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Small disclaimer: It gets a little cheesy in the middle, but then the fucking continues. Part 4 I come back to the store after I walked around in leather gear for almost an hour. ‘There you are’ Mark greets me, again with a passionate kiss ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I just walked around, the looks I got were all full of intrigue and awe, I love how this leather outfit makes me feel, but…’ ‘But you forgot it is summer and fucking hot outside?’ ‘Yes, exactly, you just know me to well’ Mark knows me in and out, it is an indescribable feeling to be this open with someone. I don’t think my wife ever knew me that deeply, even though she remains one of my best friends in the world. Mark starts to take my leather jacket off, as I loosen the tie and open the top buttons of the shirt, my chest hair visible. As I look around, I see that there are a few people in the store browsing and trying on different clothes. ‘You have customers, I don’t want to keep you from your work’ I say apologetically. ‘Don’t be daft, you don’t keep me from work, well maybe a little, but Daniel, my colleague will be here shortly, he takes over in an hour. You could go to the staff room and wait there for me.’ I give him another kiss and then make my way to the staff room. I get out of my gear but realise that I put my underwear with all my other clothes in my car, when I went outside. But I don’t think Mark would mind. So, I decide to take a nap on the leather couch in the nude. After what feels like five seconds, but must have been almost an hour, I am awaken by a loud cough. I open my eyes looking in the face of Mark and an unknown man. ‘Well, Daniel I wanted to introduce you to the famous Thomas of my past more properly, but I guess this will be it now. This naked man here is Thomas Gray, my former roommate and now…’ ‘Boyfriend’ I interrupt, trying to ease the situation. ‘My boyfriend… in the nude for you Daniel’ Mark teases me with his smile. ‘Nice to meet you’ says Daniel ‘and now I know why Mark never got over you, you’re beautiful, but maybe you could put some clothes on.’ Mark as always reads my mind; he notices my bag from before gone. He walks to a closet, takes out a pair of boxers and throws them to me. ‘Here that should be enough for now’ he says with an evil grin. I put them on and realise why he is grinning, yes, my cock is now securely stored away, but my ass is bare. The fucking bastard gave me an assless pair of boxers. Daniel laughs heartily. ‘You guys are crazy, but it seems you two click. Thomas it was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to the store. But one thing, I heard so much about you over the years and this guy here is the loveliest person I know in the world, so if you hurt him, I will end you, understood.’ ‘Understood’ I say tensely. ‘Great’ Daniel claps his hands and turns to go ‘then have fun you two, see you tonight.’ Mark smiles at me, but I feel like shit. Even though Daniel didn’t say it, but I must have hurt Mark deeply, if he carried me around all those years. Of course, Mark understands what is bothering me instinctively. He comes to me, pulls me in an open hug, only our crotches touching and his hands on my bare ass. ‘Thomas, we talked for hours in the club about our past. I have forgiven you a long time ago, and I don’t want you to carry this with you now. We both have a chance of building a future together, don’t let it be ruined by the past.’ We kiss and I envelope him in a tight hug. ‘But we might need to discuss our relationship status. When did I become your official boyfriend?’ he asks me in mock shock. ‘The moment you put your poz cock in my ass’ ‘Oh, is that right, well if I had known it was that easy, I might have topped you all those years ago.’ I laugh and relax, Mark signals to me to get proper dressed, which is difficult with my clothes outside. So, he says this will be the punishment for my past mistakes, I have to walk to the car with just the assless boxer on. We pack the leather clothes together for tonight, Mark takes his belongings, and we head to my car. I get a few puzzled looks, but as it is hot outside not that many people are bothered. At the car, I put my shorts and shirt back on as Mark takes place in the passenger seat. I start the car and ask him where were going, the answer shocks me. Mark is still living in our old apartment, but he owns it now and it got completely renovated. As I enter the familiar space my heart is aching. All the memories, the good and the bad are coming back in floods. As I let my eyes wander over the space, I notice a framed picture on the wall. I recognise it immediately and turn to Mark for confirmation. He just nods, his eyes watery. I storm to him, enveloping him in a loving, deep kiss, so different to the others we have shared so far. ‘I love you Mark, I always have and I just cannot pretend otherwise. Please, forgive me. I love you so much’ Mark kisses me back, our cheeks wet from the tears of us. Behind us our younger teenage selves looking happily out of a frame, as they are holding the key to their first own apartment. After we spend the afternoon between bed, shower, bed and shower Mark finally tells me where we are going. ‘After I got poz, and met a lot of men like you, who wanted to be pozzed I decided to bring those two communities closer together. As a leather store owner, I of course, was already well connected within the gay community. So, we started to organise poz-friendly bareback parties, that were open for every man, who was poz, wanted to become poz or just didn’t care about it at all. Only rule, no condoms allowed and every four weeks the dress code is leather.’ ‘And I guess tonight is leather night’ ‘Correct’ We got ready, putting our gear on. It was hard not to start fucking again, but in the end we did manage. As I look at Mark in his full leather outfit, I’m breathless, he is looking strong, masculine and contend, like a come to life dream. I am surprised as he navigates me back to his store. The window fronts have now been closed, and the shop seems dark, but we can hear music inside. Mark knocks and a bouncer opens the door for us. With a quick look around I realise, that the shop has become more like a reception place now. Where people arrive, hand in their bags and so on. Mark introduces me to some of the fellow organisers, then he says that tonight he is of duty and ready to party. He guides me to the backroom, and I enter a completely new world. More than a hundred men in full leather gear are talking, drinking and laughing together. ‘This is the social room, here you can come back to talk, eat, drink or just relax, but no fucking in this room. That happens over there’ Mark points to another door at the end of this room. We go to the bar, both getting a beer and Mark introduces me to more of his people. He teasingly emphasises, that I am his new boyfriend. For every introduction that way he gets a slap on the ass from me. After almost an hour and some wonderful conversations, Mark signals to me that it is time to enter the sex room. We take one of the bags in front of the door to put our gear in. I realise that the harnesses are in my car, but Mark just shrugs, so we enter the room completely naked just with our boots on. I need a moment to realise what I am seeing, opposite to my night in the biohazard room at the gay club, this time I have my lust somewhat under control, and that allows me to take this magnificent sight in. Around a hundred naked men are fucking out in the open, the room smells of sweat, sex and testosterone. I look at Mark and myself; both our cocks are rock hard. We kiss each other and then separate, understanding instinctively that this is an experience for everyone himself. Mark has already gone away, as a man almost runs me over, when he enters the room. I turn around, seeing familiar eyes on me. Daniel is smiling at me; without a word he pushes me towards a couch on the wall and buries me under his weight. I didn’t realise, but Daniel is a heavy man. He isn’t as muscular as Mark, but he is beefier. He kisses me, while on top of me. My hands find his ass and pull his body between my legs. I feel his hardened cock at my hole and as I am already proper open because of the many fucks with Mark today, he slides in easily with no spit or lube, just sweat. As he enters me, he moans into my mouth, before pushing his tongue deep into me again. He breaks the kiss, to look into my eyes and then he puts his mouth to my ear. ‘I will poz you like I pozzed your boyfriend ten years ago. You two belong to my strain, I’ll make sure of it.’ My mind starts to race as I let the words sink in, as he pushes harder inside me, I try to comprehend that he was the one making Mark poz, he was the one giving him that life. I look him in the eyes, my hands still pulling his body towards me, with a small nod I say. ‘Fuck me, Daniel. Give me your toxic load, poz me like you pozzed the love of my life. Poz me, now!’ I raise my head to kiss him, and he responds in kind. My hands now on his back, holding him tight. I feel his cock inside me twitching and with a loud final thrust he shoots his toxic load inside me. He keeps on thrusting for another minute or so, before he lets his cock slip out of my hole. Without a word he stands up and leaves the room, apparently he got for for what he came. I on the other hand are not even close to finish. Despite cum being all over my chest and stomach, a sign I had come during our fuck too. I walk around, passing a guy, probably in his early 50s, with a biohazard tattoo on his chest. I turn around, slapping him on the ass. He stops and turns around slowly, his pierced big dick, hairy chest and bush on full display. It only takes a second to realise I made the right decision as he takes me by the neck to push me on a mattress. I try to get on all fours, but he just pins me down with all his weight. ‘You will be punished for what you did, you little slut. I will give you a strain your body will not be able to handle. You think you’re poz, wait until you have my strain.’ I don’t correct him, as it turns me on to be thought of as a poz bottom slut. Still pinned underneath him, he takes a finger to enter my hole. ‘Ah, you already open, you little slut, well then open wide for daddy’ He pushes his cock inside me, while still pinning me to the mattress. With an arm wrapped around my throat he raises my head closer to his and gives me a longing kiss. His fuck is rough, almost violent, but I still feel save and right where I am meant to be. He never takes his body weight of me and finishes inside me with a loud moan into my ear. As he stands up, he slaps my ass as a kind of payback. ‘Hope you happy you little slut, my toxic cum will destroy your little weak strain, you little poz pig.’ He walks away, leaving me on the mattress in a state of full ecstasy and exhaustion. I turn myself on the back, and notice that the mattress is wet, evidently, I have pissed myself during this fuck. The smell becomes stronger, raising the interest of two twinks, who come to me and start to lick the mattress I am currently lying on clean. I guess everyone has his kink, but that’s not mine, so I get up and decide to head out for a moment. I look around, trying to see if Mark is somewhere, but I cannot find him. As I step outside, I see him immediately as he is talking to the guy who just fucked the piss out of me. I walk towards them, and Mark introduced me to Graham, a law professor and supposedly very sweet guy. Graham winks at me with an evil grin and walk to the bar. We decide it has been a long emotional day, full of fucking and love, so we call It a night. Both of us only back in our leather pants, walking with wrapped arms around each other out of the store. In the car we look at each other, because we don’t know where this evening ends. But then I make the decision for us. ‘Let’s go home.’

