told him I need to fuck him before I breed Drew. I mounted Drew’s Dad and Steve took my place in Drew’s hole. Steve couldn’t hold back and he shot his load into Drew. I asked his Dad if he wanted to breed Drew next, he said “fuck yeah” I enjoy watching Drew get fucked by his Dad. I gripped his balls tight and soon he shot his load into his Boy. It’s now completely natural and Drew and his Dad are well into fucking each other. I pushed Drew’s Dad onto his belly and mounted him again. I fucked my load deep up his chute, then Drew had a turn and seeded his Dad’s hole, finally Steve went in and dumped a third load. Fuckin hot breeding session. Drew 1 load, his Dad 3 loads.

Exactly, what is the good of fuckin if breedin doesnt happen

Never pull out, cum inside good and hard.

Part 4 Two weeks have passed since I took my first raw toxic load from Doctor John. Now I’m standing again in the evening in front of his office, but this time it is different. I have been feeling unwell for the last couple of days and Doctor John immediately wanted to run the test. He showed an excitement I didn’t expect from him, but he wanted to be sure and run a thorough test through his laboratory. Half an our ago he received the results and wanted to see me. I enter the office, and Patrick is sitting behind the reception, he seems to be the only staff member left. He greets me with a tight hug, and I can feel his hard cock through his scrub pants. With a smile he points me towards one of the examination rooms, in which Doctor John is sitting behind a desk with two large monitors. ‘Mike, there you are, come in, have seat’ Doctor John’s voice sounds unexpectedly nervous. As I take my seat opposite him, Patrick has closed the door without me realising it. ‘How are you? Have you gotten your energy back?’ ‘Yes, today is the first day I’m almost as fit as I used to be’ ‘That’s great, especially as I have news for you’ he pauses for a moment, before he says ‘Mike, your test results came back, and I can confirm you have tested positive for HIV’ Doctor John looks at me intensely, this is the moment, which would show him, if I chased a fantasy or was really willing to receive his gift. But he didn’t need to worry, then as soon as he said those words a big smile spreads across my face. I start to laugh a little, as I didn’t expect it to happen so fast. ‘I’m poz’ I try to say those words out loud ‘I’m a poz man’ Doctor John nods approvingly and steps around the desk. He takes my hand and puts it above his penis, where his biohazard tattoo is covered by his pants. ‘This was the start and now it’s time to go full circle. It is your turn now, to give me your first official toxic load’ I stand up and we both kiss longingly, my hands grabbing his ass and pushing our bodies together. Doctor John breaks the kiss and steps back. Without a word he starts to undress in front of me until he stands completely naked. He bends over the desk and for the first time he is offering me his somewhat hairy ass. Fully clothed I kneel behind him and start to rim his hole, my tongue opening him slowly. A silent moan is leaving Doctor John’s throat. I already sense that he is not usually a bottom, this will be a tight fuck. I stand up to open my pants and take my cock out. I position myself behind him. ‘Mike remember you are a poz man now, this means no lube, just spit and your toxic precum are aloud to prepare me. Nothing must delude your seed.’ ‘So, you want my toxic cum?’ those words sound strange out of my mouth, but feel right. ‘Yes, give me your toxic load. Shoot your poz cum inside me’ I spit on his ass, then on my cock and finally I place the head of my cock on his hole. With slow thrusts his hole starts to open for me, and I notice the lust in his face. Then I remember how he fucked me the first time and I decided to follow suit, so with a forceful thrust I push again against his hole and this time my head slips in. Doctor John lets out a primal moan, which encourages me to go deeper and with a violent push I bury my cock deep inside him. My balls hit his ass, and I can feel how his hole and body are adjusting to my cock. Despite not being a regular bottom, he knows how to flex his hole to milk my cock. ‘How does my poz cock feel? You want more?’ I hear me saying ‘Give it to me, make me your first poz fuck. Plant your toxic seed deep in my guts’ I increase my thrusts, and we develop a very rough rhythm together, as Doctor John is forcefully pushing his ass on my cock. I feel my cock start to pulsate within Doctor John and we both know I am seconds away from shooting my first poz load. ‘It’s time Mike, give me your first toxic load, make me yours’ ‘Take it, take my poz seed and don’t you dare let one drop go to waste’ With those words I pull my cock almost out of his hole, just the head remaining inside, and then push with all the force I can muster back inside him. I come immediately and shoot my poz cum deep into Doctor John. It takes me 9 shoots to empty my toxic balls, and I collapse on the back of Doctor John, who has come hands free onto the floor. After a few moments we both stand up and look at each other. Doctor John takes me in a longing kiss, his hands around my face, mine on his lower back. He breaks the kiss and walks to his phone and calls Patrick to us. Patrick almost runs through the door and envelopes me in a tight hug, my cock hanging out of my still open pants and Doctor John standing relaxed behind his desk, still completely naked. ‘I almost gave it away, when you came in. You know, we are poz brothers now and this is our poz daddy’ Patrick pointing to Doctor John. ‘Oh, Patrick, we talked about this, don’t call me your poz daddy. I’m your gift giver, not you daddy’ We all laugh about Doctor Johns issue with the word daddy. Patrick takes a card out of his pocket and gives it to me. It is the card of a tattoo artist and without a word I give Patrick a thank you kiss. ‘He did both our tattoos’ Doctor John say ‘Every single one is slightly different, unique’ ‘What makes your two unique?’ Doctor John steps forwards, lets me take a closer look at his biohazard tattoo. ‘Mine has a slight colour change between black and red throughout…’ ‘And mine’ Patrick adds ‘has a red thorn branch framing it’ Patrick takes his scrub shirt off and I take a closer look. I understand that this isn’t only a simple tattoo, but art. It shows so much more than just status, it shows character, it shows history, it shows a conscious decision to become a poz man and carry it with pride. I put the card away and the three of us get ready to leave the office. As we step outside into the night it dawns on me, for the first time I am breathing fresh air as a poz man.

