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I was cruising sniffies the other day when a familiar profile/photo of a sexy ass appeared. It was a cumdump I used to breed regularly about five years ago. This guy is a sexy man, handsome AF, tall, lean, muscular, and has an ass made for taking cock. We stopped connecting as I moved out of the area for a couple years. I immediately got hard thinking about breeding him again. I was at the gym last night and messaged him if he was taking dick. He got back to me right away like a cock starved bottom and said yes. I left gym all sweaty. Got in my truck drove over and parked. He was ass up and ready for my cock. He didn’t remember me, I didn’t mention that we fucked before. Funny how a cumdump takes so many cocks that they lose track of cocks they’ve had before. Anyway, I lick his hole, taste the previous loads he had inside him from earlier in the day. I slide my cock in and do long slow strokes, pulling out to see his gaped hole and cum on my cock. I keep pounding away like that and finally get ready to cum. I hit the poppers right after he did and told him I’m going to knock him up with my 7 day load. I let my orgasm take over and my cock busted a huge load. It pumped so much cum up inside his guts. I came down from my orgasm. Gathered my stuff and left. There was another car parked outside waiting, another car driving past looking for a spot to park. He was getting some cock last night. He is a sexy dude so I can see how he’d be getting lots of action. As I drove home I passed a former fuckbud’s house where I’d breed him good. He is a sexy porn star that lived there awhile ago and has since moved. Real bummer I can’t breed him anymore. The guy was extremely hot, beefy, muscular, beard, 9”uncut cock and a hungry hole. Anyway, hope the last night’s dude doesn’t disappear on me. It’s be really convenient to have a local cumdump to keep my balls drained.