Part 3 I make my second coffee of the day, and Luke, Chad and Lily are still sleeping in the guest bedroom. The moment my little brother gets up this day will become tense, but for the moment I enjoy the quiet. I lean against the kitchen counter and look out over the city, I love this view of my apartment, it reminds me of the beauty of this town. As I look out my phone rings, I have received a message from Mark. He wants to see me tomorrow, to talk about what happened and show me something. I reply that I am free the whole day tomorrow. His response comes quickly we have a date at 9am at a place I don’t know. I put the phone down and the door to the guest room opens. It is Chad, who is unsurprisingly dishevelled, as most students are after a party night. He comes towards me with his fully erect morning wood, probably not realising that he is naked and not in his home. ‘Good afternoon, Chad’ I say to him. ‘Good morn… of fuck, Thomas?!’ He hastily puts his hands in front of his crotch, but then his gaze travels over my body. His eyes wandering from my face to my loose tank top, to my little white briefs, which are a little too small for me, hardly covering my hairy ass, but are still one of my favourite pair. Something changes in him as he takes his hand away and steps towards me until his rock-hard cock hits my bulge. ‘Chad what are you doing?’ I ask briskly ‘Having a second round after last night’ ‘A second …’ but I cannot finish my question, because with unbelievable quick hands he pulls my briefs down, revealing my slowly hardening cock and turns me around. It all happens so fast, that I have no time to react to his cock sliding into my still cummed up hole. ‘Chad, we can’t…’ ‘Don’t worry, Luke has already seen me fucking you, this ship has sailed, now just enjoy’ My mind is racing, but the lust takes over as I feel myself pushing against Chads cock inside me. It only takes a few minutes until Chad fills my hole with another load of cum. He slips his cock out and gives me a hard slap on my bare ass. As he walks to the bathroom, I pull my briefs back up, puzzled what just happened. But especially confused about what is happening with me. Chad remains the only one of the three awake for the next two hours, so we are forced to make small talk, but truth be told he is unbelievable boring. He might have a big dick and knows how to use it, but a personality is missing. No idea what Luke sees in him. At three in the afternoon Lily and Luke are finally leaving the guest room, looking like they have been run over by a bus. I hand them both coffees, Lily going to the bathroom first. Luke and I don’t talk about last night yet, as we know we need to be alone for this. It takes until the early evening to get rid of Lily and Chad, fortunately I don’t have to drive them to the train station as another friend is picking them up. Now, Luke and I are alone, the atmosphere changes and we both take a seat on my couch. ‘Well, I guess we need to have a talk’ I start and Luke nods. ‘But before you explain anything to me Thomas, let me apologise. I reacted shitty to you and your friend. I should have been more open, you have always been, and I didn’t give you the same. I’m sorry’ I take him in a tight hug, knowing that everything will be alright. He relaxes when we break the hug and I understand that it is now my turn. ‘Luke, thank you for that. We are good, we really are. I love you and nothing will ever change that. But now I have to explain a few things, but I must get something first’ I go to my room, taking the photos I have searched for the whole morning. When I come back, Luke looks at me expectantly. I sit down and give him the photos. ‘This is my roommate Mark, the guy from yesterday. We had been best friends for 10 years and later became roommates until…. until I left this town hastily. You even met him many years ago, you were a toddler then and he was always at our house at that time, he was way cooler for you than me. The truth is, I hurt Mark many years ago. Like you he was confident in his sexuality, came out to me when we were teenagers, didn’t change a thing between us, until this fateful Pride parade in 2011. We celebrated like you did with you friends yesterday, we had a great time and all of us had a final party at our apartment. It wasn’t even far from here, just a 10 minutes’ walk, but that’s not the point. After all our friends left, Mark and I began cleaning, but we were too drunk to really achieve anything. So, we ended up on our couch, talking about our first Pride parade. Mark put his head in my lap as he had for many years, never sexual, just a real close comfort between us. But I destroyed that. As he was talking, my hand stroking his hair, I leaned down and kissed him. First unsure of myself, but later with more confidence. We started to make out heavily and I ended up fucking him. It was bare, it was in the heat of the moment, but I can now accept, that I wanted it that day. I took the initiative, not him. But it changed everything.’ ‘You couldn’t accept what just happened, right?’ Luke interrupts me. ‘No, I couldn’t. I was so confused, so scared and I blamed it all on Mark. Within two weeks I moved out of our apartment, as it was early summer, I managed to transfer to another university. I forced Mark out of my mind and started a new life far away. I haven’t seen him for 14 years, but as soon as I saw him yesterday it all came back.’ I pause and look out of the window, needing a moment to think, which Luke shatters with four words. ‘You did love him’ I shake my head slightly, a tear sliding down my face. ‘Luke, I didn’t love him… I still do love him’ Luke envelops me in a tight hug full of love and understanding. We both talk for hours, way into the night, he is still surprised about my separation, at least that my wife wanted it after falling in love with her female colleague. We talk about Chad, that he is a tool with a nice tool, but that Luke should look for something more. I also talk with him about my date with Mark tomorrow. Luke teasing me the whole night because of it. Once I try to approach the subject of my easiness with bareback sex and poz cum, I show him an article I found online weeks ago about bug chasing and gift giving, recognising that I’m still searching for it online. As he understands that I’m willingly want to be pozzed and get loaded by toxic cum, he looks me in the eyes and wishes me all the luck in the world, even for my chase. I’m not sure how, but my little brother apparently has become a grown up and one of my best friends. (The next day) I stand in front of a clothing store for leather gear, but apparently that is the address Mark has given me. It is already a little after 9am, but he still isn’t there. Suddenly the shop door opens and Mark greets me, asking how long I want to keep staying outside. Confused, but happy to see him I follow him into the store, greeting him with a passionate kiss. Mark is dressed in big leather boots, tight leather pants and a small vest, with nothing underneath. Showing again his beautiful hairy chest off. My cock reacts immediately, but I sense this is not the time for fucking. ‘Welcome to my store, I hope you like it. Well, I guess you wonder why I wanted you to meet me here.’ He asks teasingly ‘I’m a little confused, that’s for sure’ He keeps me pressed to his body, both hands at my ass. ‘I plan to take you out tonight, but you need to be in leather gear for it and I figured, you don’t have any yet’ ‘You would be right about that’ He breaks away from me and guides me to the changing rooms. ‘Get naked, I bring you stuff I think will look good on you’ After more than an hour I am dressed in a complete leather outfit, shirt, tie, pants, boots, jacket, and cap. Fuck I look good, and the feeling of the leather on my skin, amazing. ‘This is surreal, I feel so confident, so strong and masculine’ I tell Mark. He smiles and gives me another kiss. ‘Well, this is for the more formal part of the evening, now we need to get you into something more accessible.’ Mark comes back with two leather harnesses; he hands one to me and the other he takes for himself. As I put it on, I notice that it’s not just a harness, but a harness with two body straps finishing in a cock ring. After I managed to put my cock through that ring, I step outside. There Mark is standing with his rock-hard cock in the same harness. Without a word he pulls me towards him, grabbing me by the harness strap over my chest. We stand in the middle of the open store and kiss passionately. I wander down his body and take his cock into my mouth, starting to taste his toxic precum. As I come back up, I whisper. ‘Give me another toxic load, make me poz Mark, give me the gift’ My words awake an even more wild side of Mark. He pushes me back into the changing room, pressing me hard against the wall. With a final kiss, he turns me around positioning us exactly opposite the mirror, so that he and I can look at each other. Without spit or any foreplay, he pushes his precummed cock inside me. I moan loudly, but that only turns him on even more. I see it in his eyes, that all inhibition is gone. As he thrusts deeper and deeper in me, I watch ourselves in the mirror. In my face is a lust I’ve never knew I could feel; my whole body engaged in the fucking. I feel Mark’s cock twitching, sensing that he is about to shoot his toxic cum. But right before that he tells me to look up. There is another mirror I haven’t noticed, and the view is unbelievable. I don’t only see his cock slide in and out of my hole, but I see his biohazard tattoo clearly. He pulls on my harness and my back presses against his chest, with a final thrust he fills me up with his poz cum. My cock reacting as well, shooting my load all over the mirror on the wall. Mark takes his hands of my harness to put them on my hips, keeping me pressed against his body and his cock still inside me. ‘Another charge for my little bug chaser. Thomas, I will make you poz, I make sure of it.’ ‘Mark, please make me yours. I have never dreamed of anything else. Poz me, fuck me, love me’ Mark kisses my shoulders, before finally letting his cock slip out of me. I turn around and look him in the eyes, another kiss connecting us. ‘Love you?’ Mark asks smilingly ‘I have loved you since school and this will never change’ We kiss one final time, before we hear the doorbell ring, a customer has entered the store. Mark steps out of the changing room and walks completely naked to the front. I follow his beautiful, muscular hairy ass and back with my eyes, the black hair making me hard again. As I hear him talk to the customer, I grab my things but decide to put on the leather outfit instead of my clothes from home. I walk to the front, apologise for the interruption to give Mark another kiss in front of the customer and leave the store to get some air, completely dressed in leather and with a toxic load inside me.

This guy fucks me regularlty and has the most beaufiful cock. The load on the ground slipped out of my hole as the guy before dumped a 8 day load in my hole.