i've been wildly horny last few days but also been one of those weeks where i can't seem to find any bottoms. been edging all night and all day. gonna be a big load when i finally can't take it anymore and blow it.

For the boy I've been mentoring, his next lesson will be in sleaze acceptance. He says he wants to be a cumdump, so I'll be taking him to a glory in Times SQ near the Port Authority Bus Terminal. I'll have him on a video conference call ordering him around. Once this happens I'll write a little story about it.

tight makes right 😉

What the fuck am I doing? I can’t believe I am going back knowing what was in store for me. I know on some level that I may regret this, but the majority of me was excited as hell. I methodically packed my backpack, phone charger, lube, toothbrush, mouthwash, toothpaste, condoms, an extra change of clothing and a cock ring. I stood outside of their door for what seemed like an eternity, second guessing myself. My heart began to race as I rang the doorbell. Erik answered the door, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt; I immediately noticed the hefty bulge in his jeans. He noticed me checking it out because he grabbed it and said, “He has been waiting”. Erik is in his 40ies, 6’0”, toned body, dark hair, brown eyes. About 7” cut, with a nice mushroom that was thicker around the head. He welcomed me inside where two of his three roommates were sitting waiting for my arrival. I was introduced as their “fuckhole” for the next 48 hours. Jay was a biker type, also in his 40ies, straight mostly, but when he partied, he fucks anything. He stood about 5’10, kind of stocky but incredibly rock hard 7” cock. He was sitting on the love seat and I immediately could see his bulge through his jeans, he chuckled and my eyes moved up and he was smiling at me. He caught me staring at his crotch. Bill was slightly older, he was in his 50ies, but sitting on the couch completely naked, it looks as though the party had started without me. Bill was pretty average in build and looked like he was working with a cock that would surly get larger than the other 2. I am 25, 5’8, 140 lbs, toned but not muscular at all, pretty average sized cock, I have never measured it as I do not want to be disappointed. But have told that I have an incredible hole. Nice bubble butt that can squeeze your cock so tight you moan. Since I was never introduced by my name but a nickname I will just refer to myself as their name for me. fuckhole. I have only partied a few times in my life and do not really remember how to even hold the pipe let alone light it. I am more of a weed smoker. I was instructed to take off my shoes and sit next to Bill on the couch, Erik told me to get ready to have the most amazing next few days of sex. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Erik asked me while filling the bowl. “Hell yeah, I am on a week long vacation, and I just want to get wild, my hole is now your hole for the next 48 hours, seriously you could even tie me up and gag me if you wanted to!” I said with a chuckle in the most obvious “you know I am joking kind of way” Everyone gave a little chuckle. Erik explained that I would not be able to hold the pipe; he did not want me to burn what was inside and held it up to my mouth. I watched the crystals slowly turn to liquid and smoke began filling the bowl. “Now slowly, as slow as you can start to inhale, I am going to rock this back and forth, keep going until I tell you to stop, but remember……slow” Erik said with a grin. He began rolling the bowl and I exhaled as much as I could and then slowly began sucking in. Erik kept telling to keep sucking; I sucked until my lungs felt like they were going to explode. He pulled the pipe away from my mouth and told me to hold my breath, do not let it out. I felt like I couldn’t hold it any longer and he finally said slowly let it out. I let out what I felt was the biggest cloud of smoke in my life but Bill kind of laughed. “That is all you can do? Seems like a light weight to me.” Bill said while shaking his head. I noticed that he was now stroking what seemed to be about 8.5” and was filling out very thickly. “Yeah, come on fuckhole, you need to do better than that.” Jay said from the loveseat. Erik placed the pipe near my mouth again and out of instinct , I tried to grab it, he in a very stern voice said, “I thought I told you not to touch this!” I had already started to feel my body start to heat up and I could only notice the bulges and the huge cock next to me. “I am sorry Erik, I promise I can do better.” I said with kind of a laugh. “CALL ME MASTER” he snapped, I did not want to upset him so I said “Yes Master” “Good little fuckhole” He placed the pipe back up to my mouth, I repeated the same inhale and let out what seemed like a much larger cloud. I was told that one was better but they know I could do better. I asked if I could take off my shirt, I started getting hot, my heart started racing and suddenly noticed that my hole needed to be fucked. “Yeah, take your clothes off get comfortable.” Bill said. I took everything off except for my socks, underwear, and wife beater undershirt. “Are those briefs the only underwear you brought?” Jay asked me. “No Sir,” I said, “ I have a jock in my back pack.” Erik was sitting on the floor in front of me and as I started to explain how the jockstrap looked and how they were in my backpack but all I could think about was getting fucked. With no warning, Erik pulled my trunks off and buried his face into my hole. Ramming his large wet tongue into my hole. I closed my eyes and start moaning. The torch lights up again and the pipe was placed against my lips. I opened my eyes and Bill told me I would have to show him a man hit, not a pussy hit. I took the biggest hit that I had ever could take and bill put his hand over my mouth and Erik started to shove his finger in my hole, for