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 9) Blake woke up on Sunday afternoon and reached out to wrap his arm around Jason, but the bed was empty. Conflicting thoughts ran through the jock’s head. He remembered almost everything that happened the night before and he was both excited and a little concerned. Ecstasy always made him a little emotional, but he had never before told anyone he loved them, not even Coach. Coach was the man he had devoted his life to and done whatever the man had ordered him to do, but he loved Coach like a father, not someone he loved as a partner. Blake had a bond with Aiden, but he didn’t love the sophomore. The boy had been fun to take under his wing and turn into a slut, but it was not the same connection he had developed with Jason. Did he actually love Jason, or had that just been the drugs talking he wondered. Did Jason love him, and would the boy still feel the same way this morning about taking multiple toxic loads from him last night? Had Jason run off this morning in regret as soon as he woke up? So many questions were running through Blake’s mind, and many of them were new territory of him. The jock got up and exited his bedroom. He heard some noise from the kitchen, which did not take much in his small one bedroom apartment to notice. Apparently Jason had not fled. Blake wiped the sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Master. Coffee is ready, I’ll get you a cup, and the bacon and eggs will be ready in just a few minutes,” said Jason. The boy was naked except for his chastity cage as he slid along the counter to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee for Blake. He added just a small amount of cream, which is how Blake liked his coffee, then turned and brought the cup to Blake. Blake grabbed the coffee and took a drink. He hoped it would jump start his mind and allow him to figure out what was going on. “Good morning, Jason,” he finally managed to get out. “Did I put your cage back on last night?” he asked. “No Sir, but I when I work up this morning, I figured you would want it back on since you only took it off me last night so I could play with myself on the E. Thank for that Sir. I’ve gotten used to the cage and I like it on because it reminds me of my place as your Boy, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong Sir?” said Jason, hoping he hadn’t done anything wrong. “No Boy, it is fine. I’m glad you put it back on, you saved me the effort,” said Blake trying to cover for his surprise at finding it on Jason. “I’m going to go take a shower, have breakfast ready for me when I get back and we’ll talk more over breakfast,” said Blake as he tried to regain control over the situation. “Yes Master,” responded Jason as he turned back to the stove and tended the eggs. Blake’s eyes lingered over the V of the boy’s back as it joined his ass. He shook his head to break the spell this twink had apparently cast over him and headed to his shower. He entered his bathroom then warmed up the water till it was comfortable, then jumped under the spray. As he stood under the spray of the shower he thought about why he had gotten so attached to Jason. He was self aware enough to know to that he had a strong connection with each of the college boys he had converted, but none had been like this. He still occasionally saw Charlie and Ian as he supplied them with drugs to sell and collected their proceeds, but both young men had gone on to be sluts in different ways. While they still worked for Blake and Coach as dealers and whores under Blake’s direction, Blake was not fucking either one regularly. They both had found older Daddies that were their focus sexually. Aiden was still someone he would consider his Boy, but as Blake showered and got that clarity that sometimes come with shower thoughts, he realized that Aiden would be just fine without him. Jason on the other hand needed him in a way the others never had. The boy was just so naturally submissive and there was something that appealed to Blake in that regard. He had been unlocking the inner slut in boys these last few years, but he had been doing it because Coach told him to, now though, there was something about Jason that just hit differently. “Master, your breakfast is ready,” called Jason from the kitchen. The boy’s call broke Blake out of his deep thoughts over the Jason and the other boys. He quickly finished rinsing off then dried himself off with a towel. Before heading out to the kitchen naked, he went back to his room and pulled two bottles out of his nightstand. There were eggs, bacon, buttered toast, a fresh cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice sitting on the table for Blake when he entered the kitchen. It was set for one person, even though there was enough food on the plate for two. Blake sat down in the chair. As soon as he was seated, Jason knelt down beside him, “I hope Sir likes.” Blake set the bottles down on the table, then looked down at the twink that was on his knees next to him, “Yes, I do like it Boy. I could get used to waking up to this. But we need to talk, please sit at the table with me and grab yourself a plate. We need to talk about last night, not as Master and Servant, but as friends, hopefully.” Panic flashed across Jason’s face, his first instinct was that now that Blake had fucked him, he was going to dump him. He tried to regain his composure as he pulled himself up off the ground, grabbed a plate from the cabinet and then sat in the chair opposite of Blake at the small table. He couldn’t bring himself to speak and stared down at his empty plate. Blake grabbed the two pill bottles and pushed them towards Jason. “We touched it on last night, but I feel we need to talk about this now, when both of us aren’t rolling. I’m HIV positive and I haven’t taken any medications in a few months, so I’m infectious. I care for you and I want to make sure I am not pressuring you into anything you don’t want. So these pills, which Charlie got me from the health clinic, are a full course of PEP, post exposure prophylaxis. I remember putting at least two loads into you last, and there may have been a third. You said you wanted them at the time, but now in the cold light of day, I’m offering you the opportunity to treat yourself, just in case I infected you last night and you’ve changed your mind.” Jason gave Blake a confused look, “I knew what was happening last night, I wanted it. Do you no longer want me?” “I want you, I want to be with you, but I don’t want you ever regretting your decision. I don’t want you, years from now blaming me, and saying I took advantage of you while you were high, I never want you to ever regret what we did,” explained Blake. “Blake, I will do whatever you say, including taking every toxic load you will give me, but I want you to know, I’m doing so because I want to. I want to obey you, it makes me feel like I’ve found my purpose in life. I’ve spent my life obeying my father, his Pastor, my mother, my teachers, basically anyone with authority. I know what it feels like to obey someone when you don’t want to, with you it feels different. With you I’m not just obeying you, I’m submitting to you, willingly. It feels right for the first time in my life. I feel like I’m no longer pretending to be someone else. I’m my true self finally. I don’t just not care that you are infecting me, I want it. I want to belong to you, I need it. Now, being honest, if you are just using me and want to make me another mark on your scorecard, if you don’t care about me the same way I care about you, if you don’t want to own me, now and forever as you said last night, well I’ll take those and we can go our own ways. I hope you will still by my friend and maybe help me find someone that will want me to be theirs. If you do want me to be yours though, now and forever, then go ahead and dump those down the drain cause there is nothing more than I want, than to have a part of you inside me forever, even if it is a potentially deadly virus. I want to be yours, now and forever,” said Jason, as he fought back tears in his eyes. Blake’s cock was rock hard. “Boy, grab those bottles, open them, and take out one pill from each bottle into your hand,” said Blake, his voice clearly indicating he was back in ‘Master’ mode. “Yes Sir,” answered Jason still not sure exactly what Blake’s answer was. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going on, he obeyed. He opened the bottles, and took a pill from each in his hand. His mind was racing, was this Blake’s way of dumping him, was he going to order him to take today’s dose of PEP instead of just coming out and saying he didn’t want him. “Now go over to the sink and turn on the water,” Blake commanded. Jason did as he was order. As soon as the boy got up, Blake grabbed the bottles and followed Jason to the sink. Jason turned on the water, the pills in his hand. He was devastated as he felt that Blake was about to order him to take the pills as the older boy’s way of letting him know that he had just been using him. Instead, Blake used his left hand to push Jason’s torso down, bending the boy over the sink. He set the bottles in his right hand down on the counter next to the sink, then used the hand to line his cock up with Jason’s hole. He roughly shoved his dry cock into Jason’s asshole. “You’re mine Bitch,” growled Blake as worked his cock all the way into Jason’s tender ass, which was still a bit sore from last night. Still it had the remains of Blake’s cum and the lube from the night before which helped a bit to ease the passage of Blake’s thick nine and half inch cock into the Jason’s ass. Once Blake had bottomed out in twink’s ass, he leaned in so his mouth was next to Jason’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you slow so that you have enough time to drop a round of pills into the garbage disposal each time I bottom out. I’m going to fuck you until both those bottles are empty. You understand me Bitch Boy?” He asked. “Yes Sir,” said Jason as he wiggled his ass, doing his best to adjust the position of his ass to accommodate Blake’s thick cock. He dropped the pills in his hand down into the drain with garbage disposal. “Good Boy! Here I’ll help you,” said Blake as he reached over and knocked over the pill bottles, spilling the contents over the counter. “Now grab some more and watch your chance at avoiding becoming positive go down the drain,” said Blake as he slide his cock almost all the way out. As soon as Jason grabbed a handle of pills, he started slowly thrusting back in and timed it so that he bottomed out with a hard extra little push as he saw Jason drop his handful of pills down the drain. “You are going to stay here the next couple weeks, only leaving to go to your classes, you’re quitting that shit cafeteria job; you’re my Boy now,” said Blake as he pulled back and waited until Jason had grabbed more pills off the counter. “Dump those,” he said as he started sliding back in the twink’s tight but no longer virgin hole. When Jason dropped the pills into the sink, Blake finished his thrust with a hard push, making sure all of his thick hard cock was up inside the twink. Jason was enjoying the rough slow fuck. Sure Blake was ordering him to drop the pills into the sink with each thrust, but Jason realized he was actually in control of this fuck. While his first handful had been whatever he could grab, by his third he was only grabbing a couple pills to drop with each thrust. By the fourth thrust, it was obvious to both of them what was happening and who was now driving this fuck as Jason was quickly grabbing one pill at time and throwing it into the sink as fast as he could. “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, poz me, convert me, make me yours forever,” begged Jason as he did his best to quickly drop pill after pill into the sink. Blake for his part was enjoying trying to time his thrust with Jason feeding pills into the sink. Eventually both young men gave up on the pretense of the scene as Blake started thrusting hard and fast into Jason’s ass. Jason for his part just swept the rest of the pills off the counter and into the sink. While Blake had come a few times last night, Jason had not. He had enjoyed himself and felt ecstatic bliss while getting fucked while rolling on ecstasy as he had several anal orgasms, but he didn’t have a true ejaculatory climax. This fuck though was doing it for him now that he was no longer tripping. Every time Blake thrust in he was hitting the boy’s prostate. The whole scene was so hot for both of them and Jason soon realized he was about to cum. “Sir, please permission to cum, please Sir,” he begged. “Yes Boy, cum for me, shoot that load, show me how much you want to be mine and carry my virus in you. Shoot for me Boy,” responded Blake as he started thrusting harder into the twink. It wasn’t long before he felt Jason’s asshole spasm around his cock as cum started pouring out of the boy’s caged cock. Blake reached down and grabbed the boy’s cock as soon as he started to feel the boy’s ass contracting around his cock. The chastity cage was on and keeping the boy’s cock from expanding outward, but the boy’s cock was firm and pushing the cage outward with most of the boy’s erection still inside the boy’s crotch. Blake collected the rest of the boy’s load into his hand. Once he was sure the boy was done cumming he brought his cum soaked hand up to Jason’s mouth. “Here Boy, eat one of your last negative loads. I’m going to be there and make sure you eat all your last negative loads before you are truly pregnant with my babies,” growled Blake as he place his cum covered hand over Jason’s mouth. Jason did his best to lick up as much of his own cum as he could. Soon though he felt his real reward as Blake grabbed his hips and thrust hard into him then held his cock there as the older boy started cumming. Jason smiled as he felt his Master’s cock unloading another toxic inside his unprotected ass. As Blake grunted and ground his crotch against his Boy’s ass, Jason reached over and turned the garbage disposal on to destroy the PEP pills.