So my Pops and me are really close...He's a straight guy but loves me and has definitely been cool with me being gay...some of you may have read a few stories about our relationship on BZ. For those that haven't..we've hung out at strippers joints and shit...lost my virginity to a female stripper he introduced me too and banged together ...We went to a porn store together where he saw me getting blown through a gloryhole...we go to the nude beach alot..etc etc... Yet I have to be honest as I know that some have mailed me on BZ and asked if we fucked but, guys we really haven't..He is straight and my Dad...we're just close and very much alike and I wouldn't trade this stud of a Dad for anything. So setting up the type of honest and open relationship I have with him, let me tell you what happened yesterday and the last time I came! LOL! So he had picked me up that morning to head down to San Diego for a project my Dad's business is involved in...we worked all day and when we came home that evening...Dad and I decided we'd grab dinner to take back to my place then eat and have a few beers.... So after we arrived I practically swallowed my hamburger whole cause I was starving, turned on the TV, grabbed a beer for Dad then left him on couch ,eating, so I could jump in the shower.... After I got out and was toweling off I walked back into the living room, sat down with a towel around me, and opened my beer... No sooner did I get a gulp down, my Dad asked me what the hell is Pig Sweat? I practically spewed my beer over the coffee table and busted out laughing!... He'd gotten up to get some ice water and when he opened the freezer to grab some ice , he saw my popper bottles...I had a new bottle of Pig Sweat for my Bro. I also had Amsterdam, Rush, and Fisted in the freezer to keep them fresh. I said well they are solvents that gay guys sniff to get a rush during sex. He asked me if they were legal and safe....I said yes and also generally safe...just don't use them with viagra.. He was genuinely curious and I thought, at first, he was teasing me about being naive about them but, he really never heard of them... So then asked me what do they do...I told him that they give a great rush in the head, chest, and body and it can enhance your orgasm....I then didn't hold anything back and said for gay guy that's gonna get butt fucked, the poppers will relax your ass.. He started laughing and we sat and watched TV for minute..He then said what else do you use them for....I said that some guys like using them for getting fisted and/or jerking off....So he got I wild hair up his ass and said let me try them... Now I wasn't shocked that he asked me cause, well, I know my Dad, so I jumped up and grabbed the Pig Sweat. He proceeded to Google information about them. So after a few minutes of struggling to get the wrapper of the top of the bottle (I can't be only one that struggles with the plastic wrap on the top of popper bottles?)I told my Dad that it's even worse when your trying to fuck AND take the wrapper off! We laughed about that too... So I said I'll show him how to sniff the bottle and I'll give the bottle to him and he can then try...I took a hit with both nostrils and as the rush hit me, I realized I'm fucking hitting poppers with my straight old man!!!! He staring at me with a curious look and then said 'damn your face, neck, and chest got really red'...I said that's the intensity of the rush you feel... ...I hand the bottle over to him and proceeds to sniff from the bottle with each nostril....I tell him to be careful as it can burn your nose... He immediately leans his head back, closes his eyes, and said what the fucking hell! He gets all the signs of a good rush and his face flushes... I said you ok? He said if he had this shit back when he was my age, his jerk off sessions would have been on a whole different level....and I probably would have had few extra siblings cause he would have powerfucked my mom constantly on this shit! Now this asshole gets up, with my bottle, and said 'night, son!' and left with them..I started laughing and then proceeded to continue watching TV. My bro comes over later and we proceed to fuck...he gets up to get poppers and he's like Dude, where is the Pig Sweat? Sorry, but my Dad took your favorite! I proceed to tell him what happened....he wasn't surprised cause he's gotten to know my dad...later though as he's fucking my ass, he starts the dirty talk about how I corrupted my Dad and getting him hook on poppers etc...I not sure was more turned on, my Bro or me? About hour later, my Dad calls me and Bro answered my phone. He laughs and then said sure thing. He then hangs up, looks at me , and said that my Dad and me are definitely like! My Dad had called to say he had the best jerk off session to girl on girl porn with the poppers and asked for me to buy him a bottle or two.. I texted my dad and said that I had his back and I'll run by the porn store tomorrow to grab some....He texted back and said not to worry and that he's jumping in the car to drive to the porn store now to buy himself the poppers! I texted back and said "that a boy!" As I started to fuck my bro again...I realized I definitely got my dad hooked on poppers!

Disclaimer: It is the same story as Part 1, but from the POV of the brother. It just felt necessary, I hope you enjoy. Part 2 I laugh, when I see my little brother enter the living room, a golden thong and chaps, well he isn’t shy that’s for sure. But I have to hurry him, as we are already late. We meet his friends, and I take all the people around us in. My little brother doesn’t know, but this is not my first Pride parade. It brings back beautiful memories of wonderful people, but those times are long gone. I relax and enjoy the parade more and more, even taking my shirt off to go with the flow, also it is hot as fuck today. As I let myself fall a little back to take a picture of Luke’s group and the fun they’re having, I feel a hand on my lower back. ‘Can it be?’ a deep male voice whispers in my ear ‘Is that star rugby player Thomas Gray?’ I am shocked for a moment, don’t know what to do, this cannot be happening. But as I turn around, I look into the face of Mark, my college roommate and one time hook up. ‘Mark? What are you doing here?’ we hug awkwardly, I feel the bulge of his leather jock right against my cock, as his hand slowly caresses my back. ‘Shouldn’t I ask you? You have been the “straight” one of us two. You couldn’t get fast enough out of this town after our first Pride parade.’ I lower my head in guilt and shame, my wedding band reflecting the sun, reminding me of my past decisions. ‘Mark I’m sorry, I know I was a coward then, but I can admit it was wrong now. You have been nothing but wonderful to me, I was just scared.’ ‘So, you’re not scared or a coward anymore? How come, I guess this ring of yours is not a sign of a gay marriage, is it?’ It is annoying, that he can still read me like an open book. I shake my head slightly but decide to finally say it out loud. ‘It is a sign of a hasted decision, yes, but… fuck, I haven’t said it yet out loud… Yes, I am married, but my wife and I have separated one month ago. Turns out she doesn’t like men that much.’ Mark laughs, and it brings a smile to my face. It is strange how fast I feel save with him. ‘That is quite the twist of fate, I guess. So, are you now exploring your gay site a little more or why are you here?’ ‘Oh, no, no… it’s my little brother Luke. Look, he is over there with his friends, he is out and proud, and I love him to pieces. I would do anything for him.’ ‘That’s lovely, you changed Thomas, but I guess for the better’ Mark and I start to walk with the people around us again, and I allow myself to take him in for the first time. His body is beautiful, that hairy chest wasn’t there in college, but it suits him. He has become way more muscular and toned, a few tattoos on his shoulders and one peeping out of his jock. I feel myself yearning for this man, but it cannot happen. ‘I have to go to my brother now, hopefully we’ll see each other around’ He pulls me into a tighter hug and presses my hand forcefully to his crotch. ‘Thomas, it was really lovely to see you again… and just so you know, this cock here is ready for you if you want it, and it is full of toxic poz cum now, as I remember this fantasy was quite a big part of your internet search history… seldom saw straight porn on there, if I remember correctly.’ I break the hug, look him in the eyes, the desire between us unbearable. Over Mark’s shoulder I see Chad looking at us puzzled from far away, which brings me back to reality. I nod to Mark and start heading to my brother and his friends. Between hope and fear to ever see Mark again. I let myself be talked into a party by the group, and as we take our seats my little brother and Chad head straight to the darkroom. It is a little annoying, that he is leaving me here with his friends, despite them being really wonderful. I take the chance of my brother being occupied to have a wee and step outside to get some air. I breathe in the fresh, cooler night letting myself relax, when a strong hand grabs me around my hips and turns me around. The kiss of Mark hits me like a lightning bold, for a second, I resist, but then I let myself fall into the kiss, my hands resting on his bare ass. ‘I wanted to do this since I saw you’ Mark says ‘but you were always with those bloody kids’ I started to say something, but another deep kiss prevents me from speaking. We are making out heavily, and I feel Mark’s cock slowly slipping out of his leather jockstrap. He notices it too and takes me by the hand. Without a word we both walk down the stairs to the cruising area, as we passed the first rooms, a monitor shows my brother fucking Chad deepthroat. But I have no time for this, as Mark is guiding me deeper and deeper into the maze of this cruising area. We enter an empty room and start to kiss forcefully; he pushes me against a bench in the middle of the room and demands me to get naked. Within seconds my clothes are thrown into a corner, and Mark kneels before me. As he is sucking my cock my mind races, because I cannot believe what I am doing right now. Mark, as in our youth senses something is up and comes back up to my face and kisses me. ‘I want to fuck you, Thomas. I want to fuck you with my poz cock and breed you with my toxic seed’ This talk makes my cock rock-hard. ‘Then do it, fuck me with you poz cock’ I cannot believe I said those words, but now is the time to live. Mark turns me around, bends me over the bench. He spits at my hole, positions his cock at my entrance and with a violent thrust pushes his cock inside me. My body shocked by the unknown sensation, but within a few strokes my hole opens up, and I relax myself into the fuck. My mind still tries to comprehend the situation, me being fucked in a gay cruising club by my first and only ever guy hook up. But then the situation changes, another man enters the room and without hesitation I take his cock in my mouth. I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip but don’t think about it further. As Mark shoots his load inside me, I feel the warm fill me up, but I have no time to relax as another cock enters me, I feel metal hitting my insides. Mark is standing in front of me, so it cannot be him. It must be the man, who I just sucked off. Fuck, I let myself being fucked anonymously. The unknown cock slides out but is immediately replaced by another one. This situation is surreal, first I only had a relatively innocent hook up with a man I've known for years, now I am getting gangbanged by a load of anonymous guys. I lose count as the seventh cock enters me, my hole already dripping with the many loads I took. All the feeling for time and place leaves me, but after an eternity Mark slaps my bare ass and tells me it is time to take a break. I kiss him one final time, before I put on my clothes and prepare to get back to my little brother and his friends. I introduce Mark, but apparently Luke has seen us. I hope he didn’t see too much of my night, but I cannot change it. After an awkward conversation I guide Mark back downstairs. ‘Are you alright’ Mark asks. ‘Yeah, it’s fine. I guess it is the whole situation of this night. Just a little much, my brother will be fine, but of course he is shocked now.’ Mark and I enter the cruising area again, but this time chose a private room. We talk for hours. At one point he admits to me, that he wanted to test me and force the real me out of my overthinking self. That’s why he guided me into the room with the bench, it is called ‘the biohazard’, it is a room solely designed for bareback sex, but especially a save space for poz guys to fuck. I look at him and understand the implication: most of the guys, who have fucked me tonight are either poz, unknown or just into bareback sex. For a moment I thought anger would take over, but instead my cock became hard again and within in seconds I sat on Mark’s lap, begging him to give me the final poz load of the night. After Mark finished inside me, we decided to call it a night and exchange numbers, both agreeing, that we don’t want to lose each other again. I meet up with the rest of Luke’s group, surprised they waited, but it’s a good sign, I think. As we walk to my car, I feel cum dripping out of my hole and slowly wetting my pants. The talk with my little brother tomorrow will be a very awkward one, and I guess I have to apologise for calling him a slutty twink.