some reason it sort of burned and I exhaled quickly, the largest cloud I have ever seen and cried out “ouch.” Erick informed me that I should only feel the burn for a few more seconds that he forgot to put lube on his fingers. Jay stood up and disappeared down the hall. When he returned he had a leather jock, arm and ankle restraints, a spreader, spray poppers, and a gas mask. He also had lost his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in his leather vest and a black leather jock that had snaps where you could pull your cock out for easy access, and some leather boots. “Here put these on, you will be wearing only this for the next 48 hours.” Jay said throwing the jock at me just before he grabbed my belongings and placed them into my backpack. “Don’t worry fuck hole, you will get this back when we are finished with you.” Jay said as he took it down the hallway. I was so horny slipping on the jock, I just wanted to get fucked. I said out loud without thinking, “Can one of you please fuck me right now, please I will do anything! Please, someone fuck my hole.” The guys chuckled and Bill told Erik to shove a shard into my hole. While Erik hunted for the perfect one, Bill shoved the pipe up to my mouth again and I instinctually reached for it. “That’s it! Jay, hand me those wrist restraints, he keeps grabbing the pipe” Bill again put the pipe in front of my face. I apologized for putting my hands up the other time, but Bill just told me I would make up for it shortly. He instructed to slowing inhale while Jay was securing my hands together in front of me. “There, this should hold him, lets put the gas mask on him so we do not have to worry about him not holding it in.” Erik suggested as he shoved his finger into my hole. It seriously burned and as I exhaled extremely fast, I called out “ouch” but was informed that I just needed more lube, I told him I had lube in my bag but he showed me his lube which allegedly contained some healing / numbing botanicals that will make my hole feel amazing and I could get fucked for days with it. I almost instantly began squirming and chanting “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, someone please fuck me” Jay handed Erik this bar with ankle restraints and hooks attached to either end. They secured my ankles to this spreader and brought it towards my hands and connected those as well. There I lay on the couch, hands connected to the spreader that had my legs spread apart exposing my hole to everyone. Jay comes over to me with a gas mask connected to a long tube. “I do not like how fast you exhaled that last time, I think you need to wear this.” He places this tight gas mask over my head. He then unscrews a bottle of poppers and holds it over the tube and I am forced to inhale several deep hits of poppers. I was flying and all I could do was yell out “PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING I PROMISE I WILL DO ANYTHING, MY HOLE IS YOUR HOLE” Suddenly the poppers hit me and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I felt someone spit on my hole and when I focused it was Erik, lining his cock head up to my hole. Without warning he steadily but firmly pushes his cock into my hole. “HOLY FUCK THAT IS TIGHT! Someone grab me some of our special lube.” He pulled almost all the way out and squirted some of their lube on his cock. I could not handle it anymore I yelled out “FUCK ME PLEASE” and started to squirm so that my hole would swallow up more of his thick cock. “FUCK!! You guys look at this horny pig! He is tied up, not very high, and fucking himself with my cock, I think he should get some more poppers and maybe some more favors.” The guys all laughed and one by one they called me a slut, a fucking hole. That I was created to only be a cum dump for guys. The informed me they wanted to put up an ad and invite people over to fuck me. All I could do was moan as Erik started to shove his cock in and out at a slow pace. “Hand me the poppers again.” Erik said still pumping in and out of my fuck hole at a deep and steady pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. He connects the poppers to the gasmask and I was forced to breath in a few healthy hits. He caps them back up, tosses them aside and as they hit, I felt my hole expand and Erik says to the guys, “You guys have to feel this hole, it opens right up, but fits like a tight glove! He keeps begging me to fuck him, do you think I should fuck him?” The guys tell Erik to give me what I want and he tells me that I am going to love this and in a jack hammer type motion, begins slamming his cock in and out of my hole. I wanted him deeper and harder and wanted him to fuck me in different directions stretching my hole out good. He fucked me for what seemed like only 5 minutes but ended up being about a half hour, he then asked me if I was ready for his load, but immediately followed up with a… “Naw, just playing, you don’t have a choice. OOOOhhh omg I am going to cum” He picked up his rhythm and was now slamming his cock in and out of my hole and all I could do was moan, it felt amazing and then he slammed deep into my hole. I literally felt his cock grow thicker and longer, press through the second opening, he kept it lodged deep into my guts, closed his eyes, leaned his head back and calls out “Take my load you fucking dirty fuck hole!” His huge load filled me up, his thick cock pulsating, shooting thick ropes deep into my guts. He pulled out and suggested that they move me to the playroom. ****************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Thank you for taking the time to read one of my fantasies. Some of the above mentioned did happen, some are a little exaggerated, of course I changed the names. Please tell me if this was entertaining. If so I will gladly tell you how our little "fuckhole's" 48 hours go.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