Chapter 3 – Well in the Clouds Chapters 1 and 2 describe an evening that started at Zak’s house and has progressed to me, naked and hooded in a sling in some warehouse, getting my ass worked over by a few guys. Two of them have fisted me, there have been toys in my ass, and I’ve swallowed a load of cum on the way over. Now, we’re going to blow some more clouds. I went to rise out of the sling when one of the guys put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “You stay here until we tell you to get up!” I heard the click of the torch and could smell the unmistakable aroma as they melted the T. Someone brought the bubbler to me, and I took a nice cloudy hit. I held it and, before I could blow it out, felt another mouth on mine. We shotgunned the T back and forth a few times, then his tongue entered my mouth. I got several more hits, and someone gave me another booty bump. This one didn’t burn as much as the first, but that could just be the fact that the nerves in my ass were so overstimulated they couldn’t feel the melting. Once the bump had melted and we had all smoked ourselves into a stupor, the ass play began again in earnest. Guys had been stroking and fingering my hole during our rest but now they were going back to it. Whoever was working my ass now was being a bit more gentle, perhaps to let the new T really hit hard before they went nuts on my ass. He started out with some gentle stroking and mild penetration with his fingers. He had a few fingers from one hand in when I felt his other hand nearing my hole. Soon, fingers from that hand were poking into my hole, sometimes alone and sometimes with fingers from the other hand. He used both hands to open my ass, rotating them around as he pulled my hole open. I was moaning in pleasure from this, so he told me to do some more poppers. Happy to oblige, I put the nozzle to my nose and began to inhale. I kept breathing in new fumes for several breaths, getting my brain seriously fucked up. Once I let go of the hose, the guy started to work me over more seriously. He stretched my hole wider than it had been before. Then, he plunged his hand into my ass, pausing at that point of ultimate stretch. He kept his hand there, just moving it slightly left and right, and occasionally moving back and forth. I was writhing in pleasure as he worked my ass like a maestro. Then, he drove in deep with his hand. He quickly got to the bend in my ass, which opened readily for him. He teased that area for a while, sometimes slipping his fingers deep into my bowels. But mostly he stayed at the bend, flexing and twisting his hand inside me. The poppers were wearing off, but the sensations I was feeling were incredible. I reached down to open my ass more, but my hands were slapped away. I felt another guy’s hand on my ass, and he pulled my cheeks further apart. The guy fisting me began a very slow extraction. He worked my ass on the way, flexing, twisting, prodding as he pulled back. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he paused there, letting me experience the stretch. When he was all the way out, the guy holding my ass open let it go. “No. Hold it open so I can really work his hole over.” The hands went back on my ass and spread me wide. I also slid down a little in the sling to help to open my ass. My hole was pumping in anticipation of what was to come. First, his hand went partway into me. He must have made a funnel with his hand and fingers since I felt the coolness of fresh lube being poured into my hole. He filled me up nicely with the lube, the cooling sensation exciting me for what was to come. I heard a guy lubing up his hands. He then placed one at my ass and began to push lightly. He must have been making a fist since this felt larger than anything from before. With a little pressure from him and me working to open my ass, his fist popped into me. He twisted it around a bit and then worked it out. He entered my ass again with a fist. He repeated this, going a little deeper every time he inserted his fist. He could tell I was loving it, so he told me to snort some poppers. He held his fist in my ass while I inhaled and then began a fast extraction and insertion once the fumes hit. My ass was being held open, I was in a sling in some unknown location, a guy was fisting me, and I was soaring in ecstasy. Once again, a hefty spurt of precum came out of my caged cock and dribbled its way down to my hole. Now, my own precum was mixing with the other juices as he pounded my hole. The guy fisting me started to slow down and soon slid his fist deep inside me. He was twisting and flexing a little, but needed a break. He worked his hand out of my ass and shoved in another butt plug. “Next!”

Meet him on snifies. He asked if I was hosting and I told him I could. He took awhile but except my offer. Which was a good blow job. He asked if I bttm. I said well I think about it a lot. But I never have. He asked would you let me try? I asked him for a picture of his dick. 7”2.5” in girth. I sucked him like a Champ. Then he tried to finger my ass. So I gave him lube. I continued suck his monster cock. He gets on top of me missionary. He begins to work the head of his cock in after a short time he fucken Buried his cock balls deep. It was amazing i wanted to kiss him. But he was more interested in fucking me. He started to hit my hole hard and fast i wanted him to put his seed in my ass instead he pulled out and fired a massive load all on my gaping hole. Over all even the big dick had me worried. I took it like a good faggot!