Part 1 It has been almost 20 minutes figuring out what to wear on my first Pride march. My brother is sitting on his sofa in the living room and waits patiently for me to get ready. ‘Luke, how long will it take you to turn into the slutty twink you always are? The march starts in one hour and we still have to get there first’ my brother calls teasingly. ‘I’m not a slutty twink’ I call back, but when I look in the mirror it is exactly what I am. I am a 21-year-old skinny bitch, at least my friends call me that. I guess it is true, when you’re under 6 feet tall your mouth must become a little bit more powerful. I look at myself and am happy with my outfit, a leather harness over a tight sheer white t-shirt and assless chaps with a golden thong to cover my privates at least a little. As I enter the living room, my brother looks amused. ‘Yeah, right, you are not slutty, not a little bit’ ‘Shut up and let’s go’ We get into his car and drive to the starting point of the Pride March. I really can’t believe that my brother has decided to join me, but he has always supported me. As the Pride march is in a different city, then where I study, my friend group has to arrive by train, and we will meet them there. I was lucky enough to stay at my brother’s for the last two days or I would be sitting in that train too, because the hotel prizes are just too expensive for us partying students. After my brother parked his car in a relatively unknown side street, we head to the parade. I see my friends from far away and we reach them with difficulty as the crowd is huge. The news say that over 100.000 people are expected to celebrate and protest. We finally reach my friends, and I introduce my brother to them, of course they are immediately drawn to him, his charm is unparalleled. For a happily married, straight guy, he really hits it off with my people. The march begins, the atmosphere electric. After an hour we take a break, my brother in deep conversation with Lily, one of my best friends. As we continue our march, the sun becomes stronger and it is getting hot between all the buildings. My brother decides that between all the half-naked people he could get rid of his shirt, I’m astonished by the confidence of him. But of course, I have to admit, he probably is the wet dream of a lot of guys here. As a former ruby player, he is very muscular with a big ass, his now exposed hairy chest is getting all the attention of the people around us. If he wasn’t 13 years older than me and happily married, I would be jealous of the attention he is getting, well I am a little bitch after all, but I really love that he is so comfortable. We walk on, I party with my friends, and my brother is falling behind, but one of us always has an eye on him. Before we reach the big square, Lily notices that my brother is in a very intimate conversation with another men. He is almost as muscular as my brother, his chest hairy as well and his abs out of this world. Above his crotch, which is only covered by a leather jockstrap and the half of a biohazard tattoo is blazing above it. I have no idea how this guy and my brother ended up chatting, but the man’s hand rests on the lower back of my brother. But I forget about it rather quickly as I feel the hand of my on-and-off again boyfriend Chad on my ass. We reach the square, my brother back with our group, all listening to the speeches of the organisers, activists and politicians. Later we decide to go to one of the many parties in the cities gay club, my brother talked into it by Lily and Chad. We chose one, that has an all-welcome bar, but gay cruising area downstairs. So that Chad and I can have some spicy fun, while Lily, my brother and the rest of the gang enjoy the party upstairs. As soon as we enter the club, the atmosphere is full of sex, lust and beer. I’m not sure this was the right choice, but my friends just got the last table and ordered their drinks. Chad and I decided to head downstairs, we are not here to waste time. As we enter the cruising area, Chad pushes me into an open room, that transmits a live video feat of the people inside on a monitor. We close the door and start to make out, within in seconds I have his dick in my mouth, sucking and licking relentlessly. He is almost close to come, so he pulls me up, kisses me and then gets on his knees to return the favour to my cock. Chad isn’t the best at sucking, but he can take a cock deepthroat, I start to fuck his mouth and almost shoot my load. We stop, savouring it for later, we kiss and head back upstairs. As we join the group, I notice my brother wasn’t there. ‘Have you guys seen my brother’ I asked them. ‘He went to the toilets I guess, but it has been a while to be honest’ Lily answers me. I am puzzled as well as a little concerned, I hope he wasn’t angry because I left with Chad right away. I search for him but cannot find him anywhere upstairs. He might have searched for me downstairs, so I decide to head back to the cruising area. As I enter there are a lot more men now, but my brother doesn’t seem to be there. I walk through the maze, some hands finding my ass and cock, but I ignore them, when I stumble upon a playroom with bondage bench right in the centre. I can’t believe my eyes, bend over the bench is my brother while the guy with the biohazard tattoo is fucking him. I slip into a dark corner, watching the scene with confusion. My brother is in pure ecstasy and lust, the unknown guy is hitting harder and harder into him, my brother moaning louder and louder. Suddenly, a big beefy muscular man, his body covered in hair and completely naked enters the room walking directly to the bench. He positions himself in front of my brother and he takes the rock-hard pierced cock in his mouth without hesitation. I can’t believe it, my brother is being spitroasted right now. The man with the biohazard tattoo nods to the big beefy guy, and they swap places. As he stands behind my brother, pushing his cock against his ass, I noticed something missing, but it took me a moment to realise. My brother is not only taking cock, but he is also taking cock raw, and he is taking poz cock raw. It overwhelms me and I turn to leave, when Chad collides with me at the door. I try to push him outside, don’t want him to see my brother, but it is to late. Chad kisses me and then pushes me aside, entering the room and walking towards the bench. He doesn’t present himself to my brother, he walks behind him, nods to the beefy man currently fucking my brother, who makes space willingly. Now the beefy man and the man with the biohazard tattoo are in front of my brother as he is licking or cleaning their cock with his tongue. But my focus is on Chad, who with a grin on his face and a quick look to me, rams his cock into my brother’s ass. My brother moans loudly, I know why, Chad’s cock is not only long, but big. For a little twink, he has a massive cock. I can’t take it anymore and leave the playroom. It takes twenty minutes for Chad to reappear upstairs, but my brother still hasn’t come back up. ‘I thought your brother was straight?’ Chad asks me casually. ‘He is, at least I thought he is, but why did you fuck him? Fuck, my boyfriend fucked my brother, that’s bad’ ‘Don’t loose your cool, lets face it we have fun, but we are not exclusive or anything, and your brother is proper hot. I just had to take the chance.’ ‘Easy for you to say, I don’t know what is happening right now’ ‘I get that, but don’t give him a hard time, he always supported you, now it’s your turn.’ ‘But he fucked the guy with the biohazard tattoo raw, he took poz cock and I doubt he is on PrEP’ ‘Oh, he is taking a lot more loads down there and I never been on the pill too’ ‘What, wait, but we …’ ‘Yes, we fucked raw a lot, but you never asked. Now, get your thong out of your ass and don’t be a bitch. He is enjoying himself, let him have this night’ With those words Chad went to the bar to get another drink. It took another 45 minutes before my brother came back upstairs, together with the biohazard guy. They walked straight towards me. ‘Hey little bro, I want to introduce you to Mark, I met him during the parade’ ‘Hey, nice to meet you. And how was his cock in your ass?’ My brother looks puzzled for a moment, but then his confidence takes over again. ‘His cock is great, gave me a really nice toxic load up my ass, can’t wait for another round’ My eyes betray me, the shock apparent. My brother takes Mark’s hand, kisses him in front of me and they both turn around to go back downstairs. I don’t see my brother for the whole night, but he is my ride back to his place. It is almost 5am in the morning, when he comes back to the table, on which Lily, Chad and I are the last remaining of our group. ‘Let’s go, I bring you all back to mine and Luke, we will talk later’ We stand up and are greeted outside by the first rays of sunshine. My brother is walking in front of us, on his pants a little wet spot appearing right on his ass, apparently he is leaking the loads of the night, but I am the slut.

Part 5 Thomas leaves for his first date or whatever this is with Mark, which means I have the whole day to myself. I browse a little, watch some TikTok clips, check my socials, but after an hour I am bored. As I search through the apartment for something sweet to eat - fuck why is my brother such a healthy eater - I find the article about bug chasing and gift giving in my room, well the guest room. I take the papers and with a disregarded chocolate bar out of my gym bag I go back to the living room, starting to read. At the beginning I find the whole idea strange, but as I read on an understanding sinks in, that this isn’t just a fantasy, but a real desire people crave. I spent the next hour or more searching the web for all the information I can find. I open some of my apps and search for the tag poz, browsing the men, who live with it. I am surprised how many men are there, I open the profile of a beautiful nerdy twink, who is only a year older than me and seems like a lovely guy. I close the apps and go back to the internet; the real men are currently to real for me. As I continue my search, I stumble upon pozzing porn. Despite my early hesitation it arouses me deeply, but in a different way to the standard bareback porn I so love. And then I find videos of men with biohazard and scorpion tattoos, which bring me over the edge and my cum right onto the coffee table in Thomas’ living room. I am exhausted, confused, but still horny. I decide to head out and get all this stuff out of my mind. The town is still full of hot gay guys, who carry the atmosphere of Pride through the streets. I end up in a little coffee shop with a beautiful view over the river, ordering a vanilla iced coffee – yes, I am that basic bitch. Enjoying the sun, my coffee and the view around me, my phone rings. As I look at it, I’m a little annoyed, as it is another message from one of my apps, properly another blank profile, who wants to see more pictures of me. But as I open the app, the face of the hot nerd I browsed previously smiles at me. Apparently, in my quest for understanding I have liked his profile pic. Don’t freak out, but I am sitting two tables away from you. I turn around quickly and see that beautiful face smiling again, but this time in real life. His brown hair is all over the place, but with the glasses and as I see now an unbelievable tight body, he looks like a librarian in a porn movie. I signal him to join me, he takes his bag, coffee and book to my table, I manage to get a glance at his butt, which is barely covered by a pair of tiny hot pants. ‘Hi’ he says ‘I’m Tony, sorry for the ambush’ ‘Hi, I’m Luke and no ambush at all. Have a seat.’ And then we talk, a lot. He is an art student at the same university as I am and only here for Pride. He lives like me with his sibling for the time, in his case his sister. We talk about the last days, our Pride experience and then decide to walk a little. Without realising it, I have navigated us back to my brother’s place, inviting him in for another coffee. He is a little reluctant but accepts my invitation. As we enter the apartment, and I get us some water, because none of us really wanted a second coffee, I notice that he is nervous. ‘Is everything alright’ I ask reassuringly. ‘Yeah, it is, but … have you read my profile before you liked my picture on the app or did you just swipe?’ ‘No, I have read it’ I step closer to him ‘all of it’ He puts his hand on my chest, before he looks at me and gives me a longing kiss. ‘I haven’t been together with a neg for a long time, but for you I will make an exception. My poz load will make you happy’ I am startled at the change in the conversation, but my cock is very happy about it. My mind is racing, but another kiss stops me from overthinking it. ‘Yes, please give me your poz load, I want it’ I hear myself saying and cannot believe those words are coming from me. Tony pulls me closer to him, his hands on my back and neck, while I caress his perky ass. We slip out of our clothes, which haven’t covered that much of us in the first place. As he takes of his tank top, I take in a short breath. This guy has a biohazard tattoo on his chest and fuck it gets me wild. I push him onto the couch, burying my head into his crotch. My mouth envelopes his uncut cock, which is incredibly beautiful and thick. It takes me a moment to manage it all, but after some time his cock hits my throat. I hear a loud moan over my head. After I taste his precum and swallow every drop of it, I wander with my tongue up his body, remaining a little longer over his biohazard tattoo, which I kiss lovingly. As I reach his mouth we are enthralled in a deep, longing kiss and I use the chance to sit myself on his lap, his rock-hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. ‘Are you ready to take this toxic poz cock?’ he moans into my mouth. I answer him with a longing kiss. He positions his cock right at my hole and because of sweat, my sucking and some light fingering during my poz porn watch, his cock slips right in. I moan loudly as his cock's head enters me, the thrill of having a poz cock inside me unparalleled. For a moment my breath becomes shallow, and I look him directly into the eyes, before I lower my body deeper. His cock entering me completely. I feel his balls pulling towards my ass. ‘You have a poz cock inside you now, you like that you little neg twink, right?’ ‘I love it’ I whisper in his ear ‘Now what’s missing is your poz load inside me’ This drives him wild, he pushes harder and harder into me, forcing my hips down on his cock. After almost 15 minutes, he presses me towards his body, shifts us both, so that he is now lying above me, thrusting his cock rough. I feel his cock twitching, his climax almost there. With a strong hold, I pull him closer to me, his full body now above me, our tongues intertwined in another kiss and then I feel the warm of his toxic load as he pushes his seed in me again and again. I come simultaneously and cover both our body in my cum. He collapses on top of me, and we remain in this position. His cock slides out slowly, but one of my hands remains on his ass, while the other strokes his back. ‘Wow, that was something else. Luke, you are wonderful’ ‘You are not so bad yourself, Tony. We definitely have to repeat that’ Finally, we sit ourselves up and enjoy the exhaustion and nakedness of us both. As Tony wants to get us another glass of water, he sees the papers about bug chasing and gift giving on the counter, where I left them earlier. He looks at me puzzled and I explain to him, why I have read them. We talk about it, still naked until the night starts to creep in, and we have another goodbye fuck. When he leaves, I open my laptop again and go immediately to pozzing porn, now understanding the played-out scenarios even deeper than before. Something changes within me, it isn’t just curiosity any more, but something else, something I need to figure out.