Everyone needs that guy that isn't out to hurt someone, but if it takes a bit of pain to get them open, they're willing to teach that hole what's expected of it.

I don't mean this in a hostile way, but my advice is therapy. Your need to control has left you a virgin at 35. Please get some help before you waste the rest of your life.

Another great chapter for sure. Just what it want. I want a big poz cock with a PA in it to knock me up so much . A black one would be the best. I'd love to see a guy at the Bathhouse with a PA in his dick and a biohazard tattoo just above it. He follows me to.mt room and after he is in me he tells me he is poz and not on meds.

That is my take on it. Once I get a dick in my ass I don't want it pulling out only to change positions so it can be more comfortable for him. Pump away til it cums deep in me. I want that cum , no questions about status.

I still plan on finishing the “reconnecting with my gay uncle” story. But going forward, all my future stories will be based around the 90s. I like to keep things in my stories believable or at least avoid pushing the boundaries of what I personally can suspend my disbelief for. That being said, writing the types of stories I like gets challenging setting them in the modern day because the prevalence of PrEP and undetectable statuses just makes the presence of HIV feel too safe and benign. Like a wild animal that got old and domesticated and lost its fangs. But the 90s were definitely a golden age of risk for naive young men venturing into the shady world of anonymous gay sex. Where a poz guy’s dick still had teeth, so to speak. I may have only been a small child in the 90s, but I remember enough to create stories in that era with authenticity.

This was pretty fucking hot. Loved the jock with the precum wet spot. But when the jock was off I just wanted to nurse on all that precum leaking out of that bottom's cock. FUCK! He just flowed. Then seeing the Top breed his hole, followed by his own orgasm. Sexy as fuck.

I apologize if I came across harsh. Yes you are right that I came to sexual age way after the 80s AIDS era. I am noone to even opine about what people went through. I should have been a lot more clear when I wrote about condoms and brainwashing. This is in reference to the recent times that when we have excellent ART and even better prevention medications many men especially in "over apologetic" Canada still insist on condoms making me wonder about the brainwashing. The fact is that bareback men are shamed constantly by the same people who bareback themselves but still take holier than thou attitude. Once again I didn't want to trigger anyone's bad memories from those days. We survived as a community and we should still stick together as a community.

No it wouldn't, especially with the new generations. They don't have the sense of community that we did, or the generations before us. We played outside until the street lights came on, they didn't do that.