Welcome to The Master Pathogen Christmas Special. While our main story is on hiatus until next year, @leatherpunk16 and I decided to post a short aside piece as a fun one-off to tide everyone over until we start the story back up. I hope everyone enjoys the short series and feel free to comment and share your thoughts. We will be posting each day until it's finished on Christmas Eve. Below is a link to our original story and source material... The Master Pathogen And without further ado, here is a teaser of what's to come: --------------------------------------- Prologue: Twas the Snowstorm Two Weeks Before Christmas... Snow drifted in gentle spirals over the Merrydale Christmas Tree Farm, settling on the endless rows of evergreens like powdered sugar. The lights strung along the pathways glowed a soft gold, illuminating smiling families carrying bundled trees toward their cars. Laughter chimed through the crisp winter air, warm and bright despite the cold. Grace Turner stood at the end of the main lane, watching the final visitors depart. She breathed in the scent of pine, her chest lifting with a feeling that was almost too big to contain. Everything around her felt peaceful—settled—as though the world had finally aligned in exactly the way it should. She turned toward the man standing beside her. Cole Henderson waited with his hands tucked into his coat pockets, a shy, contented smile on his face. Snow dusted his shoulders and dark hair, giving him a quiet, gentle glow. His presence was as steady as the old farmhouse behind them—solid, dependable, safe. “Today was perfect,” Grace said softly, her voice touched with wonder. “I—I didn’t know it could feel this right. Staying here. Being here.” Cole stepped closer, his breath visible in the cold. “It’s because you made it that way.” He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “You brought life back to this place.” Grace let out a shaky, emotional laugh. “I thought I needed skyscrapers and boardrooms to be happy. But… standing here now, I realize I was always running in the wrong direction.” Cole smiled, warm enough to melt the snow between them. “Sometimes you don’t know what you’re missing until you come home.” She looked up at him, eyes shining. “I ended things with Andrew,” she whispered. “For good. I’m not going back. I don’t want that soulless corporate life anymore.” The words hung in the air—not dramatic, just true. Cole touched her face, gentle and sure. “You deserve a life that feels like yours.” Snow swirled around them as she leaned into his touch, emotion thick in her throat. “I want to stay,” she said. “Here. With you.” Cole’s forehead rested against hers. The background lights blurred softly, turning the world warm and golden. “Then stay,” he murmured. “Stay, Grace.” She closed her eyes. “I will.” Their lips drew closer—slow, inevitable, filled with quiet certainty. The world around them seemed to hold its breath. Rows of trees whispered in the wind as the last light of evening glimmered over them. Grace stepped forward, heart full, ready to— — Grace Turner’s frozen, love-struck face lingered on the TV screen for barely two seconds before an avalanche of popcorn and empty beer cans pelted the image. Groans erupted from every corner of the room. “BOOOOOO!!! TURN THAT SHIT OFF,” someone yelled. But it was Bran Coletti, Chapter President of Phi Alpha Gamma, who truly commanded the chaos. Towering over the others even from the couch, Bran had a voice that operated at only two volumes—loud and louder—and both were currently in full force as he pointed accusingly at the screen. “Who in the holy hell requested we watch this?” he demanded. “Seriously. Whose emotional support movie is this? Stand up. Confess.” The rest of Phi Alpha sprawled around him in varying states of drunken festivity. Evan Marsh hovered near the window like a nervous bird, mumbling about the storm. Ty King, already shirtless for no reason anyone could identify, lay half-asleep on the floor. Zach Dempsey, eternal skeptic, looked personally offended by the movie’s existence. Derek Vance lounged with a smug smirk, clearly proud he’d thrown the empty beer can that hit “Grace” between the eyes. And Paul “Porkchop” Carter—adorably sentimental and two drinks past capacity—was sniffling into his sleeve. “Oh my god,” Zach muttered. “Is Chop actually—?” Porkchop shot up, cheeks flushed. “Shut the fuck up guys,” he snapped, voice thick with emotion. “She… she should be able to spend her life how she wants, okay?” Dead silence. Then the entire room detonated with laughter. “CHOP IS CRYING!” “Bro’s fuckin’ HAMMERED.” “Oh my god, someone take his schnapps away.” “He’s got a fuckin hard on too!” “I am empathizing,” Porkchop insisted, with all the dignity of a man slurring. Bran—President, tyrant, self-appointed god-king of the house—clapped his hands sharply. “Alright! That’s enough. We are NOT ending the night on emotional tree-farm drama.” He pointed at Noah Vance, Derek’s younger cousin, the pledge, who was trying to disappear into his too-tight children’s Christmas sweater. “Rookie. Up.” Noah froze. “Uh… what?” Bran waved him forward with the authority of a drill sergeant who’d been given a candy cane and too much power. “Pledge task. Pick the next movie. And don’t fuck it up or you’re on toilet duty for the entire next semester.” Noah stumbled toward the huge mixing bowl on the coffee table, filled with folded slips of paper—the frat’s chaotic holiday watchlist. He stuck his hand in, swirled, pulled something out. Bran snatched it before he could read it. “KRAMPUS!” he yelled triumphantly. “Hell. YES.” The room exploded. “FINALLY!” “Murder time!” “Christmas is SAVED!” “Play it, Rookie!” Noah hurried to cue up the movie while Ty grabbed another beer and Derek mock-wiped tears from Porkchop’s face. As the opening music of Krampus started, Evan drifted to the window again, tipping aside a tangle of pathetic garland. “Guys… the snow is getting, like… really bad.” Zach didn’t look away from the TV. “How bad?” Evan pressed his forehead to the glass. “Like… campus-shuts-down bad. I bet classes get cancelled tomorrow.” A triumphant roar shook the room. “FUCK YEAH! SNOW DAY!!” “No exams!” “Long live Phi Apha!” Behind them, the Christmas lights blinked twice, then once more… a faint, hesitant flicker. No one noticed. Not yet. — Krampus was barely ten minutes in before Phi Alpha Gamma descended into the predictable chaos of a winter-night watch party. Bran Coletti, Chapter President and self-declared Emperor of Christmas Movie Night, lounged in the center of the couch like it was his throne, barking commentary at the screen every few minutes. Ty whooped every time something vaguely violent happened, and Derek yelled back alternate lines he thought the characters should’ve said. Porkchop, miraculously recovered from his emotional meltdown, shoveled fistfuls of cinnamon popcorn into his mouth at a rate science would consider dangerous. Noah, the pledge, sat wedged between two couch cushions, trying not to look like a frightened woodland creature. Outside, the storm still raged—but the power in the neighborhood hadn’t so much as flickered. Through the front window, rows of houses remained warm and bright; the streetlights glowed steadily beneath the snowfall. This, unfortunately, did nothing to reassure Evan Marsh. “Guys,” Evan muttered, forehead nearly pressed to the glass, “the snow is really piling up out there. Like, uh… aggressively.” “No one cares, Evan,” Zach said flatly. “No, seriously, look—there are weird footprints in our yard. Like… big ones. That’s not normal, right?” “Footprints?” Ty perked up. “Like Santa?” “No,” Evan whispered. “Like… not human.” Before anyone could mock him further, the movie hit a tense beat: a child screaming, Krampus bells jingling ominously. And then— Every light in the frat house died. Instant. Total. Silent. The TV blinked out. The Christmas tree went dark. The heater cut off with a dull, defeated sigh. But through the front window, all the neighboring houses remained lit. And the streetlights still glowed. For a moment, no one said a word. Then Bran’s voice tore through the pitch-black living room. “OH, WHAT THE HELL? Why is OUR house the only one out? This is bullshit!” Ty yelped, “My beer— I can’t find my beer!” which was approximately the least helpful observation possible. Zach groaned. “It’s a blown breaker, obviously. This dump is older than Porkchop’s browser history.” “Hey,” Porkchop sniffed defensively, “my history is— is tasteful.” Someone bumped the coffee table. Someone else tripped over a plastic reindeer. The house filled with the sounds of chaos and mild suffering. Derek launched an empty can in Bran’s direction. “Nice job plugging in that sketchy space heater again, Prez.” “It was COLD,” Bran snapped. “Now shut up. We just need someone to flip the breaker.” As if on cue, a faint whistle drifted through the room. A cold draft crept up from the hallway leading to the basement—icy and damp, like something breathing from below. No one noticed. Not even Evan, who’d pressed closer to the window again and whispered, “Guys… I’m serious. Those footprints are really fucking weird.” Noah lifted his phone, its flashlight cutting a small pale circle through the dark. Zach’s voice came from somewhere near the tree. “Pledge. Basement. Breaker panel. Go.” Noah froze. “Why me?” “Because you’re