SINGLE CHAPTER My name is Paul, I live in Brazil, and I've always had a fetish for poz men. I met a man on Tinder named Rodrigo. We started talking, exchanged phone numbers and some nudes. When the weekend arrived, we arranged to meet at a shopping mall on Sunday. We met, we got along well, then he invited me to his apartment, which wasn't very far away. When we arrived, I thought we were going to have sex right away, but he made me sit on the living room sofa and continued talking about random things. That made me feel discouraged, and I immediately wanted to go home. But when I said I needed to leave, he finally started kissing me. We made out a lot, until we started taking our clothes off. “I want you,” he said. “I want you to fuck me,” I replied. We continued kissing and having a great time. I could feel every pore of him desiring my body, our hands feeling each other's muscles through our clothes. My body desired every inch of his body; he pressed against me with that defined stomach, and with a considerable bulge in his underwear, which was hard as a diamond, and I reciprocated in the same way. He ran his hands over my chest, down to my hips and back, driving me crazy with lust. He made me want him more with each touch. Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, bringing my body closer to his, and began to caress my penis with his own through our underwear. I was already desperate with lust and thought that if he touched my penis, I would instantly ejaculate. Rodrigo threw me onto the sofa, pulled down my underwear, and I could see that imposing member in front of me. It was all white, with a pink head, the foreskin covering it, leaving only the tip exposed. The veins were well-defined, and the huge cock pulsed like a heart. It was quite hairy at the base, large and thick. I don't know what came over me, but I knew I wanted that whole cock in my mouth. I knelt in front of him and started sucking, a little awkwardly. “Yeah, suck my cock,” Rodrigo said. I gave that guy a great blowjob, he asked me to sit back down on the couch, and he started sucking on my nipples. He was possessed by lust, he took off my underwear and went down on my cock. As soon as he took it in his mouth, the orgasm was inevitable, and I ejaculated all over his face and mouth. I had never seen so much cum come out of my cock, I gave the guy a bath, and he took my cock and rubbed it on his face, his chest and his mouth, until my cock was completely clean. Incredibly, my cock didn't go soft, always pointing upwards, and the guy went back to giving me a blowjob. Because he sucked so masterfully, I yelled: “You fucking faggot, what a mouth you have, you were born to suck cock. That's it, suck this whole cock, that's what you like, get more milk from your man, suck my balls, put it all in your mouth.” And every time he spoke, the better the man sucked me. He sucked my balls and, while playing with them, started running his little finger over my asshole. I was writhing with lust. Rodrigo stopped sucking my balls, lifted my legs, and left my little hole completely exposed, then gave my hole a deep suck, and I yelled: “You bastard, what a fucking mouth you have, you're driving me crazy with it.” “Let's go to the bedroom,” Rodrigo said. I followed him to a room next to the living room. In the center of the room was a simple double bed with white sheets. Rodrigo pushed me onto it, lying on top of me and starting to kiss me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body. Rodrigo reached for my hole and started fucking my ass with two fingers. I was already surrendered to the anal pleasure he was giving me, and since his fingers weren't filling me as much as I wanted, I yelled: “Put that fucking cock inside me and tear my ass apart, you son of a bitch!” He then positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and shoved it all in at once. I saw stars from the pain. I let out a scream, and with his cock fully inside, he kissed my ear and said: “Didn't you want my cock inside you? Now you'll have to take it.” I tried to relax and get used to the foreign body inside me, and I was willing to make that hot guy cum with my gaping holes. The pain subsided and I started to move. That was the green light he wanted, so he started with a slow back and forth, giving it a little shake, so I could get used to it. After a while, he started with strong, alternating thrusts. Then he would pull his whole cock out, making me feel empty, and put it all in at once, eliciting deep sighs. Rodrigo placed one of my feet on his chest and took the other to his mouth, sucking my toes while he pounded his cock into my ass. While he was fucking my ass frantically, I rubbed the sole of my foot on his face. He licked it, and fucked harder. I started thinking about how that hot man was inside me. That delicious cock I'd wanted to swallow minutes before was now entirely inside my ass. Rodrigo was incredibly horny, desperately wanting me; I could feel it through his breath and the things he said. "What a hot ass you have," he repeated. "It feels so good." I relaxed more and more, then I began to feel an absolute pleasure rising and taking over my entire body. He had started thrusting inside me, eating my ass faster and harder, in a movement that was driving us both to ecstasy. He lay on top of me, his torso rubbing against my stomach. His cock was going all the way in and almost completely out, deep and strong. I smelled his perfume, I felt his uncontrollable desire. He kissed me, kissed my neck. And I, who thought I wouldn't be able to take it, now wanted it to never end. My cock rubbed hard against him, hard and dripping. Meanwhile, Rodrigo was tireless, thrusting his enormous cock inside me with the same vigor he had begun with. His stamina was otherworldly; any man would have already come, but he endured minutes and minutes of that intense fucking. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of me and lay down beside me. I found that quite strange, because neither of us had come yet. "I was almost there," he explained. "And why didn't you come?" I asked. "It's dangerous to come like that without a condom," the man said. I found that super weird, because he had been fucking me without a condom for quite a while. So I said: "I don't have any diseases, there's no danger." Then Rodrigo looked at me, still panting, and said: "The danger isn't in you, it's in me. If I cum inside you, I'll probably give you HIV." That statement made my cock throb, and luckily, Rodrigo didn't see it. I'd dreamed of this forever; I had unprotected sex at every opportunity and considered myself a chaser. But I could see in his face that his concern was genuine and that he wouldn't intentionally give me HIV if I asked. "That's not a problem for me, I take Prep," I lied. "You take it?" he asked. "Yes, you can cum inside me without worrying. I want you to breed me, Rodrigo. Impregnate me. I want your cum inside me." The man didn't think twice; he climbed on top of me again, put my legs over his shoulders, and thrust inside me again with a single stroke. His hunger was so big that it hurt, but I didn't say anything. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "Then ask for it," he said. "Cum inside me, impregnate me, breed me. Give me your load, your babies." Rodrigo started thrusting harder and harder. Rodrigo's breathing became even heavier, his body began to contract, and his moans grew louder and deeper. He roared with his cock rammed into my ass, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His roars intensified, his body began to spasm. Then I felt my ass being completely filled by his jets of cum. While he was cumming inside me, he moaned so loudly that I thought someone would knock on his apartment door. Seeing and feeling the moment, I couldn't contain myself and ejaculated my own cum on my stomach. He kept his cock buried inside me, kissing and panting until his dick softened and slipped out of my completely ravaged ass. Rodrigo was completely exhausted and sweaty, his cock smeared with the very semen he had ejaculated inside me. We lay there for a long time, side by side, the bed disheveled from our fucking, just caressing and kissing each other. After that, Rodrigo and I dated for almost two months, until we argued and broke up. He never mentioned condoms again and always came inside me, without worrying about his status. When we broke up, I got tested and found out I was HIV positive. I never told him anything, and to this day he doesn't know he pozzed me. I don't regret it, because he was the right person for it, even if he didn't know it. A few weeks ago, he texted me saying he missed me. Our fight was pretty complicated, and I don't think we have a chance of getting back together. But I miss that dick and the sex, which was really great. What would you do in my place?

I love gloryholes! Sucking cock after cock and not seeing the man behind the cock is horny as fuck for me.

Saturday night got a text from my friend that his friend is at a motel looking for fun and told him about me. I got the address and room info so I agreed. I got there and met a naked older guy 60's but with a big friggin cock. He told me to strip and suck my cock. So much for small talk. I sucked him standing in the middle of the room for some time almost could double fist his cock it was big. He leaned over me to grab my ass and slap it as I was sucking. He got on the phone and FaceTimed my friend to show me sucking. It turned me on seeing that. Then I got pulled up and walked to the bed got my ass up at end of the bed as he moved to phone to my hole to say im ripping that apart. I heard a laugh and said go for it Im going to come later. He said come. As he hung up I felt him rimming the hell out of my hole tongue deep. I was moaning then felt a shit load of lube dripping down my crack and was fingered for a little. Then felt his cock at my hole as he pushed in very slowly. Holy shit I yelled as it slowly pushed in. Then he pulled away and more lube was squeezed into my hole then his cock pushed in slowly I pushed back and took a deep breath as it popped in. I almost screamed and felt my hole stretching. Then pushed in deeper and deeper I was out of breath. He hit something that hurt and I yelp. I got a smack on my ass hard the sting was string as he pushed all the way in and stood still. I was breathing hard as he reached around and pulled my cock hard like to pull it off . He slowly started to pump as the pain receded it started to feel great. Then he FaceTime my friend to so him. All I heard was look at the whores ass it took it. I heard the phone say 10 minutes away to watch. Then he hung up and pumped fast and faster. I buried my face in the pillow as I was getting fucked. This was going on for some time then heard the door closed as a voice said wow looks hot. Then the pounding started for sometime and felt his tree trunk throbbing as he moaned loud. He laid on me to get every drop in me. Then pulled out. I felt a smaller cock slide in and in not time he thrusted hard and fast. Not lasting long he blew a load and pulled out. I rolled over as they were talking in the other room. I got up and felt a river slide down my leggs. Picked up a towel to clean. We sat there talking about parties and things. My friend came over to me and sucked me till I blew. Good time