I disagree. As the hiv crises unfolded, condoms were the only way to maintain any kind of sexual license. Guys we knew, guys we didn't know, guys everywhere were dying daily. At first, no one knew why, other than the fact that "some disease was killing us" out there. Our fuckjoints became ghastly reminders of our previously celebrated lives. Bars closed. Bathhouses became forlorn monuments to what was. We retreated to our homes, and tried to keep in touch with our friends on the phone. Guys were dying in the streets, in the clinics (assuming they could find one that wasn't already filled to the rafters), there were constant announcements of "celebrations of life" as more and more of us died horrible, terrible, agonizing deaths. Condoms (and ceasing all sexual activity, save for our life-partners, were the only possible protection at the time, and condoms were not 100% reliable. You sound like you're young enough not to have gone through those hellish days. If that's the case, be thankful. No one "brainwashed" us, we just wanted to live to see another day.

My cum always goes in them no matter what. Breeding is my pleasure everytime i fuck

My policy is skin to skin or you don't get in. 👉🏻👌🏻 It's fucking annoying when a top insists on using a rubber or pulls out before he can spray my guts full of jizz. Cum goes in one place and that's my fuck hole. PeriodT 😈

LOL, don't laugh - hydrogenated coconut oil - doesn't stain your sheets, smells good, cheap, and tastes good too

I was at Lab on October 16th with my partner. His first time and my second time, it didnt disappoint. It is one of the sexist and kinky fun places in the world. Everyone is there for sex and eventually you will find someone who is into you or vice versa. There are guys fucking everywhere. I was walking with my partner and this guy says, hey sexy! We stop and start making out all together, another guy stops and joins us. We are standing next to the small bar, in a hallway, and we are having a foursome. It was so much fun. We both got our holes stuffed a few times and fucked a few holes. There is sex happening everywhere and everyone is naked for Naked Night. Imagine an old power plant, concrete, pipes, industrial, with 100s of naked men walking around all looking to have sex. It is so liberating, The folllowing evening we went to Kit Kat club, a sex club with large dancefloors and a pool. Yes, a pool in a sex club. Tonight was gay and there were a lots of guys in harnesses and jocks. There are a few darkrooms where there is a huge amount of fucking and sucking taking place. I walked up to a guy and asked him, did you fuck me last night. I thought he was one of the guys from the foursome. He said, no, but I will fuck you now. We found a spot and he fucked me. I would go back to Berlin anytime. The city has a very positive attitude towards sex. You can live out any fantasy in Berlin.

I wouldn't call it abduction, and I've come to expect it, but often I'll be just hanging out at home and my bf has called people over. They'll show up and just take me. I love it when they pick me up over their shoulders and take me to the bedroom or sexroom never asking or saying anything that isn't derogatory or demeaning