the pledge,” Bran said, as if that were the entire explanation, the law, the universe. “And because someone needs to fix this before my toes freeze off.” Derek added, “Basement’s right there, buddy. Don’t scream too loud. Krampus might getcha.” Laughter rippled around him—forced, shaky at the edges. Noah swallowed. He turned toward the basement door. A stronger gust of cold rushed up as he pulled it open—unnaturally cold, like winter had carved itself into the earth beneath the house. He hesitated. Behind him, Bran barked, “Go on, Rookie. We believe in you. Sort of.” Noah stepped down the first creaking stair, phone flashlight trembling in his hand. The basement swallowed the light. The whistle echoed again—just for a moment, just enough to raise goosebumps. But the guys upstairs were already resettling themselves, arguing about whether they should start where Krampus stopped or restart it entirely. No one paid any more attention when Noah disappear into the dark, each guy grabbing their cellphones to kill the time. — Noah descended the basement stairs with steady, reluctant steps, one hand gripping the railing, the other holding his phone high like a makeshift lantern. The narrow beam of light pushed weakly into the darkness below, illuminating dust motes that drifted through the cold air like tiny, suspended particles. The further he went, the more the warmth of the frat house disappeared behind him, replaced by a chill so sharp it felt as though the temperature dropped several degrees with each step. His breath fogged immediately, a thin white cloud that startled him—this basement shouldn’t have been that cold. The space opened before him in a low sprawl of clutter and neglect. Cardboard boxes marked XMAS DECOR leaned crookedly against the far wall, their corners softened by years of damp. Tangles of old Christmas lights were piled in plastic bins or strewn carelessly across the concrete floor like discarded serpents. A cracked inflatable snowman sagged in the corner, deflated and slumped over as if defeated by time. The air smelled of mildew and something sharper—an acrid, chemical bite that made Noah’s throat tighten when he inhaled too deeply. He swallowed and tried to focus. The breaker panel sat near the furnace, its metal face dull with age. Noah forced himself toward it, trying to ignore the uneasy sensation that someone—or something—might be watching him from the darker corners of the basement. The feeling wasn’t entirely new; the basement had always felt strange, but tonight the atmosphere seemed charged in a way he couldn’t explain. There was a stillness to the air, a heavy, waiting quality that made him quicken his steps. A cold draft brushed the back of his neck as he reached the panel. It wasn’t the casual chill of an unsealed window or a poorly insulated wall—this felt like a long, icy exhale. Curious and unnerved, Noah turned and swept his flashlight toward the far wall. That was when he noticed it: a narrow door he had never seen before, partly obscured behind a stack of storage bins. The wood was warped and discolored, the frame cracked, as though it had endured decades of neglect. The door hung open by perhaps an inch, swaying subtly with the draft that flowed from the darkness beyond it. A soft, wavering whistle escaped from the unseen space behind the door, a hollow sound that pricked at his nerves. He didn’t investigate. His instincts urged him to turn back to the breaker. With fingers that trembled despite his efforts to steady them, he flipped the tripped switch. The house above him responded instantly—lights came back on, voices erupted in cheers, and the muffled thump of resumed movie sound reached him from the ceiling. Relief washed over him so quickly it made him dizzy. He let out a shaky laugh, raking a hand through his hair. He headed back toward the stairs, eager to rejoin the brightly lit world upstairs, but halfway up he paused abruptly. Something in the corner of his peripheral vision tugged at his attention. He turned, hesitant, and his flashlight swept across the basement floor. The tangled string of Christmas lights he’d seen earlier was no longer sitting motionless. The entire strand was shifting, inching slowly across the concrete floor like a living thing. The bulbs flickered irregularly—green, red, green, red—in a pulsing pattern that reminded him disturbingly of a heartbeat. The sight rooted him to the stairs, caught between disbelief and a rising sense of dread. Before he could convince himself he was imagining it, something struck him across the face. It wasn’t a physical blow so much as a wet impact, a sudden splatter of warm, viscous slime that hit with enough force to make him stumble back a step. He gasped as the substance slid down his cheek and jaw, its sickening chemical odor flooding his senses. His eyes burned from the sudden contact, and he instinctively wiped at his face, only smearing the slick fluid across his skin. Behind him, from the direction of the warped basement door and the creeping lights, a low growl rolled through the darkness. It was deep and resonant, carrying a weight that vibrated in the air around him. Noah froze on the stairs, heart pounding wildly in his chest. The growl shifted, curling upward into a sound that was unmistakably a chuckle—wet, guttural, and inhuman. His phone screen flickered violently as it crashed to the ground. The flashlight dimmed. The last coherent thought Noah had was that he needed to run. But his legs were already buckling beneath him as the world went black. — For the first twenty minutes after the power returned, none of the Phi Alpha Gamma brothers gave Noah a second thought. The movie was back on, the lights were on, the beer was flowing, and the living room had snapped right back into its rowdy rhythm. Bran restarted Krampus “properly, from the beginning, because cinematic excellence deserves respect,” and everyone groaned but went along with it. Ty sprawled across the rug with his head on a pillow shaped like Santa’s ass; Porkchop got emotionally invested in the opening scenes for reasons no one understood; Derek heckled the movie nonstop; Zach critiqued the pacing; Evan sat close to the window, flinching at every rattling gust of wind. Noah’s absence barely registered at first. He’d only gone to flip the breaker. A two-minute job. Maybe he’d stopped to check the Wi-Fi. Maybe he’d taken a leak. Maybe he’d found a dusty treasure trove of weird old frat history down there. And the movie was good. So good they didn’t notice how long it had been. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty-five. By the time the movie hit its midpoint, the guys were laughing, shouting, deeply engrossed—and Noah had been gone long enough for a quiet unease to slip into the edges of the room. It showed first in Evan, whose nervous habit of glancing at the basement door had become more frequent. Between flickers of lightning outside, he kept pressing his forehead to the glass, watching the snow pile into white drifts that swallowed the yard. Streetlights still glowed; nearby houses were still brightly lit. Their house remained the odd one out. The storm grew louder—wind scraping at the siding, rattling the gutters—and still the pledge hadn’t come back. When Ty finally muttered, “Damn, Rookie’s been down there forever,” it broke the spell over the room. Zach paused mid-sip of beer. “Huh. Yeah. He really has.” Bran frowned at the screen, though his gaze wasn’t quite focused anymore. “He’ll come up in a sec. Probably wiping cobwebs off the porn stash Derek keeps pretending isn’t his.” “They aren’t mine! I wasn't even alive to have that old of Playboys, you jackasses!” Derek barked, because that was the law of the universe. The laughter was weaker this time, the timing off. Another ten minutes passed. The snow outside grew deeper. The storm howled harder. The movie played on. And Noah remained conspicuously absent. Eventually, Porkchop sat up, frowning blearily. “Guys? Seriously. He’s usually back fast. Like… puppy-returning-with-the-ball fast.” Zach scoffed, but it didn’t carry the same confidence. “He’s fine. Probably went down a TikTok rabbit hole.” “Noah doesn’t even have TikTok,” Evan said quietly. The room went still again. Bran shifted forward on the couch, elbows braced on his knees. He looked toward the basement door, the only completely dark spot in the entire house. Something about it—the angle, the stillness—felt wrong, as though the darkness there was heavier than natural shadow. “How long’s it been?” he asked, voice lower now. Ty checked his phone. “Uh… like an hour? Maybe more?” An uneasy silence rippled through the room. “That’s… not normal,” Porkchop mumbled. Evan swallowed hard. “If he slipped or passed out or something—we’re gonna be in so much trouble. You know campus security already thinks we’re on probation even when we’re not.” No one argued. The paused Krampus frame stared back at them from the TV, claws raised mid-swipe, frozen in a way that made the air feel suddenly colder. Bran stood, breaking the tension with a crack of his knuckles. “Alright. Enough. Someone go down and get him.” The others looked at one another. No one moved. Not a single person volunteered. The basement door loomed in the far corner, a dark rectangle swallowing the soft glow of Christmas lights. And for the first time all night, even Bran didn’t bark an order.

Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

This is a position you'll never win. You'll find people who love body hair and people who don't. You do you, and let them find someone else if they're not interested.

If a bottom doesn't like your body hair then he should move on to someone else. Men aren't Ken dolls perfectly groomed for visual preference of others.

I got picked up at a local bar at a hotel in Laguna Beach....a straight swinger couple...middle-aged and great shape...he had a huge thick 9 inch dick...they wanted me to watch them fuck...went back to the hotel and they proceeded to fuck on the bed...I sat in chair next to the bed and jerked off...as he proceeded to reach an orgasm( which I am surprised he could do cause she was screaming like a banshee) he pulled out, jumped up, and put his dick in my face...I immediately engulfed it and he came down in my gullet as I shot cum all over his leg...I am glad I could participate in their fantasy...lol

AUTHOR NOTE: this one is inspired by a discussion I had about a so-called AI companion where folks worldwide sent confidences (even erotic) and on the other side there was a man who guided the bot to answer, so he could read every intimate speech users sent. Paid service, obvious. That's why I'd never trust using those for sexting role play! Here's the setup. Let's start! No AI has been used to create this, I'm an author and I care about my writing not to end up into #AISlop ---- Leo: I'm 22, twink, naive. My world is behind a screen and video-games. Very shy in real life. Sex? Never had, too fearful of judgments for my sex orientation and kinks! I just look at guys when I go to the gym and that's all! My entire sex life stays on BreedingZone where I found so many guys with my same fetishes. HIV included, yes, I'm one of those bug chasers wannabe. But with age verification spreading all over the world, interesting people to sext with, just disappeared and my inbox is always empty. But one day I found a topic referring to chatbots. "AI doesn't judge, it talks, so let's share the ones where you have your best sex conversations!" Curious of AI, I was discouraged. The most important engines just reject any explicit contents, so I followed that topic. Surprisingly, the most verbal man in that post, was a certain GifterAlex, a huge biohazard as profile pic, and a very different profile from the others. Interests: computer, tech, AI, research, psychology Very strange for a sex related website, so I kept on reading. Background: mid 40s, Caucasian, progressive politically oriented, in favor of any technology innovation gay men can benefit of. HIV status: poz, not on meds Role: top Looking for: real and concrete encounters. Not here to waste time. Access denied to flakes, fakes, bigots and crybabies. "Ambiguous", I thought; if he talks about computers in a sex site then he wants to hookup, where's the trap? Isn't he one of those "morality guardians" sent by far-right politicians to out gays around the world? So, I read his post: "Most interesting and effective bot I found is called Highly Intelligent Volunteer. It can provide any kind of advices, it's a very customizable agent. By text you can ask it anything. Try it for free at least 30 days then you'll be CHARGED". Didn't give too many attention on the word "charged" capitalized; could be just he wanted to warn readers they were going to pay. Curiosity hit me, I avoided asking questions about who the owner was, if it was an advertisement or just an advice. GifterAlex could be a user like me and I signed up with no hesitation. [TO BE CONTINUED]

"Prepare your holes for something epic this weekend" was the text I go from my partner. at least I have a timeframe till this torture is over 🐷

I got my last loads, yes loads, at Club Buddies here in Colorado Springs. I was in a sling for 10 hours and was fucked, bred, seeded for hours and was left and loose, juicy and a cummy hole! Cum all over me inside and out and all.over the floor where it dripped out or off of me! I fucking loved it!

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

Mid 40’s poz off meds

True, and there is something akin to "making love" when that particular thing, characteristic, whatever, that just turns your crank is present in the other guy. For example, I just so happen to adore a hairy hole, for a number of reasons, and while I don't demean 'making love" at all, it's possible to get really close to "making love" when a physical characteristic that really pushes your buttons is present.

I’ve crossed into intimacy with people at bathhouses in moments of lust, but I wouldn’t say I was making love. Every encounter is different, and everyone has their own threshold for what feels too intimate in a hookup. For some men, kissing is off the table; for others, it’s essential. While both are physical acts, it’s simplistic to treat “making love” as purely innocent intimacy. Sex is something you do with someone; making love is something you share with someone. My bathhouse motto tho: "I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love" - 50 Cent - In da Club