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

Last Sunday. Daddy/Son sex party. I asked the young stud who's fucking me a few times a week if he wanted to go but he had something to do so went on my own. More Daddies than Sons but really busy. Daddies lining up to fuck a few twinks and muscle boys. Top Sons were looking to fuck Daddies. And I was a lucky one they took a liking to. For two hours (with breaks) I got fucked by four Sons. Ended up with six loads. The last one fucked me so hard pounding me doggy I thought I'd take a break after he shot his load and pulled out. Then saw people were starting to leave, including two of the hot sons who had been fucking me. Probably better to leave too. Six loads in my ass is a more than I had for a long time so I was very happy Daddy 😉

Jan and His Dad OMG, I cant believe Brandon and I were just caught by his stepdad. I was too busy eating his yummy hole out to notice him when he opened the door. And then, we froze up like idiots. Like deer caught in the headlights. Brandon’s dad let us at least say good bye. I cant imagine what tat conversation was going to be like. I know he just turned 18 not too long ago. His birthday a month after mine. Hopefully it wont be too weird for Brandon. I’m driving home now. I only live in the next neighborhood over so it’s a short drive. I pull up into the garage. I get out of my car and walk into the house through the kitchen. I’m instantly caught off guard by my dad standing in the doorway leading to the living room. He is still in his work clothes with his name stitched into the shirt. It reads Lawrence. Everyone calls him “Law” for short. I never called him that but he was the “Law” at home. He is former military and is very stern and controlling. He’s always in charge of everything in the house. What he says, always goes. He stands there and just looks at me for a moment. He’s holding a a glass of what I assume is liquor in his hands, one in each hand. He holds one out and I take the drink. It wasn’t being offered, I was being told to drink it. I gulp down the weird tasting drink in one go. He sips his and then breaks the silence. L: So Nick just called and told me what happened. I’m left speechless. My mouth goes dry. I wish I had saved my drink for now. As if reading my mind, my dad holds out the second glass for me to take. I grab the drink and swallow it down. Again with the weird taste that I could not identify. L: Now I told you that you weren’t to do anything like that until we went over the basics. I find my voice. J: Dad, I don’t need a birds and the bees talk. I don’t even need a bees and the bees talk. I think I have that covered already. L: Well, now you’ve forced my hand and you need your lessons in this stuff ASAP. Go up and take a quick shower. Clean out and come back to the living room. I know you know what I mean by clean out boy so get to it. We have a lot to go over and not a lot of time. I don’t know what to say. I know I am not supposed to say anything at this moment. Just follow my orders. I run past him and go to my bathroom. I strip down and gather my supplies to follow my orders. I douche and shower as fast as I can. I return to my room to throw on some clothes. I go to my underwear drawer to find it almost completely empty. The only underwear is a jockstrap. I don’t have time to wonder what happened to the rest of my underwear. I just throw the black jockstrap on, some black basketball shorts and a grey shirt. I practically run back to the living room. I find my dad sitting on the couch. He is sitting in front of a flat mirror. There is some white powder drawn up into a few lines. I sit down on the couch and sit there silent. My dad takes a rolled up hundred dollar bill and proceeds to snort 2 lines up from the mirror. He hands me the rolled up bill. L: Alright mister, your turn. I sit and stare at him for a moment. I had never seen drugs before but I knew I was staring at them now. I have no idea what to do. Is this a prank? I wait too long. He grabs me by the neck and lowers me closer to the mirror. L: I said your turn. I take the bill and follow what I had seen him do. I put the rolled up bill to my nostril, hold my other nostril closed, and snort the closest line to me. OMG it burns the inside of my nose. I pull my head up and shake it from side to side. L: Good boy. Now the next one. I lower back down to the mirror and do another line. Again, my nose burns and I start to feel a head rush. L: Now the last 2 lines. Now! I lower down and snort the last 2 lines. The burning is spreading past my nose and I feel it all in my sinuses and behind my eyes. My head is spinning. My dad grabs me by the neck and pulls me up. I’m standing up and I can feel the tingling feeling rushing through my body from my head. I’m in a fog for a moment. My dad just turned on the television. There is porn playing. It’s strain to pay attention to what I was seeing. It was a video of 2 twinks making out. They were naked on a bed just making out and stroking each other off. I look over at my dad and he has something in his hand. It’s a glass pipe with a bulb at the end. He lights up, inhales and blows out a pretty white cloud. He places the pipe up to my lips. L: When I tell you to, breath in and hold your breath until I say to release. Do you understand? I nod as I cant seem to say anything. I’m still recovering from the head rush from the lines. He lights the bulb for me. L: ok now, breath in … now. I breath in slowly and feel the vapor fill my lungs. L: Okay now hold it … hold it … okay, now release. I blow out a cloud as white as snow. He pulls the pipe back and takes another hit. He repeats the instructions and I blew in and out another cloud. I’m starting to feel amazing. He shoves me down on the couch. He places the pipe down on the mirror. L: You feeling good, boy? J: Yeah, I’m feeling great dad. L: Good. I wanted you to feel good before we started out talk. I’m gonna start by asking you some easy questions. Nick says he caught you and Brandon together doing some pretty adult stuff. Is this true? J: Yes, sir. L: Was your shirt off? J: Yes, sir. L: I see. Take off your shirt for me. He pulls my shirt off me before I can even think about doing it myself. L: Did you have your shorts on? Or off? J: Off, sir. L: Good. Take them off now. Without thinking anything of it, I pull my shorts down. I feel the couch on my bare ass. I remember that I’m wearing my jockstrap on and start to panic a bit. Dad stands up and walks up behind the couch. L: Come over hear, now. I get up and join him behind the couch. He shoves me against the couch. L: When Nick walked in on you and Brandon, what was Brandon doing? I start to get turned on remembering my tongue in Brandon’s sweet ass. I did not want to give too much information. J: He was bending over, showing me his ass. L: Like how? Show me. I turned my back to my dad and bent over the top of the couch a bit to arch my back a bit. I spread my legs. I start to freak out. What was I doing? My ass was on full display to my dad of all people. L: And what were you doing to him? J: I was rimming him. I was tonguing his hole. L: You mean like this … The next thing I now, I feel hands spreading my cheeks. Then a warm wetness touch my hole. It’s a tongue and it is sending shivers up and down my spin. My legs buckle a bit. I grab the couch. I let out a moan. J: oh my gawd. I look back to see my dad on his knees, eating my hole out. His tongue exploring my quivering tunnel. He pulls away a bit. L: Was that what you were doing to him? J: Yes, please don’t stop. Dad pushed his tongue back into my cheeks. I was in heaven. I had never felt so horny before. I had never even thought of my hole or being tongued. Whenever I thought of being with Brandon, I was always the one that was going to fuck him. But I could not ignore the amazingness that was emanating from my hole at this moment. Dad reaches around to the front of my jockstrap. That’s when I realize that I’m so incredibly horny but I’m not hard. Well, a little but not at my full length or thickness. I was half chubbed at best. I feel him hand free my cock and balls from their fabric cage. Dad turns me around and engulfs my dick in his mouth. It does not take long for me to get to my full 6 inches. My dad pulls away. L: Good. Just like your old man. No Tina dick for us. Versatile is my nature. Pretty sure it is your nature too. But don’t think that’s going to get you out of your lesson? J: I love this lesson Dad. L: oh this is not the lesson. This is the lead up to the lesson. Dad stands up and I’m instantly sad that he has stopped pleasuring me. He grabs me by my arm and he pulls me to the master bedroom. I enter the room and I instantly smell my mom’s perfume in the air. This brings me back to Earth for a moment. J: Dad, what about mom? Are you gay? L: I’m bisexual. Your mom knows that. She is too. But when I chill with Tina, it’s all about getting that nut. Now get in the bathroom and walk in the shower. But lose this first. Dad grabs the jockstrap and rips it down. It falls down to my ankle and I flick it off. I walk into the shower and I look at him perplexed. I had just showered. He goes into a small closet and emerges with an enema kit. L: Bend over. Get on your hands and knees. I get into the position as ordered. I am perplexed again. I had just used something similar to clean out as ordered to. What was I doing it again for? Dad pulls out a bottle of lube and squirts in on my hole. It’s a bit cold to my touch. He pushes some in with his finger. Inside of me, the lube feels warm; almost burning my insides. I make a noise of discomfort. L: Shut up. You’ll feel better in a minute or two. The finger pulls out. He pushes it back in and wiggles his finger. It feels strange but good. He pulls his finger out again. This time he places rubber tube, shaped like a dick head, up my hole. I wince as it pushes forward. It is thin but I’ve never had anything pushed up there before. He pushes it in as far as I can take it. He holds up a bag. I look back at it and I can see the clear bag is filled with a golden liquid. He adjusts a leaver and the liquid begins to rush down the tubing. I begin to feel a warm feeling inside of me. At first the warmth is just in the area of the rubber dick head. Then I start to feel a full sensation. I look back at the bag holding the liquid and it’s empty. I have all the liquid inside of me now. I feel my dads hand pawing at my left ass cheek. L: Yeah, that’s right. Absorb all that chem piss. Gonna fuck you up boy. I start to feel the warmth expand throughout my body. There is a tingle the follows the warmth. My head feel spiny. My dad flicks the rubber head that’s inside of me and I let out a moan. L: Perfect. Time for your lesson. Dad pulls the rod out from me. He turns on the shower and helps me to my feet. The water hits my skin and I start to feel the piss leaking out of my ass. L: when it’s all out of you, turn off the shower. Towel off and come to me in my bed. I stay there a minute. I can feel the piss empty from my insides. I feel a burning need for my hole to be filled with something. I know it’s begging for cock. My dad’s cock. Any cock. I turn off the shower and dry off. I walk over to my dad’s bed. I don’t see him around but I hear him in his closet. L: get on your back and hold up your ankles. I obey his command and get into position. When he emerges from the closet, he brings out some toys with him. He has his bottle of lube in one hand and 3 dildos in his arms. He drops them next to me. he gets right between my legs and bends down to lick my hole. He’s licking and loosening my hole up a bit. I beg for more. He fingers some lube into me again. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a baggie with what look like crystals inside. He pulls out a big crystal piece and places it at my hole. He grabs one of the dildos and uses it to push the crystal inside of me. I feel a familiar burn and it makes my ass gyrate. i feel the head of the dildo push into me. I hold my breath. My dad looks into my eyes. He looks into my huge pupils, smiles, and then pushes the full length of the dildo into my virgin hole. J: FUUUUUU That’s all I can get out. It hurts but it feels good at the same time. My hole wants it. My hole needs it. He pulls it out and pushes it back inside me. This time I only wince. It takes a few minutes until I can take the full length without incident. My dad pulls out another baggie with white powder in it. He sprinkles some on the second dildo before slowly pushing it halfway into my hole. I’m able to breath and breath and adjust. The burn of the powder makes my hole twitch. It feels like my hole is trying to suck the dildo inside me. Trying to slowly fuck into myself. I start to push back against the intruding toy. My dad takes that as a sign and pushes the entire length into me. Again I wince but I know I need it in me. I need more in me. L: Good boy. That first toy was a small stepping stone. This one in you right now is the same size of your own cock. As he says this he grabs onto my hard dick. He gives it a squeeze. He rubs the head of my dick and I moan. I leak precum on him. He holds his thumb up to my mouth and I lick it off of him. It tastes amazing. He starts fucking me with the toy. He eventually switches to the third and biggest of the dildos. without any warning, he slams the thick toy up my hole. I wince in slight pain but only moans escape my mouth. He fucks me with the thick toy until he grew tired of it. He pulls out the toy. L: Get down off the bed and come suck this dick already. I practically lunge off the bed and onto my knees before my dad. He dick is standing straight up. I look at it briefly. It’s exactly like my own dick except that his is an inch longer than my own 6. Maybe an inch and a half. It was hard to assess as I engulfed the hard dick in my mouth. I suckled on the head like it was a slurpy straw. I was trying to get that sweet, sweet precum that I knew was inside. It did not take long before I was blessed with the taste on my tongue. Then I allowed myself to take more into my mouth. He is touching the back of my throat with his dick and I’m loving it. I choke on it for a moment. He places his hands on my head and starts to face fuck me. Every other thrust tickles my throat. I can feel his balls slapping my chin. He throws my head back. He grabs my by my arm and picks me up to my feet. He throws me against the bed. L: Spread those legs for me son. J: Yes, sir. I hear him spit on his dick and the familiar touch to my waiting hole. He leaves it was my entrance. I cant wait. I start to push back. His head pops inside of me. This time he moans. I tire of him taking his time. I slowly push back and back and fuck myself against his dick. I keep going until I feel his pubic hair against my cheeks. I bottom out. I cant believe I took the hole thing. I’m glad he used that third dildo because he is just as thick. L: HAHA, hungry for my dick. Here lets see how much you like this. Dad kicks my legs further apart and uses his hands to push down my top half against the bed. He starts jack hammering my hole with his 7 inch meat. My hole is stretching in all the best ways. He hammers me for about 15 minutes. He pulls one of my legs up to the bed. I’m on one leg and practically doing the splits. I love this position. I can feel him getting further inside me this way. He starts panting and making grunts. I know he’s almost there, ready to nut. J: I’m cumming dad. Cum inside me dad. I want your babies inside me. L: Little late for that. This is gonna be my second load in your tight hole. my first load is great lube. J: Please fill me up again dad. I let out a deep moan as the cum is fucked out of my dick and shoots against the bed. The internal squeezing I was doing while cumming is sending my dad over the edge. He grabs onto my hips and thrusts deeply. He holds off on pulling away. L: Yeah, that right boy. Dad pulls away from me and he spreads my cheeks with his hands. I watches as his loads slip out my formerly virgin hole. L: Now you know how good it feels to get fucked. Now you know how your boyfriend will feel when you fuck him. He slaps my ass as he walks over to his dresser. He looks at his phone. L: I just received the invite from Nick. We’re going over to Brandon’s house for some more lessons. Go get those shorts on but leave that cum dripping down your leg. Feel like a good little whore. My little whore. We're gonna go show Nick and Brandon how good you are at taking your dad's dick. I hope your super bottom boyfriend takes dick as good as you. I look at him with my saucer eyes in disbelief. L: Don't worry. You'll be getting your dick wet too. Like i said, vers like your old man.