*Slight Disclaimer*: There is feet fetish involved in this so if you are offended then this is the warning. The Hotel Bear Daddy Well this was a few nights ago I believe. I chatted with someone from out of town. Their pictures looked really cute and they were bearish. They said they were wanting to bottom and suck. I mean that's pretty standard. But what wasn't standard with how direct they were about meeting and soon and stating their intentions. To me nothing is hotter then a man who intends to meet and get together instead of just general but fun compliments or chat. So we agreed to meet in the evening. I was unfortunately running a little late but was happy when I met him at his hotel. We went up to his room. He was a cute bearish/cub man with a nice trimmed beard. This man was all over me when I walked into his room. We both stripped he kissed me, grabbed me, pushed me, pulled me, threw me on the bed, and grabbed my arms and pinned them to the bed. So fucking hot. I loved his passion and his urgent need for sex. He started sucking my hard and leaking cock and damn his mouth felt great. To my surprised he got on top of me and straddled my cock. He took my cock without problem and his hole felt nice and warm. He was more riding me which I was fine with but I wanted to fuck him. I put him on all fours and started fucking him. This was a much better angle for me and I could enjoy fucking his ass. He felt a little tight so I could tell he hasn't been fucked in a while but his hole felt great. To my surprise he wanted to stop for a moment. He put me on my back and spat on his cock and pressed his fat and hard bear cock in my hole. He had a pretty thick and good sized cock that I saw earlier. And fuck I was tight but he pressed in me. He felt so good his cock sinking into my hole. I started to moan and groan with pleasure feeling his cock pumping in and out of me. He fucked me for a good while and then he pulled out of me. He said it was getting a little warm. I agreed and he said he was going to check the AC and turn it on. To my surprise he went to the window of the hotel that overlooked the city below. He got on the couch and bent over. I knew exactly what he was wanting and I was going to deliver. I shoved my cock in him and stared fucking him again. He said that he wanted me to breed him. He did not have to ask twice. I was going to try to enjoy it more but I really wanted to fucking cum. I fucked him faster and harder and pulled out all the way a few times until I buried my cock deep in him and shouted as I shot my load. I was going to stay in him but he pulled off me and put me on the couch on my knees. Oh fuck I knew what he was wanting. He shoved his hard cock in me and started fucking me on the couch. Fuck he felt so damn good. He was hard and thick and I loved him pumping in and out of my ass. He asked if he can breed me and of course I said yes. I heard him shout and felt a huge load flood my ass. He stayed in me for a few moments and then pulled out and I think his cock was still spraying cum. I thanked him and said I need to pee for a moment. When I went to pee a good amount of cum was cumming out of my ass. I tried to keep it in but some came out. I went back to him and thanked him and he said he needed to cum. I asked him "I thought you already came and bred me?". He told me that was just lube. It smelled and looked like cum when it came out. Was he actually being serious that he didn't cum yet or did he want to breed me and fuck me again. Regardless of the reasoning I did not care. I said Yes and he put me on the bed and put my legs around him and pushed his hard dick in me again. His cock felt so good in me and my hole felt a bit looser from getting fucked and from the "not load" he put in me earlier. After he was fucking me for a little bit he said "I'm going to mark you" and he shouted and I felt another load fill me up. He stayed in me for a little bit and then he pulled out. He thanked me and said we can get cleaned up and have a shower. So considerate of him not all men would offer or allow that. He took out his hearing aid and joked and said "Okay now I am completely deaf". I had no idea he was deaf. But thinking about it more I did ask him once or twice to get on his side and he didn't. I took that as either he didn't want to or didn't understand. But now the miscommunication with him breeding me makes a bit more sense too. Or he didn't realize he actually cam. Regardless he was a hot sexy man and I had fun. He turned on the shower for me and he was trying to put the towel on the rack. I told him I can do that and I got it. He misunderstood this and took it as I wanted him to leave the shower. That wasn't the intention but I decided to shower and get cleaned up. Afterwards I thanked him. He said he'll take a shower later but he kissed me one last time. He said he had a lot of fun and wants to see me next time he's in town. He said he'll be in contact and we kissed and hugged one last time and then I left. The Bi Curious Hotel Bear And then onto the next outing. I was potentially going to go somewhere but decided against it. I decided to grab some food because I was hungry. After I ordered food I checked my phone and got a message from a bicurious guy staying at a hotel nearby. He said that he's a curious bear who looking to play before bed. What a hell of intro. Of course I was interested. His picture did not show his face only him in clothes with his cock slightly showing. He said he hasn't had any experience and wants to try a little oral and making out and then see how things go. He was already interested in me and I was interested in him. I had no idea what he'd look like but decided if it wasn't a match then I just wouldn't go through with it. I was more excited and horny and from his messages he was too. So I drove to his hotel immediately. I parked and went to his room number. I was so surprised he looked like a very sexy and stocky bear. He had a thick beard that was partially trimmed. He had a very friendly look on his face too. He welcomed me and my dick was hard. He told me to make myself comfortable so we both undressed. He complimented my jockstrap. He said he was a little nervous and he hasn't done anything with a guy before but he was excited. I told him "I understand completely. I put my hand on his arm and said we'll have fun." To my surprise he grabbed me and started making out with me. Very passionately and he was also a good kisser. He held my face and explored my body. He had me