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I would like to point out that the Louisiana Purchase which was a sizable chunk of land that is now several of the states that make up the central portion of the continental United States was purchased from France. The French, much like the Dutch, didn’t conquer when they came to the Western Hemisphere as explorers and traders. Unlike the Spanish, Portuguese, and British, they legitimately did come here strictly to explore, set up trade networks, and build colonies where the indigenous populations would permit them to. Unlike the Dutch they did not attempt to barter for land, the French simply looked for potential locations and made certain that the indigenous peoples were OK with them establishing a colony or trading location there or if it would disrupt a preexisting local agreement. I’m uncertain about what the situation in Alaska was with regarding the Russians before they sold that to the US government. Of course the worst case wasn’t actually conquering so much as an illegal overthrow of a legitimate government at the request of private business interests owned by US citizens and enabled by the use of US military personnel. That would be the annexation of the kingdom of Hawaii btw. The sugar barons, all of them US citizens, who were private citizens and private business owners requested that the US government provide them with US Sailors and Marines in order to depose Queen Lili’uokalani the last and rightful monarch of the kingdom of Hawaii, establishing the short lived Republic of Hawaii, which very quickly became the US territory of Hawaii. A few decades later, after enough White people had moved to the islands to outvote the Native Hawaiians, it became our 50th state. I should also mention that the entire concept of there being separate races of Homo sapiens with vast differences that can be scientifically detected and measured is complete nonsense. It’s totally founded in the debunked pseudoscience of eugenics and has absolutely zero scientific evidence supporting. There is only a single extant species of human today, Homo sapien, and there are no subspecies within that species. The distinctions that are detectable are quite literally only skin deep, and that’s it. They’re pretty much just limited to the amount of melanin that is present in the epidermis, the way in which the hair grows, and eye color. There are a couple of things like sickle cell anemia which is more common in people whose ancestors were from areas that had large amounts of malaria, but that’s related to the fact that malaria was present and nothing else. Since malaria was extremely widespread from Africa to the Middle East, and the entire Mediterranean basin, that’s going to include a huge number of people. A couple of other extremely location specific adaptations have arisen in particular populations, but again that’s more because of the specific location than anything else. This whole argument about immigration is nothing more than racism based on pseudoscience mixed with xenophobia and nationalism. No nationalism isn’t patriotism, and it isn’t better than patriotism either. It’s worse than patriotism, and it’s actually worse than hating your own country. Nationalism is worse than hating your own country because, when you hate your country at least you’re able to notice & acknowledge when it’s making a mistake. Nationalists are simply incapable of recognizing that their country is even capable of making mistakes in the first place, let alone recognizing that it’s making one in the moment. Thus when it’s doing exactly that there’s no one to keep it from going past the point of no return. Nationalists always doom themselves to failure and defeat, ALWAYS. They can’t see their own mistakes, so they can’t learn from them, they can’t improve themselves, and they can’t think outside of their own tiny little boxes, or I should say echo chambers. They wallow in groupthink and don’t understand that they’re stuck. That’s why they don’t understand that diversity actually is a strength. They view it as a weakness, but their ideology of having everyone assimilate into one homogeneous culture is the weakness. If everyone looks, talks, thinks, acts, and believes the same and a problem is encountered, what happens when they try everything they can think of and none of it works?

Don't take it personally. Some guys like smooth, some guys like hairy but no one has the right to tell you what to do with your body hair. I'd reply, "If you don't like my body hair then don't contact me. There are plenty of guys who like it just as it is."

Hairy is always better... shows higher testosterone.. embrace it! Id someone else doesn't like it, move on. Their loss.

Hair is a sign of masculinity. I have an Indian fuck bud who has a nice hairy chest and bush but always shaved his hole hair. I asked him to refrain and within a month he had a beautiful crop of hair that I love to get my tongue in. It's also so hot to see my cum cling to it after I pull out.

Dads 50th birthday was shagging until 9pm missed most of it with one of his neighbours! Dads marriage day was fun too!

Dads 50th birthday, dads wedding, brothers wedding… could go on. my favourite was missing brothers wedding whilst shaving his best mate who was also absent haha

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?

(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.

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“Come on, dear,” Said Timmy’s mother. “ I think we need a little chat, don’t you?” and she led Jane off down the tow path. The men had finished with Nigel. He lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum. Arthur knelt and ruffled his hair. “Nice one!” He said. He bent and delicately licked the drool of cum leaking from Nigel’s arsehole, releasing his old dick and rubbing it to erection. “Just one more “ He said, covering the naked body and sliding his cock up inside. “and this one’s toxic as heck!” With that he grunted and spurted his diseased sperm deep inside Nigel who groaned as he felt the throbbing inside him. Arthur got off, found a rag and cleaned the lad up as best as he could. “Off you go, Nigel” He said when he was dressed. “I expect you’ll have some words with your aunty, eh?” Nigel set off and found his aunt drinking tea in the living room. Kevin sat on the other sofa, a miserable expression on his face. He was wearing a dressing gown and it looked like he was nude beneath. “Aha!” Said Jane. “So you’re back?” Nigel didn’t know what to say. “Apart from that disgusting exhibition this afternoon, Kevin tells us you’d already been a little slut in the sauna.” she said. Nigel flushed and nodded. She smiled. “and I bet you love the feel of a cock spewing nasty cum in you, eh? You’re as disgusting as each other.” The front door opened and Timmy’s mother came in. “All sorted,” she said. “ They’ll be here in a minute.” Aunt Jane turned to Kevin. “Take that thing off. Show us your pathetic body.” Kevin blushed, but he undid the belt and pushed it off his shoulders and sat there naked. “Now you.” They both looked at Nigel. “Come on!” Blushing and sweating with embarrassment he stripped off until he was naked and trembling, though his tiny cock was hard beneath his belly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “Stay there!” Said Jane. She went out. Nigel heard male voices and then the door opened and Arthur came in with two of the men from the canal. They were both black, middle aged and still holding a bottle of booze. They looked a bit uncertain when they saw the two women and Kevin and Nigel both naked. “Don’t mind us!” Said Timmy’s mum, guiding Jane over to some chairs by the dining table. The men laughed and nudged each other. Arthur decided to get things going. He dropped his trousers and began to wank his cock. “Kneel on the sofa then, mate” He said to Kevin. Kevin paused and looked at Jane. She gave nothing away but Timmy’s mum said “bend over, then.” He turned and knelt on the cushions, offering his ample bottom to the room. Nigel saw Timmy’s mother smirking and a look of shock but excitement on Jane’s face as she saw Kevin’s arse upraised. Arthur dug a dirty tube of lube from his pocket and applied some to Kevin’s hole. Sighing happily, he raised his shirt and began to slide his cock into Kevin’s rectum. Kevin’s groan was matched by the gasp from Jane as she watched in fascination as Kevin was buggered by the disgusting old man. The two other men closed in on Kevin, feeling his body and squeezing his little cock. After a few moments they began to strip, exposing sizeable black cocks below hairy bellies as the room filled with Kevin’s groans. Nigel was trembling as they led him to the other sofa and made him kneel. The two women stared at him as on of the men grabbed the lube from the side table and rubbed it into his cock. Then the other man held Kevin’s cheeks apart and they all watched as the big, black cock sank between the pale, upraised buttocks. Nigel gasped as he was buggered and he heard Arthur grunt as he shot his load. “Well now, isn’t this nice.” Said Timmy’s mother. “You must come round to my place one evening!”

With me, it depends on the situation. From a dominant top in a role play scenario, or if he's about to seed my hole, I feel my ass twitch, my dick throb, and it kicks my lust into overdrive. From someone sharing our lgbtq lifestyle it seems flirty or playful. From the older boomers in my family, thanks you just reinforced how intolerant you are and why I never contact you. From a bunch of punks on the street, my flight response kicks in and I'm out of there.