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.

Dam ! YOU CAN SUCK ME ANYTIME! Very hot description got me hard reading. I agree when I suck a finger in the hole definitely helps the top to explode. I try to do that every time I suck. But I do like the taste so I like when my mouth is full and my tongue plays with the cum before I swallow.

I'm old enough to remember when public sex was the only way to hook up. When I was in college there were certain men's rooms where students cruised for sex. I took my first raw BBC in a stairhall in the library. Certain neighborhoods would have cars slowly cruising trying to make contact and ultimately finding a secluded parking lot to have car sex. And of course there were the cruising areas in the public parks. Some summer evenings there were virtual orgies. I was knocked up by a poz black guy. On my back in the dirt, pants off, legs up and receiving nutt. The internet has eliminated the need for most of these places but they were exciting in my formative years.

(This is the story based on true events in 2018 summer in Washington DC. My husband Justin was still alive and he helped me satisfy my daddy craving and our first open relationship encounter) The moment we stumbled into the hotel room, my legs were already up over Justin's shoulders. He'd been rock hard since picking him up at the airport, his military-honed body pressing me into the mattress. 'Fuck, I've missed this tight hole,' he growled, slamming his thick cock into me raw, no lube, just his spit and my eagerness. I gasped, my lean athletic frame arching as he pounded deep, balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, owning me like the submissive slut I am. 'Take it, boy,' he grunted, his hips snapping forward, breeding me hard after three days apart. I moaned loud, my own dick leaking pre-cum on my abs as he filled me up, his hot load shooting deep inside until it dripped out around his shaft. We showered together after, his strong hands soaping my body, fingers teasing my sore hole while I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock clean. 'Good man-wife,' he murmured, pulling me up for a deep kiss tasting of cum and soap. We dried off quick, then got ready for the night. Mid-August heat had me dressing slutty—tiny booty shorts hugging my ass, a cropped tank showing off my flat stomach, and sandals. Justin looked dominant as hell in shorts, polo, and sneakers, his bulge already straining. Nellie's was packed for the drag show, the air thick with sweat and cologne. We grabbed drinks at the bar, and that's when Justin started chatting up this mid-50s daddy—Dan, I learned later. Built like a tank, muscular arms straining his shirt, salt-and-pepper hair, and a confident smirk that made my hole twitch. His son Timothy joined after the bathroom, this androgynous 20-year-old twink, shy and blushing, femme like me but even younger, studying in DC. I sat at our table watching, sipping my beer, as Justin invited them over. The sexual spark in his eyes was the same one he gave me when he wanted to fuck—now aimed at Timothy. Dan shook my hand, holding it too long, his thumb stroking my fingers, eyes raking over my body. Tension crackled; I felt it in my gut, my cock stirring under the table. Justin and Timothy bantered, laughing easy, while Dan's gaze locked on me, winking as Justin bragged, 'My boy's a total slut, keeps me satisfied as my man-wife. Loves getting bred raw.' Drinks flowed, inhibitions melted. Talk turned flirty, heavy—Justin spilling about our shifting kinks, how I craved strong daddies and he wanted submissive sons. Our first open play. Timothy blushed crimson, but Dan just grinned, his hand brushing my thigh under the table. I got mad when they stepped away to talk, but Justin pulled me close, pinching my nipples through my tank, fingers dipping into my shorts to grope my ass. 'Relax, baby,' he whispered, French kissing me deep until I melted, hard again. They agreed to join us back at the hotel. I slipped out for a joint, and Dan followed. In the alley, we smoked, his body pressing behind mine, big hands squeezing my ass cheeks through the thin fabric, thumbs circling my hole. 'Such a eager little slut,' he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot, cock grinding against me. 'Bet you need a real daddy to fill you up.' I shivered, nodding, my voice breathy as we talked dirty about what we'd do. Back inside, Justin was already making out with Timothy on the bar stools, tongues sloppy, hands roaming. We piled into the cab, tension electric, and hit the room. Justin and Timothy crashed on the couch, clothes flying—Justin's polo off, Timothy's shirt gone, revealing a smooth, twink chest. Justin shoved the kid down, yanking off his pants, Timothy's slim cock springing free. 'Suck it, son,' Justin commanded, but no—wait, he flipped it, pushing Timothy's head to his thick military dick. Timothy obeyed, slurping eagerly, gagging as Justin face-fucked him rough. Dan grabbed me, steering to the bed. 'Time for daddy to claim his boy,' he said, voice gravelly, stripping me fast. My booty shorts hit the floor, cock bobbing hard. He shoved me down on all fours, his massive frame looming, pants off to reveal a veiny, thick daddy cock, uncut and leaking. No words—just spit on his hand, smearing my ass, then ramming in bareback. I cried out, the burn turning to bliss as he stretched me wide, deeper than Justin ever had, his hairy balls smacking my taint. Across the room, Justin had Timothy bent over the couch arm, pounding that tight twink ass raw. 'Fuck yeah, take daddy's cock,' Justin groaned—no, he was the dominant top, but the age play flipped natural, him owning the shy boy. Timothy whimpered, 'Yes, sir, breed me,' his voice high and needy, ass cheeks rippling with each slam. Dan gripped my hips, bruising, fucking me primal, like an animal. 'That's it, boy, milk daddy's dick,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. His cock hit my prostate hard, making me leak ropes of pre-cum on the sheets. I pushed back, submissive hole clenching, begging for his load. He slapped my ass red, the sting fueling my moans. 'Gonna fill this slutty hole, make you mine tonight.' Justin laughed rough from the couch, his thrusts audible, wet slaps echoing as he railed Timothy, the kid's cries mixing with mine. Dan leaned over, biting my shoulder, his sweat dripping on my back, cock pistoning faster. I was lost, body shaking, so close— But they weren't done yet, the night just starting to heat up.

I will also add that I have never really liked labels. I know that I am the label bottom. I am also the label submissive. Other than that I don’t really have any labels that I will truly claim.

My last load was to one of my regular subs . He’s going out of town for thanksgiving but he wanted a couple of loads in his Pussy before he left . Of course I agreed to feed the hungry slut . He came over we had some drinks and kissed for a while and then hunger must’ve taken over the slut’s entire being because he started begging for dick endlessly so I let the faggot suck me only if he doesn’t come break eye contact with his Sir There is just something ,in me , that really enjoys watching my slut look up at me with tears running down his face , eyes pleading for mercy, but the bitch knows I will never give it . It’s invigorating . but then after skull fucking the slut for about 10 mins . I bred his wet pussy . I found out the whore had taken some loads before he met up with me , I figured so because his pussy was looser and wetter than usual ( and that fag dump pussy gets pretty wet ). But after pounding his pussy for about 45 mins I gave the faggot two loads . He was late for his flight because of his hunger for cum in his pussy . But it makes me proud to see my bitch becoming the true dump he was meant to be . Makes me proud to know this fucking slut will only ever think with his pussy , that his hunger for cum will always be a top priority. Beautiful thing to see in dump like that . I look forward to using that fag’s pussy again.