against the wall and made out with me and then pinned me on the bed. I fucking love how big bear guys/daddies just want to push and pull and throw me around everywhere. No idea if it's because of my size but I'll never get used to it in the best way possible. It feels like what my size and frame was made for kinda. He explored my body and played with my nipples and sucked on them. He went down to my jockstrap and took it off and started stroking and playing with my cock. He took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me and damn he felt great he was messing with my foreskin a little bit too much I told him it's sensitive. I told him not to worry that it's often that it gets to be too sensitive with other guys too. He said he enjoyed it and then he laid down on his back. He pulled me and had me sit on top of him. I lowered my head down and kissed and made out with him. I was feeling so horny that I started licking his face. He was surprised by this but he was moaning and groaning as I did this. I don't think he was expecting this. I licked his beard and his face. He warned me for a moment "Please no biting or marks I have a work assignment tomorrow". I respectfully told him "Don't worry I'll only use my tongue" He smiled at this and was happy and he hugged and embraced me. He told me liked the licks and wasn't expecting it but he said it was sweet and affectionate. I told him "Well there's partially a reason for that." He seemed very interested in this and asked me why. I told him, "Well I'm sort of realizing I'm a pup lately. I said I don't do it with everyone and it doesn't happen with all guys. But when it does I lick their face to show appreciation and affection and sometimes have other pup like behaviors". He told me he can definitely see that and he said I'm very sweet and affectionate. He said no one has ever done that to him before but he really liked it. With that out of the way I was free to continue to show him affection with my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as well and licked them and he was groaning and grunting as I sucked and played with his nipples. I went lower down to his chest and he had a very sexy furry chest. I was licking the fur on his chest and down to his stomach. Then I took got to his cock which was rock hard. I slowly and gently licked and sucked each of his balls. He was loving this from the reactions and sounds he was making. And also his cock bobbing back and forth. I then took his hard bear cock in my mouth and started slowly sucking him. He was groaning and moaning while I was sucking him. He pulled me off his cock and lifted me back on top of him so we could make out some more. He had my ass lowered closer to his raw cock. I was moaning and my ass was getting closer to his cock and at one point my hole was against his cock. I knew he could feel it and he was thrusting a little bit. He lifted me off of him and put me on my side and then got on top of me with me on my back. He leaned down and kissed me more. He lifted my legs and started rimming my ass. Fuck his furry beard and tongue and mouth felt so good against my hole. I kept moaning and twitching my hole while he was rimming me. He stopped rimming and his raw cock was pressing against my hole. He was teasing me while we were making out. I could feel his urgent need and desire and passion to fuck. His cock was starting to press against my hole and I was moaning. He broke away from kissing and looked down at me and asked "Can I fuck you?". I told him yes. That was all he needed. He spat on his cock and my hole and started press his cock against my hole raw. His raw bear cock felt so fucking good as he was pushing into me. I'm glad I had loads from earlier even though I might have pushed some out because he was big and thick. I moaned and grunted as he pushed all the way into me and started pumping his cock in and out of me. I heard him grunt too while he was fucking me. He fucked me for a good while saying how great I felt. I loosened my hole and tightened my hole on his cock a few times. He made out with me while we were fucking and he was also nuzzling my feet. He said "Oh can I come?". And of course my response was yes. He shouted and grunted as I felt his hot load fill my hole. He lowered down to my face and made out for a little bit. He pulled out of me and lay on the bed. I lay next to him and he took his arm and put it around me. We cuddled for a little bit. We also chatted a little I think we might have even dozed off for a moment or two. We also switched between making out a few times. We were both having a lot of fun but he told me that he has to get up early in the morning for work. He said he had a great time and that he'll be back in town at some point too. He said he'll stay in contact with me and wants to see me next time he's in town. He said he loved his first experience with a guy. I really have no idea if he meant that or not but it feels good to hear and regardless I had a great time. When we were getting dressed he asked my status. He realized he probably should have asked that before he fucked me raw. I told him and then he was fine with it. That takes me back so much. Guys fucking and breeding me and asking me afterwards what the status is. I love the sense of urgency in the heat of the moment. We kissed each other goodbye and headed off into the night. The Young Bear Cub Pup Trainer Again Before I saw the Hotel Bi Curious Bear I got a message from the younger or more like my age Dom who I saw a week or so ago and he surprised me by noticing the pup in me and bringing it out more and encouraging it. I've stated this before but not many have done that especially intentionally tried to bring it out. I was so excited to hear from him he asked if I'd be around later and I told him I would. He told me to message him when I'm available. Welp after getting out of the hotel I sent him a message. He responded and said he's ready and I can come on over. So I headed to his place. I went to his place and he was laying down on his bed. I entered and stripped my clothes. He greeted me from his couch and smiled. This man is so casual but he has such a sexy beard and glasses and he looks so dorky I love it about him. But more then anything it's his innate dominate tendencies that also draw me to him. I crawled on the bed with him and started licking and admiring his furry chest and body. He started groaning out. I sucked on his nipples and started licking them slowly and gently. I then worked my tongue