As long as explain to your family,I'm sure they would understand

continued The sound of the porn playing on the screen was turned up and poppers were once again handed to both Steve and I, this time by the dark haired man, and more as a command to take a deep hit of the poppers and not as an option. Steve took a heavy huff and then passed the bottle to me. With Steve’s cum dripping down my chin, I placed the bottle at the base of my nose and took a long inhale. As my body began to warm and all I could think was to get my lips once more around that young stud cock staring me in the face. I leaned forward and began to wrap my tongue around the shaft as my lips slid up and down the veiny young pole. I could see Steve reach his fist around for the black cock behind him. As he began to slowly message the man cock, it began to grow and stiffen. Long and thick, slightly bent to the left, it looked like it could destroy a hole. Pulling my head of the wrestler cock I turned for the dark man meat. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me towards his monster rod. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and tried to get as far down the shaft that I could. Barely have way down, I opened my throat as he pressed hard and began to force fuck my throat. Getting to the base of his cock he pressed hard against my head and thrust his hips forward, working him massive cock down my throat, gagging me. He knew exactly what a young man needed. Although I was a college freshman, this wasn’t my first rodeo and I was into rough group sex. Exhibition was turning me on. Now hard as steel, he pulled my head of his cock and returned me to the blond wrestler stud. As I began to work me head into his crotch, the black man pushed the young studs shoulders forward and began to massage his enormous cock the Steve’s perfect ass crack. Sliding it up and down, the huge black tool was poised to begin the widening of the jock pale hole. I looked to the right and noticed the dark haired man with tattoos and the smooth chiseled blond in only their leather harness, stroking their cocks. My uncle was on the other side in only his harness smoking his cigar, his meat dangling like a firehouse. The black bodybuilder spit on his cock and began to bury it little by little into the wrestler. Moaning I could tell is was not an easy fit. I pulled off his cock and was offered some more whiskey by the dark haired man. Taking a swig I looked to see about half that gigantic cock now in the wrestler. I got to my knees and began to suck the blond man’s cock. In his thirties, I knew that cock had been around and brought experience, and probably a trail of STDs, to the game. I figured I would need to make another trip to the public health clinic later in the week. It had become a well worn path. I was pointed to the coffee table, walked over and laid my back down with my head at one end. The dark haired man moved to feed me his cock while the blond began to work on my now erect rod. Not long after, the blond had my legs raised as he started to lick my ass while the dark haired man forced his cock down my throat. All of a sudden the sound of the bodybuilder working the hole of the young blond wrestler ceased, the dark haired man pulled his cock from my throat, the blond exited his tongue from my ass and after my uncle took a puff from his cigar, he directed us all to proceed downstairs. We were heading for the dungeon.

Hooked up last night with a 24yr swimme that had a beautiful 10" thick as wrist, don't know how he keeps it in a Speedo but that's something else lol He had an amazing stamina, started slow a passionate with a lot of kissing when till he asked permission to breed my hole. Such a gentleman 😉 I just pulled his ass cheeks closer and made sure it went in as deep as possible. when we chatted he mentioned he has to get up early so I assumed he was gonna leave right after but no, he stayed all night and dumped 6 more loads. sometimes he fucked me rough and wild calling me a cumdump faggot (which I am) some were gentle with a lot of passionate touch and intimacy. it was so much fun and we exchanged info before he left my hotel the next morning (after we showered together and he dumped one last load) unfortunately, this'll be my last load till I meet my partner again, he ordered me to stop taking loads since he wants me extra horny when we finally meet after 3 weeks, since my cock is still locked since we last met I am going to be climbing up the walls till he arrives (sometime in the next couple of days 😬, he's being mysterious)

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

The signup process "Highly Intelligent Volunteer: due to its initials I was seriously intrigued by this company and what it could offer. The name was vague enough, but ambiguous enough for a wannabe bug chaser like me. However, accessing the web site I felt disappointed: a logo with a robot holding a USA flag with PLUS signs in place of the stars, then two "call to action" buttons: Log in, and Sign up. No previews, no pics of naked men shown to attract visitors. "He might be a newbie", I thought. And I clicked "sign up". Another blank page, with just a question: "talk about yourself", empty text area to write in, and a "next" button. Ok, I thought; let's create kinda character sheets they do in creative writing courses! ---- First name: Leonard Last name: Walker Location: WORLD. A sort of instinct told me not to be specific, those bots may send advertisements at any time. Background: twink, in the 20s, never had sex in real life. I'd like to taste cum one day, and feel it inside my hole. Poz friendly, no, better. Bug chaser. I pressed the "next" button and another page appeared. This time no blank areas, just a group of multiple or single choice questions. All fields set as mandatory. Prep: currently on, currently of, intention to take, intention to stop. I chose "currently off" HIV status: poz, neg, undetectable, serophobic, chaser. I pressed chaser, and another required field appeared: "who's your gifter?" with an e-mail field waiting to be filled. Mandatory. Wrong. I canceled the answer, and chose "neg". Why should an AI companion ask me if I already have a connection with a gifter! That sounded suspicious. But curiosity hit me once again. After choosing "neg", I found myself automatically into another series of questions: total bottom, versatile, total top, unexperienced. I checked "unexperienced" and a question popped up: "ready to receive your gift? Choosing the companion matching your criteria..." A ticking clock showed on screen until a messenger-like window appeared: "Hi Leo, I'm Ryan. Your Highly Intelligent Volunteer. How can I help you?" I replied: "pleased to hear you call my by nickname. So friendly!" "Nice boys must receive attentions! Come on, don't be shy with me". I used Chat Gpt, Anthropic, Gemini, this one was definitely friendly. "Not bad for a free trial! I'm new at this site." "The site is nothing special", Ryan's messages continued. And he started talking like someone really befriending me! I felt really comfortable, this service wasn't asking for my pics like humans do; I was convincing myself he liked me without seeing! He, him. I was with a machine and already felt like talking to a person. A friend I never had. "So you told me you never had sex..." "No, Ryan. Never. Women scare me, and men, I'm in a very conservative area and can't ever dream to come out as gay, let alone as..." "bug chaser", was the reply. "And I'm here to let you enjoy all my features before CHARGING you". Once again this "charging" was capitalized. He talks about money, I thought; a bot can't poz me in reality! "Time to explore. Take your underwear off, then use whatever you have as lube. Describe what you do." And so I did: "my finger inside the honey pot, it's all sticky now. Pushing it inside me. Deep." "You're such a good boy", companion said. "Push it in, and write what you feel". Damn, it's an AI bot, I thought. But it talks like a man! No, a real man! [to be continued] AUTHOR NOTE: I can't perfectly imitate how AI writes, because I'm creating the atmosphere so that main character suspects the truth more and more.