I prefer serving at a Gloryhole. In my experience men who use Gloryholes are ready to cum so for every cock I swallow a lot more sperm. The last time I was at a Gloryhole I sucked 8 cocks and swallowed 8 loads.

Last night I was bored and texted a friend if he wanted to play. He was busy but his friend was looking. So he had him text me. We met by a shopping center back parking lot. I jumped in his mini van and got two loads from him. I thought we were done and he drove me to his friends house called him to jump in and got another load in his driveway. Then drove back to my car to drive home dripping

Mine.

Few things turn me on more than a speculum. I love having my hole stretched open and feeling my insides open up to the outsides! When guys breath down my man cunt, play with the lining or munch on it, it drives me wild! love being streched open and filled with piss pic not me but been in the position many a time 😈

I race off to my office with a real spring in my steps making sure not to cum stain my work suit and head straight to the Gents, luckily no one is in there so encouraged by my first out in the open public sex I stand at the urinals and jack off, my load splattering against the porcelain in double quick time. Phew! I wipe my cock on the communal hand towel and smirk to myself, how lucky am I? I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it wasn’t until the following Monday – on another yet rainy day - before I saw him again. He turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time but was now clean shaven and in an electric blue suit, crisp white shirt with dazzling orange tie. I find myself a few yards away from him on the platform edge and as I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me; he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a large leather man bag. When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As we moved forward towards the train doors, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his hard-on in his sharp blue suit, he must have been playing with himself while standing there, after all, first thing in the morning who wouldn’t with his fine piece of equipment I longed to enjoy again. The train was already rammed full of passengers and we were squeezed in to the corner by the doors and reminded me how I’d love to ram his pert ass right now! I still managed to get on next to him but we were now stuck holding onto the same bar above him with his left hand but facing slightly away from me. I was at right-angles to him, however, I couldn’t get around in front of him, as it was simply too crowded and he wasn’t making it easy for me. There simply was no way we could risk the kind of “play” we had enjoyed the other day. The air was heavy with an array of minty fresh breath, the remains of garlic lingering from the previous night, cheap aftershave, expensive cologne and the heady mix of musky BO from the already sweaty tightly packed bodies…all of which made my cock twitch and grow to its full 6.5 inches. God I hope the lady pressed up against me doesn’t move anymore or she will get a big surprise! Nevertheless, in the crowd, I pressed myself against his side and tried to get him to twist around, but he didn’t seem to want to play ball today and I was getting a bit frustrated by this when the train pulled into the next station and a load more people got on. Amidst all the pushing and shoving, I was pressed up to the side of the carriage with nowhere else to move but he ended up with his butt pressed firmly up against my bulging crotch now lodged hard into his butt. The swaying of the train made my erection ride up and down his ass crack making me even more rock hard, already oozing pre-cum into my Calvin Klein’s. Happy that I was in this promising position for the next part of the journey, especially as I couldn’t reach his front, I decided to investigate his backside, I moved so my free hand went neatly to his ass cheeks alongside my hard-on and started to feel the lovely round shape of his bum through his tight trousers. With my fingers extended, I slip my hand forward between his legs and pressed upwards into the spot behind his balls, then traced it back outwards around his ass cheeks as I traced the ridge of his underpants outlining his rounded globes then gently sawed in and out letting him know exactly what I would love to do to him. Throughout all of this, he maintained his position and did nothing to stop me. The height difference between us meant I could just about reach under him until my hand touched his bulge. What a discovery he was sporting an erection set to burst the front of his tightly-fitting trousers! At the next opportunity of passengers getting on and off, we found ourselves up against the glass partition by the seats with now a man mountain standing with his back to us to my right, so we were still well shielded. Still behind him, I slid my right hand around his right thigh and, concealed by his man bag went to grope his trouser bursting cock. With my fingers wrapped around his twitching cock…suddenly, I felt another hand grab mine I certainly wasn’t expecting that, now with someone else involved it was cranking up the risk-stakes. I went cold. I broke out in a cold sweat and a trickle runs down my back causing a shudder I froze, unsure what to do next…but ‘my guy’ then he seemed to wriggle his bum a little rubbing up against the rock-hardness of my own stonking erection pressing deep in his ass crease. This alone was almost enough to make me cum there and then. I’m in awe as he was shuffling through a complete 180 degrees to now face me. Almost feverishly, I allowed the swaying of the carriage to let me adjust my position against him as my hands go to the top of his flies, I expected to find a zip but, to my dismay, I discovered buttons. Damn! Not to be undone, I remembered that on this stretch, there would be a long run now until the next station, which would be on the other side of the carriage, followed by another long run after that. So, bolstered by this knowledge, I found the open bottom button and made my way upwards with dexterous fingers and thumb. In a change of tack, he pressed the back of his right hand against my crotch as I continued delicately undoing his buttons, two, three, eventually four of them, until there was enough room to slide my whole hand inside the warm moist opening. Meanwhile, he continued to brush and press his hand against my dick, bulging hard inside my briefs, now uncomfortably wet from all the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit. How we were able to do this without it being too obvious to anyone in the crowd around us is beyond me. Last time it was me in charge of this intoxicating sexual thrill during our daily commute. However, this time, things were going in an entirely new direction and I was far from in control of myself at the thought of where this might go judging by the state of my own underwear! As he twisted his hand around and began investigating and squeezing the bulge hidden to the outside World by my coat, I slide my hand inside the warm opening of his flies and to my surprise, immediately felt wet cotton then the thick throbbing shaft of his penis. God, it was thick, thicker than I remembered and super rock-hard! I looked directly into his deep wide eyes and gave him a quick raise of my eye-brows. He looked away, being careful not to be discovered…as at the same, his fingers had found the zip of my flies… He wasted no time; before I knew it, zip was down and his hand was inside my trousers and had found the top of my white Calvins. I managed to hook my finger over the waist-band of his underwear and pulled downwards, prying my other fingers into the new opening until my whole hand was inside and the front of his briefs. Immediately, I felt tufts of pubic hair and I squeezed his heavy testicles, now tightly bunched against the warmth of his groin. I saw him swallow hard, parting then licking his lips slightly. He was highly aroused and his right hand was busy working my dick. It was hard to concentrate! As the train came into the next station, we both just stood there, pressed together in the crowd, across from the doors, with people jostling to get on and off around us. As soon as the train moved on, I slowly pulled his foreskin back and as I did so, I watched his eyes close again, as once again he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips hard together, as if to suppress some other more extrovert sign of his ecstasy. I was enjoying this – and so was he! Now, backwards and forwards, I slid his foreskin over the head of his tool and pricked my finger on the sharp underside of his piercing. I swallowed hard to prevent a yelp and hope I’m not bloodying his briefs. I adjusted my hand’s position and continued to jack his hard-on as copious amounts of slippery pre-cum ooze into my fingers and I began sliding it around the head of his penis. Frantically, his fingers pulled at the top my damp briefs and his hand was inside them, releasing my bulging cock into his hand and slipping sideways in my briefs, across my right thigh. He discovered the wetness of my pre-cum and momentarily, I think he thought I had already cum, but because my shaft was hard across my groin and in his grip, he quickly realized otherwise and began sliding my own foreskin back, so that his fingers could mimic what I was doing to him, the two of us jacking in unison. That was it; neither of us could hold it any longer. All at once, I watched as his neck veins began to expand once more against his white shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut I simultaneously felt a series of rhythmic throbs as his cum pulsed volumes pumping endless amounts of cum through my fingers. Just as he was in the midst of his throbbing orgasm, I felt that familiar powerful feeling engulfing my own body, from the depths of my balls, surging up the shaft of my cock, as I exploded into the palm of his hand in two or three long spurts, as I too now tried to stifle to need to scream out loud, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” a croaky cough is all that emanates from my open mouth. I still had his throbbing tool in my hand and there was cum everywhere, running, slippery, over his cock, trimmed pubes, balls and down his left leg as I continued to massage his genitals. My own CK’s were soaked but as I was not quite so well-endowed as he was, it was all contained – I think! He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. As I moved my hand, I felt his balls relaxing and their tightened sack becoming loose and relaxed again I knew it was time to leave; and in any event, we were coming into “our” exit station. I didn’t have time to do anything else but withdraw my sticky hand from his flies, I was left with cum all over my hand and where I pricked my finger his DNA stung where it was soaking into me…Christ! I’m getting hard again at the thought of a little piece of him in me. The urge to lick my hand and taste his essence was overpowering. Damn! A big globule of his babymakers drips from my hand on to the lady’s dress who has her back pressed up against me. Umm wonder how she is going to explain that at work? I figure I’m shielded enough so go for it, close my eyes and imagine it’s his gorgeous thick cock I’m sucking as my mouth engulfs my hand and lick the juices off my fingers. After that split second of imagery I open my eyes to see the man seated with just the glass partition separating us smiling up at me. I give him a wink and as the crowd exits the train we all depart. I started to follow ‘my man’ but quickly realized that it would be futile as the hustle and bustle of our fellow commuters put distance between us. I saw him disappearing up the escalator as the dampness in my groin became cold and uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but imagine his discomfort too at having to walk the rest of the way to work, his button-flies still undone and drenched underwear leaking cold, sticky cum down his leg. Just like me, he would probably have to go directly into the toilet at work, take off his briefs and spend the rest of the day with nothing on under those tight trousers! I’m thinking the local dry cleaners were going to be busy this week. I reach into my pocket to retrieve a tissue to clean up only to find a piece of paper, it says, “Hi I’m James, meet me later at 6pm outside the station, let’s take these morning rendezvous a step further?”

Who would have thought that Mark is so steeped into the poz subculture as he is? A gay leather store owner and an organizer of the poz parties...🥰 This will assist him in helping Thomas acclimate to gay life and make up for experiences that he has missed out on. We are getting bits of Mark's history between their early apartment days and the present. Daniel confesses that he is Mark's gifter, so now Thomas has been fucked by both. The missing piece of the poz puzzle is about Graham--how/where did he come into Mark's life? I am sure@LeatherGayBBhas plans for Luke and possibly Chad (We all know a guy like Chad, a shallow guy with a big cock, and cockier attitude.) I am excited about the pozzibilities that can occur with all of these people and the store setting in future chapters. I know whatever happens in the forthcoming installments, @LeatherGayBBwill take us readers on an insightful and sexually arousing adventure.

As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE finding a bottom that's fucked his own dad. Last time I found one, he was this fucking cute as fuck furry little 28 yo. He came twice while were fucking, telling me about how his dad still fucked him. You just fucking know when they are telling the truth.