down to his cock which was semi hard. I remembered how long and big his cock gets and it was making me nervous but also exciting me. I feel like just that one experience with him made me slightly better at sucking cock and servicing men and that I can learn more. I enjoyed going down on his cock and sucking and servicing him. I tried to go down further. I shouldn't have been surprised but as he was getting harder he placed his hand on my head and starting guiding my mouth and throat down on his hard cock. He held me in place for a moment and told me to be still. I did as he asked and started to fuck my face. I was doing a great job for a moment trying to relax my throat but then I started choking. I had saliva all over my face and my face was teary. He looked down at me and smiled and said "Good puppy". Fuck that word and acknowledgement. I was going to go down on him more to continue to service him but he pulled me off his cock and pulled me to him and kissed me. I kissed back and we made out a little bit. I started licking his face and whimpering. He noticed this and laughed. I started frantically licking both side of his face and licking his ears and his neck. I was scratching his chest a little bit. He said "Good puppy" and kissed me again. He told me "Lick my feet pup". I did not hesitate at all. I don't think I've ever licked his feet before. I started slowly licking his feet and in between his toes. I started sucking on his feet as well. Mostly I was trying to make sure his foot was covered in my saliva. It started off as me licking his feet. But then I started nibbling on his feet and biting them a little. He was groaning and moaning as I was biting them. Then something happened that was completely out of my control. I started growling a little bit. I was biting his feet and clawing at them. I rolled on my back instantly and started pawing at his feet licking them and holding them with one hand and biting and shaking his feet. I was making more unaudible noises too. I was so consumed by whatever was coming over me I did not fully realize what I was doing. I was acting more like a puppy then I have before. I looked up for a moment and saw the man staring down directly at me. He laughed for a moment and smiled at me. It's like I got caught like a deer in headlights and I wasn't sure what to do. So I grabbed his other foot and stared playing with it. I was licking his feet all over while rolling around on the bed on my back and back and forth. And licking and biting his feet and playing. He told me "Good puppy". I was getting into it a little bit too much and one of my legs accidentally knocked over his water glass. I felt so bad when it happened I offered to clean it up but he told me he'll take care of it. he got some napkins and he told me to cover my eyes because the light is bright. I looked like a puppy in shame like I did something bad. I felt like I did. He cleaned it up and kissed me and said I'm a good puppy and to not feel bad about it. I told him I don't know what came over me but I completely lost control and started acting wild. He told me he knows and he loved it. I took a moment to come down from all of that. He got back on the bed and lay down and had his cock pointing straight up. I didn't realize that all this made him rock hard. I went back to servicing his cock. He enjoyed having me deep throat him all the way and then choke on his cock. I was getting better but his cock is very long. Longer then most guy's i've been with. He then told me to suck his balls. I started licking his balls and his crotch. I was also sucking his balls. He raised his ass up a little and I was licking beneath his balls. He lifted his ass a little higher and without realizing it my head was underneath him and I was licking near his hole. He raised himself more and he was basically sitting on my face with his ass. I have not really done this much with guys especially as of recently. But this man's scent and body and charisma. I had my tongue in his ass which was furry and sexy and nose in it. And I was eating and licking his ass. I started up again and started lapping his ass constantly with my tongue. I was also scratching his ass and biting his ass and went back to his legs and rolling around biting his legs. He again looked down and me and laughed and smiled. He then commanded me "Roll over puppy". I rolled over and was on my belly and he got on top of me. He spit on his cock and I spit on my hole and fingered myself for a moment to try and relax and loosen up my hole for this man. I felt his hard raw long thick cock start to press in me. Fuck I yelped out. He told me "That's a good puppy". He started pumping his cock in and out of my hole that had a load from the previous hotel bi curious bear I was with. I wonder if he knew. His long cock felt so good fucking my hole and fucking my loads deeper into me. I was moaning and yelping and whinning and scratching his bed and bitting the pillow. He fucked me for a good while in this position. I kept tightening my hole on his cock and he was loving me. He encouraged me to keep doing this his cock was sliding in and out of my hole so nicely from the previous loads in me. I kept squeezing his cock with my hole and he fucked me faster and harder. He shouted and I felt his huge load fill my hole and mix with the other loads. He stayed on top of me for a moment and then pulled out. He lay on the bed for a moment and then we both got up. He thanked me and said I was a good puppy. I got dressed and I gave him a kiss and we both wished each other a good night. I headed home after that. I almost had another encounter but nothing concrete. I was also tired as hell. I took a well deserved shower and pushed all the loads out of me. Fuck both bears filled my hole. I should have taken a picture or recorded it the loads were fucking hot and felt so hot coming out of me. I was nice and clean after that and slept great with remnants of cum in my hole and knowing that I got to bring out the pup side in me more. What a great fucking night. Especially compared to the previous night I was completely satisfied. Something that I don't always feel or get. Load Count: Loads bred into me 4: I'm going to say that the sexy deaf bear did breed me twice since I felt his load in me the first time and he fucked and bred me a second time. The hotel bi curious daddy bear also fucked and bred me. And the sexy young bearish/cub pup trainer also fucked and bred me. Woof what a fun fucking night. Until next time...